Vex POV:
I force the knight in my dreams. She's crying and screaming as I pull the chain wrapped around her neck tighter and tighter. A snake coiled around my love's throat, slowly killing her. She begs me to stop. The Khajiit tries to convince me to see reason and logic. She claims I'm hurting her. Tightening the chain too tight, pressing my knees too tight, hurting her, killing her. I ignore her. I tie off the chain to where the woman's dying, then climb off her back.
I step back from the log I forced the woman on and look her over: huge chunks of fur are ripped out to leave bloody, raw clumps of skin; her tail's been either ripped or cut off at the base and is now resting a few feet away from the Khajiit, twitching; her hands are securely tied behind her back by a thick, black rope; a blindfold is tightly tied around her head to cover her eyes; and the chain is causing the muscles and fat in her neck to bulge around it.
I'd worry about her running away if I didn't see her knees shattered and legs sloping the wrong way entirely. My knight is trapped before me. She's an unwillingly feast on a makeshift table awaiting me to eat her. In the end, I'll devour her. I'll shred her meat from her frame, suck the marrow from her bones, and drink the blood from her veins. First, though, I need the woman to sate another appetite of mine that's broiling in my guts. I begin to move towards her when I feel it. Someone is watching us.
I look over to the thick, tangled woods that surround my peaceful clearing. Sif is standing at the edge of the trees, his eyes wide and glowing with a light not entirely mortal. Slowly, the two moons that were the wolf's eyes dim before burning out all together. The shadow of Sif slowly lies down on the ground and disappears into nothingness. I turn back to the Khajiit. She's crying out. The Khajiit is begging for someone to come to her aid, for anyone around to stop the rape and murder she's about to become the victim of. I fall silent and hold still.
I let her scream for hours. She begs, pleads, and hollers for both mercy and help regardless of the chain killing her. Finally, she begins quieting down. She flicks a busted, bloody ear that I instinctively know is searching for me. Carefully, she begins wiggling off towards an edge of the log I put her on. That's when I punish her. The knight knows she's both my pet and my property. So, I treat her like a dog who's wandered away from where his master told him to stay or a chair that's busted out from underneath my ass: I fix her. In this case, fixing her means making sure she knows damned well to stay where I want her. Her naked ass thrust upwards by the log was a feast for the eyes, and she interrupted my meal by moving and ruining it. I need a bitch who gives me my pleasures rather than denying them.
She cries as I take my pleasure from her. I leap atop her and hardly notice that my clothes are now gone. The Khajiit is forced still as I grind myself against the back of her thigh. I spread my wetness across her furry pelt and rub my clit along her skin. Weakly, she tries fighting back by wiggling out of my grasp. I twine my fingers in the fur of her back and give her a loving tug to quiet her down. The knight finally gives up. She collapses against the log and silently cries rather than screaming to the sky for help. My love's head dangles off the wood as I keep sating my appetite and lust for her body. I hump against her just as a young girl would a pillow until I finally find the release I was chasing using her thigh as a steed.
I groan and grind down harder into her. When I rise, the fur on her thigh is smeared with my arousal and stuck up in triangular clumps. Already, my pleasure is leaving me. I want more from the living sex toy below me. I want her to cry as she uses her mouth to fuck me. I want her to come undone around my fingers as she begs me to stop. I want her to look into her rapist eyes as I finally slit her throat and use her skull as another toy to fuck and throw away when I get bored of. People in the burning realms of oblivion want ice water, and they're more likely to get their wish than I am to get mine. The Khajiit isn't ripe for fucking. She's slowly turning into a monster in mortal flesh as I look at her.
Her claws become daggers that would shred my cunt, her teeth become butchering knives that're meant for ripping throats and not licking arousal, thin spines begin to poke out of the length of her spine from the base of her skull to the base of her tail so I can't hold her down, and her eyes that come loose of her blindfold become mirrors of scarlet so I can't see her crying as I rape her over and over again. I flip the woman over onto her back so the demonic spines coming from her are digging into the wood below her. She looks up at me with her glowing eyes and whispers her reverence to me, the goddess of her pleasure and life.
"Please, Vex. I love you. Don't hurt me anymore than you already have. Let me free into the woods and I swear I won't tell a soul what you've done here today.". The woman cringes and whimpers when I throw my head back and cackle. My voice is a deep, unfamiliar tone as I look down upon my new lover.
"You won't tell a soul because I'm going to rip your skull from your shoulders. Now, shut the fuck up. Your voice is killing my arousal.". The woman cries like a babe as I sit atop her stomach and resume my fucking. A lyrical, soothing voice creeps out from the dark woods around us. The sound sends both shivers of terror up my spine while tears of joy prick my eyes.
