Tales of Skyrim: The Last of his Kind 3

We went on our merry way after breakfast. Just before we headed toward the border of the Pale, I was nervous. Jin was whistling a tune I never knew, as if last night was nothing.

Maybe he chose to forget. Or maybe he had no idea that he almost killed me. But I wasn’t paying attention whilst walking. I had failed to prepare for what was ahead. From the frigid weather of the Pale, it was drastically different from the weather in Whiterun. From what fur armor I wore, it offered no protection in this chilly place. What more if I ventured in Winterhold?

But to him, it was as if the cold was nothing.

His wizard robes were flimsier than mine, and yet he was unfazed by the biting cold wind.

The sun was low, almost at sunset. The last warming rays of the sun slowly fade as the unforgiving night took its reign. The stars were scarce, wildlife became quiet. The white snow looked like pale gray earth, a biting cold earth, which somehow reminded me of my days in Windhelm. As we ventured forth, he stopped for a while. He was glancing around, as if he was searching for something. Knowing that he may had something in mind, I asked him, “Umm … why do we stop?”

“I need to revisit Saarthal. I just have to.”

“Where to?”

“Saarthal …”

And so we drifted a bit off the road, trod along thick snow. As night dawned forth, we sought for shelter. One cave we have found was abandoned. As morning came, we kept on walking until I saw a large ravine with wooden beams and floors that served as bridges and pathways toward the center of the ravine. The wind bit off my skin, with each whisper slicing through my flesh. I was shivering so hard, my nose ran, and some small icicles formed under it. Each step we take, the steam that emanated from our lips was so thick, it was as though we breathe fire.

Jin Hee was silent the majority of the time, his eyes scanning the ravine. His silence was so solemn, I was completely ignored. He kept mumbling things, things I didn’t know. The place has wooden bridges built around the place, with study tables, scattered utensils, torn books, and anything that you may see in a typical bandit’s hideout. But it was no mere hideout.

The bridges all lead down as we walked by until we reached the ravine floor.

“Is this … --”

“Saarthal …”

We slowly made our way in the ravine, for I was surprised to see a door at its entrance. I followed him around, careful not to activate traps (for this is a Nordic tomb, and they are filled with traps). As we reached a vast hall, he gasped. He suddenly sat on the stairs in this hall, cupped his handsome face with his manly hands, and began to breathe heavily.

“W-what’s wrong?”

“The Eye … it’s supposed to be here …”

“What? What eye? Whose eye?”

“The Eye … where could have it been…?!”

“We already moved it,” came a voice. It was gentle, and very nurturing. We both turned to face the speaker, and Jin was first to react.

“Professor Tolfdir!”

Jin Hee ran and hugged the man who was old enough to be my father. He is a sallow man, with a thick gray beard, and long gray hair which fell naturally on his shoulders. He is a bit shorter than Jin, but a bit taller than me. His face was wrinkled in ways it suited him naturally. He has a voice that can calm tempestuous spirits, with a hint of authority which demands respect, yet seems to be masked by his jovial demeanor.

“J’zargo, Onmund, and Brelyna were already at the College,” Tolfdir said, patting Jin on his shoulder, “and if I’m correct, you said you wanted to be left alone here with Ivrhynna and Abele.”

Jin Hee was silent, and as I looked at him, tears began to form from his eyes.

“I-I-I d-did … b-b-but as we headed out, we were p-paralyzed, and m-my eyes went b-blind … and t-then … I-Ivrhynna … she was s-screaming … and Abele … h-he was b-being beaten all over …”

Tolfdir nodded his head slowly, listening to every sordid detail about the event that happened here. I was hurt that Jin and his classmates suffered heavily, and all for a research study about an artifact in this place. After he cried out his soul in quiet sorrow, “Oh, Jin. It was unbearable to hear what happened,” Tolfdir finally said, “to you and to the others. But no matter, at least you’re still safe. Tell me this, why did the three of you chose to be left behind?”

“It was because of this,” then Jin pulled out a broken necklace. It was an ordinary necklace, the one your parents give you as an heirloom, but the design of this necklace was so old, it was as if it was from ancients past. It also reflected an eerie blue light as it was moved at some angles. I was not surprised at all, but Tolfdir gasped.

