Oh my god, what have I done. I just... I had an idea and I just ran away with it.

Sorry I'm not sorry


Firae was what most people would call a sexual deviant. She did things that most women couldn't or wouldn't do. Hell, men were notorious for being horn dogs, but there were still many things the Daemon would do that they wouldn't. Bondage was one of those things.

Though, as she pulled at the shackles placed securely around her wrists, Firae had to remind herself that she usually wasn't the one being held down. It made her frown and pull at the restraints again. They only jingled uselessly. The guards in the room only gave her a glance before standing at full attention again. At least she was lying in a bed, and not on the cold ground.

Firae wasn't going to lie to herself; as soon as they had shackled her up, there wasn't a chance she was getting out of the iron cuffs. She was strong, stronger than any mortal being on Nirin, but she wasn't that strong. But she never usually had to worry about being physically strong. She was gifted with her own powerful magic that got her out of situations just as well.

However, that magic ability seemed to be the problem at this moment. Her violet eyes glared daggers into the backs of the armored men—the looked filled with power—and they visibly shivered, but that was all. They should have been falling over themselves to set her free; they should have been killing each other to try and win her affections. Instead, they stood like the proud soldiers they were. Never had Firae been more angered in her life.

The redhead let out and angry breath and rattled the chains uselessly. This time the Nord men didn't even give her a second glance. She was moments away from turning to verbal assault when the double doors flew open, almost crashing into the walls. The movement startled the men to even stricter attention, and Firae was given a new face to glare at. Her anger dissipated quickly into shock when she recognized the man that strode through the door.

"Out," his accented voice said, the tone commanding. The guards saluted in perfect unison, never ones to question an order. They closed the door behind them, shutting the two up and giving them their quiet privacy.

"Well," Firae started, voice amused, "I didn't think I'd be seeing you again, Ulfric."

The blonde settled the woman with a hard gaze and moved until he was directly in front of the bed, looking down on the woman that lie in it. Firae gave him disinterested eyes, and would have looked at her nails out of boredom, if she'd been able.

"I knew the first time I saw you that there was something strange about you," he started, narrowing those pretty eyes even further, "something familiar, even. But I'd never seen you before in my life."

No, they hadn't met before. Firae would have remembered his handsome face. But now that he mentioned it… there did seem to be something about his presence. There was a very faint connection to them, though it was one that she'd never felt before.

"I'd let you slip out of my mind soon after we fled from the dragon. That is, until one of my men came baring a crimson brand on his neck."

Firae let her mind wander through all the people she'd fed off in Skyrim, but the only logical jump was to another blonde haired Nord, her first here in the cold land; Ralof.

"Then I knew why you were so familiar to me, why I felt your pull." He roughly pulled the collar down from his neck to reveal his own little brand at the base of his neck where it met his shoulder. Only this mark was the darkest black, though it had faded with age. Firae's eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Oh my, my sisters have been busy, haven't they?"

"I know what you are Daemon. Most of your victims don't, but I did my research after I was marked. I know my weaknesses to all of you, but I also know yours."

"You're immune to my magic, or any other Daemon's besides the one that marked you," Firae said, matter of fact-ly. A realization came to the redhead then. "Those guards had been marked as well, hadn't they?"

Firae didn't need to see the man nod to know it was true. Her kin had been busy here in Skyrim lately, and they hadn't even dropped by to say hello. It was quite rude, and she'd make a point of telling them so when she met them again.

"Why track me down, Ulfric? Sure, you know what I am, but what do you plan to do about it? Kill me? That will only send me back to my world, it doesn't stop me from coming back."

"Maybe I want to use you as a tool. Keep you here and feed you my enemies. When they come back wanting more, I'll hold all the cards." He seemed very serious about the idea.

Firae actually smirked. "You aren't the first, nor will you be the last, to think of that idea, Ulfric. It hasn't worked for anyone before you, and you know it. So there's another reason why I'm here."

The blonde seemed uncomfortable for a moment, like he hadn't thought this talk all the way through, and that's when the Daemon's amethyst eyes went back to the now invisible mark on the Nord's neck. Even though it was covered, she remembered how it looked. Such a deep black, though it had faded over time. There was only one reason that would happen.

