Chapters: Part I Part II • Part III
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The rider, bundled in a ragged, stained cloak that nonetheless looked thick and warm, reigned in his well-lathered mount atop the small rise, gazing with hard, cold eyes on the city before him. A light spring squall, chill with the memory of winter, had passed overhead a few hours before, leaving the rough-hewn buttresses of the city's great walls glittering with moisture. The rider, shifting slightly in the saddle, thought cynically that the damp would be a long time in clearing, for this was a coastal city, with the frequent fogs and mists associated with such. In his opinion, at least, Daggerfall would never truly be dry.
The rider, a High Elf and, judging from his appearance and the confident way he sat his horse, an accomplished warrior, clucked softly to his exhausted, weary mount, urging it toward the gates. The sun, now only a pale orange ball as it tried to fight its way through thickening mists, was sitting low on the horizon. He'd heard rumors on his travels that convinced him that this was not a city to be out and about in after the sun fled the sky. The rider led his mount through the massive gates, finally entering the great city of Daggerfall.
Orinn had arrived within the boundaries of the kingdom of Daggerfall over a month ago in the hold of what he affectionately called a scow. The ship had leaked continually from the day it had sailed, and if anyone ever asked him to sail on it again, he'd gladly burn it to the waterline. He could barely afford anything else, and he'd even had to earn his passage, most of the time working the pumps, trying to keep the damned scow afloat. When landfall was made in a tiny hamlet by the sea, for some needed repairs the Captain had claimed, the young elf had taken the opportunity to disembark, without worrying about where. As a result, he'd had to traverse half the kingdom, practically killing the poor horse he'd stolen two days into the journey, just to get here. He shook his head and vowed that the next time anyone asked him to 'run a little errand' for the Emperor, he'd pretend to be hard of hearing.
But he was here now, so he might as well make the best of things. He'd find a comfortable inn and see how things were laid out tomorrow. Business could certainly wait until then.
The streets were quickly clearing as Orinn made his way to the center of town. On the way, he watched curiously as one obviously frightened merchant-type scampered into a small house in dire need of whitewashing. The little man was staring about as if the hounds of hell were after him. Orinn shook his head, suppressing a grin at the man's antics. From what he'd heard, hell hounds would be preferred. With one last look around the dusk-shadowed central square, the warrior stepped through the door of a fairly nice inn.
"Shut the damned door, lad, 'r you'll have the bloody ghosts in here with us!" The barkeep of the 'Drunken Knight' didn't seem too concerned about 'letting the ghosts in', leaning as he was against the bar half-heartedly polishing a dented tankard with a dirty rag, though Orinn saw that more than a few of the tap room's occupants took the admonition seriously. He let the door swing shut, then casually flipped his ragged cloak back.
Now the barkeep took note. Orinn was decked out in full leather armor, which wasn't at all uncommon. The armor was of a much higher quality than the cloak that had concealed it. What caught the tavern keeper's eye however, and that of almost everyone else in the room, was not the quality of the armor, but instead the stylized Dragon Claw on his right breast. Inlaid into the boiled black leather with gold, the symbol proclaimed to all that he was a Knight of the Dragon. He'd had the opportunity to join the Knighthood as he crossed the kingdom, and had decided to take it.
"You'll be needin' a room then, Milord?" The proprietor asked, the mug he had been cleaning now resting forgotten on the bar. The man eyed Orinn resignedly. Custom, as well as the law, dictated that no Knight of the Dragon should ever have to pay for a room in any inn within the kingdom. Orinn nodded, suppressing a smirk. It was the only good reason he could see to accept the knighthood. Riding around 'theeing and thouing' and bashing at each other with great swords just wasn't up his alley.
The barkeep cocked his thumb toward a smallish girl, no more than seventeen but showing the promise of great beauty to come. She was one of three maids serving food and drink to the customers. Her short, pale blonde hair, almost white, floated about her face like a living halo. Bright, flashing blue eyes danced merrily as she dealt with the rowdy customers she was serving, warding off their frequent attempts at getting her to sit with them. "Elli'll show you to a room. Have a good night, Milord." Hearing her name, the girl finished with the table she was serving and came over, and just for an instant the elf thought he caught a look pass between the barkeep and the girl. He decided his imagination was getting away from him.
The girl, flashing the travel-weary elf a dimpled smile as she smoothed her skirts over her slim hips, addressed him in a throaty purr, "if you'll follow me, Milord, I'll take you upstairs. I have just the room for you." With a swirl of her skirts, the girl trounced off, hips swaying. Orinn followed, grinning widely at the girl's obvious attempts at attracting his attentions. The elf was impressed the girl was keeping her balance with the way she was swaying too and fro!
Elli showed him to a moderately sized room on the second floor of the inn. It had a spacious bed, as well as a dresser, a wardrobe and a fairly large window. Through the mottled, blown-glass panels, Orinn could see that the sun had set fully; Daggerfall was now in the hands of the dead.
The serving girl stood in the doorframe, one hand resting suggestively on her hip. "Milord, we have a bath set up in the basement, if you wish, and dinner will be served for another couple hours. If you need anything else, please let me know and I'll do my best to see that you're satisfied." The direct look the girl was giving him left no doubt as to how she would like to 'satisfy' him. Orinn suppressed a grin, delighted at the girl's forwardness. He was really going to like Daggerfall!
"Thanks, but I think I'll turn in. I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow." He turned away and tossed his saddlebags across the dresser.
"Very good, Milord." Elli had just about closed the door, and he was already stripping off his armor, when she suddenly popped her head into the room once more. "One thing, Milord, please don't open the window! It would be such a waste if we lost you to the ghosts!" With another teasing smile, the girl left him alone. Orinn chuckled. That girl was a predator. He knew the type. As a matter of fact, he thought with another chuckle, he was the type!
The elf rested his dwarven sabre against the side of the bed and quickly stripped out of his travel stained clothes. In the soft lantern light, the faint white scars that marked his body were barely visible. He'd been lucky in the last few weeks, running into only two foes that might have taken him down. He'd defeated them more through cunning than skill. Still, there were few that could match him face to face, one on one. Assassins of his skill were truly rare, and Orinn knew that there were many, many nobles and wealthy merchants alike that thanked their varied gods for that fact!
The elf slipped between the clean white sheets. With almost no thought, for it had become routine, he tucked his mithral dagger beneath the over-stuffed down pillow, then reached over to turn down the lamp. With a deep sigh, he allowed his body to surrender to the weariness the weeks of travel had built up. It was good to finally reach Daggerfall.
* * * * *
Orinn blinked awake, fully alert. He had his dagger ready in a heartbeat. It was late, past midnight he thought. From the lack of sounds from the taproom, the guests of the house had all gone to their beds. He could see no reason to be alarmed, and he could hear nothing, yet he was a master assassin. He instinctively knew that there was someone near, someone intent on not being discovered. With only a soft whisper of sheets, the elf was out of the bed, standing ready, dagger held low. If an attack was coming, he was fairly sure he could deal with his foes, even completely naked. A mithral blade is a great equalizer.
