Trials of Orinn - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

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.

Continued in Chapter 3