#harkon x reader

[ma1dmer]

The Elder Scrolls - Harkon NSFW

i am trying to convince myself that this man doesn't look like my father, HE DOES NOT, its just his dumb goatie

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): he'll order for a bath to be drawn for you, candles lit up , tea while you sit in the warm water and any of his thralls at your immediate command

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): neck and collarbone area, he'll purposefully rest his hand at the back of your neck ,gently rubbing circles across your pulse point to feel your heartbeat, or he'll trail kisses up your arms to your shoulder and then up your neck, lingering at the little spot right behind your ear or at the hollow of your throat before he reaches your lips , he gets you expensive collars and necklaces to wear and show off,

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): will hand you something to clean yourself up after he is done, he doesn't care much for the mess

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): would definitely be into a bdsm dynamic, he wants to own you in every way possible, will shower you in lavish gifts and make sure you are always protected, however you'll belong to him , you'll be under his command , rewarded and punished as he sees fit

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): he has a lot of experience, has been alive for so long and it shows in the simple ways he can have you aching

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): he wants you bent over some sort of surface, a table or something, will kick your feet apart to spread your legs for him to fit behind you properly

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): he can be very intense, definitely on the more serious side 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): keeps himself trimmed and clean, makes sure he is always presentable 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): he can be very romantic but keeps most of it outside the bedroom, roses and a hearty meal for you before he brings you to his bedroom or suggests something more risque for your evening together

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): no longer has the need to masturbate and even so he’d prefer having you help him in this case, burying himself in you or in your mouth, but does enjoy watching you however, will pour himself some wine and sit back telling you how exactly to touch yourself, how to position yourself so he has the perfect view etc

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): pet play, some mild primal play, bdsm etc

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): the privacy of a bedroom, its not out of being particularly shy or something, its just more comfortable, however he is not above playing a few, games with you outside in the dark ,or sometimes flaunting you to the rest of the clan 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): being direct with him, he is an old man and has better things to concern himself than you playing coy games with him, tell him what you want and he'll be more than happy to help you out 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): probably anything to do with him being more submissive, it does not work for him at all

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): big fan of cock warming, keeping you on his cock for as long as he sees fit ,pretending he forgot you were even there as he strokes your hair and chuckles deeply , he will make sure to reward you later if you are good for him, returns the favour in earnest after of course living a trail of bitemarks on your thighs before throwing your legs over his shoulders and diving in properly for your reward

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): slow and rough, will drive his hips against yours with purpose, holding you tightly and leaning over you to drag his teeth against your shoulders

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): he has all the time in the world, sees no reason why he should be rushed

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): he has had plenty of time to figure out what he likes and doesn't like so he really doesn't feel the need to experiment any longer but might indulge you if he is in a giving mood

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): as a vampire he has a lot of stamina so it usually depends on how much you can take

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): definitely has a collection he uses on you, its all stashed in his room in a hidden wardrobe with a heavy lock and a key only he has access to, every time he wants to use something on you ,he'll have you kneel and wait patiently while he looks over the collection pondering how to torment you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he can be quite cruel with his teasing when he is punishing you, edging you and sending you off over and over again for days on end

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): he groans lowly, his voice rumbling from deep within his chest as he praises you and tells you what he expects from you,otherwise he remains pretty quiet

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): one of his most favoured ways to punish you is letting you get yourself off on his thigh or leg ,grinding against his boot until you cum even if it takes you hours and you are sobbing by the end,doesn’t even gaze down at you and then sends you off with a wave of his hand barely acknowledging you, definitely into some sort of boot worship

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): average but on the thicker side with a prominent vein on the side 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): he is very much in control of his needs, doesn’t have a high libido, but he does enjoy helping you out ,adores knowing you want him even if he remains entirely unaffected 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): as a vampire he doesn’t sleep often but when he does it’s by himself in his coffin, doesn’t like to be disturbed 

[can-i-be-your-blue]

Idk about you guys but I want to fuck Serena's dad (got a mod that revamps him, it's called bloodline valkiher family)

Somebody make smut about him when he looks like this, I want to Dom him and pull his pretty hair

[captain039]

The tieflings of Elturel

Zevlor x tiefling!reader

Warnings: AOB, age gap, angst, gore, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, claiming, Male Tav insert (Druid elf)

I’m honestly terrible at remember names lol I’m gonna get them wrong xD

Upon arriving to the Grove you were so happy for shelter, for some relaxation and peace. The druids however were not all inclined to you staying despite what Halsin said. You were exhausted from the days on the road, from the fall, you don’t know how much more your omega body could handle. You weren’t the only omega though and you had to help your people. You were sorting out some supplies when you saw Zevlor, a stern look on his face. Gods what did those Druids do now? you sighed a little continuing your sorting before Zevlor called your name. You perked up as he cocked his head for you to follow and you did. You followed him through the stone doors and into his private area.

“What is it?” You asked sensing the alphas stress.

“The Druids want us gone, with Halsin not here-“ he growled and you gulped a little trying to calm him with your scent. He was usually so composed, but with what’s been happening lately he was getting ready to burst.

“Apologies child I-“ he sighed back turned to you as you stepped closer.

“It’s alright, what can I do?” You asked as he turned to you.

“You’ve done too much already, I want you to rest” he said and you hesitated.

“I have to help-“ you gestured out the door referring to the camp.

“Zevlor!” Tilses called rushing in.

“What is it?” Zevlor asked now on high alert.

“Aradin and his crew are back, but we’ve got problems-“ before the woman could finish Zevlor growled and stormed out, you following suit. You headed to the gate seeing Aradin and his fighters and a pack of goblins behind him. It happened quickly, Harkon got shot, his dead body falling to the floor. The gate slid shut as you ducked from more arrows. You saw Wyll out the corner of your eye as he jumped down the rocks to help. You prepared a spell, protecting the fighters down below, concentrating your magic on them as they fought. Zevlor knelt close to the edge his crossbow in hand. You saw another group appear behind the goblins and they began fighting as well. You extended your protection to them feeling the drain heavily in your body as you pushed through. The fighting stopped and you fell to your knees.

“Everyone inside now!” Zevlor yelled as the gate was opened.

“Gods, are you alright?” He asked as you nodded smiling weakly.

“Just need a moment” you muttered as you tried to get up. Zevlor caught you quickly and you felt your body tingle in response.

“Sorry-“ you forced your body up taking in his alpha scent as he gave you a worried look.

“I’ll be fine, we’ve got company it seems” you said glancing to the four travellers. You smiled and waved the older alpha off who hesitated, but nodded. You headed back to your camp a headache brewing as you sat in your bedroll.

