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The Lusty Brotherhood Assassin. ~ Guitarman X Nerdfuck ~

She could not help the wolfish smile that broke out on her features when he reinforced the fact that he was not her servant. Okay, perhaps that was true. But what if he was her servant? || lmao wow revolutionary ||

Her red eyes studied the book on his chest before lifting to the dagger he so casually and skillfully swirled between his fingers. Everything about Gorm aroused her hunger. Different kinds of hunger. She loved it as much as she hated it and that perhaps accounted for her treatment of him. But the man in essence dismissed her. And well, that was surprising in itself.

Both of her brows raised in surprise before she glanced at the door to confirm it had heard that shit too. || omg lmao || She glanced back to Gorm.... and finally allowed that low, amused chuckle to slip from deep in her throat as she took a step closer to him instead of retreating as he had requested. He was as dumb as he was precious. She wanted to devour him.... as much as he longed to hold him dear.

"Gorm.... do you know what color my eyes are?" She inquired softly now, about to unleash some bullshit quite clearly. She smiled at the question as she came closer to his bed but not too close.

"No?

That is because I awoke from my slumber starving.... and have been starving ever since...." As if to drive her point home her gaze focused in on his neck slightly as her fangs slowly slid into view.

"I do not ask for much. Bear's blood. Sometimes. Not substaining, but something...... a taste.. once." And what a taste it was. Her own bloodlust aroused her at the thought of tasting Gorm's blood for the first time. And she smirked at her own lack of point that Gorm was probably failing to understand because she, was failing to make much sense. Vampiric rambling, the eldest of them were good for it. She-- not so much. She had the ability to blend rather well. Besides the eyes. But that could be fixed.

"You know what I am..... but do you really know what I am Gorm? Do you know the content of my blood? Do you know there is softness in my eyes when I am not denying myself what is rightfully mine?"

She came to stand near his bed, staring at her fucking book. Her goddamn book. And she murmured additionally down to him. "Do you know that you are rightfully mine, Gorm?"
 
She had nerve, didn't she? This vampire was legitimately insane. Rambling about blood and ownership like she was actually important. He knew that she was no where as important as she thought. Sithis wasn't on her side, she was not their Listener. She was just someone that they happened to find, hoping that a different perspective would change the Brotherhood. While it did, she was nothing but a pain to work with.

He knew that this wasn't going to end in conversation but on the other hand, he had no desire to kill her. His dagger would be useless then, as her blood was of no use to the mortal assassin. But what he did have on his chest would be a fine weapon, one she would never expect him to use. He slowly slid his hand up and onto his chest, gripping the bound leather in his calloused fingertips. Finally, his eyes gazed down from the doorframe and met hers, summoning all of his anger at her in once big exhale.

"I do know what you are. A fucking cunt!" He roared as he flicked his wrist forwards, slinging the volume of the Lusty Argonian maid straight at her head. Once the volume was free from his fingers he sprung up from his bed and marched directly at her, pointing his extended index finger right at her chest. Oh, she'd greatly enraged the quiet Gorm.

"You shut the fuck up and listen to me for once. I have no idea why you think you're so special, or why I should be afraid of you." He growled, looking down at her as he stood just inches away from her.

"You don't own me or anyone else in this guild. We are all equals, except for the listener. Brotherhood. Not your servant." Now his pointed finger lifted to her eye level.

"I am done with you and your bullshit. You will leave my quarters. Now!" His demand was punctuated by his hand opening and rearing back a bit, crashing against the skin of her cheek with a loud slap.
 
|| OMG GIVE ME A MINUTE. GIVE ME A MINUTE HAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHA. Phewwwwwwwwwwwwwww...... that was a fucking good one. They're going to kill each other. ||

Kiltski pulled out of her blood fueled haze when that book came hurling at her. HER fucking book that he had stolen from her. Her hand reared up to catch it at the last minute by the cover and Gorm's form standing directly in front of as she lowered it brought her to quickly appear surprised. For a mortal he was very quick. Quicker than she anticipated, usually. Even though she realistically knew he always surprised her.

Dumbfounded, the vampire only stared at him as his hand collided against her face. The book that was so precious to her tumbled to the ground with a small thud that paled in comparison to that sound. There was a moment of stillness as she stared at him and he stared back. The redness of his anger in his face turned her on. And the audacity even more so. She looked down at her book before quickly looking back up again. Kiltski appeared by all accounts shocked at his transgression. Her lips parted to speak but nothing fell out. Her words failed her. And the only rebuttal she could determine was by reaching her own hand up, reeling back, and slapping him back.


He seemed surprised by her rebuttal and only stared. But as his hand lifted to smack her back her own hands raised to try and hit him first. This erupted into a barrage of slaps from the two very dangerous assassin's with the maturity of school children. The sounds of their slap fight echoed in his room and out into the hall, even with the door shut. Both bodies moved back slightly as they each tried to block each other, their faces reddening from the repeated slaps to one another.

