Chapter 07: Hunting 

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The Guild of Gamers: The Vampire

Chapter 07: Hunting

— Aniza/Anise —

Watching Raven head off into the forest to hunt for her pets next meal, she smiled to herself in thought.

In truth, she didn't really care who she followed, as long as they were a decent fighter and were willing to go on adventures she could turn into ballads, the rest didn't matter.

She'd returned to Riverwood to try and convince Sven to become an adventurer with her, but he was too set on staying in the village. He claimed he wanted to take care of his mother, but she knew better. He was infatuated with the shop girl, and he was too scared of the dangers outside his little village walls to do what she wanted.

But then Raven showed up, saved a village girl from a terrible fate, and tamed a direwolf to boot. The perfect subject for her stories.

She'd need to get the tale out of Raven about just how she'd managed to beat so many goblins, and then fluff it up to make it a better story.

She knew Raven wasn't exactly what she was pretending to be; she herself was a tiefling, and one who had a considerable amount of experience with magic no less. She knew a succubus when she saw one, even if she wasn't sure where the Fey Magic came from.

No mage would be fooled by her guise of humanity, but that wasn't all Raven was hiding. She could feel Lord Sanguine's influence on her, after all she was one of the many daughters of the Daedric Prince of Debauchery himself. Now that was a story, her parents were challenged to a drinking contest by a stranger, lost, and blacked out. Nine months later she popped out, red and horned.

You'd think being the daughter of a Daedric Prince would come with immense power, but it really didn't. Her only inheritance from her father was that of every other tiefling: a pair of wings she had to hide, an increased ability to withstand temperature, and a mindset predisposed towards hedonism.

No, her power came from her own talents, and from Lady Titania, Fey Queen of the Summer Court. Her mother had been kicked out of the village for giving birth to a Daedra, so they'd been forced to live in the wilderness until a Hag coven had taken them in. That was where she first began her forays into the arcane; growing up in the middle of nowhere left little to do, especially for a child as precocious as her, at least until she saw one of the hags cast a simple spell. She'd been fascinated by the magic and had been quick to accept an offer of tutelage when it was presented to her. Between her natural talent and prodigious intellect, she quickly advanced through the basics and began to make great strides into the speciality of her benefactors: illusions. It was that very magic she used to disguise herself even now. Her next great opportunity came when she stumbled upon a Fairy Circle and found herself alone in the Feywilds, but that was a story for another day.

In truth, she didn't care what kind of person Raven was. She needed protection while she explored Skyrim, and she wanted to carve her name into Bardic history. Raven was a convenient way of getting both. She just needed a big strong adventurer to serve as the hero for her tale. Originally she'd wanted a male Nord Warrior since those stories were more popular, but she could work with a female Breton Mage. Even if it meant she had to spread her stories outside of the borders of Skyrim, leaving this frozen waste would be no great tragedy.

As for matters of morality, even if Raven was entirely unheroic, with a little embellishment, and some careful manipulation of context, she'd come out gleaming. There were plenty of 'heroes' in history who were little better than the bandits roaming Skyrim today, but a good bard could make anyone a hero, and she was far better than good.

She cared little for the people of Skyrim, knowing full well how they'd treat her if she revealed what she was, but she had her own ambitions, and aiding Raven in her heroics would be essential to fulfilling them.

The minstrels of legend were said to be able to heal grievous wounds—or inflict them—with but a few words, that a single line of their song could shatter the convictions of good men, send the most courageous of warriors scrambling in terror, or cause even the most cowardly of men to stand fast against an overwhelming enemy. A song? That was the sort of thing that led armies to victory, decided the fates of nations, changed the course of history.

She loved magic, and the strength it gave her, but the sheer influence of the greatest storytellers? That was power, and for all she loved magic, she craved power.

For now, she needed someone to do the heavy lifting for her, someone to brave the danger-filled dungeons and ruins that housed fragments of the ancient knowledge she so deeply desired, someone like an adventuring succubus and her direwolf companion. Every story needs a hero, and heroic is such a subjective term.

She'd make Raven a world renowned hero, and reap the benefits of Raven's success, all while pursuing her own dream along the way.

— Raven —

Running through the forest in my new form is rather exhilarating, to be honest, four legs really are better than two when it comes to things like speed and balance, and moving in my wolf form comes incredibly naturally to me.

I'm glad I gained the knowledge of how to move on four legs when I unlocked this form, but it does have some minor downsides.

One, it doesn't merge my clothes with my body when I shift, so unless I want to ruin all my outfits I have to strip naked first. But nudity isn't really a problem for me, so I placed my clothes in my expanded bag and hung it around Fenrir's neck.

The second problem is a bit bigger: the fact that when I transform, I become a regular—albeit large—wolf, though I think that could change in the future. I beat Fenrir and that means he respects my position at the top of our pack, but in my wolf form he's almost half again bigger than me and I've felt his eyes on me as we've run.

He's trying to decide whether he can take me in a rematch, so I'll need to put him back in his place soon.

He's a smart beast, but a beast all the same and he sees my newer form as weaker than him, and rightfully so now that he has some of my vampiric blood running through him, but if he tries anything he's in for a surprise.

Still, for now, he follows my lead as we chase down the scent of our prey, a rather large elk. My senses don't improve in this form, but as a vampire, they were already better than a regular wolf's anyway but as we followed the trail, any worries were drowned out by the frenzied thrill of the hunt.

But before we can reach it, I smell something different entirely coming from ahead.

Blood.

My mouth waters, and I increase my pace in the pursuit of the elk, incensed by the smell of its injuries. Someone else is hunting our prey, and I don't like it.

It doesn't take me long to find the elk, slain by several arrows, and I spot a pair of large nord men walking towards my prey. I start to move, but I clearly underestimated their skill, because as soon as I enter a comfortable range, one of them spins around and looses an arrow in my direction, the iron tip finding purchase in my shoulder, and eliciting a pained yelp.

"I told you there were wolves around, the blood probably drew it here," the one who shot me says as he goes for a second arrow, the other drawing a sword and meeting my glare, undaunted by my almost glowing red eyes.

