Thank you once more for the reviews/alerts and favourites :D Guest: I had no idea it was a year anniversary since I started the story, so thank you for pointing that out :D This is a 'filler' chapter everyone, but there are a few hints as to what is going to happen in the coming chapters... ;D
Thanks to redchillismoke as always :D
Enjoy!
Jordis placed a bottle of Alto wine in front of her Thane and poured a generous measure of the wine into a goblet before passing it to her. She hadn't seen the Dragonborn for quite some time, and she loved being in her company.
"Thanks Jordis. Have one for yourself."
Jordis beamed at Morgan and did as asked, sitting down opposite her and pouring some wine for herself. She smiled when she saw Morgan's exhausted expression.
"Travelling too much again, my Thane?"
"Please, just Morgan," Morgan insisted. "We have known each other for some time now and I consider you a friend, Jordis."
"Thank you," Jordis breathed happily.
"I'm not tired, I'm just thinking too much right now. It's a shame alcohol cannot get me drunk anymore."
"Can I help?" Jordis asked, sipping some of her wine.
Morgan smiled in thanks and shook her head.
"It's nothing, don't mind me."
Jordis cocked her head and said nothing as they drank. She continued to watch the Dragonborn as she drank though, and she could see that whatever was on Morgan's conscious was weighing heavily on her. Vampire or no, she could see that Morgan was tired mentally and needed proper rest.
"I'm off to bed. Have a good rest Morgan…I worry about you, you know."
Morgan looked up and nodded.
"Thank you Jordis. You're a good friend. Have a good sleep and I will see you in the morning."
Morgan watched as her housecarl climbed the stairs within Proudspire manor until she went out of view and then rubbed her eyes with her knuckles.
I am tired in some manner. Too much thinking most likely.
She snorted. She knew it wasn't from such a thing, but facing the truth was much less appealing. But even as she lay her head on the table and closed her eyes, that fear came back into her mind.
That was a foolish thing I did. I shouldn't have enjoyed that kiss as much as I did. Serana's kisses are much better though, every time her lips touches me anywhere, it's like getting a small shock. But Elisif's was gentler….why the fuck am I thinking about this? Serana is mine, and I love her more than anything. She means more to me than being able to absorb a dragon's soul, and that is a feeling like no other.
Morgan breathed out slowly, her arms keeping her head off the cold table.
So, what do I do? Do I return to the Sanctuary and tell Serana what happened, and pray that she listens? And if she leaves me, what do I do then? Or do I return and say nothing? And create another secret in the Aurelius line?
Morgan knew she was falling into a slumber and she welcomed it.
Hopefully, I wont dream about anything at all.
"My love."
Morgan sighed as this whisper brushed past her right ear.
"I love you."
This whisper was on her other side, and she made to sit up in shock, but a weight on her stomach prevented her from doing so. She looked to her right, and saw Aela lying there, wearing nothing at all. She stared at her muscular body and she shivered in anticipation.
"I am all yours, Dragonborn," Aela winked, wrapping an arm around her neck and nuzzling her nose into the side of Morgan's neck.
Morgan whimpered in delight but managed to look to her left, and blinked when the amused face of Elisif the Fair swam into view. She also wore no clothing, and her arm also snaked around Morgan's neck before grasping Aela's forearm.
"As am I, Dragonborn," Elisif said, a bright smile forming on her face.
Morgan felt her head being forced back by the two arms and she lay back and looked at her stomach, wondering what the weight was.
Serana was straddling her, a long black dress covering her body like a sheet. But Morgan could feel that Serana was bare underneath, and she squirmed at the thought. Serana leaned over and pressed her lips onto hers, her arms pinning her shoulders down. Morgan returned the kiss as best as she could, eager to show how much she loved Serana.
Serana chuckled as she broke the kiss, leaning back again so that she could pin Morgan's arms under her knees. She leaned forwards again and it was then that Morgan saw Serana's eyes were a deep, soulless black, and not the vibrant orange colour she was used to.
"You belong to ME!" Serana roared.
Morgan tried to move, but found herself unable to. She looked to meet Aela's black eyes and she whimpered. She turned to her left and found that Elisif was the same.
"The others are useful, but in the end, Dovahkiin, you belong to me!"
Morgan gasped as Serana began to move her hips on her in a rhythmic motion, her thighs clenching her sides tightly. Aela and Elisif laughed as they exchanged a kiss, Morgan pinned beneath their naked forms. She could see Serana's smile as she continued to gyrate on top of her and Morgan made to speak, but Elisif's mouth covered hers in a deep kiss that prevented her from doing anything.
