Lady Dibella's Charm and a Diabolical Dilemma: A Skyrim Fan-fiction

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Cicero paced in front of the Listeners room. When would the listener have need of poor Cicero? Was it now? In a few moments?  Until sundown? Until the next kill?? Cicero’s fragmented thoughts swirled in his mind anxiously. In order to distract himself from his incessant worrying the Jester pulled out a small silver ring from his pocket. A single mounted jewel throbbed blood-red on it, like a blinking mischievous eye.
“Ooooo shiny, shiny, gleaming jewel!” Cicero exclaimed eagerly ripping his glove off and putting the ring on his index finger.

Whilst hearing the Jester muttering to himself beyond her door, Rielle cast a disappointed eye over her loot for the day, which was merely a fraction, compared to her other glorious hauls. Standing with hands on her hips she glared at the chest at the foot of her bed.

“Fuck’s sake...” Rielle frowned suddenly remembering the reason why she had such a pathetic haul this time around. This only helped to stir her rage again, making her eye twitch and the corner of her mouth to turn up in a silent scowl. She shook her head and instead rummaged through what she had stolen from those pathetic mage priests that morning. She relaxed a little, the tension seeping out of her, as she smugly remembered their battle.

“Ah idiotic mages... what will your gods think of you now? You failed to protect the precious riches credited to them.” Rielle sniggered, holding up a surprisingly beautiful amulet with curious markings and carvings circling it central gem. She found herself entranced by its blood-red glowing garnets.

“Hmmm...regenerating health properties here I come...” Rielle hummed to herself greedily putting it on with a definite click. Immediately her head spun a little and a shiver went up her spine, but Rielle shrugged it off and continued unpacking. She grunted with effort as she hefted a troll’s skull out of her chest wondering what the bloody horkers-hell had possessed her to keep it. With great effort she shoved it in a corner of her stone-walled room, making a mental note to throw it at Argis next time she saw him. Rielle suppressed a yawn as a surprising wave of weariness overcame her. She groaned and stretched her back, working out the stiffness. She limped over to her bed of furs, all anger, doubts and bloodthirsty thoughts leaving her. As soon as her head hit the animal skins strewn on her bed, she fell into a deep unnatural sleep.

Rielle awoke feeling hot and flushed with a warm buzzing feeling in her head and groin. She lurched out of bed like a drunken woman, hitting her hip on the corner of her dresser and crumpling to the ground. She was still wearing her ebony armour, and it was suffocating her.

 “MOTHERFUCKING MARA’S TITS!!!” She howled kicking the furniture spitefully. “What the fuck???” Rielle panicked, rolling onto her back and gasping. A red haze smothered her vision, not unlike the blood-lust of the beast inside her, and no amount of waving her hand frantically in front of her eyes would dispel it. A stream of arousal hit Rielle, from the centre of her stomach to the tips of her toes. Rielle slapped a hand over her mouth to smother and kill a scandalous moan about to escape her lips. Her eyes widened in surprise and horror. Inconceivable!

Then it dawned on her. The mages whom she had killed and raided not too long ago... had been wearing robes decorated with a strange daedric symbol. A symbol she now realised was connected with a branch of Dibellan Worshippers. She had made a grievous mistake!! She should have known that Lady Dibella, Goddess of desires and erotic instruction would have something like this up her slutty sleeve. Rielle swore loudly and fiddled with the necklace at her neck attempting to rip it off her skin, but the more she pulled the tighter it got. She struggled on the floor desperately and fearfully. Her vision became hazier and she could feel the blood throbbing at her temple painfully. Rielle had often dreamed of the day she would die, imagining it to be bloody, violent and glorious, taking down her enemies with her to the welcoming embrace of Sithis and the Void. But she never imagined it all would end like this, felled by a frolicking, goddess of loves, idiotic enchanted trophy.

“C-Cicero!!!” Rielle yelled hoarsely, sucking in a lungful of air and continuing to claw at her neck. She could feel hot flushes spreading all over her face and neck, her skin burning like a pile of embers. The great doors of her room slammed open and she felt a whoosh of air at her side.  

“SWEET MOTHER!! WHAT AILS THE LISTENER??” Cicero gasped.

“Take it off!!” Rielle choked out, pointing frantically at her necklace. She looked up to see what was taking him so long, when to her horror she observed that Ciceros cheeks were flushed, contrasting with his pasty skin. A sheen of sweat coated his forehead and his pupils were alarmingly dilated. Rielle’s eyes darted to anything Cicero was wearing that would calm her fears, but the red glow emanating from a ring on Cicero’s gloveless hand betrayed any hopes of reassurance. The idiot might as well have signed his own death warrant! Cicero had also developed a nasty habit of taking the scraps of loot she had left behind...accursed mages! With his mouth slightly parted and head cocked to the side Cicero very openly raked Rielle’s small figure with glazed eyes.

“L-let Cicero help you stand Listener...” Cicero spoke quietly, his gloveless hand reaching for Rielle, who persisted in convulsing on the floor, like a snake caught in a hunters trap.

 “S-Stay a-away you idiot!!” Rielle cursed and stuttered scrambling backwards like a mudcrab, with a desperate need to keep a distance from the aroused lunatic, who might just about do anything in his state. Cicero with a thoughtful look on his face took a deliberate, tentative step towards her as if testing the waters...slowly cornering her. Like Prey...Rielle quickly realised, the anger rising in her above the arousal. She’d be damned if she was anyone’s PREY. Rielle sucked in a breath before she leaped up, dodging Ciceros attempt to grab her and running out of her bedroom. She stumbled into the dining room skinning her fingers on the floor in her haste to get up. Rielle heard the soft thuds of Cicero’s footsteps as he sprinted after her, only a few seconds behind.

 “Listener...why do you avoid poor Cicero? Cicero lives only to serve you...if only the listener knew how much Cicero adores you...such sweet torture for a lonely Jester... Such longing...” Cicero’s whispered words reached Rielle’s ears as she screamed in irritation and frustration, tripping and stumbling into the kitchen area and catching her hip on the edge of the stone hearth. Rielle could already feel the enchantment forcing her to slow down, weakening her resolve to leave the house.

Suddenly something collided with her side, sending her crashing into a stone wall.