Firae had been walking for a couple days around the Whiterun Hold, admiring the beauty, but also trying to expend the power she'd gained from her last meal. She felt like a little, lazy cat that had had too much cream at once. It had been sweet and worth it, but man, was she full. She used the power to heighten her beauty, which took quite a lot, and didn't eat regular food, that way her body would have to rely on the power of the sex. Even so, it took a whole week for her to even feel slightly hungry. When that little grumble of hunger hit her, she found herself just outside a town called Rorikstead.

It was a quaint little place, she had to admit. Only a few houses that housed the small population as well as an inn. The town seemed to be made up of men, though they all were a bit old for her prime choice, especially since she had been spoiled with young, fresh faces. She thought she would have to settle for one of the better looking ones, but that was until a certain redhead popped up from the crops.

He wiped his hand across his brow, removing a good amount of sweat, and stretched his back. Erik the Hoe Pusher, forever and always. Such a horrible name to live by for the rest of his life. Honestly, why couldn't he just get out of this town? He was a grown man and all he wanted was adventure. Nothing worth-while ever came to Rorikstead.

Well, except maybe for the exceptional beauty that was making her way over to him, her hips swaying slowly. Erik's blue eyes were wide; one for seeing a strangers, and two for seeing such a beautiful stranger. He flushed in embarrassment when her purple gaze landed on him. She sent him a smile and picked up her pace, heading in his direction. Erik actually found himself sweating again from anticipation. What could she possibly need him for.

"Hello," she said kindly, her voice smooth as silk, "You wouldn't happen to know where the closest inn is, would you?"

Of course, she knew where it was, but any chance to talk to the man would satisfy her. Firae didn't really see any sexual appeal in talking of leeks. She saw the redhead's cheeks start to redden and she wanted to giggle. How absolutely innocent. The innocent always tasted so sweet.

"Y-yeah," Erik stammered, trying to keep eye contact, "my father owns it. In fact, you're standing right in front of it."

"Oh, now don't I feel just a bit silly," Firae laughed, looking at the Inn, "not too expensive to stay, is it?"

"Same rate as every other Inn and Tavern," the man said, scratching the back of his neck, "I could even give you a tour. If you want."

Firae sent the nervous man a gentle smile. "I'd like that. My name is Firae."

"Erik," he said, taking her outstretched hand in welcome. Her skin was smooth and flawless, like she hadn't worked a day in her life.

Erik walked the strange new woman into the Inn, introducing her to his father, who seemed just as enthralled with her as he was. He had even offered her half off of her stay, which he never did. Firae had been thankful for that but bought a meal to compensate for what he'd given her. They hadn't gotten much time to talk before the older man was sending him back out into the fields. With one last glance, he did as told with a sigh. And just like usual, he spent his day harvesting and planting leeks. So was the job of Erik the Hoe Pusher.

It wasn't until night started to fall that he finally decided to stop, only because he was aching more than usual and stunk more than their local cow. By the Nine, did he need a hot bath.

Popping his head into the Inn, Erik let his father know where he was going to be, and the old man nodded his head, seeming a bit distracted. He wasted a moment looking around for a sign of Firae, but he could only guess she was locked up in her room. And with his luck, she'd probably be up bright and early in the morning to pack up and leave, just like any other traveler.

Feeling somber, the Nord walked around to the back of the Inn, where they kept a separate room for the bathing house. Warm water steamed up from a caldron, the embers beneath it low enough to keep it soothing to the touch.

The redhead poured the contents of the water into the bath, watching it hungrily. It would feel so great against his sore muscles. With that thought, he stripped quickly and almost jumped in, moving down until most of his body was submerged. Erik let out a sigh and just relaxed.

Only a couple minutes into his bath, however, his relaxed state was broken. The door to the room squeaked open, the sign that someone was entering, and he popped up a bit to see the intruder. He thanked the Gods that the warm water had turned his skin pink, because he could feel his whole face heating up. Firae had been the one to walk through the door.

"Oh my! I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone else was in here!" she exclaimed, though strangely enough, made no move to leave and even seemed content to be in the room.

"I told my father I was taking a bath, he should have warned you. It's not your fault."

Firae turned her eyes away bashfully, pulling her little act of innocence to sooth him. "You know, it wouldn't be such a bad idea to just bathe together. Saving water and all that."

