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Spy in the Guild	By : TheQuietOne Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Oblivion Views: 3075 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The Elder Scrolls, Oblivion (TES IV), and the characters are the property of Bethesda softworks, and not mine. I make no income from this story, or the aformentioned intelectual property.

Chapter List
- 1-Spy in the Guild
- 2-All Exposed
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Hi all, Second post ever today.
Wrote this yesterday in one sitting, it turned out to be one of those stories that wrote itself, and only needed me to hit the keys. Have only proof read it once, so I do apologise if the grammar or wording could be better, or if spell check did something annoying like turn 'licke' into lick instead of like (or vise versa).
Anyway, incase the description wasn't clear enough (damn word limits), this is written with a male player who is a vampire being the agressor, and I haven't defined him beyond being: Male, a vampire, haveing blue eyes, and being one of the human races. The rest is open for interpretaion. As for Myvryna, in game she is a very old, very ugly Dunmer, so for the sake of this fic I'm pretending she is younger and more attactive (but still a Dunmer).
So then, without furthr adue, enjoy

Myvryna Arano lay in her bed, thinking over what she had just heard Armand Christophe tell that rookie. The Bust of Llathasa? Someone had actually commissioned the guild to steal it? She had no idea why someone would want the bust of the recently deceased countess. Looks wise she had been nothing special, and it's not like the bust itself would be easy to re-sell. In the end, I suppose that there could be men who wished she could have been their wife, or more accurately, wanted to be her husband the count. And there could have been woman who admired her, or wanted to be her. It's probably either some day-dreamer who wants it, or a hoarder.
But it was not the guilds place to ask such questions, just to steal the item and take the money. And there would be a lot of money involved. The bust was a high profile item, being kept under watch, so despite the fact Armand had sent a rookie to do this, he would be milking the client for all they were worth.
Armand would likely still be standing watch in Dareloth's garden, waiting to see if any other members needed his services, so she would not sneak off to tell Lex right now. In fact, it was late, she was tired, and it would take that rookie at least a day to reach Cheydinhal. She pulled her thick blanket up around her naked body tighter, loveing the feel against her skin, and decided that she would tell Lex in the morning after a good night’s sleep. He would give her another small purse of gold, and she could buy another luxury item, perhaps a duck down pillow?
There was a momentary cold draft, then she heard her doors latch close. Great, that stupid Orc has come crawling back after leering at that married sow he's so fond off. "I've told you Uzul, I don't want you sneaking back in here after you've been pining over Umog-" A cold metal clad hand clamped over her mouth just as she was sitting up.
She looked on in terror, that wasn't Uzul, it was the Rookie that was sent after the Bust! What in the world was he doing here?
Once he caught her eyes, she couldn't look away, she was trapped in those icy blue orbs as her mind slowly froze. Why was he here? What was going on? What had she been doing? Her thoughts became hazier and hazier as he stared at her.
He released her mouth, and she just stared blankly at him, unable to form the thoughts to realize she should move. "You were eavesdropping as Armand gave me my assignment, why?" He said coldly.
The words flowed easily from Myvryna's mouth, answering his question was the only thing clear in her mind. "I'm spying for Hieronymus Lex. He wants anything that will let him put Armand away or shut the guild down." She couldn't even comprehend that she had just exposed herself, the only clear thoughts in her head were answering what he asked.
A smile tugged at the rookies face. "A spy, huh? For how long"
"Years. Ever since I was accepted, I've been working for Lex. It has taken a long time for them to trust me, so I've only been feeding information to Lex for the last six months or so."
The rookie never broke his gaze, but he quietly took in her house. Despite all her possessions looking cheap, they were all new. Even from here, he could tell some of them were not cheap at all, like the thick grey woolen blanket he now sat upon. For a Waterfronter, she had a very comfortable life. "How old are you, Myvryna?"
"Three hundred and twenty one."
He nodded. "So, you're roughly equivalent to a thirty two year old human. For an elf, you're still young." One of his gauntlet clad hands rested upon her chest, and began to assessing squeeze one of her breasts through her blanket. "You are a traitor to your own people, and traitors need to be punished."
He brought his face as close to hers as he could without breaking his gaze, and his eyes became red. "Now Myvryna, listen very carefully. You will not remember anything that happens from when you heard me enter, until after I leave. You will not remember the door opening, you will not remember our little talk about you being a spy, and you will not remember what is about to happen, not unless I tell you too. You will not leave this shack until I have left, and you will not raise you voice above normal until I have left, the louder you intend to say something, the quieter it will be. Now then." He smiled an evil one sided grin, showing a fang.
