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Isran tosses some papers onto the table in front of me. “Some reports of infested caves, that’s all. I think you’ve earned a rest, Vilkas.”
I grunt and cross my arms. “I’ll rest when I’m dead.”
Isran frowns but doesn’t disagree. “Do you truly believe that she’ll return?”
My heart twists. I’ve been working for the Dawnguard for a while now. Vampires started causing issues, and it was more than the Companions could take care of without becoming full-fledged vampire hunters. Nerithari left Skyrim years ago, going to Solstheim with her family according to reports, I didn’t hear from her personally after what we did.
Jordis still guards the Dragonborn’s home in Solitude. I visited once, and while she wanted to go another round, I saw no point without Nerithari there.
I went home, expecting her to return to Skyrim after a few months, but that turned into years, and then vampires became a problem.
I joined up when an orc came recruiting in Whiterun. When she left, Nerithari named Aela as her replacement as Harbinger. I wasn’t hurt, I knew she wouldn’t pick me. So, I had nothing stopping me from going.
Isran wasn’t fond of my lycanthropy, but he decided the vampires were a larger threat. And in the time we’ve worked together, I’ve used my beast to save him and the Dawnguard more than once. I think he’s grown a little fond of the wolf at this point.
Isran’s question rings again in my mind.
I could never love anyone like I love Nerithari.
But I could love Serana differently.
She left a week ago to seek out a cure for her vampirism. We grew close while we defeated her father, and she listened when I spoke about Nerithari and how broken I was for loving her the way I do.
At first, we were comrades, brother and sister at arms. We got to know each other, though, and something else formed, something I didn’t think I’d ever grow to feel again.
I know what happened to her, so long ago but still weighs on her. It would be different with her, is different with her. With Nerithari, it’s hot and fast and fucking. But Serana is something else. Pure. I don’t need her body. Her company is enough.
And when I was going to tell her, we ended up talking about curing her. Then she was gone.
I was broken again. Any time I love a woman, she leaves, it seems.
“I don’t know,” I admit and shrug.
Isran leaves me to my thoughts and the reports.
I end up turning in early and find my personal room. The castle is huge and I don’t see a point in sharing sleeping quarters with the others when I could convert one of the unused rooms. Isran didn’t have an issue with it once I proved myself useful and I quickly worked my way up in their ranks. It helped to join so early, too.
As always with my beastblood, my sleep is less than peaceful, but I’m stirred awake when I feel something touch me.
My eyes snap open but before I can see who’s over me, they blindfold me. I lash out but the assailant is strong and knocks my arms away long enough to get the tie around my head. I reach for it, then hot hands grab my wrists and pin them above my head.
A familiar scent knocks into me and I snarl.
“Nerithari.”
My body reacts differently than my brain. My brain wants to relax, I’m not in danger of her. My body on the other hand lashes and bucks, trying to unseat her from her position over me. She grabs my arms and balances herself perfectly to keep on top of me. She holds my hands above my head, her wolf rivaling mine.
“Why the blindfold?” I growl, confused.
She doesn’t answer and instead, ties my wrists to my bedframe. I relax some, letting her do it, wondering if this is going where I think it is.
When my arms are secured, she turns around and ties my legs spread apart.
I could break the bed to get out, but I won’t unless I genuinely have to defend myself—no use in destroying my bed.
I’m dressed in only a kilt, draped in some furs to make me feel more at home. Despite sleeping poorly regardless, I found that I miss the smells and warmth of Jorrvaskr that this castle lacks, so I’ve tried to trick myself into believing I’m home in order to at least fall asleep faster.
Nerithari rips the remaining furs off of me and then unbuckles my kilt and grabs my cock. I hiss at how rough she is and reflexively test my bonds. She doesn’t seem to notice, and then her mouth is wrapped around my cock.
It’s wet and hot and I growl as she starts sucking, her hand pumping me as I grow stiff into her mouth.
“When did you return to Skyrim?” I ask her.
She doesn’t answer.
Her teeth graze my shaft and I growl in warning at her.
My reward is a bite to my thigh.
I try to place how she’s sitting. She’s on my chest, back to me, bending so that she can have my cock. She’s so fucking small, I barely feel her weight on me. I remember the last time I saw her, fat with pregnancy, with my child, glaring at me as I left her home after marking her as mine in front of her husband.
I smile and relax as I let her ravage my cock. The feeling without the sight is almost overwhelming, but I hold back my load until she’s grunting and groaning for it, her hands on my balls, massaging like she’ll milk it out of me. She will, but I can make her wait for it.
She throats me all the way down until her nose is in my balls, then she groans and shakes her head so that my thick cock swirls in her throat. I wait until she’s going down deep like that to come, making sure I don’t give her any warning before I’m busting in her throat.
Much to my enjoyment, she gags, the sudden assault on her throat catching her off guard, and she rips away, coughing.