But having had enough Kiltski suddenly broke out in a rapid growl and lunged for Gorm. Her fangs sunk without restraint into his neck and her bottom teeth clamped down on him to boot. His heart was racing, which meant his blood was pumping and now it was pumping into her mouth. She moaned at the taste of it spilling without restraint into her mouth. Spilling on the stone floor below, and down Gorm's body. He fought her deadly powerbite for only a moment.... before he seemed to laps into a vacant stare and his body began the slow drop to the ground.

Kiltski went with him. Slowly. Her arms wrapped around the delicious assassin as his apprehension gave way for her to grow more placid in her feeding. As if she appreciated him. She paced herself. And though his blood was leaving his body at an unsettling rate, even more unsettling was his very lifeforce being drained from his body and soul. Kiltski fed on him too long perhaps.... before a smirk crossed her face at the triggering change in the taste of his blood. The moment that he became.

Undead.

She released his neck then and looked down to him and his vacant stare. She relished it for a few moments... before the vampiress leaned down closely to his ear while he was stunned to murmur sweet nothings he would remember for eternity as he looked back fondly to when he had been infected.

"Welcome to the family. Bitch." Her hand collided with the side of his face, smacking him before she broke into a hearty chuckle as she stood to leave. "Enjoy eternity." Because what better fate than being stuck with her in this Brotherhood for eternity.

She left. But not without grabbing her goddamn book. Her book.
 
Gorm didn't have any chance to defend himself when she lunged at him. He thought they were just in some stupid little slapping match, nothing that she would take too seriously. It was actually kind of fun until she tackled him to the ground.

"Fuck you! Bitch!" He yelled as he tried to push her off but even his strength was futile against the ancient vampire. He groaned as her fangs once again dipped into his neck, letting out one final word as he felt the very essence of life draining out from him. Kiltski was playing her biggest and best card.

"No!"

He felt his entire body turning cold as more and more blood flowed out of the wound, feeling like ice as it pooled beneath his shoulders. His vision started fading as his blue eyes closed for the final time, knowing that his time on Mundus had come to an end.

Except it hadn't. His eyes slowly opened, unable to move otherwise. He was weak, so weak. Nothing like the able bodied assassin had ever felt before. Then the pains came. It radiated throughout his entire being, worse than the results of his fight with the mighty Blade. He was left as a mess on the floor below her, only able to moan out, foaming from the mouth as his fangs began to painfully protrude from his gums. Her words reverberated through his head as he lie there.

"Welcome to the family. Bitch. Enjoy eternity."

------------------------------------------------------------------------Gorm's Awakening

Gorm spent what felt like an eternity on the cold wooden floor, unable to get up on his own for four days and nights. The changes ravaged his body, turning his white skin even paler than it was and his eyes red. His fangs had slowly grown in, the most painful part of the process as he wished that he could just rip his own damn head off. But on the morning of the fifth day, something changed. The pain was still there, but it was tolerable.

He slowly pushed himself off the ground, finding himself to be completely unstable. He fell back against his bed, cursing himself for moving too fast. Using all of his rage, he propelled his body forwards until he slammed against his door. Fumbling, shaking hands took a few moments to push open the knob, leading him into the open hallway. He used the wall to guide him, stumbling past a rather surprised Cicero who even stopped singing to watch him stumble down the way.

He reached the door to Kiltski's room, hands pushing it open with a complete lack of finesse. "You!" He spat at her, foam spilling from his mouth and onto her floor.

"You did this! You-" And then the man faceplanted on the floor, his body giving up on him. He instantly groaned, defeated.
 
Kiltski sat calmly in a chair by the fire. in her room. Her long hair was free, down around her beautiful face. Her body was held by one of her long form-fitting nightgowns and her chest heaved with arousal from the book in her hand. She had been surviving quite perfectly well with a fledgling under her belt now. She had never had one, she had never even thought about siring another. But there was just something about Gorm that had.....

demanded it.

When the an entered her room and began blatantly accusing her of things she had obviously done her breathtaking emerald eyes. They glistened with humanity despite her non-human condition... and everything about Kiltski in fact simply screamed warmth. Now that her eyes were not tainted by her blood lust. It was amazing what a good feed could do. The assassin's hand raised to cover her mouth as a soft laugh emitted from her throat and the vampire quickly disintegrated into a mist and reconfigured herself standing over her desk, looking over the book that she had just been reading.

"Yes, Gorm. That was me." She admitted tenderly as those stunning eyes lifted to look at him on the floor, foaming at the mouth like some kind of animal. How precious." But the sight of him now so handsome, so weak....

It brought her to release a torrid breath as her hand finally leaned her book closed on her desk.

"Look, Gorm. Perhaps I should not have killed you. But what did I really take from you? Besides the obvious.... You said you had enough gold for three lifetimes. Well now that is not enough because you have an eternity ahead of you. I am from a good bloodline. Which you would know, if you hadn't been so quick to rope me in with the mindless blood fiends who keep thralls because they are not strong enough to withstand. Gorm... the true sign of strength is the willingness to allow yourself to be weak. What kind of vampire will you be, I wonder?" She smiled at the thought before dissipating in thin air and reconfiguring next to him again. Her small hand ran gently, lovingly, down his cheek.

"This is not death. It is just a different way of living..."
 
