Do'Jhad was bored.
Lookout duty was the worst job a non-Nord bandit could get in Skyrim. The cold winds that plagued the region were felt even through the Khajiit's fur.
'Maybe if this one left Gho'ruzz to search for the dead merchant's coin purse for himself, he wouldn't be freezing by himself out here. But nooo, Khajiit had to open their mouths to help the stupid Orc.' Apparently, the stupid green musclehead didn't like to be shown up, and he wasn't going to argue with someone who could swing a warhammer as if it was a mace.
Honestly, he didn't understand why there even was a need to have a lookout here at Halted Stream. The guards had stopped patrolling this region since the start of the civil war. And in the five months where his group had occupied the location looking to attack passing caravans, not one soul had approached their camp during the night.
That's what Do'Jhad thought until he saw movement in the distance.
At first, he dismissed it as just some animal that strayed too close to the camp. But as time passed, it became clear that it was no animal but a person heading straight toward his position at what seemed to be a casual pace.
His grip tightened around his stolen Imperial bow as his eyes sharpened, trying to discern the identity of this individual. 'This one is sure that no one sane enough would walk alone in the wilds of Skyrim.'
As the figure approached, Do'Jhad became even more confused at the identity of this mysterious interloper.
Black and red clothes befitting a noble and well-groomed hair as white as snow that reached beyond their shoulders, their figure slim and tall, making it hard to determine their gender. Coupled with visible pointed ears belonging to a Mer, yet pale skin found in the Nords that inhabited Skyrim, it painted a strange picture of their identity.
'Is that a High Elf...? What is a noble doing by themselves he-' His thought process halted as he absorbed the last detail of the stranger that had escaped his notice until the moment:
Burning reddish orange eyes.
"Vam-!" His cry for help was interrupted as a heavy sensation enveloped his body, leaving him out of breath and incapable of movement. His limbs felt sluggish, yet he didn't fall to the ground. It was as if an unseen force held him up. He knew not what the vampire had done, but he knew what awaited him if he survived.
The feeling only worsened as his entire body slowly started to feel heavy and unresponsive. His eyes closed as the cold set in, and his last thoughts were of regret.
He regretted not listening to his mother when she told him to go to Cyrodill instead of Skyrim. He regretted stealing from his brother to pay for just one more dose of skooma. He regretted betraying his caravan to save his hide.
And more than ever, he regretted joining this damned group.
And like this, the coward Do'Jhad died. Drowning in his own choices.
-•-
One bandit down.
Honestly, he at least expected some resistance out of the outlaw. He knew his new Frost Paralysis spell was dangerous, but it wasn't supposed to actually kill the target (at least not this fast).
"Well, I will need to review the spell formula. And perhaps lower the power later." He said out loud to himself. Apparently, this group thought a single lookout was enough, so it appears that there is no need to bother with stealth.
"And if they are anything like this weakling, the night will be shorter than I expected." He sighed. It's not like he was expecting a powerful foe, but this was downright pitiful. Is it asking too much for at least some resistance from these scoundrels so he could have fun?
Maybe the ones inside the mine could provide at least some resistance to make his effort worth it. Who knows? Perhaps the boss has some enchanted armor or weapon he stole/pillaged that could be a worthy distraction.
-•-
'Damn it! Damn it!' Gho'ruzz swore as he ran through the winding corridors of the mine. His armored shoulders painfully collided against the stone walls at every sharp turn. Impacts that would leave ugly bruises when he woke up the next day.
That is if he had another day at all.
'What kind of vampire is that?!' He had fought vampires in the past. Those parasites had been a tough fight, yet he was able to triumph.
But this... Monster. Was different.
When he first laid out his sight on it, he was sure that that arrogant Khajiit he left on lookout duty was dead. But he attributed it to the cat's incompetence at dealing with a single blood-sucker.
How wrong he was.
