Stone slowly ground against stone, the circular motion of a pestle against a mortar crushing the blue  paste inside the bowl. Alavesa Elothril stared at her work more intently than usual because she knew she wouldn't get a second chance if she ruined this batch. The dwemer ruin she spent the last two decades living in was abundant in mushrooms, metals and various insects. The nearby caverns of Blackreach even had soul gems in plentiful supply.

But this, a stoneflower from her homeland of Morrowind? Working with that ingridient was a rare treat these days and she had an unwary trading party to thank for it. She never did find out where they were from, where they were going or why they carried all those alchemical ingridients - she just saw an opportunity and grabbed it, frying the nord and his guards in mere seconds. Really, moving all of that loot to her abode without the idiots inhabiting the outer part of the ruin noticing took much more effort.

With a final twist of the stone pestle, the stoneflower paste was ready, its consistency pleasing to her. She added a pinch of void salts and the water next and then left the concoction alone. Her fortify magica potion needed to sit still for a while before the next step.

She nodded at nobody in particular, pleased at her progress and set her tools down. It was about time for her to take a break and get some fresh air. After quickly donning her furs she headed outside, onto the stone terraces overlooking the cliff. It was funny how the dwemer lived underground and yet knew how to appreciate a nice view. Her red eyes wandered across the mountain across her, then the cliff the ancient dwemer city was built into and finally, she looked downwards, into the front entrance of the ruin where the common bandits made their homes.   

Then she saw one of said bandits crash ass-first into a fur tent. Actually, now that she took a closer look, all of the bandits she could see were active, running around and pointing their bows at something. That something came into her vision soon enough, running out of the cover of a stone pillar, up the stone stairs and towards the archer closest to it.
And run it did, the figure's steps incredibly quick. It's most noticable feature from this distance, however, was the color of the robes it wore - a most expensive shade of purple. It was difficult for Alavesa to make out any other details from up here, but the fact that her (admittedly useless) neighbors went down whenever it got close to them was apparent.

A dozen seconds later, the fight was no longer in her sight, obscured by the stone architecture. She stood there and pondered for a moment. Whoever or whatever this was, it will probably pass her by.  Her quarters were pretty out of the way, after all. Alavesa, however, knew better than to rely on “probably”. She didn't survive out here for so long by being careless, so she immediately turned and walked through the massive dwemer doors and back towards her sanctuary. She had an ambush to prepare.

It was not a very complex ambush on her part. All she had to do was activate the automated dwemer defense systems and hide. Simple, effective and reliable. 
Having decided to be extra safe, she also put on her green battle robe and downed a pair of potions. Immediately, the magic coursed into her system, filling her with power and confidence.
And so she hid and she waited and soon enough her quarry approached.

She immediately identified him as a fellow dunmer and as a fellow mage. The purple robes she saw earlier covered him from neck to ankle, they were trimmed with gold and in the middle of his chest they held a purple soul gem, built into the clasp. His face was handsome, but not truly outstanding among the dunmer, with its strong eyebrows and subtly elongated features. Not that she cared about the last one, she wanted those gorgeous robes.

The intruding mage walked forward rapidly and activated the first trap, sending a jet of flame at him. He was too quick, however, passing through just as the flame reached his position. He then ran forward, avoided a sawblade and another flame jet and then ran straight into a dwemer mechanical spider. 
He punched it. It broke.
The second spider met the same fate and so did the next two and a pair of dwemer spheres, each falling to straightforward brute force.

Alavesa was pleased by what she saw. Her target was obviously using restoration to enhance his speed and strength. Probably his endurance too. All she had to do was make sure her first strike took him down. When he reached the centerpiece of her trap, the huge dwemer centurion, she knew was ready.
Predictably, he ran at it straight ahead. The centurion already had its hammer raised and swung at the elf just as Alavesa shocked him with her strongest lightning bolt. The lighting hit him right in the right side of the face and paralyzed him for a moment. The hammer followed suit right afterwards.
Just as lightning burned skin, so did metal break bone with a most satisfying crack, sending the elf flying backwards and onto the ground.

After mentally patting herself on the back for the perfect timing and execution of her ambush, she headed straight for the body, eager to check her prize.
“Ah, there you are,” the dunmer's voice broke out.

Oh what the fuck.
She didn't know how or why he survived that, but she wasn't going to waste any time. She cast a lightning bolt immediately, only to be met by a ward spell. By the time her second lightning bolt was ready to fly, the dunmer was already on his feet and dodging the centurion's hammer while using the huge machine as cover. A few rapid punches was all he needed to disable it.

