Phoenix Burned, Dragon Born
Chapter 3: Extracurricular activities I – the Voice and the Twilight (Part I)
Rated M for Malekith
Disclaimer: I own naught of these fictional characters
Warning: Smut and bad jokes start after Malekith has done his fetch quests
When the Witch King regained consciousness his first feelings was that of pain that wracked his entire body as he swung between the states of delirium and fever. Through half lidded eyes he was aware that a hooded figure brought him tonics and with gentle hands wiped away the sweat from his brow. At first due to delusions the name of the Hag Queen was on his lips, before memories of the day before was brought to the forefront of his mind. The Dragons of this world were far more ferocious than he had originally thought. Thankfully the sorcerer was spent of his spite and could only mutely curse his own choices that had injured himself and saved the Altmer woman. Had he been in Naggaroth, Malekith would have pitilessly abandoned Nirya to her fate and reaped the rewards instead of almost gracing Ereth Khial's halls.
Perhaps this was due to no royal obligations, no nature of Druchii and his own history hanging over his head like a sword.
Once more he closed his eyes and allowed to surrender to sleep, rationalizing that if he was in no immediate danger as the wet rag once more wiped the sweat from his forehead as the Elf turned in the furs.
"Ah, I see that you're finally awake Dragonborn" was the first thing he heard from his supposed saviour when the dark-haired warrior come to be, his emerald eyes gazing around the room he was resting. The stonework of the Ancient Nord ruins was unmistakable, but the decorations made it clear to him that it was long habited. The crimson banners of a black sun inlaid in golden contours, while braziers of azure light burned beneath them. Looking down, the former prince of Naggarythe, who was used to his creature comforts found himself lying on a mattress filled with straw, while covered in wolf furs. In another corner lied Nirya, a red potion bottle as if standing vigil on the small nightstand. Clearly the chamber had been redecorated in haste.
Finally, having regained his bearings properly, the Son of Aenarion addressed the woman who tended to the fire in the chamber.
"Where am I?" He groggily rested himself up by the elbows and winced as sharp pain inflamed his left side, but steadily the robed woman caught him. From underneath her black hood Malekith recognized the dark grey skin and crimson eyes of a Dunmer.
"Be at peace Dragonborn," she called him once again by the strange name and steadied the sorcerer and laid him down once more onto the mattress "Azura saw your path here. It was fate, that has led you to this shrine instead the city of the Dead."
The Elven Prince snarled, baring his teeth "Fate" he spat the word as it was poison clinging to his tongue "is nothing but a false lull to the desperate and the foolish"
"Perhaps you believe it so," the Dunmer woman shrugged and even more the sorcerer was incensed by these words that haunted him ever since the passing of his father "However the events of Azura's visions were fulfilled and I saw you at the feet of the shrine, carrying a daughter of Summerset while a strange power had awakened in you, calling you 'Dragonborn', though I profess to know little of what it means "
Once more she mentioned the Lady of Twilight, the Queen of Dawn and Dusk and the name struck a chord in his memory, a "benevolent" Daedra the scholars and sorcerers had called her and a culture worshipped her as one of their mother goddesses, but he could not truly believe that she was as selfless as she seemed, for the tale of a rose and a box was enough to convince him otherwise. Although it was easier to deal with her as he knew that the Prince had her own agendas and thusly could be negotiated, reasoned with.
"You mentioned the name "Dragonborn"," Malekith furrowed his brows as he focused on his wounds that were still healing. Golden glow enveloped him as the light of Aetherius listened to his every whim. The wounds in the skin knit itself together as muscles underneath expanded and duplicated, fixing the damage that the dragon's fangs had wrought. "What exactly is that?"
The sorceress raised an eyebrow at his casual power of healing, but remained unfazed, instead looking towards slumbering Nirya, who seemed to be at peace currently "I will confess that I know very little about the subject as it is a Nord custom, but there are the Greybeards who did mentor emperor Talos and could be the only ones who shook the sky with their call for someone, presumably the Dragonborn. However, you are affiliated with the mages of the College of Winterhold, are you not? Perhaps they could help you reach further information as Nord lore is an unfamiliar area for me."
"I see" the Witch King nodded and furrowed his brows "While I thank you for my and Nirya's salvation, there must be something that the Lady of Twilight requires of us, rarely the gods are selfless"
"You are quite mercenary, Dragonborn" with a smile the woman shook her head "But this time I think it is to your advantage. It is as you say, Azura requires your assistance and will bestow upon you a boon in return, should you choose to aid her."
"And what exactly is required of me?" Malekith looked down at his bandaged chest and with a word unravelled them, sending the scraps of cloth onto the floor as he pulled the furs off him. Despite the light and fires that were prevalent in the chamber, the sorcerer could not help himself, but feel chill in the air of the chamber. Yet that did not faze him for the cold of Naggaroth had grown on him as the millennia had passed.
"Here are your robes, though stained with blood and full of holes" the cultist offered the robe to the green-eyed elf, who immediately covered his torso as he slipped the clothing on his broad shoulders.
"Thank you, though I know not your name, priestess"
"It's Aranea and Azura requires of you to succeed where her mortal followers have failed" The now introduced priestess of Azura- Aranea explained "You must go to a fortress, endangered by water, yet untouched by it. Inside, you will find an elven mage who can turn the brightest star as black as night."
If there was a concept that dwarfed the King of Druchii's hatred towards select individuals and creatures of the warp, then prophecies was one of the main contenders for such disdain. Needlessly vague, seldom helpful. To him, prophecies, revelations or even visions, all of them were an obnoxious interruption and a looming threat that was best left alone, lest the interpretations would curtail and doom any plans made. How lucky that prophecies were all alike in these worlds, the son of Aenarion inwardly grumbled, but settled on a scowl that promised to suffer his displeasure to the woman should there be more.
"It is cryptic, I know" How lucky of her that she caught upon the Elven warrior's distaste towards prophecies "But Azura's signs are never wrong. I believe the fortress may refer to Winterhold-"
Whatever Aranea was about to say was interrupted the faint chime of a bell as a canopy of stars burst open behind her, the motes of light resembling stars coalesced into her outstretched hands melting into the solid sign of the crescent moon, while in the other the sorceress held a star. He eyes that were once crimson, shone with the light of the stars that surrounded her.
Only once before had he felt something alike.
Though thousands of years had passed since the moment Malekith had lost his father, still the power and bloodlust that had shone through the Elven Hero was fresh in his memory. To wield the Widowmaker alone required a considerable effort and it terrified him, how casually the Daedric Prince manifested herself in front of him. Through the Oblivion Crisis had stunted the Daedra's ability to cross liminal barriers between Nirn and their Princedoms, this seemed not limit her ability to manifest herself through followers.
"Greetings" The air around them smelled faintly of roses and her voice- that of a hundred silver bells and a dozen harps" I must admit that without your armour you are no less fierce, Outsider."
Azura greeted him through Aranea's body and the recognition of what they could do to their followers was enough to reconsider whether paying service to these beings was a wise choice if this was with what ease they possessed their followers.