“Could this be … --”

“It is.”

“But, but it can’t be it! It was lost so long ago! Even the legend of this is so obscure!”

“I know it sounds obtuse, but this is the real thing.”

“Could someone please tell me what that thing is?” I asked quite rudely, “Sorry.”

Tolfdir laughed gently when I spoke. “Oh, Jin Hee. You forgot to introduce your friend here to me!”

Jin was flushed with embarrassment. “Oh, I forgot! Tolfdir, meet my acquaintance … uhh --”

He then whispered in my ears, “Hey, I didn’t get your name. What was it again?”

I extended my hand to Tolfdir, and introduced myself.

“My name is Borislav, and it’s nice meeting one of Jin’s mentors.”

“The pleasure’s mine. And I do too to you.”

Jin stared at me, and he was taken aback because I ignored his question or him entirely. I was annoyed that he didn’t even mind remembering my name. It was like he was absorbed in his own world, like we never even met, and it annoyed me so. I just wanted to be a part of his life, even if it means being on par with his aloofness.

“So Tolfdir, what is that necklace?”

“I think it would be wise if Jin Hee will explain it to you.”

“Oh, alright then.”

Jin was taking his moment. He inhaled sharply, blew some air out from his lips, and began his lecture.

“The necklace that I had kept in one of my satchels is an ancient artifact that is a piece of the entire amulet called the Gauldur amulet. It was made in the first era of Tamriel, wherein a very powerful archmage once guided Tamriel to the right path. He was a powerful Breton conjurer who was wise, wealthy, powerful, and honorable, so much so that he was revered throughout the North. Even the most powerful men of his time came to hear his wise words. He had three sons, who were overcast by their father's shadow. As a result, they grew resentful and cruel, desiring their father's power and prestige.

“His name was Gauldur.

“His magic-prodigious sons were Jyrik, Mikrul, and Sigdis.

“Jyrik, the eldest, was a powerful thunder mage himself, but his father’s power made him feel nothing but a whelp. His greatest magical feat was that he created an impenetrable armor of pure magic that made him almost impossible to be killed.

“Mikrul, the middle son, was a strong and proud warrior, whose battlemage prowess made him feared by his foes, but his father’s prestige outshone him. He forged a sword of his own liking, and imbued it with an enchantment so dark that even I could not believe it exists.

“Sigdis, the youngest, studied intensively from the Greybeards, and is the only one among the three who knows the Way of the Voice. Although he preferred archery over magic, his magical prowess was nonetheless incredible. He fashioned himself a bow that can leave his opponents weak in spirit and strength. He also had a capacity to create illusions of his own that were so real, it was hard to find the real one. Finally, he could disjoint himself, appearing in different places, all at the same time.

“And so, Jyrik discovered that Gauldur’s power stemmed from the amulet which he wore at all times. He and his brothers conspired to kill their father and split the amulet and its power. Gauldur's children had at last gained the power they sought, but they were cruel, evil men and used their newfound power to massacre the nearby villages. So extensive was the destruction that High King Harald sent a company of battlemages led by the Archmage Geirmund to kill them. A great battle was fought, and the brothers were defeated and made to flee the field of battle.

Geirmund pursued them to their deaths, eventually giving his life to defeat the last of the brothers in a duel. The amulet fragments were magically sealed, along with each brother, in the place they were defeated. Once all the dead had been buried and the amulet sealed, the High King ordered all records of Gauldur and his sons destroyed, to forever seal away the power of the amulet.”

When he was finished, Tolfdir stroked his beard and exclaimed, “My, oh my! You have done your research well, Jin Hee. So tell me, how did you know all about it?”

“When we fought the draugr who was guarding the Eye, when all of you were busy discussing about it, I noticed a sheet of parchment placed just on top of the draugr’s casket. When I read it, it was a Writ of Sealing written by the great Geirmund himself. I thought at first it was only a ruse, until Ivrhynna noticed the writ and read it as well.

“She was surprised at it because she thought that the legend was nothing but a fictitious tale for mages. She said that before she applied here, she saw a man buy a strange claw in her hometown, Bravil. She then began to read extensively about the First Era. When I have applied here two days before her, I had the time to read all the books at the library. And that’s how we deduced about the amulet and the truth behind the legend.”

