Wild at hunt

WARNING! This is where the rated M part comes. If that's not your cup of canis root tea, then please click back. Otherwise, enjoy reading! n_n

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Since we were close to Morthal, I proposed to my lover we spend the night at an inn – and then teleport back to Blacklight and from there, we go on foot to that encampment. By my estimations, we should make it just fine.

Jonna, the innkeeper wasn't asking us annoying questions and we were thankful for it. Though, when we asked for a single room, the look we got was hilarious. We shared the same traveling money, so Ondolemar paid her 10 gold pieces and waited at the inn, while I got out shopping. I felt naked in the party clothes. I need some armor.

Much to my luck, there weren't any shops for armor, so I had two options. I endure the fact I am vulnerable to a bolt or arrow in the chest – or I call upon a dremora merchant. At least one spell from Mora that is very useful. Finding an abandoned spot was very vital – dremora sightings aren't a good thing in all Holds, the people often think it's a bad omen or something even more unpleasant.

The steep mountain trails proved to be hard to scale, but nothing a seasoned adventurer like myself couldn't handle. Out of sight and above Morthal, only then I deemed it safe to summon the dremora.

I cast the spell Black Market and the sarcastic dremora merchant emerged from the dark depths of Oblivion. "Ah, a fresh mortal who seeks to bargain with me."

I rolled eyes. "You've seen me on six different occasions and you always say the same thing. You don't have more spare lines?"

The dremora's feigned smile vanished and was replaced by a growling, then angry grimace. "I have places to be. Be quick about it, mortal."

I browsed the equipment (in ethereal form, it will become real once it crosses to Nirn) and he had a large variety of all equipment, but I always loved the armor sets of my homeland, but never bought one. I wonder how will Bonemold armor look on me? Oh, what about Chitin armor... hmmm. So many choices. I don't like daedric armor. It looks ominous and I don't want to look ominous. In the end, I chose Ebony armor set, except the helm. I paid the dremora over 5000 gold pieces, but it didn't hurt my (our) finances. I still had more money I could ever spend, all I earned from my travels and tomb raiding. (AN - Tomb Raider, anyone?)

The sassy merchant vanished back to whence it came from; and I was so cold, I could feel it. I'll head back now to Moorside Inn and I'll change first thing in the morning.

I went back to the inn, where Ondolemar was eating and Jonna was talking with her husband, as I presumed. Them being so casual with each other reminded me of my parents, Cir and Viran. Also kind of me and the mer who smiled at me and offering a bowl with late dinner. I put the armor on the nightstand in our rented room and strut back to where he was seated.

With weariness that had nothing to do with the late hour, I accepted the bowl of some cooked meat and plenty of vegetables, sitting beside the mage. Jonna's conversation with her husband was carried into one of the large, un – occupied rooms and they closed the door.

It's been a long, long day, I thought. We traveled back in time. And what exactly did he learn? Ondolemar still hasn't spoken about it. Perhaps I should ask now. We won't be disturbed here. Or wait until we reach the rented room.

I ate, staring into my bowl. I still haven't give it much thought. Do we stand a chance against an army, especially since the enemy has much bigger numbers? I wonder...

Ondolemar was quietly eating, also minding his own bowl. Obviously, I am not the only one worrying about the outcome of the war, in which we're in the middle.

The altmer put down a spoon, his gaze was on me. "What's on your mind?" Under the table, his hand intertwined with mine. My heart soared. "You." I spoke partly the truth. His expression softened as he leaned closer and I met his lips halfway. Our kiss tasted of meat and mead. I cupped his face and deepened the kiss, feeling Ondolemar's hands on my back.

We let go, feeling the eyes of Jonna on us, as we heard the splattering of mead on the wooden floor. We separated and she, with a blush retreated back to her room, cheeks burning.

She shut the door behind her and Ondolemar was mischievously smirking at me. Could this be? Our first night? I can't say I haven't been thinking about it. Weakness flooded through me, my yearning for him reached unbearable levels and I didn't care for anything else. Ondolemar covered my cheeks with small kisses and then he went down, licking my chin and he went down towards the neck, where his hands reached under the fabric and now, he kissed my exposed shoulders.