A second arrow flies towards me, but I'm ready this time as I clumsily dive to the side, which is harder with four legs, and start sprinting towards the archer, even as the swordsman swings at me, his slash biting into my side.

I ignore this new pain as the archer's eyes widen in terror, reaching for his dagger just a second too late as I lunge forwards and clamp my fangs down on his exposed neck, knocking him to the ground and tearing out his throat.

These guys are probably just hunters, but they picked the wrong time and the wrong prey. I turn to the other man as he plunges his blade into my side, a howl of pain leaving me as I thrash wildly, dislodging the blade and immediately turn back to my human form, his eyes widening at the transformation.

A panicked cry of "W-witch!" is all he manages before I release a crackling bolt of purple energy at his arm, knocking his sword flying with my eldritch blast.

His grasp had to be pretty weak for that to actually disarm him, but I suppose a wolf turning into a very naked, very sexy, and very annoyed woman, is as good a reason as any to be caught off guard. I grab the arrow in my shoulder and yank it out, prompting a wince at the sight of me snapping the sturdy wooden shaft between my slender fingers with contemptive ease.

There's a large gash in my ribs, but it's already slowly healing up as I stalk towards him.

"P-please, I didn't know this was a witches forest, it was Godir's idea to hunt here, not mine," the man whimpers in terror as I reach him, and place my hand against his chest, pushing him hard as he is shoved back against one of the trees, grunting as he falls to the ground.

A part of me wants to drain him too, but as I stalk towards him, my hips swaying seductively with each step, I pause as I notice his eyes flicker down to my bare breasts, a trail of blood leaking onto them from my still healing arrow wound.

"Oh? Do you like what you see?" I ask, changing my plans as I stand above him, staring down at him with a wicked smile.

"I-I'm sorry! Please, I don't want to-"

"That's not what I asked, do you like what you see?" I ask, dropping to my knees, his legs trapped between them as I place my hand on the tree next to his head, staring into his eyes.

"Y-yes? No? What answer doesn't get me killed?" he whimpers, making me giggle playfully as I reach down and grab the front of his fur trousers and quickly undo them, watching as his eyes widen as he feels my hand grasp his rock solid manhood.

"The truth, but you can save your words, your body is telling me everything I wanted to know," I whisper, languidly stroking his cock, and giggling once more at his frozen expression of shock.

"W-what?" my new toy whispers, making me smile as I take his hand and guide it to my breast.

"You want to live, don't you?" I ask, making him nod rapidly even as his hand grasps a fistful of supple flesh. "A girl has needs, and you're… passable, so why don't we play a game?" I suggest, moving forwards until my sex is pressed against his, then reaching down to gently grasp him between three fingers, and with a deliberately agonizing slowness begin to tease his erection against my labia. After a few seconds, he can longer contain his pleasure and lets out a longing groan. At this, I line him up and gradually add pressure until his engorged cockhead slips between my lips, now fully enveloped by my supernaturally tight folds. The sensation draws a strained gasp from him and desecrates any measure of resistance he still had.

"S-sure, whatever you want," the hunter whimpers, making me smile.

"The game is simple, all you have to do is last until I cum, surely a big strong Nord man like you can outlast a little girl like me? If I'm satisfied before you can't continue, you can leave," I say, then suddenly dropping myself, forcefully sheathing his decently sized cock entirely inside my waiting cunt. He isn't impressive by any stretch of the imagination, Alvor is bigger and better looking as well, but unlike Alvor… he's expendable.

I am telling him the truth, if he outlasts me he can go, but that's not going to happen since you know… succubus, and I fully intend to drain this man dry in an entirely different manner.

As I ride him, he doesn't try to resist but he also doesn't participate, just sitting there, letting me bounce on his cock. But that won't do, that's not how the game is played.

"I've felt more from my fingers," I taunt him, as I start to speed up. "I hope you've at least got a lot of stamina because your size and technique certainly aren't impressive. Surely you care more about your life than this?" I whisper, licking his cheek as he gulps, before finally moving.

Pushing me off him, and onto the hard ground, my back slamming against a tree root with a thud, he wrenches my legs as far apart as they'll go, positions himself on top of me, and lines himself back up, before finally thrusting his hips forwards, forcefully ramming his rigid cock fully inside my pussy. I roll my eyes, I've had far rougher.

Pretty unimaginative, but at least he's moving now, brutally rutting into me with all the force he can muster. Without pausing, he grabs one of my breasts with one hand and starts to grope it, squeezing roughly and occasionally reaching up to twist my nipple.

Jokes on him, because I can absolutely be a power bottom. I break his now one-handed grip on my thigh with a simple exertion of vampiric strength and lock my legs behind him, then wrap my arms around his body, and dig my claws into his still clothed back, cutting through the fur and into his skin, drawing lines of blood and a hiss of pain.

Using my leg lock, I pull him back into me as he starts to pull out, squeezing his cock with my inner muscles as I smirk up at him.

"Better think of something quick, I can feel you about to burst," I tease, giving him a smug smile as he grunts in pleasure.

"Shit, why are you so fucking tight?" he groans, trying to slow down to buy himself some more time as I periodically clench and unclench my inner muscles, causing my vaginal walls to ripple and squirm, squeeze down on his cock with a massage of spasms and convulsions.

"Aww, having trouble?" I respond, my legs pulling him back into me faster as he groans. "Go on, cum for me~ fill my womb with your hot, sticky seed," I whisper, kissing and licking my way up to his neck as he grunts, his thrusts stopping as his body does as it's told, his eyes widening with terror, which is quickly overtaken by orgasmic bliss, he shudders in ecstasy, flooding my pussy with his cum.

He doesn't notice, but as he cums, I latch onto his lifeforce and start to pull, watching him become noticeably more tired as he pants in exhaustion, some of his brown hair turning gray.

"Oops, looks like you lost," I say, watching him pull back, his rapidly softening cock slipping out of me as we both watch his seed start to leak from my abused cunt leaving a sticky white line trailing enticingly down my inner thigh.

