I shivered slightly as the ice winds blew over, making the small mountain flowers sway violently before stilling once more. Snow gathered at their roots, making the vibrant colors so much more brighter despite the moonlight. For a moment, the briefest of moments, the cold winds felt good against my heated skin, my nord blood keeping me from truly being cold, regardless of what weather I was standing in. I threw my head back, enjoying the way it felt, staring up. The sky was clear with millions of stars, with splashes of green and pink, and an ice blue, with the massive moon lighting up the world below it.
But something felt wrong. So terribly wrong. I could feel a sense of...foreboding. My mind raced as my sapphire blue eyes darted around the clearing. They narrowed when they saw a mountain. I lived no where near any mountains...but then again, neither did it snow where I lived in Cyrodiil. Only on the boarders shared with...
...Skyrim...
That's where I was. The cold air, the supposed Nord's Land. Skyrim was surrounded by mountains, and was mostly covered in snow. I took a deep breath, relishing as the ice air filled my lungs. It was refreshing compared to Cyrodiil's heat filled, stagnant air.
The revelation did nothing, however, to dampen the foreboding that worsened in my gut.
"Vincent..." Whispered on the wind, and the feeling spread to my chest, and as I heard my name echoing around me again, it closed my throat, making my heart start erratically beating against my breast. Why was I still standing here?
I had no answer, as I forced my lead legs to move forward. I could hear a stream nearby. I strode towards it, my head now starting to pound viciously. I reached forward to touch a flower, only to realize that my hand was violently shaking.
But I had no time to dwell on it, as I heard something...faint. Almost out-drowned by the sound of running water. I ignored it, in favor of attempting to regain my breaths, which were coming in short little gasps now. I couldn't breathe. I tried to reach down, to touch the water, but my hands were met with nothing as I was suddenly back in the clearing. No. In a clearing, as it was not the same one I was in moments ago. My mind, for the briefest of moments wondered, how? But I immediately forgot as my knees buckled, one of my hands snapping out to catch myself. A distressed sound leaving my lips as the motion jarred my entire body.
There it was again. That sound...was it wings? Why did it stand out? Why was it so silent in this damn forest that I could hear the faint sound of wings? There was a high chance of it being nothing but a damn bird! Past my heavy breathing, however, I could hear the wingbeats getting closer. And the closer they got...the louder they got, therefore I could hear how massive they sounded. There was no way it was a bird.
Still on my knees, I managed to look skyward, and immediately wished I hadn't. There, hovering on the massive black wings, was a nord-looking being. It can't be a nord, nords do not have wings. I hissed at myself mentally. He had black hair that appeared long, but did not reach his shoulders, spiked up in the front. His arm was extended, griping a nearby tree branch, his muscles rippling as his fingers wrapped around the bark of the branch. His chest was bare, with dark trousers adorn his hips, that was all. Nothing else. I could see, even from my position on my knees, that he had a cocky smirk on his face.
I closed my eyes, my heart pounding impossibly fast, before I was suddenly sprawled out on my back. I opened my eyes, wide with shock, as the winged-man was suddenly on top of me, trapping my hips with his thighs as he straddled me, capturing my wrists in a single moment as well, pinning them above my head. Shock coursed though me, causing me to tug at the hand hold my wrists, and thrash under him in an attempt to get him off of me to no avail to my dismay. I let out a soft cry as I realized why I had this sickening feeling inside me. It was because of this...man.
For once, I cursed my smaller structure. I was not the average beefy nord. No, I was smaller, more...feminine as my father would scathingly say. I could not fight this man above me, especially since I was still shaking so damn hard.
His hand holding mine down tightened, as his other came up between our chests in the shape of a strange claw, almost as if he was gripping something. A light formed in his palm, swirled for a moment before it shone even brighter, expanding and taking shape of a dagger. He twirled the dagger between his fingers for a moment, before looking back down at me, and bringing the blade back. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the oncoming pain of dagger piercing skin.
I was instead met with the sound of fabric tearing and the sudden feeling of the cool air on my now bare torso. No! I kicked my legs out, attempting to throw him off me, but everything I did seemed to be nothing to him. I let out a cry as I felt the blade press against my thigh as he cut through the leather encasing said thigh. The blade was suddenly gone, my eyes snapping open, and he was leaning down over me once again, his lips pressing against mine. I took in a shocked breath through my nose, clenching my jaw. His hand came up, cupping my jaw with his thumb resting on my chin. He gently pried my clenched teeth apart, his tongue sliding past my lips. I made a move to bite down, but his thumb kept my teeth from even connecting. He pulled away, running his nose along my jaw. His lips were pressed against my ear, nuzzling for a moment before his voice washed over me.
"Why do you fight me, Dovahkiin?" He purred, his voice rumbling in an unfamiliar accent, my heart lurching at the sound. I didn't answer, shutting my eyes tightly. There was a moment where both of his hands came up to where he held my wrists, then pulled fully away. He had bound them, somehow restraining them against the ground.
