The hair on the back of Caillech's neck bristled, and goosebumps erupted down her exposed arms. She was perched studiously on Hircine's knee as he lounged in a large wooden chair at the end of the long dinning table of Jorrvasker. Ria and Njada had flocked to the chairs beside him, their eyes alight with curiousity and desire. Hircine's thumb rubbed over the silver wolf head ring that rested on Caillech's finger; his ring. Aela and Skjor sat a few chairs away, seemingly lost in their own conversations, but Caillech knew they were listening to every word that left Hircine's curved lips.
Caillech's eyes were fixed on the toes of Hircine's leather boots, she could feel his eyes burning into her skin from clean across the mead hall. She didn't dare look up to make eye contact with Morvan, or to even see if he was indeed looking at her. She had seen how wounded he looked when he had entered the Hall to see Caillech pinned the the side of another man. Another alpha, no less, who ranked much higher than he could ever imagine.
"Hircine, huh?" Ria's voice sounded in front of her. Caillech lifted her eyes to look at the Imperial woman, "The Lord of the Hunt in the flesh?" her tone was teasing. Caillech braced herself for Hircine's reaction, he usually had no patience when it came to ignorance.
"My parents were devote followers." he said, a crooked smile dancing on his lips, but it didn't reach his cold eyes. The two women seemed satisfied with his answer and Caillech glanced over her shoulder to look at the Daedric Prince. She didn't dare voice her question of why the Dremora Lord was hiding who he really was. The look in his eyes wasn't warm, or adoring, or anything similar to the looks he gave her in his realm. It was cold, haunting even, and posessive. Caillech lowered her eyes to the front of his cuirass, her skin flushing a light scarlet. Hircine smirked at her, lifting his hand to her hair and pulled it free of the ponytail. Her long dark hair cascaded over her right shoulder, and Hircine nuzzled into the dark curtain, breathing in her scent hungrily.
The sound of a tankard slamming into wood, echoed through the hall. Caillech and the rest of the mead hall looked to where Morvan had been sitting. Mead was dripping down the wall, and Morvan was now dissapearing through the front doors of the hall. Caillech's heart twisted, she longed to run after him and beg him to understand. But how could she explain any of this to him? It wasn't exactly a conventional relationship by any sense of the word. Ria and Njada glanced at Caillech, obviously judging her without mercy.
"Keep looking at me like that, I will rip your eyes out and feed them to the crows," she snarled at them, her wolf side's hackles lifting and snapping her teeth at the two women. They turned to each other and looked as though they were trying to surpress their laughter.
BANG! Caillech stood and knocked Njada's cup of wine from the table and slammed her fist down in front of them with such force, the thick wood of the table splintered from the blow. A long thin crack stretching from the corner to nearly the center. Ria and Njada had jumped to their feet and drew their side arms, pointing them at Caillech. Vilkas and Farkas sprinted across the room from their chair's, Caillech could only guess if it was to defend her or the two women she was snarling at. Hircine calmly moved between them, his back to Najda and Ria. He looked down at Caillech, the fondness had returned to his blue eyes. He ran his fingertips down her arm and to her now bleeding hand. He gestured to the front doors with his other,
"Shall we?" he asked, smiling at her. Caillech glared at the two Companion women, who now had the fear of her rage in their eyes. She grinned smugly at them and looked at her cousins. They were glaring at the women cooly, Caillech knew the twins would make sure the whelps would learn their lesson. Poor Ria and Njada were both human, with nothing special about them really. Caillech would have ripped them limb from limb without even breaking a sweat. She walked with Hircine to the front doors of Jorrvasker and left the bewildered Companions in their violated safe haven.
Caillech and Hircine walked down the flight of stairs from Jorrvasker and down into the market square of Whiterun. He brushed his lips over her blood covered hand, kissing the torn flesh gently. His eyes blazed with desire and Caillech's blood heated in response. Everything about the Prince was so physical, so instinct driven, she didn't know how she was going to keep up. Caillech also didn't have a clue as to why he had chosen to appear here on Mundus. Was he really threatened by Morvan? They walked through the square, between the General store and apothecary, towards the outer wall of Whiterun.
Drawing near the stones, Caillech let out a cry of surprise as Hircine suddenly threw her to the ground. Her back slammed against the golden grass and Hircine was between her legs once more, his teeth nipping at the soft flesh of her neck.
"You have learned the way of the wolf well, my darling Caillech," he purred in her ear, grinding his hips against her roughly. Caillech's body heated through to her core almost instantaniously, and she whimpered with desire, tipping her head back against the grass, yeilding to his will. His hands gripped her wrists tightly, pinning them above her head, as he bit and kissed her neck pushing his hips against hers rythimcally. She longed for them to be free of their restraining garmets, to feel his skin against hers, and feel him inside of her.
