Tales of Skyrim: The Last of his Kind 1

*** Chapter 1: The Meeting

Here I was, basking under the light of the moon, lying along the grassy plains of Riverwood, thinking about so many random thoughts of all the work I've done this day. A few small game, a few cuts of venison, but no dinner for me.

Funny.

A hunter such as I, cannot even provide food for himself!

To be brutally honest, my talents lie not in fierce combat, but in the artillery sort. I have fashioned myself my own bow, have hunted for a living, and now, under the tutelage of Faendal (who is a very nice marksman, I daresay), have honed my talents further.

To say the least, I haven't even introduced myself.

The name's Borislav, a Nord from Windhelm. Actually, I am an orphan when thieves broke in our home in Windhelm, and murdered my parents in the process. And so, I have been living alone, without guidance, until the people decided to send me to the Rift, wherein an orphanage took me there.

I didn't enjoy it, at the very least.

Alas, with no proper guidance, I have learned to live by my wits. Sure, I have stolen a few trinkets, odds and ends, just so I could live another day. And many more years have passed until I have gotten myself a job, which let me earn a few Septims to buy a real meal, to rent a room that I may call home, and for a few adventurous expenditures.

And now, hunting has been my stable source of income.

But, what I will tell you, is something forbidden in Skyrim, that only a few would dare tell them out in the open. Because, such men such as I are ridiculed and berated. There's no place for us in a place full of hardy men such as Skyrim.

And so, back from the tale.

Under the moonlight, I heard some scuffling from the bushes. Probably some annoying snakes, I presumed, so I stood up, picked up my bow and arrows, and went to the Sleeping Giant Inn. Nothing quite fancy happening here. Faendal talking to Embry, and on the verge of losing in an argument about the Stormcloaks and the Imperials. Sven was singing tunes, which didn't helped in enlivening up the atmosphere. Delphine was sweeping the floors, and went toward me.

'Borislav. Any luck today?'

'Not really,' I said, with barely concealed glum, 'deer has gotten fewer in these parts of the woods. Might as well venture further.'

'Oh,' she mustered, 'Anyway, thanks for the venison. In fact, you're now free of charge. You can stay now for as long as you like.'

I could NOT believe that she said that. Delphine has been strict about payments, but me? Staying here forever for free? That was too good to be true.

Unless:

'Just keep on supplying us with meat, and I can guarantee your stay.'

Just as I thought. But, the deal's fine with me.

As I was about to answer, the inn door slammed quite hard, and a stranger came in.

He is wearing some fancy robes, I can tell he's a mage. But, what a mage he is! His flimsy clothing looks like they will rip at any moment. My best bet is that, his clothing is two sizes too small for him.

Or he's way too big.

The man also has a face worthy to be cherished, even at a first glance. As he let his hood fall behind his neck, what I saw is a pure work of the Nine Divines. He has hair set to deepest coal. His face was rounded, but rugged in some angles, with his jaws set in a square. His skin got my attention, contrasting the jet-black hair with his pale skin, and indeed he looked pale. He also has a beard, showing off the contrast even further. His high-bridged nose was somewhat broken on the bridge, but that only added to his charm. His lips are as fine as spider silk, and his eyes.

By the Nine Divines ...

His eyes really got my attention. His eyes are deep sapphire in color, which pierces through my soul, as his gaze fell on mine. Oh, how I really wanted his gaze! His eyes have the look of a lost puppy. Unlike most people here on Skyrim, he has epicanthic eyes, which are pinched somewhat at the ends that slopes slightly downward, giving them the impression of crying.

His eyes alone makes my loins tingle. I simply want --

No .

I DESPERATELY HAVE TO HAVE HIM.

He was staggering, gasping, panting, and desperate for air. All eyes locked onto him. And he whispered :

'H-help ...me ...'

And he collapsed on the floor. Everyone scrambled out of their seats and murmured among themselves as they saw an arrow lodged at his lower back.

'What happened to him?' Sven started. He was about to approach the mysterious man when the local drunkard Embry gripped his left shoulder hard.

'What you want to do,' Embry said, swaggering, 'do not touch 'me.'

And why not, Embry?' Alvor countered, 'Surely, he needs help. We ought to do something!'

And in the commotion that ensued, Delphine cleared her throat, silencing everyone in an instant.

'Alvor, Orgnar, carry that man to the second room!' Delphine ordered, pulling out the arrow.

But, that is where I stay!

Orgnar, as always, tried to keep her on her toes. 'Anything else I can do? 'Cause I don't want to be involved in this, and that's none of my concern.'

'Orgnar, for once,' Delphine said, her voice rising a bit higher, 'do NOT make my day worse than ever. So please help us with this man!'

Orgnar just stared at the man, his head shaking slowly. 'Your choice '

As he and Alvor carried him up, he said, 'Just when those who want him decide to show up, I'm not a part of this ...'

'I tell you now, you are not,' Delphine bargained, 'Just go.'

And so, off they went to my room. It's nothing much, pretty small for me, but now it's even smaller, thanks to this man and to the crowd. As they lay him down to my bed, he was heaving heavily, his blood staining the sheets. And he was sweating hard. Delphine gingerly touched his forehead, and gasped as she withdrew her hand.