Pushing him off me, I watch him stumble back and fall to the ground as I stand up, strutting over to him, taking deliberate care to show off the state of my body: cum dripping from my freshly fucked pussy, blood smeared over my breasts, and the bruises that decorated by thighs, tits, and wrists. They'd heal in a few moments anyway, and it felt a waste not to show him his handiwork. I loom over him, smirking down at his rapidly paling face, realization turning to desperation now that he was out of the orgasmic aftershocks.

"Aww, don't feel too bad, not many men can outlast me," I say, smirking down at him before I pause. "Or perhaps the fun isn't over yet…" I say, watching as his flagging cock starts to harden again, despite his fear.

Standing over him, I grin down at him as I move and place my foot on his slowly hardening shaft, gently stepping on him as I rub my foot along his length, giving him a mischievous smile as he springs back to fully erect.

"Is this the legendary endurance of Nord men?" I tease as I drop to my knees, bending down and slowly, licking along his shaft, my tongue working its way from base to tip, pausing just before the frenulum, then flicking lightly across the pleasure center several times, then retreating back into my mouth as I pressed a chaste kiss to the underside of the head. He stared at me in naked shock, watching transfixed as I take the tip into my mouth I increased the suction as I worked my way up and down, delicately suckling his cock to clean it off my nectar and the remnants of his cum that didn't find its home in my waiting womb.

Dragging my lips up to his length until I pull off with an audible pop, I shuffle forward and straddle him, lining myself up again, and lower myself onto his shaft, enjoying the fullness of having a fat cock inside me for a moment before I start to ride him again, he's too drained—literally, due to my succubus nature— to push me off this time, but his hands come up and grab my waist, one reaching around and playing with my ass as the other slid up to my tits.

"That's it, enjoy yourself, either you're going to die while playing with some magnificent tits, or you'll be able to go back home and say you made a witch cum so hard she let you go," I encourage, placing my hand on his chest as I speed up my bouncing, my tits bouncing with me as his eyes linger on them.

"Fuck, you're crazy," he groans, spanking my ass, earning his first moan from me. "Why are the hot ones always crazy?"

I don't answer, because I can actually feel my climax approaching as I ride him into the ground; the force with which I drive my ass and hips down, slamming myself onto his cock, actually carving a slight indentation beneath us. My hand comes up and groping my unattended breast, squeezing and teasing my little pink nipple as I moan louder, my hips speeding up, almost a blur.

I've never been that hard to please, to be honest, and with a long drawn out moan, I come to a stop, my pussy writhing and clenching down on his shaft, my hips twitching with little convulsions that send spasms of pleasure down his cock, making him groan as he tries to hold out longer.

Collapsing against his chest, I give him an impish smile and I kiss him briefly before pulling back.

"Looks like you win, it wasn't the best I've had, but it certainly wasn't the worst," I whisper, still holding his dick inside my warm, wet cunt.

"S-so I can go?" he asks, making me smile.

"You could~ but you're not satisfied, are you?" I ask, making him pause. "I can still feel your big, hard, cock inside me, and you've already won your life. Don't you want to enjoy your victory a little more?"

Slowly, his hands move back to my waist as I smile at him lewdly.

"That's it, take your prize," I whisper, kissing him deeply as he starts to thrust up into me, regaining enough energy to flip us over and give himself more leverage as his tongue meets mine.

What a dumbass, but it works out in my favour as he begins to desperately pound into me with what little energy he has left, fucking me like an animal.

Breaking the kiss, I smirk up at him as he desperately pistons into me.

"Mhmm, are you enjoying fucking the woman who just killed your friend?" I ask tauntingly, making him pause as he stares back at me, anger in his eyes. "Did he have a family? What are you going to tell them? 'Sorry I couldn't save or avenge him, but at least I got to fuck his murderer." I taunt mockingly as he glares down at me. Glancing over to where his body is, my plaything glares down at me as he starts to thrust again, his hand moving to my throat as he grasps it tightly, making me smirk up at him.

"Go on, punish me. Abuse me to your heart's content, I'd have killed you with a smile, you know that," I taunt as he glares down at me, even as he still fucks me into the ground. Tightening his hold on my throat, he pulls back his other hand and slaps me across the face, making my cheek turn slightly red as I smile up at him. "Is that it? I wouldn't have let you off so easily, you'd have screamed for mercy long before I was done."

Pulling back, his cock popping free, he surprises me by grabbing me and turning me over, lifting my hips and forcing me onto my knees as he pushes my face into the ground, his other hand spreading my legs as he lines himself back up.

He thrusts forwards, and I groan as I feel him hilt himself in my much tighter asshole, I haven't actually done anal with Alvor yet, and this random nobody takes this body's anal virginity with zero hesitation, grunting at the tightness of my back door.

"Ooh, that's it. Ruin my tight little asshole, split me in two," I say lustfully, I've had bigger back there and even as he starts to fuck my tight rosebud, hard and rough, he's not really hurting me.

I'm a fucking partial Succubus, anal isn't really a problem for me, my ass can clearly handle something as simple as a decently sized cock.

"Fucking crazy bitch, stop talking," he grunts, slapping my ass as hard as he can, which isn't much considering how tired he is, but I just smile.

"If you wanted me to be quiet you should have fucked my mouth, then you'd just have to hear me gagging on your fat cock," I reply, pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts. "Harder, come on, make me really feel it."

Despite the energy I'm draining from him even now, he does speed up as he spanks my ass again, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier as he fucks me, his larger body shadowing mine as he leans over me, his hand pushing my face harder into the ground.

"S-shut the fuck up," he grunts out, sheathing himself in my ass again as he groans. "F-fuck, maybe I should- I should take you home, keep you tied up in the cellar." he groans, pulling back and slamming his hips forwards again.

"Make me cum again and I might just let you," I tease, making him groan as I clench down on his cock. "You'd like that wouldn't you, me chained up and helpless, unable to stop you from having your way with me, again and again~ turning me into your little slutty cumdump."

