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I traveled through the volcanic wild lands south of Windhelm to find the hot springs. Plenty of acrid pools of muck greeted me, along with creep clusters, carrot-like growths of moss and mushroom, brightly colored red. In the distance I saw a dragon flying overhead, screeching like a toddler, but never coming down for a fight. I hid however I could when it flew out.

It made me feel far from home, but home was nowhere anyways. I left to find home.

As I walked through those lands, I came across another argonian, like me. His skin was bright green and purple streaks over his face. On his neck were purple gills, and his indigo feathers and gray horns were cowled. He was much stockier than I was. I was red in comparison, with horns and with curves all across my body. My eyes caught him from afar as he walked closer to me.

I thought I had been hurrying as fast as I could through these wild lands to the hunter’s paradise. He easily outpaced me. When he drew near I saw his eyes, a foggy blue with reptilian slits. The hist gave them those eyes, a normality compared to the beauty of the rest of his body. At times I wished I was bulkier and stronger, but for who I was I felt at peace being me.

“Hey!” I cried, as he neared closer, “who are you?”

He stopped next to unleavened ground, next to a sulfur pool. He looked me up and down, then around as if I said something to a ghost rather than him. He paused, pointed to himself. He had to have been confused.

“Yes you, argonian!” I cried. “Brethren!”

His mood seemed to sour, which was odd when meeting fellow argonians far from home. Whatever his reasoning, he headed my way. As I stood still I looked at his outfit. Robes of a mage, jewelry that glowed lightly in the day. His toned physique made my heart quiver. I felt that shaking tenseness in my heart as lightly dirty thoughts jumped into my head alongside.

Thoughts I found tantalizing, desirable. Something in my heart sparked for him.

He stood at a distance. Wise. One never knew who was a murderer and who was a friend in those damned snow-caked lands. He could have been dangerous if I wasn’t careful.

“Hello, fellow,” he said, words felt trained, practiced. “What do you do out here?”

He didn’t say his name. I wanted to know it, for safety and intrigue.

“I’m headed to the hot springs,” I said. I still felt nervous to give him my name, as he felt reluctant to share his own. There are those that wish ill-will upon their argonian kin, twisted and malignant in scale and feather and fin. I wished to not find myself dead there. “Where do you head?”

“I have my own goals. And you’ve seen how fast I move. You, however, are slow. Be careful.”

I looked down and kicked a rock. He was right. I was a mage in training, and yet I never learned how to prepare myself— for anything. I left Windhelm with only a week’s supply of food, expecting to hunt with the other hunters but with spells. Shahvee, a fellow dock worker and friend, warned me of my hasty decision, but understood my frustration. She was one of the few friends I had on the docks, having grown there since an egg before the late passing of my raisers. The hist sap I had within me was from my caretakers, who I missed every day.

“You’re not going to make it unless you head from here at dawn,” the argonian said. “There’s a small inn, called Kynesgrove, a malachite mine settlement — though it was meant to be a lumberyard. Head there, before danger besets you, bright one. A vampire, I’ve heard, is at large.”

I nodded at the argonian, surprised by the kindness, and headed to the detour for my own protection. I didn’t wish to be preyed on by a vampire, the cannibalistic creatures that abandoned their existence for the glory of power and greed. They wanted nothing but power and domination, with magic spells of dangerous strength. They controlled people’s minds and forced them to be their thralls, to feed on them till death did they part.

It was sunset when I arrived at Kynesgrove, and headed to the inn next to the campgrounds. Inside the inn were a bickering couple of disgruntled souls, and outside were miners who went in rested and left exhausted, with the malachite the argonian mentioned carried with them.

I entered the inn. The innkeeper looked at me.

“Hello, sir, pick up a mug and sit down, I’ll have a drink ready—“

“I need a bed,” I said. “I am traveling to the hot springs in the south. I was told they reminded others of our home in Black Marsh.”

She nodded, pulled out a guest ledger. “Sign your name here, please. The bedroom will cost ten gold, and make sure to lock the room.”

She read my signature.

“A-Jazr, was it?”

I nodded. The bedroom had a newly-installed door, with a basic lock for a key. “I just wrote it down, yes.”