"Lady Azura" with all dignity that Malekith managed to muster, the Witch King of Naggaroth bowed his head in recognition of such a power "While it is both a pleasure and privilege to converse with the Prince of Twilight, your remark about my armour requires an answer"
"Indeed" the Lady of Twilight that was the Priestess smiled as the light of her eyes flared up in what he presumed to be glee "But first answer me, are you willing to champion my cause"
"And what cause would that be exactly?" The warrior asked as he buttoned up his robes, tied his sash, not caring about being in her gaze. As it seemed, the matter was serious enough for her to take matters into her own hands and possess the unfortunate Dunmer woman. To answer his question, Azura's vessel graced him with another gentle smile that the Witch King had grown intimately familiar with all those thousands of years that he had accepted his grim moniker.
"A mage" the lights in her eyes dimmed a touch, a change most would have let slip them by "Malyn Varen has attempted to taint my precious star to serve his foul needs, despite my repeated warnings and once more I am reminded that mortal hearts are fickle"
As she lamented her situation, the Son of Aenarion was reminded of his own personal losses and was hard pressed to disagree with her sentiment. In his heart it still burned the rejection of Asuryan, the betrayal of the Colonies and departure of Allisara. Yet it would not be enough for him to do her bidding.
"I require of you, Malekith of Naggaroth" the Daedra delighted in the Elven warrior's undisguised surprise as he struggled to come to terms with the revelation "To return my star and punish the mage for his impudence"
"What will be the favour bestowed upon your champion when he will succeed?" he asked and the Prince giggled shaking her head bemusedly as she turned her head towards Nirya.
"It was my visions who alerted Aranea of your approach" with a tilt of her head she approached the elf much closer than he would have liked and the sorcerer wondered whether or not would the goddess protect her mortal follower from the Dark Hand of Destruction "Alas such greed is to be expected however from one with such a future ahead of him"
"What fate? Cease your riddles"
"Dragonborn, Usurper of Shezarr," she shook her head in disbelief as she turned from Malekith "Outsider, Witch King, so many destinies you have Malekith, your tapestry of fate is everchanging and -"
The Daedric prince stopped herself, before correcting what she was about to say "We will have a chance to speak more when you have returned with the star. May the twilight guide you."
With that the stars hastily vanished, along with the oppressive energy of Azura and the priestess almost fell backwards, before the dark-haired Elf caught her in his arms, as her chest heaved, and the red eyes darted around the chamber. Clearly this was not an easy experience, but far different from Widowmaker's curse that had consumed his father in the end, much to his relief. Looking up to the sorcerer, with shaking hands, Aranea managed to get out a small "T-T-Thank you"
She attempted to force herself out of his arms but seeing her push in vain against his robes and muscle underneath, the sorcerer decided that it would be best if she took a rest and carefully laid her down upon the same mattress upon which he himself had laid but moments before.
"Will you recover?" he asked, preparing a healing spell. However, much to his surprise the woman shook her head and breathed in again, tears now swelling in the corners of her eyes. Nodding her head weakly, the sorcerer outstretched his palm and gathered the magicka necessary for healing to be cast.
"By N-Nerevar" she exclaimed, still trying to gather herself together "T-this was an unseen event since the second era!" To the outlandish elf, however, it seemed too light of a response in the aftermath of a possession by the Daedric Prince.
"I take it that this is far from unpleasant?" he asked and with slow steps approached Nirya's sleeping form. Azura's sudden intervention had interrupted the healing of the Altmeri woman, but now that was out of the way, the Dragonborn could heal her and then be on their way back to the College, where he would ascertain Nirya's loyalty and embark on his quest.
"No…Just unexpected" the Aranea denied it, still lying down on the mattress "For the worshippers of the Daedra it's always a privilege to be chosen as their Prince's vessel for their wishes, but I would not expect for you to understand it"
"Why so priestess?" the sorcerer tilted his head in curiosity
"I see it in your eyes, you harbour a distaste for gods" the memories of agonizing burns, cold bed besides him and the mocking laughter flashed before his eyes "their actions or perhaps inaction has shaped your life, but serve Azura and she will return your loyalty"
"Then what has she given you for your years of service?" the Witch King, who had been long a pawn of destiny, begun with a sneer, before forcing himself to a more agreeable tone It would serve no purpose to antagonize the priestess who had saved him. So, a pitiless gaze was turned to Nirya as she laid before him.
"She was the one who saved our people after our self-proclaimed gods abandoned Morrowind"
Her words did not reach the Witch King, for he cared not about the supernatural designs of these beings and their wishes, when none of them deserved his worship. Perhaps this Azura would be different, perhaps not.
Clad in the same wolf furs and only her underclothes, he had to admit that the sleeping Altmer looked peaceful, even healthy despite the layers of bandages covering her torso. Malekith stretched out his hand and reached out into the Aetherius and grasped the strands that clung to the very air around him, then he pulled.
Gold and amber light coalesced into his palms and through them, the healing energies were set upon the Elven woman. Akin to a shroud the strands of healing enveloped her form, caressing her and searching for the wounds and scrapes sustained during the fight. Never he claimed himself to be an accomplished healer, but during his many years this skill had grown on it's own along his magical power and knowledge. Looking down upon her, the older elf considered that even if most of his ability had been lost to the strange rules of this world and the difficulty to manifest True Dhar, there was untold power to be gained and even more time to recuperate from his reign, enjoy a new perspective. As the magicka strands vanished and her eyes fluttered as she exhaled, Malekith knew that he had succeeded- it was time for the next part.
While he could have let magic run its course and heal her completely within the following days along with restoring her reserves, he needed Nirya to be functional, now. Maliciously he poured his own indominable will into Aetherius and with grim satisfaction the magicka that had permeated the air made manifest with a green, tar-like texture that dripped onto the furs, seeping into the blonde's flesh. Her skin momentarily was wracked with emerald cracks, like those of an aged painting that seemed to stretch to her jaw. Such spectacle was brief as the spectral wounds disappeared as they had never existed before, leaving only two startled women.
"What in Azura's name are you doing?!" the priestess shouted from the matress, but Malekith paid her impotent calls no heed, instead he focused on Nirya, whose eyes were wide open and terrified of the power that was poured in her very being.
"Do not worry" the ancient elf flashed her a smile as the Dhar entered her being, making her scream in agony "Your powers will swell, but you must endure this temporary pain"
This torturous scene continued for a minute, not a second more as deep within Nirya, The Witch King worked his dark sorcery. From experience the King of Druchii knew that to her it felt longer, but if she could endure it, then her worth would increase exponentially as would her own power. Tears streamed down her eyes and hands reached out to the sorcerer, changing from flesh to fire, to wind, metals, even crystalline scales enveloped her extremities, before ceasing and returning to golden glow. In such an event he would have expected fearful gaze, but instead she looked like a manticore ready to pounce.
Good, perhaps she had the fire benefitting of a sorceress.