“Excuse me” you frowned looking up seeing the group and standing back up.

“I wanted to thank you for your help” you smiled at the beta elf before glancing to his companions.

“Of course, did any goblins get you?” You asked and they shook their heads.

“Netties the healer in the sanctuary, I don’t know if they’ll let you in though, Arron’s the trader also he is just up there” you pointed and they nodded.

“Zevlor will want to speak to you too, he’s-“ you searched for your leader.

“Probably through that stone door down there” you pointed again.

“Thank you” The elf said and you nodded smiling.

“If you need gear see Dammon, he’s by the sorry excuse of a forge” you chuckled making the elf smile.

“Are you alright?” One of his companions asked, a human, just above the shoulder length brown hair and purple robes.

“Yes, just tired, that spell takes a lot out of you” you said.

“Of course, I’ve never seen it before” he added intrigued.

“Tiefling secret” you chuckled.

“Ah of course” the man grinned.

“Best of luck on your journey” you said as they left with goodbyes. You sagged a bit going back to your bed and laying down. You fell asleep some time someone nudging you awake gently. You shot up before Zevlor scent and voice hit you.

“Easy, it’s just me” he said and you sighed in relief looking to him and the two bowls he had.

“It’s not much again” he said handing you the simple stew and spoon.

“It’s food” you shrugged as the older alpha sat by you. You ate in silence seeing the travelling group still here.

“Hung around did they?” You asked nodding to them.

“Hm? Yes they’ve agreed to help us surprisingly, I don’t know how, killing a whole goblin came can’t be that easy” Zevlor chuckled softly and you smiled.

“They seem to be a powerful bunch, gods know we need the help” you said lying your empty bowl down.

“How are you feeling?” He asked looking to you. You hesitated, honestly you felt ready to burst from exhaustion and everything that’s happened, you had no safe space or comfort to find and you were always on edge.

“I’m alright just a bit tired” you lied shrugging as you avoided his worried eyes.

“You can’t lie to me omega” he muttered and you flushed embarrassed, hiking your knees to your chest, tail coming around you.

“If I tell the truth you won’t let me do anything” you grumbled a bit with a sigh.

“You’ve done too much already, I need you strong” he said and you gulped silently.

“I sleep, I eat, I have a bed and shelter, I’ll be fine tomorrow promise” you stated shutting yourself off trying to avoid breathing in the calming alpha scent he was giving off.

“Very well, do sleep well child” he said taking your bowl and leaving. You cursed yourself softly and laid back on the bed, gods you hated this and this situation. You hated even more that you felt connected to Zevlor somehow, his scent always stood out from the others, so much more inviting, you craved to be near him at all times. You were in his eyes a child though despite being an adult, he’d never see you as a potential mate or companion, not that you should be thinking about that now. Every night you wished you could lay in his bedroll with him, curled up against him, his warmth and scent surrounding you, it would bring you comfort, stop this ache and need.

[shinra33459]

Skyrim Argonian Husbandos x Human!Reader Headcanons

Art Credit - ArtOfZaromi on DeviantArt

Writing for Argonians. I have mods that allow some of the base NPCs to be followers as well, so this also applies to them as well

Derkeethus

You two first met when you rescued him from Darkwater Pass at the request of his friend and coworker, Sondas. Simple enough of a rescue all things considered. You then recruited him as a follower.

He was quick with a sword and deadly accurate with a bow, not many stood a chance. He had some experience in combat, most likely from some kind of military or mercenary experience.

Wherever he got his experience from, he did know how to communicate with humans better than the average Argonian. Instead of using intricate body language cues that only other Argonians would understand, he used human body language.

Instead of jumping straight into the war, you decided to join the Companions to sharpen both of your skills and bring glory to yourselves.

After becoming the Harbinger, you then dealt with the Dragon Crisis first and foremost; the Civil War was going to have to wait, no matter what Ulfric Stormcloak or General Tullius had to say.

After retrieving certain documents in the Thalmor Embassy showing Ulfric was a Thalmor asset in waiting, you joined the Imperial Legion together.

You ended the war and protected the security of the Empire. Your efforts extended to Harkon and his vampires, as well as Miraak. You married him after all of this and retired to a cabin in the woods, living off the land and hunting.

Scouts-Many-Marshes

You found him working the docks in Windhelm for a meager pittance. He and the other Argonians were cold and hungry, making barely enough to have food in their bellies.

Despite you being a human, he held no ill-will towards you individually, unlike his friend Neetrenaza.

You were disgusted at what the Nords here put these poor Argonians through. Poor pay and living out of a small warehouse room. That wasn't fair, nor was it right.

You exchanged some rather fierce words with Torbjorn Shatter-Shield, their boss. The man knew that if he didn't listen to you, his head would be rolling on the floor of his home.

After the Argonians were getting paid better, he decided to tag along with you in your quests, supporting you however he could. However, he was still very much a newbie when it came to combat.

Both of you joined the Imperial Legion together. Seeing what the Nords were doing in Windhelm alone was enough to stir you into action.

The Civil War was long and bloody, with both of you getting injured at times. Once you two closed in on Windhelm, he left to go back to the city to ensure the safety of the Argonians at the docks.

After the war, you two got married, and took on the Dragon Crisis, the Vampires, and Miraak. After the fighting and adventures came to an end, you two got settled down and enjoyed a nice and quiet life.

Jaree-Ra

You saw the shifty Argonian the minute you walked into Solitude, looking for some person to con into whatever he was planning to do. This close to the coast, he had to be a pirate of some sort.

He enlisted your services to put out the lighthouse fire at the Solitude Lighthouse, ensuring that the Icerunner would run aground. Simple enough of a job to do.

Your hunch about him turned out to be true, when you snuck into the Blackblood Marauders' base of operations and found that Jaree-Ra was going to use whoever put out the lighthouse as a patsy.

When returning to Solitude, you confronted him, and boy was he surprised that you found out. After that, you became an equal partner in that venture.

You were rather clever for a softskin, even more so than himself, and that was a trait he admired. Cunning and intelligence was what you and he needed to survive in your line of work.

Afterwards, you, Jaree, and Deeja joined the Thieves Guild after the Icerunner situation, with you eventually taking the helm of the Guild.

You chose to join the Empire in the Civil War, knowing that Maven Black-Briar would eventually be the Jarl; it was simply a choice of business, not one of morality.