"You embrace her power so willingly, it is intoxicating to watch," he growled, kissing over her jaw line and up to her lips. Flicking her lips with his tongue, he waited for her permission to invade. She submitted to him willingly, claiming Hircine's mouth with her own hungrily. Caillech wrapped her legs around the Daedra's waist, using her feet to push his hips against hers more urgently. Hircine moaned and pushed his forhead against hers, his breathing becoming harsh through his parted lips.
"You are so..." he kissed her lips gently "...addictive." he purred releasing one of her hands and running his down the front of her body. Caillech arched her back from the ground into his touch, biting her lower lip. Looking up at Hircine through her long dark lashes, his eyes were burning with a flaming hunger, wide and wanting.
"Hircine..." Caillech whimpered, his name rolling from her tongue longingly.
"Hey!" A voice startled Caillech from her wanton daze, and a low growl built within Hircine's chest. "If you're going to fuck, find a more private place." Caillech looked up at the Whiterun guard that had walked up behind them on his routine patrol. Hircine stood slowly, a smirk spreading across his face, pulling Caillech up to her feet and pinning her against his side. His hand gripping her ass tightly.
"I find your wolfish grin... unsettling..." the guard said his eyes widdening slightly, looking at Hircine's glinting teeth.
"I didn't think anyone would have minded the view, she does have a delicious ass." Hircine growled his blue eyes flashing dangerously. Even under his helm, Caillech could see the man's face flush scarlet and could hear his heart pounding under his chain mail. He turned on his heel and continued his patrol. Caillech balled her hand into a fist and struck Hircine as hard as she could in the chest. The breath left his body and he stumbled backwards, his eyes flashed coldly.
"I don't like the idea of you enjoying someone watching us." she snarled at him. Hircine flashed his crooked grin, and before Caillech could blink his hand was wrapped around her throat.
"Don't be mistaken, I will rip the eyes from anyones head who finds pleasure in the sight of you," Caillech gasped for air against his grip, and bared her teeth at the Prince. His blue eyes were cold and his canines extended slightly, "And I will rip the heart from anyone's chest who gets a taste of what belongs to me." Hircine kissed her roughly, his teeth digging into her lower lip. The sweet metallic taste of blood filled Caillech's mouth before Hircine pulled away from her.
"Remember that the next time Morvan tempts you into a midnight hunt." the Prince growled lowly. Caillech's chest constricted painfully and her eyes widened. Hircine's hand vanished from her throat. She coughed and gasped for breath, rubbing her now bruising throat. Before Caillech could even think of a response, a thunderous roar echoed through the sky. Hircine glanced up into the clouds, his eyes narrowing against the light. He scoffed slightly,
"Sons of Akatosh are always so... brash." he said. Waving his hand, a large bow materialized, glimmering and glowing brightly, as if made from the fires of Oblivion. A ghostly quiver of arrows appeared on his back and he notched one. The sound of flapping wings passed over their heads, and another tremendous roar echoed across the sky. Caillech covered her sensitive ears as they began to ring from the force of the sound.
Hircine glanced over his shoulder at her and smirked.
"Coming pup?" he asked her. Caillech glared up at him, she loathed his cocky attitude, she hated how he thought he owned her. He didn't posess her, she could do whatever she wanted. But his warning. She could do whatever she wanted, but he would make sure she would pay for those choices. She followed him back to the market square, keeping close to his side. Caillech didn't have her armor or any of her weapons, but Serana had taught her a thing or two about sorcery on their travles. Warmth spread down her right arm, and her fingertips sparked with a deep purple magicka.
The townsfolk of Whiterun began to panic as they came to stand by the well in the middle of the square. Caillech's eyes were fixed on the overcast sky, looking for any sign of the beast circling overhead. The clouds were thick and served as perfect cover for the Dragon. The guards were ushering everyone into the nearest buildings and archers stalked the streets, keeping their gazes towards the heavens.
"Mila?! Where's Mila!?" Carlota Valentia's voice was shrill as she demanded to know where her daughter was. Caillech could care less what happened to Carlota, the whore, but Mila was barely 9. Another roar echoed through the sky and it was undoubtably closer than the last. Caillech looked down the main street of Whiterun. She could see Mila sprinting as fast as her short legs would carry her. Caillech ran to meet her, sweeping her off of her feet into her arms. Mila shrieked and clutched to Caillech as the clouds swirled and the gigantic lizard crashed to the ground in front of her. The beast landed with such force, it shook the ground like an earthquake, sending Caillech stumbling as she retreated back to the square. Seemingly from nowhere Morvan appeared at her side, lifting Caillech to her feet and pushing her towards the square, drawing his ebony sword.
Hircine sent the first arrow flying and it embeded into the eyesocket of the beast. It gave a tremendous shriek of pain and Caillech dove behind the small wall of the well, covering Mila's small body with her own as the Dragon gave a blast of an inferno from it's maw. Carlota was screaming from the doorway of the Bannared mare, and fighting ruthlessly against the grip of two guards to get to her daughter. The heat swirled around Caillech and she tightened her protective curl around Mila, who was screaming into her belly, hiding her face from the seering heat.