He finally broke the gaze, and Myvryna’s wits came flooding back to her. Oh Gods, he's a vampire, he just hypnotized me into telling him everything. I need to get out of here.
His influence was gone now, and she launched herself off her bed to the door, her hand firmly clasped the latch. And nothing. "What!?" She stared at her hand confused, she couldn't force herself to lift the latch. She changed hands, and it was the same, she just couldn't make her muscles move the way she wanted. She went to call out. "Help! Someone, I'm being attacked!" But her words came out as a whisper.
Oh gods, he had told her not to leave and to not be loud. Even though she was now completely aware of what was going on, she was still a slave to his hypnosis. Oh no, he had also told her that she would forget... but does that mean that she would still be alive when he left?
She slowly turned to face him. He was still sitting on the side of her bed, an evil grin that displayed his fangs beaming up at her. "What do you want?" She whimpered.
He stood, and removed his gauntlets. "Just some company for a little while. Do not look so concerned, I do not intend to kill you. Your fate is up to the guild."
The look in his eyes filled her with dread. Her arms quickly wrapped around her naked body, shielding what she could from his view, as she pressed herself into the door behind her.
He stood before her, looking down upon her. He lifted some of her silver hair, normally styled in a tight bun above her head, but now let down while she slept, and took a deep breath of her locks. "Hmm, you still smell of Vvardenfell, of ash and smoke and fire, as do all Dunmer. But there’s more."
He leaned in closer to her taking long, deep breaths. "I can smell a man, an Imperial who leads a well fed and well groomed life. You have not bathed since the last time you two embraced. Is it Lex? Do you offer him your body when you have no information?" He leaned back and gave her that one sided evil grin again, the combination of his red eyes and fangs made her knees go weak.
She backed as far away from him as far as she could, quickly finding herself in the corner beside her door. "Please, don't. Please." She begged him, her voice coming out the volume she intended this time, little more than a whimper.
One hand cupped her face as he approached, it was colder than his gauntlet had been. His other hand wound around her back, and pulled her against his cold metal armour. He pressed her into the houses corner, his face hovering above her as she began to tremble. He leaned down, again breathing in her scent, before he put his mouth to hers and pushed his cold tongue between her lips.
"Mmmpf!" She tried to protest, to work her way out from under him, but he had her soft body pressed against him in an iron grip. His cold tongue probed inside her mouth, making her feel some combination of nausea and arousal. The hand that had held her face traveled down her chest, until it found the soft warm mass of her breasts, and began to kneed the flesh hard.
The tears streamed down Myvryna’s face. She had no idea how far he would take this, how far he could. She didn't know if vampires were still virile, and if they were, were they fertile? No one ever asked such questions, all you needed to know was vampires drink blood and spread disease.
Finally, he released her mouth. He smiled as he saw her gasping for breath, and the tear tacks down her face. "Now now, no need to be so shy, I can smell that you're not a virgin. Any elf who is three hundred and still a virgin has lead a very boring life, anyway."
He licked at the tears on her face, than kissed beside her mouth, than under her chin, than the top her neck, and slowly worked his way down. Oh gods, he's going to bite me now. She thought to herself, but he passed by the nape of her neck and kissed lower, down her chest, until his cold lips found her other breast.
He began to lick her nipple while his hand still massages the other side. The thought of what was happening to her made her sick, but her body was responding despite herself. She could feel the warmth slowly building between her legs, the slow ach in her groin disgusted her almost as much as him. He released his binding grip of her, and brought his other hand around to her front, now devoting all his attention to her breasts, moving his revolting cold mouth between the two. She could feel the sharp points of his fangs grazing over her flesh as he licked and sucked her breast, their presence making her so nervous that she dare not move, in case one of them should cut her. His hands released her fleshy mounds, and instead pulled her chest closer to him, slowly slipping down to her hips.
His mouth released her chest, and he pressed her into the wall, his hands pulling her hips right up against his. Right up against a swollen bulge his greaves could hardly contain. Dear Gods, no, not that, not from him. She whimpered, realizing that she would be penetrated tonight, that he could, and would take it that far. She tried to push him away, to retreat into the wall behind her as far as she could, but he only pressed against her more firmly.