With a swipe of its claws, the vampire severed Svin in half at the waist, ending the life of the Nord instantly. At that moment, most of his men knew there was a good chance that no one would escape alive. But that didn't stop the most foolhardy of them from trying to survive the monster.
Arwil and Jeonna tried to rush it, their elven weapons aimed at the vampire's chest to inflict as much damage as possible. While Aron nocked an arrow aimed at its head, and Julius prepared fire spells to throw at the first opportunity where he didn't risk hitting his own people.
It was for naught.
Arwil was backhanded nearly instantly, losing her twin daggers and being sent flying against a wall, while Jeonna was pierced right through the heart by the vampire's clawed hand. Aron's arrow was already flying before Jeonna hit the ground, only for the monster to grab it mid-flight with telekinesis and send it flying back at Aron.
He had no time to understand what happened before his own arrow pierced him right through his head.
Julius panicked at the slaughter and started to send firebolt after firebolt in a volley of flames at the monster. Engulfing the middle ground between him and the enemy in a veritable wall of death. So that even if it wasn't enough to kill the undead, it would at least slow it down enough so that they could try to escape through the pit.
But the relief was short-lived, as a sphere of crimson energy shot through the wall of flames right at Julius. A colorful light that Gho'Ruzz had once seen in the weak spell normal vampires used to slowly sap their enemies of strength and stamina during their fights.
The result of the spell only hammered down the hopelessness of their situation.
Julius wasn't slightly weakened. He was consumed. His body was reduced to a husk, the dagger he had on him rusting and his clothes being reduced to mere scraps in a matter of seconds.
And the monster walked through the fire. The flames licked the vampire's porcelain skin and did nothing. Its face betrayed nothing but apathy at the gruesome deaths it caused.
So what did he do? What did the feared Gho'Ruzz, Chief of the bandit group of Halted Stream, do?
He ran. He dropped his prized weapon and ran like a babe lost from his ma.
He knew that, even if he survived, he would be shamed for the rest of his life. Even if no one ever found out that he abandoned his men, he wouldn't be able to live with the guilt. To know that he left all of his group to die just so that he could live.
Yet, the screams of the massacre coming from behind him only made him run faster. He knew he shouldn't, but the terror was too powerful. So he had to run, run and liv-ghaa! Something hit him, combining with his momentum and sending him sprawling.
Pain shot through his body and quickly subsided, giving place to a cold feeling in his chest. He looked down and immediately found the culprit. An ice spear that had torn through his armor and impaled his chest.
He knew that this was it, that the only reason he still drew breath was that the ice embedded in him stopped his blood from leaving his body. And that all he had left now was to wonder what would kill him first: blood loss or hypothermia?
Before he could continue his dreadful wondering, he saw a shadow approaching, and one did not need to be a scholar to know who was coming. He had nothing to lose anymore, so he decided to at least face his end with what was left of his dignity.
"So~wheeze~are you going to~wheeze~end the job?" Pathetic, he couldn't even speak clearly anymore. Every ragged breath drained the little life he had left.
"Oh? Now you see fit to face me?" The voice was smooth and mocking. "Now that your entire group is dead, and you are soon to follow, do you decide to face me?"
"..." The monster was sharp yet truthful. "It's because I'm as good as dead~wheeze~because despite running away, ~wheeze~despite being a coward, I wish to die facing death. ~wheeze~To at least know the name of my killer."
The vampire's eyes burned like a cold flame. It was beautiful in a macabre way as if he was watching his last setting sun.
"...Auryan Volkihar, Lord of Clan Volkihar." He answered, his voice calm as if he was commenting about the weather.
...
"...Ha." He left a soft blood stained laugh. He knew that name only in legends his ma used to tell him and his brothers regarding the legendary vampire clan of Skyrim. To think it wasn't just a legend. "We never stood a chance~wheeze~did we?"
...
"No, you did not." He raised his right hand, in it the same soft red glow he had seen not long ago.