"She left you that night," Firae said softly, almost sadly, "She placed that mark on you, took you as hers and left. But then she never came back, did she?"

"I was young when she found me, and by the Nine, she was beautiful. It had been one of the most amazing nights of my life," Ulfric confessed sadly, though it quickly turned into anger, "And when I woke up the next morning, she was gone. I looked high and low for her, wasted too many resources on her. I talked to other men and women that had been marked, same as me. They had stories where a beautiful creature had entranced them and owned them. But she always came back for them, always promised to be in their lives forever. She never came back for me."

And that was the cruelest thing a Daemon could do to a mortal. Sometimes they would use their powers to make the person they want, want them back—and yes, that was what some would call rape—but to own a man, make him want and need you, but never return to his side? It was awful; something Daemons didn't do. If word got around, the other sisters would kill her for it.

"She addicted you to her and cut off the supply. I'm sorry." Firae didn't remember the last time she'd apologized and meant it. Ulfric seemed to think of it as a lie and turned that angry gaze back to her.

"I don't need your fake pity, Daemon. You are all the same; you've treated your own share of victims the same way."

Now it was the redhead's turn to get angry. "They are not my victims; they are my lovers, my Marked Ones. It is the cruelest punishment to resent your Marked One and leave them to wither away. I would never do such a thing."

"You'd like me to believe that, wouldn't you?" the man seethed, standing up taller to look intimidating. Firae only glared.

"What do you want with me, Ulfric? You hate my kind, you want nothing to do with me. So answer me. Why—did—you—capture—me?"

"You want to know why?" he laughed bitterly, "I want to make you suffer, just like I had. I want to give you a taste of the very thing you feed on, but deny you the full pleasure of it. I want you to beg and plead for a release that I won't give. I want you to suffer."

Ulfric walked around to the side of the bed, towering over her prone form. He moved his hand, and Firae thought he meant to slap her. Her eyes widened when the man gently held her face, his large and calloused thumb stroking her cheek. For a man who had been talking about letting her suffer, this was much too gentle.

The hand moved farther back into her hair, tangling in the crimson strands, and Firae couldn't help but close her eyes against the feel. It was strange, being with another Daemon's man. No matter how gentle you tried to use your magic, the need within each woman was a primal and vulgar thing. They fed off the rough need men held deep within them. They begged for long, rough sex because it brought them the greatest feast. Being careful didn't fulfill that need.

But Firae's magic couldn't work like that against Ulfric, or any other marked man. They were resistant. In a way, they held all the power. Ulfric could have taken anything he wanted from the woman, and there wasn't much she could do about it. However, he was slow and steady, treating her like a fragile doll in his hands.

The redhead looked up into his eyes and saw tenderness there, though it wasn't for her. It was for a woman he been with one night and who he hadn't seen for a good portion of his life.

"You loved her," Firae stated. Not a question, but a true fact. It surprised the man enough to really look at her and nod his head.

"Why do I still long for her touch, yet be so bitter after her disappearance?"

"It's our magic. Other immortals see us as weak beings, but they don't understand the power of lust. It can cut just as well as any blade."

"I still hate you; hate you all."

"I know," the woman said before she leaned up and captured the man in a kiss.

Ulfric didn't hesitate to kiss her back. While his large hand held her gently, his lip were eager against hers, kissing her deep. His tongue slid deeply into the Daemon's willing mouth, exploring her, tasting her, and Firae let out a low moan that the Nord ate up.

The redhead was too busy reveling in Ulfric's kiss to mind when he moved his body over her. Really, she was just impressed by his expertise to completely cover her body with his own without breaking their kiss. She could only think about his mouth on hers until he pressed their groins together. Even through all the clothes they were both wearing, Firae could feel the huge thickness pressed against her most sensitive area.

She pulled away from the kiss, panting, and looked down while she licked her lips. Usually, the woman would have said some sarcastic remark, but was silenced when Ulfric pressed them closer together. Firae sighed happily and arched that part of her body against him, seeking that warmth that she very much wanted inside her.

Ulfric's other hand started to slowly trail up and down the woman's body, making her shiver, and his eyes followed the movement, using touch and sight to explore her body. A soft smirk played on his full lips as he began to stroke her breast through her shirt.