You married Jaree-Ra after the war had come to an end. The Dragon Crisis, vampires, Miraak, and much more got dealt with. Afterwards, you bought a ship and took Jaree and Deeja as some of your crew as you now sailed the high seas as a pirate.

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Skyrim Masterlist

A/N: The reader is almost always gender neutral unless I specified differently in the title.

My other Masterlists are -> here

Scenarios

When you hug them (Aela the Huntress, Ghorza gra-bagol, Grelka, Shahvee, Balimund, Derkeethus, Farkus, Vilkas, Scouts-Many-Marshes, Ghorbash the iron hand, Brynjolf, Cicero, Lord Harkon, Serana)

If you can't swim (Shahvee, Derkeethus, Scout-many-marshes)

Relaxing with their S/O (Aela the Huntress, Cicero, Serana)

S/O is the Same Gender as Them (Aela the Huntress, Shahvee, Balimund, Farkas, Vilkas, and Scout-many-marshes.)

He celebrates your birthday with you (Derkeethus)

Oneshots

Accidental Insanity (Cicero x Assassin!Reader)

Headcannons

Coming soon...

[xthe-writing-vampirex]

If you feel up to it and have time, could you please write something about Akari? I would love a plus size y/n insert with a more romantic undertone if you're comfortable with it? Nothing rated R, but fluffy and sweet stuff that's romantic would be amazing. Oh! And if Akari could act kinda cat like too that would be awesome!

So I had to give more context than anything with this and didnt fully know how to slip in the fact that Y/N is plus sized. Anyway REQUEST MORE WITH MY OCS PLEASE YOU WILL WIN MY HEART, I love my OCs dearly and writing them for people is amazing. I'm always happy to write more. I'm thinking they get closer and he calls Y/N beautiful and Y/N has body insecurities that he helps with because I can definitely see my sweet boi doing that💕

Ah'kari x Reader

Word Count: 1,183

Warnings: fear, mentions blood, injury, mentions abuse

Fandom: The Elder Scrolls

Parings: Ah'kari (my OC) x Reader

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Ah'kari had been working his way across Skyrim from the Volkihar Castle for days now. He was working to get all of the mortals Harkon was using as "vampire cattle" out of that evil place after seeing what they did to them. The Khajiit was a member of the dawnguard for years before being forcefully turned into a vampire lord by Harkon himself. Now he was forced to show up in the castle and the dawnguard didn't trust him enough to let him come back.

Being in this limbo, all alone, put him in a rather dark headspace. The only thing that really kept him going was his ability to help the dawnguard save the mortals the vampires kept stealing from their homes and loved ones. His most recent charge was Y/N, a (insert race here) with a fighting spirit and heart of gold. For your part you were grateful to have met the Khajiit in question, though his status as a vampire lord was a good reason not to trust him fully.

While in that castle you were hurt and almost drained completely multiple times. With that kind of trauma your Khajiit savior was understanding of your unwillingness to fully trust him. He was simply happy you were letting him help.

As time went on the two of you got closer. Ah'kari defended you with his life and did all he could to make sure you wouldn't experience any more pain. You wondered how something as evil as a vampire could have such a noble heart. Though your question was answered one night while the two of you sat in a makeshift tent in the plains of Whiterun. You'd been traveling for days and though you both wanted to make it to the Bannered Made in Whiterun, you were injured by a few bandits that jumped the two of you along the road.

They didn't get far, Ah'kari's obvious growl and clear abilities being enough to eventually scare them off. They did manage to cut open your side with a dagger however, before Ah'kari could go after them. You'd definitely learned something. Do not leave this man's side. As you groan in pain, Ah'kari moves towards you to try and help but you quickly back away. Blood was a trigger for them and you didn't exactly want to be a meal for anyone again, even if you cared for him.

Ah'kari nods in understanding before taking out the materials needed to make a tent. After finding a good location he begins building it, trying to be fast so you can lay down. Sadly for your stubborn nature you couldn't exactly stand up for long, collapsing from blood loss. After years of never having enough blood to even move around properly you were a bit weaker than normal and the cut took its toll.

As your eyes blink open, revealing a tent around you and a certain orange Khajiit near you, you jump up from your makeshift bed. Though the lightheadedness that immediately hits you informs you of your rather bad idea. Ah'kari moves to put a hand under your head and help you lay back down, causing you to flinch and move away despite your head protesting every second of your action. Cornered in a tent by a vampire while bleeding profusely from your side. This sounded like the start of a rather dark joke. That is until you realize there's something over your midsection.

"Wha-?" You say, confused as you look down at your stomach. A type of fur wrap has been applied to it and you were now in just your shiv (basically a long, loose gown looking white piece of clothing. It was used as a main type of underwear before the modern equivalent. It just feels right, don't come for me). Wait….that means he had seen you naked! You immediately blush, slightly forgetting about the fact that you were hurt.

"Uh…..sorry about that. You passed out and I had to do something or you'd have died. I didn't do anything other than wrap the cut. You have my word." He states, trying to give you your space while also reassuring you. You don't completely believe that at first but you don't feel any signs of anything more happening. Maybe it was the truth?

"W-Why didn't you drain me?" You ask, voice shaky from the entire incident. You wanted to believe his intentions were pure but all of your instincts were screaming at you. It was….a bit hard to think logically. Ah'kari looks a bit hurt from that line of questioning but quickly seems to remind himself of the reason you were together in the first place. Maybe this had happened many times before but with a very different outcome?

"Because I don't do that." He replies, amber colored eyes on you. Any other time you'd pay them no attention but now it felt like they were pinning you. You can't help what you say after. Given this trip and the fact that you just had to blindly trust him until now…..a part of you wanted answers.

"B-But why? You're one of them!" You say, voice raising a bit at the last part. Ah'kari blinks in surprise, concern on his features. His ears droop a bit a this before he answers you.

"Because I never wanted to be one of them. I was a member of the dawnguard for years before they turned me. Harkon tricked me. He made me believe that if I joined him then my friend would go free. I did what he wanted and he killed her anyway. I just…...I just want to use this curse to keep things like that from happening again." He explains, unable to look you in the eye.

You sat there for a moment, eyes wide at the reality of what he'd just said. He said he was a member of the dawnguard but until now that was all you knew. Without completely thinking you sit up, carefully closing the distance between the two of you. Feeling arms around his midsection the Khajiit's eyes widen, looking down at you. You have your eyes clenched closed, part of your face smushed against his ebony chest plate. The rest of you sits between his legs, curled up against him. This was the last thing he expected to happen. After being told you're a monster for so long one starts to believe it. The way you held onto him though…...it surprised him.