"What did you do to me?!" were her first words as she bolted upright, ready to unleash destruction upon him as her hands crackled with flames.
"Can you not sense the strength of your spells, your own magic surging through your very veins?" he asked, unfazed by her reaction and anger "Before that you could barely move your head due to your exhaustion"
"You have any idea how it hurt, bastard?!" she snarled back and attempted to jump from the bed, only to be held there against her will.
"After being the first Altmer to slay a Dragon in a recent history, I thought that you would be more careful to ensure your continued existence" he pointed out "It would be rather unfortunate if Faralda would not hear of your great achievement"
However, low and baseborn this taunt was, it was exceptionally effective when riling up women, no matter the world. Morathi was less susceptible to this, but poor Hellebron fell upon this particular sword whenever she her fervour of worshipping the Lord of Murder impeded her other duties. Nirya's rivalry with the Destruction lector was an open secret on the College grounds and it did not take long for the otherworldly elf to take note of it and exploit it precisely when it was needed to cow her lightly.
Nirya's silence was enough for the Elven King, who offered her his hand and hoisted her up from the furs, catching the stumbling Elven woman within his arms. The mage's wrath did not subside, but he only took that as another challenge, hopefully next time she would attempt something more interesting, if the Altmer was not fully cowed into submission.
"I see that you have made a speedy recovery. Good," Malekith released her, being careful not to linger on her body as retainers needed to know boundaries between themselves and their sire. It was not pleasant when a servant presumed to be allowed more than her master. However, Nirya's tutelage would have to wait as the words "Dovahkiin" roused his attention.
Now to return to the College of Winterhold and weather the storm that had been brought.
Surprisingly the trek was easy for them both- the Witch King strolling forward with ease, while behind him Nirya slowly walked in his footsteps, rubbing her eyes and covered in his fur cloak. Why did the warrior refuse his own coat was simple, for a wizard the protection from cold was almost second nature when living in a frozen tundra. How else would the sorceresses manage to survive while dressing as modestly as harem dancers? He thought that should Nirya fall behind even with all the power he had given her, then she had little use to remain in his employ.
As soon as they passed the bridge and came to the inner courtyard of the College, the door of the Grand Hall was pushed aside with considerable might and the sorcerer was regaled with the sight of flowing crimson robes as a familiar face rushed towards them. He could imagine the distaste on his servant's face as Faralda made her way towards him with haste. This certainly was a novelty, considering the short time he had spent in her and subsequently the College's care. Though, he did not expect her to actually try and slap him.
"Asshole!" she snarled, her orange eyes narrowed and posture rigid as if she had acted on impulse "Where in Coldharbour were you?!"
That was not the end of it, however.
"Apprentice Onmund and Brelya found a skeleton of a dragon laying in the snow, bones tingling with residue of nasty magic, while you were nowhere to be found!"
"Us?" Raising one black eyebrow, the Elfin Prince allowed fake surprise to creep in his voice "I am surprised that the answer has eluded you thus far-"
Narrowing his eye, Malekith let go of the Destruction mage's wrist looking over the courtyard, where more and more students, lectors had appeared, no doubt alerted by their peers and Faralda's excellently loud voice.
"I would wish to speak with the two of you in private as this place is not suited for an audience"
"You better have a good explanation for this, Malekith" Faralda looked around and nodded sagely, her ears twitching as she walked closer to him and met Nirya's baleful gaze with her own. A second passed and a ghost of a smile appeared on her face, which was a hidden insult even the most oblivious of Elven courtiers could recognize.
"I was not aware you practiced charity"
"At least I-" Nirya wanted to retort something, but as if struck by a momentary lapse in her judgement held her breath, before completely changing her answer "some people can recognize talent"
"If you want to squabble, then do so out of my sight" With magic it was easy to infuse the warning in his voice and neither woman was so foolish to not heed him. Both felt that they needed to say something more, but wisely stayed silent and followed the taller Elf as he stalked towards his chambers.
The door shut behind them and a pale blue glow settled on the door as the women sat on the bed, while its owner had chosen the wooden chair besides the desk. The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension, but that was nothing when compared to having Hellebron petition against Morathi and vice versa for centuries, compared to the two hags- Faralda and Nirya were delightfully civil. Though perhaps too much as they refused to meet one another's eyes.
"No doubt you wish to know everything of what transpired in Saarthal"
Faralda nodded.
What he was doing now was very likely to be a brash and, in all honesty, a naïve move that could alienate his currently most necessary follower, but if he was to claim her loyalty completely there would be a time when he needed to reveal his true nature to her.
"Firstly, were you made aware of the four Novices that perished in the excavation yesterday?" Malekith asked Faralda, whose brows furrowed, before her eyes widened.
"It was you, was it not?!" her fists became alit with orange flame and the sorcerer did not begrudge her it. How else would she react when he admitted to slaughtering innocents.
"Indeed" he casually admitted to this offense as room grew warmer and Nirya looked between the two with increasingly worried looks "However, they attempted to claim my head first."
"You expect me to remain silent about this?!"
"I expect you to listen, Faralda" the Witch King cut back with a coldness that seemed freeze the room, even the Altmer mage's flames flickered in the room, though it may have been her commitment wavering. A dangerous thing for a mage to possess "My violence has never been for the mere sake of it, and it insults your intellect to presume that of me."
"Were you at the very least merciful to them?"
As if insulted, the Elven King drummed his bare fingers against the desk in impatience "It was quick, the very least. However, there is something more important than deaths of mere magelings that should have your attention"
"Such as?" Faralda remained sceptical, but the other Elven woman froze in her spot, eyes wide and trembling.
"What do you know of objects radiating more power than you know what to do with it?" That seemed to get pique her attention. Her brows furrowed and with her free hand she raised her finger to her chin.
"I don't suppose you found the sun underneath there"
"It was close to it" Nirya spoke up "In the ruins we found a globe that was teeming with magic, a bottomless well of magic" there was a faraway look in her eyes that was not strange to either of them and Malekith could only surmise that the Elves of this world were more attuned to the magical forces as his people were and being in it's presence was enough to consume the senses of the magically gifted. He had witnessed the Vortex in its magnificent splendor and thus the artifact lost some of its own, nevertheless, the Witch King would have loved to possess it in his own world. The College could have it for now, but once it was figured out how to harness it, its power would require the orb to be hidden away from any enterprising warlords and global superpowers.
If the sorcerer could imagine myriad of devastating uses of 'safe' power of Hysh then the native nations would possess even more and multiplied in the destructive potential. Best option was perhaps to leave it behind in the ruins until it was understood, however he doubted that Savos Aren could withstand the temptation.
"Oh gods" Faralda whispered, dousing the flame in her hands "The Thalmor will want that piece for themselves, most definitely"
"If they are aware that such an artefacts exists, undoubtedly" The raven haired elf nodded "Which is another issue that I believe that you have become aware of"
"They're going to ask about you!" Nirya had spoken up first time since being scolded and Malekith nodded.
"Frankly, I place little trust in the Archmage and the faculty here" he stated "but you- Faralda, are the exception to that."