Her whimpering and struggles delighted him, making that evil grin split his face. "Good, fight for all you worth. Women who just quietly take it are no fun, there's no challenge." He said before forcing his tongue into her mouth again. One of the hands that had cupped her arse was tracing the line of her hips, until it came to cup her crotch instead. Myvryna bucked and struggled, desperately trying to guard at least that one part of herself, but a solitary finger passed between her lips all the same. He released her mouth. "Hm, unfortunate, you're not as wet as I had hoped." He slid his finger between her lips, looking form more juices. "It's clear your body has responded, but not as strongly as it could have. Oh well, it will catch up eventual."
He began to toy with her clit, causing involuntary twitches from Myvryna. "No, please, no, not that." She sobbed, wiggling around desperately trying to evade his hand. He forced his mouth to hers again, his now familiar cold tongue trying to silence her own. His finger began to slide against her more easily, and crept towards her opening. "Mnnnnpf! Mpf! Mn!" She tried to protest, but his finger began to explore inside her anyway.
She had had enough! She closed her teeth as hard as she could, clamping down upon his tongue. He quickly drew his head away in pain, and she took the opportunity to break away from him, dashing to the other side of her shack. The window, perhaps she could force herself to climb through the window. But as her hand rested upon the latch, she realized it was the same as her door, she could not leave.'
She turned again to face him. Terror and rage bubbling inside her. Myvryna was a coward, it was why she worked for Lex. She was not brave, she did not feel bound by honor, and she was not a fighter. But what this monster was going to do to her, what it had already done, the violation, indignation and humiliation boiled away inside her now that the terror of its proximity was not obliterating her thoughts. She may have been a coward, but she was also one for logic, it was why she worked for Lex. She knew that she could live a far easier and more comfortable life as a spy than she could ever hope to as a thief, which went five times over for honest work. She knew this beast had her trapped, that she could not overpower it, and that it wanted her body.
The monster was wiping its mouth, and grinning at the blood on its hands. It looked up, its eyes filled with lust and desire, the teeth displayed by its grin were tinted red by its own blood. "Bravo, little elf. Not many are brave enough to bite a vampire." He straightened up, and began to kick his boots off and undo the clasps of his armour, the pauldrons being the first pieces to clatter to the floor.
"Wait." Myvryna said, her voice shaking only slightly. The monster quizzically cocked his head to the side, waiting for her to continue. She took a deep breath. "Please, don't take this any further. I'm sorry I was spying for Lex, I promise I won't tell him anything else. No, even better, I'll spy on him for the guild instead. I'll go to Armand right now, and tell him everything about me, and ask him what lies he wants me to tell Lex. You've proved your point." She was trembling, unsure how much this monster cared about the guild, how much such an offer would mean to it.
The grin that split his face devolved into him laughing hysterically. "You think traitors really get off so lightly? That if you say sorry, and promise to change, that absolves your crimes? And what's more, you think that I am doing this just for the guild? I have no intention of revealing your traitorous nature to Armand, if he cannot figure you out on his own, than he deserves to be thrown in jail, it just proves he was not fit to be a doyen in the first place."
Myvryna took a step back, retreating further into the kitchen side of her shack. "Then why?"
The monster unfastened the last ties and the belt of his cuirass, lifting it over his head as he approached her, his snow white well-muscled chest now free of the armour, and the bulge in his grieves no longer being concealed by the cuirass's apron. "Because I haven't had a good fuck in a while, and your someone despicable enough for me to do this to." He begun to loosen the belt of his greaves.
"W-wait." Myvryna stuttered again, but was ignored this time as he freed his legs of his greaves. "I-I let you bite me. I won't fight back at all. I'll do anything you want, just please, don't..." She stared at the bulging cloth wrapped around his groin to stop his armour chaffing. Under that cloth, she imagined there would be the most hideous and terrifying thing upon Nirn.
He stood three paces from her, almost as naked as she, his snow white skin a stark comparison against her ashen grey. "Let me bite you? Not fight back? Do you pay no attention, little elf? If I didn't want you to fight, I would have told you not to." He undid the tie at his waist, and the last piece of his attire fell away.
She stared at it, utterly perplexed. It wasn't a dried out shriveled vestige, and it wasn't a rotting lump of flesh, it wasn't pronged, or misshapen, or oozing blood, or any other horrible thing she had imagined in the last few minutes. It was a perfectly normal penis, so thoroughly erect that precum was weeping from the tip of the swollen length pointing upwards. And it was long, longer and thicker than any Myvryna had ever seen, accept for this one Orc she had met when she was ninety.
