Thank you Adonnenniell, for enojying my story so much and giving me pointers! I really appreciate it! I love your enthusiasum!

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The darkness surrounding her was soothing, comforting even. She was enveloped in a gentle warmth. Her breath was slow and even, her lungs expanding and contracting, air whistled through her nose. An irritating itch began to crawl up her leg. Caillech's arm twitched, and an ache errupted throughout her entire body. She groaned in discomfort as she scrtached her leg, her muscles screaming in protest. She scrunched up her face and burried into the feather pillow she was laying on. She was vaugely aware of voices somewhere behind a closed door. They were muffled, but by their tones, it was a argument.

"How long has she been out?" It was a female voice.

"Almost a week now." A familiar male voice responded.

"And no one thought to send me a letter?" the female voice was outraged.

"It slipped out minds." Another male voice replied.

"Get the fuck out of the way, Farkas." the female snarled.

"Why should I, leech?" Caillech's lips twitched into a smile, he was going to regret that. The sound of Farkas' shout of surprise, and a body slamming into a distant door echoed through the hall. If Caillech's body didn't hurt so bad she would have laughed. She opened her eyes slowly as Serana burst through the green double doors, slamming them behind her. The lock clinked into place and the vampire turned to the bed, her glowing amber eyes were tired and strained. Her black hair was loose from the braids that normaly held it elegantly in place.

"Oh now you wake up." Serana snarled at Caillech moving to sit on the edge of the bed gingerly. Caillech smiled at her friend, closing her eyes again.

"I didn't know I was out that long..." she mumbled, her voice strained and groggy from the lack of use. She could hear Serana rumaging through her bag. Bottles clinked together sweetly, and Caillech noticed how dry her throat was. She was parched.

"Do you have water?" she asked Serana, opening her eyes to look at the vampire. Serana pulled a small blue bottle from her bag and uncorked it.

"I will pour you some in a minute, first, drink this." she said, helping Caillech sit up gingerly. Every muscle in Caillech's body was sore, including some that she didn't even know she had. She groaned and Serana sneared at her.

"Using some of that magic I showed you huh?"

"Yeah, you weren't kidding about it wiping you of your energy."

"Have I ever lied to you?" Serana said pushing the bottle up to Caillech's lips, helping her tip the bitter liquid into her mouth. Caillech's nose stung as it was filled with the smell of the potion, it was vile. She coughed and gagged after draining the small bottle. Serana stood up and reached for the silver pitcher and cup on Caillech's bedside table. She filled the cup and passed it to the bedridden werewolf. Caillech drank, washing the taste of the potion out of her mouth with the cool water.

Wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, she sighed,

"I need to bathe,"

Serana wrinkled her nose at Caillech and smiled.

"Yes, you reak darling."

"Fuck you," Caillech said smiling.

"I'll go draw you a bath." Serana turned away from her, unlocked the door, and vanished. Caillech took a deep breath and pulled her legs from the bed, bracing her self for the protest her muscles were going to give her. The sharp ache from before, had dulled, and she felt energized again. The stone floor was cold against her bare feet as she stood, shakily. A strong hand wrapped around her arm keeping her swaying body upright.

"Slowly," Vilkas's voice warned her. She looked up at her cousin, and smiled at the worry lines that were etched into his face.

"I'm not a pup, Vilkas." She was fond of her cousins, but just like they had done growing up, they fussed over her more than was necissary. Farkas came sauntering down the hall as Vilkas and Caillech left the bedroom. He had a gimp in his step and Caillech grinned at him,

"Little leech got the best of you huh?" she teased him.

"Har Har, I'm glad to see you haven't lost your tongue, cousin." Farkas kissed her forhead and offered his arm for her to lean on. She brushed him away, even though her legs were beginning to shake uncontrolably. She hated the fact she was so weak, she shouldn't have been unconcious for a week, she was stronger than that. The potion Serana had given her was working though, her muscles didn't hurt anymore.

Her stomach gave a loud gurgle and her cousins laughed.

"I'll go find you something to eat." Farkas said and made his way to the stairs up to the main hall. Caillech thanked his back as Vilkas helped her to the wash room. Serana was standing by the doorway, steam swirling around her from the bath she had drawn up, the scent of lavender and honey drifting from the water. Vilkas passed Caillech off to Serana before leaving the two women, respecting his cousins privacy. Serana shut the door behind them and turned to help Caillech from her trousers and bodice.

"Have you seen Morvan?" Caillech asked, the question barely a whisper from her lips. She couldn't get the memory of them as children from her mind. Serana paused behind her.

"I saw him in Haafinger, he was the one who told me about you. That was almost 3 days ago now."

