"What are you doing here?" Vile asked as he walked by Molag with Barbas behind him.

"Well, I'm here...to…" Molag was staring at Vile as he passed by.

Vile felt a slight blush as he knew what he was staring at. It was like last time he was with Molag, he was undressing him with his eyes. Vile got the chills and felt immediately uncomfortable from the staring as he walked to his stump chair.

"Here to what Molag?" Vile asked him as he wobbly walked.

"Here to make a deal~!" Molag snickered.

Just before he was gonna sit, he saw a flash of grey and something swept away his feet causing him to trip. He felt a large, cold hand caught his body and clutch it while another cold hand grabbed his right hand. Vile looked up to see Molag behind him with a sinister smirk as he clutched Vile's body tighter. He could hear something thump into his stump chair as well as someone hitting Molag's skin. Molag had pushed Barbas into the chair and sat on him. Vile tried to move himself but Molag's grip only tightened even more and he lifted Vile up to his lap.

"W-What deal d-did you want to strike Molag Bal?" Vile stuttered as he spoke quietly.

"You know what I want Vile! And I can give an adequate amount of souls for it~!" Molag growled a whisper into Vile's ear.

Molag repositioned his hand on Vile and started to rub his fingertips against his toga, moving it to touch the skin on his chest. They started to rub all over his chest in a vertical fashion, leaving light marks. Vile, being semi-weak due to Barbas's fatigue and his own injuries, couldn't squirm much against Molag's assault on him. He felt a long, slimy tongue wrap around his bloodied ear then slide along the gash on his cheek and the sound of Molag's slurping it back into his mouth echoed in Vile's ear.

"Such sweet blood…" Molag whispered.

Molag licked his lips then slowly slid out his tongue again, following the same path it took before as it lapped more blood. Vile shuddered and bit his bottom lip as flashbacks from what happened with Hircine started to haunt his mind again. He needed to say something and get Barbas free or he was gonna lose it like back then.

"You want my body… for souls…" Vile repeated back to distract himself from what Molag was doing.

"Yes~! You can't tell me that wouldn't interest you~! You're very interested in souls just like me~! There's a reason necromancers and vampires make up most of our worshippers~!" Molag responded after retracting his tongue.

"My body is worth more than just souls! Especially for what you're after… y-y-you are...ahhh…gonna… ahh..!" Vile managed to get out weakly.

Molag snickered as his fingers stopped over Vile's nipples and started rubbing them, causing Vile to try and lean forward. Molag allowed Vile to lean forward as he started to play with him. He flickered out his tongue and licked up Vile's back to his neck, repeating this action as it earned shudders and moans from Vile.

"S-Stop…! W-we haven't… m-made a deal…! Y-you can't...ah..!" Vile blurted out, shaking a bit and using his free hand to push against hand Molag had on him.

"I already made my offer…~!" Molag mumbled with his tongue out, licking Vile's back still.

"T-Then I don't accept…! No-No deal…! I don't want…!"

"Oh but your body says that you do want it~! C'mon now Vile~! I can satisfy that need your sweet, little body craves~! All you gotta say is deal~!"

"N-No…"

"You want to say yes though~!"

"No, I d-don't..!"

"Yes, you do~!"

Molag slid out his tongue from the side of his mouth and dragged his tongue up Vile's back to his neck but stopped there. The tongue suddenly wrapped around his neck once and the tip of Molag's tongue hovered itself over Vile's lips. Vile squeezed his eyes shut and quickly closed his mouth tight as the tongue's tip started to press against them, trying to get them to part.

"Open that pretty little mouth of yours Vile~! I only want a taste~!" Molag snickered.

The tongue started to constrict around Vile's neck as the tip pressed harder against his lips. Molag let go of Vile's right hand and Vile moved it to grab onto the tongue around his neck, trying to pull it off him but it's too slimy to grip onto properly. Molag moved his now free hand to Vile's leg, moving up it to his thigh as he pushes up the end of the toga. He hooked a claw around Vile's underwear and pulled it down to his ankles.

"Mmmm~! Oh how cute~! Never imagine you were that pure~! Hehe~! Now, this makes me even more excited!" Molag whispered.

Molag, quickly and eagerly, moved his free hand's fingers from Vile's underwear to between his legs, rubbing aggressively against his now exposed area. Vile jolted and started to squirm but Molag's grip on his chest kept him mostly still. His body started to get hot as his cheeks turned red. Vile couldn't believe it. His own body was betraying him and getting turned on by this. It's like Molag knew exactly how to get his body to submit to him and Vile just broke at the thought.

"Good~! You don't have to speak~! Your body just told me 'deal' for how wet you are~!" Molag gave a sinister laugh as he spoke.