With the tiniest click, a sound that would have gone unnoticed to most even if they were awake, a small panel opened in the wall on the far side of the dresser. Orinn was there in a heartbeat, ready to strike. He held his blade though when he recognized the maid, Elli, as she crawled silently through the narrow opening.
With all the noise of a shadow, Orinn slipped behind the little blonde as she crouched, peering through the gloom toward the bed. Her Khajiit suit, very similar to the one in his own pack, seemed to drink in the faint light coming through the window, allowing the maid to blend into the shadows. Her shock of pale hair though was carelessly uncovered. With the speed of a striking serpent, the assassin had his dagger pressed against the girl's throat, the point resting just above her jugular, while he roughly twisted the girl's arm, forcing her wrist up between her shoulder blades. The young maid whimpered in pain, stunned at the attack, but she did not cry out.
Orinn whispered coldly in the shivering girl's ear. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Miss Elli?"
Elli was terrified. She'd been sent to rifle the handsome knight's belongings, to see what, if anything, he might have of interest. The thieves' guild routinely used Elli as a scout, to see whether a mark was worth the effort. All she had to do was sneak in, go through his things and sneak out. Leave everything where it was, and the mark would never know she was there. She was one of the better sneak thieves in the guild, and she'd been scouting for them for over a year now and had never been caught. In spite of this, she'd never even known the man was there! He could have just as easily killed her outright, rather than ask questions. Feeling the point of his dagger against her throat, Elli knew that he still might!
Elli stuttered, her fear manifest, "um, I, uh…"
Orinn felt the girl quivering against him. The body suit she wore did little to hide the highly attractive dimensions of the girl's body. Pressed against her as he was, he felt her every move. Chagrinned, and a bit amused, he realized that the proximity to the scantily clad girl was causing a reaction he'd rather not have to think about right now.
Elli, held as she was so firmly against him, could not fail to recognize what had happened, and she immediately used the information. "Milord, I-I was hoping…" Elli pressed herself even closer to the man that held her so tightly, her bottom tight against Orinn's groin. In her husky voice, the girl continued. "I was hoping I might interest you in some of our other complementary services." She ground her hips against his erection.
The assassin was amused. Women had tried to take advantage of him before by flaunting their charms, but he admired the girl's quick thinking. Even with her life at risk, she was searching for a way out, had not given up. He'd been in enough life threatening situations himself to know that this was extremely difficult to do. Also, he was man enough to admit that she did have a fine body! With a quick swipe of his dagger, Orinn opened the back of the girl's khajiit suit from shoulder to hip. She cringed, terrified at his abrupt movement, but the cruel blade never touched her silky soft skin.
"I accept your offer, girl." With the flick of his wrist, Orinn sent his dagger spinning across the room, burying it in the doorframe. Elli flinched again at his casual skill with the weapon. The elf, still holding tight to the girl's arm, spun her about, pulling her close. "You've entered my room, girl, looking to steal what's mine. That was a mistake. You'll walk out of here alive though, when I'm through with you. Understand?" He kissed her roughly, biting her lip and leaving the tiniest spot of blood glistening against her fair skin.
Elli, still stunned at how fast things had gone wrong, gasped. Then, she cried out softly as the elf tore her shredded suit roughly, leaving the upper portion draped about her hips and her small, firm breasts fully exposed to the assassin's hot gaze. She felt a rush of sexual excitement at being so forcefully exposed to this man. She staggered back slightly, off balance.
The assassin admired the small girl's charms for a second before yanking her back to him. Her slim body quivered slightly under his gaze. Her breasts were smallish, but perfectly formed, topped by pale rose-hued nipples. They rose tantalizingly with each frightened breath Elli took. Her creamy skin seemed to glow in the faint light of the waning moon that made it through the thick panes of the window. He could see mix of fear and growing excitement in her shadowed eyes.
Holding her tight, Orinn felt her nipples tighten against his chest. Mustering her reserves, Elli did her best to meet Orinn's unforgiving gaze, her eyes wavering only slightly. Yes, the elf thought, there is fire in this one. She would go far, using her skills and her charms as she did, and enjoying the use of both! "I'll take you girl. Tonight, you're mine. It may be that I'll have a use for your 'skills' in the future, so I'll not kill you." He finally let her go, stepping back to allow the girl the room she would need. With one hand he stroked his cock. "Show me your desire to please me, Elli," he whispered. "Make me think I can't live without you."
Elli's heart had been beating furiously from the moment the assassin had pressed his dagger to her throat, first with fear, then with a growing, needy arousal. The girl slipped the remnants of her torn nightsuit over her slim hips, exposing the sparse, pale white muff between her thighs that seemed to glow in the faint moonlight. She knelt with an unconscious gracefulness, more than eager to please this man. The elf was roughly handsome, yes, but there was something else. She'd never been bested so easily, never had a man take her life so forcefully into his hands. Kneeling before him, his thick shaft before her, she knew that she would do whatever he asked of her, here and now, and forever! Elli caressed the elf's cock, stroking it lightly before her soft, coral-hued lips, puffy from where Orinn had bitten her, closed on the head.
Shifting about, Orinn slumped to the bed, and the girl pressed close between his legs, her hands stroking and squeezing while her mouth continued to instill in Orinn increasingly intense rushes of excitement. Up on his elbows, he watched the maid's tongue unconsciously darting out to wet her slightly parted lips before she firmly licked the tip of his cock with it. Orinn growled while resisting the pleasure she was causing as best he could. Yes, this young thief was truly talented.
Elli started by teasing the turgid head of his shaft with her tongue, flicking it against the tip, twirling it about the head, lightly licking underneath. She caressed his sack gently with one hand while she ever so slowly took more and more of him into her mouth. Bobbing her head smoothly, eagerly, eyes closed, the beautiful maid was soon taking his entire length, taking him deep into her throat. She would have continued, wanting to taste his thick, pearly semen, but Orinn was having none of that. He meant to use the girl thoroughly before he sent her back to her thieving masters.
When he could barely contain himself, when one more bob of her head would have meant an eruption, Orinn determinedly pushed the girl back. The needy look in her shadowed eyes and her ragged breathing indicated that she was fully aroused, and he saw that her free hand had been buried between her silky thighs while she serviced him.
Elli was wet. She hadn't imagined she could become so aroused by willingly giving herself to this knight. "Milord?" she begged, wanting, needing to please this man.
Orinn reached out, pulling her up on the bed, feeling her hot, aroused body against him. Rolling to the side, he positioned her next to him, his roaming hands finding her young breasts as he did so. Moaning softly, Elli felt his grip tighten, squeezing hard, causing her to squirm with mixed pain and pleasure.
Sitting up abruptly, Orinn crouched beside the panting girl, whose hands had moved to her breasts the second the assassin had shifted. He watched the girl in the dim light, watched as she pinched and teased her rosebud nipples, never taking her gaze from his.
