Daedric Debauchery

The breton vampire, Brennon, and the high elf vampire, Vaulreth, both descend into a daedric ruin in search of an alchemist stone, stumbling upon one of the Daedric Prince Sanguine’s infamous parties and get roped in more dangerous debauchery than they had planned.

Contains: M/F/M, blood, violence, exhibition, s&m, footplay, femdom, orgy, double pen, anal, vaginal.

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Daedric Debauchery

The stone door ground against itself as Brennon got his fingers around the edge, pulling it open enough to push it the rest of the way. He stepped through followed shortly by the much taller male, Vaulreth, the moonlight pouring it behind him as he narrowed his eyes from under his hood into the darkness. He brushed the dust off of his vampiric looking armor, the red and black leather underneath some interlocking plates only barely hiding the most recent blood-stains.

The long corridor ahead of him was unlit, but he saw light off around the bend, what Brennon assumed to be from a lit torch. He smirked, his grey lips parting slightly as he started down the corridor. Halfway towards where the torch was, there was another doorway to his left, the door appeared to have been broken down. He glanced down what looked like a spray of bloodstains on the floor at the doorway. He narrowed his eyes at the door itself, reaching out to wipe dust from the edge. Large claw marks had torn through the edge of the metal door.

He stepped back and looked back towards the exit before turning towards the torchlight again, his hand subconsciously falling to the sharp pommel of his longsword. The claw marks looked to be about the size of a werewolf’s, but such creatures were unusual in Morrowind, much less Stonefalls. More likely, the marks belonged to a daedroth, a hulking reptilian daedra capable of tearing most mortals in half with a single strike. Such sights were common in ancient Velothi shrines like this one. The dark elves summoned all manner of horrors from Oblivion in their eternal quest for greater power.

“Afraid of some beasts, old friend?” Vaulreth asked, his tone teasing, as he gestured with his bladed staff.

Brennon shrugged. “Not when I know I’m the faster runner between the two of us.”

Vaulreth chuckled as he continued towards the torchlight. When they got to the turn, they saw a torch with red runes etched into the metal, the flame seeming to burn nothing as it floated a few inches off the metal sconce. He followed the corridor down, passing another torch on the wall every twenty feet or so until the corridor lifted up into a small flight of stairs, leading into a large, dark room, the vaulted ceilings vanishing into cobwebs as the sparse torchlight drowned in the shadows that seemed to cling unnaturally to the walls and floor. 

Directly ahead were a pair of smaller staircases that conjoined in the middle up towards a balcony area as was a common design in daedric temples, with two higher balconies on the other walls to his left and right. Brennon heard a sort of whispering sound, an inane hissing before snarling words came from the balcony on the right.

“What’s this? More mortals have come into our parlor?” a male, red-skinned dremora said as he materialized from the shadows on the balcony.

“They come not as the others have. They come wearing weapons and armor as if to play at soldier.” Another, deeper and rougher voice came from the left balcony as another male dremora sneered down at Vaulreth and Brennon.

Brennon frowned slightly, glancing down at his armor and broadsword with a scrutinizing look. He looked back up at each of the dremora. The pair of daedra were wearing a mix of leather and plate armor, in the same manner as he and Vaulreth, but theirs was much harsher, bearing demonic motifs characteristic to traditional daedric armor.

“You’ll find we're as far above the common soldier as you are above the common mortal, dremora,” Vaulreth said dismissively.

“A show of force then? You altmer are all the same. Arrogant and reckless. We should kill you where you stand,” the one on the right hissed as he pointed an accusing claw down at him.

A feminine-sounding voice, with the same harsh reverberation of the other two dremora came from over the stairs in front of the pair. 

“Unless you wish to be cast into the Void, I wouldn’t antagonize these two. They are stronger than the others…”

Brennon sized up the owner of the new voice. She was another dremora for certain, her horns were covered by a hood, her lithe, voluptuous frame in tight leather armor, her eyes shimmering solid red in the reflection of the torchlight below. Unlike her two male counterparts, she carried no jagged sword at her side, or any visible weapon for that matter, but Brennon knew better than to assume she was unarmed. Violence was an art form and a necessity to the Kyn, and he had never met an exception.

