-I am listening to "If I Had a Heart" by Fever Ray on repeat at the moment... try listening to it as you read this. It adds a little something something to the shmut I think. Enjoy the twistedness of the dremora. Please review after you read :)-
Flashes of glowing blue eyes passed in Caillech's mind. Smooth ashen toned skin. Broad shoulders, and muscular arms. Full curved lips twisted into that crooked smile. Long raven black hair. Her chest was tight, and she struggled to take a full breath, she was light headed and pacing back and forth across the rented room. She closed her eyes and breathed in through her nose, attempting to calm her nerves. How had he affected her mind so completely she saw him even now outside of his realm? Her Caillech's wolf side, was pacing with her restlessly, itching to run and hunt. Wanting to taste blood.
Serana was sitting at the edge of the double bed, her fingers folded in her lap, watching Caillech calmly. Sometimes it infuriated Caillech to the point of rage at how cool and collected the vampires could be. They never allowed their emotions to overtake their thought process. Always so poised, elegant, and emotionless. It made her sick. Her canines extended slightly and she opened her mouth to accomedate their length, her breathing becomeing a deep dog like panting. Her limbs shook as she continued to pace.
"Caillech you still have glass in your hand, you're getting blood everywhere." Serana pointed out. She glanced down at the floor. Deep red spots had blossomed beneath her feet, smeared in places from her aggitated footsteps. Caillech looked down at her hand, shards of blue glass still embeded into her flesh from the shattered bottle. Blood oozed slowly from the punctures, dripping from the tips of her fingers. She could barely feel the sharp pain. She closed her hand into a fist, and thrust it into the wall, it gave out under the pressure of her sudden assault.
She needed to get out of this inn before she lost control completely. She could feel claw like finger nails tracing her back and shoulders underneath her armor, as if she stood completely naked. She could hear his voice as a whisper around her, the ancient daedric language made a shiver errupt down her spine. She tipped her head back closing her eyes and growling, the sensation of a light caress sliding up the arch of her neck. She could see the orange light of the blood moon of the Hunting Grounds on the back of her eyelids.
"Caillech." Serana's voice was distant and barely audible over the growl that was building within Chaillech's chest. It almost sounded panicked.
"Caillech..." Hircine's voice was a low purr in her ear. The inn around her vanished into darkness as she was lost in the sound of the Prince. He pulled her gently into his arms, stroking her long dark hair and she could feel his nose against her neck, the sound of his breath as he inhaled her scent. Was he here? In her realm? Or did she lose herself and fall into his waiting arms? She could still feel the wall against her hands, and the wooden floor under her feet, but she couldn't see anything except Hircine's glowing blue eyes. She could feel his hands running themselves through her long hair and pulling it back from her face.
"Come with me Caillech..." He whispered against the soft flesh of her neck, his lips caressing and tasting. She felt his chest press into her back, and his hips against her rear. Her eyes flickered open in fear, her wolf side howling for release.
"I can't..." her voice was barely a whisper, it escaped her as breath.
"You can. Let go." Two of Hircine's long canine teeth latched themselves onto the lobe of her ear. A delicious lick of pain sent a wave of heat through Caillech's body, sending shivers down her spine. And she was lost to him.
Her back rested on rough grass, and a cool breeze caressed her exposed flesh. Her long legs were wrapped around a muscular waist, her spine arched up from the ground beneath her. The light of the amber moon above her caressed Hircine's broad shoulders as he hovered above her, his glowing eyes gazing down at her. His hands were running down her curves to her hips, Caillech shivered and pushed into his touch a low moan escaping her parted lips. The dremora leaned down and ran his tongue up her sternum, between her breasts and up to her throat. Caillech yeilded to his touch, tipping her head back and moaning, her lips parted and canine's extended.
Caillech could feel Hircine's erection against her ass, his hands lifting her hips into position. His teeth nipped at her soft flesh, and she curled her fingers into the grass beneath her, writing slightly and the sensation. Her eyes flickered open and she gazed down at the Daedric Prince kneeling between her legs, she watched him as he kissed over her chest and circled her perked nipple with his tongue. Pleasure warmed her body and muscles deep within her belly clenched, she could smell the sweetness of her arousal growing, and by the look of hunger within the glowing depths of Hircine's eyes, so could he. Caillech's body convulsed sharply as he tugged on her nipple with his teeth, a crooked smile touching the corners of his mouth.
A low growling resenated from the trees around the two of them, and Caillech's heart began to pound. She looked around the surrounding tree line. Glowing eyes watched them from the treeline as werewolves circled on all fours. Caillech couldn't count how many there were exactly, all she could make out were their shadows stalking around the Daedric Prince and his prize. Hircine's lips brushed against her jaw bone and her eyes rolled back into her head in pleasure, her belly tightening. Hircine positioned his hips, the head of his erection pushing against her slick folds. Very slowly, he sunk himself into her. Caillech gasped and ran her hands up his muscular arms, and into his hair, grabbing fistfulls of it. Hiricine growled and bit her jawline gently,
"It will only hurt for a moment." he wispered into her ear, and then pushed himself passed the untouched membrane within her. The sharp pain made Caillech gasp and cry out tipping her head back against the ground and halfheartedly struggled against Hircine. He held her in place tightly, his long nails digging into her hips. Trailing kisses over her jaw line, his mouth captured hers and he began to move his hips, pushing himself within her completely before pulling back. Caillech kissed him back hungrily moaning against his mouth, he had told the truth, the pain of losing her virginity had only lasted a few moments. Hircine's tongue caressed her lower lip gently and she opened her mouth, allowing him to invade. His grunts of pleasure mingled with her moans as they moved together, his hands running up the backs of her legs, pushing them down towards either side of her chest, giving him deeper access to her. Caillech's flexible legs accomedated the new position without complaint or resistance.