"You could have abandoned my body to the elements and taken my armaments as your own. Yet without any stimulus, you risked your health and magic to save me. For this I am thankful."
"Nonsense, it was common sense to help someone in trouble. It would have been a shame for someone as interesting as you to perish."
"Indeed" Malekith smiled wryly "Nirya, please leave us. I will inform you of further training before my departure" he focused his gaze on the younger woman, who in a show of progress nodded as she stood up.
"I do hope you will visit me in person, my lord" the blonde bowed shortly and without emotion left the room, closing the doors firmly behind her. The thud reverberated a little and now left alone with the sorcerer, the Lector of Destruction magic looked at him quizzically.
"You're my first confidante in Skyrim and thus deserve to know the truth." He set down the tome in his hands and turned his body to face her, eyes looking into her own.
Looking back at him, the woman chuckled and scratched behind the ears, which he interpreted as a sign of nervousness and she had all the reason, his previous statement still hanging over their heads like an executioner's blade.
"You may ask one question from me, and I will answer it truthfully, but afterwards you will be required to do the same. After that I will be leaving the College for some time" he informed her "Once I return, I will tell you everything"
"Who are you Malekith?" she asked, and the male nodded and Faralda clasped her hands together, so hard that he could see her nails into her golden skin.
"When I perused the history books of Tamriel, I found individuals who played similar roles here on Nirn as others did in my world." Faralda's eyes widened as the realization truly set in of who was sitting across her. It must have been inconceivable to her to learn this, however, only thing that mattered that she understood her role and his being in this strange world.
"Closest person who resembles me in this world is the King of your hated foe- the Maormer, Orgnum. Like he, I too have fought my fellow kin in a bid towards my throne, but where his desire was fuelled by greed, mine is fuelled by the will of the last legitimate King of Ulthuan."
So Malekith regaled his short history to the Altmer woman that seemed like hours. He talked about how their world had been assailed by destructive demons and through the indominable will of his father, Aenarion the Defender, the tide was stemmed and eventually defeated. The green-eyed sorcerer had been groomed to the purpose of succeeding his father, but whether out of fear or greed, the other rulers, the Princes had chosen a figurehead instead of him in a vote before he could even dispute the claim. He told her about dwarves and the colonies he founded and how it all fell apart. What happened afterwards, with the Sundering and establishment of Naggarond, he omitted details of the sheer cruelty of the conflict but made sure to explain in no uncertain terms who exactly she was dealing with. As she raptly listened to the explanation, he saw the colour drain from her face and eyes grow hard. Yet she did not ready to unleash a spell on him, nor her eyes grew full of hate.
"…I must admit that afterwards I do not remember much. Only darkness, snow and your hands that touched my seared flesh. If you decide that this is the end of our acquaintanceship, I will bear no ill will towards you and this institution."
"First you told me that you murdered four people during the expedition-"
"Which was in self-defence, mind you"
"Then you turn out to be an immortal warlord from a different world that is nothing alike Nirn, with your only comparison here being Daedra damned Orgnum of all people!" Nirya no longer bother keeping up the pretences and her previously ladylike manners disappeared, revealing someone whose temper was to overtake their senses.
"Is there anything else you forgot to mention?"
"Yes, as we left Saarthal, a dragon ambushed us" the Witch King casually added "With some difficulty it was slain, but Nirya was on the verge of death, so we sought refuge at Azura's shrine, which delayed our arrival here"
To her credit, Faralda did not seem fazed by his reveal and instead nodded.
"I take it that whatever shouting that came from the skies was your doing"
"No, I was preoccupied with my survival at the time"
The Altmer let out a mirthless laugh, which he presumed was an attempt to calm herself
"So, you aren't invincible?" she chuckled and stood up.
Once, thousands of years ago, the Lord of the Land of Chill would have her killed without a word, but she was not his enemy, not his subject and he had nothing to fear from her. Faralda was genuinely good person and those among his subjects were far and inbetween. Unnaturally humble for an Elf, but in this strange world there was barely anything that made sense.
"No one really is" he shook his head as daemonic roars of rage accompanied his memories "However we are not done quite yet…"
"Oh, why is that?" the Altmer tilted her head and approached Malekith slowly.
"You didn't tell me where you're going next and that is my most pressing concern" Resting hands on her hips, he had to admit that those robes had capacity of great deception.
"Obviously the Library, so I can find more information about the Greybeards" he scoffed and raised himself from the wooden chair, towering over the woman "After that, who knows" the black-haired elf shrugged.
"What I do want to know is if you will disappear on us"
The idea itself was ridiculous, while he hadn't exhausted all resources and gathered allies in the College, there was no reason to permanently abandon a possible location for his base of operations.
"While the future is shrouded" the Witch King shrugged "There should be no reason for me not to return"
Laying his hand on Faralda's shoulder, who met his gaze fearlessly "After all there are people I cannot abandon so easily in this strange world"
"Alright, what do you want me to do"
"You truly are cut from a different cloth" there was a knowing smirk on his lips "No doubt you have seen my interest in Nirya"
"Please tell me that it's not physical…"
"As she is now, she could only rouse my irritation" He replied "Yet she has a glimmer to become a proficient enough sorceress to be of use to me, given time. What I want from you, Faralda, is to teach her in my absence, do not her to slip back into the petty hedonism that made her think it was possible to kill me"
"What's in it for me? I can understand helping you as you have become a…" the Altmer woman paused, eyes darting across the room in attempts that Malekith recognized as a stalling measure "…friend, but Nirya is a pain to deal with. Not many scions of Altmer families would be learning with other races on Summerset and ever since she arrived, the little bitch expected everyone to bend backwards to her whims. Not that I doubt you, but is she really worth the effort?"
Her doubts were well founded and before the dragon's ambush the warrior would have come to a similar conclusion and left the matter there but living this long had allowed him to see the potential buried under a mountain of poor upbringing and arrogance. Nirya would have time to grow in her new role as an underling until he returned. Should the retainer fall short, the blonde Altmer would be forgotten in and never a privy to his secrets and teachings as the Witch King made his path in Tamriel.
"Drive the entitlement and arrogance out of her body" he commanded as the large hand was retracted from Faralda's shoulder "Only then, when she is diligent and obedient, teach her magic. Otherwise, she will be of seldom use to me."
"Are you sure that she will listen to me?" the Destruction Magic lector remained sceptical as the man she had rescued headed to the door.
"She will" he opened the heavy wooden door and ushered the woman outside "However I will have to inform her of the fact myself, which isn't a priority."
"Then what's the next step in your masterplan, o Mighty King?"
"Conquering the world, usurping governments, cheating death, maybe fighting Orgnum in solo combat" he shrugged and while making no move to mask his lies " Tonight my door will be unlocked an hour before midnight"
"I'll keep it mind" the sorceress pushed past Malekith and walked away in the direction of the Hall of Elements. It seemed that work never stopped for her. This diligence and commitment was only another of features the Witch King found admirable. As her form vanished from his sight, the elven king waited for a moment and cast his wards on the chambers before taking his leave. If he was taking on a mage and his minions, then there were items Malekith required to wield and should the Archmage protest, the Son of Aenarion was sure that his skill of persuasion would succeed in swaying the Dunmer to his vision.