"F-fuck," he groans, sheathing himself inside me one last time, gasping as I feel the warmth of his second climax flooding my inner channel.

Falling on top of me, I smile calmly as I push him off me, standing up and looking down at him, or his corpse to be more precise.

His once brown hair is entirely gray now, his once youthful face gaunt and harrowed, making me smirk as I wipe up some of the cum leaking from my abused asshole and lift it to my face, licking it clean.

"Well, at least you enjoyed your final minutes. Thanks for the meal~" I tease, before blinking.

Is it necrophilia if they die during sex?

Eh, who cares.

Something has changed, I can feel that as my succubus side revels in the energy I absorbed from my prey.

Succubus Arts unlocked

[Corruptive Sex]

Bedding a succubus/incubus is an inherently sinful deed, and with this you can ensure it has a lasting impression. Instead of absorbing the energies produced during sex, or using them in another skill, you can use them to corrupt your partner, bringing their morality more in line with your own.

[Partial Incubus Transformation]

A true succubus is utterly indistinguishable to an incubus, changing genders to suit their prey. You can now call on part of that skill, changing your sexual organ to suit your partner.

Well, well… isn't that interesting?

I'm obviously going to abuse the ever-loving shit out of both of them.

By the Gods, of both the Guild and this world, if being slutty would have given me superpowers in my first life I'd have been a goddess long before the police caught onto me.

Turning to where the deer had been, I give Fenrir a glare as he calmly finishes his meal.

"Really, you didn't even try to help with the fight," I say, scowling at the lazy wolf who went straight for the food. "…did you eat the other hunter as well?"

The lazy "woof" makes me sigh, then chuckle as he trots over to me.

As he sits in front of me, I can't help but notice something.

Looking down, my eyes widen slightly as I spot something long, thick and red out on display, his incredibly large wolf cock hanging out of its… sheath? The size of the shaft alone gives me pause, but the knot at the bottom looks like it wouldn't come close to fitting.

Fenrir is almost the size of a horse, and he's equally large everywhere.

A drop of pre-cum leaks from the thick head, bigger than anything I've taken before, dropping to the ground as he notices my gaze.

"That is… big," I say, still not sure if the lazy fucker can even understand me as I pause. I've done a lot, but I've never done bestiality before.

Kneeling down, I reach forwards and place my hand on the thick, slimy wolf cock, stroking it slowly as I feel it harden in my hand. Fuck red rocket, it's a red battle station.

It's too big for me to wrap my fingers around it, and as I move back he whines, making me smirk, I might be willing to considered a more bestial partner, but not for nothing.

"Aww, were you hoping for more?" I tease, making him growl quietly, going silent at my glare. "If you were a good boy, I might consider it. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

This time, his "woof" makes me smirk as I confirm something, he does understand me. He just happens to ignore me when he feels like it.

"But you haven't been a good boy, you're a lazy mutt, making me do all the work," I say, turning around and wiggling my ass at him, smirking at the frustrated growl. "Maybe if you start pulling your weight, I'll consider letting you have this," I say, slapping my ass and smirking over my shoulder at him.

The whine makes me laugh openly, seeing the hunger in his eyes. Men aren't that different, no matter the packaging.

"But for now? Lazy mutts don't get rewarded," I say, walking away as he growls in frustration.

A part of me wants to say fuck it, I'm a succubus I could probably take that massive wolf cock, and it'd feel so fucking good, but if I can get that lazy bastard to actually work instead of lazing around, I might as well.

Still, I'm filthy again and listening for running water, I head into the forest with a smile, pausing as I reach the edge of the stream.

"…Before I'm done here, your kind will be extinct," I state calmly, glaring down at the slaughterfish as it glowers up at me with baleful eyes.

Holding my hand out, I send forth a crackling bolt of purple eldritch energy, blasting the stupid fish.

If I get into the water, and more fish show up, I'm gonna be unhappy.

Stepping into the river, I immediately yelp in pain and jump back, a long fish being pulled out with me, it's fangs digging into my ankles, the bastard must have hid under one of the rocks, little fuckers weren't this sneaky in the game.

Blasting that one as well, I sigh as I watch my ankle heal, the blood in the water causing a feeding frenzy as a dozen more show up.

…I just want a bath, damnit.

So be it, come at me.

— Sigrid —

She couldn't lie, her life had taken a blessed turn lately.

Dorthe going missing had been horrific, her worries that her precious daughter was being defiled by goblin filth filling her dreams with terror, but then Raven came into their life and in a single action changed everything.

Dorthe was back home, though now her head was filled with dreams of becoming an adventurer like her new idol, and even beyond that…

The strumpet had lit a flame in her marriage, opening her up to possibilities she would have never considered about before.

To her and Alvor, sex had been an occasional thing, perhaps once or twice a month depending on her mood but Raven had enlightened her to something.

Sex was a need, as much as breathing and eating, and it was also the best way to help Alvor relax after a hard day of working and damn her to oblivion if it wasn't working.

Alvor had a youthful vigor about him that she hadn't seen in over ten winters, and she felt better herself.

Raven explained that by only sleeping with her husband so rarely, she was failing in her duties to take care of him, and while she'd argued that Alvor wasn't some wimpy imperial that needed pampering, Raven had explained something else to her.

Burn out. She vaguely understood the reference, but the concept was simple enough. It apparently happened to people who worked themselves too hard, never really taking time for themselves to let their bodies and minds recover, and it could be horrific when it finally reached the limit.

The end results Raven described terrified her.

She wanted to say that Alvor had never said anything about feeling stressed or overworked, but then she remembered she was married to someone who basically embodied the stereotypical Nordic man, hardworking, proud and entirely too stubborn. He'd rather burn himself out, unknowingly or not, then admit weakness to her.

It was her job, her responsibility, as his wife to make sure he never reached that point, and Raven was right. A couple of mugs of mead at the Sleeping Giant every so often was all Alvor did to relax, because that's all there really was to do in Riverwood.

