Succubus Chap 2

This is a 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. I don't own any of the mods or Skyrim. Now onto the story; rated for language and craziness. Chapter title should say 'Task completed and new one accepted'. Enjoy~! I can beta stories now!

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On the way back to Riverwood, I leisurely walked with my hands behind my head and let my true form out, sighing in relief at being able to assume my true form. Even if it was for a short time, I rather walk around in my true form than walk around masked as a mortal. Oh well, life isn't fair and I don't play fair either. Yawning, I assume my human form and continue to walk all the while thinking of how to get directions to Dark Water Passing. From what I remember of an old map I had on me from the oblivion crisis, Dark Water passing should be by or is it dark water crossing? I could never tell since both places have dark water in them.

Getting off track sorry. I remember seeing a trader shop in town so that might be the best place to ask but soon remembered that one of my sister succubae mentioned that it was dark water pass not crossing. So I just need to look at my map, go there, and then see what I can do as I don't have much to do other than to try to open a portal so my sisters can enter mundus. Though that might be a little hard since the last Septim sacrificed his life to build a permanent barrier against the realm of oblivion so I just might be out of luck. Aside from that, I just need to find at least a few hide outs so in case some of my fellow succubae get into trouble and need a place to lay low for a while.

I walked into Riverwood trader, expecting nothing out of the sort but I walked right into an argument between two people. One, I would assume was the store owner, was saying something being stolen. The other I had no idea but she was insistent that they do something about it. The owner, a man, saw me and apologized about the argument.

"Tis alright. Something being stolen isn't common here is it?"

I asked and he nodded.

"The stole only one thing, a gold claw ornament. Not sure why they wanted it but I need it back."

He sighed while taking a cloth out and whipping the counter off.

"I could go get it for you, if you can direct me to a place I need to go."

He looked at me surprised and then smiled.

"R-really?! Thank you! You can have some of the payment from my last shipment."

I nodded before the woman walked over.

"Well I believe our friend here needs some directions to Bleak falls barrow. I'll go as far as the middle of the bridge."

She went out and I shrugged my shoulders before following her. She talked to me along the way, learning that the man was her brother and owner of the store. We got to the middle of the bridge and she pointed out the barrow to me. I whistled, that barrow was big. Come to think of it, I did see it on the way here but I never paid any attention to it.

The woman left and I waved bye to her before running along the path to a dirt path and came along a wolf. I had no weapons on me so I drained its life. I had transformed into my true form as soon as I could. I stretched out, my little wings flapping to loosen some muscles and my tail went straight out before going different directions to loosen up. I had forgot to mention that I had ditched the armor and I was walking around nude, which I don't give a fuck about. Modesty isn't a concern to us succubae, unless we are around mortals than we have to be with clothes. Getting off track again, sorry.

Walking up the path nude was glorious. I never cared about the cold since I born in oblivion and it is quiet nice there. Drunken debauchery were always the best with Sanguine around. I even knew Martin when he worshipped Sanguine, the guy was a hoot but sadly we succubae couldn't even touch him since he was of royal blood. That and Akatosh would have torched Sanguine's lovely ass for touching Martin in such a way, well one of his creations of course. One of us tried to bed Martin but the hero got to him first and that was a laugh in our sister's face. She didn't take it lightly and tried to kill the hero but in the end she was taken back to oblivion and disposed of in front of us all. A lesson on disobeying we learned very earnestly that day. I was interrupted from my musings by an arrow whizzing by my head.

'Someone is going to get killed~.'

I thought with glee as I brought out my drain life spell and ran towards the one who shot an arrow at me before draining the life from her and her comrades. I wished I had my weapon on me so I could bath in their blood. And armor so I could have protection as testament to the light bruises and small wounds I now have. I picked the bodies for loot and found lock picks and gold. I took the gold since it was already in a purse and hung the lock picks on a ring before putting it on my tail and resumed my journey.

I gleefully killed all the bandits outside and didn't care about stealth in the barrow. Though the first encounter I had with a draugr told me to take the place a little bit more serious. I picked up its weapon to hack and slash at other draugr that I came upon in the ruin, also any spiders as well. I fought a giant frost spider and won. I looked at the man that had called out to his comrades and, looking at the sword than to the webbing, sliced him down. He stumbled before running away. I growled and ran in pursuit of him before taking great pleasure of mutilating him.