“Ah. That was why Urag-gro-Shrub was so angry a few days before. So you’re telling me that the myth exists?” Tolfdir asked, “That what I believed was not what it seemed to be?”

“Y-yes, Tolfdir …”

The old man was deep in thought, his humming evident. When a few moments had passed, he then spoke up. “Well, I guess we had just killed off one of Gauldur’s sons.”

“It was Jyrik.”

I was lost on their conversation that I just drifted in my own thoughts. As they talked, I made my way out of Saarthal, and drifted off the road until the winter wind bit my skin, and it chilled me to the bone. I was so cold that I instantly lost consciousness.

***

Distant voices …

So … cold …

Grey skies abound my sight …

Some people shouting about …

Wintery winds slicing through my face …

Distant voices … that sound so …

Familiar …

***

“Borislav!! Wake up!! Hey!!”

My eyes were bleary when I heard somebody speak …

“What happened to him? Why is he naked?”

“By the Nine Divines, I do not know …!”

“But surely, we must track down --”

“WE COULDN’T LEAVE HIM HERE!! HE MIGHT DIE!!”

My senses trailed off … as I slept … in the unforgiving cold …

***

Another distant voices …

Mother …

Father …

I’m so lonely …

I feel so … so cold …

***

“I do not care about your businesses, you damn mages! Winterhold has had enough of you!!”

“But surely, dear Jarl Korir, that you might --”

“No! Deal with this man yourself! I won’t be entertaining your guest here! Now leave!”

“B-but jarl Korir --”

“I HAVE SAID ENOUGH!! ALL JARLS HERE ON SKYRIM NEVER GIVE A DAMN ABOUT ME, OR WINTERHOLD’S EXISTENCE!! AND I’VE HAD ENOUGH PROBLEMS TO DEAL WITH!!”

“Korir dear, please calm down …”

“NO!! I WILL NOT CALM MY BEARD!! THEY TREAT ME -- US -- AS IF WE’RE NOTHING!! EVEN FATHER WOULD BE DISDAINED AT ME!!”

“But, Korir --”

“ENOUGH!! ENOUGH OF YOU, THAENA!! AND TO YOU FILTHY MAGES!! LEAVE MY HOUSEHOLD OR I WILL SEND MY GUARDS AND DRAG YOU BACK TO YOUR DAMNED COLLEGE!!”

***

I felt warm …

Enraptured in some indescribable warmth that my numb body craved …

Warm air caressed my face …

Soothing lights …

I felt enclosed in warm flesh. When I slowly came to, I was surprised to see Jin naked, save for his pants. He was sleeping, and he was hugging me!

My heart beat so fast, I felt my chest might explode.

Every heartbeat boomed inside of me, each breath I took made me wheeze in excitement. I felt dizzy, yet lightheaded and giddy, that I couldn’t stop moving my body closer to his. As I did, he slowly tightened his hug and pulled me closer. His breath was as gentle as the morning breeze in Riften, and his scent is still reminiscent of forest glades.

I envied him on how he smelled so good.

As we lay there in silence, I took the time to analyze my surroundings. The first thing I noticed was that I was reduced to nothing more than my undergarments. We were in a room illuminated by a soothing blue light as blue as the morning sky. I presumed that I was in Jin’s quarters, because the room was messy. His robes were lazily hung on the cabinet door, his boots thrown to the room’s entrance, numerous stacks of books on one corner of the bed, with more lazily stacked books on his end table just beside his bed on the right, and on top of his footlocker. Scrolls and parchments were carelessly rolled and kept on top of his bookshelf, where more books lined up the shelves.

I could already tell that he loves books.

His hairy calves slowly rubbed against my legs, his pants began to strain against the movement. I feared (and anticipated) that his pants might rip off on the spot. I gently turned toward his face, and now we lay down side by side, face to face. With gentle care, I gingerly touched his face, and felt the warmth therein.

His terrifying other side completely vanished from my mind.