It hit her like a mace that Alvor didn't really relax, and when she realised that Raven was a far more worldly and educated woman than her, she'd be a fool to let her stubborn Nord pride get in the way of her listening to the younger woman.

So she'd decided to take her advice, and make sure Alvor got the relaxation he needed, before he went to work, she'd make sure he was nice and relaxed, usually by waking him up with her mouth around his manhood or mounting and riding him so he could just lay back and enjoy himself.

When he came back in to eat, they usually made love on the table, she'd even been caught by a one of the militiamen who came to ask for his sword sharpened, they were used to just letting people come and go as they pleased during the day since their home was Alvor's workplace, so the door had been unlocked.

The look on the young man's face as he opened the door only to get a good look at her naked upper body, breasts bouncing as Alvor pounded into her.

He'd been frozen in place, before he turned and practically ran out shouting apologies, all the militia respected Alvor after all.

They'd been mortified for a moment, before they both looked at each other and just burst out laughing, the look on his face simply too funny, and after a moment of pause, Alvor grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto his cock.

It was so sinful, but it somehow gave their fun an edge it lacked behind closed doors, and they were more in love than ever, making love at least three times a day.

That was a big difference as well, with Raven, Alvor was just fucking her, pounding the naughty little harlot, but with her it was making love. Whether it was gentle and loving in their bed, or rough and fast over her kitchen table, there was a love there that he wouldn't give anyone else.

It was why she didn't mind him having his fun with Raven, and it'd taken Raven explaining the difference between casual sex and making love. asual sex was an act of relaxation and fun, a pursuit of pleasure, making love was so much more.

When they spoke with the militia man, they'd waved off his frantic apologies and Alvor had taken his sword for a quick sharpen, and with them left alone the man's eyes had lowered to her now clothed body when he thought she wasn't looking, and she couldn't help but enjoy it.

Again, Raven explained the reason behind this seemingly immoral feeling, she was a beautiful woman and the gaze of other men just confirmed it, there was nothing wrong with looking and there was nothing wrong with her feeling good because people appreciated her looks.

Raven had even proposed a test of sorts, she was to wear a more revealing outfit for one day, and despite her reservations she'd done it.

Of course, Raven was whispering into Alvor's ear about how sexy his wife looked, how she was and would always be his, no matter who else stared at.

So she'd done her usual chores around the village, feeling the eyes of the men on her body, wearing an older dress that didn't really fit her anymore. It revealed just a little of her legs, but it clung to her figure like a second skin, her ass and breasts practically on display despite being fully clothed.

And she'd enjoyed it, despite her reservations, and like Raven suggested she found an excuse to bend down occasionally, spotting the men behind her trying to fix their trousers to hide their enjoyment of her acts. She made men erect, just by doing her chores, and that made her feel incredibly sexy.

After she got home, Raven went even further and told her to tell Alvor about it all, about every wandering eye, every unnecessary stretch and bend, and while she did what Raven said, Raven undid Alvor's trousers and stroked his cock.

Alvor seemed jealous at first, but Raven whispered sweet nothings into his ear, about how every man would go to sleep wishing they could be half as lucky as him, and as she finished, Raven told her to slowly take off her clothes, and encouraged Alvor to mark his territory.

That session was rough, with Alvor becoming incredibly dominant as he pounded her into the bed, making her cry his name again and again, swearing her love and devotion to him.

She'd woken up so incredibly sore, and yet so very satisfied. Alvor had opened his eyes, put his hand on her head and pushed it down to his crotch, a show of dominance that made her sore womanhood dripping wet. He'd never have dared before, and she couldn't say she disliked the change.

She'd dreamt that night of doing the same again, only not wearing anything at all, showing off her naked body to everyone, but that was ridiculous.

Of course she'd also had an idea of her own, with Gerdur sending for reinforcements with all this talk of dragons, there'd be more guards hopefully, and she was cutting into Alvor's time.

But once again, Raven had the answer. This one had been harder to accept than Raven's lewder suggestions, but she explained that sometimes a woman had to manipulate the man of her life into listening to her.

Alvor would never accept that he needed help, he was too proud of his work to let anyone else butt in, but Raven had a suggestion.

She'd taken him aside, after both she and Raven had made sure he was nice and relaxed, in a more open mindset, and she'd had a serious talk with him.

Admittedly while they were both naked and she was stroking him back to full hardness.

She'd explained that Alvor was too important to Riverwood and with a war on, cultists in the woods and dragons returning, life was more unpredictable than ever.

If they lost him, Riverwood would be all but doomed, playing to his Nordic manly pride as she started to use her breasts like Raven told her to.

Who else would repair the guards weapons? Keep the sawmill operating? Riverwood needed him, and it couldn't afford to lose him. She knew her words made him happy, perhaps even more than her breasts did. Raven was right, flattery was damn effective.

So she'd suggested he take a proper apprentice, someone he could teach to do the easier tasks, and she'd even had a suggestion for who.

Frodnar, the young son of Gerdur and Hod, a mischievous troublemaker who could use some discipline, and after some grumbling (which she distracted him from with her 'feminine wiles' as Raven would put it), he reluctantly agreed, so long as Gerdur was alright with it.

The boy was old enough to start learning a trade, having fifteen winters or so.

She'd brought Gerdur around less than an hour later, not giving him time to change his mind, and Gerdur had loved the idea, making her troublesome son a contributing member of the village instead of a troublemaker. She'd even given Alvor permission to be harsh on him if he misbehaved.

Gerdur had liked the idea so much, Alvor couldn't possibly change his mind after agreeing, and she'd gotten what she wanted.

It was as Gerdur left that she noticed something else, Alvor's eyes followed Gerdur out, but they lingered on her body. She understood, Gerdur was a fine young woman, hardworking and beautiful.

She wore thick concealing clothes, and Sigrid couldn't help but feel it was a waste, Gerdur had a fine figure, something that her time with Raven had taught her to appreciate, but even with them it was clear Gerdur had a figure to match her own.

And Alvor couldn't take his eyes off it, but even as he looked guilty, she remembered. Looking didn't hurt anyone, and she'd watched Alvor and Raven so many times, would touching even hurt?