"I wonder if you'll be a screamer like she was. Every time I touched her in the right place, that sound was my reward. Gods, she was beautiful."

Firae gently nuzzled her head against the Nord's hand, making him look up, and she caught him with her eyes. He was as ready to go as a man could get, but she could feel the pain behind his gaze. She wanted to reach up and touch him, but nothing she could say would make him release her. Instead, she put all her emotions in her eyes for the world to see; for him to see.

"I can make you forget her, Ulfric. Not completely, but that tension in you, I can set it free. Let me."

Ulfric actually seemed hopeful for a moment, and the redhead could see his lips starting to form a "yes", but something in his mind kicked in and he was back to glaring at her. He shook his head and took his hand from her hair while the other grabbed her breast much harder.

"I won't fall for the lies again, Daemon. There's nothing you can do to get rid of this pain."

Before Firae even had a moment to argue her point, Ulfric was using his free hand to rip the Daemon's pants off, a simple movement for him, as if he'd done it before. The woman was soon bare from hips to thigh, revealing the wanting need to the Nord before her. He didn't even bother removing the pants the rest of the way before his hand brushed against her cunt, make the woman sigh shakily.

The blonde kept his eyes off of Firae's face, all his attention going to his fingers. With his one hand, he spread her legs and cupped her in his hand, feeling that warm wetness, and he actually shuttered. Firae wasn't sure if it was because of her herself, or if he was still lost in his memories.

Slowly, he pushed a finger inside her tight pussy, and it made both of them groan out loud. Ulfric didn't give her time to get used to the feeling before he pushed another thick digit inside of her, and Firae bit her lip to hide her sound of pleasure.

Ulfric began to move his fingers at a leisurely pace, getting a feel for the tightness around him. Every time he hit a certain spot, the Daemon would buck softly against him, pressing him against her harder. He grinned and moved faster, hitting that spot. His thumb soon joined in on the game, covering her clit and pressing against that bundle of nerves.

Firae's body reacted well to it and she moaned, her pussy tightening around the man's fingers. She was so ready for this, for him.

"Gods, you're so tight and wet," Ulfric hissed, now having to fight against her to push his fingers in as far as they would go. The redhead just moaned her response and struggled against the chains.

Unable to stop himself, Ulfric started to pump into the woman faster, harder, making those beautiful moans only women can make come from those full lips. At first, he had been forcing himself to look away from her, to focus on what he was doing, but once he had a glimpse at her pleasure ridden face, there was no looking away. They way her violet eyes rolled to the back of her head, or the way those white teeth clamped on that delicious lip. It was too beautiful a picture. Ulfric could feel himself growing harder in his pants, but he still had much planned for the woman.

Firae could feel herself going over the edge, so close she was almost there. All she needed was a little push, and her orgasm would take her. Just a little more from Ulfric and then…

And then he stopped. Quickly, the man pulled out his now soaked fingers and almost retreated from her body entirely. Firae's eyes snapped open to look at the man's smug face. Smirk on those pouty lips, he stuck those digits in his mouth and sucked away slowly, savoring the taste and making his own noises.

Something tightened painfully in the Daemon's chest, a surprising ache that made her wince visibly. It lasted for only a moment, but it was something that Ulfric's keen eyes saw. If possible, his smirk grew larger. Firae was tempted to start glaring again.

"Remember when I said I knew your weaknesses?" he asked, though he really wasn't looking for an answer.

"My sister has shared a little too much with you."

"Research gave me most of my knowledge. Your 'sister' was just the fuel behind my fire. And now I'll use it against you."

Wasting no time, the blonde started to slide down the woman's body, pulling her pants down more to reveal that creamy flesh. Firae didn't make it easy for him, but given her position, he had the upper hand. Using his large hands, Ulfric spread her thighs wider. He licked his lips sensually before going down on her, his hot breath against her for only a moment before his lips locked around her pussy.

"Oh god," Firae moaned, angered thoughts lost against the feeling of Ulfric sucking her lips into his mouth, swiping his tongue quickly against her. The chains rattled even louder in the Daemon's ear, and because she was straining so hard, the iron cuffs were starting to painfully dig into her wrists. That pain just mixed in with the pleasure of the Nord's tongue.