"But... I'm stuck with you now."

In his mind this wasn't a bad thing though, far from it. When he pushed himself off of the floor he was convinced that he was coming to kill her and then he'd kill himself, atoning for her sin. But that thought was so distant now, the exact opposite of what now ran through his thoughts. She made me this way, he thought. His deep hatred was replaced with reverence, knowing that she'd given him a bigger gift than he could've ever wished for.

That didn't make him any less confused though. Why had she chosen him? Besides being an excellent assassin he was nothing special. Nothing screamed 'vampire material' at himself. He was just a little upset that he wouldn't get the the joy of walking the halls of Sovengarde. But spending eternity with this beauty could certainly make up for that, only if she would stop being such a bitch all the time.

"I don't care about life or death right now, or bloodlines."

He tried to push himself off the floor again and was pleased to have enough strength to settle on his knees, holding his body up by placing his hands against his thighs. He didn't want to be caught kneeling to her either so he pushed himself backwards so he was sitting on the ground, legs ahead of him as his hands pressed into the ground, holding his body up.

"What the hell am I supposed to do now?"
 
She chuckled as he announced he was stuck with her. But the truth of the matter was that he had always been stuck with her. When she took her slumber, she took it among the halls of the Dawnstar sanctuary because she was an extension of it. She too, like him, was indebted to the Nightmother's bidding. He was always stuck with her. He was just too busy being a jackwad to realize that. Or perhaps he just didn't care.

But that question. That last question. What was he supposed to do now?

Her pupils dilated before abruptly constricting on him.... and a soft smile pulled on her thick, sultry lips. Right.... so this was what it meant to sire someone. It had been so long, she forgot about the need for guidance on her part. She forgot what it was like to lose her humanity and gain eternity, only to find herself lost. Missing one, perplexed about another... and he looked so precious sitting on the floor. All confused and undead... she chuckled to herself in mild amusement but moved around her desk to lean on it, facing him.

"Live." She informed him simply, jointed with a passive shrug. "Learn. Make your sire proud, Fledgling." (She'll regret those fucking words.) The vampiress folded her arms as she looked him over.

"I brought you down with what is called a power bite. Since you are from my line, you will possibly have a propensity for it. Usually, it is fatal." She cracked an amused smile. "And it did not fail. You should consider trying to learn it."

She honked a soft laugh as she moved away from her desk and threw her long hair over one shoulder. "In the meantime, may I suggest reading?" She lifted her book, volume one of the series, and shook it in indication. "There does seem to be a book thief about though, so mind yours. I don't like to share." Her face contorted in amusement... before she thought better of her hijinks based on the tired, worn look on his face.

"You need to feed. Are you going to ask me nicely? Or.... are you going to ask Nazir?"
 
The whole power bite speech went in one ear and out the other but everything else stuck inside of his mind. Living, huh? That didn't sound too bad. He would even consider himself an expert at that, having done it for quite a few years himself. But it made him realize the true gift of vampirism. The world would pass through his eyes as his body and age would never change. He would be able to watch Tamriel grow and civilizations rise and fall. New technology would develop, he'd meet more people than he could ever imagine. He'd make more money, continue to kill... It made him wonder why vampirism was still seen as a curse. If you could control it the whole world was in your hands!

But making her proud, now that seemed a little weird. He was indebted to her after this but still... It was an odd way of putting it. He knew he was her pupil of sorts now but did not want to be called a fledgling. He was no apprentice, he was a grown ass man and desired to be treated as such. One of his arms lifted from the floor, wiping the sweat from his brow and some excess drool from his mouth. It was time to finally be presentable.

He slowly stood, bones creaking and crunching. He willed his body to stay stable as he slowly walked to her bed, sitting himself down on the corner of it with a relieved sigh. He was done looking weak. Those days on the floor had been hell for him mentally and physically. All of those negative thoughts about himself evaporated as he'd sat on that bed, proving to himself that he could still walk, that he was the same Gorm after all.

"Don't make me do this, you know I can't be nice."

It was his turn to tease the vampiress a bit as the smallest of smiles briefly flickered across his hungry lips. He patted the spot next to him, really not wanting to move again quite yet as it felt like all of the sensation was returning to his limbs.

"I don't want to feast off of Nazir, get your ass over here."
 
She watched her little angel (lmao) will his strength back into his body and she watched him semi-strut his way to a stand before walking over to her bed for a sit. She questioned just what choice he was going to make. Suffer asking her? The vampire he had attacked, raped, and made a point to slap every interval? Or go for the friendly Nazir who could not take too fondly to the question. But he made his choice. He didn't quite ask. But the structure of his words brought her to grin widely before she laughed at the sentiment.

"Feast? I said feed. There is an etiquette..." She was busy speaking as she disintegrated from where she stood and re-appeared next to him on the bed. Her stunning, emerald eyes turned to him... and she felt a lump stiffen in her throat. Her breath caught there, too. He was just as glorious as a vampire as he was her top assassin and that was hard to fully comprehend.