I then heard some faint mumbling. Closer inspection revealed that it was Jin, and he was trying to sing a tune. I have heard so many songs sung by bards from Sven, but I couldn’t identify what the song is. And then …

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“You know that I love you so, and I miss you as the days go by
I hope you feel my kisses in this winter night. Even if I can't forget, is it fine to keep on loving you until the day that we meet again? I don't know when, or where, or how but you will be inside my heart …”

I could not believe what I have just heard back then …

It was more than a whisper. And I could tell that he was hurt when he uttered those words. It was heartfelt, like it was an old melody that plucked the strings in my heart, yet it sundered my soul with age-old anguish. It was the tune he whistled, and I was tearing up.

He hugged me tighter.

I couldn’t breathe.

My lips parted in submission, comfort, and sorrow. I was so overcome by emotions that I once again lost consciousness. When I woke up later, Jin was gone. He was sitting by his footlocker, books astray, and he was talking to someone.

“I told you, nothing happened! I just kept him warm!”

“I was just kidding! Oh Jin Hee …”

I was pretty sure the voice was feminine. As I straightened myself on the bed, Jin and his female visitor both stared at me. The girl is a Dunmer, no doubt. Her gray complexion is pretty evident, with her sharp, intelligent, red eyes beaming with excitement. There was a repressed urge to squeal when she saw me, and eagerly extended her hand.

“Salutations to you! I’m Brelyna Maryon, of House Telvanni.”

“What?” I mustered, hastily covering my body with a blanket, “Where am I?”

“We’re finally here in Winterhold,” Jin said, his lopsided smile making my soul sing, “just as we have planned.”

I suddenly had the urge to be left alone.

“May we play that game?” I asked, my head still light in feeling.

Brelyna was perplexed, “W-what game?” and stared at Jin.

“It’s our thing, Brelyna. Don’t stress on it,” Jin replied, “Sure, Borislav. Go ahead.”

After that he left the room, along with Brelyna who was so eager to hear about the ‘Quiet Time’ game. As their voices trailed off the room, my fur armor was nowhere to be found. As I wrapped some sheets on my waist --

“Oh, hey there!”

As I turned around, thereupon I saw a handsome young man adorned in wizard attire. He has a medium build, but he was suitable for field work such as farming. He has bubbly blue eyes, his high-bridged nose flushed red, a sharp, defined jawline, and a mischievous grin on his attractive face. His robes are also slightly different than Jin’s.“I was wondering when you will wake up! Anyway, here are your clothes. Your fur armor was stolen moments ago.”

He offered me some fine clothes, and he turned his back on me, allowing me some privacy as I changed clothes.

“You know, Jin did everything to keep you warm. Well, except aiming fire on you.”

“Oh, he did?” I asked. I was barely containing my glee when I heard it.

“Yes he did. He was very concerned about you.”

Silence ensued.

“I never thought that we Nords might break down in cold places … Oh, I’m Onmund by the way,” he said.

“Borislav, nice to meet you.”

Another awkward silence. When I finally put on the shoes, I cleared my throat signifying that I am fully clothed.

“By the way, there will be a formal lecture and a small feast at the Hall of Elements. Let’s go!”

His voice was sweet, almost childlike. It suited him perfectly.

As he guided me, he told me that what I had perceived as a college was as distant as the stars in the sky. There aren’t too many people here. Onmund told me that they were only sixteen in the College, including Jin. That made me realize that Skyrim really hated them, after which he filled me in with who’s who in the College.

“There are twelve scholars in Skyrim, and all of them are my professors. Well, only Jin made it to the top of the class, anyway. boy, he is the cleverest mage around here, almost at par with a gifted student from Dunlain, who vanished or as the story goes. Anyway, he always excels in everything -- always acing examinations and I mean PERFECT MARKS, mastering spells with relatively ease, he knows ALL about Tamriel’s history … but he really prefers the workings of the mind. And so he takes Illusion magic, and he is already at a higher level.

“And so, the professors. First of all is our esteemed Archmage Savos Aren. He is the one who now mentors Jin, along with Drevis Nerolen, the Head of Illusion Magic, and Mirabelle Ervine, the archmage’s assistant who is a very powerful mage. Colette Marence is the Head of the Restoration Magic, although nobody bothers about Restoration. It’s the priest’s thing, you know? Then there’s Tolfdir, he is the head of the Alteration Magic, and to tell you the truth, I almost fell asleep in one of his lectures --”

“You did what now?” Brelyna asked. We were at the Hall of Elements. Onmund blushed, and I couldn’t help but brush my hand over his shoulder. I know it was a gentle action of support, but in reality, Onmund looks cute when caught red-handed. “Come on, Onmund! What is it?”