It was at this moment that I realized, however, that the sickening feeling I had felt, that immobilized me so completely that I was taken over easily...was gone. I felt nothing but the man above me, as he went back to tearing at my leather trousers, moving so he sat in-between my legs.
When he was done, he ran a hand over my chest, sliding down towards my hip, before coming back up to caress my side. His hand stilled on my side, the other gripping my thigh, his fingers gently rubbing in circles. As his deep voice rumbled at me, with a soft 'Shhh,' and my body unconsciously relaxed, my harsh breathing evening out. I knew that I should keep fighting, but a strange voice whispered in the back of my mind; why? His larger, rough hand slid up my side, his thumb grazing over a nipple. He bent down, his tongue following his thumb. I gasped, my back arching against my will as he continued his way upwards, biting down roughly on my neck, and as I cried out, I felt another pain, but was unable to pinpoint where because of the throbbing in my neck.
The winged-man lapped at the bite, a strange purring sound coming from his chest. He pressed forwards, his lips meeting mine once more, his tongue lapping against mine, but I refused to move it, just letting him do what he wanted. I could not control how my body reacted to his administrations. I felt hot and flushed, the cold wind blowing through helping on a small level. I panted past his lips as the heat spread towards my hips.
Then, pleasure shot through me, radiating from my back side and shooting up my spine. I cried out as I retched my lips away from his, my hips bucking. It shot through me again, stars flashing behind my closed eyelids. What was...
I suddenly felt...empty. Like something was gone that...I then cried out again as a pain I've never felt before seared through me. It felt like I was being ripped in half, my eyes actually filling with tears that spilled over as my hands clenched into fists, my nails digging, and breaking, into the skin of my palm as I tugged at the restrains.
Through the pain, I realized what had happened. When the pleasure hit, I failed to notice his hand that was holding my thigh had disappeared, when the man above me bit, he was using his fingers to...My throat closed off suddenly, that I could barely breath. He kept pushing forward, until I felt him pressed flush against my thighs. The pain didn't seem like it was ever going to end, and although I did not want this, I found myself grateful that he did not move. He stayed still.
My eyes snapped open looking for something to focus on so wasn't only thinking about the pain, and I locked gazes with his. Oh. His eyes were so red, and glowing. Everything left my mind at the sight, his deep voice rumbling through me, making me relax. His strange accent washed through me, and once again, my body relaxed to it, forcing me to go lax in his hold rather than the rigid posture I had moments before. I whimpered softly as the pain raged on for another moment before it lessened, only just enough to be noticeable. He shifted, ever so slightly, his voice rumbling through me, cooing and purring at me.
He pulled out just a little, pushing forward after a small pause. When he pushed forward, however, whatever he hit with his fingers had been struck once again, making my entire body jerk, my legs kicking out and knocking something over, a strange liquid spilling over my thigh, before I wrapped my legs around his waist. A moan broke through my lips, as the pain completely disappeared, the tingles still running down my back as he pulled out again and pushed forwards, pressing against it again.
I was shocked for a moment when I realized that I wanted him to move faster, that what he was currently doing was not enough. Even more shocked that I was now tugging at my restrains again, but not to get free and fight him. No, I wanted to touch him. A cry left my lips as he picked up his pace, rocking more harshly against my hips. I kept tugging at whatever was holding my wrists, feeling it pulling at the skin there. I looked up, seeing his gaze drawn to above my head. He gave another thrust, before stilling, his hand still holding my hip tightly. I cried out, bucking my hips against his attempting to get him to move again, when I felt my wrists become free. When the binding fell away, he started moving again, and that pleasure burst through me. One hand had curled around the arm that was he was using to hold himself up, whilst the other dug into the cold earth.
Everything seemed to still for a moment, as something that had been building up exploded. Everything went fuzzy, the trees, the mountain, even the sky. But I could still see the red of his eyes, above me, getting closer. I felt something, as if something had touched my neck, but I did nothing, content with just laying there. Two large black shadows appeared on either side of the glowing red, coming down to envelop me. I shut my eyes as I was engulfed completely.
I sat up suddenly, wondering what just happened. Looking around my cabin in Cyrodiil, I realized that I was extremely tired. Wait, didn't I just wake...My eyes widened as I remembered the dream I had. I shook my head, a hand moving up to run through my hair, but something caught my attention. My wrist was red, as if it had been rubbed against something, I quickly checked my other wrist as well, finding the same thing. Did I lay on them? The feeling of them being forced above my head had me quickly denying it. That was just a dream, a very messed up dream.
A sting on my neck had me changing my thought process, as I brought my hand up, ignoring the red wrist, and rubbed at my neck, thinking it was just a bite of a bug or something. Only to stare in shock as my hand had blood coating my fingers. I went to lurch out of my bed, but I collapsed on the floor as my legs had buckled, my backside protesting heavily against moving.
Everything then exploded in pain, my shoulder, which I could feel the blood now dripping down, staining my tunic. My stomach rolled at remembering that feeling that had come before the winged-man did. Tears filled my vision as my head started to pound. Was the dream actually a dream? Or had it actually happened?