She instinctively turned her body away, covering her crotch with both her hand and legs. He stepped forward and she back, until she found another of her shacks walls. He placed his hands on the walls either side of her, leaning his face down to hers as she looked away. He took one final deep breath of her scent. "You can't even begin to imagine how good you smell. Fear, shame, guilt, rage, and the smallest hint of lust, all mixed in with the scent of Dunmer flesh and blood." He stepped in closer, pressing his cold body against her warm one, his cold hard shaft sticking into her thigh. He grabbed her by the jaw, and forced her to look back at his desire filled red eyes. "You like to make deals, so how about this. No matter how much you fight, or cry, or beg, I will fuck you. However, unless you want to chance getting pregnant-"
"What?" The small squeak escaped her mouth. Pregnant? He was actually fertile? Vampires could actually get women pregnant?
That grin tugged at his mouth. "Yes, pregnant, with a half Dunmer, half human, half vampire child. So, I won't cum inside your cunt, unless you want me to, but I will cum inside you. So, where else are you offering to let me fuck you?"
No, not pregnant. Not that. The rest of this she would forget, and then her belly would swell, and nine months later she would have a half monster child that she could not explain. No, not that. But what then? "I-I don't, I don't, under..." She trailed off, the thought of a child by him terrified her more than anything else he could do to her.
He held his face closer to hers, so close that she could smell his breath. It was cold and earthy, with just a hint of raw flesh. "It's simple. I either fuck you in the hole the Gods intended, and get you pregnant if this is the right time for you, or..." The hand that held her jaw traced her mouth. "I shove my cock in here when I'm almost done, and spill my seed down your throat. But there's also..." His other hand traced her spine, giving her shivers until it reached her behind, one finger slipping between her cheeks and rubbing her arse. "Right here. Faster for me to get to than your mouth, and much tighter than your cunt. Some women enjoy being fucked here, while others get so focused on the pain they don't realize how good it can be." The evil grin split his face, an evil light in his eyes.
Myvryna felt tears sting her eyes again. Here she was, naked with a naked vampire wrapped around her, his cold body pressed against hers, being given the choice of either falling pregnant, choking on his seed, or having her anus violated as well. "Please don't, please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
He sighed, and forcefully kissed her again to shut up her whimpering. He shifted his body, pushing his shaft between her legs, letting the cold thing rest pressed against her crotch. It wasn't throbbing, she absently noted. But why would it, he was a vampire, an undead, he had no body warmth, no heartbeat, so there would be no pulsing cock. There shouldn't have been an erection either, but it was still resting between her legs. He pulled her closer, causing her breasts to press against his chest, her hips to press against his, and slowly moved her from side to side, as if rubbing her against himself.
She pushed against his shoulders, desperately trying to gain her freedom, the shaft sliding around as he ground his hips against hers revolted her. But her body thought differently, the coldness of his touch was too wrong for her to feel truly aroused. But none the less, she felt hot and flushed, her crotch ached, her own juices were spilling onto his cock beneath her lips. If he was still trying to ready her, he had gotten as far as he could, her body was ready to be fucked, but she wanted no part of this. One of his hands released her hips, and trailed around to cup her crotch again. No, don't touch me there, not again, don't see that I'm ready. She desperately thought to herself, and began to close her jaw again.
Only he released her mouth before she could bite him again. "Tsk, tsk. Do you really think I would let you do that a second time?" Three cold fingers plunged between her lips and inside her, sliding in with ease. "Hmm, that's much better. Now then." Her wrapped his arms around her thighs and hoisted her up against him.
She called out in shock, and wrapped herself around him in fear of falling, his face being buried in her chest. She could feel his cock under her, pressing up against her, and it filled with dread over where it was about to go. She let go, and tried to push away from him, to make it back to the ground so she could run. He just smiled at her, and tossed her down on the table behind him, dragging her down so her legs were in the air, and forced his body between them.
His rested atop her mound, and rocked back and forth a few times, delighting in the horror and disgust that crossed her face. She groped about, her hands desperately searching for something, anything that could be used to fend him off with. Suddenly her fingers found something thin and cold, and closed around it. It was a fork, one of the new metal ones she had bought with her last payment. She swung her arm with as much force and speed as she could muster, aiming straight for the cold shaft resting against her. The thought if I miss, this will hurt briefly flashed through her mind, but she didn't care. She would burry this fork in him no matter what!
Until his hand casually caught her wrist, millimeters above her own leg, the soft flesh of her inner thigh right near her groin. He gave her a quizzical look. "Are you trying to take your own life? There is a large artery right here, if you had of severed it with that blow, you would be dead in minutes." He saw her face pale as she realized how very close she had come to dying. And that grin split his face. "Ah, I see, death was not your goal. Where you only trying to distract me? Or perhaps hit me? If so, you aim is terrible." He slipped the fork from her hand and threw it away, grabbing her wrist. He leaned down over her, forcing her to breathe his breath once more, and grabbed her other hand, holding them both just above her head with only one hand of his own. He grinned, displaying his fangs once again. "I guess I’ll need to protect you from yourself then. I already told you, I do not intend to kill you. I barely even intend to harm you at all."