“J’zargo saw him rolled his head in Tolfdir’s lecture.”

And then came upon a Khajiit. He has sharp blue eyes, with feline slits. He weighs less than Onmund, probably less than me. But his claws showed strength beyond body form. His white fur was laced with brown stripes, and it clearly defined his face.

“Hey, J’zargo,” Onmund said, his voice in defeat, “how’s your research?”

“It is fine,” the Khajiit replied, “but J’zargo still needs a partner for the research.”

“Of course you do,” Brelyna said, a tone of sharp annoyance evidently felt, “But do you remember what happened to Jin Hee about your Dynamic Flame Cloak experiment?”

“Yes, J’zargo does. But it was successful. Jin Hee did not even complain about it.”

“That’s because he was being very polite about it! You should’ve seen the burn marks on his arms back then!” Brelyna basically glared on J’zargo, “Your magic was unstable! It has loose ends all over!”

“Brelyna, he’s a Khajiit. Their tongue is different from ours,” Onmund defended, “or yours, apparently. Elven tongue is hard to understand.”

“But what about Jin Hee?” she asked, a tone of desperation in her voice, “He picked them all up so quickly! I bet he was a Dunmer before -- or maybe he has Mer blood in him!”

“That’s because I have been up late at nights just to study them!”

All our heads turned to Jin’s direction, a piece of bread stuck between his lips.

“Oh, Jin. You just really love food, don’t you?” Onmund interjected. Everyone chuckled.

“And brews! Don’t ever forget the brews!” Brelyna interjected.

And then, a petite woman with short hair cleared her throat. She embodies strict accordance to rules as opposed to her demure stature. Her face was at first plain-looking, but as my gaze lingered for too long, she grows more beautiful. She has an air of grace that suggested that she must have been royalty, but her down-to-earth voice proved otherwise.

“PROFESSOR MIRABELLE!” they all gasped. Even Jin dropped the bread half he held.

“I know that our visitor here has been saved, and that Jin made a new discovery,” Mirabelle said, “but we cannot say that what he has found is real. Also, the Eye of Magnus is still under security, and Ancano is still under our suspicion. I may have to conduct more research about this. If anyone of you who are willing to help me in this research, feel free to approach me. Also, listen to Phinis’s lecture later. It will appear in your examination.”

Then she went inside the hall, and all were silent, like a beguiling spirit calmed them. Slowly, we all entered the vast hall. The circular hall was adorned with elaborately carved statues that are adorning the massive pillars that support the entire hall. These pillars also hold magical blue balls of light that reminds me of the clear blue morning sky, as well as blue flames, giving the impression of mystery. As I gazed around, there weren’t any tables inside. All of them were standing.

And then, I noticed a large ball adorning the hall’s center. It emanated a bluish-green light, and it kept on rotating on its own. It was decorated with intricate engravings where the bluish light emanates. As I went near it, it radiated energy of indescribable intensity. My palm began to glow a soothing light, and yet that’s all it did. I felt like my body is connected to that energy, and somehow, I couldn’t channel that tremendous amounts of energy flowing inside me.

And that was when I noticed an Altmer staring at it. He was taller than I, and skinnier. He wore magnificent black robes carefully enamored with intricate stitching designs. He also wore black boots to boot. His shoulder-length silver hair flickered like a gentle breeze blew it, and yet there was no air. His jaundiced skin was sallow, and yet he exhibited perfect health.

“Ancano, could you please step away from the Eye?” Mirabelle sternly asked.

The Altmer looked at her icily, “But of course, Master Wizard. This thing is to DIE for …” he replied coolly. And with that, he stood around the circle of the scholars, a sore thumb sticking out. I felt uneasy just by looking at him, but then I noticed that he was looking at my direction, BUT NOT AT ME. I narrowly followed his gaze, only for me to realize that HE WAS LOOKING AT JIN.

His look was that of peculiar interest. It was not a lustful look, but it was more of an analytic gaze, like he has a plan for him.

And then I heard Brelyna whispered in my ear, “You seem to hate Ancano … well, we do too. And the way he always stares at Jin Hee … well I’ll bet Ancano wanted him to fail --”

“BRELYNA!” Mirabelle shouted.