"Um...." She laughed softly, awkwardly, and glanced to the side before she looked back to him with those big, beautiful eyes and just slightly, her head tilted. She raised a hand to tenderly push her hair out of the way of her neck, exposing it to him for him. And... that was that.

"You may begin... it might take you a moment to work out.... your preferred latch..." She murmured ever so softly, giving herself to him which seemed so odd now. But really, it should have been a given, right?
 
"You know what I meant... It's just a formality." He shook his head at her, very glad to see that she'd decided to slink her way over to him. It just was not in his being to ask her nicely. It would have physically pained the poor man who was already having enough trouble settling into this entirely new existence.

For the first time in his life he smelled blood. As she neared him he could sense it within her, feel it pulsing through her veins. Her heartbeat echoed throughout his skull like a siren, the sound magnifying as she got closed and closer to him. His fangs quickly popped out as he rubbed his palms together excitedly, hoping that his first taste was going to live up to this intense anticipation.

He couldn't help but notice one more though, how absolutely beautiful she was as she pushed her hair back from her neck. How could anyone get more desirable than this? It was an odd mix of emotions travelling through the new vampire but he couldn't wait any longer. He needed this feed.

He didn't want to seem impatient and uncivilized so he took his time finding his spot. It was towards the front of her neck but still off to the side. He bit into her rather quickly though, and ended up getting a mouthful of nothing.

He pulled back and grunted, thinking it over again. He closed his eyes, letting his instincts guide him as he bit down into a new spot, closer to her shoulder. As soon as his teeth sank in he tasted it. Blood. The sensation was better than any orgasm he'd ever had as he swallowed his first mouthful.
 
His fangs finally found her vein and the feeling of her blood rushing to the surface for him brought Kiltski to moan out softly into the night air of her room. One of her dainty, skilled hands raised to settle against her face oh so softly, simply holding it as she allowed the new vampire to take her blood. It was an exotic feeling, despite the implications, the feeling of her blood leaving her. Even more so to know that it was going to him. Gorm. Despite all their physical brutality and pissing matches, she truly did have a fondness for the man.

OH, we'll talk about it!

A memory she would not forget in all of her eternity. Perhaps she had been wrong to give him this gift... or, perhaps he was a bastard who deserved it. Ah, but she was his bastard now. He said it himself. They were stuck together. Ah, the musings of an occupied mind.

Kiltski raised her hand at last and let it wrap around his throat abruptly as it tightened and she turned her pure emerald gaze up to peer softly at him as her hand tightened.

"Now remind me of what a sorry little slut I am again?" She requested before a devilish smirk crossed her face and that hand tightened more.

"You'll be weak for a while, Gorm.... I suggest you play nice until you get the hang of what you can do. Especially since you will never be stronger than I."
 
Gorm jumped a bit when he felt the hand against his throat, preparing to pull back before she spoke. But she made a bit of a mistake. All she had to do was show some more kindness and he would have gladly pulled away but no... She just had to get that last little word in, to keep teasing him. This pissing contest was never going to end now. But that filled his heart with a small amount of joy, glad that he could spend and eternity annoying her.

Gorm refused for a few moments, biting deeper into her flesh before finally letting go, watching the crimson stain her pale skin. He was quite pleased with his work, the scent of her sweet irony blood on the air.

"Oh, you're still a sorry little slut. I made you cum from one touch. I fucked you senseless and knocked you out." He reminded her, slowly standing from the edge of the bed.

"When I gain my full powers. probably even before that, I'll prove you wrong. You've created your own monster, remember that." He reminded her as he walked out of her door, closing it behind himself.
 
|| Ooooooooooooh gave me chills. What a threat <333 ||


Kiltski couldn't help but to moan out a groan of pain as he refused to release her neck and even bit down tighter. Oh, it hurt so good. But when he finally did relenquish his hold on her the vampire lifted her dainty hand to cover the raw fang marks as her steady green orbs turned to look upon him as he insisted she was a sorry little slut once more. She smiled to herself as he reflected on the fact that he barely had to touch her to make her come. And ohh.... how could she forget how he knocked her out and left her for all to see?

That smile faultered however as his tone became more serious and foreboding. A promise to do bad things to her. She had created her own monster.... well. Maybe that was so. She could only hope.

---------- A few days later

Kiltski walked down the hallway on her way to Gorm's room, one annoyed brow raised as she listened to the maniacal jester follow closely behind her yammering about his newest request.

She smiled to herself as she turned her head to look to him, licking the split in her lip she had won while completing a contract she would have ordinarily given to Gorm, and she spoke on the matter.

"Cicero. We are not having read alongs with the mother."

He laughed an uncertain and maniacle laugh... before posing the possibility of: "But what if she requested it... hhmmmmmm?"

Kilski stopped and turned to look at the jester with speculation. "Did she?"

Cicero laughed, he laughed deeper and then he laughed harder before shrugging. "There is a chance that perhaps she has made that request." He reasoned innocently as he wrung his hands together nervously.

Kilski's still green orbs studied him closely before she laughed. "Then have the listener make that request."

Cicero's features darkened as a noise released him that caused the Vampire's hand to raise to her chest in offence.