“Better clean it all up,” I warn her, feeling it seep down my shaft and spurt onto my stomach. “I don’t like wasting even a drop of my come, Neri.”
She ignores me, to her detriment, and moves around. Then a different heat is wrapping around my cock.
Her pussy.
Fuck yes, I missed this pussy.
Her hands plant on my stomach as she fucks herself on my reawakening cock.
I smile up at her, meeting her bounces with thrusts to the best of my tied-up ability.
She slaps me.
I still, bristling at the attack. Involuntarily, my lips draw back from my teeth and I growl lowly in warning at her. When I open my mouth to say something, her hand claps over it, her nails digging into my cheek and stomach as she rides harder, seeking her own orgasm on my cock.
I snarl. I know she’s used me before, but this is the most like a toy I’ve ever felt. I can’t do anything, and she’s not doing any of this for me.
I try to bite the hand over my mouth, which gets me another slap. I growl and pull at my binds, the bed groans with my strength. A harder hit comes and I see white for a second.
She fucking punched me.
Her body shivers with her orgasm, no doubt fueled by attacking me. A whimper comes from her throat as her pussy spasms around me and her legs squeeze my hips tight.
She wants to play that fucking game, we’ll play.
I rip my arms free of the bed, spitting wood splinters, and sit up. She gasps and tries to get away but I manage to grab her despite my blindfold and still tied arms.
“Oh no, this is your own fault,” I snarl and roll us over in my bed, kicking my legs free by snapping the posts they were tied to.
I push the blindfold away and rip my arms apart, dropping frayed rope down onto Nerithari below me.
The fucking goddess returned to me.
Her crimson hair is so long, it washes over my bed around her prone body like a pool of blood. Her ashen skin is black in the darkness, even to my wolf’s eye. Her wide eyes stare up at me in anger, mischief glinting in their depths.
Her body is still perfect, curved deliciously with a soft stomach. The beastblood kept her from being scared with stretchmarks–disappointing, really, I would have loved to have seen those on her–but it didn’t stop her from acquiring a mother’s belly. She’s toned despite it, and I wonder if she’s self-conscious about it because she can’t get it to go away.
I grab her by the throat and then descend on her, my mouth locking onto hers. She immediately parts them for me and our tongues clash, fighting for who will invade who.
My free hand grabs her breast, still heavy after having a child, maybe more than one if Hadvar managed to put any in her. They aren’t as firm as they used to be, but I couldn’t love them more for how supple they are in my hands. Then I cup her ass and pull her hips up to me. I reseat my cock in her pussy and take control, giving her hard thrusts that push her into the bed.
“I said not to waste my come,” I growl and sit up, supporting my weight with the hand on her throat and on her shoulder. She’s gasping, short breaths managing to slip past my fingers.
I fuck her pussy, pistoning like a dwemer machine. My balls slap her ass so hard it hurts, and I feel my cockhead slamming into her end.
“Apologize,” I snarl at her, baring my teeth.
Nerithari’s eyes water with strain, but they’re defiant. She grits her teeth, hissing her breath through them.
“Apologize, Neri,” I demand again. This time I close off that little whisper of air she’s managed to get. Her ashen skin darkens quicker now. She’s beautiful, the way she glares up at me as she wiggles and writhes in my grip.
“I–”
I ease off of her throat just enough to let her get the air she needs.
“I’m… sorry.”
“For?”
She grits her teeth and I squeeze, thrusting quickly until she’s trying to speak again.
“I’m–m s-sorry for-for wasting y-your… come!” she manages to get out as I continue to brutalize her pussy.
“Fuck,” I growl and shove my cock in as deep as I can. She cries out despite the hand squeezing her throat tight, and I’m sure I’ve gotten my head into her womb.
I unload, dumping my come into her. She takes it so good, my come belongs in her fucking pussy, in her body.
“Fuck, Neri, I can’t come unless it’s for you,” I growl.
She groans and wiggles beneath me. I let off her throat so she can speak. “You’ve come for other women…”
I shake my head. “Since I met you, it’s only been you that makes me come. Even with Jordis, it was having you there, watching me, knowing you were enjoying it, that made me burst inside her.”
“What if she got pregnant from you?” she asks, peering up at me.
“She didn’t,” I tell her. “She wasn’t fertile when I fucked her, and if she tries to say the babe’s mine, one sniff will show otherwise.” That’s if she managed to find another beast to fuck her and give her a child with the blood. A werewolf can’t produce a child that doesn’t have the blood, so that would be the first giveaway.
Nerithari takes my hand and brings it to her lips to kiss the palm.
I thought because I had managed to develop some feelings for Serana, that I might finally be over Nerithari. How wrong I was. Serana’s a distant memory now. I couldn’t care less if she showed back up now, cured or not.