We all fell silent. Just then a bald man stepped forth from the circle of scholars. He was younger than Tolfdir, but in more ways older. He has a face worn out, and his lips always form a frown. His skin is pale beyond reason, like he shut himself away for a very long time. He is wearing the same robes Jin wears, but it was shaded in a different hue. His brown hair is receding (did I already mention that he’s bald?).

“Listen to Phinis Gestor, young mages,” a Dunmer spoke, his voice a bit snaky, but it felt nice, “and learn.”

“Thank you, our esteemed Archmage Savos,” Phinis spoke, and cleared his throat.

“Projects are underway to discern the origin and nature of the College's recent find in Saarthal. Any and all theories are currently being considered. Those with ideas should please speak with Mirabelle.

“At this time, there is no indication that, as has been rumored, the object is in fact a physical part of Magnus, the god of magic. It has been suggested that the object is a gateway to the realm of Aetherius, but nothing has proven that idea one way or the other. It has been proposed that the object is in fact the entirety of Aurbis in one physical space. This would of course mean that Tamriel, indeed all of Mundus, is actually contained within the sphere.

“It further suggests that we are somehow then outside our own existence while looking in at it. While the idea seems dubious at best, it has not, at present, been entirely ruled out.”

After his short speech, an approving applause followed. Everyone seemed happy, especially that snaky Ancano, who still kept stealing glances at Jin, who was oblivious to the fact that someone had an interest in him. I wasn’t sure if I was feeling jealousy, or treachery. Maybe both.

As soon as we were about to eat, I saw Ancano grabbed Jin’s hand and pulled him outside the hall. I slowly exited myself, and followed them. It was a chilly evening, the winter winds howled horribly. Then I quickly hid in one pillar when I heard Ancano spoke.

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“What is the capability of this ‘Eye’ that they speak of?” I slowly took a peek. They were facing backward, as I could see Jin’s perfect back.

“S-sir, I really mustn’t say …”

“Young man,” then I saw him grip Jin’s left buttock, which made him yelp in surprise, “I am an ambassador of the Aldmeri Dominion. Surely, you know that?”

I could feel Jin’s fear rising in his voice. “O-of, course …” he practically croaked.

“Then, you know that I have direct contact with Savos Aren.” Another good squeeze. Another helpless yelp.

“Y-yes …”

“Then, you will do EXACTLY as I say. You will report to me any discoveries with regards to the Eye of Magnus.”

“B-b-but --" Yet another good squeeze, this time to Jin’s right buttock. I was feeling VERY JEALOUS at this time as he made Jin yelp in fear.

“Do you understand?”

Even his voice was grating in my head. It was awful. Jin finally hung his head low, in defeat.

“Yes, ambassador …” he gasped.

As both men went inside, I sneaked in after a good twenty seconds. When I came in, Ancano was there.

“What were you doing?”

“Uh … I went … outside … to find … some … timber?” I lied. I am horrible at lying, but Ancano bit in.

“Well, did you find anything?”

“No …”

We then both went inside as he ordered. He was really narcissistic! As soon as we went back to the evening feast, I saw Jin stuffing himself with roast venison, and Honningbrew mead. Even Breylna became worried.

“Jin! Slow down! You might get yourself choked!” she gasped

“Jin! Hey! Slow down!” Onmund said.

But Jin stuffed himself full, and drank more mead until his face fell to the table in a drunken stupor. It was funny on how Brelyna looked disgusted, and she was fuming. “No self-control, why would he stuff himself like a pig?”

The feast was made in the archmage’s quarters, and as the crowd slowly dwindled away, only the three of us remained: Brelyna, Jin, and me. “Well, I guess now’s the time,” I joked.

“What time?” she asked.

“Well, will you please help me carry him back to the quarters?”

Brelyna sighed, “Fine…”

We were sluggish when we half-dragged Jin’s heavy body back to the quarters. As we reached his room, we unceremoniously threw him down to his bed. He shifted and groaned, then droned on in his sleep. We bade our good night’s sleep, and as she turned in to her room, I carefully removed his clothes.