“So, A-Jazr,” the innkeeper told me, “be careful. There have been reports of bodies eviscerated, with evidence they were vampire’s prey. Bandits they all are, but still. They’re prowling and at large between Riften and Windhelm.”

Her eyes lowered.

“Be careful, lizard.”

I didn’t think I was careful at all. I agreed. The vampire warning matched what the argonian told me and it was a concerning revelation. The thoughts of becoming a thrall for the rest of eternity, or even a few short and deadly minutes, scared me, and knowing the threat the hunters faced made me wish to rush to them quickly. There was safety in numbers.

“What have the Vigilants of Stendarr done to combat them?”

The innkeeper looked at my coin purse. I paid ten gold without a word.

“Nothing,” she said, “they were attacked by the cursed abominations, and their hall was destroyed. They have been routed.”

“So I should travel in the day—“

“Not exactly, lizard” the barkeeper said, before picking up a mug and cleaning it with a rag. “vampires may be in great pain during the day, weakened by the sun, but they are still a dangerous foe. If they wish you dead, they can watch you in the day and prey upon you at night. Be careful, I say again.”

I caught my breath.

After a pause, the innkeeper led me to my room and I laid down. The food was overpriced so I ate my rations.

All I could think about was that argonian I met on the road. For some reason I felt an attraction to him, despite the fear that I felt upon meeting him and the lack of name. Though I had seen argonians at the Windhelm docks, there was barely a soul on the roads from Windhelm. I imagined the argonian breathing down my neck, feeling his heat on my back, and his touch gripping my waist as he rubbed his cock on me. I imagined tasting it in my mouth, feeling him fuck my throat as he gripped my head.

I wanted him to take me.

When I woke up in the night, I felt a deep fear clutch my scaly-red skin. A chill bit my neck, and my body, as a deep northern-cold air rolled into the bedroom. The shock had woke me up, and my reptilian blood chilled, tiring my body. I felt exhausted despite sleeping, and I bundled myself again — before realizing I had to head out, based on the information they had given me.

As I left the inn I heard the dragon crying overhead, but seemed uninterested in bothering the world below. Dragons had never been seen before for thousands of years, but seeing these creatures fly above, of fire and danger, of ignorance to everything below them, reminded me of how much of a fool I was. I could be killed in an instant by those beasts. They threatened my very existence. Now, one flew overhead, not even noticing me.

What would happen if it cared? I didn’t want to know, and I rushed through the wilds to the hot springs.

After some travel, with the temperate south past a river-bend near Cyrodiil as a backdrop, I came across it: The hunter’s encampment, a grouping of tents in a large pool of water, with far-off humans and elves having fun in the water. They swam around like little fish. I finally approached, a mile out, and made it to their camp when the sun started to set for the day. I placed my sack in a pile of the others and reached the corner of the water.

Being the only argonian at the camp, I got many eyes quickly as I stripped down. A nord, gruff-looking even after the rest of his body soaked in the hot springs, looked up and gruffed. “Hello, traveler. Welcome to our camp. Is there anything we can do for you?”

“How do I lodge here?” I asked.

“Set up a tent in the circle, be ready for handling your own food, we go hunting by the night-light. You can handle hunting, can you lizard?”

I scoffed. “Excuse me, do I look like I’m not one to survive in the wilderness?”

He looked me up and down.

“No, you’re too thick in the thighs. You’ve lived idly. You’re a milk-drinker, aren’t you?”

“Pardon me,” I said, lying, “I planned this trip for days.”

“Arrogant. I planned on becoming a hunter for months. Many a tear I shed, all for that freedom. And I got it without the guards chasing me.”

“I already paid my dock work fees,” I said. “I was born here, in Skyrim.”

“And not from Riften?” he asked. “Oh, you poor lizard.”

“Nothing to change that now,” I said, “I’m free.”

“Very well,” the nord said. “It’s difficult for me to pace this water and talk. You can set a tent up yourself right?”

I nodded. I already prepared a kit in Windhelm after chopping some wood for the inn and myself. Bought some other needed material with the money and crafted it together by myself — and the smith. Gold coin bought enough time for me to avoid the guards, and finally leave. Good day that was.