"Roll over, girl." Elli repositioned herself, face-down. Orinn took her wrists and held them firmly above her head, though this took little effort; the maid wasn't fighting him. With his other hand, he explored her body, trailing rough, callused fingers down her bare back. Elli squirmed when she felt his hand tighten on her ass, murmuring into the mattress as Orinn squeezed hard. She felt pressure against her inner thigh, and spread her legs slightly, giving the assassin access to her well-aroused sex. Eyes closed, the maid gasped when she felt the elf's touch, slipping through her vaginal lips to penetrate her willing tunnel. She wriggled with delight while he finger-fucked her, alternately burying one, two or even three fingers within her before inching forward to tantalizingly stroke her sex-charged clit.
When Orinn felt the girl begin to grind her hips against the bed, he released her hand and moved to kneel behind her. "On your knees, Elli," he whispered, his voice cold. She was on all fours, her smooth, bare ass inches from his thick shaft, immediately. He could see the girl's lust in the excited, needy look she cast back at him, a look that begged him to fuck her. Taking a firm grip on her waist, he slowly, easily pressed his cock into her slick, willing cunt. Orinn hissed as he felt her pussy tighten about him, and heard the girl moan with need. In seconds he was moving purposefully, using full, deep thrusts, pulling back on her waist to penetrate as deeply into the slight maid as he could. Meanwhile, Elli's hips rocked back, grinding, when she felt his thick shaft fill her, wanting to give this man her very soul.
The elf moved one hand from where he was holding her, sliding it down over burning, silky flesh to rest at the base of Elli's spine. Then, repositioning his thumb, he pressed firmly against the girl's anus. Elli cried out, never having anyone touch her like that before and amazed at the sensations it sent rolling through her. She felt every delicate touch as his thumb played over the puckered opening. She bucked back harder, giving in to the man's demands once more, willing to let him use her as he wished.
Orinn, pounding hard into the girl's sopping snatch, obliged. While never slowing in his steady fucking, he used the girl's own copious, slick moisture to lubricate his finger before he penetrated her ass. Elli wailed softly, pounding back hard, attempting to impale herself on Orinn's probes. Soon after his finger entered the girl's virgin ass, he felt it tighten, then the ripples of her orgasm spasming through her vagina as well. Elli muffled her cries, face buried in the bed sheets, unable to move while her supple young body was racked by wave after orgasmic wave. When she finally recovered, the sweaty bed-sheets balled in her clenched fists and her breath coming in ragged gasps, the elf knelt near her, his ready cock, glistening with her inner juices, only inches from her face.
"That's right, girl, taste yourself. Clean my cock before I fuck you again." Elli's eyes widened. Over-riding her initial hesitation, she tentatively leaned forward. She was his, she knew it, and he held her life in his hands. Her parted lips closed on Orinn's cock. As the sweet taste of her pussy filled her mouth, she was surprised that it was not unpleasant at all. Elli's juices were gone soon though, her mouth and tongue working hard to please the assassin. "Damn, girl, that's right. I like the way your head bobs when you suck my cock." Hearing him, the maid felt a rush of pride. She was pleasing him. The elf admired the way the young maid's pale blonde hair shrouded her face as she serviced him, gently swaying with her movements. Orinn ran his hand down the maid's back, tracing gently along her flushed skin, finally cupping her bottom. With a firm squeeze, he once more pulled away from the girl. He was close to cumming, but her wanted to fuck her again first.
"On your back, girl. Let me see your wet pussy."
The maid twisted about, spreading her slim legs wide for the man before her. With a focused look on his face, Orinn fingered her gently, slipping one, then two fingers into her hole, while occasionally teasing her swollen clit. Almost involuntarily, Elli's hips bucked in response. How she wanted him to fuck her again, filling her, taking her!
Finally, Orinn stopped playing with Elli's twat and positioned himself between her legs. He cupped his hands under her knees, pressing her legs up and exposing her gleaming, damp cunt, gaping and ready. With another quick thrust, he buried his cock in her warm, moist slit, pressing forward, resting his weight against her thighs.
Finally releasing her legs, Orinn let his full weight rest on the girl, his smooth thrusts never slowing. The maid twined her legs around the assassin's, attempting to use them to force even more of the man into her. Hearing his hoarse breathing rasping in her ear, knowing she was pleasing this man, had her quivering body once more on the edge of orgasm.
Orinn drove into the maid, giving in to his need to take this girl fully. He gripped her tightly, arm wrapped about her shoulder, forcing into her. His other hand closed tightly on her soft tit once more, rolling the engorged nipple painfully between his fingers. After a short while Elli surrendered to her arousal once more, she couldn't handle the multiple stimuli. Legs wrapped about his hips, the maid keened softly, her body shaking with her release. Orinn didn't notice.
He fucked her until he felt the pressure building in his balls. Then, thrusting even harder, he shot his cum deep within her. After pumping his burning jism into the girl he collapsed to the bed, coming to rest by the girl's side. Elli moved to cuddle under his arm, where she promptly fell asleep.
Orinn lay awake for a bit, breathing hard, feeling the afterglow of sex wash over him. The maid was good at more than thieving. He'd remember her, and he knew that he'd be staying at this inn for the duration of his stay in Daggerfall!
The day dawned wet and rainy, and Orinn had just about had his fill of being soaked to the bone. The elf had been up and about at first light, having much to do this day. He'd left the delicate little blonde curled in his bed, sleeping contentedly. She would likely have much explaining to do when her masters discovered her failure, but Orinn had a feeling the girl would be just fine. There was a fire in that one.
His first stop that day had been at Alymbir's Gems, a relatively poor shop, located near the northern gate. He was supposed to meet his first contact there, a woman by the name of Cora Crestwick. She would have a bit more information as to just what he was supposed to accomplish in this gods-forsaken country.
It turned out that Miss Crestwick was more than a contact, she was the head of a small group of 'heroes' that had the support of the Emperor. According to the missive she gave him, he was to aid her little band, performing certain tasks that would be difficult or even impossible for the full-time members. Orinn walked out of the shop fuming at the idiocy of people, particularly those that wore heavy crowns. The emperor had sent him here as a hired thug! He would do as he had been asked, but he would find time for his own efforts as well. Profit and fame would be his, he was sure; even if he had to play hired killer for a bunch of 'heroes' every now and then. Cora, a beautiful young mage from the town of Chrissof's Hold, near the border of Anticlear, hadn't had any immediate assignments for him, but said she would be able to contact him when he was needed. Until then, he was on his own. Wonderful.
He spent a good portion of the rest of the day browsing shops, looking for items that might come in handy, but none of the items matched the quality of his current gear. Finally becoming bored with this, he headed for the Dragon Chantry, where he would at least be able to fill his free time with a small job or two.
He was still a couple blocks from the Knights of the Dragon headquarters when he caught a fleeting glimpse of the beautiful Cora. She was moving furtively along a side street, and it was simply luck that he caught sight of her. He watched curiously as she nervously glanced about, finally slipping through the door of a plain two-story house halfway up the alley. Orrin, thinking it would be prudent to learn more of his lovely contact, slipped down the shadowed lane and tried the door. Locked.
Quickly scanning the street, the assassin pulled out a set of picks and quickly had the door jimmied. He slipped through without a sound, shutting the door behind him while readying his dagger. If he were caught here, there would be hell to pay, he was sure.