Before he did that, he needed to plan out his journey and find out where this Malyn Varen was holed hiding from the Daedric Prince's fury. Answer to both of these questions lied within the Arcanum, where the Greenskin librarian would undoubtedly make his search difficult. Swinging the cloak around his shoulders Malekith walked towards the Arcaneum, determined not to burn the flesh from the Orc's bones, if only for the Altmer's peace of mind.
As he walked the winding stairs that led to the massive library, there was the feeling of excitement and trembling that he had only noticed seldom after establishing Naggarothi Cities. When his sabaton had trod upon Cathay, Ind and the realms of Lizardmen, the excitement and wanderlust of new discoveries had almost overshadowed his need for Ulthuan in his grasp and in Tamriel, his entire being called for adventures to be had. There was an entire new world to experience and this restlessness was only becoming stronger as reasons finally appeared for him to venture beyond the walls of the College.
"Well, well, well" Urag sneered as he saw the tall form of Malekith entering the library "The Dragonslayer returns. What's next for Your Greatness?"
"If you wish to remain among the living, refrain from speaking unless spoken to until I have left"
He had no time for these games, and should he be pushed to, he would do something that he would regret very soon if the greying beast continued to be a nuisance before he had found the knowledge the Son of Aenarion sought. Perhaps he could just break the mage's mind, bend it to his will and just wash his hands of the matter. Yet that would have been ungrateful towards his hosts.
"Why you-" it seemed that the Orc was as warlike as the tomes had written them as, but there was no time for him to waste on someone who would pass within a century.
"I need all your tomes on Greybeards and whatever you can spare on Malyn Varen" Urag had been set ablaze with the Elf's interruption and was about to let loose his impotent curses, but the moment Malekith's mark was named, his eyes widened before narrowing.
"Where in Malacath's left testicle did you hear that name?!"
"Tell me where I can find him, and I will tell you what is his fate"
"Shit" the librarian rested his palm on his forehead "You know that there are some lines you don't cross as a mage, right? One of them is never to directly mess with Princes' Daedric artefacts. Malyn was a sharp elf, a great mind in both enchanting and conjuration, but desperation brings out the worst in people"
"Go on"
"The poor fool caught some illness that was slowly eating him alive. He thought that he could modify Azura's Star to hold his own soul. Of course, that didn't work. Instead, its workings drove him insane. The Archmage tried to help, but once he gutted an apprentice, there was no going back. Grabbing apprentices and his notes, Malyn fled the College, but the Star was never recovered from his quarters"
"Is there someone who could know his whereabouts?" Malekith pressed on, now aware what he was dealing with.
"You promised me something else, elf." Crossing his arms over his chest, the librarian unflinchingly met the Witch King's gaze "What do you want with him?"
"I suppose that you can guess quite well, being so well read…"
Urag gro-Shub growled, but otherwise remained silent to which Malekith replied with a satisfied grin that served little purpose, but to annoy the Orc.
"Azura wants her star back and I am not one refuse a lucrative opportunity" the Elf replied, which had a profound effect on the mage.
Hearing Azura's name, his body betrayed the surprise ever so subtly, but soon returned to its natural and continuously annoyed state. It did not take a mind reader for the Witch King to guess that the master of Arcaneum indeed knew the rogue wizard's location. Now only thing that remained was to coax the information out him.
"I don't recall Nelacar all that well, but Faralda might know more. He was one of the apprentices that initially assisted Varen after all. If that fails you can just ask Azura" the last part was spoken with bitter sarcasm and strangely enough the dark-haired elf agreed with him entirely. Gods did not favour those that constantly begged for their attention, which was his own opinion, of course.
"As for the books on Greybeards?" yet Malekith was not done. If he wanted to be prepared when he met these mages, then he had to know everything the College did about these mysterious mages as the Priestess of Azura was of little help. He had intended to begin his journey tomorrow, but there may be complications yet.
"Search for Throat of the World in the Geography aisle and 7000 steps of Enlightenment in the History, that should be all you need if it was you who was they were calling forth"
"Thank you, Urag" the Witch King nodded and quickly made his way to the first aisle. As he picked up the dusty cowskin bound book, he could hear the elderly librarian sighing underneath his breath as the wooden chair creaked. With the tome in his possession, the Elven King ventured to gather the second tome and begin his research.
What he learned from the tomes did impress him. The Thu'um, the power that the walking corpse and dragon had used could be learned and was powerful enough or even more powerful than magic. Capable of breaking rules of reality with ease as if spoken by a god's commandments. Even before he had learned this information, the Witch King had wanted to meet them, but now at the prospects of learning something entirely new, his heart beat in his chest like a drum, urging him to forget the mission of the Daedric Prince of Twilight and throw himself into the foreign magic. Still an alliance with Daedra was more important. Looking at the map in front of him, the Elf reviewed how long it would take for him to reach Ivarstead- the last place of civilization, before embarking on the 7000-step journey to High Hrothgar in the mountain.
According to map he had little over 205 miles of travel if he used roads, to the Elf's calculation it would require at least 3 days of nonstop travel for him with an untiring horse. Immediately his mind multiplied the travel time by three, taking in the account food, sleep and unexpected occurrences on the road, not to mention the time spent with the Graybeards if they proved to be hospitable and he was indeed the one they sought. While the probability was slim, he could not discount the idea entirely, but his pride refused to see it as an option. There was also the need of funds and other essentials, but that was what tomorrow was meant for as he intended to ride out during nightfall.
Rising up from his seat, Malekith slid the rolled-up map in his robes and picked up his books, before giving them back to Urag. His next stop was Savos Aren, himself.
"Absolutely not!" the Dunmer shook his head and the Witch King clenched his fist behind his back "You cannot leave now as we have only begun learning about the enchantments on your armaments! They are revolutionary and we cannot allow the risk of you vanishing!"
"I will return however" Malekith pointed out "And you still would have my armour, which is as potent as my blade and shield"
"As much as I'd like to believe your word" the Archmage shook his head "I cannot. This research is instrumental and too important to be interrupted"
Sighing the taller tried one final time to change the Headmaster's mind.
"Would you pass over a chance to add the Star of Azura in your collection? As well as a possible scholar in the ways of Thu'um…"
Savos Aren tilted his head as if the emerald eyed elf had grown horns "Wherever did you get that idea? Very rarely someone has an aptitude for it, simply preposterous! However, if you want to go then go, but without your weapons"
"IIZ"
The word reverbated through the office and a breath of living ice washed over the furthest bench, encasing everything in its path in translucent ice. Whatever was on the Archmage's mind was interrupted and he could only gape like a fish, momentarily of course, before steeling himself.
"W-what was that?!" he asked, looking at Malekith, who still held firmly onto his rage.