"I can't hold out anymore." The words breached the gap of my last bits of self – control. Truth is, I've been aching, thinking about him. Even back then, when he disliked me. Now... nothing stands in our way of love.

I felt how his nimble fingers started to pull down the party clothes and this is where I drew the line. I halted him and he gave me a questioning look.

"I... can we move to the room?" I pleaded and he smiled, standing up and pulling me with himself. He urged me to walk as my legs turned to ash hopper jelly. I was rigged with lust, I shan't hide it.

We walked in and he shut the door. I hoped Jonna and her husband wouldn't mind... much. Surely, they got (horny) visitors like us from time to time...

I stood in the middle, shaking with delight as he prompted me to put my hands in the air and he pulled the upper clothes over my frame. The amber in his eyes darkened as he luridly stared at my chest. My knees crumbled completely and he caught me, smirking. "I've got you." He whispered in my ears, his hands caressed my stomach and I chuckled. It tickled!

Then, he lowered head and sucked on my nipples and I yelped, surprised as he sucked on left nipple while he teasingly drew circles around the right one, all the while holding me tightly in his embrace.

He attached himself to me, passionately, with his teeth he teased my nipples and when he stopped to look up at me, I was mesmerized by his gleamy gaze. And then, he playfully bit into the left nipple and I moaned, uncaring that on the other side of that door, two other people were hearing everything.

Dunno how (or when) Ondolemar got rid of my last bits of clothing and it neatly fell into a pile by my legs, along with my smalls and I suddenly stood before him, stark naked.

I was left only in boots, which he took off for me. Ondolemar was still fully dressed. He hugged me. "It's been so long since I've done this with anyone... and for the first time with the one I love," he whispered, pulling me closer and again covered me with handful of hot, moist kisses. "I don't want to wait anymore."

Clasping me, the mage leaned my back against the door and solid, muscular thigh reached between my legs and picked me up slightly. I could feel just how much power I had over the altmer's body as he moaned when my fingers brushed up on his member. I reached a hand down to his clothed dick, my throat dry.

He's so big. Ondolemar's cock was standing up, brushing up against mine, also erect. We locked gazes and I touched him through the breeches, feeling as it got even harder.

Ondolemar groaned as he gently removed my hand. He started undoing the knots on his breeches and I realized he wanted to take me right there and now.

Merciful Azura!

I wiggled in his grasp, thinking this will either hurt a lot or cause me to cry from pleasure, so that Morthal will have something new to gossip about.

Ondolemar's fingers found a way to my bottom, where he stayed a while, appreciating my buttocks as I gathered upon seeing his lusty look as he kissed me and two fingers slipped inside me. He penetrated me deep, toying, twisting and stretching me for his manhood.

The new sensations took over and the dragon in me awakened with ferocity as we kissed and moaned sweetly into each other's crooks of necks simultaneously. I was fired up with the mage's passion, our joint lust and almost unbearable longly suppressed desire.

I was wet, excited, heated, ready. I didn't want to wait, either.

"Fin, I love you." Ondolemar murmured as he picked me a bit higher and I felt his member near my entrance. "You're the only one I want." For the first time, he rammed deep into me and I nearly fainted from the unbelievable pleasure.

"Ondolemar..." Firmly, I held onto his neck and I drew his lips to mine. Passionately and insatiably, his tongue penetrated inside my mouth, he drew and withdrew, wildly flouncing in my mouth, his tongue was as if mimicking the movement of his loins and powerful thrusts of his cock.

He thrusted and rammed, again and again until my legs completely gave out on me and I was hanging from the air, unable to stand on ground.

That was when he picked me up, he wrapped my legs around his hips and he continued in his erotic attacks. I completely gave into him, let him fuck me so hard my head was spinning and my body was burning as if I casted Ancestor's Wrath, which I didn't.

All of sudden, the world started to recede into the unknown and before my eyes, I saw the white flash of light and shining stars spurt in my vision. I grabbed into my lover's shoulders, gripping. His sweet assaults were slowly driving me into the abyss of our euphoria. "Ondolemar... Ondolemar... Ondolemar... Ondolemar..." I said repeatedly as we rode on the waves of passion together. I felt how he tensed up, and shrunk in the spasm of pleasure and with steady rhythmical moves of his loins and that last thrust that had me creaming, he emptied his seed of culminating longing. My own passion got splattered onto our chests as I came.