I grew angry at his comments, however. Argonians had as much brain as any other race in Tamriel. Tents were piss-easy. However, I knew not to anger the hunters, and simply nodded.

“Whatever,” I said. “I can set up a tent just fine.”

Grabbing my sack, which seemed to have been unlatched when I set it down, I found my tent kit and set it forth, assembling a bed tent to keep the wind out. The effort took a short time and as dusk rolled in It was set up fully.

Finally, I was free, a hunter in the hot springs. I would hunt with them. I once again felt ready to live life once more after so long. The summer sun’s heat, with the heat of the water, let me feel gorgeous, and once I had set up everything I was ready. I was ready.

I joined in the water a bit later. A few eyed my body as I stepped in.

“Where was your bow, lizard,” one of the hunters said while swimming in the water. “I didn’t see any swords, either. What’s your plan here?”

“I use magic,” I said. “A firebolt helps cook a deer’s coat from afar.”

“You’ll burn the hide,” another grumbled. She was breton. “You better not use that fancy magic at camp, do you hear me?”

I already dealt with that ignorance plenty enough, and I felt confident to simply agree and ignore her. Magic regenerated, unlike bows and swords. Melee you had to run close, bows you had to use arrows, but with the power of magic you simply fired and continued your chase. There were costs for it, of course, but I had enough practice to feel confident. I tested it on my travels, to protect myself from–

“I heard word of a vampire,” I said.

“Don’t worry about the vampire,” a redguard, pacing the water, said, “You’re going to be fine. The biggest danger is these people. There have been too many accidents around here.”

“But what if I’m charmed by it? What if the vampire enthralls me?”

There was silence in the water. One of the breton men coughed.

“Most vampires feed before their magic strengthens,” the redguard continued. “You are unlikely to fall into thralldom here. This is a safe place.”

“Except for hunting accidents, like Hariz said," the nord said. "Old Grymjar fell to my arrow when he wanted to run at an elk. Stupid fool, His funeral pyre took more wood than he was even worth.”

I grimaced.

“So what’s your name, lizard,” the breton woman said. “I have never seen an argonian at these pools. They’re more geared for fishing and pearl-diving for their living.”

“I can hunt just fine, thank you,” I said. So much for feeling comfortable in the camp.

The nord man nodded. “Well, your good looks are welcome here, young one.”

“I am a fully grown man,” I responded. “My name is A-Jazr.”

“You’ll be known here in time,” the redguard said. “Come with our hunting party tomorrow morning. We’ll see what your magic actually does.”

I nodded, and swam for the next few hours in the pools into the night. They weren’t as deep as the pools in black marsh, I heard. However, the pools were of a warmth that I hadn’t felt since hatching. Learning magic, scraping by on the argonian docks of Windhelm, finally feeling free from the curse of that city, and now free in the woods.

It didn’t feel like I expected. I wanted more.

I went to bed exhausted, and dreamed again of the argonian. Something must have pent me up, as I dreamed of his touch gripping my cock and stroking me with a warm hand, us frotting, and him cumming on me.

I felt tantalized by the dream. But when I woke up I heard something -- someone -- talking to themselves. My body froze to listen as I woke up.

“I can’t touch them,” I heard another argonian voice saying, as if mumbling to themselves. His voice was deep and familiar, though now it felt alive and relieved, unconfused. “They’re hunters, they’re innocent. But I need to feed…”

A vampire. I scrambled out of my tent.

In the camp’s center, near an extinguished fire, I saw the argonian I met on the road sneak around the campsite, looking through bags and pockets, unheard through the silence — He moved muffled. Around his aura was a dark feeling of regret and an absence of light. He looked in my direction, and I saw daggers in his teeth and bluish-white slits for eyes.

He was a vampire after all. And he was the one I met on the road and dreamed of twice in a row.

I readied my spells, took my stance, ready to fight. “Halt, foul creature!” I cried. “Touch any of the hunters here and I’ll burn you to a crisp. Your foul behavior is not welcome here.”

“Calm yourself,” the vampire argonian said, and stood up. “My name is Jaeger Dominus. I assume that if you wish me dead you’d at least like to know my name. And what is yours?”