His free hand traced its way down her body, finding its way to their crotches, to the cold hard shaft pressed between them, and guided it to her entrance.
Her mind went blank with panic. She hadn't told him not to cum inside her, she would get pregnant, she would have a half monster child, and she wouldn't know why. "Please, not there..."
He gave her one last grin, then forced his way inside her. Her back arched, in that first stroke he had fit nearly his entire length. His hand grabbed her hips, and pulled her closer as he slightly withdrew, and pushed in even further, all the way this time. She felt the hair of his loins before his cold pelvis pressed against her sensitive skin, his balls knocking against her arse. Tears welled in her eyes, and he grinned wider.
He began to slowly move his hips, drawing almost the entire way out, until only the head was still inside, then crashed back into her. He did this again, and again, causing her to jump in shock each time. That cold shaft stabbing into her felt wrong, it chilled her to her core, she couldn't stand it.
"Hmmm, I think you should be at your limit by now." He quietly breathed into her face, His eyes filled with more than just a lust for her body.
She chattered. "C-cold, s-so cold. Please, n-no more, m-make it stop." She could feel the cold seeping through her entire body, warring with the warmth of her own arousal, and winning.
He grinned yet again, his fangs seeming longer. "As you wish." Then buried his fangs in her neck.
She cried out, the sound being only a whisper instead of the scream she had meant. "No! Stop, please, it hurts!" She moaned, already feeling faint. But the strangest thing happened, as he drank her blood, the coldness went away. The body holding her down became less icy with each mouthful he swallowed, until the shaft inside was throbbing with the heat of a normal living male.
He released her neck, and grinned down at her, her blood dripping from the comers of his mouth, his teeth stained red. But his once snow white skin was now flushed pink, and she could swear she felt a heart beat pounding away against her own chest. "How...?" The word slipped through her lips.
He slowly began to move his hips again, doing little more than teasing her with his now hot cock. "Blood is not only our food source, but the very thing that gives us life. The longer we go without blood, the more like a corpse we become. And likewise, the more recently we've had blood, the more alive we seem." He hiked her even further down the table, slamming the full length of his cock insider hers so forcefully it made her gasp out from the sudden thrill. "See, this is much better now, right?"
She didn't answer, but her expression said it all, fear, desire, shame, arousal. He was no longer just a walking talking corpse, and so her body began to hunger for his without reservation. And he would give her body what it desired. He began to move his hips more steadily getting a good slow rhythm going, causing her table to rock and squeak from the movement. He watched as her face became flushed, the cock inside her just tickling her cervix each time.
She couldn't believe the difference. Had he really been that cold beforehand? With how hot he was now, it seemed impossible. She couldn't have been in so much discomfort before, not with how strongly her traitorous body was responding now. She started to move her own hips in time with him, but stopped as soon as she realized. Remember what is going on. He is raping you. He is a vampire that just bit you, has been violating and molesting you, and is now raping you. Do not give in to your base instincts, do not give into pleasure and forget you don't want this, do not give him that satisfaction.
He was beginning to breathe more heavily, straight in her face. But his scent had changed, he didn't smell like cold damp earth anymore, but more musky like a living man. The smell of her own blood was also strong on his breath, turning her stomach. But strangely, his eyes were now that ice blue again, and she couldn't see fangs in his open mouth.
He leant down and kissed her yet again, the taste of her own blood causing her to gag. But it didn't last long, and soon she was left with only his warm sweet tasting tongue stroking her own. She began stroke his back, her hips starting to move against his again. She almost didn't care anymore, this was going to happen whether she let it or not, so she may as well enjoy it.
NO! She forced her head to the side, breaking the kiss. "No, I will not give in."
His surprise quickly spread to a grin. "Not give in? You think this is a contest of will? What, are you afraid that the Nine will damn your soul if enjoy yourself with a vampire? Or is this a matter of pride? Whatever your reasons, they are all just as futile as the next. The consequences of this coupling will be the same regardless, and you will not remember that you held firm, or that you gave in. You may as well enjoy this while it lasts."
The warmth in her groin was growing more and more distracting, her vagina being repeatedly stretched by his cock was taking a toll on her rational mind. "I will know, and I will not."