I lean down, my hands planting on either side of Nerithari’s head and kiss her sweetly.
She moans into my mouth and tangles her fingers in my hair. It’s grown long, but she seems to like it. I don’t part from her, and she kicks her legs around my waist to keep me firmly sheathed in her pussy.
I use a hand to prop up her ass and gently love her while we kiss.
It’s like the first time we laid together, way back in Jorrvaskr, before she was the Dragonborn, the savior of Skyrim, the PeaceMaker of the Civil War. Back when she was just Nerithari, new Harbinger of the Companions.
Our slow love takes some time, but we don’t rush it, and with her womb flooded with come, I can only fill her pussy so much more. She smells so fucking good, she’s got to be fertile. I wonder if that’s why she’s come to me. She wants to fuck me to get another baby, then leave me.
Used for my cock and seed, and I’m not even mad about it.
“Where’s my child?” I snarl, barely pulling my mouth away from hers. The beast is starting to take back over. Nerithari and I don’t love, we fuck.
“Downstairs,” she breathes, her hands ripping at my hair to keep my face pressed firmly against hers.
She pushes me, rolling me onto my back so she’s mounted on top of me. I grab some rope and seize her hands before she can take too much control. She gasps as I straighten her up and tie her arms firmly behind her back.
“Boy or girl?” I ask, gripping her hips firmly as I prod her ass. Come leaks out of her pussy onto me.
“Girl,” she gasps, her breasts jumping with each jerk as she keeps me from entering too quickly.
“What’s her name?” I grit out, slipping past her tight ring. It helps that my cock is soaked from our juices and not rock hard yet. I push up, digging my feet into the bedding to give me more leverage. My hands on her hips would bruise if she didn’t have beastblood to heal her so fast. My fuck toy now.
“Hircira. For her beastblood,” she pants, head tilted back as she takes my cock so fucking good.
“Ride me,” I growl.
Nerithari does, bouncing her ass on my cock, her ring tightening.
“So fucking beautiful,” I compliment her, releasing one hip to grab her tit. “Tell me how much you missed me.”
“I missed this cock,” she tells me, bottoming out and swirling her hips so that my dick presses against every wall of her ass. “I miss how good you fill me up with come.” She struggles against her bonds like she wants to touch herself, and I grin, dropping the hand on her tit to massage her clit for her. The poor thing is swollen and has been neglected for a minute.
“Your husband didn’t learn anything from his lessons? Couldn’t fuck you good?”
She shakes her head and I pinch her clit.
“Words, Neri,” I say when she screams.
“No,” she says. “He didn’t want to be reminded of you.”
I smile wider and start thrusting up to meet her, slapping my balls against her ass. “Good, I love that I ruined you for him. You’re my woman, Neri, that’s why you’re here now, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she pants, eyes squeezing shut as she tips her head back. She’s going to come with my cock in her ass. “Yes, I came here for you.”
“You came for me? Or my come?” I ask, genuinely curious. “You just want another baby from me? Then you’ll leave me for years?”
She shakes her head.
“Look at me when you come, Nerithari, or I won’t let you.”
She opens her eyes and looks down at me, panting as she meets my thrusts, bouncing her tits so fucking nicely. She bites her lip, so close her legs are squeezing me enough to hurt my hips.
“Come,” I command, fingers on her clit just how she likes.
She cries out, starts to tip her head back, but snaps it back forward so she can keep her eyes on mine. “Vilkas…!”
I don’t come just yet, waiting for her to finish shaking before I roll her over and pin her on her side. I straddle one of her legs, the other draped over my hip. I withdraw my cock from her ass and sink it into her weeping folds. She loves it when I fuck both of her holes.
One of my hands works her clit while the other gets handfuls of her tits and ass, kneading her delicious flesh.
“Does Hircine… approve of our daughter?” I ask, remembering what she said before.
“Yes. She’s pure bred.”
I howl. I grab her so hard I might have broken a bone if she wasn’t a lycanthrope. I push so deep my balls and pelvis the only things keeping me from sinking any deeper. It’s enough, though, I feel her end against my head. I come, spilling right into her womb again, refilling what leaked out. I’ll put another purebred in her. Our lord Hircine will have all of the beasts he desires from us.
“Vilkas,” she cries out, another orgasm following her first. She’s so perfect for me, so fucking right in my hands.
I rip her binds from her wrists and she tackles me to the floor. I knock my head against the stone, cracking it. Nerithari shifts, bursting into a large blood-red beast. I answer her with my own, black as night.
We fuck like animals.
She rides me, but I push her onto her all fours and knot her when I come, locking us together.
She bites me, drawing blood.
I mark her again.
Her beast fades away with my knot still locked inside her, so I fuck her again, not bothering to be gentle as I keep her face down on the stone ground with her ass high in the air. I thrust into her come-filled pussy as much as I can, making her cry out as my fat knot stretches her more than she has been since having our baby.