The dremora on the left scoffed as he briefly took his gaze from Vaulreth to the female at the top of the stairs. 

“Are you implying that these… sickly-looking mortals could possibly offer resistance? I could kill them both with a single flick of my wrist!”

“Come now, gentleman. I’m sure we can find some common ground here. No need to be uncouth…” Vaulreth said, his smooth, deep voice slithering across his words with a mix of charm and contempt.

Brennon grinned, baring his sharp fangs as he turned in the center of the room watching each of the daedra as he rested his hands on the pommels of his swords. They were obviously itching for a fight, and Brennon generally liked making good first impressions. When amongst the forces of Oblivion, it had been the breton’s experience that pain was the currency universally accepted among the daedra, and as any respectable assassin would, he came more than prepared. Vaulreth seemed a bit more resigned. The entire trip up towards the ruins Vaulreth had been stressing that Brennon was not to antagonize the daedra should they find any, so he was certain they would talk at lengths about it later, as they often did whenever one of their many expeditions went awry. 

The female dremora shrugged. “I know these two. I know their intentions and their strength, but by all means. Throw yourselves at them. The ensuing carnage should be amusing…”

The male on the right snarled. “You dare mock us? After we grind these mortals into a thin paste, we’ll tie you to the underside of a daedroth for a few days. See how that improves your attitude.”

The female seemed un-phased by the threat, but as Brennon was watching her, the dremora on the left had already raised his hand to cast a massive fireball. Of course the daedra would want to obliterate them both in a single massive blast. That would be the most spectacular way to do so for certain, but the long cast time was more than enough for Vaulreth to shimmer in a red outline before teleporting behind the daedra and slashing his staff across the male’s head. One of the three blades crowning the staff caught on a horn however, slicing through it but only leaving a bloody gash in the skin. The dremora went tumbling off the balcony as the other leapt towards Brennon with a jagged scimitar in hand. 

Just as reckless as the oversized fireball had been, the somersaulting haymaker was just as fatal an error. Brennon easily side-stepped the blade and followed up with a quick upward slash in a fluid motion. The blade however simply glanced off the dremora’s armor with a grating scraping sound. The dremora snarled and launched into a flurry of rapid strikes, pushing Brennon across the room. Deflecting a couple off only to have his own blade glance off the dremora’s armor, or simply having to block or even take the blow against his own with a wince, Brennon eventually growled and vanished from sight in a cloud of red mist. The dremora frowned and looked around, panicking as he turned around, anticipating a blow from behind only for Brennon to re-materialize exactly where he had been a moment earlier, stabbing upward into the daedra’s arm-pit, where the armor was weaker. 

The dremora staggered away in time to see his compatriot unleash a fire nova, blowing Vaulreth back into the wall and pushing him back a few steps. Brennon kicked the dremora’s knee before teleporting in front of him in a flash of red, aiming for the daedra’s face with his sword, slicing the side of his neck instead. Stepping into the blow, the dremora wrenched Brennon’s blade from his hands and swung with his own. Brennon turned into mist again for half a second, passing through the dremora before kicking the side of the dremora’s knee again, this time issuing a loud crunch.

The daedra let out a bone-chilling scream as he twisted down to one knee, his sword hand caught by one of Brennon’s left hand while his forehead was grasped in a death-grip from Brennon’s right. Brennon responded with a demonic snarl of his own as he slammed the back of the daedra’s head down onto the floor. The stone tile shattered under the impact on the first blow, a wet crunch following the second one before Brennon lifted the dremora up and bit a bloody gash into his neck, ripping open the slice he had already started. 

Meanwhile the other dremora swung with a swath of flame from his hands as Vaulreth dashed in and out of the shadows, slashing with tendrils of blood magic from the end of his staff in a mad flurry before stabbing him through the stomach with the sharp butt end of his staff. After a moment the dremora staggered to his knees before watching his compatriot cough and choke on his own blood before groaning.

“Fucking vampires…” the dremora said as Vaulreth ripped the staff out and lifted the dremora up by the neck in one hand, crushing his throat at arms reach before tossing him aside like a rag doll. 

