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The Line Begins to Blur	By : VirusVescichetta Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 61884 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Spending most of our time on the road meant that my housecarl and I didn't often get the chance to sleep simultaneously. When we were actually given the opportunity I almost always woke up first. Lydia had proven herself to typically be a relatively deep sleeper, at least compared to me. On the rare occasions she did wake up first she tended to busy herself with preparing something for breakfast and packing away any extra supplies.
The warmth around my crotch and the weight pressing against my thighs were the first things to tell me that she had decided on a far better way to occupy her time while waiting for me to wake up. Something between a yawn and a hiss of pleasure slipped from my lips and my eyes cracked open to peer down at the woman languidly sucking my cock. Her tongue slid slowly up the length of it and flicked against the tip when she caught sight of my open eyes.
"Finally awake, my Thane?" she chuckled quietly.
"If I say no will you go back to doing that?" I asked in a rather serious tone.
She laughed again and ducked her head back down to take me in her mouth once more. I propped myself up on my elbows to better observe her. The contrast of her bright red lips and tongue against the dark grey of my scales was astounding. The fist pumping my shaft had spread her saliva to the point where my entire member was slick with it. Her eyes stared back up after me, though after several blinks she lifted her mouth off me again. "I never noticed that you have a second set of eyelids," she remarked rather randomly.
I groaned at the feel of her tightening her hand. It seemed unfair to make random comments and then distract me by working at my manhood. "They're pretty handy," I replied when I regained my composure. "Let me see underwater..." I paused for another hiss when her lips wrapped back around the head of my cock. "...Or freak out humans who like to stare."
Her muffled laugh vibrated around me pleasantly. I let out another groan when she pushed herself down until I was pressing into her throat. My tail jumped of its own accord and dragged through her damp folds.
Lydia jumped slightly and let out a muffled moan around my cock and I couldn't help but smirk a little. She looked up at me somewhat expectantly and I raised my eyebrows in response before lifting my extra appendage to press between her thighs. My housecarl took to sliding her tongue up and down my shaft as I took a moment to work out how to use my tail in such a way. When I felt a particularly hard nub I decided to press against it and was rewarded with a sharp moan. Lydia pulled me into her mouth once more, sliding my thick member over her tongue and into her throat until her nose was wedged against my stomach.
My tail flicked across her clitoris and she drew me from her mouth to pant and gasp in pleasure. She surprised me by abandoning my twitching erection and pushing herself up to straddle my waist on her knees. I hastily decided that the new position was a much more desirable one. Her hand was guiding the head of my penis towards her entrance just as I lifted my hips to penetrate her. It seemed she had come to the same decision that I had.
She dropped her hips and I slid into her, the tight walls gripping me in a very pleasant embrace. Her arms looped around my neck and she shifted in my lap, apparently just as comfortable as I to simply enjoy the feeling of being joined together. Her nails scratched lightly at the base of my skull, just below the spines on my head. I let out a sharp hiss at the pleasurable feeling and bucked against her. It was all the incentive she needed to start pumping herself on my cock.
When we figured out a rhythm I caught one of her hardened nipples in my hand and guided it to my mouth. I nipped lightly at her soft flesh before dragging my tongue across the flushing skin. Lydia let out a high pitched moan when I gave her nipple a slightly harder bite. It glowed an angry red, but I could feel her flesh quiver around me when I sucked and licked at the abused skin. She muttered something brokenly in my ear that I simply assumed to be her announcing her orgasm.
Her lips crushed against mine in a shockingly hard kiss as her muscles convulsed around me. The sudden tightening of her walls drew my own climax out with surprising quickness. My seed splashed against the inside of her womb and I wondered for the first time if there had ever been any reliable accounts of interspecies children. I had certainly never heard of any legitimate cases, but rumours had always persisted.