After a moment of him being still you begin to believe you've fucked up. That is, until you feel those strong arms wrap around your large frame, dwarfing you in size despite you not exactly being small. He takes care to avoid your injury and puts his head on yours, fur grazing your skin. His arms cause your sides to squish in as you hear something you never expected, a deep purr. A part of you always questioned if they could do that and now you had your answer. And boy was it cute.

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[therainroguefanfiction]

♆ Yandere (Lord Harkon) Belong to Me

📑 Table of Contents

Genre: Angst, Vampire ☁

Word Count: 1,881 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Harkon ☁

World: Skyrim ☁

Prompt: #6: ”How else would they know you belonged to me?” ☁

Author’s Note: This was requested for the Yandere Set! If you’d like to request your own, please see my post [here] to check and see which are available~ I don’t know much about his personality as I’ve only done his questline once, but hopefully this isn’t too OOC.

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Boots echoed off of the stone walls of Castle Volkihar’s dungeon. The air was pungent with the smell of mold, blood, and death. The candles flickering on the walls barely made a dent in the darkness and you had to strain your eyes to make out the silhouette that had come to a stop in front of your cell. The metal books shook as a key was inserted into the lock and turned, the hinges creating a high-pitched squeal as the door was pushed open.

“Wake up,” hissed one of the low-level vampires that stalked the halls of the castle, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. When you didn’t move, he jammed the toe of his boot into your side, making you wince in pain. As a reflex, you tried to move your body away from him, but your wrists were pinned above you by metal cuffs screwed into the hall and you could not move. He squatted down in front of you, cold hand gripping your chin tightly as his glowing eyes focused on your neck, bruised and scarred from Harkon’s weekly feedings. “Your blood smells so damn good~”

Despite your current position and lack of power, you managed to glare at the Redguard. “And you smell like mammoth ass,”

Anger flashed through his eyes and, as quick as sabrecat, he backhanded you, sending your head to the right as you cried out in pain, your skin stinging. You were sure it would have hurt less if you stuck your head in a beehive. “I suggest you watch your tongue, mortal.” He spat, moving his hand to your throat and forcing your head further to the side so he had more access to your exposed throat.

You tried to pull your body away, but between his iron grip and the cuffs binding you, you didn’t stand a chance. In the year that you had been stuck at Castle Volkihar, no one had fed from you except for Harkon which, you supposed, had been a bit of a blessing. If just one vampire feeding from you left you feeling so drained and cloudy-headed, you couldn’t imagine what it must feel like for the other cattle, who get fed from by multiple vampires, sometimes all at once.

You had to repress the urge to gag as his cracked lips pressed against your skin. On instinct, your body tensed up in preparation for the sharp sting, which you tried to control knowing it would only make it hurt worse. His fangs scraped against the skin, making you take a shaky breath.

You waited, but instead of a sharp sting in your neck, you felt ice-cold liquid spray across your reddened cheek. The Redguard’s body fell backward onto the ground, his head rolling across the room and blood spurting from his neck. Your wide eyes snapped to the shadow hovering in the doorway, blood dripping from its sharp claws.

Lord Harkon, in his vampire lord form, huffed haughtily as he stared at the corpse in disgust, flicking his hand to remove the blood. “What arrogance, trying to take what does not belong to him. Vingalmo!”

The Altmer vampire appeared at his side, hands clasped behind his back. “Yes, my lord?”

“Have Y/N brought to my chambers,” his lip curled back as if he smelled something foul. “And then clean up this mess.”

“Yes, my lord.” Vingalmo bowed as his lord floated away down the dark hall.

You kept your eyes on the ground as he unlocked one of the cuffs, your arm falling to your lap like a bag of rocks. It was so numb, you could only just move your fingertips. As he worked on the second cuff, your eyes scanned the corpse in front of you, wondering if he carried a weapon of some sort on him.

Sensing this, the male kept his arm on your wrist rather than letting your second arm drop. “Come now, Y/N, we both know what will happen if you attempt to escape.” His voice was kind enough, but you could hear the warning lingering beneath the surface and you knew it was no idle threat.

When you had first been brought to the castle, you were full of fight and determined to escape your bloodsucking captors. You had even gotten close a few times, but each attempt was met with consequence. Food was withheld from you, Harkon nearly drained you dry on more than one occasion, your leg had been snapped in half and, finally, you were chained within the castle’s dungeon, stripped of light and sound where you were left to your own thoughts for weeks without end.

Where had your fight gone? At this point, you were too exhausted to care. It just wasn’t worth fighting anymore. Maybe if you behaved, you could finally be set free from the dungeon.

Vingalmo helped you to your feet, draping your thin body over his shoulder. You groaned, voice hoarse from a mixture of lack of use and water. “I may walk with a limp now, but I can walk, you know.”

He hummed as if he didn’t believe you. “Perhaps so, but in your weakened state, it would take you a minimum of a month’s time to reach my lord’s chambers.”

‘It’s not my fault this damned castle is huge,’ Your eyes narrowed at the ground. His boney shoulder poked into your ribs with every step, but it paled in comparison to your cheek and ribs. Your eyes slid closed as he stepped out into the dining hall.

The room immediately fell silent, everyone turning to stare at the two of you. They could smell their fallen brother’s blood upon your skin and they stirred with unease, not knowing if you had caused his death.

You could feel their eyes burning into your skin, some filled with hatred, others with hunger. After all, you were just a piece of meat to them. How much longer could Harkon milk your body before the blood finally stopped flowing? Would your taste change as you got older, or would it taste the same? You knew very little about vampires because your family banned talk of them from the house, claiming the tales to be nothing more than some hogwash story told by a drunken old man.

There was no denying their existence now, not for you.

Vingalmo ascended the grand staircase, pausing to knock on Harkon’s door. With no response, he pushed the heavy metal door open, unfazed by the high-pitched whine of the worn hinges. He picked you up, setting you on your feet, but your weak legs couldn’t take the sudden weight and you crumbled to your knees.

He sent you a look, as if that proved his earlier point, before clearing his throat. “Wait here. Lord Harkon will be with you soon.” He paused in the doorway, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and tossing it at you. “Do try to clean up before he arrives.”

Your brow furrowed as he left the room, closing the door behind him. After so many escape attempts, why would he trust you to be alone? Maybe he sensed your growing compliance. After spending nearly two months in that dark, silent cell, he really couldn’t blame you.

You picked up the piece of cloth, scrubbing at your cheek and hoping you had gotten the majority of the blood off your skin. The skin was sensitive and it stung every time you touched it. With some effort, you managed to get the blood flowing back to your legs, trying to ignore the pins-and-needles feeling as you shakily got to your feet, the stone like ice against your skin.