The entry was shabby, the place obviously neglected. What would an elegant young mage find of interest in such a hole? Stepping softly down the hall, reaching out with all of his senses for any hint that he might soon be discovered, the elf methodically began to explore the place.
The first floor was empty; containing nothing more than worn and broken scraps that had likely lain about for a number of years. After verifying this, the assassin started up the rickety stairs. It took all of his skill to mount them without a sound. At the top, three doors greeted him, one to his front, the others to either side. Picking randomly, he slipped through the left-hand door.
Someone was obviously living here. Simple but well-constructed furniture decorated the place, and a case full of books, scrolls and such was against one wall. An obviously expensive rug covered the wood floor. An oil lamp, unlit, rested on a small table next to a comfortable-looking chair. Two paintings, both, to Orinn's trained eye, reasonably valuable, decorated the walls. A thick tome also rested on the table. Mildly curious, Orinn read the title. 'Vampire Clans of Tamriel, Volume IV, by Gerhart Wittington'
Vampires? The elf's heart thumped in his chest. Oh, wonderful. Then he remembered; it was still full light out. He still had plenty of time to slip from the old home and get to a nearby inn before the ghouls started to come out that evening. Moving even more cautiously than he had until then, the assassin continued his explorations. There was no other exit from the room, so he returned to the top of the stair and tried the center door.
He found himself on a second floor balcony, only ten feet from the street below. For a brief second, the assassin thought about simply dropping to the ground and forgetting about this place. Curiosity tugged at him though. What was Cora doing here? Was she working for someone that spent their free time hunting vampires? Gods, was she working for an actual vampire? Curiosity won out. Ah well, he thought, another way out at least. He re-entered and tried the final door.
Slipping quickly into the shadows, Orrin tried to make himself invisible, for this last room was occupied. Cora, head bowed, was kneeling submissively in the center of the room. Luckily, she faced away from the door, and had not seen him enter. The elf could not tell why she waited there, or for whom. He settled into the shadows, content to wait and discover what was happening here.
Once hidden, the assassin examined the room. A large stone fireplace occupied one wall, unlit in spite of the cold and damp. There were a couple tapestries decorating the walls, as well as one boarded up window, and a small cot was pushed into one corner. A door leading into yet another room occupied the wall across from Cora, and she seemed to be waiting for someone to appear there.
Orinn waited patiently, admiring the beautiful Cora's self-discipline. She hardly shifted her position at all, though over an hour had passed since the elf had slipped into the room. With a small bit of chagrin, Orinn watched the light fade from between the boards of the blocked window. Night had fallen; he was stuck here until morning, unless he wished to risk the wraiths haunting the streets.
Suddenly, with no warning, the door Cora had been kneeling before slammed open, and Cora immediately dropped her head, prostrating herself before whoever was about to enter. Orinn found himself trying to gather the shadows about him.
Then a woman appeared in the door, a woman of grace, beauty and overwhelming confidence. Orinn felt a strong physical attraction to the beauty, and watched her avidly as she glided into the room to stand before the still-kneeling Cora.
"Rise, girl, and tell me your news." The voice sounded soft and sultry, but there was a power to it, a power that pulled at Orinn's mind. He concentrated, focusing his will, straining to resist the creature's power. Whatever this beautiful woman was, she wasn't human!
Cora scrambled to her feet, but kept her head bowed. Quickly, Orinn's contact passed on the gossip and secrets of the town. Orinn couldn't tell if what she was saying was accurate or not, but he knew Cora believed it was. Finally, she told of Orinn's arrival and of his reluctance to serve as a hired thug for Cora's gang.
The creature reached out, stroking her fingers, fingers tipped with evil-looking nails, down the side of Cora's face. The girl shuddered at the touch, but did not pull away. "Very well. Tomorrow, bring this gallant assassin to me. I will convince him to aid in our ventures. Soon we will be ready to strike at those in power. Soon I will claim control of this pitiful city, and use those sorry nobles as cattle." The creature, radiating an evil that Orinn had never felt before, smiled softly.
The elf flinched. The woman's smile revealed her sharply pointed fangs, the mark of a vampire. Oh, damn, Orinn thought, why me. The elf would have gladly faced a captain of the Emperor's guard; no, two captains, rather than have to face one of these undead. He stayed quiet, still undiscovered in his shadowy corner.
"Now, little one, now I will use you, and you will know the ultimate in pleasure!" The creature took both of Cora's hands in her own and pulled the unresisting girl into the other room.
The elf slipped silently across the room and managed to get a view of the other room, without being seen. Within, a fairly large bed dominated the center of the floor. The one window had been boarded over like the one in the first room, and heavy drapes had been added on top of that, allowing not the slightest sliver of sunlight to enter. An oil lamp hung from an old iron bracket on the far wall, it's light faint but sufficient to easily illuminate the room. As he watched, the vampire turned the young mage about and swiftly and efficiently removed the girl's clothing, tossing each article into the corner as she removed it.
Orinn saw that he'd been right. Cora was an exceptional woman, with long blonde hair that framed her heart-shaped face. Her taut body was toned and shapely, the swell of her hips complementing her firm belly. Her breasts, large and firm, were perfectly formed and capped with dark areolae. The thick patch of dark, almost black hair between her thighs captured Orinn's eyes as if by magic. She was well worth watching, and the assassin counted himself fortunate to be seeing her like this!
The female vampire must have admired the girl as well, for instead of sinking her fangs into Cora's neck, she moved behind her and pulled the girl close. Purring with pleasure, the vampire firmly ran her demanding hands up over the brunette's luscious curves. Powerful fingers closed on the impressive orbs of Cora's bosom, and the girl gasped, pressing back into the creature. From where he watched, the elf could see the flush of arousal color Cora's skin.
Cora moaned softly when the vampire mistress' fingers worked down her body to urgently delve between the girl's legs. Orinn watched, captivated, as Cora's knees almost buckled. Her breathing was coming in gasps. Orinn watched, feeling his own excitement growing, while the vampire systematically found and aroused her victim's erogenous zones.
Then, when the elf could see that the luscious young mage was right on the verge of giving into the pleasure and orgasming, the vampire picked her up, effortlessly, and placed her on the bed. Then, with the same sure movements she'd used earlier, the creature removed her own clothes. Orinn almost whistled out loud. Where Cora was beautiful, this woman was stunning! Her breasts, not quite as large as Cora's, jutted aggressively forward, capped with dark, fully erect, hard nipples that demanded attention from all that saw them. Her body was thin, muscular, and perfect. She moved like a cat, a cat preparing to pounce. Her thick, lustrous hair, the color of cherry wood, rested about her pale shoulders. Where Cora was flushed with excitement, the only sign of the vampire's desire was the hard glitter in her eyes. Her skin had the color of alabaster, almost purely white. And yet, Orinn had never seen such an erotic creature!
