The air was cold, but it felt good. I was in a clearing with all kinds of wild flowers, swaying softly in the light breeze.

I was wearing dark brown leather trousers that actually made it easier to move, thick boots, and a soft cotton tunic that showed off my chest. My name is Vincent GoldenHilt, I was semi-tall, I had muscles, but not like other nords whose arms are so thick that their arms could be trees, and yet slender, more feminine, as my father put it. I had shaggy brown hair that covered my blue eyes most the time.

I've never been here before, but it was familiar, and nice. There was the sound of rushing water, signaling a river was near by.

Then I heard it. flapping of massive wings, causing me to look up. And I regretted it.

The sound was wings, two huge, black, bat-like wings. The wings adorn a man, who had short black hair that spiked up in front. His chest was large and muscular, followed by a six-pack, all he wore were black trousers. A chill ran through me as his blood red eyes locked onto mine, and he smirked, a wolfish grin while his canines were sharpened to a point.

That s when I finally gave into instinct, spinning on my heel and running away and out of the clearing. While I ran I heard drums and deep voices, all mumbling at once, then a women s voice rang through the men s.

"Our hero, our hero claims a warrior s heart

I tell you, I tell you the dragonborn comes!"

The voice and the rhyme sounded familiar, yet once again I couldn't place it.

"With a voice wielding power of the ancient nord art

Believe, believe the dragonborn comes!"

Through the drums and the singing I heard the wing beats, meaning that man with wings was coming after me.

"It s an end to the evil of all skyrim's foes

Beware, beware the dragonborn comes!"

Skyrim! That s where I was! I hadn't realized this earlier, but there was snow everywhere!

"For the darkness has passed and the legend yet grows

You ll, you ll know the dragonborn s come!"

The woman repeated the chant over and over as I ran, each time getting faster and faster, until it stopped as I tripped over a up- rooted root. (AN; XD sounds weird yet funny) and fell. By the time I flipped myself to my back he was ascending down on me, his long legs straddling my hips.

I threw my fist, hoping to get him off me, but he simply caught my wrist and pinned both my arms above my head in one hand. I struggled to get him off me, but nothing worked.

"Why do you fight me, dovakiin?" The deep voice rumbled above me in an unfamiliar accent. I opened my mouth to protest, but he pressed his lips to mine, taking advantage of my open mouth and slid his tongue inside my mouth. I went to bite down, but he ground his hips to mine sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine. I struggled even harder, ignoring the pleasure.

He then pulled away, with a dagger in his hand and brought it down. My eyes closed as I braced for pain that never came. Instead a ripping sound met my ears and the cool air met my stomach. I opened my eyes half way to find he had cut off my shirt, and was at the moment working on my trousers, his already discarded. Fear pierced through me as he pulled off the remnants of my pants.

Before I knew it he was pushing inside me with his member. I cried out, throwing my head to the sides trying in vain to get away. He stayed still when he was fully inside me, as if trying not to hurt me. He waited for what felt like forever, until the pain dulled, he moved. Pleasure shot up my spine, I gritted my teeth to keep from making any noise. In one thrust he hit something, causing intense pleasure to tingle throughout my body. I couldn't hold back the moan, or the ones that followed.

Wither I liked it or not, it felt good, and felt myself falling to the pleasure he was bringing forth. So with a low whimper, I let him take control of my body.

His lips where to mine again, forcing his tongue in my mouth, exploring. He kept brushing against mine, until finally I gave in and lifted it and pressed it to is. His thrusts sped up, hitting that one spot over and over, that I couldn't remember why I should be fighting. He thrust one last time and all I could see was bright stars as I came with a white-hot sensation. The winged man above me broke the kiss and growled in pleasure as I clenched down on his member, causing him to release his seed into me. And as he did so, he bit down on my neck, breaking the skin, causing blood to drip down my neck.

"Mine." He snarled out in my neck before my eyes closed and I blacked out.

I bolted out of bed, the covers falling off my sweat drenched body. I panted slightly, winded from the dream. I started rubbing my eyes, still dead tired, when I felt something sticky on my left shoulder and my chest. Groggily I rubbed a hand over it, and pulled back to expect. My fingers were coated red with blood.

Now wide awake, I jumped out of bed, grabbing a clean cloth and pressed it to the wound. Midnight whined, his tail thumping as he looked at me. Midnight was my dog, or wolf. I found him when he was a pup, and injured. I don t know why or how he was injured but I helped him and now he s mine, he has a pitch black pelt and pretty bright blue eyes. I bandaged up my shoulder, wondering how I got the wound. It couldn't have been the dream, although I feel like I haven t slept for days, but dreams don t affect you like that, do they? I groaned and rubbed my temples. I looked at my armor laying on the dresser. I m not going out today. I gave Midnight a few rabbit legs to keep him quiet and took an apple for myself. But the moment the juice hit my tongue my stomach clenched and my throat tightened. I put the apple down, unable to eat.

So with now with nothing to do I opened up a random book I had laying around, but that couldn t keep my attention. I found myself closing my eyes and resting my head on my arms then I finally fell back asleep.

A Week Later

I felt so weak, I could barley get out of bed. This entire week I had a dream with the same man in it, each time he forced himself on me, but each time I gave in more willingly than the last time. And the dreams are not the same, every time it was in a different place, a different way. Each time he broke something inside me, rebuilding it his way.

The dreams are not allowing me to rest or eat. I feel weird, not in a good way, either. I feel as if I'm not whole, as if I m missing something. Every time I even look at food, my stomach clenches as if saying don t even think about it .

The wound on my neck healed the second time I woke up and was now a shiny scar.

Exhaustion coursed through my veins as I got up to feed Midnight. I collapsed back on the bed after giving him the last of the rabbit legs. I would need to go to the store soon, I'm running low on food. That was my last conscious thought as I blacked out from exhaustion.

In my dream I prepared myself, not giving an ounce of fight. But then I felt a hand running down along my spine, an arm wrapped around my waist. I opened my eyes to see his chest, I looked up seeing his face, his red eyes were closed. I went to pull away, but the hand stopped and the arm tightened, with a growl rumbling through his chest. I stayed still, until the hand started moving again. I turned my head enough to see that we were cocooned in his ebony wings, enclosing us from the chill of the air. Warmth seared through me and I rested my head on his chest.

"Sleep." His deep voice rumbled, and my eyes drooped, then I drifted in blackness, but I could still feel his hand along my bare back, and his voice rumbling through my ears, "Come to me. Come to Skyrim." He purred over and over.

When I finally awoke, I felt good, I had finally got the rest I had been deprived of. Then the words he had said flowed through my head. Should I go? When I hadn't even made the decision yet, I had strapped on my armor and was packing up supplies for the travel to skyrim.

I looked around at my cottage, did I really want to leave? My mom would be coming soon, so I quickly wrote a note, telling her I was going to Skyrim. Then I looked at Midnight. His bright blue eyes were huge, watching me. I usually took him exploring with me, but did I want to take him somewhere I knew so little about? A soft growl rumbled through him. I knew what that meant, he was coming one way or another.

"We're going to Skyrim." I said, petting him softy on the head.