"You wanted to know my reasons, right?" the towering elf asked to his host, who still seemed to come to grips with what he was seeing. The still sputtering archmage stood in place as the warrior looked with his witch sight for the hidden chamber and having found the stone wall casually headed in its direction, heedless as Savos Aren was hot on his heels.
"Please reconsider this Malekith!" He called as the other Elf stood before the hidden doorway. However, the Witch King of Naggarond did not listen. Clenching his fist, the black-violet light made manifest in his hand and before their eyes all complex wards shattered like glass, followed by an ear pierching shriek as the magic was swallowed by the true Dhar. Confident that Savos Aren was no fool, the King of Druchii strode into the vault.
The Dremora guard immediately stepped aside as lightning coiled along the entirety of the sorcerer's arm and flung open the gate.
"I hope that this is not a cause for bad blood between us Savos" Malekith turned to the dark skinned Mer, who was shifting between being terrified and impressed each moment. In the Vault lied the Destroyer and his Supreme Spellshield. Both looked as the day he had forged them, the unmistaken dark aura emanating from them.
"After my return I would consider becoming a teacher here. Imagine being only other place in Tamriel that would teach the elusive Thu'um and provide the expertise in an alternative enchanting method."
This offer undoubtedly would have enticed any other man, but somehow Savos Aren remained steadfast, barring the Elf's way out of the Vault.
"At least take only the shield." He tried again "We are close to a breakthrough!"
"Do you lack interesting subjects after the discovery of the orb and the Dragon's corpse?"
"We're still in the middle of transporting them…"
"So research them first, my weapons won't disappear" should the Archmage complain any more, the sorcerer was more than willing to let loose the mind alteration spells, despite having tried them here. As they stood before one another tensely, Malekith armed with his gear and Savos Aren quite nervous, none of them made the first move. The ancient Elf did so more out of courtesy. He noted the beads of sweat that started to swell on the Dunmer's face, and how his eyes shifted to his armaments.
"Mortal, you're no match, let the Outsider pass" the Dremora spoke up and the Son of Aenarion for the first time in his life felt some gratitude to an extraplanar entity. Looking towards the summoned entity, the Archmage was very conflicted and while it was not hard to see, now it was evident that his weapons had admirer's away from the College.
"What an intelligent summon, I see that you attract like-minded creatures. Even it sees the benefit in allowing the weapons out of the College. I promise that I will return the weapons for research once I have returned from my expedition."
"Alright, just go before I have changed my mind" pushing the air from his lungs with a long suffering sigh the archmage agreed and stepped aside, letting Malekith leave. As soon as the Witch King had left Aren's quarters, he let a disdainful sneer twist his noble features. It did not take long for him to deduce just who might be interested and powerful enough for Savos Aren to dare withhold his weapons from the King of Druchii.
This meant that the Archmage had to be deposed and fast.
He clicked his tongue with frustration at lacking the resources to organize such an event soon, but found a silver lining. Should he manage to secure Azura's aid, his bid would be more likely to succeed. Though it had to be done while he was absent or else it would arouse suspicion and before the other interests would arrive.
With Destroyer and Spellshield in tow, he casually descended the spiral stairs and as he passed the clock in Hall of Elements, it showed that there was little time before dinner and all lectures had ended. This obviously meant that Nirya was free and hopefully in her quarters right now. If she wasn't, then tugging on the Dhar he had infused within her would have the brat running to him like a horde of Beastmen were chasing a goat.
He wanted to visit Nirya first, but first he needed a bath as after such intense last few days, he had a feeling that he stank little better than a Night Goblin.
After his bathing the sorcerer found Nirya's chambers quite swiftly as it was situated in the same part of the College as his own, her being a senior apprentice as himself, which made locating it even easier and as he stood before her door, his free hand tugged at the handle and finding the door locked, the sorcerer wasted no time and using a trick that would not work on any magical door opened the mechanism with telekinesis and slipped inside.
"Master, you are quite impatient, but just in time~" Nirya grinned as in the corner of the room that was filled with plush pillows, soft carpets and other fineries stood a bath that was too out of place. In this bath, naked as she was born, with a tinge of red on her cheeks, sat the Altmer girl, clearly not minding his intrusion.
"As much as the thought is tempting, I shall refuse" he let his eyes take in her body, taking note that for such a frozen place, the golden skinned Elf was quite well groomed, down to her very toes as she had lifted her statuesque leg out of the water.
"The water is warm and we had such a long day"
"I will depart tomorrow for two weeks" he informed her and immediately the seductive look on her face vanished, replaced by anxiety and uncertainty.
"What?! You cannot leave me alone here!" she protested, but had she been much more trained he would have entertained the thought. Currently, she was just a liability to take along on such an arduous mission.
"If we meet another Dragon you may not be so lucky. What I am offering you is a chance to grown in strength in my absence, Nirya." His will was resolute even as she rose fully from the water, droplets clinging and dripping from her figure.
"How will I do that?!"
"Faralda is instructed to take you under her wing. Your task is to become an Adept in my absence" he patiently explained and seeing her disapproving glare with slow measured steps approached her.
"That witch?! She'd rather teach me wrong so I blow myself-ah" her rant was cut short when Malekith touched her. Her blush increased as she bit her lip and reached out to the elder sorcerer.
"These two weeks" the naked digits sunk deeper in her as the Witch King dangled the reward before her very eyes "is a test of whether or not you can achieve your goals and work with my other allies. Prove it to me that you are my valued retainer and you will receive my favour" Nirya's exhaled as his thumb brushed against the small sensitive bud.
Leaning in even deeper, the Elven King enjoyed how she hung on his fingers and words as her breath hitched when in the cold room his breath warmed her pointy ears.
"All of it"
Then Malekith withdrew his fingers slick with her want and Nirya, herself aching for his touch.
"Do you understand?"
Nirya shot him a baleful glare and slid back into the warm water of the bath. His more unrefined side urged the Druchii to despoil and ravage the willing supplicant right here and now, but the side that had warred with Morathi's antics for many millennia suggested that he stay true to his words and deal with the aftermath. Both options were enticing, but since there was a busy day tomorrow, the Witch King bid the wanton girl goodnight and disappeared to his quarters, ignoring the curses and splashes of water as he closed the door behind him. For courtesies sake, Malekith again cast a spell of warding on the door that would lock it from the outside and warn him when Nirya inevitably would decide to search for him.
Perhaps then he would give in to his baser impulses.
When the door shut behind him, the Dark Sorcerer wasted no time in stowing his armaments in his closet and reinforcing his room with wards. While they from perfect, he was almost certain that only an exceptionally powerful mage, which the College did not possess could enter the room without experiencing excruciating pain and loss of consciousness. Of course, there were exceptions like Faralda and Nirya, who were his possible guests for in his bed and adding an alarm spell to the wards, Malekith allowed himself a little nap. His eyes closing to what he assumed would be a busy night.