You scanned the room, expecting to find Harkon standing within the shadows of the room, but you were alone. You moved closer to the fireplace, welcoming the warmth that was so rare within those walls. Your legs were starting to shake again, so you allowed your body to fall into the chair angled toward the fire.

A sigh passed your lips, eyes sliding closed as you focused on the crackling flames. For a moment, you felt at peace. At the very least, none of Harkon’s minions would be fool enough to enter his chambers without his permission, so you were safe from being used as a meal. You were so wrapped up in the temporary bliss that you didn’t notice the door opening and closing.

“Did I give you permission to sit upon my chair?”

Your body tensed and you nearly jumped out of the chair, wide eyes snapping toward the doorway where Harkon stood, arms crossed over his chest and thin brow raised. He stepped toward you, crooning his ringed index finger to indicate that he wanted you to stand. Slowly, you pulled yourself up, willing your legs not to give out on you again.

Harkon took your place, settling himself on the chair. To your surprise, he grabbed your hips and forced you back onto his lap, nails digging into your sides. Your heart raced at the sudden contact, a chill going down your spine when his breath fanned over your neck. “You seem to enjoy causing me trouble, Y/N.”

The way he hissed your name made your breath catch in your throat.

“To think that animal put his filthy hands on you,” His voice was measured, but the anger was clear as day to you as his hand lifted to your chin, tilting your head so he could observe your cheek. “Has he done this before?”

You weren’t sure if you should answer or not, but his grip on your waist and chin tightened in warning. “Y-Yeah… since he got here.”

Harkon’s aura darkened considerably. “And you didn’t feel the need to share this information?”

“I didn’t think it mattered,” you mumbled in response, feeling confused by his sudden change. Why was he so damn angry? You didn’t get it.

“Well, I intended to honor your will by not turning you, but…” He paused, his tongue licking up your neck, which was sensitive from all of his previous bites. “It seems I have been left with no choice.”

“W-Wait a minute -!” Fear gripped your heart and a surge of adrenaline rushed through your veins, but no matter how hard you fought, his grip was like steel.

But Harkon wasn’t listening, at least not to your words. “But, my dear Y/N, how else would they know you belonged to me? Listen to your heart race for me. I must admit, I will miss that sound, but I will grant you my gift, and you will rule by my side. Together, we will forge a realm of eternal darkness.”

“No, I -!”

His fangs sank into your neck, deeper than they ever had before. You cried out in pain, a searing heat rushing through your body as the curse entered your veins.

“No one else may touch you but I,” he hissed, dragging a nail across his wrist until blood poured from the wound. You tried to avoid him, but he forced his wrist upon your lips, the coppery taste of blood filling your mouth. “My blood flows within you now.”

The last thing you heard before darkness claimed you was the sound of his deep chuckle against your ear.

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[monstersandmaw]

Vampire musings...

So, I had a dream last night (I’ve clearly got Skyrim on the brain), about a Volkihar vampire who’s definitely not in the game... He’s Serana’s much younger brother, son of Harkon and Valerica (I doodled a rough impression of him in, bottom right below).

There’s no ‘blot out the sun’ plot (’Tyranny of the Sun’) in this universe because that’s stupid as shit and Harkon is not a stupid vampire lord... However, he is a real bastard, and did still imprision his daughter in Dimhollow Crypt for... reasons??? Separately to the son’s story, Serana and the dragonborn do their thing and thwart Harkon, but instead render him weakened and unable to leave Volkihar Castle... It’s all vague and background ok? She meets her brother for the first time, and they bond. It’s clear that the brother has some issues related to being locked in the castle all his life (200yrs or so), and Serana encourages him to go out and experience the world. Valerica, his mother (who was not sealed in the Soul Cairn either canon what canon), returns to the castle too at this time and supports this.

Unnamed vampire son does leave, and for a while travels with Serana, who senses that he’s got strong magic but has never been taught how to use it properly. He begins to learn with her, but she suggests that maybe going to the College of Winterhold would be good for him in more ways than one. (She wants her brother to experience a bit more of life, socialise, and perhaps even make some friends).

After a few months of travelling, they wind up in Winterhold. Serana says goodbye, and he heads up to the college to see about gaining admission. He does get in, but they know what he is, and Mirabelle Ervine, the Master Wizard, says that he must feed regularly by hunting local wildlife, and the moment he even thinks about laying so much as a finger - let alone a fang-tip - on a student, she will reduce him to a neat little pile of dust.

He agrees to her terms, they accept him, and he begins his studies there.

The other students don’t exactly take long to figure out what the shy loner is, and they do not like him for it. They prank him by leaving garlic in his bed etc. but there’s one student who refuses to take part in it, and doggedly continues to be his friend...

I have the rest plotted out, but I won’t bore you with it here. I’m supposed to be working on Mermay stuff, and I’ll definitely make sure it doesn’t get sidelined, but I’m excited to try and see if this goes anywhere, and to find out if anyone’s interested in a male vampire x female mage story - if you are, like this or get in touch! It will be based in Skyrim, but it won’t be necessary to have played or know anything about it to read it, I don’t think.

(P. S. my male ice dragon x cursed female reader will be going up later today here on Tumblr).

[therainrogue]

♆ The Yandere Files {5/26}

The Yandere Files set uses this prompt list (linked inside) and is all about being a yandere, whether it’s the reader or the character. The will be one fic for each prompt spanning across many different fandoms. The main character is a reader insert kept as gender-neutral as possible but may lean more toward female. Prompt 3 has two different stories for it because I didn't update the list fast enough after someone requested and I like to avoid confrontation.

YANDERE, n.: a person who is loving and caring to someone they like until their love, admiration, and devotion becomes mentally destructive in nature through overprotectiveness, violence, and/or brutality; mentally unstable and uses extreme violence or brutality as an outlet for their emotions; obsessed with the person they love and will go to extreme lengths such as kidnapping, murder, and/or stalking.

I shouldn't have to state that these are unhealthy relationships and, though this is purely fiction, you shouldn't read these if you are sensitive to such things.

If you're looking for a specific fandom, just use CTRL + F.

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Stay With Me (Serana) / Skyrim / romance, vampire

Safety (Atobe Keigo) / Prince of Tennis / angst

You'll See (Noyamano Ringo) / Air Gear / fluff, angst, romance

Belong to Me (Harkon) / Skyrim / angst, vampire

Lonely (America) / Hetalia / angst, slice of life

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♆      Waiting:

Feel free to leave suggestions for these prompts in the comments.

