Breaking and Entering is Still a Crime

“Do you read often?”

The question scares the eating man, as he didn’t expect someone to be in his home, nor to disturb him this late.
Spraying stew across his hearth, the man drops the bowl, and in a flash his dagger is out and he turns to face the woman before dropping his arms to his side with a sigh.

“I would think after all this, you’d be busier managing the remains of your family,”

The woman shrugs slightly, glowing eyes standing out of the darkness in the corner, dying fire producing barely enough light to reach the long table nearby. He can’t see the rest of her, but he knows it well. Raven black hair framing a pale face with delicate, noble features, said head attached to a lithe body with modest breasts contained under grayish-black armor, crimson cloak draped over a shoulder, held with a dull golden clasp.

Serana…

“I don’t like that place, never have; I’d rather wander homeless than live there,”

She steps into the flickering light, crossing the room to him, taking the empty seat next to the hearth. She has a peculiar way of sitting, this strange lounge that makes her look as if she’s about to fall asleep, and it makes him shift uncomfortably. She notices this, chuckling slightly before sitting forward, hand gently grasping an iron poker to idly stir the fire with. Her gentle jabs send orange sparks gliding through the air, briefly illuminating more of her face, and revealing her playful look.

“It took me longer to find you this time Nik,”

She props her head on a hand as she trails off, eyes watching him, mouth slightly open to display elongated canines. It’s true; she has followed him to three residences now, finding him without flaw. Even now she’s trailed him all the way to Falkreath, and managed to make it past both his steward Lydia, and the guard dogs outside. The guard dogs weren’t for her of course, more for pesky wolves, and the occasional Legionnaire courier.

“Are you running from me?”

Her words are weighted with a slight sadness that shows in her eyes, lip trembling ever so slightly as he tried to think of a response. Setting the bowl down on the stone lip, he intertwined his fingers as he thought of a response.

“No… Not from you,”

He didn’t make eye contact with her, she knew why, and it infuriated her.

“She’s gone Nik, why can’t you let her go?”

She reached out to him, hand placed on his in an attempt to get him to look at her, but he shied away. Her mouth tightened in restrained anger, her eyes narrowing as she fought back a tear, and her free hand clenching hard enough to tear skin.

“Serana… What did you come for?”

His question was met by a slap, one so hard that the dogs outside began barking, thinking the crack to be mace against rock. Serana was standing, eyes rimmed with burgeoning tears as she clenched her fists to her side. Nik simply looked up at her, face calm as she began her tirade, voice still kept to a near whisper.

“Why do you ignore me? I’ve followed you countless nights, implored you several times, and even shared your bed on more than one occasion. Why can’t you see? Why can’t you SEE that I love you? Why can’t you let her go and accept me? Is it because I’m not as beautiful as she was? Because I’m not a warrior like her? Because I’m a thrice-damned monster?!?”

Her voice raises at the end, hand coming up to cover her mouth at the accusation, and he simply looks away from her. His hands grind together, tired brain attempting to form words.

“It’s… not that you’re a monster, because you aren’t. I have a son Serana, a son who knew his mother a scant year before she passed, a son who won’t remember her the way I did. I want to Serana, you don’t understand how much I want to, ever since that first night in the castle, but I can’t replace her with you. I can’t push out everything she was to me and fill it in with you,”

Serana falls to her knees in front of him, eyes silently begging him as she tries to make him see reason.

“I’m not trying to replace her Nik… I just want to be with you. Is that too much to ask?”

Her words start to sway him, brain perking up enough to recognize his ignorance, smile tugging at his lips as he imagines what could be.

“I’m sorry… I’ve been such a fool,”

His admission of guilt brightens her, revealing her victory, the one she’s been waiting for. Her heart swells as she weeps into his knees, overcome with long forgotten emotions, his hands brushing through her hair. Gently they frame her face, pulling her up to his face and into a quiet kiss as she pushes his legs apart.

They both know what happens next.

Gone are the tears, replaced with lustful glares as her hands snake up his legs, undoing the belt of his pants and pulling them open at the fly. Her object of desire flops out, the vein on its underside thick enough to cast a shadow on the side opposite the flames, bulbous head swollen with long needed release. Her hands grip it tenderly, the playful look displayed on her face once again as she begins to pump, causing him to lean back in his chair. She doesn’t have much patience, her hands pointing the pillar of flesh downward into her mouth, fangs brushing the sensitive skin as she wraps silken lips around it. Her throat feels like the heavens to him, a tight, wet tunnel that constricts around him as she pushes him deeper and deeper, not content to stop before reaching the tuft of hair at his base. He knows it’s a perk of her current state that she can do this, lacking the strong need for air that other women do, but as she starts to rapidly move along his length he stops caring, content to enjoy her ministrations.

Her hands grip his hips, holding him in place as he starts to buck, lost in pleasure as she fellates him. He’s right where she wants him, and she begins to taste the salty pre-come dribbling out into her mouth. To her the taste is near-divine, more life giving energy in those few drops than an ounce of fresh blood, and she lets out a quite moan as she feels her panties start to dampen. It’s an aphrodisiac for her, something that drives her to taste the real thing, like a skooma addict. She begins to bob even faster, fangs scraping thin lines down the thick shaft and her hair whipping back and forth wildly. She’s lost in the maelstrom of lust, her only desire being the off-white seed that is contained in the two egg shaped balls that her chin briefly touches every time her fills her throat with his manhood.

Thankfully her efforts don’t go unnoticed, and he lets out a gasping grunt.

Pulling her head back, she keeps the tip in her mouth, hands leaving his hips to squeeze and pump the slick length. The thick vein swells up, sending her desired treat rocketing into her mouth, quickly filling her cheeks as she desperately milks as much as possible with her hands. It doesn’t last as long as she desires, but as she lets the tip fall out of her mouth she’s left with a mouthful of salty-sweet come, and her eyes close as her tongue swirls the thick liquid in her mouth, savoring the taste. With a loud gulp she downs it finally, the seed leaving a pleasantly warm feeling in her throat and stomach as she looks at him.

“Are we going to bed now~?”

Her voice is sickly sweet, like a young maiden about to lose her virginity.

“Yes… My love,”

His response is delayed, seeming forced, but the love in his eyes reassures her. Helping her up with one hand, they entwine their bodies together in a kiss, embracing like they’d been away for years. The embrace lasts several seconds before they finally break, and Serana hurriedly tugs him to “Their” bedroom. As they reach the entrance she turns to face him, smiling playfully as she opens the doors.

“Oh the fun we shall have tonight… Husband~”