The image of Gerdur on their bed, legs spread and Alvor pounded her made her grow damp below.

She'd explained this to Raven, admittedly while Raven helped her deal with her lust since Alvor had work to do, her skilful tongue and magic hands bringing her to the edge only to stop at the last second.

Raven liked doing that, making her beg to be pushed over the edge, while her legs were clamped around Raven's head.

After Raven had finally let her climax, and she'd returned the favour, Raven had explained the concept of 'swinging'.

It sounded so terribly taboo, men and women, some married some single, letting their partners pleasure friends and strangers alike, but she couldn't deny the idea had a certain appeal to it.

She'd asked Alvor that night if he found Gerdur attractive, and when he stuttered out excuses, she'd admitted that she was attracted to the other woman, and that she wouldn't judge.

He'd admitted to finding her appealing, and a few other women around the village as well, specifically Camilla and Delphine.

She was rather surprised that she hadn't been jealous at all, but she guessed she had watched her man make Raven his cumdump enough not to care about him fantasising about other women.

Removing her dress, she chuckled aloud, and lowered herself into the bathtub, she leaned back and smiled slightly.

The past her would have been disgusted or judging at her current lifestyle, but she couldn't deny that almost every aspect of her life seemed better now.

Rubbing herself down, she paused as she strained her ears, hearing quiet footsteps moving around the house. Alvor had to go to the mill to look at the saw, apparently one of the logs had been unnaturally tough and had damaged it, Dorthe had gone with him because she liked following him as he worked.

It could be Raven, which made her smile slightly as she waited for the wench to enter, but as the door to the bathroom creaked open slightly, she paused.

Raven was many things, but she wasn't shy. Raven would open the door and walk in, as naked as the day she was born, without a hint of shame.

She wouldn't be peeking through a crack in the door, but then it occurred to her as she paused. Frodnar was at the forge doing some minor chores earlier, and he hadn't gone with Alvor to the mill.

Spotting the eye peeking at her, she considered her options. The old Sigrid would have covered up quickly, grabbed Frodnar by the ear and dragged him to Gerdur, but in truth she was mostly just amused by the teens actions.

Her breasts might just be the first he'd ever seen, unless he peeked at his mother bathing as well, and Alvor didn't mind other men looking at her.

Deciding to let the little brat have his fun, she pretended not to notice as she cleaned her body, deliberately taking her time as she cleaned her breasts.

Standing up in the tub, she bent over slightly as she reached for a cloth, her ass sticking out towards the door as she heard a quiet gasp, and couldn't believe the idiot actually thought he was being subtle.

Deciding to mess with him a little, she stepped out of the tub and walked towards the door, hearing his footsteps quickly run away before a door opened and closed.

The fool. The room closest to the bathroom was her and Alvor's bedroom, and as she stepped out of the bathroom she headed towards her room, slowly opening the door.

Frodnar wasn't as smart as he thought, and as she entered she could see his foot under the bed, having not been able to fully hide himself in time, and moving to the bed herself she dropped her towel next to it, knowing it had landed close to his face.

Laying on the bed, she paused for a moment.

Was she really going to do this?

Slowly moving her hands down her body, she decided that she was. Her fingers reaching between her legs and teasing her wet slit as she let out a quiet moan.

Moving her other hand to her breast, she mentally admitted that it didn't feel as good as when Raven did it, but the taboo nature of having someone listening to her playing with herself added a new edge to her pleasure, sliding a finger into her pussy, quickly joined by a second as she moaned.

She could hear the sound of his quickened breathing beneath her, and as she closed her eyes and pumped her fingers, she could almost imagine him standing next to the bed, watching her properly instead of cowering under it.

Raven said she was a 'suppressed exhibitionist', that she liked to be watched, and she couldn't disagree as she rapidly fingered herself, moaning louder and louder as she approached her climax.

She could hear the sounds of clothes ruffling beneath her, followed by his quickened breath as her eyes shot open. He was touching himself to the sound of her pleasure.

The thought pushed her over the edge, a low moan filling the room as she panted, getting off the bed.

"Get out from under there, right now," Sigrid said, making her mind up as she heard him gasp in horror, hiding her smile as he shuffled out from under the bed, pale as snow with his trousers undone and pulled down, a somewhat small hard shaft hanging out. He wasn't a fully grown man yet, so comparing him to Alvor wasn't fair. "Really? You've been here for one day and you're already spying on me?"

"I- umm, I didn't mean-"

"You didn't mean to watch me bathe? Or to play with yourself while I enjoyed some private time?" Sigrid asks coldly, making him shut up immediately.

Crossing her arms under her breasts, she watched as his gaze started to lower to her naked body.

"Eyes up, do you know how much trouble you're in?" Sigrid scolded, stepping forwards as he backed up and into the wall.

Too afraid to speak, he stared up at her with an unhealthily pale face, flinching as she placed a hand against the wall, trapping him in place.

Her breasts were inches from his face.

"How much trouble would you be in if I told your mother, or Alvor?" Sigrid asked, making him turn almost green.

"I-"

"Luckily for you, I'm in a good mood," Sigrid said calmly, making some colour return to his face.

"Y-you won't tell them?" Frodnar stuttered as she smirked, placing her other hand on his chin and forcing him to look up at her as his eyes wandered again.

"No, I won't," Sigrid started, pausing as Frodnar let out a sigh of relief. "As long as you behave better from now on." she continued as he let his guard down. "Did you finish all your tasks before you decided to come and spy on me?"

"I- no, ma'am," Frodnar admitted, making her shake her head disappointedly.

"Then I suggest you go and finish them all, before Alvor returns. And I don't want to hear about you doing them lazily, I expect them all to be done perfectly," Sigrid said, leaning forwards until their faces were almost touching. "Then you'll come back to me and we'll talk about what other chores you're going to do to make up for this. Am I clear?" Sigird said, her tone stern as he nodded rapidly.

"Y-yes, ma'am! I-I'll do it all now, I promise," Frodnar said quickly, making her smirk before she paused, feeling something hard against her bare thigh.