"Blasted Kiltski Blasted listener." He went off on one of his tangents as he turned to retreat back to the Night Mother's side.

Kiltski watched him go wit her hand on her heart, before a look of humor crossed her features.

"Sister. I think the green suits you better." Nazir complimented as he walked down the hall.

"Thank you, Brother. I feel better." She confirmed with him fondly. She loved Nazir. She loved all of the members of the Brotherhood. But there was one she hadn't seen nor heard from in days. And that was quite unusual given his recent life change. He would need to feed soon, surely.

Kitski came to stand in front of Gorm's door and gave it a knock as she pulled his next contract from under her arm. He was getting lazy and she was intent to fix that.

Her hand fell to his doorknob and she entered his room.

"I need my best assassin back on his feet. What have you been doing in here?" She inquired as she shut the door lightly behind her.
 
Gorm hadn't gotten lazy, no. Gorm was a thinker now. He didn't have to be as quick and aggressive as he once was. He had eternity ahead of him now, he could finally take time to relax a bit from the life of an assassin or so he thought.

His silent pondering had been interrupted by his fellow vampire. He hadn't even bothered to lock the door as he sat on the stone floor, cross legged. The few candles that had been lit around the room had burned out days ago, leaving him in a perpetual darkness that comforted his mind and soul like nothing else could. He wore only the armored bottoms, having no need for a top as he had no intentions of getting up.

"You finally admit I'm the best. Thought I'd never see the day." His eyes had been closed, no need to see in the dark as he slung sarcasm in her direction. Slowly he stood, no longer feeling wobbly and unsure like the day he fed.

He was hungry though. While not starving he was feeling it building in the pit of his stomach. It had to come soon if he didn't want to turn into some depraved beast.

"I've been thinking, getting stronger. What do you need me to do?" He asked, red eyes peering out from the darkness. His transition was complete and Gorm was ready to hunt.
 
She chuckled at his words. He was the best and he had always been the best but who would she be if she didn't push her assassin's to be better versions of themselves? Well, not a very good leader. And Gorm... he was special. He always had been. He's the one she pushed the farthest because he had the farthest to go. Perhaps granting him her gift would allow him to reach even higher, now. Higher than even she would have imagined.

Her soft green eyes studied him where he sat so stoically. This was not mere relaxation but rather meditation, she could see that much. And as those deep red eyes finally turned towards her, seeking into her, she felt a darkness clench her soul that took her breath away. Her blood coursed through him, yet he had already made it his own. Pride welled within her but also.... curiousity.

Thinking... yes what was her Gorm thinking? Getting stronger. Yes, he was coming into himself in every way imaginable. She found herself staring for a silent moment before her soft green eyes turned to quickly look at a mouse scurrying along the wall. It had startled her. Nothing startled her. But here they were. A soft gasp released as she looked to the mouse only to return her attention to him as she straightened while clearing her throat.

"Right. So Gorm, your next contract. You'll be dispatching an orc chief. His son is tired of his rule, it seems. So you'll have to first get past their walls to get to him. Should be nothing you can't handle, hm?" She offered an inadvertently fangy smile as she held his contract out to him before her head tilted.

"The red suits you, Gorm.... I like it." That quick deduction brought her to laugh at the end of her own statement before one hand waved him off. "Go.... be the monster you were born to be and then please return. We have much to discuss."

Kiltski chuckled to herself lowly.... and she left after closing the door behind her. How long would it take everyone to notice his change, she wondered?
 
"An orc chief? After the Blade, that's nothing." Killing Delphine and then surviving into vampirism gave him even more confidence than he ever had. Gorm simply felt unkillable. And the more he thought about it, vampirism gave him a great weapon in his fangs. One that could be hidden until the very last moment if he needed them, a great failsafe. He was sure that he was the best assassin in the world with this tool in his belt now.

But orcs were huge, especially the chiefs... This was ripe opportunity for a feeding, a rather big one at that. He could fill himself for days with the blood of that orc and prove to Kiltski that he didn't need any help from her with his feeding.

"Oh, I think the red suits me just fine as well, Kiltski. We will discuss this when I come back, yes." Gorm didn't even bother to slide the top half of his armor on before he left. He just grabbed his ebony dagger and waltzed out of the Sanctuary, no longer afraid of mortal concerns like the cold.

------------------------------------------------------- Gorm's Return

Gorm was only gone for about twenty four hours. Killing the chief had been quite easy after everyone had went to bed for the night. He had strutted into the longhouse and to the chief's bed, the man surprisingly not keeping one of his wives with him. Placing a pillow over his mouth, he suffocated him as his fangs clamped down into the green neck below him, drinking to his heart's content until the body lie still and breathless. The feed and kill complete, he smirked the entire journey back home.

Gorm didn't even bother to enter through the secret entrance like usual. He waltzed in through the front door, shirtless with his dagger in his hand. He waved at CIcero and Nazir before walking into Kiltski's room once more, that same grin never leaving.

"Done. Killed and fed. What do you need me to do now? I feel like I can do anything."
 
