Succubus Chap 1

Hello this is another story that includes a race mod, the succubus. I give all credit for making the mod to Nikitaa. I also give credit to wiikki for making Lilith's thorn and scythe. These three mods are excellent to use together. There are some mentions of my oblivion story, which is under construction as I feel it doesn't flow right, but any character from that time isn't going to make an appearance in this story. I don't own any of the mods or Skyrim. Now onto the story; rated for language and craziness. Enjoy~! I can beta stories now!

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I groaned as I woke to seeing a Nord in a blue cuirass, with blonde hair and blue eyes. I smirked in triumph but it fell as I saw that I was in a cart heading somewhere. I mentally growled. We finally found a way back to mundus and I was the one to head into mundus to see if anything happened while the others stayed back in case I failed my mission. As I mentally berated myself for being an idiot for helping those, what was it again…Ah, Stormcloaks. That's what they called themselves. The blonde Nord saw that I was awake and I glared at him for getting me in this mess but he ignored it.

"You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? You walked right into that imperial ambush, the same as us and that thief over there."

I looked over to a man in a rough spun outfit and had a lot of dirt on his face. I was repulsed by the dirt and his smell. He smelled foul and I have a powerful nose. The thief glared at the blonde Stormcloak.

"Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine till you came along. The empire was nice and lazy. If they haven't been looking for you, I would've stolen that horse and been half way to Hammerfell."

Then he looked at me.

"You there, you and me, we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the empire wants."

The blonde rolled his eyes at the statement.

"We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief."

An imperial driving the cart yelled at us.

"Shut up back there."

The thief ignored him and asked about the fancily dressed man. The blond Stormcloak took offense to that.

"Watch your tongue. You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true high king."

I was confused at that term. What is a high king? But the thief continued.

"Ulfric? Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. But if they captured you…Oh gods where are they taking us?"

The thief said as he got panicked. The blond Stormcloak turned his head to the front.

"I don't know we're going but Sovngarde awaits."

Again a term I don't know what the hell…Wait I remember Sanguine telling us about Sovngarde, it was the Nordic version of the dead. The thief was denying that he was going to… Fuck! If they die then I die too. This trip to mundus sucks to oblivion.

"Hey, what village are you from, horse thief?"

The horse thief turned his head to look at the blond.

"Why do you care?"

"A Nord's last thoughts should be of home."

"R-Rorikstead, I'm from Rorikstead."

I mentally groaned. I wouldn't be going to Sovngarde, I'm going back home to oblivion to tell Sanguine why I failed my mission. I heard the blond mention elves and thought of Sothena. Good friend, I wonder if she were killed when I was in oblivion. I heard then heard the blond Stormcloak say of how the imperial walls made him feel safe as a lad. I always felt safe when my fellow Succubus helped with things. That's right I'm a succubus. I'm also the only that can't reproduce as I was caught by a dremora during the oblivion crisis and…Let's just say Sanguine wanted to get back at Mehrunes Dagon for letting that happen to me.

I can't say why I loved to see the dremora's face as my fellow succubus 'played' with him. There was barely anything left of the dremora as Sanguine also took pleasure in 'playing' with him. I smiled as the memories of the antics I caused in mundus before the oblivion gates closed, causing me to return home to oblivion. I also forgot how many years have passed since I have even set foot in mundus. The cart stopped and I snapped out of musings as the blond Stormcloak nudged me with his foot.

"Come on, shouldn't keep the gods waiting."

'Your gods, jackass, wouldn't even look at me as I have the stain of oblivion on my soul. And I am also a being of oblivion.'

I thought as I got out of the cart and the thief began to deny that he and I weren't rebels. Well not me as I was just minding my own business trying to find my old friends and see if anything happened when I gone to oblivion for…I think it was 10 years in oblivion. Mundus years run by so fast it seems time doesn't have any reins. A voice snapped me out my thoughts.

"Step towards the block when we call your name. One at a time."

A woman in heavy imperial armor shouted out. The blond beside me scoffed at it.

"Empire loves their damn lists."

I raised an elegant eyebrow at the statement. I know there is an empire but is it the Septim Empire or somebody else's. I didn't need to ask as Ulfric Stormcloak was called. An imperial man in light armor with a list had appeared and starting calling out names for our cart.

"It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric."

The blond Stormcloak said. I was getting tired of him opening his mouth but since my hands were bound and I promised not to reveal myself in front of mortals, I settled to glare at him.