Looking down, she gave him a raised eyebrow at the sight of his cock, fully erect and pressing against her upper thigh, his face paling again.

Unable to stop herself, she reached down and grasped his length, making his eyes widen in shock and lust before she calmly fixed his trousers, covering him up. When she spotted the sheer disappointment on his face, she almost laughed outright.

"Down, boy. You've not been nearly a good enough boy for a reward like that, have you?" Sigrid teased, stepping back and letting him out of the corner she'd trapped him in with a flirty smile. "Now run along, you have a lot of work to do."

As Frodnar fled the room, face burning, she waited for the door to close before she burst into giggles. Raven said teasing men and boys was one of her favourite ways to relieve stress, and get men to do what she wanted, but she didn't think it'd be this fun.

Oh Gods, she just grasped a cock that didn't belong to her husband, if only for a second. What in oblivion was wrong with her?

But Alvor groped Raven regularly, so why was this any different?

Still, the guilt and arousal made her shake her head as she dried herself off and got dressed again. She needed to talk to someone about this, and really who else would she talk to other than Raven?

The younger woman had rapidly become her closest friend, her secret lover, and a trusted confidant.

Raven was a blessing on Riverwood, and her family.

— Raven —

Riverwood is so damn idyllic that I have a burning need to corrupt it all. Hardworking, loyal and so utterly boring.

Dorthe being kidnapped was the most interesting thing that's happened here in months, and I want to change that.

I'm a Warlock of Sanguine now, and surely my new God would be pleased if I was to make this little Nordic town a den of debauchery and revelry?

I always loved Sanguine, his quests were always the best. In Oblivion it was as simple as livening up a dull stuffy party by casting a spell to make everyone naked, I always knew it was only because of the age rating that the spell didn't cause an orgy instead, and in Skyrim it's just a drunken night of revelry followed by the hangover of a lifetime.

Besides, why should Skyrim be so prudish? Dibella is basic Tamriel Aphrodite, and she's one of their beloved Nine/Eight Divines.

Skyrim needs to loosen up and have some fun, and who better than me to awaken it to the joys of lowered inhibitions and hedonism? Sure, as a succubus I'd benefit from it, but who the hell cares about that?

I just think this place would be better if people were a little more open minded, and a lot more open legged.

Sigrid and Alvor are my test subjects on how I can spread my degeneracy, and it's gone brilliantly. Alvor is probably the most respected man in Riverwood, and he's taken to his new life brilliantly; he's proven quite the dominant man and he definitely enjoys having Sigrid and I to slake his lusts.

But I want to truly see how far I can push things with them, and start working on the rest of the village.

Heading back into the village, I give the young guard at the gate a flirtatious smile, amused at his blush as he immediately lets me in.

"Thanks, have a good shift!" I say cheerfully, making him stutter a response, but I've already headed past him and don't listen to him, hearing another guard needling him about it as the gate closes again.

It's good to be on good terms with the locals, and pleasantries like that work well for making sure they have a positive image of me.

It actually takes me a moment to notice when things suddenly change, but as I notice that I can't hear anything, I stop in place, spotting a village woman frozen in place mindstep.

Okay…

Looking up, I notice a bird frozen in mid-flight, and immediately realise something very wrong is happening here.

With no other sounds at all, the sound of someone's footsteps stands out so much more than normal, drawing my attention to the center of the town where a hooded figure is calmly approaching me, wearing an incredibly beautiful black and red robe with a black staff in one hand.

As she approaches, I see a pair of jewel-like amethyst eyes peering out from under the hood, standing making her alluring face stand out even more.

Honestly I'd call her more cute than sexy, even if I really shouldn't be focusing on that right now since she's apparently stopped time.

"You're Raven, aren't you?" she asks, her voice sounding like a typical medieval fantasy princess.

"I am-"

"Good, prepare yourself. My father wishes to speak with you, and I'm afraid you don't get to refuse." she says calmly, and as I go to open my mouth she calmly taped her staff against the ground, a flash of light blinding me.

— Bonus Scene - Noire Virvaris —

There were a grand total of two people who could make her act as a messenger or delivery girl.

Not only was she the princess of a rather powerful kingdom, she was also an incredibly powerful Mage and Planeswalker.

Her mother could get her to play messenger, despite the fact that she had long since surpassed her in power, and the only other person who could get her to do such trivial things was her father.

"Thanks, honey." Kuro said lazily, making her straighten up despite herself. "So, how are you enjoying Skyrim?" he said, turning to the girl she just… relocated.

"I… umm, it's been a lot of fun." Raven said quietly, staring at her father in shock. It didn't surprise her, anyone with any magical affinity could feel the limitless power inside him.

There were entire planes filled with powerful magic casters, and all their magic combined wouldn't even compare to a sliver of her fathers.

"Yes, I've had Kumi send me your highlights. You've definitely been having fun." Kuro said lazily, resting his head on his hand.

"Kumi? Are you from the guild? Have I done something wrong, sir?" Raven said, making her smirk slightly. How quickly people became respectful and obedient when they realised how utterly outmatched they were.

"Nah, nothing like that. Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Kuro Tepes, one of the four founders of the Guild, and I decided to call you here to clear an old favour." her father explained, lounging in his throne as she walked up and stood next to him.

"A-a founder!? Oh- it's an honour sir, is there anything I can do to thank you for giving me this chance?" Raven said as she paused, diving into Raven's mind.

Ugh, she was one of those. She wasn't trying to suck up to her father, she was barely stopping herself from throwing herself at him.

"No- well, not right now anyway." Kuro said easily, smiling lazily. "But I should explain a few things first. Firstly, your world is in an isolated corner of my multiverse, Kumi is one of my daughters, as is Noire here." Kuro said, gesturing at her. "And I didn't give you the chance, you were marked from a very young age for recruitment into the guild."

"May I ask why?" Raven said, trying to suppress the lust in her voice. Typical succubus, someone like her father was an all you can eat buffet to beings that fed on other people's energies, of any type.