Molag suddenly slammed his top jaw into Vile's shoulder. Vile's eyes shot wide open with small tears flicking out of them. Pain shot through his body but strangely it felt familiar. Vile then realized that was the spot Boethiah bite that time ago in his bedroom. It started to click to Vile as what Molag was urging the most was the spots Boethiah touched. Were he sank his teeth, his lips, his right hand where he slapped her, his left cheek and etc. These spots were where he had contact with her. His whole body probably even reeked of her because of how close he was with her these last few days. Molag must have known that Vile was seeking Boethiah for a deal and not him. He was doing this to take him before Boethiah could to rub it in her face. He growled and started to get rougher with his assault.

"Mmm~! You seem to get why I want you now~! Hehe, let's get that bitch's scent fully off you~!" He snarled slightly against Vile's skin.

Vile's distracted mind accidentally caused him to slightly part his lips but Molag's tongue tip dived right in, forcing his mouth to open widely. Vile curled his nose in disgust. Out of the few prince's who tasted his mouth, Molag tasted the worse. The foul taste caused Vile to gag a bit and he started to clench his thighs together. Vile had to stop his. He was already beyond his breaking point and started to feel like whatever strength was left was leaving him. Mustering up the last of his power, he chomped down onto Molag's tongue.

Molag screeched out as he retracted his tongue quickly and lifted his head up. He lifted up his hands from Vile's body so fast that it caused Vile to fall forward onto the ground. He landed on his tummy hard, causing the wind to get slightly knocked out of him. He closed his eyes to take the time to catch his breath and to try and cool his overheating body but a large shadow suddenly covered his body. He was turned onto his back with such force that he coughed and a bit of blood dribbled down his chin. His arms were pinned with a single hand over his own head as he peeked out from his closed eyelids. Molag was over him, growling with an expression of rage.

"You DARE think you could do that and get away unscathed?! Foothish prince!" Molag yelled with his injured tongue as he lifted up his free hand.

He swiftly threw it down, striking it against Vile's right cheek. Vile squeaked out once slapped and saw Molag lift his arm once more, growling and lashing his tail. His eyes were filled with rage, which made Vile start to regret biting him.

"You WILL accept my domination! Whether you like it or not!" Molag growled out as he slapped Vile again.

"Y-you're forgetting… w-why you sat down idiot!" Vile barely spat back due to his lack of breath and now swollen cheek.

Vile looked towards where his stump chair would be behind Molag because the large prince was blocking his view. Molag blinked a bit then turned his head around to look back at the stump chair. To both of our surprise, Barbas wasn't in the chair at all but on the ground next to it. Asleep with a black cloth over his eyes and ears. The cloth had the word 'Silence' in daedric on it but someone was standing next to Barbas.

Molag growled out, "Boethiah…!"

Vile couldn't have felt more relieved that there, standing next to Barbas, was Boethiah. She had her gold sword unsheathed in her right hand and bouncing behind her neck with this strange look. Her eyes had that glare of an irritated anger but also a bit of a protective anger. Vile couldn't tell who she was directing that anger at but he soon found out when she quickly swung her sword from behind her neck and into Molag's thigh. He quickly got up from Vile and backed up, growling at her.

"Why are you here bitch?!" Molag snarled.

"I don't have to answer to you bastard!" Boethiah snarled back as she stepped forward by Vile's legs.

"Gah! You ruined my fun with your presence!"

"Then leave you arrogant fool!"

"Grrrr…! Fine! But Vile…!" Molag growled as he turned his head to Vile.

Vile was only able to host his upper body up with his arms but couldn't lift his hips. Everything felt like it was burning with pain and pleasure in his body. He started to practically shiver from Molag's cold gaze.

"I will get what I want from you soon enough! Just you wait! Your dog and this bitch can't be here for you forever! Especially when my friend arrives…! Ho ho~! You'll be in for some trouble, brat!" Molag spat as he turned around, opening a portal.

Vile heard him step through it and shut the portal as he laid there on the ground. He perked his head up slightly at the sound of crunching grass from someone walking towards him. He looked over to see Boethiah had shifted that horrifying gaze to Vile.

"Well well… someone forgot to close their portal from my world and look at the little brat now..." Boethiah spoke with an odd tenderness.

Boethiah held her sword in her right hand as she lowered it towards Vile's body. She let the sword hit onto Vile's panties, cutting them in half. She continued to walk slowly to the side of Vile, blade trailing on his skin as it went up against his leg and to his thigh. She was cutting up his toga and stopped to quickly nick the rope with her sword, causing it to snap. The rest of Vile's toga fell off him, exposing his full body to Boethiah. Boethiah's frown turned into a snarl of anger as she stared at him till she shut her eyes and kneeled by Vile's face. She whipped the sword back behind her neck and bounced it again. Vile was frozen, staring at Boethiah with fear as a growing dread sunk into his chest. He felt powerless against her as his body was still weak and burning. He was afraid of what she was going to next. Afraid she was gonna kill him.

"... in the perfect state for me to get payback!"