An aching pain and darkness is all Vile felt when he finally regained consciousness. He groaned as he slowly moved his hands to feel where he is. All he felt was fur. Fur on top of fur, furry pillows were his head rested on and even fur over him. His hands slowly clamped over the fur and his heart dropped. These were pelts and this meant one thing. He was in the Hunting Grounds, confirming it was what sounded like trees rustling trees and the hot most feeling of the air. As Vile started to shuffle around a bit, he realized something. He was completely naked underneath all these pelts. He gulped slightly and tried to pace his breathing, keeping his eyes closed as Hircine could be near. He wanted to pretend he was still asleep and think of a plan before acting.
As if on cue, Vile perked his ears to the sound of someone moving their boots across dirt, saying, "I think he'd just shuffled in his sleep..."
That was definitely Hircine's voice. Vile started to feel nervous as Hircine sounded as if he was watching him and also right next to the bed, but also sounded like he was talking to someone. He wasn't alone.
"Are you sure? He should've been awake by now! I didn't hit him that hard! Maybe he's just faking…" Another voice answered Hircine as the sound of boots slowly walking to the edge of the bed where Vile's face is.
That voice was Boethiah's. Vile was sure of it. He wondered what she was doing here in the Hunting Grounds and better yet, with Hircine. Vile had many questions but suddenly popping his head up and asking them is out of the question. Besides, with Boethiah so close to his face and suddenly startling her like that would likely get him stabbed.
"Oh Boethiah, calm down! I'm sure he was tired before you knocked him out! He did 'die' quite a number of times…" Hircine responded unfocused as it sounded like he was sharpening his spear.
"...tired huh? You call gouging out Jyggalag's eyes and beating him with his own arm tired?" Boethiah snorted, rolling her eyes Vile imagined.
"Probably running on anger… after all, Jyggalag deserved it!" Hircine growled to himself, sharpening his spear more aggressively.
Boethiah was silent for a bit before stating, "Hmmm, oddly protective of this bunny deer boy…?"
Hircine growled under his breath, "Don't you ever call me deer boy again! And so what if I'm protective...?"
Hircine stopped sharpening his spear. Vile could feel it. Hircine's gaze burning into him, sending a chill up his spine. Vile tried to calm himself and not show that he's awake but it was getting very hard to at this point. He was starting to feel uncomfortable being in this conversation.
"Mmmm, I should stab him just to see if he's awake now…" Boethiah mumbled as the sound of her drawing out a dagger rang out by Vile's ear.
Vile felt the bed suddenly bounced as a large hand slammed down into Vile's back and Hircine snarled out, "You wouldn't dare…!"
Boethiah snickered as she ran her dagger through her fingers saying, "Well… I won't now~!"
It took every fiber of his being not to move or scream out in pain as Boethiah continued, "You did it for me~!"
Hircine stopped and lifted his hands up still staying on the bed as Boethiah continued, leaning down closer to Vile, "Protective… but yet ironic~!"
Boethiah's dagger seemed to click on something else above Vile as she whispered, "Ironic because you were the first to hurt him~! So bad in fact that he sought revenge after you but go hurt even more in the process… Hmmm~!"
Hircine was staying silent, probably clutching his spear as Boethiah snickered out, "Grip that weapon any tighter and you're gonna break it… like how you did with Clavicus Vile's first-"
"I DIDN'T WANT… I DIDN'T MEAN…!" Hircine roared out before stopping himself and sighing, placing his head in his hand as the sound of his nailed clicking against the bony skull could be heard.
Boethiah raised an eyebrow and with a stern voice, asked, "Did you wanna complete that statement, deer boy?"
Hircine sighed and whispered out, "I said to stop calling me that! And I mean… that pull towards him is strong. When he's in your view, he just gets so mesmerizing and his smell…! He wasn't like this before… I'm sure you know what I mean. It's like his body-"
"Is cursed."
Vile found himself saying as he slowly pushed himself up. He couldn't help himself anymore. He had to tell them what really happened and more importantly apologize to Boethiah. He knew now that she didn't do anything wrong and that he was stolen out of his bed.
As he sat near them, the two other princes looked at him as Vile continued, "That damn Mora had a curse made from Malacath and placed it on me! Some brother he is…!"
Boethiah huffed and rolled her eyes as she said, "I can barely believe that such an aedric rooted prince could come up with such a powerful curse…"
Vile snorted, "Heh, me either! But on a more important matter…. WHY AM I HERE!?"
