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Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (36/?)

[(Anonymous)]

There was that pleading note to Romlyn's voice.

"Please, just go in there for one minute. That's all I ask of you."

There was some part of Serano, some recently added part, the soul of another being that had intertwined its mind with his own, that relished those words. An ancient part that was powerful and proud in equal measure, almost righteous in its need to assert his dominance over all mortal beings, tainting his judgment and compelling him to prove his supremacy over anyone he met, including his spouse.

Especially his spouse; the dunmer should never be allowed to think they were equals.

The dragons' souls he had integrated into his own wanted to see this man cower before him.

Whenever Romlyn asked for something his shoulders dropped almost imperceptibly and he lowered his head a little, making himself appear even smaller than he already was. Not exactly groveling, but close to that. Coy. An animal shying away from the leader of its pack. The urge to submit, born out of fear coupled with the certain knowledge that he would be treated well as long as he behaved; fear that came with the compulsive need to please, that was part self-preservation and adoration.

Just seeing him that way made Serano want to fuck him.

That thought belonged to him; the dragons didn't care about his mortal body's sexual inclinations.

But it wasn't his alone.

The wolf's consciousness was different from the souls of the dragons he absorbed. Every dragon he slew changed him a little bit; they intensified or smothered his own emotions, depending on their nature, but all of those thoughts and emotions were still his own in essence. The dragons ceased to exist when he absorbed their souls and became a part of himself, merely reinforcing his nature that allowed him to call upon their powers in the first place. The wolf on the other hand existed as a separate entity inside him, with its own thoughts and opinions that clashed with his own. It was a voice in its head, even though it didn't have a voice.

At first Serano had been put off by the prospect of sharing his mind with another being, but soon he had learned to appreciate the many advantages that came with the small, insistent voice at the back of his mind. The wolf's perception was keener; it warned Serano of enemies the altmer would never have sensed, and had taught him how to hunt, how to escape potential pursuers, how to sneak up on unsuspecting prey, how to use Namira's gift to its fullest extent and devour his fallen foes, how to find a safe place to sleep in the wilderness.

He hadn't understood why most of the other Companions considered the wolf's blood a curse when it was this convenient even without transforming. He had started to wonder whether there was something they hadn't told him yet.

As it turned out they had told him; he had just failed to understand. The long, tiring speeches Kodlak used to deliver at least twice a week and in which the old warrior admonished them with vague, evasive metaphors to resist their beast's inner urges and not let themselves be corrupted had basically been about just one very important matter Serano hadn't managed to grasp. The message had actually been fairly simple:

Don't let your wolf fuck anybody. Ever. Don't ask why.

Now Serano knew why. Before the beast had lain with Romlyn the wolf had only thought about the hunt, and Serano's sleep had only been disturbed by a maddening bloodlust, by random images of terrified prey and thoughts of chasing and devouring and rendering flesh from bone. While that had proven to be a slight distraction, those thoughts had been fairly easy to control. He saw enough bloodshed during the day to quell the animal’s need for carnage, after all.

But now that the beast had rutted Romlyn once it had discovered new urges that occupied its mind, and consequently Serano's as well.

Ever since then the only thing the wolf thought about was how tight this man had been, how he smelled when he was aroused and the wonderful sounds he made when he had a cock inside of him. Every morning Serano woke up hard and aching, with no means of satisfying the beast’s hunger when he was away from his spouse.