[x] = denotes a reserved prompt, subject to change. [✓] = denotes a written but unpublished prompt.

"You're here because I want you to be."

”What? So you love them more than me?”

”C’mon, smile for me! It’s not like I’ve done anything yet.”

”Don’t think of it as a ‘punishment’… it’s more of a lesson.”

“I’m trying to help! You had a problem, and I fixed it!”

“I’ll love anyone else like this again. You wouldn’t take that away from me, right?”

“I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t have you.”

“You’re so vulnerable right now.”

“Just tell me their name and I’ll make this all better.”

“It’s like you were made for me.”

“I’m doing this for us.”

“I won’t be as nice next time you misbehave.”

“If you’re not going to talk, I’ll make it so that you can’t.”

“Even if you don’t enjoy it now, you’ll learn to.”

“I could kill you if I wanted to.”

“I’ve dedicated myself to you! It’s only fair that you do the same.”

“It’s your word over mine. Who do you think they’re going to believe.”

“I’d never hurt you. Not unless you forced me to.”

“I love you, and I’ll do anything to prove it.”

“You’re calling me a monster? Who do you think made me this way?”

“Be good for me this time. I don’t want to see you cry again.”

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[themostfinalofpams]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/F

Fandom: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Relationships: Female Dovahkiin | Dragonborn/Serana Dovahkiin | Dragonborn/Serana Serana/Reader

Characters: Serana (Elder Scrolls) Female Dovahkiin | Dragonborn Reader Maramal

Additional Tags: Dragonborn Reader Weddings lesbian Serana mild violence Kisses Cuddling Mostly Fluff