His name was very elvish, but he was argonian. It reminded me of the imperial battlemages of long ago and yet as odd on the tongue as any man or mer word.

“A-Jazr,” I found myself saying. “I’m A-Jazr.”

He smiled at me. “You’re a beautiful man, A-Jazr,” Jaeger said. “I’ve been unable to feed, and you look delicious. May I feed upon your luscious neck?”

“What in Oblivion kind of question is that? Of course not.”

Jaeger stared me down, and sighed. He went to the pool, and sat down, sitting in the water drenched wet. He patted the side. Then I saw a flash of light hit me in the face, and Jaeger grinned, before I saw a twinge of regret pass over him.

“Sit by me, thrall.”

I felt commanded to. My body fought against me as I resisted walking to him like a scared child. Though he was a highly-attractive argonian, I still felt enormous dread for what could have been my final day alive on Nirn. For what had been my freedom I felt instead deep fear for the last day of my life.

“Don’t worry, A-Jazr,” he said, weakening what I assumed was the curse he put on me, “I will let you live.”

That didn’t console me in the least, knowing the dangers of being enthralled and fed upon. I wasn’t going to be free ever again and I’d find myself drained of blood. This wasn’t how my life was supposed to go. I was supposed to be a hunter, living my days at the hot springs, raising money to go to Black Marsh, to leave Skyrim. Now a fellow argonian and vampire threatened to take it all away.

“I will let you be too,” he said. “I’m attracted to you, given your form, and I’d like to see more of you. I unfortunately must feed. I’m sorry.”

Something within me wanted to listen, and this felt different than the magic. The dreams, the dreams from last night, beckoned me to sway his way. I wanted him, more than just the illusion magic he cast upon me. I wanted him to take me any way he desired. And I wanted it right then.

“You seem frightened,” Jaeger said. “You may be calm, you may be thrall, but it only lasts for so long. I only casted a weak spell to feed on you. You will be fine. Would you let me feed, A-Jazr?”

I had no choice but to let him. I was worried of worse happening, of being cooked and devoured on a flame, or worse being marked as thrall by another hunter waking up to the noise and slaughtered. In fear, and in compulsion I turned my neck to the side.

Jaeger bit down, grasping me by the shoulders, and fed on me. I felt my blood seep from me, as his cold fingers gripped my head and cradled it, as he sucked the blood. Then he let go, and the feeling of draining stopped, as my body collapsed into the water, breathing in the air through my gills.

“There,” he said, “you’re free, A-Jazr. All I needed. My daytime trips will be easier now.”

The spell’s grip let go of me as well, and my strength returned. I immediately scrambled out of the water, feeling my undergarments wet and warm from the time in the pool, and his cold vampiric grip. My mind felt light, having been fed upon, and when I touched the wound of the bite it had fully healed. No blood, as if nothing had happened.

“Why didn’t you kill me?” I asked. “I could very well kill you for what you did—“

“I have no reason to,” he said, “and besides, all I wanted was to feed. That was all. Let me be, A-Jazr. I will leave your camp now.”

He stood out of the water, the weight immediately seeping into his clothes and making his lift moist and sloppy. Stepping out of the water, He threw his clothes off, down to his underwear, drier but still wet. He gathered them and headed off into the night.

I felt robbed. This was the same argonian I dreamed about. I couldn’t just let him go.

“Stop!” I cried. In case he fought with me I prepared my magic.

He turned, and frowned. “Do you really wish to end my life?”

“I don’t want to do that,” I said. “I can’t kill you.”

“I am without my garb,” Jaeger said. “I am at my weakest.”

“I don’t want that,” I said. “I want to give you something.”

“What?”

“My body,” I blurted out. I wanted to catch my words from what I said, but he stared, surprised.

“Truly? I thought the curse ended.”

“I've wanted you since I saw you on the road!”

I gasped. These words felt like they came from my deepest gut, thoughts that shouldn’t have been bubbling up in front of a vampire, of all things. Was it because he was charming, or was I charmed?

“You clearly have never touched a vampire. We are cold to the touch, freezing even. That water was the warmest I will ever feel ever again.”

I prepared a firebolt in one hand, and with a freehand I walked to him. He welcomed me.