"Killing your prey is what I made you for. Torturing it isn't.". I look upwards into a lupine face. The beast is all sharp angles and hard lines with a gaze that both chills me and causes my blood to boil. Snowy fur whistles in a breeze that isn't there as two swirling, indescribable pools of color lock onto me from the wolf's seemingly harsh face. Teeth the size of broadswords greet me as the animal speaks once again. A flash of a black tongue reveals itself as the animal talks to me.
"Don't you believe your bitch has suffered enough? She can't whelp any bastards in reverence to your fucking, so what's the purpose of dragging it out any longer?". The beast cocks its head to the side. Oddly, I feel like a child being talked to by a parent as the wolf continues talking.
"Is that what you want? Your bitch to bring forth your brood before you kill her? If that's it, then you'll need the proper equipment.". A shudder runs up me when the feral animal next speaks because deep, deep down in my guts I feel what he offers is true.
"I could do that for you if you'd like. You'd awake with a cock rigid as steel awaiting a hole to be buried in. I'd even keep your bitch asleep as you breed her. In less than nine months you could watch your bitch bring forth your child in a tide of blood and tears. Of course, there's always a price to be paid. I fear you'd need to pay reverence to me before your child is brought forth.". I somehow already know what the price would be. I'd need to pay reverence to the wolf before me, and he only trades in blood and flesh. I stop grinding against the woman below me. I speak in my normal voice as the Khajiit turns to a limp corpse underneath me, the chain finally cutting off enough oxygen to kill her.
"You want me to rape her in real life.". The wolf's ear flicks and, slowly, he nods. My frozen shock appears to encourage what I now realize is a Divine or Prince or something standing before me. No other creature would come with a plea of rape and impregnation hanging from their lips and expect to get away with it.
"I'd keep your bitch asleep, but she'd feel it and know what was happening. Rest assured, she wouldn't know it was you, and once your cock disappears before she wakes up she'll have no reason to even suspect you. She'll brush it off as a terrifying, realistic nightmare or, more likely, a man sneaking into your tent and fucking her prone body while you were away. Regardless, that is the price that needs to be paid.". Disgust fills me as I realize where I am, who I am, and what I'm listening to. I just dreamed about raping my closest friend and listened to some Daedra prattle on about how he could help me bring forth a child I don't even want into the world against my knight's wishes without her ever knowing.
This is all some fucked up dream, or this being is trying to get to me using the wrong angle. I dismount the corpse of my love and look at the wolf. He shows me the teeth he could use to eat me. I remain standing strong and look into his ever-changing eyes.
"No.". The beast lets a smile slowly grace his lupine lips. A thick, heavy tooth drops down to my feet. I pick it up and find a handle made of bone and sinew holding the toothy blade to the rest of the dagger's parts. I look up and see the wolf already rising from his sitting position.
"We will meet again one day. Not soon, though. I'd suggest you enjoy the rest of your dream. You've earned if for proving yourself a useful tool.". The animal doesn't disappear by running away or going up in a puff of smoke. Instead, he just isn't there. I look to where the knight's corpse is and already see her rising. She's back to her normal, beautiful self without any flaws marring her skin or any injuries to show for what happened to her. I know this is supposed to be some reward from the wolf for fulfilling whatever test he felt needed to be fulfilled, but I don't take it. He's already made me rape the Khajiit once, I'm not about to do it again. This ghost version of the woman I'm courting may consent to what I do to her, but the real her wouldn't stand for it. That's why I push her away.
?
He thinks I haven't noticed. He thinks I haven't seen his move across the chessboard. The creature I'm playing believes his moves are hidden just because he has his eyes closed tight. Mine are open, though, and I see what angle he's playing at. He wants to stir a urge for violence and carnal pleasure in my lock that he knows I can't contain. The trick's on him, ultimately. In my lock he's stirred a desire far from the one he wanted. He wanted rage and lust, but got fear and love instead. My lock is desperate to prove she loves her key and that they'd never hurt one another. A lie to anyone's ears, but a lie my lock has happily embraced and will swallow down with all her vigor.
My lock will love the key and try to pull her closer to prove to both of them there's no pain in their love and no darkness in their hearts. That's where I'll strike. I'll push them together as soon as Azura is done playing her minor role in my play. I'll abandon them both alone in a cold, unforgiving environment where the only warmth is what they can find in one another. They'll swallow each other whole and their power combined will be their undoing. The creature I'm playing against is trying to be clever for once and not be a brute, and it's biting him in the ass. I'll win this match just like I've won all the other matches before this one. My opponent's lost and he doesn't even know it.
Note: Sorry I haven't been updating regularly. Expect delays and for "Denerim's Shadow" not to get updated at all. My work is getting a little busy, but it'll wear off soon.