We stayed quiet for a time, unmoving. Ondolemar held me in his arms, my legs were still wrapped around his waist and on my skin, I could smell his distinct scent. Slowly, he loosened up and was coming out of me, my legs dropped, but he didn't move away. He only stood there, body pressed against mine and his still half hard cock nudged my belly.

He gathered me from the floor, bridal style and set me on the bed. Then he went for the washbasin with water and rummaged through the wardrobe's drawers until he found... a linen cloth?

My mind was one hazy mess. He nearly fucked my brains out and I loved every second of it. I heard vividly the splashing of water in the basin and wringing from excessive water and steps.

Ondolemar laid next to me and lifted me up, cleaning us both up. I didn't protest, after all, I was soo... tired now.

After he was done, he kissed my nose. "Are you okay?"

Was I okay, did he ask?

"I was never so much heated than in your embrace. You showed me just how much you love me, just like I wanted from the very beginning." I scooted over and laid my head on his chest. He played with my hair.

"Tell me, Fin. Was I your first man?" He asked and I blushed, pulling the blankets over us abruptly and burying my head in his chest to hide. "Yes."

"And was there a... woman in your life?"

I snorted, feeling outraged. "No, I was searching for the "one" for as long as I can remember and I never saw women in that light." It was embarrassing admitting something like this to someone like Ondolemar who "knocked boots" as he called it in the past.

I raised head, curious. "And you? Was I your first man?"

He kissed my forehead. "Yes, you were. I never knew I'd love a man so deeply."

"And a dunmer at that."

"I'd love you, no matter what you look like."

"Aaww, I can't say I don't like this accepting side of you. And would you care to teach me more? First time wasn't nearly enough." I asked boldly for more and he smiled, enveloping me in his warmness and I let the sensations take me to the heavens, once more. We've stayed in bed, albeit we slept only a few hours.

Most of the time we spent, I'll be blunt, fucking.

After the fifth time, I collapsed onto his chest and dozed off.

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Morning after was... a bit awkward for me as I woke up in an empty bed, his side of bed was done. My heart throbbed painfully, jumping to conclusions – all were so bad. No, he didn't leave me. He's nearby. I must have some faith – we've been through hell and back together, surely he wouldn't get fed up with me and just up leave me. He loves me. Ondolemar would never -

The door opened and I looked, startled at the altmer, holding one big plate with food and drink for both of us. "I was about to wake you, but I didn't have the heart to do so."

He put the grub on table and I sighed, standing up and putting on my smalls and the ebony armor I purchased yesterday, already noting how my hips hurt, not to mention - "Hmm... I enjoy the view."

And so he did, gazing at me as I put on the armor. I sighed again, sitting down beyond the table and he sat on the other empty chair, touching my shoulder. "Are you... okay?" He asked, worried and I shook head, putting his hands on the table, squeezing them. "Nothing is wrong. I... I just worried you left me after yesterday. When I woke up, you weren't there."

I expected him to ridicule my fears, but he leaned over the table, our heads touched. "It's okay to be scared. Remember? I voiced the exact same fear to you; that you'd decide to leave me after we've slept together. And I won't ever leave you. "

"Promise?"

He chuckled and his haughty tone resonated in my ears. "I promise."

I had to settle my thumping heart, so I sat back, straight and Ondolemar donned that cocky smile as he put butter on his loaf of bread, watching me as I tried to do the same.

Trying to strike up a conversation was a bit harder than I thought, seeing that no neutral topics came to mind. I was such a mess. The mighty Dragonborn, reduced to lovestruck bosmer maiden after one night with my lover.

Stuffing my face seemed as the best I could do and my stomach growled as if on cue. "Whoa, easy there. I know you must be hungry after... our activities, but take it easy and don't upset your stomach. We'll be teleporting outta here after we check out with the inkeeper. She's a kind lady, but I had to pay her extra for – ehm, and I quote her - disturbing the peace." He hinted and my face flared up.