Ulfric pushed his tongue in deeper, lapping at her juices slowly, but eagerly, knowing that the more he did so, the more of the sounds the woman would make. It was almost impossible not to just rip his own pants off and fuck her senseless, but he got rid of the thought by gripping her thighs tighter. Firae groaned.

His tongue seemed to trace over every part of her, his spit mixing with her own juices, and Firae threw her head back, moaning and bucking. Every swipe of his tongue made her body dance, but he had already given his plan away to her. She knew what Ulfric was going to do, but it didn't make what she was feeling any less real. The pain in her chest started to ease as the pleasure in her body grew.

Ulfric could taste that giant wave of passion on his tongue; could feel it coming like his bones could feel a blizzard, and he stopped. Those teasing eyes locked with her pained yet pleasured face and the mix of it made him groan himself.

"Fuck," Firae cursed, straining against the chains, breathless. Only this time it wasn't because of the pleasure alone. The pain in her chest grew until it was doubled from only a moment before.

Ulfric left the woman with one more flick to her clit, making her shiver and groan in pain, before he stood up. He towered over her prone form, feeling guilty about the obvious pain she was in, but also aroused by it. Slowly, he removed his tight pants, peeling them away from his body so he could free himself. He kicked them off—with only a little difficultly from his boots—and continued to strip until he was completely bare. By the time he was done, the redhead had the sense enough to open her eye violet eyes and look at the potential meal before her.

"I see why my sister took a liking to you," Firae breathed, "You're exactly what my sisters and I look for in a Nord."

Ignoring her comment, the blonde cupped his cock in his hand, slowly stroking his hardened length, making a show out of it for the woman below him. He was slow and sensual, making sure that every part of his long shaft got equal attention. If possible, he got even harder, and it made him grunt—a deep and burley sound.

Firae hissed and wanted to look away, but she was too entranced by his body. The man knew how gorgeous he was, and he knew the exact thing to do against a Daemon with that body. The way he teased himself, pleasured himself… Firae couldn't help but imagine it was her playing with his chiseled body and she moaned for him.

"Will you not beg for this body? Will you not stoop down to an ungodly level and call out with your whore mouth for a taste or touch from me?" Ulfric whispered—mostly just for dramatic effects, but also because he was too turned on to give her much more.

Feeling weak and insulted, Firae glared up at the man, pushing through the pain in her heart to seethe at the man. "My begging will not bring your lost love back, Ulfric."

A quick and aching pain was Firae's answer against her face. Crimson blood trickled from her mouth to stain the bed, and the Daemon slowly looked back to look at the Nord. He still had his hand raised, rage painted over his face. The redhead watched as the emotions quickly changed to shame and he let his hand drop.

"I'm no better than the monster I'm accusing you to be," he said quietly, looking away. Shaking his head, the man walked over to a drawer next to the bed, producing a key, and started to unlock the Daemon. Firae watched him carefully, and didn't move until she was completely freed from the shackles. Ulfric kept his back turned to her.

"Gather your clothes and you're free, Daemon. I'll bother you no longer."

Slowly, the woman stood up from the bed, wiping the blood from her mouth and rubbing at her sore wrists, but she made no move to go anywhere. Silently, she padded over to the man, glancing at his toned backside. She brushed her hand gently against him, and when it didn't get a reaction from him, she stood to face him.

"Daemons are creatures of lust and love," Firae murmured, uncharacteristically gentle as she placed a small hand on his face, "let me show you."

Her lips brushed against his softly, pressing and molding against his pouty lips, and Ulfric could feel the warmth she gave. Groaning, he pressed against her, kissing her harder, and wrapped up her body in his thick arms. Ignoring his still very erect cock pressing against her, Firae continued to kiss the man, exploring his mouth slowly to taste him, to remember him while her sister forgot.

The blonde's hands started to slide and caress over the Daemon's body, and while the woman made small noises for him that he ate with his mouth, her attentions were all for him. Her hands moved into his hair, massaging and pulling his hair softly, earning her more whimpering sounds from the Nord.

Moving away from Ulfric's lips, Firae's kisses trailed down his chin, jaw, neck, until she reached the aged mark from one of her kind. Her tongue flicked out to touch the magic that lay there, and Ulfric gasped. It was like a sizzle against her velvety muscle, when it should have been a sharp shock. Her sister hadn't even been thinking about her Nord lover; Firae could taste that much.