"Ralof of Riverwood."

So that was his name. It was a nice name for a Nord. He walked over to an area that had a chopping…Ah fuck. Please Sanguine let nothing happen to me. I had looked up to the sky and started to pray so I wouldn't be called.

"Lokir of Rorikstead."

I heard the thief's name and looked at him with an eyebrow raised. That was the horse thief's name? Lame. He denied that he was a rebel and ran for it. I shook my head. He isn't going to make it. The woman yelled at him to stop but soon called out to the archers. Lokir was soon killed by a single arrow to the spine.

"Anyone else feel like running?"

The imperial soon reached the end of his list but he saw me.

"Wait. You there. Step forward."

I did what was asked of me. All the while I thought, 'Please tell me I can go free.' Over and over I thought that.

"Who are you?"

I blinked in confusion. Was I not mentioned in history for being a companion of the hero of Cyrodiil? Aside from Sothena being the main person helping her, I also helped. I should be in the history books. I mentally scoffed at his ignorance.

"I am Lixue…Nord."

I said as I can pass off as a Nord though I preferred being called a succubus but I couldn't as they would think I'm crazy. I also couldn't break my promise to Sanguine as he said himself to not be caught by ANYONE! I briefly remembered one of my sisters started singing the song of the dragonborn. I always wondered why she sang that before the gate to mundus was opened. I tuned out the man as he asked his superior what they do for me not being on the list.

"She goes to the block."

I looked at woman as if she had grown another head which is really tempting to do if my hands weren't bound. I gritted my teeth but followed the woman as she walked to block as if she owned me. No one owned…well Sanguine owned me in terms creation but no one owned me. I stood between two people I haven't known but didn't care to know. They smelled foul and frankly I don't like that smell, the thief smelled more odious than them. I wanted to tune out the old man talking to Ulfric but I couldn't.

"Ulfric Stormcloak. Some here in Helgen say you're a hero. But a hero doesn't use a power like the Voice to kill his king and usurp his throne."

Ulfric grunted from behind his mouth gag. The old man continued his speech.

"You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos, and now the empire is going to put you down, and restore the peace!"

A roar echoed in the distance. I shivered as that roar reminded me of how Sanguine got angry with one of his followers but he calmed down and ordered said follower to 'do' something for him. The poor man became a toy for us later that night and he was left to hang outside some monastery. Forgot the name of it though. The imperial man asked what it was. The old man pushed it aside told him it was nothing.

"It was nothing. Carry on."

The woman saluted in a military manner, which I always find silly of how many times we succubae had military men as toys, oh and women as well. We didn't care who our toys were but we all took turns at playing with our toys.

"Yes, General Tullius."

She then turned around and gave an order for last rites to be performed.

"As we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the Eight divines…"

I raised an eyebrow at that. What happened to Talos? Was he ousted from the pantheon or did something happen to cause something that ousted Talos worship? A million questions ran through my head as I knew Sothena wouldn't take this very lightly. Sothena was the daughter of Vivec but now that I think about it she is one person against an entire empire so I guess Sothena really is dead.

As I was musing, a man interrupted the woman.

"For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with."

The woman huffed at the man for interrupting her.

"As you wish."

She said stiffly as he stood in front of chopping block.

"Come on, I don't have all morning."

He said to the imperial captain, who was the woman in heavy armor. She pushed him down and used her foot to make him bend forward to settle his head to be cut. He decided to be cocky.

"My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?"

He asked before the headsman cut his head off. It didn't look very bloody as we succubae often bath in blood…well not all the time as we like to remain clean as well. I pouted as no blood was splattered over the headsman. Ralof must have looked over at me and shivered from the look in my glowing blood red eyes. My midnight black hair was done in a ponytail with my bangs framing my face. The imperial captain nudged the body to the side and called for me.

"The Nord in the rags."

A roar came again and I felt a familiar power behind it. I also shivered in fright as it sounded close, very close.

"There it is again. Did you hear that?"

The woman became angry with the man.

"I said next prisoner."

"To the block, prisoner, nice and easy."

'Yeah right! I am going to be beheaded! Oh I can see Sanguine's face now. He is angry with me but it turns into a smile as he takes me to his 'room', more like a torture room for us…Wait what is that?'

I thought as I saw a shape coming from behind the mountain and land on the tower. It had glowing blood red eyes like mine and was black as night like my hair. Someone shouted, "Dragon!" It opened it maw and roared, sort of. I heard words being spoken its mouth and the headsman died as the sky turned red. I had somewhat blacked out but I heard someone shout at me.

