Teeny Tiny Babby Stories

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He was fast asleep, lying down on the heap of furs next to her bed. Tsajasuna sighed deeply - he looked so peaceful for once, if dead. For Nayan did not breathe, so his chest did not rise and fall. Yet he was quiet, a small puddle of drool forming near his semi-open mouth. Tsajasuna wondered.

Does he dream?

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Brave. Pure. Stouthearted. Everything he was not. He loathed and loved in equal measure.

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The old crone grinned, wearing a smile as only the Khajiit did. She produced a small scrap of parchment, and held it out to the knight.

"This one has a job that requires a skilled knight, a dangerous job. It will require a strong heart and doubtless courage, for the adversary is wicked and cunning. This one is sure..."

She paused to lick her lips.

"Yes, this one is sure even the Vigilants would take note of the one who would complete this quest and smite this Daedric presence."

Thoughts of honour and status flooded his mind. Exaltation of a fallen knight was rare, but it could be achieved through the slaying of dangerous beasts and Daedra. He would have to buy some tools for the battle. He eagerly grasped the paper, noticing that it was a contract between two parties. He only need sign it, and the promise of glory and riches were his.

"W-what is the quest?"

Under the huge brim of her hat, he saw a small greenish glow. The corners of her mouth rippled slightly, as if she had wanted to smile or laugh.

"This one wants you to kill a daemon."

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"Ooooh! Another!"

It held out its hand, the parchment that had been given to the knight shot through the space between them and into its claws. The paper glowed, and the daemon seemed to read some sort of hidden message from it.

"A fallen knight? Interesting. Haven't had one of those before...yes, yes mother...I know...thank you as always..."

The creature seemed to be having a conversation with the ragged parchment, as the knight looked on in disbelief. It suddenly stopped chattering, lifting it's head up to look at him. The parchment turned to cinder in it's blackened fingers. It began laughing at him, as if this had all been some kind of joke. The girlish laughter echoed in his head, mocking his sanity.

"Stupid knight!"

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The Argonian awoke, shaking her head and leaning upwards. The sound of distant cranking had become a mainstay of her dreams since replacing her limbs. The sound of gargantuan, monolithic entities moving in a set rhythm deep down somewhere that shouldn't exist. She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering.

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A distant sound, ringing in the ether. She was so intense, focused on this spell. She didn't want to attract any attention from the owner of this decrepit tome.

Again, the sound. A rhythm over the horizon, drops of black blood falling into a still lake. Disrupting the surface, ruining the still image it reflected back into the sky. Just a few more seconds, she could almost see the rune, etching itself onto the papers.

It was done. She had created the spell that would contain him, once and for all.

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"I just w-want..."

He crawled over to the shivering girl, cloth and bandages trailing behind him. She moved to get away from him, her wounded leg not allowing her to walk. She felt her back against the dripping wall of the cavern as the black-eyed albino monster squirmed over to her. His head was close to hers, looking up into her eyes as he laid his claws on her lap. She noticed he wasn't really looking at her, but through her and into whatever madness he saw beyond. She would rather never know.

"I j-just...w-want.."

The girlish voice trembled, as he lay his head down on her lap. He pawed at her legs as a needy dog might, his eyelids lowering slightly in comfort, eyes twitching still underneath. He stilled there, while the girl lay confused and panicked. She dared not to kick him away. The creature shuffled again, curling up in front of her.

"S-stay...with me...?"

Against her better judgement, she could not help but lay a hand on his white temple, causing him to whine happily. Those abyssal eyes closed in some kind of loathsome pleasure.

What a terrifying and piteous creature.

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"Do you not think me beautiful?"

Her thighs tightened around him for a moment, as if exerting their dominion over his body. The woman smiled sweetly, her dark eyes closing slightly in happiness. He needn't answer. She was otherworldly, like nothing he had seen before. Perfect and soft white skin, with a flexibility befitting of a true dancer. She bent down slightly, her veil touching the hairs on his chest, the silk falling gently upon them. Her chilled hands explored his physique, touching every muscle and scar. He jolted slightly, unused to the gentle caress of such a woman. Not just any common whore, but an experienced courtesan. She was certainly worth the money he had put down for her.