Erik's eyes grew wide for the second time today. She was really offering that? And was he really thinking of taking up the offer?

"W-what?!" he questioned weakly, however, the words trailed off.

Firae, who'd only been clad in a simple robe, slowly let the fabric slide from her body, revealing the perfect smoothness of her curves in the dim light of the room. Erik wouldn't have been surprised if his mouth had hit the floor.

Biting her plump lip and taking advantage of Erik's silence, Firae entered the large tub, her soft legs brushing against his in the warm water. Her mere touch was enough to clear his mind, though he only spoke once her body was covered and not a distraction.

"I really don't think that—"

"Don't be so shy, love," Firae said softly, her hands splayed firmly on his thigh, a touch that already made him want to groan.

"I can just leave you to your bath—"

"Don't go," Firae commanded gently, so sweetly to his ears that he couldn't have left if he wanted to. Just a second ago, he had been so set on just running out of the room, as red as a tomato, yet here he was admiring her beautiful face.

Firae hadn't doubted she'd have to use a powerful spell to convince the redhead. Just by the taste of his aura she could tell he was innocent in every way. He'd be embarrassed, tentative, and not so easily persuaded by words like most men would. It wasn't all that powerful of a spell, it only put the thoughts of them together in his head, and was sure to wear off as soon as he got into the motions of what they were about to do.

With a grin, Firae crawled over to the Nord, her chest brushing against his in the water while her hand reached up to cup his face.

"You're such a handsome man, Erik. How can someone like you not already be taken?" the Daemon whispered, stroking his face with her slim fingers.

"Not many women pass through here," was his nervous reply. He still wasn't one hundred percent sure of what they were doing, but she had him bound strong enough to stop him from running away.

"I'm a woman," the Daemon said slyly, her dark eyes smoldering as Erik looked into them, "Would I have a chance to win you over?"

Before the lad even had a chance to respond, Firae's lips were on his, kissing him deeply. He hesitated for a few seconds, letting the redhead just kiss him, before he relaxed into it. He kissed her back, their lips moving against each slowly. He was even adventurous enough to bite her bottom lip, which made her gasp against his mouth.

They both could feel as Erik's cock twitched between them, almost painfully so. He would have been embarrassed, but when he felt Firae use her body to stroke it, all he could do was throw his head back and groan. Gods, did that feel good.

"Any woman that's passed you by was a fool. Your body is ready for the taking," Firae whispered seductively against his ear, kissing it for good measure.

Erik was once again rendered speechless, though instead of a kiss or spell, it was because of her smooth hand. It had dipped into the water without his knowledge, and when he least expected it, she wrapped around his most sensitive area, making the Nord hiss and swear. Firae smirked and kissed the corner of his mouth, making the redhead open his eyes.

"So very perfect, and so ready. You itch to bury yourself deep inside a woman, don't you?"

"I do," Erik said, somehow finding the strength not to act like such a child, "and I want that woman to be you."

"It was always going to be me, love," Firae sighed, moving over him while she talked so she could punctuate her words with his penetration.

They both cried out at the feeling, one that Erik had never felt before and one that gave Firae such a rush. Her body was connected with his, her body straddling him while her pussy surrounded him in a different kind of warmth. Firae let Erik savor the feeling for only a moment before she began to move.

The Daemon rode him slowly, riding his shaft and watching as the water rippled around them because of her movements. Her breathing was in time with her movements while Erik's was shallow, eyes wide. He'd pleasured himself before, just to feel that rush of a climax, but even his best hadn't felt like this.

Firae pressed her chest tightly against Erik's, letting her breasts and nipples rub against the hard muscles on his body. She moaned, a low sound, and moved her mouth to kiss and nip at the man's shoulder, making him growl. It was an arousing sound, the one only a man can make when he reaches that point of lust, and it made the Daemon shiver with want.

Erik wrapped his muscled arms around the woman riding him, letting his hands rest on the perfect roundness of her ass, and doing what seemed natural, used the grip to his advantage to bring her up and slam her back down. There were two groans of euphoria that were drowned out by the splash they had made.

Panting, Erik continued this, slamming Firae's warm and wet cunt down onto his cock, hitting deep inside her each time and making them both moan their pleasures. He was hitting all the right places, his large and smooth shaft getting to that perfect spot even though this was his first time, like he'd been made to please the redhead. On each and every down stroke, he'd come across that secret spot deep inside her, brushing it almost teasingly with the head before he'd slip back out of her. It was one of the most pleasurable but torturous things a man could do to a woman, and it made Firae throw her head back and whimper.