Caillech nodded slowly. As the Dragonborn she knew many nobles and even Jarls must be calling on him for his assistance, or even just to meet him.

"I have to show you what this whore in Solitude taught me."

"You're taking lessons from whores now?" Caillech snorted at her.

"Shut up, this is amazing."

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Caillech lounged in the now lukewarm water, her dripping hair cascading over the edge of the large basin. The water had soothed her aching body, relaxing all the tension from her shoulders and back. She rubbed her fingers over her clean and still smarting skin between her legs. Serana had made a paste of somekind with beeswax and honey, and ripped the hair from Caillech's legs, under arms, and tided up the dark curls on her mound. Serana had been an artisian about it, making a triangle out of the corse hair, but that didn't make it hurt any less. Caillech had nearly bit off her tongue to keep herself from screaming. The results of it however, were lovely. Her skin was smooth and luxsurious, the honey had moistened it.

Caillech lifted her legs from the water and placed them on the edge of the baisn, she ran her hands up her calves, enjoying the feeling of her now satin skin. Serana was right, it was amazing. She felt so much more attractive and confident, but it was still odd. She had only seen noble women and whores, hairless. She had never known how they did it, she assumed it was an expensive elixer made by alchmestis. That just went to show how much she really knew.

The door to the wash room opened, the door creaking slowly. Caillech lifted her head to see who had entered. Her heart jumped to her throat. Hircine was standing in the doorway, his torso bare, and long raven black hair tied back into a pony tail. His dark tattoos stood out against his olive skin.

"I like your real skin tone over this one," Caillech murmered, her eyes drifting over his muscular form, down to the tops of his unlaced trousers. It was odd to see the Daedric Lord in a Nord skin tone. Hircine flashed his crooked smile at her and stepped into the washroom, locking the door behind him.

"Do you?" he purred at her. Caillech's body instantly responded to the burning look in his blue eyes. Her belly cletched and her heart began to pound. Hircine dropped his trousers to the floor and kicked them aside, Caillech bit her lower lip and looked over his delicious body. Hircine's lips parted slightly as he gazed down at her, examining every inch of her exposed skin.

Caillech sat up and kneeled in the tub before the dremora, running her fingertips along his hips. Her fingernails caressing his flesh and tracing the muscles along his abdomen. Where she touched, his true skin tone blossomed, the silvery gray flesh rushing over the tanned olive tone. Caillech looked up into his blue eyes and kissed bellow his belly button gently, Hircine's breath caught in his throat and his cock jumped slightly.

"You scared me lass," Hircine purred at her lowly, running his hands over her head gently, stroking her hair. Caillech nipped at his lower belly with her teeth. He gave a small grunt of delicious surprise and grabbed a fistful of her dark hair, pulling her head back to look up at him.

"As much as I want to fuck you right now, you're too weak," he said, leaning down and kissing her lips softly, tantilizingly.

"I'm stronger than you think," she whsipered against the dremora's lips, closing her eyes and flicking his upper lip with her tongue. She felt him smile and he ran his fingers through her hair, pressing his forhead against hers, rubbing his nose along her cheek.

"That you are."

Caillech ran her hands up his sides and drug her nails down his back. Hircine groaned and his breath was a hiss through his teeth.

"Behave." he reprimanded her, straightening up. Caillech grinned up at him, she couldn't help herself. Everything about the Daedric Lord was physical. Her body always reacted to the sight of him, if she wanted it or not. Her wolf side always seemed to vanish when he was near, leaving her with an emptiness only his alpha prowess could fill. She stood up, the water rushing down her smooth curves and she tossed her hair over her shoulder. Hircine's eyes blazed and flicked down to her exposed cunt.

"Caillech... will you ever obey me?" he said, leaning back slightly and taking in every detail. She ran her hands up from her belly and weighed her full breasts in her hands, squeezing them. She grinned as Hircine's eyes followed her movements.

"Not if you don't try to make me." Her wolf side stirred, her ears flicking. Hircine ran his fingers lightly over the three scars that marred her ribs. His feather light touch made a shiver of pleasure uncurl down her spine. She tipped her head back and parted her lips, a moan escaping her. Hircine's fingers curled into her hair on the back of her head and he pulled her from the baisn of water. She squeaked in surprise and looked up into his burning blue eyes.

"Kneel." he breathed at her, his breath hot and needy, the sweet scent making her light headed.

"No," she challenged. Hircine's eyes flashed dangerously, his lips curled into that crooked smile. He shifted slightly, squaring his shoulders and yanking her head back, forcing her into his chest. Caillech clutched onto his biceps, the pain of him yanking on her hair made her eyes water slightly.