With a controlled, graceful movement, the vampire curled herself close against her willing victim. She trailed one of her hands over Cora's bare breasts, scraping her iron-hard nails lightly across Cora's ruddy skin. Eventually, the vampire mistress once again found the girl's mons. With a groan, Cora spread her thighs, exposing her soft inner folds, giving her mistress full access to her hot sex. "Very good, girl," the vampire whispered. "You will truly enjoy this, I'm sure." Orinn watched avidly while the dominant woman fingered the living woman's vagina and then watched her sink two fingers deep within the girl's delicate petals of desire. Cora cried out, arching her back while her mistress' cold fingers filled her burning slit.
"Please mistress Varina, please!" the girl begged, her hips bucking against the vampire's sure touch, clinging hard to the mussed linen of the bed. The beautiful vampire, Varina, smiled cruelly, and bent over the girl, her tongue flicking teasingly over Cora's stiffened, painfully sensitive nipples. She took one of the swollen buds into her mouth, playfully nipping at it, but never breaking the skin with her needle-like fangs.
Then, the vampire, planting little kisses and nips all along the way, inched lower, molding her body against her lover, her victim, her slave. Finally, she was positioned so that her playful, flicking tongue was within reach of her eager servant's glistening, swollen clit. Her eyes glittered with lust and need while she tongue-lashed Cora's little nubbin, sending the girl into spasms of ecstasy. "I'm cumming mistress, Oh, I'M CUMMING!" she cried, straining and gasping, her hips bucking wildly.
Then, in the midst of the girl's orgasmic throes, Varina bared her fangs, snarled triumphantly and, with a vicious snap, sank them into the girl's inner thigh, less than an inch from her dripping vaginal hole, finding and piercing the thick vein there. Cora, already lost in her orgasm, was suddenly lost in a roiling sea of pain and unbearable pleasure. She shrieked as the power of her orgasm was redoubled, twisting about in senseless spasms of ecstasy. When the vampire-induced ecstasy finally subsided, she continued to cry out softly with every powerful suck the vampire made. Her breathing was coming in stuttering gasps, but they were gasps of almost unbearable pleasure.
With wide eyes, Orinn watched his lovely contact shudder through another orgasm while the vampire fed. He could see the cruel look of pleasure Varina wore as well. She was letting very little of the girl's blood escape, with only a small trickle running from the corner of her mouth, trailing down Cora's suddenly pale inner thigh to mix with the girl's inner juices, slightly staining the soft sheets of the bed.
Finally, the sensuous Varina finished her feeding, lightly running her tongue over the punctures to close the gory wounds. Cora was still alive, though she'd suffered some, but would recover in a week or so. She lay sprawled, her breasts rising and falling steadily. During the vampire's feeding, the girl had clutched her breasts tightly and had pulled hard on her nipples. Now she teased them lightly, lying with her eyes closed, savoring some sort of vampiric afterglow. Her mistress, her skin ruddy now as she absorbed Cora's lifeblood, stretched luxuriantly and then slipped onto the bed, curling up against her servant, stroking her softly and purring in her ear.
Orinn backed away. With stealthy movements he let himself out of the room and slipped out the balcony door. He couldn't stay in that house all night with an alert vampire; he'd rather face the wraiths! He slipped over the balcony and dropped silently to the street, then ran for the inn at the corner of the block. He almost made it before a wraith rose before him. Prepared, the assassin slashed out with his dwarven sabre and then ducked under the undead thing's return strike. He slipped past and sprinted for the inn, aware that the creature was pursuing, right behind him. He felt it's cold claws tearing at his cloak as he slammed through the inn's door, shoving it closed behind him and leaning against it, breathing heavily.
After a second he looked up and found himself the center of attention for the sparsely occupied tap-room. He grinned sheepishly, then said lightly, "What a night."
The burly man at the bar snorted. Foolish adventurers, always trying to get themselves killed.
Orinn pulled himself out of a sound sleep sometime after the sun cleared the horizon. Even then, contrary to his usual routine, he lay in the bed he'd been given for the night, luxuriating in its cozy warmth. Much of his unaccustomed laziness, he knew, was due to the fact that he dreaded facing Cora again, and more importantly, Cora's toothy mistress. Trying to shut out the growing light from the window by pulling his pillow over his head, the High Elf rolled over.
He sighed. It was no use. Every time he closed his eyes he pictured the vampire's fangs pressing against, then piercing, Cora's inner thigh, or watched once again as it lightly raked its claws down it's submissive thrall's belly. Throwing off the warm covers, Orinn swung his legs out of bed and groped for his leathers. He'd have to prepare himself for the night to come, or he wouldn't be enjoying a lazy morning again, ever.
Settling his gear comfortably about him, the ruggedly handsome assassin strode confidently out of the room, its cozy warmth a sanctuary no longer. He descended the stairs lightly and passed through the common room, nodding to the tired young maid behind the bar. Stepping out into the brisk spring air, Orinn breathed deep, enjoying for the first time in over a month the sharp, salty tang of the sea. If he lived through the night, he thought, he'd never again think badly of the sailors that worked the waves. They were smart enough to avoid vampires, weren't they?
Orinn used the day to prepare himself; purchasing a couple items he thought might aid him. By noon, he stood in front of the dour, imposing structure that housed the city's Mage Guild. He had a little talent for spells, though most of the one's he knew would be of little use against the likes of Mistress Varina. Still, he might regret not having a bit of extra magic about him, so he pulled the massive ironbound door open and stepped within.
In one corner of the great entry hall, a wizened old gnome of a man hunched over a huge, leather-bound tome. At the sound of Orinn's entry, the old man glanced up, bushy brows wriggling together in what Orinn supposed was an attempt at a scowl. With a harsh, grating voice, the man asked, "What 'ave you, then," and sent his eyebrows wriggling once more.
"I'm here for some training, I need a little work on my destruction magic." True enough, a good flame spell would be nice to have when facing a vampire, he thought. He'd have to see what the guild had available in that area.
The old man pulled himself to his feet, adjusting the surprisingly fine robe he wore, and stumped up to Orinn. He glared up with one eye, while squinting the other closed, and sniffed derisively. "Ya, you've got some talent. You ken join the guild, I 'spose." The rickety old mage turned and shuffled back to his desk. Once he was seated, his eyebrows rolled about once more. "Well," he growled, "go on then, top of the third stair to the right, Lustra ken give yer some training, much good that'll do." Dismissing Orinn completely, the old codger hunched once more over his book.
The assassin blinked. "Er, thanks," he said; the man didn't respond, didn't acknowledge him in any way. "Third stair to the right… His right, or mine?" Orinn turned and headed off, trying to find the training room.
After walking in on the Master Artificer and interrupting, with somewhat disastrous results, a Daedra summoner, Orinn finally stumbled upon the right room, on the first floor, all the way in the back of the building. He was muttering, "top of the stairs, my ass," when he entered the training facility, only to find it empty.
With a sigh, the High Elf settled himself into one of the high-backed wooden chairs that were scattered about the room, positioning it to give him a view of the door. He'd just have to wait.
He'd been cooling his heels for upwards of half an hour when the Training Instructor breezed into the room. She was a little thing, barely topping five feet. Her slight frame hardly seemed capable of containing so much raw power. She had her thick mass of honey blonde hair secured in a loose ponytail and she wore tight form-fitting black leggings and a colorful, baggy orange blouse that did an all too thorough job of covering whatever charms the petite woman had beneath. The stirring in his groin didn't surprise him in the least.