The redhead continued to worry at the man's skin, nibbling, sucking, and licking. Ulfric held her tighter as she did so, unaware that she was testing the magic inside him. All he knew what that it felt damn good.

And then Firae didn't feel anything anymore. Not even a buzz of power. And just then, Firae knew what she needed to. Gathering that magic inside of her, as if she were preparing to cast her most powerful spell, Firae directed that ancient magic to gloss her lips. They glowed crimson for only a moment before Firae covered the old mark and shoved her power through.

"Fuck!" Ulfric cursed, holding the woman in a death grip as he clenched his eyes closed. His entire body twisted in a mix of pain and utmost pleasure, every muscle twitching under his skin as he cursed again. The magic that had been pushed within him mixed with his Shout, and the walls shook softly with it.

It took a moment, but soon the feelings bled out from him, leaving him back in his own body. But there was something… different. He felt energized—though he was panting—, strong, flexible, as if he were a young man again. And most importantly, he felt… happy. That hadn't truly happened in a long time.

Then the woman in his arms fell limp, and would have fallen to the floor if Ulfric hadn't tightened his grip around her in time. Alarmed, Ulfric pulled her closer, trying to inspect her, but her face was hidden in the crook of his arm, blanketed by her locks.

"Daemon," the blonde whispered, dark eyes looking over her form. Just as he had changed, so had she, though he could tell not for the better. Before, she had been so lively and fiery. Now, her bare skin seemed paler than milk, with the veins under her skin a dark contrast. Even her hair, the brightest red, had dulled to the color of rust. Ulfric was ready to call for a healer, but he could hear the woman mumbling something to him.

"She owns you no longer," the Daemon panted, breathing shallow, "I can't free you completely, but you're free of her."

"What did you do Daemon?" Ulfric scolded, sitting on the bed so he could cradle the woman in his arms. Now sure that he could hold her without dropping her, the Nord used one of his hands to brush away the hair from her face and almost gasped.

The dark veins that he'd seen so clearly on the rest of her body were thicker and darker on her face, giving her an almost demonic look. Her eyes had faded to a glowing purple, with no whites or a pupil. It was something he expected a Dremora to look like, but she just looked… so weak.

A shuddering smile was sent his way. "Firae. My name is Firae."

"Gods help us, you look…"

"I used all the power I had in me to remove her mark," the redhead explained, her voice growing softer, "It's not supposed to be possible, but…"

Ulfric, only hours before having planned her slow and excruciating death, could now only think of the wellbeing of the woman in his lap. He gently caressed her face, feeling it growing colder under his warm gaze, and his heart seized.

"What will happen to you?"

"Without my power… I'll be sent back to my world until I can heal. I guess my time here in Skyrim is up."

Shaking his head, Ulfric held onto her tighter and leaned closer to her. Most would have called the creature he now cradled ugly, and maybe he would have too if he hadn't just been bespelled by her, but all he could think was how beautiful she still was to him. And how much pain he'd feel in his heart if she was to vanish from his arms.

"I won't let them take you," the blonde whispered before he kissed Firae, pressing his lips harshly against hers. Feeling no resistance, he pushed his tongue into her mouth and deepened the kiss, getting a small sound from her. And while she grabbed onto him tighter, he didn't stop. He fed her his passion through his lips, willing her well again. He could only hope that it worked.

Firae suckled the energy he was unknowingly giving her, absorbing it as fast as her body would allow, and she could already feel the darkness of death leaving her body. It wasn't enough to keep her sated long, but she wasn't in immediate danger of being sent back.

Her warming hand rose to the back of Ulfric's neck, trying to bring him ever closer, while her own body was pulled towards his. His arms held her more securely,

The Daemon's fingers tangled into the Nord's locks, pulling softly while she devoured his lips, and Ulfric let a growl vibrate in his chest. He nipped at the woman's plump lips, drawing the bottom one into his mouth to suckle. Firae made her own sound in return.