He only grinned wider, and drastically increased his speed, forcing in and out of her as hard and fast as he could. He felt her clench up around him, her legs wrapping around his waist, her body writhing beneath him. Then he stopped dead.
Myvryna lay there panting, it had only lasted a few moments, but it had been intense. She slowly opened her eyes, his cock was still buried all the way inside her, his balls still slightly bouncing against her from the violent movements. Why had he stopped? She was almost there, almost came, and he just stopped. The orgasm was slipping away from her now, nothing more than an ache stretched around him. She glanced up at him, saw his evil grin, and turned back into a writhing heap as he did it again.
She could feel the moans escape her lips, formless sounds of approval. Then he stopped, just when she was on the edge again. A small whimper escaped her lips as she pleadingly looked up at him, and only just then realized what she was about to do. She had almost begged him to keep going, to pound her harder and faster until she came. She turned away, disgusted with herself, and heard him chuckle.
He began to move slowly now, maddeningly slow, so slow he may as well not move at all. Until his free hand settled upon her clit once more. Her back arched and she groaned loudly the instant he touched her there, the words "Yes, more." Slowly escaping her lips as he continued to toy with her.
"More? You want to cum, right?" Even with her eyes tightly closed, she could hear the evil grin in his voice.
Words were too difficult, so she just vigorously nodded instead. She began to thrust her hips towards him as hard as she could, if he would not go faster, than she would. Then he pulled out of her entirely, releasing every hold he had upon her.
She lay on her table all alone, desperate to have his warm touch back, to finish what he had started. She sat up and went to chase him, once her only thoughts had been to escape, now they were to chase.
"Wait." He bade her, his hand resting against her chest.
Her eyes went down to his cock, still hard, and slick from her cunt. "Please, I want it, I want you. I don't care now, just let me come." She whined, pushing past him to lay her own hands on his cock.
He grinned wider. "And you will." He threw her back onto the table, this time face down. He pulled her back so her crotch was out in the air, and mounted her from behind. Myvryna let out a loud moan of approval as he forcefully entered her once again, and took up the same steady pace as before. They continued like this for longer than she thought a man could last, she was almost losing her mind from the slow building of her orgasm. But gradually his pace quickened, sending himself deeper and deeper inside her, nocking against her cervix. She clawed at the table under her, as if trying to find a handle for her to grasp. She pushed back onto him as hard as she could each time he sent a violent thrust forward. Oh yes, almost there, just a little harder, a little faster, send me over the edge!
He gave a few hard violent thrust, and Myvryna exploded inside, melting into the table under her. Oh, that was a good orgasm. She thought to herself, her body still twitching from the enormousness of it.
She had clenched down on him so hard when she came, he had had to fight against cumming himself. Now the limp puddle of an elf lay on the table, her cunt still twitching around him. He leaned down and lay atop her, to whisper in her ear. "Now then, time to choose. Where shall I find release?"
Now that the haze of her arousal and desires was fading, she remembered with full horror what was going on. And was still happening, she could feel the hard pulsing shaft still resting within her, and that is not where she wanted it to stay. Her voice was a low ragged whisper. "I, I... Can't that have been enough?" She pleaded back up at him. "You made me give in, you made me want you. That's all you really wanted, isn't it? To overpower me and make me do what you wanted?"
He could have laughed at her. "Really? You really think that all I wanted was control? Control is good, for sure, it turns me on almost as good as the blood of a horny wench, but what I really want is to fuck you. And you think I'm gonna just stop now that I'm on the edge of release? Just because I’m more practiced at controlling me desires, does not mean I am any less their slave than you, who was a bitch in heat not five minutes ago. If you will not tell me where to cum, than I can shove my cock up your arse, then down your throat, than back in your cunt, and see if I expire along the way. But if I make it back to your cunt, I'll stay there until your womb is full of my seed."
"N-no, please, not there. Just not there. Take me wherever you want, just not there." She turned back away from him, hanging her head in defeat.
He silently sighed to himself. "Fine then, I'll try all your holes until I find my favorite, but if I like your cunt best, that is where I'll stay. Like you said, I'll take you where I want." He slid his cock from her once again, her juices running down his shaft to mingle with his pubic hair, and even dripped down to his balls. Myvryna jerked as he shoved fingers in her cunt, coating them in her juices, which he then whipped against her arse.
She hung her lower, and bit her cheek. This is almost over, I've already disgraced myself by giving in, and the only way he could make this worse is if he actually got me pregnant. So I just have to wait until he is done, and hope he doesn’t make me pregnant anyway. I would be fertile right now, I should bleed again in two weeks, meaning right now my womb is ready to receive a child. If he comes inside me, I know I'll fall pregnant. I hope this won't hurt too much, he said some women enjoy a cock in their arse, but that others can't get past the pain.