He smiled, knowing that he died not to a nobody. But to a living legend. Even if it was the type of legend made to scare children rather than inspire others.
-•-
He sighed once again, looking down at the husk that used to be the Orc chief naught but seconds ago. Observing the armor slowly rust.
How utterly disappointing.
When he saw the two-meter-tall Orc wearing a complete set of enchanted steel plate armor and wielding a Dwemer warhammer of Flames, he was sure he had found a great source of entertainment. The other five bandits in the room served as a great bonus.
Yet his expectations were quickly dashed. The lower-ranked bandits were just cannon fodder. The mage only being able to cast apprentice-level spells. So it took less than a minute to take care of the rabble.
And then what happened?
The Orc ran away! He threw his weapon in my overall direction (missing, obviously) and ran away like a milk drinker! He was so dumbfounded that it took a second to go after the fleeing chief.
In his chase, he also disposed of the remaining bandits, who were either sleeping or too drunk to notice. Turning his self-imposed raid of the camp into an annoying chore trying to get the damned rat. Saying that he was angry at how the events turned out would be an understatement.
"At least I didn't bring Serana or, Kynareth forbid, Babette. They would nag at me for the rest of the night at how bad this mission flopped." He reflected by himself while making his way back toward the entrance.
"And now here I am! Cleaning bandit hideouts instead of enjoying myself. How Balgruuf gets me mixed in these bullshit situations is a mystery." He actually knew very well how but was really not in the mood to remind himself that it was his own fault for wanting to turn a bandit camp clearing mission into something enjoyable.
"*sigh*Now what am I supposed to-" He stopped as his senses picked something that he had missed early, probably due to the sound of combat masking it.
A faint heartbeat.
He took his time approaching the one responsible for the sounds. Apparently, one of the bandits he encountered at the entrance was still alive.
It was one of the melee fighters that first attempted to attack him. A young Bosmer woman, the one that he had backhanded. Her survival was surprising to him as he had hit her with enough force to shatter her head.
"Let's see how far your luck will go, girl." with a quick Heal Other, all her injuries started to disappear, leaving her looking as pristine as she was before the battle. Her eyes jumped open as if shocked. She panicked, looking from one side to the other in confusion.
"W-What happened!? Where am-""Silence." Her eyes dulled, and her previous alert body relaxed. It seems like she was too weak, even with healing, to try to resist a Vampire Lord's Command.
"Tell me all you can about yourself." Will she have enough good karma to be allowed to go? Or is the rot of banditry too deep for salvation? Ah~ How delightful it is to see if someone is worthy of the gift of life!
"My name is Arwyl... I have been alive for twenty-seven winters... I never liked working at my family's shop... I left my home at fifteen after murdering my mother for her inheritance and used it all up in a few years... From then... I have been switching between bandit groups to get easy money from the fools that think work helps in anything..." Her voice was monotonous and lifeless. Admitting to crimes she had probably held close to herself her entire life, never revealing to anyone.
...
"*sigh*" Honestly, he was more annoyed than anything now. How is it that not a single one of these low lives had a shred of dignity that would be worth exploring? Maybe Valeria was right in saying that bothering with mortals was a waste of time...
He still had time to burn until sunrise. Then it would take a few days to return to Castle Volkihar. It is a shame that this trip was a complete waste of time.
...
Wait a moment.
His eyes returned to the Bosmer still under his Command. He surveyed her appearance. Taking into consideration that her soul was already rotten to the core. She was more... developed in certain places when compared with other Wood Elves. Something easily noticeable even under her leather armor. Her face was also quite pleasing to the eye: soft lips, forest-green eyes, and long light brown hair.
Well... it seems he will have at least some fun tonight.
"Follow me." He spoke and started walking deeper into the mine. He was sure he had seen a small bath. Probably near the rooms he passed when chasing that damn Orc. The controlled Bosmer followed behind without making a sound.
-•-
It was actually a thermal bath!