"Hey kinswoman, get up! The gods won't give us a second chance!"

I didn't need to be told twice. I got up with a bound and ran to the closest open door. The door was closed as soon as Ralof ran through. Ulfric and Ralof had somehow undone their bindings and didn't consider undoing mine. They were talking about legends and burning down villages.

Then Ulfric shouted out that everyone needed to move, now. Ralof told me to go up the tower and I did. Once I close to the top, I heard a Stormcloak say something about moving rubble and was covered in rubble as the dragon burst a section of wall out and breathed fire to make sure no one was alive on that floor. It flew off and I ran to the opening to look at Helgen burning. Ralof came up beside me.

"See the inn on the other side? Jump through the roof and keep going."

I looked at him as if he was crazy but his face said he was serious. So I jumped and singed myself by going near the fire as I landed in the inn. I wasn't hurt when I jumped, I can jump from quite a distance. I looked around to see if there was something to cut my bindings but I found nothing around me though I did find a hole in the room. I dropped down and out the burned down door while seeing the imperial man calling for a little boy to come to him.

"Haming, you need to get over here. Now!"

From my view the boy was frightened out his hide and didn't want to move but he needed to move as the dragon was going to land behind him or on him.

"Child, listen that dragon's going to either land behind you or on you. Do you want to be food for the dragon?"

I shouted/asked the boy as he decided to move his scrawny little ass away from where he currently at and knelt next an old man in iron armor. The imperial was going to thank me but he shouted the old man's name and told us to get back or aka hide behind burning wood. I knelt down to be out of view of the dragon and was latched onto by the boy. I looked at the boy and patted his head, which was hard with bound hands, as he started to cry while clinging to me but I didn't want to be there as the imperial wanted me to go with him.

The old man patted the boy's head as I stood up and ran after Hadvar, the old man said his name. The boy looked at the man with a confused look and the old man just smiled as I crouched next to a wall as to not be seen by that scaly thing. Hadvar guided me through destroyed homes before the main gate appeared but we were told to escape via the keep. I didn't like what I was going to do but I had to do it. When we meet up with Ralof again, I knocked Hadvar unconscious and started to drag him along as I followed Ralof. He looked at me like I was the craziest person out there. I'm not crazy but I didn't want to leave someone that actually helped me.

Succubae code says to help any that help you but afterwards play with them as the code also says to rid of humans that could possibly harm us. I…didn't follow that rule very well. My sisters always reprimanded me for not erasing my toy's memory or killing them. Truth be told I never learned the memory erasing spell and can't learn it as Sanguine himself tried to teach me how erase memory. None of my sisters understood why I felt giddy when Sanguine came up with an alternative for me. Instead of erasing just the one moment that they found out you're a succubus; it erases their memory of you though it varies from temporary to permanent. I gladly used it on my toys.

We had stopped in a room and Ralof cut my bindings after saying something to the corpse in the room. Once my bindings were off, I felt like going to my true form and knock Ralof unconscious but I would have to both bodies and I didn't feel like doing that. So I settled for dragging Hadvar till he woke up. Ralof told me to put the dead man's stuff on and I shrugged. How is a dead person going to try to haunt me? I put on the cuirass and felt small in the damn thing. I took the fur boots but not the weapon. It was an axe, not a rapier. My rapier is somewhere here on mundus as is my armor. As I fussed trying to get the damn thing to fit right, Ralof went to a door that was locked and said it was locked.

I looked up from what I was doing when the wooden gate was lifted and brought out my drain spell before draining the life from 2 imperials. One of them was the captain and stomped on her body once before I got the key off her and gave it to Ralof. He unlocked the door and off we went to escape the keep, while I dragged Hadvar behind me and keeping good pace with Ralof. We did escape to the outside and I dropped Hadvar's head to the ground. He groaned before getting up while holding his head.

I waved to both of them and ran off to what is Riverwood. Once I arrived in the town, an old woman started to shout that she saw a dragon. I rolled my eyes at the statement and walked through town before crossing a bridge. I just didn't want to stay in a town like that. I briefly remembered that one of my sisters had owned a house in Skyrim as a retreat for her or any fellow succubae in the area. It was near Dark water passing so I had to ask where Dark Water was to find the house. So I turned back to and headed back to Riverwood.