Lydia lifted herself from my lap and I snapped out of my thoughts. I could feel our mixed fluids splash against my leg and drip on the bed once I was free from her delicious hold. "I'm willing to sacrifice a few minutes' travel for this," I smirked up at her and wiped myself off on the blankets. I had mixed feelings about it not being my own bed.
My housecarl replied with a pleased hum and crawled up the bed to lay on her back beside me. "I'm inclined to agree, my Thane," she remarked with a contented smile. "Are we leaving Windhelm today?"
I nodded and pushed myself off the bed. "Yeah. I haven't exactly been ingratiating myself to the locals so I figure it's as good a time as any to get back to Whiterun and make sure my sister hasn't been causing trouble."
"You're worried about her?" Lydia asked in a teasing tone.
I chuckled wryly and shook my head as I fastened my pants. "I'm worried she's gone around town telling everyone who I am. I wouldn't put it past her."
"You think people would believe her?" I heard Lydia working at getting into her armour after the days without wearing it. It occurred to me that I had never gotten around to acquiring her another breastplate.
"Maybe. I'd rather not take the chance. I've worked very hard to avoid people learning who I am back home. The last thing I need is some crazy asshole with delusions of grandeur trying to kidnap me for ransom," I scoffed at the idea and slipped on my boots.
"Wouldn't she be the one more likely to be kidnapped?" my housecarl asked, sounding altogether too intrigued by the notion. She set about preparing our packs for travel.
"Probably. And then I'd have to go save her," I answered over my shoulder with a frown.
"You make it sound like such an inconvenience," Lydia said with a quiet laugh.
"It would be inconvenient. She'd want me to show up and sweep her off her feet like some knight rescuing his princess," my frown deepened while I pulled on my tunic.
Lydia laughed again at that. "It would be romantic if she weren't your sister."
I considered telling her that my sister would still consider it horrendously romantic but decided against it. "It would," I agreed instead and then suggested we head out and find her a suitable replacement for her armour before we start the journey back to Whiterun.
In a few minutes we were dressed and packed and outside Candlehearth Hall. I glanced towards the spot I had fought Rolff and wondered how Taryn was doing. Perhaps we would see each other in the market, I thought. We headed in that direction, Lydia keeping step close beside me. She had refused my cloak to keep her covered in lieu of her armour yet she looked shockingly unaffected by the cold weather.
"How much money do we have?" I asked somewhat suddenly as it occurred to me.
"Almost two thousand septims, my Thane," she answered after some quick mental math. "As well as a number of valuable amulets and rings from the bandit camps we've cleared."
I nodded, satisfied with the answer. "Good. That means we should be able to get you some decent armour."
"The journey back to Whiterun shouldn't be far. Perhaps we should save our money and we can both get something better. Your leathers aren't likely to last much longer," Lydia suggested.
My attention shifted to said armour for a moment. It was true that after everything we had been through since Riften it was getting to be a little worse for wear. I still had all the pieces but most were torn and gouged and many of the rivets adorning it had been lost. "That plan still leaves you without a very critical piece armour while we travel. I can take more abuse than you can, anyway. I'll be fine," I assured her. I didn't like the idea of my companion being so unprotected.
It wasn't hard to find the blacksmith in the market, though my lips pulled into a frown when I saw the man he was dealing with and recognized it to be the Stormcloak soldier I had sent scurrying back to Ulfric. The soldier glanced up as I approached and though I didn't hear the words exchanged I judged they were about me by the nod of his head in my direction. He gathered up his gear and left before being forced to actually make contact with me.
"So, you're the Dragonborn the town's been abuzz about," the blacksmith said as he wiped his hands off on his apron. Rather than extend one to greet me, though, his arms folded across his chest. He stood up to his full height, though that was just to look me in the eye. I considered it handy that I was fairly tall for an Argonian. The spikes sticking from my skull didn't hurt, either. They certainly stood as markedly different than his bald head.