You spoke to Serana about a great many things that day, but it wasn't until the two of you began to discuss your companionship with one another that you finally had the courage to finally ask her what had been on your mind for a long time. "Serana, have you ever thought about marriage?" You blurted out. You weren't sure you'd ever work up the courage again unless you asked her now. You were friends and companions, so you knew the beautiful vampire was fond of you, but you didn't know if she cared for you in a romantic way. You didn't know for sure if she was interested in other women in a romantic way. (Serana had never brought it up and there'd never been a good way for you to bring it up.) "Oh, I get it. Is that why you're wearing an Amulet of Mara, [Y/N]?" Serana said with a slight frown. "Y-yes. I was hoping you might want to talk about it. With me." You stammered. "Look, I care about you. A lot. And I'll come with you wherever you want to go. But... with everything in my past, I don't think I could bring myself into go to a temple and ask for that kind of blessing. It's just... not for me." She was sad and a little wistful as she spoke. "I understand. If I'd been through what you had, I wouldn't want to enter another temple as long as I lived...Can I ask...even if we can't get married in the traditional Skyrim way do you... do you love me?" "I told you, I care about you a lot." Serana wouldn't look at you. You pressed a cool hand against Serana's cheek and cocked your head to the side so your eyes met hers. You hoped your question would sound as calm and soft as in your head. You didn't want to prod Serana endlessly in hopes of the getting the answer you wanted or to upset her needlessly, but you needed to know if she felt the same. "I know, but as a friend or something more?" Serana leaned forward, pressing her mouth beside your ear. "Both." she whispered. The next thing you knew, your back was pressed up against the slimy cave wall and your hands were tangled in her long black hair. Serana trailed kisses up and done your neck and across your collarbone and you felt her fangs scrape across your bare skin every time she moved her mouth. You gasped a little at first, but realized she hadn't drawn any blood. Her lips were cold and soft. She moved her mouth up to meet yours while her hands fumbled with the straps on your breastplate. Serana had succeeded in unbuckling one strap, when she stopped kissing you. She had a look of concentration on her face and her eyes kept darting back and forth around the cavern. "Serana? What is it?" "Don't you hear it, [Y/N]?" You stopped to listen, but heard nothing. "Your hearing must be keener than mine." You picked up your broadsword. Serana had already leapt up, dagger trained on something you couldn't quite make out in the distance. She hurled the dagger into the dark. Whatever it was let out a piercing squeal that seemed to go on and on. Serana swore under her breath. She turned back to you and mouthed "Run!" Answering squeals resounded throughout the cavern. A horde of frostbite spiders rushed in, knocking Serana down. You hurled fire ball after fire ball at the enormous creatures, but there were too many of them. Several of them leapt on top of you, pinning your limbs to the ground. "Don't touch her!" Serana yelled, but she, too, was overwhelmed by the frostbite spiders. You took a deep breath then roared "Fus Ro Dah!" The powerful Dragon Shout hurled most of the spiders backwards with a sickening crunch. You stood up stiffly and limped over to Serana who was still on the ground. You offered her your hand and she took it. She winced as she stood. "Are you alright?" You asked. "Fine. What about you?" Serana said. "Well enough. Let's get out of here before they come back." Night fell and as you laid down to rest for the night, a thought occurred to you. "Serana," You mumbled, halfway asleep. "Yes?" "What if it's outside instead?" "What? I don't know what you mean?" "What if our wedding was outside instead?" You fell asleep before you could hear her answer. Months past. Your quest to defeat Serana's father, Harkon, felt so long ago now. For a brief time Serana had been melancholy and less lively, but soon became her normal self again. Knowing the kind of man Lord Harkon had been and what his actions had done to Serana's family, you shouldn't have been surprised that she didn't grieve long.  You took a break from quests for a bit to build a house with Serana in Falkreath Hold. With the two of you of you together, it wasn't long before it was livable. You began living together in the house and sleeping in same room. As you got closer emotionally and proximity-wise, you thought of asking Serana to marry you again. But every time the thought occurred, you felt selfish. You were content with the way things were in your relationship, why get married when you already knew you were going to be together with Serana as long as you lived? One night you were curled up in bed reading a book (Serana read over your shoulder; sitting with her chin resting on your shoulder and her arms wrapped around your waist), when Serana said "I've thought about your suggestion, [Y/N]. It's a good compromise. I'd be willing to do it that way." "Suggestion?" "I suppose you wouldn't remember. It was a few months ago and you fell asleep right afterwards... You suggested getting married outside instead of in a temple. I would be willing to do it that. I want to be with you always, [Y/N]. I love you." "Do you mean it?" You asked softly. You felt your heart race. Is this happening? Serana pulled you even closer. "Of course I do." She planted a cold kiss on your cheek, then buried her face between your neck and shoulder.  "I love you, too, Serana." You said. You spent the next week few weeks setting up preparations for the ceremony. It had been hard to convince Maramal, the priest of Mara, to agree to hold the wedding outdoors at first. "And what if Mara withholds her blessing from you for this?" he'd asked. "My betrothed is afraid of going before Mara in her temple and asking for her blessing... she doesn't have a good history with temples." You had told him. "Hmm... I see I can't persuade you otherwise, Dragonborn." Maramal had agreed, on the condition that he would still include a request to Mara to bless the two of you in his service. Sending out invitations had been easy; neither of you had many close friends or family members. In lieu of buying expensive new clothing you knew you were only going to wear once, Serana suggested you both wear the clothing you were wearing when you first met. "That feels so long ago now. I feel like we've known each other forever." You said. "Not to me. It feels like yesterday, but maybe that's just how it is if you've lived as long as I have. I remember everything about that day..." Serana smiled. Since the wedding was to be held so late at night (so Serana could stand outside comfortably), you decided against a feast. Instead you decided to pay for all the guests' drinks at the local tavern. Everything was coming together nicely and both of you were pleased with your decisions. You barely slept the night before the wedding. You had so much pent up energy and excitement that you decided to go hit some practice dummies for a bit. You must've been making more noise than you realized, because you felt a hand touch your shoulder. You were momentarily startled until you turned around to see your betrothed. "Couldn't sleep?" Serana asked. "No," You said. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?" "No. I couldn't sleep either. I was going to go upstairs to go read in the library. I thought if I read something particularly boring, it might tire me out. Then I heard you out here and I thought I'd make sure everything was fine." "I'm glad I'm not the only one who's nervous... I'm not afraid that I made the wrong choice choosing to proposing to you, I'm just... anxious to start our lives together. And also a little anxious that a dragon might drop in during the ceremony." "That would be our luck, wouldn't it?" You chuckled, "Yeah, we're probably jinxing it just by bringing it up." There was a brief pause, then you said "I don't think this is helping tire me out. I'm going to go back to bed and see if just lying there will help." "You could come up to the library with me and I could read to you. When I was a little girl my mother... my mother used to read to me when I had trouble sleeping. If that helped me, why not the Dragonborn?" Serana said. There was a teasing note in her voice. "Eh, why not? I haven't tried that yet. And besides... you have such a lovely voice." You said with a grin. You took her hand and kissed it. Serana bit her lip, trying not to grin back. If she could've still blushed, her face would've been a deep red. She took your hand and led you upstairs to the library. You sat down on the nearest chair while she looked for something to read. "Aha!" She said in triumph, holding up a dusty old tome. You made to move to another chair as Serana approached yours, but she motioned for you to stay. You laid your head in her lap and she stroked your face as she read to you. It was a boring book, but the way Serana read it, in her alluring voice, it was the most interesting thing you'd heard in years. Still, you were tired and you fell asleep after about twenty minutes. The last thing you saw before your eyes closed was her face. Serana was smiling. A real, genuinely happy smile like you'd never seen on her face before. I love her so much. You thought as you drifted away. When you woke up, you were still lying in Serana's lap. Your betrothed was asleep, breathing softly. "What time is it?" You mumbled. You weren't yet properly awake and you stumbled as you stood. You were careful not to disturb Serana as you headed downstairs. Morning light streamed in through the windows. It was too bright. You drew the curtains. "'Least I didn't sleep through my own wedding. My great-uncle did that once..." You mused. It was early still, but you weren't tired enough to go back to sleep. You rummaged through the kitchen, grabbing some cheese and deer meat, before returning back to the library. Serana was still asleep, so you ate quietly and leafed through a new spell book. By the time you were done skimming over the pages, Serana was starting to stir. "G' mornin'." You said through a mouthful of cheese. "What time it?" Serana asked. "Early. There's plenty of time to get ready and such." "Good, there's... something I need to do before the ceremony. I may be several hours, but I'll be back in time. I promise, [Y/N." "Are you sure? I could come with you." You said eagerly. "It's something I have to do alone. It's kind of a... tradition in my family." She gave you a quick peck on the forehead then left. You finished eating and started getting ready. You went for a swim. You put on some makeup and jewellery. (The circlet Serana had always admired on you, your favorite ring.) Then you located the armor you'd worn when you first met Serana. You didn't wear it much anymore so it was nearly buried. Seeing it again brought back memories of that fateful day. You smiled to yourself before putting it on. It was getting closer to dark and Serana still wasn't back yet. You were ready at this point and had headed down to the Bee and the Barb. As you waited for your betrothed, you drank some mead and ate a bowl of vegetable soup. Guests began arriving. They congratulated you and you thanked them. Maramal arrived and began setting up outside. All the while you wondered where Serana was. Maybe we need to reschedule. Maybe she's lost or hurt and I... don't have the slightest idea where she is. Serana could be anywhere in Skyrim. You were about to tell Maramal this when you saw a hooded figure approaching. Could it be? The figure took off her hood and you saw her beautiful, glowing eyes in the dark. Serana had made it. She raced over to you. "Sorry... I didn't know it would... take that long," Serana panted, "Here... take this." You took the small box from her hand. It was black and wooden and decorated with tiny, ornate carvings. It was hard to make out in the dim lighting, but it looked to be the Volkihar family crest. "I know we already have rings, but this... is special. It's been passed down in my family for generations, from Volkihar to Volkihar to give to their spouse. It was harder to find than expected. Mother wasn't even sure she still had it." Serana said. "Serana... it's beautiful." You breathed. And it was. The details were astonishing. It was a golden dragon made circular to fit around your wrist. Yellow stones (the same color as Serana's eyes, you noted) were implanted in its eyes and in place of spines on its back. Individual scales were carved onto its body and wings.   You handed it back to Serana and she fastened the bracelet on your wrist. "Ahem," Maramal coughed, "I believe there is a still a wedding ceremony for me to perform before the day is over?" You moved apart and stood across from each other on either side of Maramal. "It was Mara that first gave birth to all of creation and pledged to watch over us as her children. It is from her love of us that we first learned to love one another. It is from this love that we learn that a life lived alone is no life at all. We gather here today, under Mara's loving gaze, to bear witness to the union of two souls in eternal companionship. And though they refused-- for personal reasons-- to hold this most important ceremony in Mara's temple, may she still give her blessing. May they journey forth together in this life and the next, in prosperity and poverty, and in joy and hardship. Do you agree to be bound together, in love, now and forever?" Maramal intoned. Serana held out her hands to you and you took them in your own. She looked deeply into your eyes as she said "I do. Now and forever." "Do you agree to be bound together, in love, now and forever?" Maramal asked you. As you looked back into Serana's eyes you knew that no matter what, Serana was the only person in all of Tamriel you wanted to spend your life with. "I do. Now and forever." You said, then leaned in to kiss your new wife. 