"Mila, run to your mother. Run!" Caillech shoved the young girl out from cover as the heat dissapeared. Caillech stood and turned to face the Dragon, her hands crackling with lightning. Guards were swarming from the side streets, Hircine fired arrow after ghostly arrow into the scaley hide of the beast. She saw Morvan take a deep breath in, and then his voice echoed through the sky with a thunderclap. A blast of magic expelled from his body, sending the Dragon reeling backwards and snapping his maw in frustration. Caillech lept over the well and sprinted down the street towards the beast. Flying past Hircine she sent a lightning bolt flying from her fingertips, striking the lizard in the face.
The Dragon roared and flapped his mighty wings, taking flight once more. The clouds swirling and dancing, betraying his position. The dragon released another spout of fire from his bloodied maw as he flew over head. Caillech lifted her hand and slammed it to the ground, the ground cracked in a perfect circle around her as her shimmering blue ward surrounded her in a dome. The fire cascaded over the ward, protecting Caillech from the blast, but the heat still licked at her flesh and she could feel her arms burning.
Dropping her protective spell she glanced around as the fire disipated. A few guards were rolling on the ground, screaming in pain, their golden Whiterun garmets alight with flame. Several lay littered along the street, the stentch of searing flesh and smoke filled Caillech's nose and her eyes watered against the sting. Morvan was crouching behind a building, his eyes alight with determination. His hood had blown off from the flapping wings of the dragon, and his long pointed ears were clearly visible. Well cat's out of the bag now. Caillech thought, smiling to herself.
She didn't have time to laugh about it, the dragon landed on a building above her head, sending ornate stone carvings tumbling from the roof and crashing down beside Caillech. The dragons eyes were fixed on Caillech's, and she lost herself in the beauty of his hard glimmering scales, hawk yellow eye, and powerful muscles. Almost sensing her admeration, the Dragon straightened himself up to his full height. Spreading his wings and giving her a low rumbling snarl, his one good eye boring into her gray ones.
A glowing arrow flew through the air and struck the dragon in the thick muscle of his neck, breaking the two from their daze. The dragon whipped his head towards Hircine and opened his maw once more, sending a blast of fire towards the Daedric Prince. Lifting his hand, Hircine deflected the inferno easily, sending it swirling passed him, and disipating into billowing white smoke. The dragon crawled down the side of the building and back onto the street, his tail slamming into the side of the stone building and sending the walls colapsing in. Luckily it was the old vacant Breezehome house, no one had lived there for years.
The dragon turned his attention back to Caillech and stalked towards her. Waving her hands at the ground in front of her, the ground cracked as she sent a wall of ultra violet lightning up from the ground. The dragon roared in pain as the electricity coursed through his tough hide and crackled around him. Seizing her opertunity, Caillech sent a long tendril of electric magicka through the air. It wrapped like a whip around the Dragons neck, just behind his skull. Sending up her powerful ward spell once more, Caillech grunted and tugged with all of her strength on the dragons head, pulling it down towads the earth.
The beast screamed in rage and the inferno swirled around Caillech once more. The heat was almost too much to bear, but she kept her hold on her magicka. She roared with effort and colapsed to one knee, pulling with all of her might, dragging his skull down to the earth. She watched as if time had slowed, Morvan running up from behind the beast, dodging his lashing tail, and leaping atop his head. Morvan raised his ebony sword above his head and plunged it through the top of the great dragons skull. The beast gave a roar and colapsed to the ground, his breath giving out in a low hiss, the blaze dimming from his eye.
Dropping her ward and calling back her tendrils of lightning, Caillech kelt on the ground, wiping sweat from her forhead. Her whole body trembled, her limbs ached and she closed her eyes. She had never used that much magic in one go before. Serana hadn't lied to her, it did take almost all your energy from you.
"Caillech!" she heard Morvan's voice from somewhere behind her, but it was muffled. She opened her eyes, the street swirled before her, and her shoulder hit the ground as she colapsed onto her side. A tear rolled down her cheek slowly. She almost laughed as her head was lifted from the stone ground, both Hircine and Morvan swiming into her view. This magic stuff was great. Her body was numb and her hands trembled as she touched both men's cheeks. Warm golden and blue light swirled around Morvan and engulfed the three of them kneeling on the street. She blinked trying to focus her sight on Morvan.
"Good kill," she mumbled to him and he smiled at her. She could hear Hircine snarl at him as she closed her eyes and rested her head into the Daedric Prince's lap.
"I know why you are drawn to her Morvan," he whispered at him, "But she is mine. If you so much as look at her in a way I don't like, I will rip your heart from your chest. Do you understand me?" Hircine's voice was low, and Caillech could feel the Alpha male roll of of him in waves. And for once, Morvan's wolf tucked his tail.
"Yes, father." his voice was low and defeated. Caillech slipped from conciousness, into comforting darkness.