Animal Urges - Chapter XIII

Chapter XIII -- Bliss

Our adventures took us to Fort Dawnguard, the seat of an old faction of vampire hunters that was reforming. Their leader, Isran, engaged us; perhaps needless to say, I found it more than a little ironic - not to mention discomfiting - to find myself hunting what were essentially inhuman beasts. For the nonce, however, I did not have to make any commitment; we would initially travel to Dimhollow Crypt to follow up reports of vampires seeking something therein.

What they were looking for turned out to be one of their kin, a vampiress named Serana. After we slew a senior vampire and his minions, whom had tortured and killed a Vigilant of Stendarr - another vampire-hunter sect - we found and released her from what appeared to be some kind of long slumber. She seemed disoriented, and did not attack us, so we forbore as well. After some initial difficulty communicating, she apparently discovered what language we spoke, and with a strange accent demanded that we take her home - wherever that was. She otherwise refused to answer questions about herself - nor regarding the Elder Scroll strapped to her back. We only gleaned that she had had a falling out with her family quite some time ago, and was unsure of her reception once she did reach home.

I decided to escort her without Vilja or Borgakh, only Aela. I had several reasons for doing so, although at the time I told myself it was to protect my friends from her; Vilja had even commented about the way Serana looked at her, 'as if she wonted to bite me'. Yet, I admit I had ulterior motives: Serana, presumably being 'undead' and otherwise not human, was I able to I have sex with her? I could not resist finding out, and what might betide between Serana, Aela, and I. Thus, I left Vilja with Lydia at Breezehome in Whiterun, ostensibly to look after my adopted street urchins, now numbering two.

Aela immediately suspected my intent. "What do you think you're up to?" she demanded as the three of us exited Breezehome.

"What do you mean?" I countered, attempting innocence.

"You know exactly what I mean."

I stopped in the street, faced her, gauntleted arms folded. "Serana, would you wait for us a moment?"

"Very well." Aught but the vampire's orange-red eyes were visible inside her dark hood, pulled up against the rising sun. "But do not think to leave me here."

Once more, my curiosity twitched; why did she seem so ready to let us lead her around, dependent yet so resentful at the same time? Nonetheless, it was something else that piqued my inquisitiveness just now.

I turned up the street, motioned with my head for Aela to follow. "Are you not curious?" I was beginning to quiver.

"No, and nor should you be." The Huntress' cerulean eyes flashed (had they not been green?).

"Why not? She is no human."

"That's exactly why not. At least we are alive. Vampires are an abomination."

I snorted. "And we are not?"

"Is that what you think?" She halted, glared away a passerby. "That we are nothing but monsters - no better than vampires?"

"I... am not sure. I wish to experience... everything. While I can."

"While you can?" She studied me intently. "You mean to take the cure, then."

"I... do not know. But that is why I want to try... things."

She grinned wolfishly. "By 'things' you mean her."

I felt myself blush, was grateful for my dark skin.

"Are you sure she will be interested?" Aela teased.

I shrugged. "We have a journey of some leagues ahead of us." I tried not to sound too expectant.

Aela laughed. "Serana, come here."

My eyes widened. "Aela!"

"Do not order me about as though I were your thrall," the vampiress scolded, joining us. "Why do we delay?"

"My sister here wonders about you."

"I am aware that thou hast questions. Alas, I cannot answer them."

"That's not what I mean," the Nord advised. "She wants to know about your interest in her."

"Aela!"

The undead woman sniffed haughtily; did her red eyes flash inside that hood? "I am sure I know not what you mean."

"Yes you do," Aela contradicted. "She wants to know if vampires can fuck non-vampires."

"'Fuck'?" the vampiress echoed. I myself had recently learned this crude Nord word for any of the terms I had lectured Vilja on a while ago.

"Can you have congress with... us?"

The other woman's face was still not visible, but she dropped the coyness in her tone. "And what art thou?"

I let Aela answer, "Werewolves."

"I thought as much - I can smell it on thee."

An expectant pause.

"I know not," Serana admitted at length. "Now, shall we be on our way?" She did not wait to see if we followed. Apparently, our status would not affect our value as guides.

My heart - and loins - bounded; at least she ruled nothing out.

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I had expected her to be cold, being, after all, dead; and at first, she was. However, Aela and I would warm her up.

Skin of face, neck, shoulders - naught else visible as yet - was paler even than Vilja's; chestnut hair, pleated in several places, just touching creamy shoulders; eyes glowing orange, pupils the colour of blood. These tracked me as I stripped deliberately in front of them both, seated on chairs next to one another in my quarters. A wicked smile cracked alabaster features; the vampiress' tongue snaked out, granting a glimpse of twin deadly fangs as it moistened ruby lips. Otherwise, she remained motionless.

Aela began to growl, wriggle in her seat. I beckoned her to assist me with my unwieldy armour, whilst I reciprocated with hers. Both soon nude, we began to play, moving sinuously about one another, casting indistinct shadows about my brazier-lit chamber as we entwined and explored with hands and mouths. I groped her fleshy mounds betwixt both hands, bent, took each dusky nipple into my mouth; held them in my teeth, twisted with my tongue; a hand delved toward her furred cleft. The Huntress moaned; I lowered her onto her back on the furs spread beneath us as her knees gave. I remained standing, still sensually writhing, stepped toward our rapt observer, held out my hand; Serana shook her head, almost imperceptibly.