Their moans of extacy filled the air around them, and the scents of their mixing arousal filled Caillech's nose. She was light headed from the exquisite feeling of the Daedric Lord's large girth filling her so completely. The werewolves around them paced and panted, whimpering with desire at the smell of Hiricine and Caillech's sex. She barely noticed the circling wolves, she was gazing into Hircine's glowing eyes, he was looking into hers with an expression of complete hunger. His brow was creased and lips parted, his breathing was harsh and labored. Caillech caught his lower lip between her teeth and he closed his eyes groaning in pleasure, pushing his cock into her with more urgency. Caillech moaned and sucked on his lip lightly before claiming his mouth with her own, her tongue searching for his, She cupped his face between her hands pulling him closer.
Hircine growled and pulled from her, leaving her empty and aching.
"What-?" she gave a yelp of surprise as he flipped her over onto her belly, pulling her hips up, making her rest on her knees. One of his hands was splayed across her upper back, keeping her chest pinned to the ground. The ground was cool against Caillech's flushed cheek, and she closed her eyes at the feeling of Hircine rubbing the length of his cock between her legs, slicked by her juices. He pushed himself slowly back into her aching folds and they moaned in unison. Caillech cried out in pleasure as he began to a pace. It was fast and hard, his hips coming up and slapping against her ass with every thrust.
"Oh, fuck..." she moaned as pleasure began to build deep in her belly. Hircine growled and grabbed onto hips with both hands, pulling her ass back to meet his hard thrusts. Caillech cried out with every push of his hips, the muscles deep within her belly begining to quicken and clench around Hircine's cock.
"That's it..." he grunted lowly, running a hand down Caillech's toned back, he grabbed a fistfull of her long dark hair, pulling her up to her hands and yanking her head back. Her cries rang loudly through the trees, her head forced back and up to the sky, the pain in her scalp barely noticable over the pleasure wracking through her trembling body. Hircine groaned, digging his claws into the soft skin of her hips. Caillech's body trembled and she screamed as her pleasure peaked, sending ripples and spasms of heat through her core.
"Fuck," Hircine hissed through clenched teeth, continuing to pushing into Caillech's soft body, after her orgasm subsided and began to build again almost instantly. She closed her eyes and relished the feeling of his hands on her hips, pulling her back to push his cock competely within her. She could feel her body building again, aching for the rush of pleasure. Her body was trembling and she continued to cry out into the night air, her skin flushed and burning. The wolves around them continued to pace and whimper. The smell of Caillech's orgasm flooded her nose and she knew the beasts were being driven crazy by her heated scent.
The Daedric Prince pushed Caillech to orgasm several more times, her body clenching and trembling in pleasure, her screams echoing through the trees around them. She moaned as he burried himself completely within her, bucking his hips slightly, giving a strangled roar of pleasure. His hot seed spilling into her, the spasms of her orgasm milking him, he found his release. Caillech stilled and trembled with every heavy breath she took, the cool night breeze licking her heated skin. She moaned lightly as Hircine pulled his cock from her folds. He released her hair and ran his fingertips lightly down her sides, gently turning her to face him.
Caillech ran her finger tips over the dark tattoos that decorated the dremora's chest, gazing into his heated blue eyes as he drapped his body over hers. He brushed her hair from her sweat slicked forhead tenderly, the gesture was almost adoring. He pressed his lips against hers, keeping his glowing eyes fixed on hers. She yeilded to his will, pressing her body against his heated skin.
"You belong to me..." he whispered against her lips.
Caillech opened her eyes. She was laying on her side, her head resting on her outstretched arm. Her whole body ached as she slowly sat up, her skull throbbed from the sudden movement. Her mouth was filled with a funny taste. The ground was cold and moist, she dug her fingers into the dark dirt, glancing around the cave. How the hell did she get here? And what happened to her clothes? Caillech looked down at her fingers. They were covered in blood, she looked at the palm of her hand, the blue shards of glass had dissapeared, and the small cuts were now filthy and packed with dirt. Her eyes were still adjusting to the darkness of the cave, her sences slowly waking up.
Her heart began to race as she scent of blood filled her notstils. It wasn't her blood. Someone else was in here. Rolling onto her back she looked down at her naked body. Her chest and belly were covered in dried blood. Her hands began to shake uncontrolably, and she gave a strangled sob as she realized what had happened. A man's body lay at her feet, his fur armor shredded and his lifeless eyes staring unseeingly up at Caillech. She scrambled away from the body, crawling away across the cave floor. His intestines were spilled out across the ground, his rib bones poking out through the torn flesh. Some were broken and spilling marrow out into the hallow of his empty chest.
Caillech's body shook uncontrolably and she sobbed tearlessly in horror and shock, her eyes wide and staring at the man she had mutilated. The taste of his blood and flesh still lingering in her mouth. What had she done? She craddled herself, hugging her knees into her chest and rocked back and forth, trying to calm her panicked breathing. Running her blood covered fingers through her hair, she closed her eyes, clutching her throbbing skull. Hircine's crooked snear flashed in her minds eye. Caillech gave a roar of fury and confusion praying the image of the Daedric Prince would dissapear.
"Miss, are you alright?" A male voice sounded from somewhere in front of her. She opened her eyes and looked up. Light green eyes were gazing at her from a short distance away, filled with concern. The scent of blood and steel filled her nose, the scent of the stranger in front of her was a deep musk, a sweet warmth with a hint of spice. There wasn't a single trace of fear. Her wolf side flattened her ears and snarled.