[1000fiction]

Drabbles Masterlist.

Sweet.

Aela the Huntress: 1

Ambarys Rendar: 1

Argis the Bulwark: 1 2

Brynjolf: 1 2 3

Cicero: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Enthir: 1 2

Erandur: 1

Farkas: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Legate Fasendil: 1

Gelebor: 1 2 3 4

Ghorbash the Iron Hand: 1

Lord Harkon: 1

Isran: 1

Malborn: 1

Marcurio: 1 2 3 4

Maul: 1

Miraak: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Neloth: 1 2 3 4 5

Ondolemar: 1 2 3

Ralis Sedarys: 1 2 3

Rune: 1

Serana: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Sheogorath: 1 2

Teldryn Sero: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

Torvar: 1

Ulfric Stormcloak: 1

Veezara: 1

Vilkas: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Ysolda: 1

Spicy.

Spicy content ahead. Minors DNI.

Ghorbash the Iron Hand: 1

Serana: 1

[1000fiction]

109 with Lord Harkon? This dude could use him some love. Also, tsundere Harkon! Best thing ever since sliced bread!

"You know, you look pretty good for your age."

They said, eyes quickly scanning up and down his dominating frame.

"Are you attempting to ire me?" He grumbled, low and deep.

"I'm bold, not stupid, in fact I was complimenting you. Considering how long Serana was locked in that box I'm guessing you're old as balls but I'd still climb you like a tree."

His blush was furious against his pale complexion, and instinctively his chest puffed.

"Consider yourself lucky I don't smight you were you stand for that comment. I can prove my age makes me no less capable."

[1000fiction]

Day 28: Humiliation ft. Harkon

Relationship: F/M Species: Unspecified Warnings: NSFW, Rape, Vaginal sex, Vaginal fingering.

Summary: A series of rash decisions and the death of two clan members makes Harkon he needs to use stronger measures to ensure the newest arrival knows her place.

           “Gather round everyone, we have an announcement to make!” Harkons voiced boomed from the balcony, echoing into every room of the castle. He reached the main floor in a flurry of bats, breathing deeply as he=is clan congregated around him. Lesser members took their seats at the tables, whilst higher members formed a line between the two. Orthjolf and Vingalmo took their usual positions, glowering at one another from behind him. Once all had quietened down, he stepped into the center, hands articulating the depth of his words. “it has become apparent to me that the deaths of Stalf and Salonia were a foiling of certain members plans to overthrow me. I’d like to remind you all that that is a stupid, and feral, idea. I have led this clan for generations and it is now that I will take you even further. So to put a stop to me would only ruin you more.” He fixed a hard glare towards his seniors, both men shrinking back, lowering their heads ever so slightly, before continuing his pacing of the tables. “The responsibility, however, goes to our latest member, their blood is on their hands and though they meant wrong they did not deserve death. They were clan, and as clan their punishment should befall to me. I cannot bring them back, but to those who knew them I can bring satisfaction.”

           In a surge of bats, she was brought before the collective of vampires, stripped bare of her robes, bound in leather. Her knees ached against the worn carpet, shoulders burning from being pulled back too long. She could feel nothing in her forearms, the severe wrapping of leather letting in no air. The foul taste in her mouth was polish, the crude oil making her tongue squirm, and with each attempt to relieve the pressure she drooled more, saliva dripping from her lips like a hungry dog. She caught sight of a few members leaving, Ronthil, Serana, even Garen, all unable to see her like this, or unwilling to spend their time on her. The rest, however, she could see their eyes glow in a primal hunger, she was deer caught in a trap, victim to the passing wolves. There was gap were Garen had left the line, she could bolt through to the steps, if only she could feel her legs.

           Harkon chuckled darkly behind her, his boots heavy against the rug. He stopped short, shadow casting across her damp skin. “Stand.” Her skin rippled with gooseflesh as she attempted the task, her thighs screaming, she’d been kneeling far too long, and with a simple push from his booth, she was face down on the floor. The gathering cackled, mocking as she drooled onto the floor, ass raised for all to see. Harkon chuckled, choosing to circle her like a bone hawk. “Let this be a lesson to you new blood, I choose the fates of our members, just as I have chosen yours, learn your place, at my feet, and you will prosper.” As the other members applauded, the first tears fell, but not from the treatment, but the vile way her body reacted. She could feel the dampness between her legs, all the lewd attention making her body run hot.

           “Smells as if she hasn’t learned her lesson, my lord.” Vingalmo, damn that bastard and his elven nose. She watched as Harkon raised a brow, before disappearing out of her sight. The next thing, she felt a finger slip along her lips, parting and releasing the fluids between them, she chocked, desperately attempting to shuffle away from the touch. She cried out against the gag when two fingers invaded her, hooking inside of her, drawing her back to him. He rubbed the coarse pads of his fingers against her g-spot, making her tremble and moan, saliva pooling and seeping into the carpet. She could feel the damp against her cheek, as well as the tightening knot in her stomach.

           “Let it be seen, the primal needs of lesser species, to be a true vampire, you must let it go.” He pulled his fingers from her, the crowd howling with laughter at the keening moan she released, and the way her arse backed up in search of more contact. He slapped her, the feeling of his handprint burned into her arse. He groped at it, pulling it apart to display her to the others before hitting again, the searing heat making her juices flow even heavier.

           He crooked two fingers, summoning his lackeys to his side. “Lift her.” So they did, arms hooked beneath her pelvis, stomach, breasts, and throat, only the bare tips of her toes touching the ground. She hung her head as best she could, attempting to hide from the onlookers. It didn’t last, her head flew up as he penetrated her again, fingers pounding into her, her cunt squelching with liquid desire. She came, over and over, and she was crying before he’d even thought of relenting. The crowd laughed louder with each orgasm, but she couldn’t hear it, only thinking about escaping these binds and free herself from forced release. She clenched her so tightly the leather snapped, her screams drowning out the laughter as she came again. She was sobbing when he pulled his digits from her, feeling cold against her forearms as he sliced through the binds. The pair dropped her, but she never hit the floor, instead, landing on Harkons sheets, deposited by his summoned bats.

           The congregation rose, applauding their lord as he smiled, raising his arms wide and drinking in their loyalty. “I think that concludes today's meeting.” And with that his was gone, bats snaking their way up to the balcony and out of sight.