I grinned at the man as I approached, the complete opposite to his stern and downright irritated composure. I found it endlessly amusing that he was so worked up over my race. "It would seem word travels faster than I do," I chuckled. "Kailev-Tel, in case you were curious."
"...Oengul War-Anvil," the man seemed to feel obligated to return the introduction.
"A pleasure, I'm sure," I flashed him a smirk and motioned to Lydia. "My compatriot lost her armour fighting a dragon. Would we be able to get her some sort of replacement?"
He glanced at Lydia. "What sort of armour were you looking for?"
At least he's being somewhat amenable, I thought. "Just an iron breastplate," Lydia answered ahead of me.
"Iron? We have enough for good steel," I momentarily ignored Oengul and turned my head to face her.
"We're going to make whole new sets back in Whiterun, remember?" she cast a look back at me. "A simple iron plate will see me back to Whiterun just fine, so long as you ignore your crazy adventures."
"That's asking a lot of me," I frowned and turned back to the blacksmith. "So, how much for that?"
"...About five hundred septims should cover it," he answered with a shrug.
I nearly choked on hearing the number. "That's fucking outrageous," I stated aloud. "I know something like that isn't worth more than about a hundred."
His eyes narrowed in a glare. "I have an order with the Stormcloaks you're cutting in on. I have to make up for lost time."
"That's a pretty steep surcharge for someone who killed a dragon outside your front door," I returned his glare. "Or are you just pissy that the Dovahkiin doesn't want any part in your Jarl's delusions of grandeur?"
"Ulfric is the true High King of Skyrim. He has stood for our home against the Empire and the Aldmeri and made sure to preserve the worship of might Talos in Windhelm. I'm not interested in dealing with someone who turned away his request for aid," he all but spat at me.
Lydia's hand on my shoulder kept me from acting too recklessly. I unclenched the fist I hadn't realized my hand had tightened into. "We will make it to Whiterun just fine as we are, my Thane. I'm not so fragile as to wilt to the cold." I stared at her for a moment before shooting the blacksmith a dark glare and leaving the market wordlessly towards the front gates.
"Thanks," I muttered to Lydia as we left the town. "If it weren't for you I'd probably be paying off a bounty right now."
"Do not let it get to you, my Prince," she said quietly. "I've no fear that you'll keep me from harm."
"Isn't that supposed to be the other way around?" I asked with a chuckle. My eyes caught sight of a pack of tents set up at the end of the bridge. "Hey, what's that?"
"It looks like one of the Khajiit caravans," Lydia replied.
"Oh yeah? Maybe we can find you something there," I suggested and headed towards them.
A Khajiit with dark brown fur marked by numerous black strips sat just inside the entrance of the largest tent. Laid out before him on a large sheet was a wide assortment of goods. I couldn't help but take notice of the mammoth tusks sitting at one end. It seemed that Ysolda had seen some success. At least my efforts towards getting the tusks hadn't been for nothing.
One thing I noticed a stark lack of, however, was metal armour. I was hoping that the caravan might have something for sale but it seemed we were out of luck. I was about to ask about it when Lydia stooped to grab a set of leathers not terribly different from my own, if less ragged. "I thought you preferred metal armour," I said as she inspected the tunic.
"You seem to do fairly well with lighter gear," she answered with a shrug. "Considering the way you live there must be something to it."
"I'm tougher than you are," I said with a frown.
"You also put yourself in the way. At the very least I'll still have my shield," she assured me. "How much for this armour?" she asked the Khajiit inside the tent.
"I think that one hundred septims should be fair," he answered with an approving nod.
I reached into my pack and pulled out a pair of golden pendants. "How about I give you these and we call it even? You could probably sell each of them for what these leathers cost," I suggested. I was loathe to use my actual money.
The Khajiit seemed to ponder it for a moment before hips lips pulled back in a grin. "It's a deal. I can always sell jewellery."