By the Gods, he was a good kisser, but just kissing the man wasn't going to get the redhead anywhere. It would just continue her existence in this… hideous state. That being said, the hand that wasn't already busy travelled quickly down her lover's body, stopping here and there to appreciate the work, before her smooth hand could surround the Nord's deflated member. Gently brushing the muscle caused it to twitch, and Firae smirked.

Ulfric pulled away and looked at the Daemon, noticing the color coming back to her skin and the life returning to her eyes. Despite the arousing situation he found himself in, he couldn't help giving the woman a tender smile and a quick kiss.

"Looks like I've dug my claws too deep into you, Jarl," the redhead mumbled, still stroking the growing cock, "Only moments ago, you would have let me rot away. Now you hold me so carefully. Maybe I've tainted you."

"Maybe you have, Daemon," Ulfric sighed, stroking her cheek, "maybe you've replaced every vindictive spirit in my body with lust and love. Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and hate you as much as I did before. But right now, I just want to fill you and hear you call my name."

Without so much as a word of warning, Ulfric positioned himself and brought Firae's body down onto his engorged shaft, making the Daemon groan loudly and hold onto the man tighter. His arms wrapped tightly around her, the soft buck of his hips sending slow, lazy waves of pleasure to her core. All Firae could do was grip him tighter and pant.

The redhead tried to move her legs to at least straddle the man, rather than sit sideways on his lap like a child, but Ulfric only held onto her body tighter and shook his head. "Let me take you this way. Let me surround you and drive you slowly into madness."

Before she could even protest, a sharp thrust took her breath away and she stopped struggling. Instead, she met his rhythm, grinding against him as he pumped into her, causing thrills to go through each, and together they made their own music. Soft panting, muted sighs, the quiet whispers of each other's names. His thumb circling her clit made their harmony louder.

And all too soon, an orgasm slid its way through Firae's body, making her cry out and hold onto him, twitching in his arms. It was a powerful climax, but a relaxed one. One that tingled every one of her nerves over and over, but left her feeling fulfilled. The feeling only continued when the blonde grunted out her name and spilled inside her, his passion warm and soothing inside her.

After they'd both come down from Heaven, Ulfric moved them up towards the top of the bed, lying down with the creature in his arms, her head laying on his chest. He pet her hair while she drew unrecognizable shapes on his chest with her fingers, and the Nord couldn't remember the last time he felt so completely sated.

His eyes started to drift closed, an exhaustion starting to come over him, but he was able to mumble out one last thing before he fell asleep.

"Stay," he softly commanded.

Before he drifted off, he could have sworn he heard her answer. "Of course."


When Ulfric woke up the next morning, there was no fog to his mind. He remembered everything as if it had just happened. He expected the anger to overtake his being again, to feel his heart being squeezed by the absolute agony of it, but he continued to feel at peace. So Firae had really released that from him.

"You're awake."

Blinking, the blonde looked over to his side, surprise widening his eyes when he realized the Daemon was actually still here, in his bed and within touching distance. This was an abnormality to him. From all the victims he had talked to, the night of passion had always been like some kind of dream, the only proof that it happened being the Daemon's mark. The creatures themselves never lingered longer than they had to.

Yet, here the beauty was, still naked to the chilled air and looking him over with a gentle gaze.

"Why are you still here?"

"As I remember," she started, a teasing tone coating her voice, "I was ordered to stay by my Jarl. Would I ever disobey his direct order?"

"Your kind would if it benefitted them," he replied, matter of fact rather than harsh. Firae laughed, making her breasts bounce, and it made the Nord's body twitch.

"Now isn't that the truth," she retaliated softly, moving closer and laying her hand on his chest.

His larger hand covered hers before pulling her to him and wrapping her around him. He was already ready for her, and her delicious moan as he again filled her only made him happier.

He knew why she had stayed. If he had seen that she'd fled in the middle of the night, he might have been back at square one, hunting her down with a pain in his heart. But unlike her kin, she cared about him more than he could ever know.

He stared into her eyes and savored the moment hers glazed over with a climax, her pleasure screamed to the sky above, and he thanked Talos for the precious second chance he'd been given.


Guys, I did a thing. A really long thing. When I first thought of this idea, it was going to be wild and crazy sex, but it turned into super tender ._. Oh well, I love Ulfric, so this made me happy. Hopefully it made you happy as well :D

And not mad at me because it's been forever.