“You are wise,” he said. “Do you still wish—”

“I just want a touch,” I said, “Just a touch. Please.”

“And yet you’re not charmed…” Jaeger said, staring at me slanted. “I cannot detect my magic on you.”

“I can’t either,” I said. “What is wrong with me?”

“Nothing at all,” Jaeger said.

I stepped closer. He was breathless, perfectly still. Not an air of breath came from him until he gasped to my free hand’s touch. He felt cold as ice, like the worst blizzard that ever rocked Windhelm’s docks. Something in my mind screamed no, but my body wanted him so damn badly.

“Has this ever happened before,” I asked, “someone touching you without wanting to harm you?”

“If you wanted to harm me,” Jaeger said, “I’d be on fire.”

I nodded. “I’ve been wanting to meet an argonian man, but the ones at the docks were not for me. They didn’t like my body, or they didn’t like my manhood, but none were happy.”

I rubbed his stomach, then his slightly bulged crotch. It too was cold and freezing like a dead corpse walking. As I touched it I heard him moan under his breath.

“That feels warm,” he said. “We’ve only so much time for sunrise before I must go. Where did your attraction come from, bright one?”

“It came from seeing you,” I said. “You don’t wish to devour or kill me, or others, and are leaving. I can kill you now. I have the power over you.”

“And instead of whispering death to a broken soul, you touch it, wanting something from it. What is it you want?”

“Do you want me?” I asked. “I want you to take me like a vicious animal, make me feel like a real argonian, make me feel at home."

“I can do that,” he said.

I reached into his wet undergarments, and slipped them off, followed by mine. His cock was thick, taking most of my hand to massage it. Still cold, he started to throb hard, and grew fully erect. I felt my own cock grow hard.

“You want to do this?” he asked.

I took his hand, and extinguished my firebolt. “I’d want you in my bed, riding you like a bandit on a stolen horse would, fast and with abandon. I want to feel you gripping my thighs as you cum inside me. I have been so pent up from this trip not meeting an argonian willing to plow me like an ox.”

“Would you kill me if I said no?”

I paused. Would I?

“Of course not,” I said.

Jaeger smiled. His cock got hard again, swelling in my hands.

“But one thing first,” I said, lowering my head down to his crotch, “I wanna see how you play.”

I felt his crotch with my hand, stroking it. He throbbed, his cock bouncing, and it chilled in my hand. With effort I pushed through the cold and rubbed his penis, slicking the wetness off of me and using it to rub him. By the Eight I wanted to suck him off. I wanted to feel him inside me, him gripping me in ways I dreamed of in the inn. But the heat was gone, and only ice cold remained. I felt jilted, somewhat, by that change, but given he was a vampire I forgave him. Partially. The hot spring water still felt hot, and steam rolled off his cock from the temperature difference.

“Fuck yes,” he cooed, “fuck… I haven’t felt this in ages.”

“You’re gonna have some more fun,” I said. I bent down to have my head at his crotch’s level, and continued to stroke him off, as I stared at his thick cock. He was silent the entire time/ I neared his tip to give it a kiss. The water from the hot spring splashed onto my tongue, before I kissed his tip, kissing it again, and again, and again. It was freezing, and it tasted delicious. He was scented perfectly to me, as if—

“You smell good,” I said, “What is that scent?”

With a long breath I smelled the scent of his cock. It smelled like lavender. I never smelled anything as good, and for a moment I salivated.

“I want to taste you,” I said.

“Taste?” he asked. “What do you mean—“

I put his cock into my mouth, sucking it, avoiding my teeth by using my lips. His cock felt like frozen ice, but the hot spring water combined with the lavender made me want to make him cum. I bobbed back and forth, sucking on his ice-cold prick, as it throbbed strong, licking his prickhole with my tongue, feeling it swell with his vampire blood. I stroked my own cock, and held his hip to balance myself. The vampire’s hands began to jitter, shaking, overstimulated with pleasure. I knew what I was going to get.

“Fuck, that’s good…”

His hands balled into fist, before slowly flattening, and he reached to the sides of my head. For a brief moment I thought he turned on his word.