I need to wake up.
"No, you need to enjoy yourself. Is this not enough for you?" Elisif purred, her lips caressing her ear.
"She just wants to dominate, and we aren't letting her," Aela grinned as she leaned over and kissed Serana, who continued to rock on top of Morgan.
"No. She wants all of us," Serana laughed, increasing her movement.
Morgan groaned and put her head back on the pillow, the three woman all looking at her hungrily. Elisif laughed as she straddled Morgan's chest, and Aela chuckled as well when she also climbed on top of her, facing Serana and Elisif.
"You have all of us, Morgan. What is wrong with sharing what you have?" Serana grinned, grinding her hips on Morgan even harder.
Morgan bit her lip and clenched her pinned hands tightly.
I need to wake up, this is just wrong. Vaermina, I am going to kick you right up your…
"Oh come now, darling," Elisif laughed as she tilted her head to one side, allowing Serana to sink her fangs into the side of her throat. "This is what you truly want. Three women who can give you everything. Why fight it?"
Aela smiled as Serana then pulled her closer, Elisif sliding off Morgan and vanishing off the edge of the bed and into darkness.
"Why resist?" Serana added as she pulled Aela into her embrace, a torrent of blood erupting from the Companion's throat as the vampire fed.
Morgan groaned as Serana's continuous movement brought her to the edge, and Serana laughed as Aela also fell off her seated position and leaned forwards, her breasts resting on hers.
"Now we are alone. And you are all mine, my Dragonborn."
Serana smirked as she kissed Morgan's throat, trailing her tongue along her skin.
"You taste wonderful, my love," Serana whispered. "Time for you to get go…."
Morgan screamed as Serana sank her fangs into the exposed flesh, just as she finally lost control of herself, and the combined sensations numbed her whole body, her legs shaking under Serana's long dress. But Serana continued to drain her, and she tried to shift her, and found that her arms would no longer move.
"You are all mine, my love. From now, until the Void." Morgan heard in her head, Serana still drinking from her.
"S…Serana…"
"Shhhh. Just let go, Morgan. Time to wake."
Then everything went white….
Morgan shot upright and cursed when she realised she had been sleeping on the floor. She cursed even more when she felt the dampness under her leggings. And then she swore at the nightmare she had had.
"Fucking Vaermina," she grumbled.
Get a bath, and then get back to Serana.
"Good morning," Jordis said cheerily as she watched Morgan walk down the stairs. Then she blinked when she saw the long white dress she wore.
"Morning? Felt like I slept for a week," Morgan teased as she reached the bottom step.
"I have never seen you wear anything but armour before," Jordis muttered.
Morgan shrugged.
"I need my armour repairing, and seeing as I need to talk to the Jarl again before I leave, I think a change in clothing is a good thing."
"You…you're leaving so soon?"
Morgan nodded as she walked over and gently held Jordis' hands in hers.
"And you are coming with me. I want you to be my steward and housecarl in my new home, Jordis. After Lydia about to be a mother, I need someone who can fight and not have to worry about a pair of rascals running around," Morgan grinned, her fangs sparkling in the soft sunlight coming through the windows. "What do you say?"
"I…of course! I would be honoured! But what about Proudspire?"
Morgan smiled.
"You will find out when we see the Jarl. Come on."
Jordis beamed at her and fell into step alongside her Thane, the residents of Solitude all stopping in their tracks when the Dragonborn walked past them. She even overheard the twin sisters of the Radiant Raiment murmuring about how her 'curves suited the dress' and Jordis had to stifle the giggle that almost escaped.
Never thought that would ever happen.
"Good morning, Morgan. I hope you slept well?"
Jarl Elisif was smiling, but hidden within herself was a desire to throw herself on top of the Dragonborn, especially after seeing the alluring outfit she wore. Morgan's white dress fitted her form perfectly, showing off all her curves. Her arms were covered in a light and loosely fitted sleeve, and her dress went all the way down to her ankles.
"As well as could be expected. Thank you for asking, My Jarl."
She is doing it again. It is very funny watching her revert back to her 'staunchly loyal' ways, Elisif thought with a wry grin as nodded to her.
"What brings you here this fine morning?"
"I have a request to ask of you, My Jarl," Morgan explained. "I wish for Jordis to be my steward at Heljarchen House."
"Of course she may, I will never ask her to stay if she wished to travel . But what of Proudspire? It is a fine home."
