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Skyrim Page 3 - "Either you're naked, or I'm drunk. Maybe both."

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So. Vampires have the Vampire's Seduction power, right? Making them very compliant, willing to do whatever the vampire might ask...

You can see where I'm going with this, right?

Oh yes, I forgot to specify - it's be nice if the PC, of either gender, was involved in the pairing somehow... as the vampire or the unwilling, no-but-yes thrall, I don't mind.

Maybe Lex should get his head checked. Obviously he must be mad, slinking around in the shadows of cold, damp caves instead of continuing his cushy career as one of Riften's finest budding thieves. Except he'd been arrested, and almost executed, and his sorry Imperial ass had been saved from the chopping block by a dragon, and as it happens, he's a dragon (soul, a dragon soul, human body), and now all the dark and scary places itch just under his skin, begging to be explored.

The fledgling vampires are easy enough. A good Shout of, "YOL!" to burn them out and the strategic application of his stabby dagger of doom, and he's set to go.

Lex creeps down a corridor, the walls dripping with moss and melting snow. The whole cave smells like old blood and darker things.

And that reminds him. Fledglings don't just crop up. Someone needs to guide them, control them, create them. Every bunch of fledglings comes with...

Lex dodges when he hears the hissing roar of a firebolt being lobbed in his direction. It sizzles against the cave wall, scorching out moss.

"You must be the patriarch of this little pack. Hope you don't mind the mess back there a ways."

The patriarch, a sharp-angled altmer, arches an elegant eyebrow, visibly unimpressed, before his rose-gold eyes flash.

Seething with equal parts disgust for the blood-sucking leech and triumph for impending victory, Lex opens his mouth to release the Thu'um.

"FU-uuu-uh?" Suddenly he's not sure exactly why he's attacking. "I'm sorry, that wasn't very nice of me, was it? Was there something I could do to apologize to you, Master?"

The altmer (who is very handsome - why didn't Lex notice the handsome before?) just smiles gently at him. "Oh, I can think of a few things. Take off your clothes."

Oh. Oh! Lex scrambles to claw out of his leather armor, dropping it all carelessly to the cave floor. The cave's sort of chilly, but he heats up under his master's gaze, warmed by the altmer's appreciative stare. He shakes out his long brown hair, impractical for his profession but his master seems to approve.

Lex's master unties the sash to his black robe, lets it slither to the ground as well. He's naked underneath, whipcord slender, all beautifully sharp angles. Not frail either, despite his race, and maybe that's a vampire thing? Lex can't claim to know.

"See that crate? Sit on it. It's where I'm going to collect your apology."

"It is the right height, isn't it?" Lex agrees, hurrying to hop up on the indicated wooden crate. There might be a few splinters in his ass, but anything to please his master is worth a little discomfort.

The vampire saunters up, placing himself between Lex's eagerly spread thighs. He arches his hips in, pressing groin to groin and rubbing. Lex purrs, groaning. It's not too long, even in the cave's chill, before he and his master are both hard.

"So, my sweet little thieving murderer, is there any special way you'd like to apologize to me?"

((So, OP... M!Altmer vampire and M!Imperial DB, dubious non-con and maybe a little bit of bloodplay in a little bit. If this doesn't meet your standards [or even if it does] I hope someone else fills it. I don't normally do non-con, but vampires!))

Lex moans, equal parts sorry for earlier killing his master's family and completely aroused by the thought of his master laying claim on him.

"M-Master, make me yours, please..." Lex wriggles on the crate, scooting himself closer to the edge of it.

The altmer smiles indulgently, caressing Lex's cheek. "If you insist, pet."

The vampires lips descend on Lex's neck where it joins his shoulder, leaving a trail of cool, wet kisses that make Lex whimper and whine. There's a suggestion of sharpness, and then something warm trickles down Lex's collarbone and toward his chest. The master's tongue laves at the trails of stark crimson.

More holes, more thin trails of blood. The master laps some of it off of one of Lex's nipples, and he nearly finishes. Which would be bad, because the master hasn't had him yet, and slaves can't come before their masters. It's probably in a rulebook somewhere.

Blood slick fingers twist up into Lex's body, a cursory preparation before he's treated to the stretching burn of his master's cock. A niggling thought in the back of Lex's foggy mind informs him that he should be objecting to this. It should hurt. But it's not just anyone breaching him. It's his master. That makes everything better. Nothing hurts. It's all so very, very good, just the cool press of marble hardness up inside in all the right places.

The vampire presses Lex onto his back on top of the crate and fucks him with a sort of maddening slowness that has the thief writhing and crying out with every methodical thrust, legs clinging around the vampires waist, fingers clawing down his back. Eventually the pace speeds up, the slapping sound of flesh on flesh echoing in the cave, Lex howling his pleasure for anyone inside of a mile to hear.

Lex is loud when he comes, louder than he's ever been, rocked by the most intense orgasm of his life -- an orgasm fueled by the feel of the cold splash of his master's seed emptying into his body and the knowledge that yes, he was sexy enough to make his master come first.

The master bites his own hand and then kisses Lex deeply. Lex, groaning and groggy, laps the taste of blood from his master's mouth.

((Oh Lex. Imagine your surprise when the vampire fairy-dust effect wears off and...oh yeah, I should write that next, shouldn't I...))

And now the good feelings are getting a little fuzzy around the edges.

Lex shudders, the post-orgasmic afterglow fading fast in the chill of the cave and the unpleasant ache in his ass. His neck feels like a horde of angry sewing-women has stabbed him with a bunch of needles. He's also got a length of blonde hair tangled in his fingers, oddly enough.

Oh, oh right. He'd been doing something. And then, suddenly, something had been doing him. But maybe while he's naked and still impaled on a vampire patriarch's barely-softening cock isn't the best time to force that issue, yeah?

"And how are you feeling, my little thief?" the vampire croons, smirking, smug, rolling his hips again to send a confused and confusing shock of pain and pleasure straight up Lex's spine.

"Hey, ow! You fetching s'wit, don't do that."

"What, this?"

Lex yelps. There's a thin sliver of pleasure but a whole lot of burning ache in his rear end.

"Sod off!" Lex gulps, suddenly presented with teeth at his throat. Big teeth, sharp teeth, teeth that could completely end his life. "Uh, sir. Sod off, sir."

The vampire pulls out with a wet 'pop' and collects his robe from the ground, shaking out the dust before re-tying it. Lex contemplates a Shout, but he doesn't know any that would end a powerful vampire in one go, and this time, he has no trusty stabby dagger of doom to back him up. Or any armor to protect himself. It's all on the ground.

"You can't win this fight, little thief," the vampire murmurs, voice deceptively soft over a sharp edge of threat. "I suggest you find your adventure elsewhere. You have overstayed your welcome here."

And just like that, Lex is out on his ass in the snow through a back exit from the cave, his gear and dagger thrown out after him. He rushes to get dressed in the cold and despairs at the two and a half day walk it'll take him to get back to civilization.

***

Three days later, Lex wakes screaming from a bloody nightmare, mouth freshly full of fangs of his own, and swears he'll get the fetching bastard who did this to him if it's the last thing he ever does.

((I hope you get some bit of entertainment out of this, OP. And, well, I should apologize to Lex, but I'm really not sorry. Besides, he's pretty cavalier about everything except the whole becoming-a-vampire-himself part. Maybe it's not dark enough, but I figure a jaded manslut like Lex might deal better than someone with actual dignity about the whole vampire-date-rape thing.))

Well now. That was pretty nice.

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