Frustrated, I hesitated but a moment, turned back to my shield sister. I deliberately posed her, knees up, legs spread, toward the vampiress as I knelt to one side and ministered to her mouth, neck, breasts. Crawling between her legs, I bent, back bowed, hips high, knees apart, proffering myself lewdly to our audience of one as I began to poke and lick at the pink petals. I additionally hoped I obstructed Serana's view of what I was doing, and thus induce her to join us.

I continued for some time, simultaneously irritated and ever more aroused, wondering what was betiding behind me; was she enthralled; undressing; playing with herself; rising to join us yet?

The instant of actual contact - several fingers abruptly shoved into my overwrought cunt - drew a howl barely muffled by Aela's grasp on the back of my head, keeping my mouth buried in her palpitating crevice as she climaxed. The fingers worked in and out of me; one curled up inside of my slit, rapidly flicked; I stiffened, collapsed, convulsed violently. I had heretofore felt nothing like it. I lay gasping and moaning for several moments, helpless as I felt two sets of hands grab and reposition me on the fur mats. Vaguely, I was aware that they had my legs spread wide, vulnerable to their carnal intent. As I regained full cognisance, I realised Aela was on her knees to one side of me, whilst Serana stood on the other - maddeningly, still fully clad.

"Now," Aela was saying, "see here." She took each nipple betwixt her fingers. "Look at how red they are, like the mountain flower - and how they respond."

I gasped as she plucked one, then the other; replaced fingers with lips.

The Huntress continued. "So much different than the rest of her... like here... and here..." She nipped, caressed, prodded elsewhere on my quivering form. "Not black, like other Redguards. Red-brown, like some Skyrim bears. Then there's this" -she grabbed fistfuls of hair, tugged, stroked-"the colour of tundra cotton. And these eyes, clear, no colour at all. Why do you suppose that is? Because she is Dragonborn?" She planted kisses on both. "And this" -traced the tattooed stripe from my hairline, over left brow and eye, to upper cheek- "orange paint like the giants use. And here, here, and here... where she was hurt." Aela tongued the twin scars on the opposite cheek and chin; traced a few more - none significant - elsewhere on my torso and arms, proceeded to my legs.

I whined, tried to keep still; espied Serana, still watching, except that her lusty smile was wider, fangs protruding menacingly. My body started at the sight; both frightening and, oh, so enticing!

"Then we come to this," Aela went on, nuzzling around my slippery sheath. "Barely any fur covering, the same colour as her head. But look here" -she spread my lips- "at these folds, red like her nipples" -she licked- "yet so pink deep inside. This big button, wanting of attention... her Sword of Dibella... longer than a third nipple, yet pink as well." A few sucks and licks, then a middle finger, and a second, thrusting in and out, pushed me over the precipice once more.

I shoved the redhead away, demanded wine. The room was hot, redolent with brazier smoke, sex, sweat. I guzzled the fiery alcohol that did nothing to cool my insides.

Serana sat very close on the mats, feral grin and clothing yet in place. I put the bottle aside, shakily rose to my knees, began to stroke her hair, neck, shoulders. Aela, joining me, nibbled ears, the nape of her neck as I lifted the dark tresses. Slowly we undressed her, fiddling with the buckles and straps of her unfamiliar leathers; but she made no move, neither to aid nor inhibit. When at last we had her naked, I noticed the scent of lotus just slightly overpowering that of a crypt (but then, what had I expected?). Her breasts, larger than mine or Aela's, hung nicely on her frame; nipples red and already stiff.

Laying the vampiress on her back, we massaged, stroked, pinched, infused warmth into her extremities. I found the bottle I had procured from The Hag's Cure in Markarth. (I thought, if Bothela could create a 'Stallion's Potion' for men, then why not a stimulating lubricant for women?) As I poured the brandy-coloured liquid on the vampiress' deathly pale skin, she finally moved; her whole body started, quivered everywhere the liquid made contact. I poured some across Aela's breasts, then my own; we both jumped, yelped; it was almost hot. We massaged it into one another's skin, then lay against Serana, one on either side, bodies chafing, nipples carving grooves in the vampiress, secretions adding to the slickness. The heat built; my body felt on fire. Urgently, I rubbed my cunt against Serana's leg. The undead woman finally emitted her first sound, a drawn-out rumble as she clutched fiercely at us both. I am not sure if she actually climaxed then, but we were not done, regardless.

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I concluded that sex with a vampiress was far from unpleasant, especially once certain participants had been 'warmed up', as it were. Serana remained passive throughout the night, but readily acceded to our instructions, mostly non-verbal. We discovered that, although the lips on her face were blood red, as were her nipples - and she needed no cosmetic to achieve the allure - her female parts reminded me of a bleeding crown mushroom: outer lips pale, inner (top) red, depths (underside) pink; and the scent was normal. Yet, she had no body hair, apart from that on her head; even her armpits were clean-shaven. I had heard that some women, especially 'snotty Breton girls', as Vilja termed them, shaved everything, especially pits and sometimes even their furry mounds, and I was now intrigued enow to perhaps try it myself.

In any event, my curiosity satisfied - and having gotten away unbitten - I needs must admit that I was not enraptured with vampires in general, although I would not turn down another opportunity. Even though I had little desire to try a male, Serana assured us that only a vampire lord could 'turn' us from werewolves into the undead. What convinced me, however, to have nothing to do with them - except to kill them - was what I witnessed when we finally delivered Serana to her family. Yet, that is another story, and I must return to this one anon.

Continued in Chapter XIV

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