Honestly, he was sure these bandits had hit the golden pot of camps. Yet still ended up squandering it by not taking care of defending the place. There weren't even traps in the rooms or corridors.
'But none of that now. Let's relax.' Auryan thought while he rested against the rocky border of the large bath, his royal clothes being removed some time ago. 'Now the only thing that's left...'
The Bosmer girl, Arwil, was standing by the bath, still donning her worn leather armor. The dulled eyes were a sign that the Command still held even after all this time. He shook his head. 'By Auriel. How weak is this woman's mind? I didn't even bother reinforcing the spell...'
"Take off your armor and get in the water." At the Command, he had quite the show from the defeated bandit. Her lethargic movements were quite arousing as she slowly undressed. Her naturally tanned skin and supple breasts were a delight, her nipples erect due to the cold. Afterward, she got into the water and approached him with no emotion in her eyes.
At this point, he would have already bitten her: turning her into a fellow dweller of the night (if she showed promising enough) or a simple thrall so he could at least enjoy as she revered him as if a God amongst men. But even now, there was no signal of the spell breaking. He hadn't even put as much Magicka as he could! Her willpower was beyond pathetic at this point.
So he could as well experiment with something new. He grabbed the border of the bath and pulled himself up. Leaving him in a sitting position atop the edge.
"From now on, you will obey every word of mine." Alright, the spell shouldn't work like this. He wondered how this would work out. "Give me a blowjob."
She approached him with absolutely no hesitation or resistance whatsoever. Her hands grabbed the base of his member for support. While her mouth enveloped the head, licking with no expertise. Either the torpor of the Command still dulling her movements. Or due to the inexperience of the individual being an unknown factor.
After a minute or two, it became more enjoyable. With Arwil's ministrations being able to get his cock to full length. It was also exciting to see such a selfish and cruel person being reduced to nothing more than a tool to satisfy him.
He soon felt like blowing his first load. So without thinking twice, he grabbed Arwil's head and pulled it close, forcing her to deepthroat him. The muffled sounds of choking reverberated pleasantly on his cock as he cummed down her throat.
After he was done, he released her, allowing some breathing room. And, despite the violent handling, she still hadn't escaped the spell. He chuckled.
The night was still young.
He went back into the water and switched places with her. Pinning her against the bath wall, her lower back pressing against the rock. Her wet body, combined with her quick breathing, was a gorgeous sight to behold. So he wasted no time digging into the glorious treat presented to him.
"Come here." His lips found hers, and his tongue invaded her mouth. While his hands explored as much as they could of her soft body. His member rubbed against her lower lips as he thrust between her supple tights.
Curiously enough, she soon began to answer his stimuli. Her tongue licked his own while her lips pressed against his. Her thighs pressed tighter against each other, and he could feel her getting wetter atop his member. She remained with dulled eyes. There was no sign of any attempt at wrestling the control back.
Done with the foreplay. Auryan decided that this hot Mer had to be "woken up." With no difficulty, he slid inside her and started to thrust with wild abandon. Her inner walls pressed warmly against his member. Her tits bounced in rhythm, only stopping when he decided to take one of her nipples in his mouth.
They kept going like this, with the intensity slowly rising. Nearing the end, Auryan sank his teeth into her neck, tasting her sweet blood. The sensation is enough to bring both of them into orgasm. Her walls milked him as he filled the bandit's womb with his undead seed.
They stayed in this position for a while. So that Arwil could recover her breath. White liquid poured out between her legs, and her face was flushed due to the effort. Yet she remained under the thrall of the Command spell.
"Hahaha!" He laughed. "I didn't expect that you would still not free yourself even after this. It seems I will have to take you home to study why this happened."
He put his mouth right next to her ear and whispered. "But that can wait. The night is only beginning, and I took quite the shine with your delicious body."
His hands once again roamed her body. As he planned to enjoy the rest of the night with the pleasure of the flesh. While also thinking of a way to explain to his brides, as too why he brought another "pet" home.