I thanked him and helped Lydia get the armour tightened around her torso properly. It was definitely the first time in my life teaching someone the proper way to wear light armour. "At least it fits," I chuckled as I straightened out the last strap. "How does it feel?"
"...Exposed," she answered simply.
I laughed openly at that. "Well, like you said, you still have your shield," I remarked with a grin. "Now come on. I'd like to get out of this hostile place before sunset."

"...Are we headed the right way?" I called back to my housecarl about two hours down the road.
"You have the map, my Thane," she very helpfully pointed out.
I shot her an annoyed look. "Yeah, but you're the local," I said and pulled the crinkled up map from its pocket.
"I'm not from this section of Skyrim. I've never had any reason to travel to Eastmarch," she sounded almost annoyed.
I let out an over-exasperated sigh. "Some guide you've turned out to be."
"I never claimed to be an effective guide."
"...Okay, that's a good point," I conceded as I looked over the map. "Alright, then. I'll be the guide," I said a moment later with a laugh and turned to start jogging up the hill next to the road.
"My Thane?" Lydia asked after me as she followed.
"This road leads to Ivarstead, and I don't feel like walking the long way around," I explained as we worked our way into the brush. "Looks like if we cut through this forest, though, we'll be able to whip straight towards Whiterun."
"It can prove rather dangerous to travel off the road," she warned.
"Then we won't be bored," I replied cheerily. "Come on. This turns two days' travel into one. We should be able to make it through here by nightfall."
"That's quite the claim, coming from someone unfamiliar with the area," Lydia happened to point out.
"Fair point. I'm mostly just going by the way it looks on the map," I admitted. "Still, I don't figure it's too important that we rush. I just wanted out of Windhelm."
"I can hardly blame you. I didn't realize Windhelm was so...proud," she shook her head.
"I suppose that's one way of putting it," I laughed. "To be honest, I think the Legion gave me a friendlier reception, and they put me on the chopping block. At least that had nothing to do with my race."
"Do people's prejudices ever bother you?" Lydia asked suddenly. Or perhaps it simply caught me off-guard. Her tone was purely inquisitive, as usual.
I shrugged as I considered the question. "...Not really, no," I answered after a moment. "It used to, I guess, when I first started travelling. I guess I just ran into it enough in eastern Cyrodiil to get used to it. Bruma and Cheydinhal are pretty hostile to Argonians and Khajiit. I didn't go there very often." I chuckled as I thought of my stay in Cyrodiil and glanced over my shoulder at Lydia. "I actually decided to come to Skyrim on one of my less unfriendly stays in Bruma. All the Nords around made me curious about the place when they weren't being self-righteous assholes."
"Do you ever regret coming here?"
"Nah. I've definitely had more fun here than I ever did back in Cyrodiil. I think that place has had all the action it can handle, considering the Oblivion Crisis and the First Great War," we made our way through a thick grove as we talked. The forest reminded me of one I had travelled through in Black Marsh many years before, though it was significantly less wet and fewer in things trying to kill me. "Skyrim is quite alive with adventure. There are so many places in this country waiting to be explored. You also have a lot more bandits and other undesirables, so there's no shortage of work for a mercenary like me."
"You seem to be very fond of referring to yourself that way, my Thane," Lydia pointed out. I noticed a pair of deer dash away through the brush ahead of us and a fox curiously eyeing us from the cover of some dense bushes to the side.
"I am a mercenary," I replied. "I wander around from town to town getting paid to do odd jobs, usually in the form of killing people. That sounds like a mercenary to me."
"You are the Thane of Whiterun, a Prince of Black Marsh and the Dragonborn. Calling yourself a mercenary seems...improper," she answered with a slight frown. "Besides, most of the time you take jobs to help people."
I was about to remark that I always charged people when it occurred to me that I had never been paid by Taryn, even if Lydia didn't know that. "Name one time I've ever done something out of the goodness of my heart," I challenged. "I've always gotten something out of whatever work I do."