Jin’s robe was just in the right size, and yet it was hard to undress him. I feared right then that he might puke on them. He was sweating profusely, and groaned as the familiar winter chill caressed his body. I then proceeded to remove his shoes, belt, and pants, until he was reduced to his undergarment. His hairy body shivered ever so slightly. I watched him sleep, my desire growing uncontrollable once more. His hairy calves shifted, displaying impressive strength. His large, muscular arms splayed carelessly on the bed. His hairy chest rose and fell gently as he breathed. And his privates …

I marveled at how his privates were tenting his garment. As my eyes scanned his impressive body knowingly, I noticed that his undergarment is different. The waistband is twisted, and it was knotted to his left side, and it hugged his legs properly. It was pearl-white in color, with a little stain just a little bit to his right thigh. When Jin turned and lay down on his tummy, for the first time, I finally saw him in his glory!

What I had dreamt about his body was exactly -- no, EVEN BETTER -- than I ever imagined!

His buttock is round and full of meat, and it is lighter in color than the rest of his body. His entire legs, even the cheeks of his buttocks are covered in hair. I could clearly see the strength in his legs, and the hairiness of it. I have known some hairy men in Riverwood, but they paled in contrast to Jin. And, I never even saw those men naked!

His thighs are oak-like, and his calves are just fearsome. A kick could’ve broken a rib or two. His feet are wide and big, for they suit to his towering height. His powerful legs compliment the strength and demand that his upper body had done. And even so, I noticed something at his left calf.

A purple scar, shaped like two fang marks.

Maybe that was where Jin got his curse, or maybe just his birthmark ...

As he twisted and turned about, I saw that there was also a knot just above the gap between his cheeks, and it loosened by itself. Jin never noticed that his undergarment gently slid off his legs, and I was surprised to know that his undergarment is just one long piece of cloth, unlike the common undergarments here in Skyrim. My mouth suddenly went dry, eager to devour his meaty cheeks, eager to have him completely. I remembered that he easily gets drunk, even with cheap ale.

And that’s what made him so vulnerable, and why I took that moment to play with him, amidst the sleeping folks here. I knew it was risky, and moronic, and careless. But it was worth a try.

I gently held both his arms, and with great effort, pulled him so that he sat straight up. His head lolled on his right side, and groaned. Suddenly, his hands gripped mine in an iron grip. His eyes fluttered, and as he fixed his gaze on me, “Hello,” I said sheepishly. He groaned long and low, and asked me, “What were you thinking?”

“Huh?”

“Why are you like that?” and he pointed right at my crotch. Sure enough, he saw me got aroused!

I just wanted to die right then, and there. But then, his eyes drifted toward me, and asked brashly, “Do you want to play for a while?”

Dumbfounded, I asked him “What?”

“Do not make me repeat again. Do you want to play or not?!” His voice raised higher, more than a shout.

I quickly glanced outside to check if anyone of them were awakened by this boorish man’s snarls. I was scared, but I gathered some audacity to feign indignation, “And why would YOU ask that? And in what manner do you pertain about some game?”

“Don’t kid yourself. Come on now, you know you want this …” he teased me so sexily. His voice sounded just as EXACTLY as I had dreamt of! He was scratching his cute little belly, and his gaze was cute, like he was longing for something. I pressed him on, “What game?”

His face suddenly became glum, “Oh, I don’t know … well … what game do you know? I cannot sleep, even in my stupid state …”

He then laughed at his own bravado. At that moment, I found him very endearing. Hearing him mock his own drunkenness made me want to hug him, and give him pleasure right on the spot. And that made me gather enough courage to do it.

“I know a game.”

He was genuinely surprised on my remark. “Oh? What is it? It’s not the ‘Quiet Time’, right?”

“It’s not,” I said, no turning back now, “I just … I just know a game that we can play, that only the two of us can play, and no one else …”

He was beaming with curiosity, and asked, “Really?”

“Well, can we go someplace private?”

“This is private enough, and whatever game you plan on playing will be fine …”

“Suit yourself …”

FINALLY! I FINALLY GOT A CHANCE TO DO IT!

This is it. Now or never.

