Augusta Calidia and the Tiber Septim Hotel
Out of Skingrad I headed east to the Imperial City. The capital city of the Empire is very different from every other city in that the huge marble slabs are Ayleid. Overall, the architecture is of that ancient elven race, but repurposed into contemporary living spaces. It is situated on the drably named "City Isle" in the vast Lake Rumare.
On the eastern and side the Isle is close enough to the mainland to not inconveniently swim, but the only way to and from the mainland that doesn't require getting wet is from the west, past the village of Weye and into the affluent Talos Plaza.
Even from far away I could see the tall, narrow White Tower of the Imperial Palace. By night, the lights from the tower gave the capital city a beacon, like some sort of lighthouse of civilization.
The roads around the lake shore were well patrolled, and for the first time since setting foot on Tamriel did I feel safe, and, though cautiously a first, let my guard down.
It was a profoundly relaxing experience.
It'd heard the Tiber Septim Hotel, easily the priciest rooms in all of Tamriel, had briefly become a classy brothel, but the operation had been bought out by offshore investors and it had reverted to a hotel. Sadly, it was all true, and there was nary an escort to be found. A rather exclusive men's club had opened up in the Market District, but the staff didn't do outcalls.
I was tired and looking forward to a relaxing and pampered night, so I checked in late in the evening and promptly flopped into bed dead asleep. Only to wake again in a few hours, ravenously hungry.
The lovely clerk Augusta Calidia, was all too happy to take a break from the mind-numbing night accounting to show me to the dining area and arrange for wine and some pastries. Infinitely preferring her cultured company over dining alone, I filled my plate and followed her back to the lobby. It was very quiet in the very exclusive Tiber Septim, and Augusta assured me it would be so for hours on end, which was why she had the opportunity to read so many books.
Quite "accidentally" she held up her latest book -- the very naughty play, The Lusty Argonian Maid. She couldn't blush on command, however, but I still played along and as innocently as I could, asked to see it.
I'd of course read it, and even watched three different stagings of it, so it was easy to pick out a good passage. We read it together, edging closer to each other all the while until she was pressed against me and my hands roamed her tendernesses.
Lifts-Her-Tail: Certainly not, kind sir! I am here but to clean your chambers.
Crantius Colto: Is that all you have come here for, little one? My chambers?
Lifts-Her-Tail: I have no idea what it is you imply, master. I am but a poor Argonian maid.
Crantius Colto: So you are, my dumpling. And a good one at that. Such strong legs and shapely tail.
Lifts-Her-Tail: You embarrass me, sir!
Crantius Colto: Fear not. You are safe here with me.
At this point Augusta motioned me to pause, and she led me to her small, private quarters in the sub-level. Although merely staff quarters, it was furnished very cozily. The bed, in particular, was all sensual luxury of velvet and satin.
Lifts-Her-Tail: I must finish my cleaning, sir. The mistress will have my head if I do not!
Crantius Colto: Cleaning, eh? I have something for you. Here, polish my spear.
Lifts-Her-Tail: But it is huge! It could take me all night!
Crantius Colto: Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time.
Augusta did indeed polish my "spear", and very skillfully so, leaving it wet and slick. She was hot and bothered by then, and I had no trouble thrusting it swiftly and deeply into her "scabbard" until she begged me to stop.
Our enthusiasm had left her inner thighs bruised. She was limp, breathing raggedly, had a silly happy smile on her face. Which turned to surprise and fear when she realized I wasn't sated.
I pulled open her thighs and toyed with her tender nib with my mercilessly dextrous tongue, forcing upon her more screaming pleasure.
*
I woke up very late and feeling so much more relaxed than I'd been in so many days I'd lost count. For a change, the last two days had been completely devoid of having to kill anyone or anything. This was how civilized life was meant to be!
With the help and unspoken cooperation of Augusta's coworkers, I managed to steal her away for brunch, and we even had a bit of time to wander the gardens around the Imperial Palace and some of the Market District in order to procure freshly baked dinner rolls and assorted savories for tonight's dinners at the Tiber Septim.