Kiltski sat at her desk as was not unusual for her. Her soft green intently studied the words on the book in front of her seemingly. But when Gorm entered she turned her full attention to him. Not because he demanded it, but rather because his lack of shirt demanded it. Her soft emerald orbs wandered over his chest in quite the distracted fashion before he even spoke those words. Those direct, to the point words. Even then, she shamelessly looked over him while he waited for a response and when he got a response it was just that soft, deep, unsettling chuckle.

Mmm... so her dear Gorm had indeed been learning the ropes. Even his power was so much more intense now from what she could feel. Her delicate hand tenderly shut her book with a soft clap before her body leaned back in her chair thoughtfully and she finally really turned her attention to him for the first time and not what he had to offer her. Visually. "I see you're settling into your new place in the world, Gorm." She contemplated out loud before reaching into her desk to pull out the coin he had earned by completing his contract. She threw it to him as she often did before leaning back again in her seat again comfortably so yet again, she could look him over.

Her soft green gaze settled on his striking blue ones. The change had not gone unnoticed on her behalf. She studied his gaze thoughtfully before finally speaking on the matter. "The red suits you, Brother. But I do enjoy the eyes that lost the light of life that day in your bedroom......" A moment of contemplative silence before she added:

"If only you were not such a cunt." Kiltski laughed at her own words and her languid body stood from the desk with a passive shrug. "We might actually get along if you were not always testing my patience, brother." ( LMAOOOOOOOOO )

Kiltski's body neared him as she spoke and both of her arms buckled behind her back thoughtfully as she looked him over. "So tell me what you're determined to do with your eternity now that you have eternity to survive..." One soft finger lifted to gently trace down his bare, sturdy back that she couldn't get enough of. "If I may, perhaps returning my books is a start."
 
Gorm had quite a bit to say back to her after he let her ramble on for a bit. Oh, he hated the way she talked to him, looked at him, thought about him... And he was sure she had the exact same thoughts about him. His resentment came from being so much like her. He understood everything that she did and why she was doing it. Her competitiveness, her desire to lead and always be first, all of these things reminded him of himself. And it was fucking scary.

He hated it when she eyed him up like this, like a predator stalking her prey. But Gorm knew that he wasn't prey, he was nothing like the deer that the sabrecat stalked in the wild. No, Gorm was a sabrecat too, but one even bigger and stronger than Kiltski. She would realize this too, much sooner than she'd ever imagined. Gorm wasn't going to let her off that easily. He still wanted to exact his revenge on her and he had an eternity to inflict each little bit of it on her with a grin on his face.

"I'm always testing your patience? I'm rarely even here and I only stuck around for so long to regain my strength, based on something you did to me. That wound is solely self inflicted." He said, crossing his arms over his bare chest as her finger traced down his back, feeling it run along the curve of his spine. It made him shiver. She knew she was getting to him. She was trying to rile him up and she was doing a rather good job at it.

"I am going to spend eternity getting my sweet, sweet revenge on everything you've put me through, Kiltski." He told her as he suddenly spun around to meet her gaze, body relaxing as he let his arms fall down from his chest. Yet, there was no anger in the new vampire. He only smirked at her as he looked her up and down as if she was his plaything. The tables were turning.

"Fuck your books... You have an eternity to get those back, cunt." He then reached out towards her with one hand, cupping her chin in his palm. He forced her to look into his eyes once more, just barely squeezing to keep her in place. "Keep playing your little games with me, Kiltski. But you are mine. Remember that." He told her before suddenly letting go and lunging at her, plunging his quickly retracted fangs into her neck, wrapping his hands around her waist to keep her in place.
 
Kiltski chuckled as Gorm made it a point to claim that she was the one testing his patience and not the other way around. The chuckle mostly stemmed from the fact that it was very true, but she would never admit to that. She only appeared wholly amused as he went on to point out the pain he had gone through with his transformation. As he pointed out how much of a problem she was. But much to her delight, he also made mention of the revenge he would exact against her for it.

Wasn't it cute? Revenge for giving him a gift. Oh, he was truly precious. The way he spun around in place to meet her green eyes with his blue ones.... it caused her dead heart to ache as well as it brought a returned smirk to her own face. This game between them.... it seemed that he understood it a little better now. He sought to appraise her with his eyes, and Kiltski made it a point to press one hip to the side, emphasizing her beautiful body for him to admire. He had already taken her once... why not again?

Her thick lips pouted at the announcement that she would still not be getting her books back. Her body language was completely casual as he gripped her chin and brought her to look into his eyes. Her lids even gave him a soft innocent bat, intended to tease him. But then that one sentence stroked her in a way she had not anticipated.

You are mine.

Oh was she. Her brows lifted in surprise and her mouth opened to speak but she only managed a soft: "I'm -" before the other vampire lunged at her with such speed she hadn't even the time to recognize it. Her eyes widened at the sudden feeling of his intrusive latch and of the blood leaving her body and the vampiress couldn't help but to release a low moan of pleasure into the room as every realization hit her at once. Realizing he had been faster than her, realizing he was feeding on her, that his hands held her waist so tightly that she couldn't escape but the biggest realization of all: Realizing what he was growing to be.