But he didn’t. The vampire grabbed the back of my head, gripping me by my horns, and when I stopped moving out of fear he slowly began to thrust. I looked up at him, and he had his eyes closed, focused on the tempo. He pushed his crotch into my lips, his crotch’s scales poking my mouth, and then pulled back, until his cock head’s ridge reached my lips, before he thrusted again. I wanted this. I needed this. He was groping me the exact way I wanted and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

His thrusting suddenly stopped, and his face clenched. With what I expected to be an orgasm was instead a sigh of relief. “I almost came,” he said, “but I’m not done with you. Get back up.”

“Oh, okay,” I said, and stood back up. My own erection was fully hard, and with his strong cold hand he gripped his cock and mine together. A freezing feeling wrapped all around me as he slowly stroked our cocks together. With his free hand he put his hand to the back of my head, and leaned in for a kiss. I let him. Of course I did, I could only dream of something like this happening, despite him being a vampire. I dreamed of him.

“Mmmm,” he moaned, “you like that, huh?”

“Y-yes,” I said, my words quavering in turn, “I want you to fuck me senseless—“

“At my speed,” he said. “I’m going to have fun with you.”

Fuck, that was good. Jaeger continued to stroke me, his pace picking up every stroke, before suddenly stopping, then stroking me again, rubbing quickly, slowly, my whole shaft to the head, as his cock rested upon mine. The cold stung my penis, which made me harder, and I grunted with every stroke.

I sputtered out “You’re gonna, you’re gonna—“

“I’m going to what?” the vampire asked.

“I’m gonna — gonna —“

“Now, now, bright one,” he said, “use your words.”

“I’m gonna cum!” I cried.

I quivered, moaned, and felt my body tighten in pleasure. Deep, deep. I felt my prostate clenching before I felt a slick shooting feeling race up my cock, before I jizzed hard into his hand. The sensitivity overwhelmed me as he continued to stroke me, and I whined in ecstasy and orgasmic pain.

“Fffffuuuuuck!” I cried, “oh take me, take me please—“

He started to clench again, and his hand shook, rubbing once, twice, before he slowly let go. My cock, normally a light pink, was a deep red from the cold. It felt fascinating. Perfect, even.

He held me as I nearly collapsed, and he grinned.

“Is there anything else that you want?” He asked. “The sun will rise soon.”

I looked at the sky. The night brightened, a sign of twilight.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I said. “Or rather, you’re not done with me.”

The vampire grinned. “Give me your body. Give me your everything.”

That was exactly what I wanted to hear. Grabbing his wrist, I walked him to my tent. He stood outside the tent, as I laid down, and prepared myself. I brought out a potion that would loosen my ass and clean it, a parting gift from my argonian friends at the docks, and drank it down. I felt my body react to it, then coughed and felt a tingling cleanness in my gut.

“Are you ready, A-Jazr?” He asked. “I’m waiting for you.”

“Yes,” I said, “come into my tent. Come inside.”

Jaeger chuckled. He climbed next to the bed sprawl, sliding in right next to me, completely naked. He wrapped his arm around me. He gripped me tight, feeling my chest, grabbing my thighs. His hard-on slowly rose and I felt mine rise in turn. I wanted him.

He was so cold. I wanted him to freeze me unconscious.

“You’re a tender one, aren’t you?” he asked.

“Well, maybe, but that’s because I’m a mage—“

“I use magic as well.” He scooted closer and I felt his cock in between my cheeks. Then he started to grind. “I can work my magic in many different ways, bright one.”

“Ooh,” I said, and felt a slight whimper come from my mouth as he rubbed the side of my thighs. The lightness of his touch, the freezing chill of it, the overwhelming desire for him to start his movements, brought me to a gasp and my scales cried out danger. I was in danger, a bloody vampire had his head above mine, and yet I felt a titillating peace, of dreams finally answered. In a way I felt at home.

“When are you—“

“Not yet, bright one,” Jaeger said. “A-Jazr, I want to get you to cum a second time.”

He grabbed my penis with a sticky hand, and rubbed up and down, using my cum as a lubricant I wanted this, dammit, I wanted it all, I wanted him to fuck me, and yet he kept grinding on my cheeks and rubbing my cock.

What was keeping him? I wanted to fuck right then.