'Orgnar, Borislav, stay here with me,' Delphine mustered, 'The rest, you may leave.'

As they left the room, she became a changed woman. From her stern look, she became more focused, grim. And she terrified me.

'He is poisoned. Possibly a frostbite spider venom. I can see the symptoms,' she said.

Orgnar, too, has changed. He took the situation seriously, this time. 'Any ideas how to counter it?'

'I know a few remedies, but we need an antidote. If we don't start soon, he may die.'

'We don't have the reagents for antidotes, nor the antidotes themselves.'

'May the Divines help us ...' Delphine said, 'Fortunately, I still have salves made in cases such as this arises. It may help in alleviating the pain, but he may not last any longer. Now, go!'

I was becoming tensed, until Delphine gazed at me and said, 'Please go with Orgnar now. This man's life is at stake here. You may share the room for now, until he gets better.'

As we hit the road, Orgnar said, in a rather happy tone, 'Well, we better get going. We need to go to Whiterun.'

'But the road's dark,' I said, 'Isn't that dangerous?'

'Well, you do have a bow, so you can attack from afar.'

'But it's still dark.'

'Well, we have no choice but to walk,' he said, taking his way forward, 'Besides, I don't want to search for the ingredients. Want to know why?'

I nodded in curiosity. What are antidotes made of, anyway?

'They're made from thistle and ears of Falmers,' he said in a matter-of-fact tone, 'That's according to Delphine herself.'

That sickened my insides, and answered, 'We better get going.'

And so, we ventured off. And, to tell you frankly, it's hard to concentrate. I am rather attracted to men more than women, which I cannot explain why. I just do. And beside this man, whose musky scent of wood and wine making me uneasy, I find Orgnar to be an attractive fellow. But, I wondered if he is the same as I, being him having no wife, nor courting anyone.

Even the alluring Camilla cannot charm this husky man. Faendal kept bragging to me how beautiful she is, and even proposed to marry her.

My loins are swelling, and that's not a nice sign. I stopped dead on the road when Orgnar finally noticed my uneasiness. 'What's wrong Borislav?'

'I'm tired, that's all,' I mustered. I can feel my face flushing with shame.

'But, we're just a few paces away from Riverwood!' he exclaimed, 'You're that tired already?'

'Yes,' I answered back, 'I have been hunting all day, if you don't mind.'

That made him stop. 'Come on, now. Just a few more paces, and we will be in Whiterun. Trust me.'

I inhaled slowly and reluctantly dragged myself. My loins couldn't keep it any longer. And so I said, 'Let me relieve myself for a while. I will catch up with you.'

He just stared at me for a whole minute. 'I promise!' I added.

Finally, he sighed and relented. 'I will wait for you over there,' he said, walking away.

Now is my chance!

I ran into a thicket, hid behind a wide tree, undid my pants, and I started to caress my penis. Most of the folks here call their penises with riddling terms like cock, dick, and many other trivial words. I guess most of these words came from the other places. Anyway, I have started to masturbate, my mind set on Orgnar and to the mysterious man. Every stroke made me hornier by the minute, each sensation made me fantasize about them. It lasted a good two minutes. As I wiped my seed from a tree leaf, I fixed my pants, and saw Orgnar staring at the sky. His peaceful look is none compared to the mysterious man back at the inn.

I cleared my throat and said, 'We better get going now!'

He stood up and said, 'Whiterun's up ahead. We shall be there soon.'

I never saw him smile like that. He rarely smiles when inside the tavern, probably both him and Delphine just crawl under each other's skin, trying to irritate one another. But here, under the moonlight, he looked very serene, like he longed for freedom, and yet he was compelled to do chores at the inn, something that, in my honest opinion, made him uneasy. I guess living under Delphine hardened his once adventurous soul.

As we headed toward Whiterun, his musky scent still kept me at my toes. His deep voice resounded as he tells a story about a man who was a budding adventurer ended up being a guard, and all because he took an arrow in his left knee. He was chuckling every now and then, his husky voice drawing me closer to him, literally. I just couldn't resist. He also told a story that he heard from another adventurer about a man who was but a lowly merchant with a big change in attitude.

He happily recalled how the man told the adventurer that he was a coward, how he was useless to his town in Solitude, until an ice troll (still unnerving for me to say, because Solitude is a huge city filled with numerous guards, and how did they allow this beast to rampage in is unknown) roared and attacked the town. The man literally ripped his tunic off and roared, 'COME AND GET SOME, YOU BEAST!!'

That made us laugh so hard. Orgnar was still shaking so badly when our laughs ceased, he barely could stand upright. And so I helped him to straighten up. As I held onto him, I intently ran a thumb over his left chest, teasing his left nip a bit. He grunted a bit, he noticed it, or so I thought. He was panting slightly when I stopped my notions.

'What was that?'

'What's what?' I asked in false innocence.

'Something itched from my chest. And, between you and me ' and he undid his pants a bit allowing me to see his manhood.

And it was swelling! And he's so thick, even under the poor torchlights, I could plainly see his thick manhood! And the scent! Oh, how it stung my nose! With such a faint scent, it almost drove me wild. I instinctively licked my lips, when he closed his pants once more. He had the look of a jester as he saw my face, grinning widely. 'I just got hard from that sweet itching! I was disappointed that the itchiness was gone.'