"There are many orphans on the streets due to the war, and many of them have no place to stay nor have anyone to look after them. I was thinking that Proudspire might be a good place for an orphanage. Seeing as Riften is too far away and…"
"Under Stormcloak control," Sybille Stentor finished as she turned to Elisif. "It is a fine idea."
Elisif nodded.
"I agree. This war has torn whole families apart, and Proudspire would be a good place for a place pf shelter for those left behind. Very well. By my right as Jarl, Jordis Sword-Maiden is free to pursue her own goals and become a steward for Morgan Aurelius. Proudspire Manor is to be refurbished and become an orphanage the children who have no-one to take care of them. I will personally ensure that there are enough people to take care of the children."
Morgan smiled and pulled out the purse in her hand and passed it onto Elisif.
"There should be enough funds in there to pay for everything you need."
Elisif opened the purse and gasped when she poured out a score of flawless diamonds. She looked up at Morgan and blinked at her.
"I cannot possibly ask you to pay with these, Morgan. Even one of these is enough to pay for a small house."
"Please. I insist. I have around a hundred more locked away." Morgan ignored the gasps of the assembled Court and smiled at Elisif. "I know you need your funds for the war effort, so please, accept this as a git from myself and Serana."
Elisif couldn't help but smile and poured the diamonds back into the purse before handing them to Falk Firebeard.
"Thank you for your generosity, Dragonborn. Your service will not be forgotten."
Morgan nodded.
"Thank you, My Jarl. I have to leave soon I am afraid, Serana might start our own war without me."
Elisif picked up on Morgan's hidden meaning. She knew that she referred to the Dark Brotherhood beginning to do their own work behind the scenes, and she welcomed their assistance, assassins or no.
"Court is dismissed. Morgan, could I talk to you a moment?"
Morgan smiled and nodded before turning to Jordis.
"We will leave shortly. Go and pack your weapons and armour and a little food and wait for me outside Proudspire. I won't be long."
"Of course, My Thane," Jordis said cheerily. "My Jarl, it has been an honour."
"The honour has been all mine," Elisif replied. "And please, stay in touch Jordis."
"Of course I will, My Jarl."
Elisif smiled as Jordis left the Court and she motioned for Morgan to follow her. She closed the doors the moment they entered her chambers and then she sighed heavily.
"It is so hard being strong for the benefit of others…but I am sure you know this already Morgan."
"I do. That feeling of expectation, knowing that so many people are depending on you," Morgan agreed. "That was all I was thinking about every single time I faced Alduin. I kept thinking 'what happens if I fail?'…"
Morgan then smiled sadly.
"But such things only exacerbate things Elisif. The best course is to simply let yourself go and go with your heart's will."
"I never knew you were a philosopher," Elisif grinned.
"You talk to Odahviing and Paarthurnax and see what happens to yourself after a few weeks," Morgan shot back playfully.
Elisif giggled for a few seconds before the joy faded, and she took the moment to cross the room and embrace her friend and her crush.
"Please be careful Morgan. The Stormcloaks are everywhere now except Morthal and Whiterun…and Markarth of course. I worry for your safety."
Morgan wrapped her arms round Elisif and kissed the top of her hair gently.
"Leave the Stormfarts to me," she whispered. "I will win your war Elisif. Just remember that you are never alone. No matter how bad things may get, no matter how hopeless the situation may become…"
Morgan tilted Elisif's face upwards by gently placing a finger under her chin. She could see her eyes brimming with unshed tears. Her heart was racing and her skin was becoming heated.
"You are never alone."
Morgan placed her lips on hers in a gentle kiss and broke away, wiping the tears from Elisif's eyes.
"I will stay in touch Elisif. When we get some trained animals, I will send constant messages to you."
"What animals?" Elisif asked curiously, her lips feeling numb from the kiss.
Morgan grinned.
"You'll see."
The Jarl snorted with amusement and released the Dragonborn and stepped backwards.
"That's a nice dress by the way. Who made it?"
"I did. And take a look on the bed."
Elisif spun around and saw an identical white dress on her bed. She gasped and turned back to meet Morgan's amused gaze.
"I broke in just before we came and dropped it off for you."
"You are such a troublemaker, Morgan Aurelius," Elisif mock-admonished.
"It's a gift. I will see you again soon Elisif."
Elisif nodded and smiled as Morgan bowed to her before running over and leaping out of the open window. She ran over and peeked outside and laughed when Morgan waved to her before sprinting back towards Proudspire, her dress billowing behind her.