My claws hook into her skin, breaking through it, but she heals just as quickly.
It becomes a blur. I can’t remember how many times we came. I shifted back at some point, fucked her face over the side of the bed so my soaking balls covered her nose. She road my face so that my come poured into my mouth and her thighs squeezed my head so tight I thought she might actually manage to crush it. I spread her legs and fucked her downward into the floor. She rode me in reverse as I sat on the broken bed, trying to catch my breath as she bounced her ass on the full length of my cock.
There’s so much come, so much sweat…
I lay, holding Nerithari close, my throbbing, exhausted cock in her pussy one last time as we kiss and gently shift our bodies on the cold floor. The bed is… destroyed, the chair broken, the rugs disgusting.
But I’m holding her, kissing her, and she has her arms wrapped around my neck, holding me close as her fingers tangle in my hair and she lets me love her slowly again.
She’s loving me back. Her perfect body sways, matching my easy pace.
“I love you,” I finally manage, pressed to her mouth. I can’t bring myself to part from her kisses. I don’t care if I ruin the moment. I can’t live another day without her knowing this truth, and if she rejects me, then I know some vampire nests I can lose myself in.
“I love you, too,” she moans against my mouth, tugging my hair. Her slick body slides against me.
“Stay with me,” I beg her, holding her tighter.
“I planned on it.”
I should be offended that she thinks she can just walk into my life and take a place that she has no claim to. But I’m too happy to hear the words to give a fuck.
“Marry me,” I tell her.
“Take me to the temple.”
I come, I’m sure there’s nothing left and the orgasm hurts my dick, but I hold her firmly against me as if I have seed needing to be planted in her womb.
She lays with me for a long time, we fall asleep on the floor.
When I wake up and she’s drawing back a curtain from a window to show the early morning light, I can’t help but smile at her come-stained body. She looks so fucking perfect.
She glances at me over her shoulder, feeling my stare, and then looks back out the window. “Hadvar left me.”
I’ll kill him. “Why?”
“We moved to Solstheim for a few reasons. One was to get away from you.”
I’d figured this, but I don’t say as much.
“We moved there before having Hircira. I always planned on naming my baby after Hircine, even though Hadvar didn’t approve. I told him, any child of mine would have the blood. He wanted to know if there was any way to know that the child was his and not yours. I told him that he would know his child.
“So, Hircira was born, with a strong wolf. I called on Hircine, and he came to us. I asked him if born lycanthropes have such strong beasts, and he confirmed it, and then he noted Hadvar.” She pauses to sigh and rub her face. “He knew in an instant that Hircira wasn’t Hadvar’s, but he was kind enough not to say anything. Hadvar believed that Hircira was his for a few years. We had to deal with cultists in the meantime. The Skaal became friends, teaching her how to hunt with their children while I and Hadvar went to the ruins to find out who this First Dragonborn was and what he was trying to do.
“Hermaeus Mora was being a prick and Sanguine wasn’t being helpful when I called on him. So, I called Hircine for aid. He answered me, but he wanted to see my child. Hadvar didn’t like the idea of a daedra so interested in his daughter, but kept his mouth shut, until Hircine touched her and told us she was going to be the strongest of his hunters one day.”
Pride swells in my chest for the daughter I haven’t met. I want to see her, to hold her, but I wait, listening to my love.
“Hadvar told Hircine not to touch his daughter. Hircine, offended, informed him he had no claim to the child.” She hesitates again and massages her forehead. “I believe he said, ‘Your seed could never produce such a pure hunter.’”
I smile wide, coming to her side then. I don’t speak, but I have so many things I want to say.
“Hadvar was upset, but I got what I needed from Hircine. I defeated Miraak, and when I came home, Hadvar acted distant. I tried to make things better, but he asked why I didn’t want to have more children, why we didn’t make love like we used to anymore, and why I didn’t look at him the same. I didn’t have answers, so I just stood there.” She sighs and meets my gaze, her silver eyes brilliant in the morning light. “He got mad. Told me that he should have left me after I told him to stay longer with you that first night.”
I wrap an arm around her, pulling her into me.
“He was a good man. I don’t know why I couldn’t just love him like he deserved.”
I grind my teeth and shake my head. “Your heart wasn’t yours to give to him. I held it still.”
She punches me in the chest, hard enough to knock the wind out of me, so I hold onto her tight to keep from falling.
“You selfish bastard,” she growls at me. “You claimed me, kept my heart, but let me go.”
“I’m sorry,” I wheeze and hold her tighter. “I won’t make the mistake again, love.”
“You’ll be at my side for the rest of our lives, or I’ll fucking kill you.”
“I swear, until the gods take us,” I tell her, cupping her face to look into her teary silver eyes.
“Now, we should clean up before you meet your daughter.”