It was almost another minute before she noticed Orinn slouched in his chair, and the assassin took every second of that time to observe the lovely mage's movements.
"Oh, sorry," she said, setting a spellbook down on one of the bookshelves scattered about the room, "I didn't see you there." She wiped her hands down her thighs, an unconscious gesture that Orinn thought was thoroughly alluring. "I'm called Lustra," she continued, "what can I do for you?"
"Perfectly alright," he said, rising and sketching a quick bow. "I've come for a little training. It seems I'll be fighting vampires in the near future, and thought a little magical augmentation might be called for," he grinned, pretending to jest, but the strain around his eyes hinted that he might not be exaggerating, and the observant mage didn't miss the sign.
"Vampires, hmm? Let's see…" Catching up one of the many books that littered the room, the mage flipped quickly through it, then grabbed another. "I don't suppose you know which clan you'll be facing?" she asked, never slowing her search.
He shrugged. "Sorry, I didn't ask. She's pretty intense though, and very, um…" Orinn was surprised at how hesitant he was at mentioning Mistress Varina's distinguishing features. He rushed through it quickly though, and saw the first spark of real interest in the petite woman's eyes.
"You say she bit her servant on the inner thigh? Was there any," she blushed slightly, "was there any, um, sexual tension?"
"Oh, yes."
"You saw the whole sequence?" Lustra seemed absolutely fascinated. "I've heard of the Erossian Vampires before, but if you aren't prepared there's very little you can do against them." She closed the book she been scanning. "I did hear one rumor that claimed the Erossians were more susceptible to charms than other vampires. It's said that when they gained their seductive powers, they opened themselves up to enchantment magic." She smiled softly at Orinn, and he noticed just how beautiful her large brown, gold-flecked eyes were. "I don't know if this might help you though. Can you manage charms to any degree?"
"I can cast a few, but none of them are very powerful. Can you teach me any?" Orinn looked intently at the petite woman. If she couldn't help, he knew he'd have to leave Daggerfall quickly.
Lustra nibbled on her lip, quite fetchingly, Orinn thought. "Well, I don't think I can teach you anything today that might be of use, but," she stepped over to one of the charts on the wall, scanning down it quickly, finally tapping a line near the bottom. "We do have a little something that will let you ward off the vampire's charms, and that should allow you to function normally." She flipped her thick ponytail over her far shoulder and told him directly, "you'll have to earn it though, I can't simply be giving away the Guild's magical treasures."
Orinn shrugged, not daunted in the least. "What'll I have to do?"
"Well, you can go ask Arnie out front for a job; the guild always has something that needs doing…or you can…," she hesitated briefly, as if she felt awkward about offering the elf a personal job. "Well, I'll be working on a spell tonight, a summoning that I've been researching. It's very dangerous, and I'll need to be undisturbed for a good three hours, starting at midnight. If you can put off facing the vampire until tomorrow, you'll be earning the warding stone and doing me a favor at the same time." Lustra looked at the floor, unwilling to meet Orinn's gaze for some reason. "Are you willing?"
"If it gets me something that'll defeat the vampire's charms, I'll do it. As for putting off facing the thing, gods! If I thought I could get away with it, I'd never face her." He shrugged. "If I wish to stay in Daggerfall though, and I do, then eventually we'll meet." Sooner rather than later, he thought, judging from what he'd overheard.
Lustra waved one delicate hand, dismissing his worries. "That's not a problem at the moment, for even a vampire can't penetrate the guild. You can stay here until this evening. In the morning, you'll be ready to face whatever she can throw at you."&
"So be it then."
The rest of the day passed quickly. Orinn had little to do, so he spent the time perusing some of the librams that were scattered throughout the vast guildhall. A lad of little more than twelve came around at dusk and lit the few torches that lined the entry hall, where Orinn was currently reading at a table only two back from the cranky old man he'd met when he'd arrived. The old coot hadn't seemed to move from that spot all day, and seemed determined to spend the night there as well. His only concession to the deepening gloom was to fire up the battered old oil lamp that hung from the column his rickety table rested against.
Finally, the lad that had lit the torches returned. "Sir, Lady Lustra requests your presence in her chambers. If you follow me, I'll take you there."
Orinn shut the tome he'd been trying to decipher with little success. As he rose, he said, "My thanks lad, lead the way."
Lustra's suite of rooms was down a long hall and through yet another library, hidden in one of the far off corners of the Guild Hall. Orinn's young guide explained that all of the instructors, as well as some of the more senior members of the Guild, were provided rooms here, since they were likely to be spending the majority of their time within the walls anyway.
As the boy showed Orinn into Lustra's study, the lady herself was gathering up the last of the materials she needed for the evening. The assassin stepped forward to assist, relieving her of a couple of the heavy books. "Don't lose the place markers, it'll take forever to find the right passages if you do." She handed a batch of candles to the youngster. "Thank you, Issian."
Lustra led the way to the summoning chamber. Orinn couldn't help but notice the way that the voluminous black and gold robes she now wore swayed about her, doing their best to conceal her feminine curves. In his modest opinion, it was doing an all too efficient job. The lady mage led the way back to the entry hall, leading her little troop past Arnie once more, who barely acknowledged their presence.
Finally, they entered the summoning chamber. To Orinn's vast amusement, it was the chamber at the top of the third stair to the right, the same room in which he'd interrupted the Daedra summoner earlier that day. He snickered.
Orinn watched as Lustra prepared for some summoning of her own. With the eager though solemn help of the young page, she set about readying the room. First, she thoroughly examined the silver and iron summoning circle inlaid in the chamber's floor. Next, she positioned a number of candles, seemingly at random around the room. Orinn could not see any rhyme or reason for the positions she chose. Finally, she gathered the remnants together and placed them carefully, along with the books the elf had helped her with, on a small shelf to the right of the chamber's heavy oaken door. With a nod, she sent the boy from the room and absently smoothed her robes with the same unconscious gesture Orinn had noted earlier that day.
"I'm glad you agreed to watch me, Orinn," the lady stated, once she had everything settled to her liking. "Your tasks tonight are twofold. First, I'll need you to keep anyone that happens to show up from bothering me. Once I enter my trance, interruptions will likely be, well, catastrophic." She looked down, then quickly back, her gold-flecked eyes seemingly troubled. "If I lose control of the spell though, you'll have to keep me from doing something foolish. I can't say for sure what might happen, but the last mage that failed at this spell tried to murder everyone in the building. Please, if I should suddenly attack you, subdue me quickly and follow the directions in the larger red book to bring me back." She glanced toward the stand where said book lay. "Either way, whether I'm successful or not, you'll earn the Warding Stone. Understand?"
"Of course." Orinn threw the bolt on the door, securing it, then leaned casually against the wall. Lustra had said that the full spell would take about three hours. He'd have little difficulty subduing the girl if she tried to attack him, so he wasn't worried on that front. Hopefully, this Warding Stone Lustra was talking about would put him on an even footing with the vampire. If he didn't have to worry about her magical charms, he was sure he could take her with his blades.
