'And then you pushed me onto the bed...'

I smiled as I lay on my side next to her and ran my hand down the smooth, bare curve of her body. She gave me a dark smile, her crimson eyes lighting up as she looked into mine.

'Yes...?'

'And I kissed you...'

Nysteris leaned forward, the moonlight reflecting from her glossy black hair as she parted her lips and her eyes rested on my mouth. I gently touched her neck as I continued.

'You were so eager. And lovely. I can still remember the way your cheeks blushed and your hands felt on my skin. Like a waking dream.'

'Don't tease me.' She ran her cold fingers up my bare chest as I lay on my side, propping my head up with my fist. Her voice was gentle and pleading as she spoke. 'Tell me what you did.'

I grinned at her as I spoke. 'I thought of all the things I could to do to you as I put my arms around you and you began to sigh.' My voice was a low purr. 'You started to slide your hand down to undress yourself and I became fevered.'

She leaned in to kiss me, the tips of her long canines catching the moonlight as her red eyes glowed. I leaned in to meet her kiss, stopping so close to her that I could feel the energy jumping between us.

'...and then I politely refused your advances because I didn't want to take your chastity.'

I grinned at her widely as she frowned and her dark red eyes flared with annoyance. She sighed sharply. 'You're terrible at this.'

'I know. You should punish me, sera.' I pinched her mischievously as a small smile crept across her face.

It was a beautiful and still night as we lay together on the mossy earth in the pine forests of Falkreath. The night air smelled as sweet as it had ever been; the pale light of the moon cast long shadows across the grass and fallen branches as we basked in one another's presence.

I saw her differently now that I had allowed her to turn me.

While I had been sickened by the evil of her aura when I had been alive, now that we were together in unlife it was almost as it had been before. I had to woo her all over again; I would tell her of all the times we had been intimate during our travels and trials, of all the times she could not remember. It was darkly thrilling to see her interest and arousal build as I recounted each moment in explicit detail. I enjoyed it as much as she did.
My affection for her had not dimmed, even though I had to consider her as a threat to my Serenwen. I still saw the same beauty when I looked at her, changed though it was by the corruption of Molag Bal; I still felt the same sweet ache in my heart when my eyes met with hers. I often wondered what it would take for me to ever give up my addiction to her.

My time with her tonight was limited as always. Her master would summon her back to Cold Harbour soon; he always did when he became aware of our trysts. We would need to take what we wanted from each other quickly.

I raised my face to meet her as she leaned in to press her lips against mine; I gently pushed her shoulder to rest her on her back on the moss as I bore over her and slid my arm underneath her back, becoming tangled in her mane of hair.

I felt her hands run across my skin as I lowered my head to kiss her neck; she sighed softly as my lips touched her cold, white flesh.

It had seemed so wrong to me at first. So unnatural and evil.

But I was what I was. And so was she. We were two lost souls caught in orbit around one another, and what had once seemed so wrong was now so fulfilling. We didn't care.

I heard a little gasp come from her as my teeth punctured the firm skin of her neck; I felt a predatory rush of adrenaline flow through me as the first taste of her blood touched my tongue. I exhaled in pleasure and squeezed her harder underneath me as the intoxication came in its first wave and my head began to swim.

Hers was the only blood I had ever tasted. I would go for days or even weeks without feeding until I could see her again; by the time we reunited, I was rabid and would often force myself upon her, pinning her to the ground or against a tree and sinking my teeth into her neck, my knees becoming weak as she smiled wickedly and chuckled lowly into my ear, murmuring things I could barely make out through my state of euphoria. Sometimes she would make me beg; other times she would latch on to me and drain me to the point of death before allowing me to have her.

It always ended the same way; with both of us lying on the ground, panting for breath with blood smeared all over our faces. It was horrific; but the pleasure of it was incomparable.

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be swept away as I swallowed deeply and I felt the exquisite pain of her bite on my throat. I moaned quietly as I felt her thrust her hips up toward me.

My pleasure addled mind drifted to a time when she was mortal; when we had found a pure and excruciatingly precious joy in each other's embrace, awash in the beauty of mortal weakness and love.

I felt her blood trickle from the corner of my mouth as her fingers worked to undo my belt.

I would find a way to save us. There had to be a way. I longed to see that beautiful blue gaze of hers resting upon me again with that look of sweet benevolence in her eyes.

I would have it back.