"Kneel." Hircine's voice was a low growl, and she could sense the alpha within the dremora, lifting his head and snarling a her. Caillech parted her lips, running her tongue over her elongating canine teeth. Hircine's eyes began to glow, and she could see the reflection of her own silver orbs in the blue depths. Caillech dug her nails into his arms growling at him, her body becoming wanton, pressing against his naked form. His skin was hot against hers, the feeling of his growing erection pressing against her belly.

Hircine growled at her, turning her to face away from him, grabbing another fistful of her hair.

"Kneel." the blast of alpha magic almost hurt, and Caillech's legs gave out from underneath her. She cried out as her knees struck the stone floor, Hircine's body followed hers as she collapsed, his chest pressed against her back.

"Good girl," Hircine purred in her ear. Caillech trembled at the sound of his voice and closed her eyes, moaning at the feeling of his errection against her ass. Hircine ran one of his hands down to her hip, grabbing onto her flesh. He nuzzled through her curtain of soaking hair, nipping at the hollow of her neck. "You should have listened the first time. But I love your fire."

"Hircine," Caillech purred, begging the dremora to stake his claim on her. The Daedric Lord grinned against her neck.

"I told you. You're too weak." Hircine released his hold on her hair, running his hands down Caillech's back. She moaned and slowly dipped her chest forward, resting on her hands and knees before the kneeling Prince. She looked over her shoulder at him, wiggling her hips suggestively. HIs lips were parted and his eyes burned as he took in what she offered him.

"Why do you make it so difficult to hold onto the only thing I have over you?" Hircine growled running his hands over her ass.

"What might that be, my lord?" she purred at him, pushing back against his errection. He groaned and bit his lower lip. The sight of his teeth digging into his soft flesh made Caillech's belly ignite. She trembled and her breath caught in her throat. Hircine lifted his eyes from the view of her rear before him, and met her gaze.

"My dominance." It was almost a whisper. Caillech smiled and rocked herself against Hircine's body, rubbing her wetness over his erection. Hircine moaned and bent forwards to her back, running his tongue up her spine, and kissing her shoulders. It pleased her to know that the Daedric Lord couldn't control himself around her, that even she, once a lowly omega wolf, could bewitch an alpha. And a Daedric Prince no less.

"Get dressed Caillech," Hircine's voice lost all of it warmth.

"What's wrong?" she asked him, looking up into his cool blue eyes.

"My son has returned, and I have a new initiate waiting within my Hunting Grounds." Hircine stood, pulling Caillech to her feet. His body vanished from hers, and she turned to watch him pull her now clean and dry bodice from a pile Serana had left for her. Slipping it over her head, Caillech laced up the front of it.

"What do you mean? You have a new initiate?"

Hircine turned and knelt before Caillech, lifting her feet and helping her into a mages skirt, followed by thigh high stockings.

"I can feel when a werewolf dies and his soul enters my relm." Hircine explained, pulling on his own trousers. "The closer I physically am with the wolf, the more strongly I can feel them leave this plane." He came up behind Caillech and his fleet fingers braided her long dark hair. After tying it off, he gave it a sharp tug breathing in Caillech's scent. The feeling of his body pressed against her sent desire blooming in her lower belly once more. "I like the braid." he breathed.

"I felt the wolf die a few hours ago, but I was waiting for Morvan to come back until i left." Caillech turned to face her Prince.

"Leave?"

"I have to. What is Hircine's Hunting Grounds without the Prince himself?" Hircine grinned at her. Caillech's brow furrowed, she understood that Hircine couldn't be here on this plane forever, but she couldn't help but feel the stab of loneliness that pierced her heart. She glanced down at her toes.

"Caillech..." Hircine's voice was a purr. She felt his hand lift her chin, but she kept her eyes fixed on something other than his beautiful face. How had Hircine managed to weasle his way into her heart so easily? She had fought his affection for years, and now that she had seen him here, in her waking hours, he seemed more alive. More real. Even if he was insanely jealous of his own son. Did he have a right to be?

"I will return to you, my darling Caillech." he whispered to her, pushing an escaped strand of hair from her face. She flicked her eyes to his bright blue ones, maybe she was just seeing things, but she thought she saw her own pain reflected in the glowing orbs. Hircine gently pressed his lips against Caillech's, cupping her face tenderly in his hands. As they kissed, Caillech was suddenly filled with questions, her head spun. Why did he choose her of all people on Tamriel? What was it about her that drew both he and his own son to her? Was there something about her that he knew? He pulled away from her, and Caillech was left standing alone in the washroom, reaching for thin air before her.