Precisely as the time had bid, there was a knock on his door that awakened the ancient sorcerer. Yawning and stretching out, he unlocked the door from a distance as he recognized Faralda on the other side and propped himself on the elbows. Without hurry, Faralda walked inside and closed the door, turning the key, which was echoed by the wards through his witch sight.
"Impressive wards"
"Why thank you, Faralda, I trust that there were no further complications" the male brushed his black locks back and sat on the bed as the Altmer woman remained standing. He was not oblivious as he noticed that instead of her practical pigtails, the Lector of destruction had let her hair down and the robes were not as flowing as she usually preferred.
"What was the reason why you called me here?" she continued as she remained standing and that could not be allowed to remain so, his mother had raised him to be cordial to the fairer sex. Though it was the same mother, who almost expunged those very same teachings with her attitude.
"Please sit down" he beckoned and to his relief, she took his desk chair and let her eyes wander around his cluttered desk instead of meeting his gaze. He supposed that it was better this way.
"Nirya has agreed not to cause trouble, but should she act as a petulant brat, you'll find that you will have an edge over her." He now recognized another problem. The Witch King had shed his robes and lay on the bed with only a tunic and form fitting pants that might have given her the wrong impression. The Altmer woman nodded and apparently having finally gathered courage turned to him.
"Why was the Archmage so nervous when he held the Staff meeting?"
"Ah, so I did ruin his plans somewhat" The Elf on the bed smirked, but Faralda's questioning expression made him elaborate.
"He is probably in league with another faction and thought it would be fine to allow them access to my weapons in the best case and let them have them in the worst" He knew that this was quite serious accusation, but seeing the doubt in her face clear before his very eyes, made him somewhat relieved that she understood exactly what he meant.
"You took them"
"Exactly and after tomorrow I will be gone for at least two weeks" Malekith nodded "Let them have my ruined armour, it's enchantments were ruined in the Warp and the other artifacts will be useless to those not familiar with my brand of magic"
"Two weeks?"
"Travel to High Hrothgar and retrieving Azura's star will take some time" there was no need for him to keep secrets from the female mage as once again she had shown her trustworthiness and willingness to go along his goals. Had she been born in Naggaroth, she would have been a member of the Black Guard or even led one of the covens loyal to him alone.
"Speaking of which do you know someone known as Nelacar?" Faralda seemingly froze for a moment, before nodding tentatively and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"What did that little harlot tell you" She growled, and it seemed that she too needed to be reprimanded enough that she would be professional during his absence.
"It was not Nirya and I am asking this as a means to hunt down Malyn Varen" he explained patiently "If you have no wish to tell me about your past with the person in question, then keep your silence, but give me his location. Should it be needed, I will refrain from harming them"
"No need for that, you can gut him if you wish" the Altmer woman exhaled grasped her hands in one-another as they rested in her lap "He hangs around the inn Frozen Hearth and lives off the charity of the innkeeper as a personal fixer. He fled like a coward along with Varen when they were caught."
"Thank you, Faralda." Malekith smiled appreciatively and stood off from the bed, his socks hitting the wooden floor as he stood to his full height. Approaching the Destruction Lector, the woman was canny enough to stand up before he was right in front of her.
"If you have no further concerns, then I suppose you head back to your quarters and have a good rest" looking down on her, the Witch King found the mage staring back at him with her amber orbs, without fear in them, but full of something else.
"Just one, Malekith" she utter his name more of a whisper and pulled down the larger Elf by the edges of his white tunic and crashed her lips to his. There was no hesitation as continuing the kiss, the Son of Aenarion grasped her with both arms and lifted her up to his eye level. Faralda wasted no time by wrapping her long naked legs around his torso. As their tongues warred and she clung to him for dear life, the very same long legs slid down to his waist and found that something else was blocking her descent.
Her hands ran through his full black hair, rocking against what could as well been solid stone. Only by the lack of air the two separated their mouths from the other's and breathed heavily as they looked into one another's eyes.
"How am I for an otherworldly elf?" she winked and gently let her fingers caress his jaw.
Her partner tilted his head as if deep in thought, before answering "Never kissed one"
"Good" she growled playfully and kissed him again.
It was foolish to expect a man such as him to be attracted solely by appearances and for all her beauty and techniques Nirya would have paled before the personality and attitude expressed by the woman who was kissing him as she ground away on his cock. She was his first in Nirn and he would do everything in his ageless powers to make this night last. Having freed one of his arms from her waist, the warlord firmly held her posterior. She moaned in her lover's mouth, but the moan soon turned to a groan as Malekith certainly didn't let go or ease. After all he had just marked her.
They separated again.
"You realize that after tonight nothing will stay the same" he spoke with seriousness and Faralda seemed to understand the sentiment as she attacked his neck, laying a stream of biting kisses in her wake
"Another benefit to our relationship?"
"Indeed" Malekith agreed, not entirely against such an arrangement and returned the favour by mimicking a vampire and biting the neck.
"Ah" she yelped as he released her, the sorcerer feeling that a certain part of his pants had become even more moist.
"Was this what you expected?" he released her behind and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head backwards so that he could once more raid her neck.
"I thought that you would take me against the wall" she admitted, before he bit her again "Oh Auri-el!"
"That can be arranged" He growled as the pressure of her pressed against him was quite enough for the Elven King to loose his cool. Not that he was a one-shot crossbow.
"No, this is much better…wait what are you doing?" Faralda sighed contently which turned into a surprise as he untangled her legs and let down the woman back on the floor. Now that she was before him fully, the mage could see her arousal almost running down her legs, while her neck was covered in red bruises. She was still blushing and breathing heavily as her chest rose and fell, straining against her robes. Another fact that he had noticed only too late.
"Undress" he growled as he sat down onto the bed and watched as a multitude of emotions flashed on her face as she grasped the clasp with the College's Sigil. Looking him straight in the eye, Faralda undid the sash and threw it on to the chair. Afterwards it was followed by her hand wrappings and the overcoat, leaving her only in a long tunic and boots , innocently hugging her waist as her chest became even more pronounced. Standing there the Altmer looked too delectable to be left in such a state
"Perhaps you wish to unwrap the rest of me yourself?" she teased, tracing her golden hands along her body.
Chuckling Malekith shook his head "I thought it was the prince was the reward for the dashing mage"
Faralda laughed throatily and shook her head "Why not, but you better be rough" Then she kicked off her boots and jumped at the immortal wizard. Laughing and groaning with pleasure the two fell back in the narrow bed and only with his reflexes, the Witch King avoided hitting his head against the wall.
Once he was on his back, he found that their position had not changed all too much, only that his back was against a soft mattress and Faralda's hands were too free to do whatever she wished. Grinning, she lowered her lips to his and ran her nails across his muscled chest. It was hard enough to leave marks, but that was nothing when compared to his more violent concubines.
He couldn't help, but to exhale as her nimble hands found his own belt. With finesse of a spy, she undid the offending piece of leather and threw it aside. However, he could only lay back and watch as the Altmer had her fingers wrapped around his length and felt very pleased.
"Oh my" she ran them up and down slowly as he hardened even more in her grip "Is this the Destroyer that everybody keeps talking about?"