However, I was pulled out of my pity party by the sound of nails scraping on the wooden floor, a soft sniffling sound, and a tongue attacking me as paws found themselves in my lap. I couldn't help but smile through the unshed tears as Midnight woofed softly at me. "Hey. You hungry?" I asked the wolf, getting another lick. I quickly took a potion, before attempting to move. Luck seemed to not be on my side, as my healing potion supply had been diminished the night before, and my healing magic was not reliable, so the potion was to merely help with the pain. Looking in a small mirror, looking at the wound on my neck. As I now suspected, it was a bite, a large, twin crescent moons mirrored each other, at the base of my neck, extending over my shoulder. I quickly bandaged it up, using an offhand strip of fabric to wipe up the blood, before giving my wolf some rabbit legs. Midnight looked up at me with his amber eyes, not moving an inch towards the bowl.
I waited a moment, before saying, "Eat." He then tore into the meat. I sighed as the bone-deep tiredness seeped through me, leaving an ache in my eyes and my thoughts a little fuzzy. But I had work to do, my garden needed tending to, anything to keep my mind off the dream.
It was all for not.
Every night, for a week, did I dream of the same man. Yet, never in the same place, nor position. The moon lighting the sky one night, and the sun high above the clouds the next. And each time, that horrible feeling came before he makes his appearance, it lessened quicker, wasn't as strong as before. Then, I would give in faster, begging for him to not stop. I told myself that I did not like it, but my chest warmed when I thought of him.
I slumped uselessly against the bed, Midnight resting his head against the bed, looking at me with his large amber eyes. I needed to either go hunting, or go into town to get more supplies, but, even if I had a horse, I would not be making it very far. I was too fatigued, as these blasted dreams took everything out of me.
So as I laid down, the sun just starting to disappear behind the trees, I blacked out, awaiting for another dream to come forth, not willing to even act like I didn't want it to happen. I waited.
And waited.
Until I opened my eyes to check how far the sun had gone down, as it had felt like I'd been laying here for hours. Only to jump as I realized that I was not even in my cabin. I could feel the cold Skyrim air wash over me, and even with my nord blood, I shivered. There was a mass of heat behind me, and I pressed against it, looking up at the beautiful night sky. But the view was cut off as his wings came forth and curled around me, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist. I waited for that blasted feeling to come, but it never came, all I felt was relaxed. I could feel rough hands gliding down my body, however, fingers curling and stroking my sides. I was turned over gently, my head being cradled against his chest, listening to the rumble of his breathing. I attempted to sit up, as it had looked like he was merely sleeping, but the growl that echoed around me had me stilling once more.
But, with a soft sigh, I relaxed, unwilling to fight anymore. Then, as the thought of not fighting ran through my mind, there was a loud crashing sound, like boulders colliding into each other making the ground shake, before everything felt better. I didn't feel the need to fight anymore. I was able to fully relax into the warm hold, letting my eyes slip close.
I drifted into a dark world where I was floating, neither asleep, nor awake. I could feel both the warmth of the dream, and the pressure of Midnight across my legs. I could hear the breeze outside the window, but also the accented voice of the man, murmuring "Come to me. Come to Skyrim." Purred into my ear over and over.
How could I go to Skyrim for someone who was a mere dream? He didn't even have a name!
"Alduin." A soft whine left my lips as that voice rumbled softly. Alduin. The named rolled around my mind, wondering why it sounded familiar. But I stopped thinking all together as his hand hooked under my knees, curling me into his chest as I went back to drifting in the darkness.
I was jerked out of the peaceful darkness when the sunlight from the window shone on my face. Every part of me yearned to go to Skyrim, but how did I know whether or not that it was actually true, and not just a figment of my imagination? Was I truly more lonely then I originally thought? I hadn't even actually thought about being lonely, I was perfectly happy at living alone with my wolf in the middle of nowhere, as I was not a people person. But, the ache in my chest...
What harm would it do? For the first time in a week, I finally felt good. I wasn't tired. So, with a soft sigh, I swung my legs over the bed, standing up straight, and started to move around my cabin, packing a large satchel. I looked out to my garden, it would be fine. It took a while for anything to grow. Even if it was nothing more than my imagination, I could come back to this cabin.
A soft 'woof' had me looking down into those large amber eyes. I smiled softly at Midnight, reaching down to pet his head. "We're going to Skyrim."
I never explained this fully in the previous version, and this time i'm not going to mention it, i don't think.
The 'crashing' sound that Vincent hears is Alduin denying the prophecy, and taking the Dragonborn as a mate instead, which is why Jynx was called
Another thing i never got to mentioning, is that, from the very beginning, it was Vincent GoldenHilt. He is a descendant from Gormlaith Golden-Hilt, one of the original three that sent Alduin forward in time. In the story, she had a child before she was Killed by Alduin, and so-on. Jynx is also the descendant of Hakon One-Eye, the second of the original three. This is how they are dragonborn.