"If you say so, my Thane," Lydia conceded. I was a little bit disappointed that our debate didn't last longer.
We became silent as we made our way through the forest, deciding we would be better off being able to hear any sounds of wildlife. There may not have been thrinaxes or fen snakes to worry about in Skyrim but I didn't fancy the idea of stumbling into a sabre cat either. Thankfully the only animals we encountered wanted less to do with us than we did with them. Every so often I would catch a glimpse of a deer or goat dashing away through the brush or a rabbit slip down some hidden hole. I shucked off my cloak as we made our way into the warmer climate of the middle of the country.
The sky was beginning to darken when we came upon a lake at the foot of the mountain range laying between Whiterun and Windhelm. "This look familiar?" I called back to Lydia for the first time in hours.
She shook her head. "This is still further east than I've travelled before," she replied. "Is this place on the map?"
I was already unfolding the scrap of parchment as she asked. "According to the map, this place is called...Mara's Eye," I said. "I wonder why it's called that. Is there something romantic about a lake with an island in the middle?"
"Maybe someone just thought it sounded nice," Lydia suggested with a shrug. "Regardless, this place seems as good as any to settle down for the night."
"It does," I agreed and looked across the expanse of water. I guessed it ranged almost a kilometre across; a large circle cut out of the ground by something long ago. I wondered if it perhaps a glacier had settled here and melted.
A few minutes later saw Lydia and I sitting on the shore next to a fire on the lake's beach. The flames flickered on the water along with the glow of the setting sun. "This place is quite picturesque," I said as we settled down. Lydia hummed in response as her eyes stared out across the glassy surface of the lake. "...We should fuck on this beach," I broke the silence that stretched between us.
Lydia's shocked expression brought a loud laugh from my lips. Apparently I needed to curse more so it wouldn't be so surprising. "Mara's the goddess of sex or something, right? Seems appropriate."
"Goddess of love," she corrected me. I wondered if the pink glowing from her cheeks was a blush or just the light of the fire.
"Same thing," I shrugged and turned my head to look at her with a snicker. "So...?"
Her eyes gazed back at mine for a few seconds before she let out a quiet laugh. "You've certainly had worse ideas, my Thane," she said after a moment and brushed an errant lock of hair behind her ear. My hand chased hers as far as her cheek and held her in place while I leaned in to kiss her.
I wasted no time in pushing her back to lay on the grass next to the water. Our kiss deepened and within seconds our tongues were twisting and lashing together in a lustful frenzy. I didn't know where our passion was coming from and wasn't particularly concerned with it.
Lydia's nails scratched lightly at the softer scales among the spines on the back of my neck. I hissed against her mouth and responded by slipping my hand between her thighs to press against her crotch. My hazy mind didn't process immediately that my efforts were ineffective while she was still wearing her armour. I pulled back to flick the straps and catches holding her leggings secured. She hoarsely whispered something I didn't catch when I pulled her pants down her waist.
Her hands fumbled with the bindings of her tunic but I wasn't overly concerned with that. I was far more eager in pushing her onto her back and forcing my head between her thighs. A loud moan echoed across the lake when I nuzzled my snout against her damp underwear. I inhaled her scent and all but tore away the fabric covering her. I heard her fingers slip in their work on removing her armour when my tongue snapped against her clitoris.
My palms slid over the surprisingly smooth and soft skin her thighs. I knew Lydia to be physically strong, having seen her in combat as often as I had, so it always caught me a little unawares at how supple her flesh felt. My hands quickly found their way under her to grip her ass and lift her so my tongue could more easily push through her folds and into her waiting pussy. She gasped something before her breath left her in a loud moan.
I felt her ankles press against my shoulder blades and saw her stomach flex to keep herself held up. I moved one of my hands from its place at her ass to join my mouth in working at her moist sex. My first finger pushed into her slick flesh easily enough that I wasted no time in adding a second. I dragged the entire length of my tongue across her hardened clitoris and let her lower herself back down to the ground before gliding up her body and pressing my lips to hers.