"Gods woman" her victim shook his head, but an unwilling groan escaped the feared tyrant's lips "What an awful joke"
"But it does fit," she pouted and leaned in closer, her eyes shining in the magic lighting as he felt her hand leave him and something wet slide over his considerable length. Her lips inches apart from his own, Faralda breathlessly continued, resting her hand on his chest
"It's big, bit curved, wide and will end a woman"
"I cannot disagree" he drew even nearer and captured her lips with his own as she writhed against his body. However, her position atop of the mountain like man was short lived as Malekith pressed her to himself and rolled the Altmer onto her back. Wasting no time, he pinned her arms above her head and separated their kiss. Instead of fear or discomfort, the woman beneath him looked like a hydra that had caught a harpy.
"Oh no, whatever shall I do" she falsely complained as the Elf that was ravishing her body currently assaulted her breasts, biting and teasing, while the Destroyer laid against her entrance. Deeply entrenched in his assault on her chest, The Witch King was assaulted at the gates by a small dainty hand that for an inexplicable reason wanted for the invader to break past her gates and plunder what was inside. In his assurance of victory, the aggressor, had let his security grow lax.
The green eyed sorcerer looked up at the woman and released the captive nipple with a pop and having locked his gaze with his target, the King of Druchii bucked his hips. Violently and mercilessly, the Destroyer or what Faralda had dubbed as such slammed into her core, filling her to the brim immediately.
With a whimper and toes curling, Malekith released the Altmer's remaining hand and crashed his lips against hers as their tongues resumed their battle. With the extasy and agony inflicted by the raven haired man's thrusts her hands found solace in raking the nails against the broad back.
"This is what you wanted, right?" the male elf growled as he separated and looked down at the estatic woman, her eyes almost glazed with pleasure, chest also covered in bites and heavy breathing. In her he stoked a rhythm, dedicatedly hammering at her. The destruction mage cried out to him as he had slowed down when her hands had released the Elven King from her grasp.
"Poor Nirya" the mage gleefully giggled as her breasts shook "I wonder how she would feel seeing us-"
Whatever she was about to say next was interrupted by a large hand firmly holding her neck.
"She will know nothing, Faralda. Is that understood or do I need to burn it in your memory?"
In her eyes it was clear that the woman who had rescued him was seriously considering it, before nodding. In retaliation, he picked up the pace and squeezed her neck harder. Truly it felt as if he was the battering ram as he almost pulled himself out before thrusting again. Breathless and grasping for air this torment continued until a silent scream overcame her delicate features as she shook in his grip. Immediately releasing her and pouring his magic in her, the woman looked at him with shock as her breathing normalized and her wounds suffered in this battlefield waned.
"Oh my, this was quite intense" she looked down and then at her healer with confusion "It was noble of you to give me back more of my stamina, but why did you take away your marks?"
"Now you will have to do them all over again"
Such situations had not been many and faced with such a reply, what else could such a man as Malekith do, but laugh loudly and pull himself out of his willing servant. Pulling her closer, another fierce kiss heralded the interlude between the two of them, but while the sorcerer held her chin and the back of her neck, she egged on her Destroyer and caressed the broad chest.
When they separated Faralda pressed her hands against him and murmured in his ear "I want to taste you" before she left, her gift was a gentle kiss and a bite on the lobe, that made him shake from the sensation.
Still Malekith obliged and they switched positions, now he lied on his back again as she curiously stroked his length. In one moment, his legendary self-control waned as he felt lips and even tongue at the base of his scrotum as her mouth continued bravely onwards, leaving kisses and small bites in her way as she came to the top only then the blonde Elf saw the magnitude of her undertaken labour. The sorcerer could only commend her as he grabbed a fistful of her hair.
"I never considered myself to be a sword-" what wretched sentence was on her lips, died the moment he became tired of her tasteless jokes and pushed her head down, making her choke with the thick length that was certainly more than he thought she could handle.
"You said you wanted a taste" he hissed with pleasure as her tongue and mouth massaged him "So have it all!"
A less capable concubine would have railed against him, slapping his calves to let her go or tearing at the sheets, but this fearless elf bobbed her head up and down in a maddening rhythm, even as tears spilled from the corners of her eyes. In his infinite mercy, the erstwhile Ruler of Naggarond pulled her head up and off from his length as her flushed face looked at him with undisguised lust. Without awaiting his further actions, she dove back to her former position.
Even if he had wanted to do anything, the male elf allowed her to proceed through the haze of pleasure as her ministrations threatened to momentarily cease his assault. It came to surprise of no one as he spilled his load in the decisive time when she had swallowed it whole, her lips touching the curled black hair at the base.
Pulling her mouth off him with a gasp, the Altmer swallowed and leaned down to clean after herself as she had been quite sloppy. Malekith still forgave her with a gasp as she was not done yet. He wondered if he had somehow unleashed some daemon of Slaneesh, but then chased these unwelcome thoughts away as he looked down at the golden skinned elf fellating him, while pleasing herself.
It almost looked like neglect and after such a service, she deserved better.
Gently he grasped her by the hair and raised her off himself as Faralda looked at him with visible disappointment.
"Do you not want me to take you against the wall and any other surface in this room?"
That was all it took for the elven woman to launch herself at him, but having still her hair in his hands, the Witch King took great care to land her face beside him in the mattress as he rose up on his knees. Sensing his intention, the wanton lector shifted so her rear was up and facing the air.
As he took his position behind her and readied himself for another assault, the sorcerer heard grumbling coming from the mattress "Do you want to take me while I'm praying as a Redguard?!"
This earned her a swift slap on the backside as he entered her again.
When Malekith awoke he found his room in an extravagant state of disarray and pandemonium. His journal and notes laid on the floor as the desk had been knocked clean. The chair had been knocked over with two belts somehow fastened on it's back. Clothes had somehow found their way atop of the wardrobe, while expert level robes littered before his bed. Yet the Witch King was quick to deduce and rationalize how it all had happened as someone heavily snored beside him. Another piece of evidence was that two dainty golden arms were wandering where they should not be.
Looking at Faralda beside him, memories of the night before came to his mind, and he was astonished how quickly the Tamrielic Elf adapted and matched the decadence of the Druchii. Slowly he pulled her arms away from himself and noted that they had been quite busy yesterday. He intended to wake the sleeping Lector gently and perhaps enjoy an encore of the yesterday's performance, but loud knocks on the door that were accompanied by shouts of "Faralda, you bitch!" put a damper on such a plan.
Beside him the bitch in question opened her eyes, but still snuggled closer to the sorcerer with a self-satisfied smirk.
A.N:
Hello frens. I know I took very long. I am sorry as two cans of boomer monster and sleeping hours were sacrificed to the Smut throne. Next up is Malekith experiencing the famous Elder Scrolls racism that reminds him of home, a visit to an elderly retirement home up in the mountains, a dispute of taxes and many more.
I wish you all the best, but please comment, leave reviews etc.
Be merry, marry, I do care
-Spook