The sudden yelling made Boethiah jump back a bit and Hircine flicker his ears back as Vile snapped his head towards the deer-like prince, "And you…! Not only did slamming your hand into my back earlier hurt like hell but you put me through hell like no other, you mutt!"
Vile suddenly grabbed one of the many pillows in each hand and whacked Hircine across the skull head twice on each side. The pillows suddenly exploded on impact in a giant cloud of white, fluffy feathers. Vile grabbed another pillow and smacked Hircine's deer skull underneath the chin, splitting the deerskin to hair as the skull was smacked to the top of his head. His nordish like form's yellow eyes slightly glared at Vile as that pillow exploded as well then when Vile reached for another and raised it up. Hircine held up his hands to defend himself from Vile's sudden outburst.
"Wait, little rabbit…!" Hircine managed to get out before spitting out feathers.
"No! And don't call me that you… you…! Arrghh! I don't know what but for what you did to me…!" Vile growled out.
"But little rabbit, let me explain!" Hircine mumbled underneath a blanket of white feathers.
Vile didn't care though and smacked Hircine right in the face, letting the pillow once more explode and the once settled feathers go flying in the air again. Vile stopped for a bit as he ran out of breath and pillows to fight with. Hircine just sat there on the bed, covered in feathers as he sneezed and blew feathers from his mouth. He looked severely unamused as Boethiah was holding back from laughing, but Vile still wasn't happy.
"Seems the little bunny didn't like you talking, deer boy~!" Boethiah snickered.
"Don't…! Don't call me that! Besides, he hates you too!" Hircine growled, spitting feathers in the process.
"Not anymore you damnable… cursed…!" Vile hissed as he rambled, throwing piles of the feathers at Hircine.
"Wait, you're not?" Boethiah asked as she leaned onto Vile from behind, looking down at him amused but also quite intrigued.
"Y-yes… Mephala and Sanguine told me what really happened so you're off the hook on my bad list." Vile pouted as he felt a blush start to streak across his face at the feeling of Boethiah's body on him.
Boethiah wrapped her arms slowly around Vile's shoulders and pressed her lips against his ears, whispering in a slight sinister teasing tone, "Aww, how sweet~! My little bunny has warmed back up to me~!"
"A-and…?" Vile grumbled, pouting even more as Boethiah's eyes flashed a certain hunger to them.
Vile blushed redder as Boethiah licked the shell of his ear. She purred against his skin and leaned more of her weight onto him, pushing him down onto the pelts and feathers. Boethiah licked her lips as she looked down at her little bunny. Vile noticed that Boethiah wasn't wearing her usually heavy-set metal armor, but a lighter and thicker leathered armor embroidered with her mark in the middle of the chest. Though not as badass looking, Vile thought this new armor outlined her the curve of her body cutely. This new set threw Vile off his train of thought and remember that he wasn't wearing any clothes.
"Well well~! Someone is excited~!" Boethiah teased.
"Sh-shut up! Don't mock me..." Vile whined, turning a dark red.
Boethiah chuckled before leaning down and kissing his neck. Vile shuttered, putting his arms up against Boethiah's chest. She started kissing up his neck, stopping right at the stop where she bit into his shoulder. She opened her mouth to bit him again, but suddenly something pole-like smacked the top of her head. Boethiah's body stiffened and she slowly turned her head over to Hircine, who was holding his spear near Boethiah's head.
"Hircine…! You're pushing your luck, deer boy!" Boethiah deeply growled, rubbing the top of her head.
"Damn you Boethiah...! You're not taking him here! Not gonna happen while I'm here and that curse making him so damn tantalizing…!" Hircine growled.
Boethiah narrowed her eyes at Hircine, but let go and got off of Vile. Hircine snorted and looked down at Vile. Angered, the little prince reached out and grabbed Hircine by the nose ring, pulling them towards each other as Vile headbutts Hircine's nose. Hircine covered his nose with a hand and hissed in pain as Vile went to strike him with his claws, Hircine grabbed his wrist.
"Let go of me you... you… dog!" Vile growled out as he tried to wiggle his hand away from Hircine's grip.
Hircine mumbled out from his hand, "Little rabbit stop this-!"
"No! You let go of me…! You hurt… you hurt me so…!" Vile cut him off as he was trying to speak over his heavy breathing.