And then he finally stood still and looked at her, with his half-burned face and caved in chest. “I was starting to worry I'll leave empty handed.” he spoke just before the centurion fell to the floor with a great crash.
A sickening ~ click~  then echoed throughout the chamber. And then another and another as  Alavesa watched the deformation on his chest snap back into its proper place and the burned skin on his face rapidly return to normal.
She didn't want to let him finish that ridiculous rapid healing of his, of course, but he dodged her frost and battled her lightning away, his wards always keeping up with her power.
“Hmmm. Good, good.” he muttered.

With frustration, she threw one more spell at him. She needed a plan. She needed to stall.
“What do you want!?” she shouted out, both frightened at his freakish ability and conscious of how many years it's been since she talked to anyone.
He responded immediately “Ah, yes, I'm here to get my property.” 
And there she saw a potential way out of this fight “You mean the caravan?”
“Oh? I will take that too, I suppose. But, no, I'm here for you.”
“Me? I'm not your property! I'm not anyone's property!”
That's why she lived out here in the first place. Where else could she find true freedom?

He suddenly broke into a run, moving straight at her. Again, she threw spells at him and again he dodged and warded. And then he was upon her, his hand grabbing her wrist and pinning her to the wall behind her. She squirmed, but her efforts were nothing against his enhanced strength.
“I suppose this is as good of a time to explain as any.” She heard him say, his voice far too close.
He then looked to the side and into the her living quarters, seemingly distracted “This is where you sleep?”
She felt him shift her arms into a new position, turning the front of her body towards the door into her quarter and then she felt a push to her lower back, making her instinctively walk forward.
“This looks pretty comfortable,” he continued speaking from right behind her, seemingly unconcerned by her struggle “You even have heating in here. Dwemer machinery, right?”

“Let go of me!” Alavesa yelled.
“Maybe later.” he responded offhandedly and marched her towards the fur-covered stone dwemer bed.
She then finally recovered enough of her bearings to try and stop walking, but he just pushed her onto the soft wolf furs, belly first.
“Anyway, as I was about to explain” he continued, and she leaned her head backwards, trying to keep him in sight. She leaned just enough to see him pull a strip of leather from his robe “I am Bralas Telvanni, of the formerly great house of Telvanni.”
She then felt him affix the piece of leather to her neck and the item seemed to wrap around her throat, set snugly against her skin. “Not too tight?” he asked, once again distracted from his explanation.

And just like that, she felt her magica rapidly run out.
“What? What did you do to me?” she asked, panic apparent in her voice.
“That's a fairly standard slave mark. Well, this one is not cumbersome and ugly like the common slave bracelet. It will leave you quite incapable of casting spells.”
At this, the thought of losing her magic, she really panicked. She ineffectively tossed and turned, desperately fighting his unflinching grip. He completely ignored her and turned her onto her back.
Then he released her wrists and groped her breasts through her robe, fondling them, creasing the fabric and talking through her attempts at fighting him off “During the last few years, House Telvanni has been in poor condition, the vast majority of our membership lost to the eruption of Red Mountain end pointless last stands against the Argonians.”

He quickly undid the buttons on her robe and opened it, admiring what he saw. Soft, clear skin the color of ash, a pair of firm breasts topped by black nipples and a flat stomach. She felt his warm and equally soft hands move across her skin and cried out “Stop it!”
He, however was already distracted again “I can tell an alchemist's skin when I feel one. You've been taking really good care of yourself. ”
After a few more seconds of squirming on her part and admiring on his part, he eyes snapped back into focus.
“Right, back on track,” he resumed his explanation and the roaming of his hands turned into a massage, pressing and rubbing her breasts and muscles with practiced movements “Previously, house Telvanni relied on hirelings to keep numbers up, but with our numbers so low, that would dilute out boodline too much and reduce the overall quality of our descendants. Since we are also in hiding, hiring agents is even less viable. To fix that, we need children of good breeding and for that we need women of good quality.”

“You mean... you want me to bear children? NO! You can't do that!” Alavesa screamed, but the Televanni just kept up his massage and responded “You will find that I can do whatever I want with you. I am your owner, after all.”
Alavesa struggled with renewed vigor, thrashing with her hips and opening the lower part of her robe in the process.
His massage almost instantly moved lower, towards her hips, once again immobilizing her fully and then continued down to her thighs.
“You have gorgeous legs.” was all he said at first, now truly amazed.
He kept pressing and kneading her thighs for a few seconds before speaking again “Slim and just slightly toned. And sooo soft. I am going to enjoy playing with those so much.”

Alavesa did her best to throw him off again, but to no avail. All it did was tire her out while he bent down and started trailing soft kisses and sucking on her ashen coloured thighs. 