Orinn watched Lustra methodically prepare for the endeavor she was about to attempt. The technical details did not interest him at all; casting such a spell was well beyond his meager skills, and always would be. He was more interested in the play of the petite woman's robes as they pulled tantalizingly against her curves while she knelt before the silver-and-iron summoning circle. He couldn't resist trying to picture the comely mage without those voluminous robes.
The elven assassin entertained himself with these lascivious thoughts for a while, before beginning once more to dwell on the monster he would likely be facing the very next night. It was the unsettling tightening in the air; a mystical pressure that was building steadily, that returned his attention to the kneeling blonde in the center of the room.
Lustra's eyes were firmly closed as she ruthlessly focused her concentration on the spell. She was slowly weaving her hands through subtly intricate gestures in the air before her, coaxing more and more power into existence while murmuring softly under her breath. Ever so slowly, a roiling cloud of wispy vapor formed within the magic circle, with every passing minute growing a bit darker and seemingly more substantial. It soon started to pulse with a throbbing, almost painful thrum, making Orinn wince.
Hissing sibilantly, Lustra now whipped her arms frantically through the air, fingers flying though their fluttering dance. Sweat streamed freely down her face, darkening the close collar of her robes. Her breath came in short gasps. To Orinn it seemed as if she were on the verge of collapse, her energies spent in trying to keep control of the floating nothing within the silver circle.
When it happened, Orinn barely had time to register it. One second, Lustra's frantic form was practically screaming words that the assassin could still not quite grasp the meaning of. In the next, he saw the edge of the girl's robe shift ever so slightly, disturbed by her extreme flailing, for an instant only passing beyond the circle's restraining boundary.
With a sudden, almost painful implosion of sound, the writhing, agitated black cloud shot though the boundary, catching Lustra full in the face. The blonde jerked back, slamming painfully to the floor, eyes now wide and staring as she futilely attempted to ward off the thing which was even now flowing swiftly into her silently screaming mouth, disappearing up her flaring nostrils. In moments, the mage, her wide-eyed startled expression never changing, was lying alone on the floor, body twitching uncontrollably.
As Orinn rushed to her side, Lustra breathed deep, a great heaving sigh of release, then limply collapsed, her eyes rolling up into her head, her limbs sprawled across the floor. Orinn dropped to his knees, swearing under his breath, and ever so gently pulled the girl's limp form into a sitting position, propping her against him as he struggled to think of something, anything, that might help. "Damn it, what in the hells happened!"
The lady had said he would find what he needed in the big red book, he remembered, cradling Lustra's head for a second before gently laying her down and rushing over to the shelf by the door. He'd hardly had a chance to open it, though, didn't have a chance to begin hunting through the book for answers, before he heard the swish of Lustra's heavy robes against the cold stone of the floor. He quickly glanced over his shoulder, then froze.
The lady was standing; her small form crouched low. Stray wisps of golden hair floated wildly about her head, pulled free during the frenetic movements of the summoning and its violent ending, though for the most part her braid was still intact. Orinn wasn't concerned about her hair though. Her hair was the least of his worries. Lustra's face, so sweet and dainty only a short time before, was now twisted into a mask of cold, inhuman rage. Even that wouldn't have been so bad, but the girl's eyes, such a lovely brown with the beautiful golden highlights that he had admired earlier, had become bottomless pools of inky, glistening blackness.
With a hissing screech, the thing that had been Lustra sprang forward, slashing at Orinn with fingers curled into savage claws. Tumbling low, the elven assassin easily avoided the girl's rush. He wasn't prepared for how amazingly fast she'd become though, and barely avoided her follow-up strike. As it was, Lustra's fingernails, as ebon-hued now as her eyes, caught hold of a fold in his armor and tore a gaping hole in it, sending the elf across the room.
"Damn me to hell," he mumbled as he quickly scanned the damage the girl had caused. The rent in his armor left his side exposed to any following attacks. He'd have to be careful. He was able to avoid the next headlong attack and the now-expected follow-up, but it wasn't easy. By the time he sank into a battle crouch, dagger held low, Lustra was rushing once more upon him.
This time, Orinn blocked her, slipping within her reach and warding her off with a raised arm. Before the girl could whip her other hand in, he slammed into her, his knee smashing into her solar plexus, hard.
Whatever possessed her, it seemed it still had to breathe. With an explosive gasp, Lustra dropped to her knees, mouth gaping, trying to draw air into her paralyzed lungs. Using the precious seconds he'd just gained, Orinn hit the girl behind the ear with the hilt of his dagger, knocking her cold. Hopefully, she'd be out long enough for him to find out how to cure her. Quickly and surely, Orinn yanked off the sash of Lustra's robe and securely tied her hands behind her. He wasn't confident the bonds would hold, but it was the best he could do.
Once reasonably sure she was subdued, Orinn recovered the red book, which had been knocked to the floor during Lustra's first attack, and flipped to the first mark. Not a damn thing that had anything to do with summoning! What the hell?
He finally found the right mark, near the middle of the book. Daedra Yllisn, 'the Whispering Fury.' Well, it had the fury part right, he thought. Habits…powers…summoning…ah, here it is, possession. Orinn had been absently muttering as he read, something he did only when in a great hurry. Suddenly he stopped and his jaw dropped. "You've got to be shitting me!" He re-read the section on breaking a possession by the Yllisn Daedra, just to make sure. Unbelievable!
Slamming the book shut, he returned to Lustra's side, gently picking her up and cradling her against him. "Lustra, I really hope you knew what I would have to do to break this, because if you wake up from this and didn't, I'll be up the creek." Glancing around, he headed for the door. "I'll be damned if I'm doing it here though."
As he made his way back to Lustra's apartment, he hoped the book was right. According to the text, it seemed that the only way the possession of the Yllisn Daedra, a creature of anger, bitterness and hatred, could be broken was to make it experience pleasure. Sexual stimulation of the host caused the Yllisn agonizing pain, actually subduing it and allowing the host some consciousness. The daedra would actually be destroyed, forced back to its hellish home, if its host experienced pleasure to a degree that resulted in an orgasm. Unbelievable!
Thankfully, old Arnie had finally retired and the Guild entry was deserted. Orinn was able to carry the unconscious mage through the Guild Hall without encountering another soul. He had to struggle to get the door to Lustra's rooms open, but once inside, he let out a sigh of relief. At least he wouldn't have to worry about irate mages hurling spells at him for knocking unconscious one of their own!
He hunted through the attached rooms until he found Lustra's bedchamber. As he entered, he was briefly surprised that it was so feminine, though, he thought absently, it fit Lustra well. The lacy, canopied bed was the centerpiece of the room, while an ornate dressing table with a large mirror, the largest he'd ever seen, stood against the wall across from the door. A thickly padded lounge chair occupied the near corner, and a massive wardrobe stood on the far side of the bed.
The decor barely registered on Orinn; he was too busy with Lustra at the moment. As he tossed the girl to the bed she huffed softly, stirring, beginning to wake up. Orinn hurried, quickly untying the sash and using it to secure one of the girl's wrists to the bedpost. She moaned as he tightened the bond, and stirred a bit more. It wouldn't be long now.