"I am surprised you're up and walking, though. I guess the stamina of Dragonborn is more potent that a normal mortal's." I choked on the bread and drank from the tankard, until the stuck piece of bread went down. He patted my back and I glared daggers at him. "You're MUCH worse at flirting than me and that's saying something." I said the hollow truth and he only smirked, licking my cheek. "You had a crumble on your face."

Blood rushed to my face, forming a blush for him to see and bask in it. For now, he stopped with the innuendos and resumed eating, occasionally downing the food with mead.

I ate slowly – as he said, we'll be teleporting and last thing I need is my stomach acting up.

After the quiet breakfast, I gathered my weapons, put on the Wraithguard, Ondolemar Keening and we checked one more if we've everything.

I left as first and Ondolemar followed after me. Jonna and her husband didn't even look at us as we made our way to the exit.

Outside, I inhaled deeply. The life in Morthal was an experience, I'll give them that. The mines, local intrigue...

I started walking and after six steps, I turned to see Ondolemar, staring at the sky. I looked up, curious what got him so peeved he halted – the sun was waning – and it was early morning. Instead, it was replaced by dusk, crimson red like blood.

My hands slipped towards the Auriel's Bow on my back. Solar eclipse? But I haven't brought any Bloodcursed arrows with me. Strange. I put a Sunhallowed arrow into the bowstring. Maybe I can cancel whatever is happening to the sky with this...

I put the arrow back into its quiver. No, I would hurt innocent bystanders with the sun rays.

Then, it started snowing heavily. What, Snow, in Morthal? This ain't Dawnstar! "Lok Vah Koor!" I shouted, but it had no effect. A thick mist formed around the village.

Something was awfully off. We have to leave.

"I don't like this. Teleport us." I said to my lover, who shook head. "No, we have to find out what is causing this mist and unnatural snowing. Do you feel that? It's freezing!"

Then, we heard a screech in the distance above us and a silhouette of a... boat, I think. What's going on here?!

Someone screamed, we heard slashing of steel and a thud. Horns sounded into the mist, which was so thick now, I had to blindly find my mage.

"We have to leave!"

I squeezed his hands, waiting for him to transport us out of this hell. Still, we were there. He's in shock or... or... it doesn't matter, we have to leave this mist!

I held tightly into his arm and pulled him with me into a direction, the sounds of clashes of steels with another, screams that send shivers down my spine combined with the horrific horns.

Was this the Wild Hunt?

….Have they come for us?

The clink of horseshoes upon the ground. I had a split second to act; I pushed Ondolemar to the side and I rolled from the harm's way, grabbing hold of Mace of Molag Bal.

Someone incredibly tall dismounted and I shivered. What is happening?! I can't... move...

The person drew a weapon and was nearing me. In the distance, I saw at least hundred more shadowy figures and the horns got more aggressive, summoning forth the frost.

Skyrim's strong winds combined with the freezing weather did a number on my legs, they were frozen solid. I cursed under my breath, trying to get loose from that stupid chunk of ice. The person nearest approached me and put down the helmet.

I only made out his cruel eyes, short fair hair and that sadistic smile.

"Where is he?" That cold, harsh voice. No, I won't be intimidated. I am Dragonborn!

"YOL TOOR SHUL!"

He casted the frost spell and before I could react - "FIN!" I heard Ondolemar's cry and then...

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My entire body shook as I watched Fin getting frozen and I couldn't do anything about it. That bastard did it. If I kill him, Fin will be free!

Then he did something even more dastardly, that bastard teleported (he's one of the mages from Aen Elle, too?) to Fin's body and that's when the invasion quietened down – his people approached the scene, and I realized I had nowhere to go and Fin's life was in that bastard's hands, who sadistically grinned.

"What do you want?! Leave us be!"

His staff was pointed at Fin. "You know why we're here. Give yourself up and we shall... spare him."

My eyes widened. So, this is the Wild Hunt we've been hearing so much about. They're causing the mist, the frost... the panic and terror.

Fin's frozen features were imbued with fear and despair. If I give myself up, they'll spare him. And what's left of Morthal.