Not just a vampire. But a lord. That, she hadn't accounted for but the possibility was there, she supposed, given their strong lineage. There were plenty of things she should probably consider at this point: Just how far did his possessiveness go, for instance, or was this just part of their game. But she barely had time to consider it as she grew wetter under his firm hold. Kiltski released a soft whimper not out of weakness, but out of arousal as she attempted to step away from the vampire but found herself indeed cemented by his strength.

"Gorm." She whispered his name affectionately as both arms lifted so that her hands could brush up his immaculate body. He had already fed this night, there are no reason for it. It was either pure glutton, or, perhaps something else? Her travelling hand found his stomach before continuing onward until she was gently rubbing his manhood through his pants, and she murmured:

"I am no more yours than those books you refuse me.... It is you, in fact, that belongs to me." She felt herself growing more pale the longer he fed from her. He had latched perfectly, his aim had been perfect. He was perfect now.

"What do you think you're doing here?" Kiltski inquired further as her hand fell away and that smirk returned to her features. "Even weakened, I am more powerful than you."

Though. Honestly. She was starting to wonder just how true that actually was. Who would she be if she didn't push his buttons, though?
 
Gorm wasn't hungry at all. He did this solely to claim her, leaving his mark on her fair flesh. He needed to leave that physical impression on her, the proof of his dominance. As he'd already told her, Kiltski had created her own monster. She was the only one at fault for his vampirism.

Not needing any more, he pulled his fangs out from her neck at a bit of an awkward angle, leaving small, leaking cuts in her skin. He pressed his bloody lips up to her ear as he held her rather tightly, whispering into her ear. "You are mine."

And now Kiltski was going to give her fellow vampire exactly what he wanted. His eyes, despite being fed, remained a dark red. He felt stronger than he ever had before, so much stronger. He could run through an entire band of the toughest orc warriors and still have energy to expend. And all of that was going to be concentrated in Kiltski tonight. She'd truly picked the wrong time to fuck with her assassin.

He guided her back to the desk where she'd been sat when he'd first entered the room. He pressed the palm of one of his hands into her back and pushed her down, forcing her to bend over the desk, pushing her fantastic rear out. Working silently, he licked his lips and reached his hand into the waistband of her armor. He pulled it down to her thighs, revealing to himself and the stone walls her rounded cheeks, quite happy with the way they jiggled as they were released.

His hand moved from her back to her long hair, grabbing on to it to keep her held down. He pulled on it just a bit to make her back arch a bit, making her rear look even more delectable. With a heavy, excited sigh, he pulled his free hand back and swung it forwards, his palm connecting against her flesh with a sharp smacking sound that rang throughout the room.

"You're going to give me everything I want tonight."
 
Gorm ripping his fangs from her neck at that jagged angle caused the vampire to hiss at him defensively as she recoiled. The mark he had left on her burned far more than it should have and she swore she felt the blood trickling from the site. The feeling of his bloody lips and his hot, bloody breath pressing to her ear brought the vampire's lingering hiss to fall off into a small gasp. And then those words again. Ownership. Ownership. Ownership was universal.

Kiltski released a gasp of impact when Gorm shoved her down into her own desk and her head turned to glance at him from the corner of her beautiful green eyes. He revealed her large, voluptuous derriere to himself and she only watched the pleased expression on his face no matter how mild it was. She could see it there, in his deep red eyes. A hunger she had seen before but now he had the strength to back it up. Black Brotherhood breeches now digging into her thick thighs , she was fully exposed to him. The tiny netherhole of her rear hid snuggly between her large cheeks while the slit of her womanhood barely peeked at him from under it. Both fully available for him, and waiting.

"Fuck!" She cried out as Gorm took a fist full of her hair and pulled her head back in order to pose her more provocatively. Kiltski of course made no qualms of obeying the silent command and arched her back for him, bringing her womanhood to be just a little more visible now, and she hisssed defensively as he spoke his final sentiment on the matter.

Everything he wanted.

She continued her low warning hiss as her mouth opened to bare her fangs despite not actually facing the vampire behind her. His hold on her was impervious and Kiltski was feeling quite like a trapped animal. Yet she shifted her impressively generous rear slightly to one side in an attempt to arouse the male.

"You're a real piece of shit, Gorm. Just wait until I catch you sleeping." She growled out to him over her low defensive hissing. Yet her body. Oh, her womanhood grew so much wetter for him.

This was love... right?
 
"You won't catch me sleeping. You already know who your Master is."

Gorm spoke with a steel in his voice that he'd never had. There was no question in his mind that she belonged to him now. It was a certainty, and her loyalty and servitude was completely expected. He was going to try his absolute best to break her down, to finally make her realize her place on Tamriel.

Frankly, he didn't really care how she looked right now. Her pushing her ass out towards him wasn't even recognized. Gorm was more interested in other things. Hearing her moan for him. Watching her submit to his power. Watching her body write as he brutalized her into orgasm. And all the while, he smelled her slowly trickling blood in the air, arousing him further. His fangs never retracted, despite having no want to feed.

"I hate you Kiltski. I hate you so much. You're nothing but a sorry slut, a worthless bitch."