I asked Jin to move a bit forward, and he obliged by moving a bit forward. I then carefully kneeled behind him, and asked him again to rest his entire body toward me. He hesitated for a bit, but he complied. As his warm body rested fully against mine, I could feel his body shivering partly due to this forbidden contact, partly to his drunkenness, and another part due to the winter cold. When our bodies came into contact, he sighed and said, “I think I know this ‘game’ …”

“Do you now?”

“Yes,” he replied, his drunken slur almost fading, “You’re just going to make me guess what number you have, right?”

I laughed deep inside my mind. “Trust me; this ‘game’ we will play will be the one you’ll never forget.”

He sighed and whispered, “So, I will now guess the number …”

“Just close your eyes,” then I whispered in his left ear, “and let me take you far, far away …”

“H-huh? G-G-GUH!!!”

He was taken aback when I began to slowly tease his nipples. He was panting as I made small circles on his nipples with my fingertips, teasing them to diamond-point hardness. He was gritting his teeth, trying to suppress the moans he desperately wanted to share. As I looked at his swelled-up arms, he was gripping the bed hard. I bet that the teasing alone of his nipples made him aroused quite easily. So I continued my dark teasing, only this time I gently pinched and twisted those arrow-point nips, earning me a few short yelps from Jin.

“B-Borislav!!” he whispered hoarsely, “What is the meaning of this?!”

“This is the game I wanted to play! I thought you had no qualms about the game I want to play with you …”

“UHHHH!” he said, a little louder.

I gently licked his neck down to his shoulder, by which his muscles began to tick in tension. He was definitely panting now, groaning and moaning in some intervals. He then began to recline toward me, as if he submitted to my ministrations. “By the Nine Divines … ! T-this f-feels --"

“Good?”

“No,” he panted, “even better … than I -- UGH! -- than I ever … i-imagined -- GUH-HUH-UH-UGH!!”

His arms still gripping on his bed, my right hand gently snaked down to remove his undergarment and felt his manhood for the first time. It was monstrous! It is as wide as my wrist! And the heat it emanated felt nice, and his beast pulsed and throbbed, as if begging me to play with it. As my hand skillfully flew right along his length, his fearsome girth being teased by some random squeezing, I felt his body began to meet my strokes, and that made me realize he wanted it. I began to stroke him differently, and randomly. I sometimes stroked him slowly and my grip’s hard, which made him gnash his teeth and writhe in agony. I also sometimes stroked him very fast with my grip very loose, which made him groan in sheer ecstasy and pant in pleasure.

“UH! GUH!!” was all he said. I didn’t expect him to say anything else.

“I c-can feel it …” Jin groaned, “I’m almost there …!”

I laughed in his ear, “So you really wanted this after all, don’t you?”

That made him snap his head and hissed in my ear, “Borislav! Please!! S-stop stroking!!”

I was filled with dark lust, and I began to stroke him even faster. He was panting and bucking his hips in my grasp. “BORISLAV, PLEASE!!”

Faster strokes, harder strokes, more teasing fingers on his left nipple, and more teasing licks on his neck. He was grunting, and his bucking began to pick up a pace. I could feel that he was at the point of no return.

“Please … s-stop …--"

And then --

“UH-UH-UGH, GUH-HUH!!!”

I felt something warm and sticky flowed in my fingers, then I saw his pearl-white seed fly in the air. It was a thick rope of his cum, and judging from its color, it has a thick consistency. It also has a musky scent, very manly. His entire body was convulsing, and his right hand gripped mine in an attempt to stop my stroking, while I took hold of his left hand to stop him in his tracks. He was weakening, I could tell, and he was spitting forth unintelligible grunts of pure animalistic need.

“UH, UGH, GAH, UH, HAH, AH, AGH!!!”

More thick ropes of his milky seed soared in the air, and when he was done, I counted it to be six strong blasts. He was wheezing, and he suddenly became silent. I gently stood up, only to see him sleeping. He fainted. When I brought his seed to my lips, I whiffed his musky scent, and licked my fingers. It tastes bittersweet; the salty essence was masked by it. His essence is very masculine, no doubt about it. Thick puddles formed on the floor, with more of his cum staining his bed sheets and his books.

As he dozed in his sexual euphoria, I quietly went outside the chambers, hoping to find some rags to clean the floor. And now I felt happy.

Truly happy. I finally did it. And I yearned for more. When I finally returned to his quarters, I saw that the stains on the floor were gone.