Vaulreth ran his tongue across the blades of his staff, effectively cleaning the blood from the metal before wiping it off. Brennon finally let go of the other dremora, his lifeless husk falling to the ground with a stiff thud before taking a deep breath, his eyes glowing for a moment as he looked up towards the female. She had been silently watching, an impassive look on her face. Any attempts Brennon had at discerning her thoughts were deflected, both by her deadpan expression and an invisible ward around her mind.

She shrugged, almost dismissively before turning towards the door behind her. 

“Well, come on. Party’s not going to wait on you two…”

Vaulreth and Brennon exchanged glances. Vaulreth’s stern expression never relaxing even as he hung his staff on his back. Brennon reached his hand out towards his sword, not taking his eyes off the doorway above them. The sword flew into his hand with a slight hum of magic as the blood erupted into red flames before vanishing into his sheath.

They made their way up the stairs and into the large doorway, a mirage-like shimmer appeared with a warbling sound as they passed through the doorway, and what had been but a hazy blur of warm light was revealed to be a loud and bustling room full of all manner of creatures. Clearly the central chamber of the ruins, and far larger than the last, there were at least a couple dozen mortals of various races and even more monstrous daedra. Most of them were red and blue skinned dremora, but there were also a few xivilai, spider daedra and even a daedroth. 

It appeared to simply be a party of normal, jovial-spirited festivities as far as Brennon could tell at first glance. Food and drink were lined up on a long table in the center of the room in an ornate fashion, which many of the inhabitants were either sitting at or lounging on. Stringed instruments were played by a pair of dremora and a humanoid skeleton off in the far corner. In the other three corners of the room, daedra and mortals both lingered pillows and couches, most half-naked and surrounded by bottles of all shapes and sizes.

A feminine, suggestive moan caught Brennon’s attention amidst the din of the party. Turning to the sound, Brennon saw that, not only were most of the party-goers half-naked, some even completely so, a few were engaged in some sort of sexual activity or another. A muscular redguard woman in nearly transparent silken undergarments swayed in a slow dance over a male dremora, a smirk teasing at him from behind a veil as a female breton and orc ran their tongues up and down the length of his cock.

Brennon arched his brow at the display before noticing that was one of the more mundane interactions between mortal and immortal there. The woman lounging on the table was a voluptuous dark elf who seemed to be carrying on a conversation with a female khajiit as a pair of dremora licked and caressed her abdomen and sex.

A shrill cackle turned his gaze to the other side of the room, as a spider daedra finished wrapping a blood-red webbing around a female altmer to the underside of the daedroth. The golden-skinned elf gritted her teeth and grunted as the hulking reptilian thrusted into her with its colossus member before standing up with her and wandering over to the table.

Vaulreth tapped Brennon’s shoulder with the back of his hand as he leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“Don’t forget why we’re here,” the high elf said as he scanned the room, his expression still sour as the blood started to dry on his lips.

Brennon nodded. “Right. We get distracted, and she could slip out of reach. Think one of us should guard the door?”

Before Vaulreth could respond, the female dremora from before walked up to them. 

“There you two are. Come. Join me for a drink.” 

It was not an offer, but a command. Her tone was under the guise of civility and even pleasantry, but the intent was not subtle. Brennon grinned at her, his mouth and chin still dark from the blood. 

“We’ve already taken a pair of drinks from you. It’d be presumptuous to take more.”

The dremora mimicked his playful tone, much to the vampire’s surprise, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth as her dark eyes ran up and down his armored form.

“And yet, you’d be rude to refuse anything your hostess offers you. Please, I insist.”

Vaulreth’s expression had yet to soften. Brennon knew what he was thinking, for the thought was also in his mind. This demonic creature had just witnessed the pair rip through her compatriots like soldiers through untrained drunks. Daedra, as a rule, hated being shown up, so this woman’s first priority was to make fools of them somehow, thus anything they drink is most likely going to do just that. On the other hand, one does not simply refuse a drink at one of Sanguine’s infamous parties.

Brennon grinned, baring his teeth as he bowed to her slightly. Vaulreth hesitantly followed suit as a cry of either pain or pleasure came from the altmer girl across the great hall.

“We would be honored to partake of anything you offer us, my lady,” Brennon said, an amorous edge on his words.