Safe travels, Dragonborn. Skyrim needs you once more.
"Home, sweet home," Serana grinned as the Black Door swung open.
Solia giggled at Serana's jesting and followed her. She then heard voices within, and her excitement grew tenfold.
I have a new family!
The first person she met was a Redguard, a gigantic scimitar hung on his waist. She smiled politely.
"I am Solia. Nice to meet you…."
"Nazir. A pleasure," Nazir grumbled.
"Ignore him, he is like this most of the time."
Solia looked to her right and saw what looked like a ten year old girl walking over to her. Then she noted that the girl had red eyes, and her eyes seemed older, as though she had experienced more than most adults had done.
"I'm Babette. Resident alchemist and vampire. Nice to meet you, Solia."
"Likewise," Solia managed to reply.
"Nice to have another Sister here," Gabriella said as she walked over, taking Solia's hand and squeezing it gently. "Gabriella, at your service."
"How many people are there?" Solia asked in wonder.
"A lot more now," Babette replied cheerfully. "Astrid, Cicero, Brelyna, Golag and Lilith are downstairs in the caverns, meeting our newest recruits. The only person not here is the Listener."
"You never answered my question fully," Solia smirked.
"There are twenty vampires in the caverns. Fear not, they will not harm you my dear. Besides, they are going to get enough blood to keep them going indefinitely soon enough."
Solia met Gabriella's gaze.
"What does she mean?"
"I will let Astrid explain. Come on, time to meet the family."
Morgan smiled as Heljarchen House came into view. It had taken two days of hard travelling and they hadn't come across any Stormcloaks, which was surprising in Morgan's view.
They burned out Morvarth's nest though, so they obviously think that the area is safe….idiots. The marshes are full of spiders, chaurus and all manner of hideous things. Vampires are the least of their worries if they are still in there.
"It's beautiful," Jordis breathed. "You did an amazing job."
Morgan beamed at her.
"Thank you. Come on, let's get inside and I can show you around."
A few minutes later, they had stored their travelling gear in the entrance hall and Morgan unlocked the door that led into the main hall. And she chuckled when she heard Jordis gasp out loud.
"What do you think?"
Jordis took a few moments to reply. She stared at the fireplace, the long wooden table in the centre of the room, the alchemy table on one side and a pile of barrels and other storage containers on the other. She then saw the two doors on either side of the room and she nodded to them.
"It's amazing Morgan. Where do those doors lead?"
Morgan grimaced.
"The doors on the right are to be the kitchen but I never got around to doing it. The doors on the left is the master bedroom. Your bed is upstairs…well, there are four beds up there, in case I have guests. Sorry if it isn't fully finished, but I did finish it once before…and I tore it down and started again."
"You weren't happy with it?"
"No…sorry."
"I can finish the rooms for you!" Jordis said excitedly. "I know how to build and forge metal, and if you have the plans, I can follow them, no problem."
"Really? Are you sure?"
"That's what you hired me to do isn't it? I can do it, Morgan. I promise you, you will not regret it."
"Done and done," Morgan replied, smirking at the thought if what Serana would say if she had heard her say that. "There is plenty of wood outside…I am sure you saw it. The metal you might need like iron and steel are in the basement…by the way, you may want to add a metal grill because skeevers keep eating through the mortar."
"I will do that," Jordis said with a huge grin. "Is there anything else you need?"
"Just be careful. I hate the thought of leaving you alone."
Then there was a knock on the door and Morgan raised an eyebrow. She let her hand drift downwards onto the hilt of her dragonbone sword and saw that Jordis did the same, her hand already gripping her Skyforge steel blade tightly.
That was my gift to her after I became Thane of Solitude. She still uses it…bless her.
Morgan walked closer and gently opened the door and stared at the people who stood there.
"My goodness!" Solia breathed as she saw the assembled vampires milling around in the cavern. She looked to her side and was grateful that Brelyna had put a friendly hand on her forearm.
"Don't worry, they wont hurt you…with good reason."
Lucien nodded to her.
"They follow the Five Tenets, just like the rest of us. You will learn these very quickly my dear, and our Family will grow stronger as a result."
Solia smiled gratefully and she turned back to see a blonde haired woman ascend the steps towards her.
"Hello my dear. I am Astrid. Welcome to the Dark Brotherhood."
Solia felt her heart soar at the welcome.
The only thing I want now is to meet the Listener. And hope that I get a contract soon.
"Aela? Ria?"