The man was keen on the ways he was pleasing her. His blue eyes, before so innocent and embarrassed, were filled with want as well as a little mischief. He pressed against that spot, and every time her breath would hitch. There was a small difference in the feel of it too, something he never would have noticed if she hadn't of given it away. And he wanted to make her cum, so very badly, to please her but also to know what it felt like to him. So he set into action.

Erik stopped Firae's movements, which dazed her for a moment as she noticed he was moving them a bit. He slipped farther down into the water, but his hips moved forward and lifted her up. She didn't have time to recognize the move before it was too late.

With renewed vigor, he started to pound into her, his plan being to fuck her to Oblivion. With an iron like grip he held onto her waist and used it as support to reach into her. So fast he thrust in and out of her, throwing the warm water out of the tub and soaking their clothes, but he didn't care. What he cared about was keeping up his pace, and watching her face change as he beat against that sweet spot in her each and every time.

"Erik, Erik! Oh Gods, your cock feels so good!" Firae shouted, her back arching and nails digging into his shoulders as she tried to keep a grip on this world. She wouldn't have been surprised if he actually fucked her back to hers.

"Scream my name," the redhead growled, hitting a spot rather painfully to punctuate his point. It only aroused the Daemon more. Her hands went to entangle in his orange hair, but she didn't say a thing.

He pumped into her again, hitting that painful spot though it made her gasp. Her chest was heaving with the exertion of holding back her screams, but it was worth it. He would punish her for not doing as asked and he'd do it again and again.

Again and again he did. Not only did he smash into her sweetest spot, but he mixed that pleasure with the pain and it all mixed together. Her orgasm hit and it sent her into obscenities, though the most common word being ripped from her lips was the man's name.

And just like he thought it would, the feeling of Firae coming around him was extraordinary. He shouted louder than Firae had screamed and held the woman close. But it was also too much for him. With her walls clenching around him, it was just too much. He felt himself about to let go as well and bit Firae's neck, trying to muffle his yells as he came inside her. Firae moaned at his climax as well as the bite. Erik had been such a wonderful mixture of pain and bliss.

And Firae fed. Off of her own orgasm as well as his, she fed. It filled her right back up, though this time it wasn't unpleasantly so, and the both slumped against each other, a little too worn to do much about it at the moment.

But as with all her little toys, the Daemon placed her lips against his and gave him her mark, which made him moan again. He would have gone straight to sleep, but the woman was decent enough not to just leave him there. After she dismounted him, she placed a hand over his heart, letting her magic seep through, and told him a command.

"Get dressed and head to sleep, my love. You'll wake up in the morning feeling better than ever."

When Erik opened his blue eyes the next morning, he felt absolutely wonderful. He felt like he'd taken a month long vacation of harvesting and had just relaxed. The only thing that bothered him at the moment, was a prickling feeling on his neck. He rubbed at it, but it didn't go away. Odd.

As soon as his eyes looked around his room, her noticed that on his bedside table was a note. Maybe from his father telling him he was going to Whiterun to buy some more supplies. He was shocked when he read it though.

Not so innocent anymore, are you love? I've marked you as mine, but my life is a constant travel. If you ever want to see me again real soon, maybe you should follow up on that dream of being an adventurer.

~Firae

How long had he been asking his father to just allow that dream? For how many years had he been stuck being Erik the Hoe Pusher? Maybe today he would change his father's mind.

No, not maybe, he would. With his new found confidence, he would persuade his father to let him go. And then he'd travel the world, gain experience, and maybe find her along the way.

A/N: I don't care all that much if there's spelling mistakes in this one xD It's late, I just finished it, and I'm dead, haha.

I love Erik so much, he's such a god damn cutie. The only time I hired him, he died and I just freaked. So, at a save point before, I told him to go home, that way I wouldn't put him in any more danger.

Sorry this didn't come out like it usually did, but I honestly needed a break from writing when it was Update Day. I had just written so much, including a smutty one-shot.

As well, I'll be gone for a couple of days because I'm going on a short vacation, so there won't be any updates for those days either. But while I'm gone, I'm going to try and write :]