She gripped my neck with one hand while her other flew down to replace my mouth. My own free hand wrapped around her back to hold her tightly against me. The feel of her stiff nipples and full breasts pressing into my chest was fantastic. My tongue pushed into her mouth along with my fingers in her pussy. She tried desperately to keep kissing me back between her cries and pants of pleasure. "My Prince, I'm..." she moaned brokenly in my ear when her lips could no longer keep up with mine. I was happy to lavish attention on her lovely neck in lieu of her mouth. "I'm going to cum..." she finished a moment later.
The flesh of her throbbing sex gripped my fingers tightly. It made continuing to work them in and out of her somewhat challenging but I persisted to draw out her orgasm. I enjoyed the sounds she made when she was screaming in my ear too much to stop. She twisted and writhed in my embrace and I rather enjoyed the feel of her skin grinding against my scales. After several long, gorgeous seconds her climax began to subside and she was left shaking in my arm. "You feeling alright after that?" I teased her even as my fingers dragged lazily through the soaking folds of her labia.
I could swear her post-orgasmic blush deepened. "I suppose I should find myself fortunate to have a Thane so concerned about my wellbeing," she returned as her lungs heaved in air.
I was about to make some smart remark when a familiar and very unwelcome tingling started in the base of my neck. I jumped off Lydia and hastily glanced around the camp. My eyes immediately fell on a pair of dark silhouettes at the edge of the light from our fire. "You're shitting me," I growled. "You couldn't have waited like, fifteen minutes?"
"Sorry. It's been days since my last meal. I just couldn't wait any longer," one of them spoke as they stepped into the light. They were both humans, one male and one female and dressed in wrappings usually used for transporting cadavers. I saw that they were deathly pale and their eyes glinted red and gold in the firelight. The female's lips curled back in a feral grin and revealed long, pointed fangs.
"Lydia! Sword!" I barked just before they dashed towards us. "Grab your sword!" I clarified an instant later.
I didn't have time to grab my own before the female vampire was on me. Her hand slashed at me with jagged nails and I lapsed into memory of combat training from my lifetime back home. I caught her wrist with one hand and spun on my heel to add some momentum behind my tail when I crushed it into her ribs. I snapped my foot forward as my other arm snaked around her neck so I could finish the twist by throwing her over my hip. This wasn't some brawl over coin or chivalry; this was life or death.
Or undeath, my mind helpfully reminded me when I thought of the woman's fangs. I had never faced a vampire in combat before, or actually encountered one for that matter. I had only heard of them in books, both fiction and non. I knew they were real and when my opponent didn't immediately rise from where I had slammed her into a log I hadn't seen before I flicked through what I remembered of them.
That I had heard once of their weakness to fire snapped to my mind in a flash. I glanced over at my housecarl, already charging a shot of flame in my palm. I saw that she had just removed one of her foe's hands with her sword, though he was still relentlessly closing in on her. Several burning darts shot from my palm and exploded against the male vampire's back. His flesh lit up like a draugr's, though his shriek of agony was much more pronounced. Lydia took advantage of the distraction to hack his head from his shoulders.
A snarl called my attention back to my own opponent. She leaped at me from the ground and I only had time to raise my arm for her to sink her teeth into. Blood streamed from her mouth as she fed greedily from the wound, twisting her teeth in the flesh so more would flow. I swore at her while a stream of fire burst from my hand at her stomach. Her scream of pain echoed across the still waters of Mara's Eye when her body was immolated.
"My Thane!" Lydia's voice was thick with concern as she ran over. I brushed some ashes from my scales and noticed that it didn't do much to change their colour. "You're bitten!" she said when she knelt down next to me.
I chuckled against my pain and enveloped the injury in the golden glow of my restoration spell. "Don't worry. Wolves bite a lot harder than she did," I assured my housecarl.