“Stick it in me, dammit,” I cried. “Rub deep in me and make me—“

“Not yet,” Jaeger said, “I’ve not slept with someone in weeks, since this blasted curse, and yet here I am, with another argonian. Of course I’m going to take it slow.”

“But I want it—“

I felt my face pushed to the ground by the vampire’s elbow, rolling me to my stomach.

“If you say so,” he said.

He stroked his cock on my ass, gripping both sides of my thighs, and rubbed on my asshole. I felt him grind and I wanted him inside me, dammit. I wanted to ride him and yet he continued to play those damn games.

“Fuck me, by the fucking Eight! Take me, please!”

His girth suddenly pushed into my ass, rubbing me deep inside, feeling my guts shift slightly as his freezing mass forced in me. It felt amazing, feeling that comforting and sleepy chill after the lake’s warmth on my body.

He rubbed my cock back and forth as he put the weight of his body on mine. He breathed behind my head, whispering “I wanted to take you as soon as I saw you too, A-Jazr.”

I gasped a bit in shock. He wanted me the whole time. I couldn’t help but push back on his crotch, pushing him deeper into me, rearranging my guts by my own choice. It felt amazing, that deep chill, feeling my guts gurgle from the pressure. The chill cooled my heart and I felt a deep desire blossom inside me, a desire more blessed or damning than any daedra or Aedra could bring.

I felt as if I drank hist-sap itself, rejuvenating me with the touch of the vampire Jaeger.

Jaeger pulled out slightly, before thrusting slowly back in. He moved back and forth, gripping my thighs and pushing himself deep into me before doing it again. I felt my tongue hiss in pleasure, a sound I never made before in my life. My body yearned for home and I found it, in the embrace of another argonian, as he thrusted back and forth in me.

Then he grabbed my cock again, rubbing fast, and I felt my precum dribble out from me, a slight glob landing in his hand, and coming to rub my cock cold to the touch. He was a creature of ice in a frozen land, A land I once found inhospitable, and now I let out a moan in ecstasy from how good I fucking felt. I wanted to ride him until the sun rose— but I knew that wasn’t possible.

He had no breath to show tiredness, and instead his speed picked up, him thrusting faster and faster within me. I felt beautiful once again, desired, wanted, needed.

“You enjoy this, don’t you?” he asked.

“Y-yeah, unhh…” I moaned again, and then it clicked that I was making a noise that could wake up all of Windhelm, let alone a hunter’s camp. “Oh— oh—“

The vampire’s hand cupped over my mouth, freezing my lips. He pulled me onto his lap, still covering my mouth, and fucked me while I sat on his cock. He went deep, and I felt my guts bulge. It felt blissful, a deep pleasure that roiled throughout my body and through my legs.

“I want to take you out of here,” the vampire said, “I need you. Oh, do I need you…”

With his fangs out, he gnawed on my neck and cradled my head, lightly biting with his razor-sharp teeth, and then bit down hard, feeding on me once more. With his other hand his stroking pumped. The pleasure, the stimulation, the loss of blood, made my head spin, and I felt my mind fizzle into a blackout orgasm, feeling my cum spurt from me in my unconscious state. I felt a deep pumping in me, which felt like Jaeger orgasming.

It was everything I could have ever wanted, more than what I expected from going to the hot springs. When my vision came back I saw the light of twilight, the cradling of me in the vampire’s arms, and Jaeger cooing words into my ears, hearing beautiful melodies and the cry of birds.

“I’ll be going now," Jaeger said, “Please take care. If you ever need me, just call. I will hear you.”

He pulled out, and his cum slid down my leg. He really had came.

“When I bit down on you,” he said, “I felt myself lose control. I drank deep, and I had the greatest fear that I fed too much, but it was better than any emotion I ever felt alive or undead. Thank you–”

“Take me with you!” I cried. I stood up, the dizziness nearly knocking my head into the wooden frame. “Please?”

“As my thrall?” he asked. He looked confused.

“As your partner. I want you to take me with you.”

He smiled, the first time I saw him do so.

“Get dressed, A-Jazr,” Jaeger said, “we move before dawn.”

He kissed me and I finally felt at home.