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Lupine Dragon 3/7
Date: 2015-04-16 03:54 pm (UTC)She whimpered, and a dark chuckle filled the air. Her surroundings changed briefly from building to stone as she made her way deeper into the ruin, taking out a vampire with her magic as Potema hummed thoughtfully. The voice was making her wet, stoking up a desire she didn’t need to feel. The water-filled trenches disgorged draugr, who fell beneath more Dremora. As she came out into a large ruined hall, Potema seemed to sigh erotically into her ear.
“You serve best on your knees,” Potema murmured. “Your wrists tied together.”
The Dragonborn swallowed, heading over to a pedestal and flicking a switch. The stone in front of her moved, revealing a metal gate that opened. She hurriedly pulled the switch back, and the gate stayed open, the stone stopping its rotation. With shaking fingers she pushed open a door and stumbled down a set of steps into a Nordic ruin. She hastened onwards to find another three switches and stone doors of a similar kind. She timed them, flipping them all when they opened, as Potema breathed down her neck, laughing sensually.
Running into a huge room, she stopped short at the sight of a vampire waiting for her, his grin cruel.
“You’ve come far, mortal,” he appraised. “No doubt seeking to enter Potema’s Sanctum. I can see to that. We’ll need plenty of fresh corpses to rebuild her army, you see.”
Dremora burst from purple portals and bore down upon the vampire and the draugr who accompanied him. Fire filled the air as Callista set her magic to work, retrieving the key from the vampire’s charred corpse. Using it on the huge door, she then kicked it open, and headed down into the dungeon. She slaughtered the vampire that she came across, her Dremora racing ahead to take out skeletons and draugr that would have otherwise accosted her. She found herself in a tiny room, and the door swung shut. Purple magic filled the air, caressing her softly, and she moaned. Oh gods.
“Not much further,” Potema cooed. “Come, little thing. Serve me in death.” The Wolf Queen purred the word ‘come’, and Callista wanted nothing more than to do just that. But Potema reanimated the bodies in the room, and Callista and her summons hurried to put them down again. The iron gate opened and she made her way down the stairs, shoving open a door and almost falling backwards. There it was, hovering in the air, that damned blue spirit that had driven her wild with pleasure.
“You’ve come far, mortal,” Potema said in praise. “But, can you stand against my inner council? Let’s see!”
The door swung shut behind Callista, and instantly, electricity filled the air. The summoned Dremora vanished and were replaced by new ones, who went after the reanimated councillors with a fury. Callista wielded flame and sword in a dazzling combination as draugr after draugr fell into ash. Together, the three of them took down the inner council, and Callista spun around to face Potema’s spirit. Sparks flooded her being, and she screamed as that pleasure took hold of her once more.
“Come and challenge me, then!” Potema roared, as the Dremora vanished back to Oblivion. Callista’s magicka was drained and she was out of potions to restore it, so she sprinted over to the opposite door as Potema’s spirit vanished into the stone. She had to catch it before it escaped!
The door opened, and in front of her was a throne with a woman sitting on it, an ethereal woman with curled hair cascading down her back and wearing nothing.
“Challenge me, lose, and become mine,” Potema purred, and Callista froze for the barest second. It was enough. Her guard was down, and Potema’s spirit locked into Callista’s body. The Imperial couldn’t move. The strong-willed Wolf Queen was centuries older than Callista herself, more powerful and able to take minds at her own desire. Callista, so easily owned by a show of power, was a small foe to beat. The Imperial felt herself drop her weapons.