"I'm sorry!" Hircine blurted out.
"You're…! You're what?" Vile questioned, taken completely aback by the apology.
"I'm sorry, Vile. I didn't want to… to force you but your body. Your body's cursed and it's smell… I couldn't take it anymore! I couldn't..." Hircine explained before getting closer to the stunned Vile.
Vile was shocked into silence. His eyes glanced over at Boethiah who had an eyebrow raised but also a smirk as her eyes sparked with an idea. Vile was curious about her sudden expression but was quickly jolted out of that from Hircine pressing his lips against his. Vile snapped his eyes back to the prince of the hunt but was quickly melted into a deep kiss with him. As he kept trying to pull away, parting his lips slightly from Hircine's to suck up air, Hircine would repress his lips against Vile's. As this continued, Vile felt Hircine lift his body back up into a sitting state. Vile placed a hand on Hircine's chest before finally pushing him back and breaking the long, deep kiss. Gasping for breath, Vile looked back at Hircine who just licked his lips and stared at him.
"Damn… the curse is even stronger than I remember…" Hircine mumbled as he leaned forward and licked the shell of Vile's ear.
Vile remained speechless in the situation until he squealed at the touch of his erect member. He looked down and saw that Boethiah was using her pinkie finger to slowly toy with his member. She was now on the bed and was snickering as she looked up, not at Vile, but at Hircine. Hircine growled and moved behind Vile, nipping and licking the back of his neck. Vile moaned out, squeaked and shuttered at the pleasure he was given. He was still confused at the sudden shift in the mood and as both princes were glaring at each other, he finally figured out what was happening. Hircine and Boethiah were silently having a turf war over his body. Their sudden shift in faces gave it away as Vile had seen this before when the other princes hounded him and now Vile had an explanation to that as well. He believed it was the curses fault and it got their mood all wild up from his presence, though Vile couldn't believe that such level-headed princes succumbed to the aedric prince's curse. It irritated him but he couldn't verbally complain as the pleasure outweighed his irritation and all that spout out of his mouth was moans. Vile felt his body starting to heat up due to Hircine's body heat and the actions of Boethiah.
Boethiah licked her lips but only kept playing with his tip as she uttered, "Now now Vile~! What a dirty body you have gotten yourself since last we coopulated~!"
"I-I may have been curious or waaaant...ing… ahhh" Vile tried to explain but felt shaky moans coming up as Hircine nipped the back of Vile's neck and was rubbing something hard against Vile's lower back.
Hircine growled into his skin quietly, "More than I want to believe…"
Vile frowned and rolled his eyes as he heard Boethiah ask, "How 'bout it then, little bunny~? A few rounds with me and deer boy behind you, hmmm~? For old times sake and a chance at redemption for deer boy back there~?"
"Wh-why are you call-calling him deer boy?" Vile asked throughout his moans.
Boethiah snickered as she started to explain, "When I went to get your revenge, I stumbled upon a sight of Hircine-"
"Do not continue that damn sentence or so help me Anu I will-!" Hircine threatened as Vile could feel teeth pressing against his neck.
"Don't threaten me, deer boy! Now answer me Vile~! Shall we~?" Boethiah rolled her eyes as she kept playing with Vile's tip.
"Stop calling me deer boy!" Hircine growled out through his clenched teeth around Vile's neck.
"H-Hey now, Hircine! That hurts…!" Vile whimpered.
Hircine immediately let go and started licking the spot as if to apologize as Vile looked at Boethiah, "And no… I don't think that is aaaaaa… ahhhhh goooood…. Ideeea….ahh~!"
Boethiah was sneering as she ran her fingers slowly down Vile's member, stroking it teasingly as she whispered, "You say no, but your body and expression on your face scream yes~! Besides, after such a long period of tension, hate and stress… don't you think it's time to just take a step back and relieve some of that~?"
Vile looked at her before sighing and moaning out. She was right. After so long of trying to seek revenge and the onslaught of princes, Vile needed to finally relax. Vile took a deep breath and relaxed his body against Hircines. Hircine gladly took that as a gesture to strip himself and press his own harden member in the correct areas. Boethiah smirked and flickered out her forked tongue against the part of Vile's body she was toying with. Vile could feel his mind melt in a blurry has of heat and pleasure. He once again sucked into the beautiful mess Hircine and Boethiah had dragged him into before, but this time he was just accepting of it.