With the high and adrenaline now wearing off along with her stamina Alavesa's struggles got more strained and even less effective. More importantly, they were less distracting and her mind finally started focusing on the sensations. While it wasn't very intense, the massage was consistent and pleasant, indicating that he was either avoiding bruising her despite her efforts or that he just repaired the bruises with magic as they appeared. Alavesa's mind was just clear enough to make out the possibilities, but not clear enough to make the distinction.

 Eventually, he decided that it's time to move on. He pointed his finger at her fur shoes and used a quick telekinesis spell to take them off and toss them away.
His hands and kisses followed suit and after a short stop at her calves, he moved on to massaging her feet.
“Finally decided to calm down?” he asked.
“I.. Just... don't...“ she mumbled before forming her thoughts into a more coherent sentence “I won't be your slave.”
“You already are. That's fine, though. I don't want your cooperation. I want your body and your body will be quite happy to cooperate.”
“You can't...” she voiced desperately.

At that, he released her feet and his hands moved across her legs and to her hips. “Didn't I tell you already? I am your owner, I can do whatever I want with you.”
His right hand then moved between her legs.
“Fortunately for you, I like women.” Then, in a display of control and skill, he singed what little pubic hair she had with a fire spell, leaving her dark, soft pussy lips bare. She hissed in pain, but his hand glowed with the blue power of a restoration spell and soothed the pain in but a moment.
“So, you shouldn't be too worried about pain. I won't deal more than you can take.”
“I'm not afraid of pain.”
He smiled enthusiastically at that “True that, living out here in the middle of nowhere must leave you quite numb to it.”
It went unsaid that it she felt the exact opposite when it came to pleasure.

The purpose of his spell was made apparent when he started circling the now bald area with his thumb, while opening her lips with his fingers. She tried to pull away from the pleasant sensations, but it was a meager attempt. Her body and mind were too tired for anything else.
His fingers stimulated the inside of her pussy, but there was no rush to his movements. He poked and prodded slowly and kept looking at her eyes, searching for something and waiting for a reaction.
Eventually, he found it. Alavesa felt a jolt of pleasure sparked by his fingers and gasped. That was all the reaction he needed, his fingers suddenly focusing on that spot and speeding up, thrusting in and out of her pussy with increasing vigor. Each thrust built up more pleasure inside of her, more pressure aching for release. She pushed back, doing her best not to react, not to give in, but it wasn't enough.

Her breath got deeper and deeper, her heart beat stronger and stronger and the pleasure just kept getting more difficult to resist. She didn't know how long she lasted, as all sense of time was lost to her, but her body betrayed her in the end. 
Her voice protested weakly as her body was overpowered by pleasure and she came all over his hand, her pussy letting out one wave of cum after another until she was finally satisfied.

For a while, there was silence. She just listened to the sound of her own deep breath and felt his hands massage her chest.
Then his hands moved away from her skin for what seemed like the first time since he started massaging her and he opened his own robe, unveiling his body to her “That's about enough preparation, don't you think?”
She threw a brief glance at his chest, but her gaze soon firmly fixated itself on his cock. It seemed huge and rock hard to her, but she knew that it's been so long since she's seen one that her frame of reference was useless.
It didn't matter either way.
He first took a moment to massage her thighs, then positioned himself between her legs, pressed them firmly around his torso and aligned the tip of his penis with her wet pussy lips. Then he pushed in, slowly spreading her lips open. Once again, he wasn't in a hurry, letting each thrust stretch her out slightly further, penetrate slightly deeper and pleasure her slightly better. His hands were again on her thighs, holding them and letting them rub against his skin as he moved in and out of her.

As soon as she felt his slowly advancing thrusts reach all way inside of her, she also felt him pick up the pace.  Once again, she felt the pleasure building up inside of her, once again, she felt her breath deepened and once again, she felt her heart pick up. Once again she resisted it. Once again the rhythmic movement drowned out her sense of time. Her stupor and focus were finally broken by his voice.
“Ready for another orgasm?”
“I... can't...” Alavesa spoke between pants and then she let out a soft moan. It was just too much, it felt just too good, the soft furs and constant massages too comfortable and the pressure too hard. She couldn't take it anymore.
She came again and Bralas followed suit, pumping a shot of warm cum into the depths of her pussy with each thrust. Alavesa let out a few more quiet moans as her orgasm slowly came to a conclusion. Her partner, however, kept pumping into her, rapidly burning through magica to supplement his stamina and keep his orgasm going.

By the time he pulled out of her, her pussy was overflowing with the white liquid.
That, however, didn't cross her mind. Her entire body felt thoroughly exhausted and yet absolutely relaxed. Her bed felt warmer and more comfortable than ever. She didn't even notice when her eyes closed and sleep overtook her.