Each syllable felt amazing rolling from his tongue but he felt the exact opposite. Gorm was completely addicted to the woman who'd introduced him to this powerful form, who'd made him into the powerful vampire lord that he was becoming. He could never live without her. Oh, Gorm loved her. He had since he'd first choked her and raped her, filling her with his cum and knocking her out. He needed to hurt her, to claim her to prove this to her. It was fucked up, but what wasn't anymore?

Gorm raised his hand and spanked her again, harder. His hand landed on the exact same spot as it did the first, flesh digging into that red spot once more. While this was nice, it wasn't fulfilling him. He needed to do something more... Extreme.

And he knew that was when he paused for a moment, noticing her back passage nestled between her round rear. Keeping her pinned down by the hair with one hand, the other slowly traced down the valley between her cheeks. His index finger extended, he pushed forwards until he felt the rim of her hole. He chuckled to himself and then pushed forwards in a short burst, feeling his finger slide into her, unlubed and unprepared.

"I own you."
 
Master?

Kiltski felt something regarding those confident words that came from Gorm. An odd twist in both her heart and her stomach. Perhaps it was regret on her part. Perhaps it was recognition of Gorm. Or maybe it was simply her cold heart defrosting a little bit for Gorm. But whatever the reason for the feeling was, she fucking felt it.

"Master?" She questioned him through that hiss, half testing the word and half disbelieving it. But that was when he started again. He hated her. She was a sorry, worthless slut. She loved when he sweet talked her like that. She had heard it all before. Hate, that was a new one. But that only meant their relationship was blooming like a flower in the spring. She chuckled from her position on the table and tested his resolute hold on her hair just slightly. Finding no room to move her head, she fell still and spoke.

"Hate me? You haven't hated me since the day I took over Gorm." She reasoned with him following by a deep laughter at his expense. Laughter that was cut off by his hand coming down on her voluptuous rear again. Her laughter returned shortly after that sharp strike. But again, Gorm was prepared to shut that down as well. His finger pressing against her smallest hole caused her eyes to widen with a sudden gasp of surprise.

"Gorm!" She snapped at him, reprimanding him. But she felt his finger press into her small hole despite the unpreparedness of her body and this brought out a noise of pain as her rear end tightened around him. "You're a fucking piece of shit Gorm." She growled lowly only to be met by those three words from the vampire lord.

I own you.

"You wish you owned me Gorm. There are far more powerful vampires than you that I could have." Her tight body writhed on the desk before him, causing her pants to dig into her thighs even more as she failed to win her freedom.

"Do you not get enough on the road Gorm? Or are you just obsessed with me?"
 
Gorm was done talking to her. He knew her words were completely nonsensical. No, there was no vampire stronger than him. No man stronger than him. Every inch of this man radiated pure, unshakable confidence. She was powerless to him. This pure, unadulterated power running through his veins was more intoxicating than anything he'd ever tasted. He knew he could never have it any other way, that there would never be another woman like Kiltski.

Gorm grunted in pleasure when he heard her groan, feeling her tighten even more around his finger. Oh, he loved having her like this. She looked so sexy with her best asset pushed out towards him, totally merciless to his strength.

But he could sense her heart racing. He sensed that she was loving this just as much as he was. She loved being at his mercy, loved getting dominated by him and used for his pleasure. And he just loved a naughty little slut like her.

His finger slowly curled up a bit as his digit slid deeper into her. Once he felt he was deep enough he pulled it back out until just the fingertip was inside of her, finger straightening out. He let it sit there for a moment before quickly and suddenly pushing it back into her, smiling at the discomfort he was causing her.

He decided to give her another little surprise while his finger kept rhythmically pushing in and out of her. He let go of her hair, finding his way down to her pants again. He pulled them down slightly, past her lower thighs. He then pushed his palm against her glistening womanhood, rubbing at it a bit before pulling his hand back, spanking it just as hard as he did her ass earlier.

"Mine."
 
|| I really wish I had Gorm's confidence lmao ||

Gorm slowly let his finger slide deeper and deeper into her tiny, un-lubed hole. It was completely at his mercy, helpless to him, and Kiltski cried out in the pain of his intrusion. But Gorm relished that pain and did not seem to let it bother him. Her face reddened as his finger started those thrusting motions in and out of her small hole between those big, yummy cheeks he so adored. She was growing looser around his finger, yet without lube it did not make it any less painful.

Gorm suddenly releasing her hair brought Kilski to look behind her in surprise at her freedom only for his hand to begin roughly rubbing her severely underused womanhood. (an autobiograghy by me)

"Fuck Gorm!" She moaned out in a surprised pleasure. She was so incredibly wet for the man, the vampire, with very little effort on his part. Even though he never entered her, he would still be able to feel that milky wetness waiting for him. Her hips writhed again underneath him as he tantalized her on her own desk-- and then that sharp sting brought her to softly cry out in surprise. That area was sensitive after all, and that did not feel good.

"Bastard!" She accused as that finger still played in her tiniest hole, continuing to attempt at stretching her. "You're out of the Brotherhood! Out!"

|| rofl okay Kiltski whatever you say ||
 
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