Frantically, he tossed the apartment, trying to find anything that he could use to secure her other arm and her feet. A woolen scarf soon secured Lustra's other wrist, the bell pull from the main room, freed from its mooring by a quick swipe of his dagger, served to bind one ankle, and a strip of linen he cut right off the bed bound the other.
The High Elf finished the last knot not a moment too soon. With a shrill scream of rage, Lustra awoke, thrashing about and immediately attempting to attack, her black orbs wide with hate. She moaned, teeth bared, when her bonds held. Orinn watched, wary, while the possessed woman continued her frantic attempts at breaking free, until finally she gave up. At the last, the thing that had taken control of Lustra turned her head and glared balefully at Orinn, never taking her eyes off of him. It panted slightly, as if it were an eager dog held back by its master's leash, waiting for the least bit of slack before breaking free to attack. Well, Orinn had made sure there wouldn't be any slack.
Moving closer, Orinn sat on the bed next to the bound woman, his cold gaze locked on Lustra's Daedra-fouled one. "Listen close, my friend," he hissed, bending close, while he slid his dagger into position. "Listen close, because I only intend to say this once. You've chosen the wrong time to visit this Plane. It's time you left." With a vicious, but eerily precise, slash, Orinn sundered the front of Lustra's robes, opening a ragged tear from her throat to her navel. With a shrill howl of pure rage, the thing possessing Lustra once again attempted to break free, and once again it was foiled, unable to pull free of Orinn's ties.
The assassin ignored its efforts. He worked quickly and surely, stripping Lustra's clothing off methodically, until the possessed mage, with only shredded and torn remnants at her wrists and ankles, lay bare before him. Using a bit of cloth, the remains of Lustra's now-destroyed blouse, Orinn muffled the creature's cries, ruthlessly stuffing Lustra's mouth to stifle the daedra's protests.
Finally, Orinn looked upon the slim, tiny form before him, and he couldn't deny the building lust the sight aroused within him. Lustra's body, taut as it struggled endlessly to free itself from Orinn's bonds, glistened with a light sheen of sweat. Her small breasts, heaving with every futile effort, were tantalizingly sweet. A narrow waist and shapely hips drew his eye down. Her slim legs, forced apart by the bonds about her ankles, left exposed her most intimate secrets.
The soft muff of Lustra's sex, even jerking about with the daedra's frantic struggles, seemed to call out to him. Orinn's realized his mouth was dry, parched, and it was with a conscious effort that he closed it, for he had been gaping like some young lad in his first whorehouse. Swallowing purposefully, he reached out, lightly stroking the balls of his fingers along Lustra's silky inner thigh.
The response was immediate. The moaning stopped, and Lustra's body went rigid. Orinn glanced up to see that the rage had vanished, replaced with a look of abject terror. The black soulless eyes, however, remained.
Orinn returned to his exploration. According to the book, only with an orgasm would the daedra truly be defeated. How he would bring that about, though…
Once more his fingers trailed along Lustra's inner thigh. Higher and higher he went, slowing only when he'd come to the dark blonde curls covering Lustra's pubis. His fingers, probing softly, explored the helpless woman's sex, slipping along the delicate folds, tracing her lower lips, lightly rolling her soft, warm clit.
With yet another muffled scream, the possessed woman spasmed wildly, doing everything in her power to dissuade this unwanted attention. Orinn, with a look of annoyance, pressed down on her hip, using his body to hold the girl still. Once more, eagerly, he began his exploration.
Fingering Lustra's clit brought more wails of anguish, which he of course ignored. Slipping a finger lower, he probed the bound mage's vaginal hole, lightly stroking her gaping inner lips as he did so. He was close to her sex now, his face only inches away as he was forced to hold her down, and he could smell her salty musk. Shifting slightly, he flicked out his tongue to find her clit once more.
The struggles returned, though not as intense as before. Noting this, Orinn assumed the pleasure he was giving Lustra was breaking through the daedra's hold at last. It was not long before he had evidence of this, for his probing fingers were shortly coated with Lustra's own sweet dew. He continued to service her puss, continuously licking and gently sucking on her clit, while his fingers worked their way within her sensitive folds, pressing ever further.
Feeling her hips buck once more, but in time to his ministrations this time, Orinn shifted about, climbing between the girl's no longer struggling legs, never slacking in his work. From here, he could glance up, to see that the black filling Lustra's eyes was no longer there, but instead her own gold-flecked brown eyes stared back. He almost paused, but the fear that erupted across her face prompted him to continue.
Orinn continued his tongue-lashing for what seemed like hours, but finally, with a muffled, squealing groan, Lustra's bound body convulsed, the orgasm tearing through her soul to destroy the evil taint of the daedra. Kneeling back between Lustra's slick thighs, Orinn watched as the smoky sign of the daedra's physical presence spouted from the mage's nose, it's thin wisps only a fraction of what had entered. Those beautiful golden-brown eyes stared up at him, tear-filled and grateful all at once.
With a quick yank, Orinn pulled the gag free. "Easy now, just rest. I'll have you untied in a second." She nodded, sobbing softly. True to his word, Orinn had the bonds removed quickly, then retrieved a down blanket from where he'd tossed it to the floor in his first frantic search of the apartment. He gently covered the still nude blonde, concern etched on his face.
"Orinn, I-"
Orinn shook his head. "Get some rest. In the morning everything will be better." He turned to leave the room, darkening the lantern before stepping to the door.
Still sobbing softly, Lustra called out in anguish, "Don't leave me!" Sitting up, clutching tight to the thick blanket, she added, "please, will you…will you stay with… with me?" Tears glistened in her eyes.
Orinn paused, thunderstruck. "I really don't think-"
Lustra's wail stopped him. The girl pleaded, "I don't want to be alone tonight, please!"
Nodding reluctantly, for he did not want to give the wrong impression, he moved to the bed, pulling off his sundered armor and removing his boots. Setting his gear near the foot of the bed, he slipped beneath the thick blankets, still wearing his tunic and trousers.
Lustra didn't seem to mind. Clutching him tightly, she curled up close against him, her warm flesh pressing tight, molding to his body. She nestled her head into Orinn's shoulder, oblivious to the pained expression on his face. Orinn felt every shift of her nude body. Shortly, he was well aware that if she shifted a bit too far, she'd find that he was not sleeping, but was oh so very wide awake!
Inevitably, it seemed, Lustra made that discovery. Her leg came up, crossing Orinn's hips, pressing her thigh against his groin. He almost groaned at the pressure.
"Orinn, please, get undressed?" Lustra shifted her leg once more, using it to stroke his manhood. "You've saved my life tonight, have seen everything I have to offer. Am I so horrible that you wish to spurn me? Do I seem tainted by the daedra's foul touch?" The catch in her voice was unmistakable.
Orinn, his wholly uncharacteristic chivalry destroyed with Lustra's query, soon found himself wrapped in the arms of the beautiful Lustra. It was nearly dawn before the two finally fell asleep, still entwined.