I huffed before looting his corpse and found what Lucien had asked me to get. I grinned and started to turn around but a thought struck me. Has no one else been further than the dead, mutilated thief at my feet? I grinned in gleeful evil and excitement before turning back around and walked further into the barrow. The numerous of traps and draugr made my blood boil in excitement and I gleefully obeyed by tearing the limbs off and bashing the draugr with their own limbs, along with the few skeletons and skivers as well. I came upon a room with a wall written in what looked like chicken scratch to me but I heard chanting as I came closer to the wall. My instincts told to run but something deeper told me to walk up to the wall. A single word was glowing and I understood that word.

"Fus…What the fuck does that mean?!"

I ranted as the word vanished but I felt a rush of knowledge on the understanding of the word though it was very minimal info, it was still told me a little of the word. Fus means force, not that I would do anything to it. As I mused over the word, aka ranted over the little info I got, the tomb with the lid popped open causing me to look at a draugr. I sensed this draugr was stronger than the other draugrs I have encountered and I pulled out a drain life spell.

I began to attack the thing and healed myself with the drain life spell. The thing knocked the sword out of my left hand and I decked it in the face. The life went out as soon as I decked it in the face and I looked at the draugr in confusion before shrugging my shoulders and looted it, finding a strange stone on it. I took anything else as I saw a backpack close to the tomb, in surprisingly untouched condition. I slung the pack onto the back, my wings flat against my back and a bit painful as well, before leaving the place with the strange stone and the golden claw. I came upon a bandit corpse outside and took her outfit. Hey, can't go back to Riverwood in the nude can I?

On the way back to Riverwood, I spotted Hadvar and Ralof arguing. I hadn't been spotted yet so I untransformed and walked up to them.

"Hi."

I said as they gave shouts of surprise before scowling at me. Ralof looked murderous at me while Hadvar was just downright glaring. I looked between the two.

"What are you two doing?"

I asked. Ralof shot Hadvar a glare.

"We are arguing who was going to tell Jarl Balgruuf about the possibility of a dragon attacking Riverwood."

"I need to go as Jarl Balgruuf supports the empire."

Ralof punched Hadvar in the gut.

"No, he supports the Stormcloaks!"

They went back and forth saying this jarl supported this person and that person. I was getting tired of it. I slapped a hand over both their mouths.

"I'll go since both of you can't see past your noses to see the danger of your hometown is in. Now can both of you point me in the direction of…where does this jarl live?"

I asked as I assumed a confused position.

"Whiterun and its that way."

They said at once and pointed in the general direction of Whiterun. I smiled before leaving them to argue over something. Once I was out of sight and earshot, I assumed my true form and cast succubus vision, which senses humans at long distances. I had caught something close to me. I whipped out my drain life spells and assumed my human form but thought otherwise as soon as a werewolf burst onto the scene.

'FUCK THIS! I am not dealing with a werewolf!'

I thought as I ran away from the beast. I know its unwise to run from a wolf but what else could I do? That was Hircine's creation and I didn't want Sanguine bitching to me that I killed one of Hircine's followers. An arrow whizzed by my head and I heard a thump behind me. I stopped and looked behind me to see the werewolf dead. I walked up to it and kicked it.

"That's for being a stupid beast."

I said to the dead werewolf and went back to walking to Whiterun, not bothering to look at the reactions of the ones who killed the beast. I was almost to Whiterun, a walled city, when a giant attacked me. I was agitated by the werewolf since I couldn't kill it, and now I can take my anger out on this giant. I looked at the giant with evil grin on my face before allowing myself to indulge on taking my anger out on the giant. Of course I had an audience but I didn't care, the more the merrier is what a human once said.

I got that from the hero since she came from another world. Sad I never found out what happened to her since I was thrust back into oblivion. Hell all the Blades knew I was a succubus and didn't raise a hand against me less they anger the hero. I also wondered what happened to her kid since I knew she was pregnant before anyone else. I still laugh at the memory of the announcement. Their reactions were just priceless but Martin actually fainted. Poor man, didn't get to see his lover and kid after he died. Might be wherever royal guys go, watching over his lover.

I stopped my musings when the giant I was on was nothing but guts and blood. I looked down at my body and found myself covered in blood. Shrugging my shoulders, I walked away from the scene and ignored any of my audience. One had the audacity to stand in my path. He was a tall Nord from his stature and he smelled like a wolf but I didn't want him to know.

"What do you want?"

I asked with an angry edge to my voice. I wasn't in the mood to talk with people since I had a task to do.

"You should join the companions. You would fit in really well."

'As if I want to be in a den full of smelly ass werewolves.'

"I'll pass…What's your name since I don't call you sir."

I asked his name.

"Farkas."