He stuck his fingers in her cunt again, and this time slowly pushed those slick fingers inside her anus, feeling her cringe and twitch. "Loosen up a little, the more you work yourself up, the harder you will clench, and more it will hurt." He felt her anus begin to jerkily relax around his fingers, every now and then a small twitch coming through. He mopped up as much of her juice as he could, coating her arse and anus as thoroughly as he could. He was now starting to come back from the edge, he wouldn't blow his load the second he entered her now, he could enjoy her arse for some time if he chose. He looked at her, her rear end hanging limply from the table while her top end was almost tying itself in a knot from dread. He couldn't help but laugh.
Myvryna gave a startle squeal as he threw her over his shoulder, and put her down on her new thick rug. She stared up at his icy blue eyes, utterly confused. He wound a hand through her loose hair, and brought her to her knees, resting the tip of his cock against her lips.
"I've decided to be nice. I will let you suck me before I fuck your arse." He said with a grin. "Well, go on, I'm waiting."
Myvryna looked down at the head pressed against her lips, cloudy precum weeping from the end. The taste made it between her lips, and she gagged. She collapsed to the floor, coughing as she had inhaled her own saliva while gagging.
He rolled his eyes and hauled her back upright, with her head firmly in his grasp he shoved his cock into her mouth. He felt her gagging again, her body convulsing and contorting slightly, but ignored her and began to rub his cock on her tongue. But Myvryna continued to gag, and was now fighting her own body to breath. By the divines, he hadn't even tried to throat fuck her yet, and she was already suffocating. He let go of her hair, and she fell to the ground coughing and spluttering.
He squatted in front of her. "That's unfortunate, with a gag reflex that strong, your body would starve itself of air before I came anywhere close to release. Oh well, guess we go back to the other hole."
While she was still trying to catch her breath, he grabbed her hips and jerked her onto all fours. He wet his fingers in her cunt one last time, coating her arse, then spread her cheeks and lined himself up.
Myvryna forced herself to stop coughing as she felt his head against her anus. She held her breath, both terrified of and anticipating his next movement. He pressed against her, slowly sinking inside her. She cringed, it did hurt, and the further in her went the more it hurt. There was no resistance though, he had put her juices to good use. Further and further in he slowly sank, until his pubic hairs were tickling her cheeks. He pulled out slightly and pushed back in, making her wince. "Just remember little elf, the harder you clench, the more pain you'll be in." He started to rock back and forward slowly, letting her anus open up.
She grabbed handfuls of the carpet under her, her back arching. All she had to do was endure this until he came, and then it would be over. He would not expose her, and she would forget all about him and what he had done with her. She only needed to be strong for him a little longer.
He began to move faster, and she drew in a sharp breath. He smiled to himself, he had her exactly how he liked them, hating him while at the same time desiring his touch and approval. He rested his hands upon her cheeks and spread them wider, watching as he moved in and out of her anus. The warmth and tightness were wonderful, he could quite happily cum here, he decided. He gave her a sudden violent thrust, pushing himself in as far and as hard as he could.
"Ah!" Myvryna cried out, her arms buckling under her. Was he trying to test her limits? She began to push herself up again, when he leaned down over her.
"No, stay down there." His hips wrapped around her backside with each thrust, his body weighing down upon hers. She wanted to relax into the embrace and just be held by him. Let him stick his cock in her arse if that's what it takes to be held like this, it was hurting less now anyway. She bent as far forward as she could for him, sticking her arse up and out as far as she could.
He began to fuck her arse harder, his balls bouncing against her wet lips. She dropped her head and moaned. By the gods, that felt good, better than she could have thought possible. The pain didn't bother her now, not if it meant she could feel this. "Yes, harder." She moaned, feeling a second orgasm begin to build.
He grabbed her head and tilted it back to face him. She knew what he was about to do, he almost had a compulsion to kiss when she spoke, so she pressed her lips against his instead, beating him to the punch. He was only mildly surprised, before he welcomed her tongue into his mouth for a change. His thrusting slowed as he became distracted by the long kiss, but Myvryna didn't mind, his mouth felt good and tasted sweet. She learned his mouth quickly, and found that the longer her tongue was in there, the more obvious his fangs became. She turned away, and pushed back against his hips, rubbing her penetrated arse against his groin, asking for more. Which he happily gave.