"Simply put, you're the great granddaughter of my… colleague? Something like that, Grayson Raum." Kuro explained, watching as Raven's eyes widened. "Long story short, your grandfather decided cult life wasn't for him, apparently being born a demigod with a world full of worshippers and unlimited power isn't enough for some people, and he wanted to live a 'normal life'. Gray allowed it, sent him to your magicless world, and your family remained entirely boring… until you came along, you adorable little psychopath." Kuro teased, Raven's eyes widened in shock and confusion as she worked through her emotions.

"I could have been a demigod?" Raven asked quietly, making Kuro nod lazily.

"Yup, in Gray's home world all his children and descendants are basically demigods, as Gray himself is a Demon God, so you'd have been a demigoddess with basically unlimited power and an army of servants to tend to your every whim." Kuro said, obviously fuelling the anger burning inside her.

"And I lost out on that because my grandfather decided that being a god wasn't enough?" Raven said, almost snarling as Kuro chuckled.

"Yup. Well, oddly enough he kept the demigod powers himself, he just had his lifespan shortened to a more mortal one, and made sure his powers wouldn't be passed down." Kuro said with a shrug.

Watching as Raven barely stopped herself from shaking in rage, claw-like fingernails cutting into the palm of her hand, Noire shook her head. Her father liked causing trouble entirely too much.

"But luckily for you, Gray made sure to keep an eye on your family in case anyone showed… an interest in more than a mundane life, and then you showed up. But he doesn't like showing favouritism with his Gamers, so he asked me to take you as one of my projects instead. He's weird like that, also I kinda owe him because I keep dumping my guild paperwork on him." Kuro explained shamelessly.

"You have paperwork?" Raven asked,

"Nope, I didn't become a multiverse-ending omnipotent being to do paperwork, and I don't care what Gray or Shiro say. I have people to do most of it, and whatever I can't push onto my people, I can definitely push onto the other founders." Kuro explained, showing a complete lack of shame at his laziness. "Well, not Kuro 2, because he's actually lazier than me, and not a Shiro because I don't like owing Shiro anything, but I can definitely get Gray to do my work."

Noire was very well acquainted with her fathers work ethic, or utter lack of one, but she didn't hold it against him. Maybe at heart she was a little bit of a daddy's girl, but she'd crush the mind of anyone brave enough to call her out on it.

"Of course, the powerful don't have to do anything they don't want to, and you are very powerful." Raven said with a smile.

"That I am, and unlike Gray, I really don't give a shit about blatant favoritism, I only have two new Gamers at the moment and honestly the Supervillain guy really doesn't need the help, plus hard working people like him scare me." Kuro admitted, as if he couldn't destroy entire solar systems with a sneeze. "So, to settle my debt with your old man, I've decided to give you a helping hand. and as I mentioned, I never do anything myself if I can avoid it."

Wait, he didn't mean.

"So by me, I mean Noire here." Kuro finished as she turned to face her lazy father, seeing him grinning up at her. "Oh don't be like that, you could use a friend."

"I have friends, lots of friends." Noire argued. Well, kinda. She liked her servants and they liked her, wasn't that the same? Admittedly she only had a small few people that she could actually see as true friends.

"And you could use another, so I've decided you'll be her mentor." Kuro explained as she paused and immediately sighed. "It's been a while since you've taken an apprentice, even longer since you took a Gamer apprentice."

"This was mothers idea, wasn't it?" Noire said with a deep sigh.

"Oh absolutely. Don't worry, I have a present for you for when you do well." Kuro said, reaching up and ruffling her perfectly styled hair.

"Don't you mean if I do well?" Noire asked, already having given up. If both her parents wanted her to take this complete degenerate as her apprentice, she had no way of getting out of it.

She might be able to argue with one parent if she thought they were being unreasonable, but not both of them.

"Nope, I know you. You always do well, and you've never let me down." her father said as she blushed slightly.

He was flattering her to stop her from arguing.

"Ugh, very well. As you wish, father." Noire said, turning to her new apprentice.

"Look at it this way, 'apprentice' is just a fancy way of saying 'unpaid servant'." Kuro pointed out, making her pause.

Well, that was true. As any Archmage knew, apprentices were the best source of unpaid magical labour in the world. Even slaves weren't as useful, or as willing to do let you experiment on them.

"I can teach her however I wish?" Noire asked, turning to Raven in growing contemplation.

"Well, don't kill her." Kuro said, before pausing. "Or if you do, bring her back afterwards."

"Hmph. Fine, I suppose I can take some time out of my busy schedule to teach her." Noire said after a moment of thought, making Kuro smile at her. "If that is all father, I'd like to get started immediately."

"Well, I was planning on fucking Raven's brains out, but that can wait a bit. Have fun, honey," Kuro said calmly, giving her a kiss on the cheek, which was a little off center and landed at the edge of her mouth as she rolled her eyes, her cheeks turning red.

"I will try. Goodbye father, try not to cause too much trouble while I'm gone." Noire replied, hugging her lazy father tightly, her admittedly small breasts pressed against his chest and his hand reaching around and cupping her firm, toned backside.

How did he still manage to make her so embarrassed when they'd been lovers for so long?

"We both know that's a lost cause, take care, Noire." Kuro said as she broke the hug, turning to her new 'friend'.

"Let's go, if I'm going to be teaching you I certainly am going to test you first." Noire said as she grabbed her staff from where it was leaning against Kuro's throne.

"Wait, can we stay here a bit longer? Lord Kuro said something about fucking my brains out and I am 100% down for it." Raven said quickly as she rolled her eyes, giving her perverted father a dirty look.

"No." Noire replied simply.

"But I can give you a taste." Kuro added, pointing a finger at her as a bolt of pink energy shot out at the horny slut, a loud scream of pleasure filling the room.

Ahh yes, Eromancy. Watching as the girl fell to the floor, eyes rolled back in her head as she convulsed from the repeated orgasms, Noire rolled her eyes again as she tapped her staff on the ground, teleporting both herself and her new problem out of her fathers realm.