Aela laughed as she crossed the threshold and scooped up Morgan in a bone crushing embrace before kissing her full on the lips. Jordis giggled as Morgan eventually managed to break the kiss and wriggle free…until Aela stepped towards her and did the same to her.
Ria smiled and embraced Morgan, ignoring her fellow Companion's antics.
"Good to see you again Morgan."
"You too Ria, you are looking well."
"Aela, stop ravaging my steward," Morgan laughed.
Aela relented and released Jordis before grinning wolfishly at her.
"You want me to ravage you instead Dragonborn? Wouldn't be the first time would it? Remember that day in Whiterun after you visited Kodlak?"
"Yes. You practically threw yourself onto me and ended up in Vilkas' room."
"And the rest is, as they say, history," Aela finished, winking at her.
"Good to see you as well Aela," Morgan managed to say, trying to keep out that memory of how Aela's long legs were wrapped around her waist… "What brings you here? And how did you know we were coming?"
"Olava told me. Her foresight is a handy thing," Aela replied, taking a bite out of a red apple.
Morgan shook her head and snickered.
That woman is a blessing and a curse.
"As for why we are here, when she said that you would be travelling once more and leaving this poor woman all alone, Ria and I decided to come over and lend our assistance while you are gallivanting around Skyrim and tearing Stormcloaks apart," Aela explained.
"Of course you can stay," Morgan smiled impishly. "But do you know how to hold a hammer…and not a war hammer, Aela."
Aela shrugged.
"I can do things when I put my mind to it…you know that only too well."
Aela's legs clenched her waist as she leaned over, kissing the cleft between her breasts. Morgan sighed as Aela's fingers caressed her closer to her lower half, bringing her closer to the brink….
"Yes, I know that perfectly, "Morgan retorted dryly. "Are you sure you want this? I don't want to piss off the Harbinger, or even worse, Vilkas."
"It was Kodlak who suggested we leave Jorrvaskr for a time while the recruiting continues…he seemed to think we may be a bad influence on some of them."
"She means that every man and woman who joined up kept staring at Aela, and it pissed her off no end," Ria explained.
Morgan and Jordis burst out laughing.
"You can stay, it's an honour. I will be leaving in the morning."
"Good. That means you can show us around and what your plans are," Aela countered.
Morgan smiled.
"Fine by me. The sooner I get back to Serana…"
"The sooner you can give her what she is desperate for," Aela finished, finishing off the apple and throwing it into the waste bin with unerring accuracy.
Morgan smirked.
You have no idea how badly I want her right now, Aela.
Serana smiled as Solia sat down opposite her.
"Settling in alright? Having so many vampires around is disconcerting, I know. But they will not harm you Solia."
"I'm fine. I'm just thinking how lucky you are."
Serana tilted her head.
"How so?"
"The Dragonborn. She loves you more than anything. I talked to Brelyna. She told me about how she saved her life by giving her blood openly. And she said how Morgan spoke your name at night when you weren't around."
"She…spoke my name when she slept? I didn't know that."
Solia smiled at her and placed her hand in Serana's cold one.
"I am positive she loves you that much. And I know that when she comes back, she will make a beeline for you."
"And how do you…wait…"
Serana narrowed her eyes and then grinned, her fangs slightly visible in her mouth. Solia gulped but Serana shook her head and laughed.
"You have the gift of foresight don't you? But as well as seeing the future, sometimes you can see into the past as well. That was how you knew of the last Listener isn't it? Lucien never said a word to anyone, not even Morgan."
"I get dreams every night. Some of them show the last Listener. Other times, it shows the Mad God and her talking over tea and cake…sounds stupid I know, but…"
"Anything involving Sheogorath is classed as stupid or insane…you should see what happens when Morgan uses the Wabbajack."
"She…met him?"
"She has met all of them, with the exception of Jyggalag," Serana mused. "Daedric Princes are attracted to those with the capability to change the world, and Morgan being the Last Dragonborn fits into their sphere of interest."
"I really cannot wait to meet her."
Serana smiled.
"I cannot wait to see her again too. Come on, let's go and scout Dawnstar. You know what the plan is when Morgan returns."
Solia grinned.
"I hope she comes back soon. For your sake."
Serana squeezed her hand gently and nodded in thanks before standing up and motioning to her.
"Let's go kill someone…ugh, Cicero is a bad influence on me," Serana grumbled, ignoring Solia's laughter behind her.
Get back here Morgan, so I can tear your clothes off and finally claim you for my own. My blood demands it.