I... had no choice. I hung head. Nobody warned us of the Wild Hunt's tactics. What if that Ge'els set this trap. And now, Fin is...

"I give myself up. Just... leave him be."

The bastard smirked, motioning to his soldiers to keep close watch over Fin, as he himself retreated and walked towards me. Slowly, the frost was waning as was the mist. They stopped casting that blizzard.

I was but a mere paces away from that Aen Elle mage, my lips shaking. If Fin wasn't frozen, I could...

He stopped abruptly and I faintly noticed that Fin squirmed. Hoping my eyes don't betray me, I stood there as he was conjuring up some shackles, all eyes were on me. Fin's frame was burning.

All the strange elves turned and the mage twisted his staff, casting the blizzard anew. No! I struggled with him and casted Firestorm at him, which he promptly dispelled. Their magic was far more advanced, damn it!

"Raaarrrhhh!" Fin managed to break free of the frost and with fervor I've never seen before, he battled 30+ opponents, enraged. "Mul Qah Diiv!" He was cloaked in dragon -y armor, slashing right and left with the Mace. I knew he's done playing nice with these scums. As was I.

I battled the elf, but to no avail. His spells far surpassed mine. Gritting teeth, I did my best to hang on until Fin got to me. He was making his way to us as I dodged the attacks from the Aen Elle mage.

Fin cut down two more dogs, before his eyes drooped on my fruitless fight.

"Wuld Nah Kest!" He swished past us and grabbed my hand, hissing into my ear: "TELEPORT US!"

I concentrated on Sadrith Mora, thinking it will be safe there for us.

Fin wasn't done with the bastard, though. "Have a taste of your own medicine! IIZ SLEN NUS!" The Thu'um froze the unsuspecting Aen Elle mage and threw others in disarray.

Using that, I used up my magicka and we vanished from the setting mist and snow to the Spire of Sadrith Mora. We collapsed on the floor. "Bloody Azura!"

I gathered Fin up from the floor, looking for the familiar voice. It was Talvas, Neloth's apprentice.

Still disoriented, we gaped at him and he gaped at us, equally confused. "What- are you okay?!"

I forced Fin to sit down and rubbed his icy cold fingers. "Bring us a blanket and start a fire, please." I said, rubbing the dunmer's palms and hugged him to conserve some warm. At this rate, he'll catch hypothermia.

I have to... Talvas was about to do for what I asked, when I spoke up. "No, forget what I said. Just come with me for now."

I knelt down, scanning Fin's face. His lips are blue and surely, the armor isn't helping. "Listen, Fin. I need you to stay awake, okay? We'll make it."

He blinked. I took that as yes for now, gathering him in my arms and walking towards the bedrooms on the upper levels. "Please, go ahead and light the fireplace in the closest bedroom you see."

Talvas ran and I dragged my half frozen feet towards the stairs.

Shit. They got us good with that storm.

Determined to not fall asleep myself, I forced my steps up the stairs. Just a bit more...

I saw the nearest door, urging myself to keep going. I have to stay awake. Also... "Fin. Don't fall asleep yet."

"Uhmm..." Was his response, eyelids flickering.

I pinched his arm and he opened eyes fully. "Ouch."

"See? Wait until we reach the bed at least. You're cold."

He scowled, but didn't say anything else as we both struggled to keep awake.

I met Talvas at the door, when he stepped out. "I'll tell you later..."

He nodded and walked downstairs.

I put Fin on the bed and sat beside him, undressing us both.

"What... why..."

"Shhh. Our temperatures are below the norm. We have to warm up."

He let me undress him, as I threw the heavy ebony chestplate to the floor, soon all his other garments and weapons followed.

Then I laid him in bed, putting the sheets over him and proceeded to strip myself of the clothes and my weapon.

Shivering incredibly, I slid underneath the sheets and hugged Fin closely. He was deadly cold...

I caressed his cheek. "This is the last time someone jumped us. Next time, I'll kill all who stand in our way."

Fin didn't retort back a heroic phrase, so I presumed he drifted off. We should be fine, after a couple of hours.

Then, I'll exact my revenge.

Certain viceroy is gonna answer to me. I will know if he's conspiring with the bastards or not.

The pillow was so comfy...

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