She didn't seem very assured by my words. "But...she was a vampire..."
"And I'm an Argonian. We don't contract Porphyric Hemophilia or Sanguinare Vampiris or whatever you call it up here very easily," I said and flexed the healed arm. "If I start to show symptoms I'll just stop in at the apothecary in Whiterun for a disease potion."
"If you are certain, my Thane," she relented. "I must admit, I didn't expect to run into anyone out here."
"Maybe that's why we ran into a couple of vampires," I laughed. "I must say, I'm a little disappointed in myself for how well you fought. Apparently I wasn't doing something right."
"I'm terribly sore for it," she said with a quick wince. "Do not fret, my Thane. I'm not in any way disappointed with how you did. I am, however, rather upset at the interruption."
"I can tell. You really took that guy's head off," I snickered at her disapproving look. Apparently she wasn't a big fan of puns. "In the interest of avoiding any more interruptions to our wonderful evening out here, however, I'm going to that island in the middle of the lake to make sure there isn't anyone else out here."
I unlatched my dagger from my belt and headed to the water. "In case you hadn't noticed, you're still naked, my Thane," Lydia felt compelled to point out as she set to redressing.
I looked back at her with a raised brow. "I'm aware. I don't want to get my armour wet," I said and then chuckled. "I've already killed one while naked. Now I'm naked and I have a knife. They don't stand a chance." I looked across the camp. "You should stay here and keep our stuff safe. I'll only be a few minutes."
My housecarl looked ready to argue but conceded and I slipped into the lake like I was born to live in it. I swam through the surprisingly deep water with solid movements of my tail to keep myself hidden from any enemies and the local wildlife. I wasn't in the mood to deal with a slaughterfish and was immensely thankful there weren't any of the dozens of dangers from Black Marsh. The creatures lurking in the deep swamps made swimming in them quite the hazard at times.
I crawled up the shore when I reached the island, uncaring that I was likely to be getting a little muddy doing it. My eyes darted around, taking in every detail they could in the darkness. Night had descended quickly while Lydia and I had been enjoying ourselves.
It took me only a moment to find the trapdoor set into the ground near the middle of the island. I eased the door open just enough to see light inside, then enough to stick my head through and look around. The place seemed empty from what I could see, so I tossed the door back and hopped down, dagger tight in my grip.
A cursory glance showed some signs of a struggle that led to a mess near some steps leading to the underground well below me. I stepped closer and saw that the mess was a human body that I presumed had been torn apart by the vampires. Some further investigation revealed that this place was often used as a den for smugglers and that the corpse was likely once one such individual. Apparently the vampires had been disguised as bodies for the man to be moving.
I hauled what remained of the body out of the hole, thankful that there wasn't enough blood left in it to give it a chance to rot much. I pitched the corpse into the waters on the far side of the small dock on the island for the local fauna to enjoy. Luckily there was a small boat tethered to the dock that I took back to our camp.
"I found a boat," I called out as I approached the shore. "I mean, it isn't much of a boat. I'm pretty sure it's leaking a little. But it's a boat nonetheless and should get our stuff over to a hidey-hole I found on the island where we can spend the night, safe and sound."
Lydia gave a bemused smile as she offered me my equipment. I tossed my things onto a dry seat in the boat before hopping off and washing down in the water. I didn't feel like getting mud and corpse-matter on the inside of my armour and figured I'd be dry enough to get dressed once we were back at the island.
"Any plans on what we're to do once we make it back to Whiterun?" my housecarl asked as we finished loading up.
"Lydia, if I actually start to make plans for the things I do you'll be the first to know, I assure you," I said and laughed openly when she rolled her eyes at me. Whatever adventures we ended up getting to when we returned, I was happy that I'd probably be having them with my trusted housecarl.

A/N: This wrapped itself up quite nicely, I have to say. At least as far as ease of writing it went. The other seven pages that were kind of a pain in the ass, though.
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