He fired away forcefully, slapping his groin and balls against her each time he plunged as far inside her as he could reach. Myvryna moaned into the thick rug under her face, her hands finding their way to her lips to stroke her clit. Gods, it didn't get better than this. She wanted this to last as long as it could, because when he came he would leave, and she would forget about this incredible sex.
He let his head nuzzle into her neck, his mouth resting against the place where he had bitten her, tasting the blood still on her skin. She let go of her own loins and lifted herself off the ground a little, enough to properly expose her neck to him, and pressed his head against her.
As his fangs pierced her flesh again, her mind went blank as her groin spasmed. She was cumming even harder than the first time. His bite was a lot like his cock in her arse, if you only focused on the pain, you missed how good it could feel. And by the Gods, that was the best way to finish that she could imagine. She felt him give a few last savage thrusts before her own spasms made him cum as well, his seed flooding her bowls in a few thick hot spurts. He let her neck go, and she could have cried at the loss of his fangs.
"Well done, little elf. I've needed a good fuck like that since The Blades let me escape prison."
Myvryna was content right now, content to lie there under him with the warmth he stole from her pressing down upon her. "In three hundred years, I've never done anything that good. How many girls have you done this too?" She wanted to feel the rumble of his chest atop her again.
"Many, many girls, and some boys too. I have even been the one to receive the cock with some of my more enthusiastic male partners. Not many i force hold out as long as you did, but most are eager to be rid of me once their minds clear. But you? Even after your first orgasm was gone, you didn't cringe away from me, as much as you cringed from the idea of becoming pregnant, or anal sex. And I have never had any I forced who willingly lay in an embrace like this once we are finished." He whispered the last into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
"Are you saying I'm special? That you'll remember me?" The idea pleased her, but she became sad that she would not remember this.
He chuckled. "Special? Every man and woman wants to be told that they were special, that they stood out. And every partner does, in their own way. I remember everyone I have every lay with, from those who willingly offered their bodies and blood for an entire nights worth of fucking, to the quick dirty feedings and rapes in back alleys. Even if I never learn their name, I don't forget them, and I won't forget you either."
Her ego shrank with his words. She had not been that special then, he would remember her, but not because she was special.
He finally untangled himself, pulling his now mostly flaccid cock from her anus. He rolled her on to her back, she pulled him down on top of her. She wanted to embrace him for as long as she could, to have their skin touching. But he only pulled away and stood, offering to help her to her feet.
She unsteadily clambered up, unintentionally falling against him. He gave her a bemused sigh, rolling his eyes at her. "Clearly, you have never been fucked like that before. Come on, let's get you back to bed."
He began to walk her the short distance back to her bed, but she just wanted to stand there and listen to his heartbeat, already slow and quiet. How long until it would stop? How long until his warmth faded, and he was once again a walking corpse? How long would her blood give him life? She had many questions, but knew he would only give her time for one. As he set her down under her blanket, she raised the nerve to ask. "Will I see you again?"
He let a surprised laugh escape his lips. "I suspect so, we are both members of the guild after all."
"No, I mean, will you ever let me remember this, right before we do it again?"
He sat on the edge of her bed, and leant forward. "We shall see, little elf. You are a traitor after all, and if Armand has half the skills to be a doyen, he should find you soon, if he hasn't already. By the time I've recovered the Bust, you may have already been run out of the Waterfront. Or you may still be here, silently spying for Lex. Who knows?"
Myvryna threw her arms around him. "Promise me that once you're done with the Bust, you'll come back here another night Uzul is busy pining after Umog, you'll let me remember tonight, and you'll show me more new ways to fuck. You can bite me as many times as you like."
His evil grin slid across his face, this one was proving to be a willing thrall. "How could I resist such an offer?" He leaned in to give her a final long kiss, then went about reassembling his armour. He paused in her open door, giving her one last grin, than left.
Myvryna lay in her bed, the most content she had been in years, though oddly sore. She lay there, and tried to work out why her backside hurt like that, before sleep clawed at her mind. Yes, sleep, in the morning she would tell Lex of Armand’s plan to have that stupid rookie steal the Bust of Llathasa, and get them all sent to jail.
At least she knew that was why she felt so satisfied.

And there we go. Half dreamed this when I was only half awake yesterday morning, and simply had to write it out, then thougt why not, may as well do some anonymous shareing too.
Might write a second, or even third part, but no promises. Please let me know what you think, even one reveiw could be enough to motivate me to write about the evening the 'Rookie' returns from Cheydinhal to find the Waterfront crawling with the watch.
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