"Thank you Farkas. Now if you'll excuse me I need to talk to the Jarl about something."

I said and walked around Farkas before continuing onto the gates of Whiterun. Convincing the guard was easy, I just had to say Riverwood was in danger of a possible dragon attack and I was let in. Though once I got through I heard the guard talk to his partner that I freaked him out with being covered in blood. I smiled and began to walk around to see the place when a redguard asked if I went to the cloud district often than he had the courage to chuckle as he said of course I didn't. I decked the guy in the face before walking away, not caring if the guy was crying over a broken nose or his pretty face was hit. I saw the place where Jarl Balgruuf lives and started to skip up to the place before being halted at the door.

"Take a quick dip in the pool."

The guard said before I looked at all the dry blood I had on me. I shrugged my shoulders and got into the pond to wash off some of the blood. Once I was clean enough I was let into the great hall, still dripping wet. A dark elf was brandishing a sword at me.

"What is the meaning of this? Jarl Balgruuf said no visitors."

"I have news of Riverwood."

"As housecarl, I…"

She was interrupted by Balgruuf. I walk past a fire and decided to stay near it. It reminded me of home and it was getting kind of cold walking around wet. I was soon snapped out of my reminiscing by a cough and I rolled my eyes before I walked to the middle of set of small steps.

"Riverwood is in danger of a dragon, correct?"

He asked and I nodded, knowing from lessons from elder succubae was a god-send.

"What do you say now, Proventus? Shall we continue to trust in the strength of our walls? Against a dragon?"

He said to the man on his right before Irileth began to speak.

"My lord, we should send troops at once. It is the most immediate danger, if that dragon is still lurking in the mountains…"

She was interrupted by Proventus and I yawned. Politics aren't important to me. All I need is a warm bed and someone to share it with.

"Enough!"

Jarl Balgruuf shouted.

"I'll not stand idly by while a dragon burns my hold and slaughters my people! Irileth send a detachment to Riverwood at once."

He said while giving an order to Irileth. She answered with a funny salute and Proventus excused himself back to his duties. Jarl Balgruuf looked at me and smiled.

"You sought me out on you own initiative. You have done Whiterun a service, and I won't forget it. Here, take this as a small token of my esteem."

He said while giving me a leather cuirass and I accepted the gift. He then told me about the court wizard needing assistance with something and I was perfect for the job. I followed him to a part of the place and in it had alchemy and enchanting equipment. I was going to have fun with this. Also a man was at the desk, hunched over a piece of parchment, and he noticed jarl Balgruuf.

"Hello my Jarl and who is this?"

"She can help you with your dragon project."

"Splendid."

I stifled a yawn since it was rude to yawn in boredom in front of someone important. Farengar was the wizard's name and he asked if I could fetch a dragon stone. I looked confused before taking the pack off and pulled out the dragon stone he was talking about. He gasped at me in surprise.

"How did you get this?!"

"Riverwood trader owner asked if I could take back a stolen item and I did get it back but I haven't been back to Riverwood since earlier and I trekked all the way through the barrow to get this. Nifty little stone."

I said before letting out a yawn.

"Now since it is late I would like to get some sleep in one of the inns in town. Bye."

I said as I walked out of Dragon's reach and into the Bannered Mare. There I sat down at the bar, sitting next a man in dark robes. He smiled at me and I got a giant shiver down my spine. This was Sanguine and he looked pleased about something.

"I'll take a room with the pretty lady here."

'SHIT!'

I thought as I walked behind Sanguine, in his human disguise, to a bedroom that the owner showed us to. Once the owner was gone, Sanguine closed and locked the door before setting up a nasty spell for privacy. He turned to look at me in all his daedric prince glory. I assumed my true form and knelt on the ground before him since he was my creator.

"Speak Lixue and don't skimp on the bloody details."

He said as he sat down in a chair. I gave him my full report, even running into the werewolf. Sanguine sat there with a glass of his favorite wine, which he made appear, musing over my report.

"So in all, it was a success...I have a task for you Lixue. Establish a semi-permanent dwelling for some of your sisters."

He said.

"I hear and obey, master Sanguine."

I said as I remained kneeling. Sanguine smiled before the night was filled of screams and howls, courtesy of me. Sanguine had taken down the privacy spell and replaced it with a locking spell. He wanted people to hear me and did they hear me. If you ask, sanguine had not moved from the chair and remained in his glorious armor as he watched me scream and howl in pleasure. What he did to me is remaining behind closed doors. The next morning I had to leave, satisfied and content.