I really ought to have handed over the Anvil Well Crystals and dwemer thingamabobs required to repair the Imperial Orrery, but I was having such a wonderful time with Augusta, and enjoying the change of pace that I just didn't care.
On the eastern and side the Isle is close enough to the mainland to not inconveniently swim, but the only way to and from the mainland that doesn't require getting wet is from the west, past the village of Weye and into the affluent Talos Plaza.
Even from far away I could see the tall, narrow White Tower of the Imperial Palace. By night, the lights from the tower gave the capital city a beacon, like some sort of lighthouse of civilization.
The roads around the lake shore were well patrolled, and for the first time since setting foot on Tamriel did I feel safe, and, though cautiously a first, let my guard down.
It was a profoundly relaxing experience.
It'd heard the Tiber Septim Hotel, easily the priciest rooms in all of Tamriel, had briefly become a classy brothel, but the operation had been bought out by offshore investors and it had reverted to a hotel. Sadly, it was all true, and there was nary an escort to be found. A rather exclusive men's club had opened up in the Market District, but the staff didn't do outcalls.
I was tired and looking forward to a relaxing and pampered night, so I checked in late in the evening and promptly flopped into bed dead asleep. Only to wake again in a few hours, ravenously hungry.
The lovely clerk Augusta Calidia, was all too happy to take a break from the mind-numbing night accounting to show me to the dining area and arrange for wine and some pastries. Infinitely preferring her cultured company over dining alone, I filled my plate and followed her back to the lobby. It was very quiet in the very exclusive Tiber Septim, and Augusta assured me it would be so for hours on end, which was why she had the opportunity to read so many books.
Quite "accidentally" she held up her latest book -- the very naughty play, The Lusty Argonian Maid. She couldn't blush on command, however, but I still played along and as innocently as I could, asked to see it.
I'd of course read it, and even watched three different stagings of it, so it was easy to pick out a good passage. We read it together, edging closer to each other all the while until she was pressed against me and my hands roamed her tendernesses.
Lifts-Her-Tail: Certainly not, kind sir! I am here but to clean your chambers.
Crantius Colto: Is that all you have come here for, little one? My chambers?
Lifts-Her-Tail: I have no idea what it is you imply, master. I am but a poor Argonian maid.
Crantius Colto: So you are, my dumpling. And a good one at that. Such strong legs and shapely tail.
Lifts-Her-Tail: You embarrass me, sir!
Crantius Colto: Fear not. You are safe here with me.
At this point Augusta motioned me to pause, and she led me to her small, private quarters in the sub-level. Although merely staff quarters, it was furnished very cozily. The bed, in particular, was all sensual luxury of velvet and satin.
Lifts-Her-Tail: I must finish my cleaning, sir. The mistress will have my head if I do not!
Crantius Colto: Cleaning, eh? I have something for you. Here, polish my spear.
Lifts-Her-Tail: But it is huge! It could take me all night!
Crantius Colto: Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time.
Augusta did indeed polish my "spear", and very skillfully so, leaving it wet and slick. She was hot and bothered by then, and I had no trouble thrusting it swiftly and deeply into her "scabbard" until she begged me to stop.
Our enthusiasm had left her inner thighs bruised. She was limp, breathing raggedly, had a silly happy smile on her face. Which turned to surprise and fear when she realized I wasn't sated.
I pulled open her thighs and toyed with her tender nib with my mercilessly dextrous tongue, forcing upon her more screaming pleasure.
*
I woke up very late and feeling so much more relaxed than I'd been in so many days I'd lost count. For a change, the last two days had been completely devoid of having to kill anyone or anything. This was how civilized life was meant to be!
With the help and unspoken cooperation of Augusta's coworkers, I managed to steal her away for brunch, and we even had a bit of time to wander the gardens around the Imperial Palace and some of the Market District in order to procure freshly baked dinner rolls and assorted savories for tonight's dinners at the Tiber Septim.
I really ought to have handed over the Anvil Well Crystals and dwemer thingamabobs required to repair the Imperial Orrery, but I was having such a wonderful time with Augusta, and enjoying the change of pace that I just didn't care.
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