The dremora took a step closer to him, close enough for him to feel her breath on his face. At this distance, he saw that her irises were in fact distinct from the rest of her eyes, though they still looked strange, all nearly being the same crimson hue, the sclera slightly darker than the rest. She stared into his monstrous gaze, as if seeing his rising lust at the general scene and at her. Before he could react, she ran a finger across his chin, her claw-like nail scraping against his bloodied stubble before stepping back and licking the blood off her finger, making an obvious show of flicking her long tongue about before chuckling.

“And I’m sure you would…”

She turned towards the table, giving Vaulreth an opportunity to pull Brennon in for another whisper. 

“This has to be her. She’s the alchemist.”

Brennon grimaced slightly as he kept his eyes on her, ready to pull away from Vaulreth should she look over her shoulder. A couple of the dremora, including the one being pleasured by the orc and the breton, glanced over at the armored pair as they hissed at each other suspiciously.

“We can’t take her now. Too many are watching as it is. We need to find her lab first,” Brennon shot back.

“We don’t have a choice. If we drink anything she gives us, we-” Vaulreth pushed off as the female dremora looked over her shoulder at the two, gesturing for them to follow with a wave of her hand.

Brennon laughed as he walked over. “Too right, old friend. Not nearly enough fighting to be a believable tribute to Sanguine. What’s wine without some blood mixed in, eh?” 

Brennon spoke loud enough for the watchful eyes in the corner to hear, but when he glanced over, he saw the male dremora was a little busy unloading onto the orc and breton as the redguard stepped on his chest. He shrugged. Perhaps he was overthinking the situation. He wanted to believe that the two outside were the only pair of daedra who’d jump at the two vampires should they do anything suspicious, but the past century of such adventures with Vaulreth in dealing with the immortal beings of the Aurbis told him otherwise.

Brennon silently cursed himself as he looked back at the female dremora. He hadn’t seen her pour the drinks that she now held in her hands. She held them both out towards the pair of undead. Brennon took one of the gold goblets from her as Vaulreth took the other. The older high elf had finally adopted a playful smile as a small, shadowy bat flittered back towards the doorway.

“We never introduced ourselves, did we?” Vaulreth asked.

The dremora shook her head. “Those brutes at the door didn’t let you get much of a word in edgewise, I’m afraid.”

Brennon started to open his mouth to speak as the daedroth slammed the altmer on the table not far away, thrusting furiously, its length ramming deep into her bowels as it struggled to fit all the way into her ass. Brennon did his best to speak over the noise of the daedroth and the altmer without shouting.

“Well, in that case, I’m Bren-”

“Brennon Fulburton and Vaulreth Duerkarn. Your reputations precede you two. You’ve both quite a record for surviving where other mortals and even vampires, often perish or go mad. I know of a couple different daedra lords who’ve spoken highly of you,” The dremora said as she picked up another goblet from the table before it got knocked over by the jostling.

Brennon arched his eyebrows in surprise as he raised his goblet, the smell of red wine and something he didn’t recognize tingling at his senses. “Such high praise. And does our beautiful hostess have a name we could address her by?”

Watching Brennon drink from his goblet first, Vaulreth eventually followed suit as the dremora bared her teeth in a grin at each of them.

“My name is Xalvir, but you can address me as Mistress from now on…”

Brennon grimaced as he gripped his chest before dropping his goblet and doubling over. Vaulreth drew his sword but also crumpled as he raised it to strike her. A roar of laughter erupted from the daedra within view of the exchange, and Xalvir’s vicious teeth were the last thing his eyes focused on before his vision went black.

“We’ll have such fun together,” she said.

***

The smell of burning roots mixed with a heavy incense filled Brennon’s nostrils. He opened his eyes and winced at the torchlight in the small room and the visible smog in the air. The dark red of the stone and the runes etched into the walls told him he was still somewhere in the ruins. The room was largely unremarkable except for several tables with all manner of alchemical apparatus and reagents and a few red cushions sprawled out on a thick rug in the corner of the room. 

He flexed his limbs in an attempt to bring the feeling back into them, only to hear the clatter of chains. He looked up and saw his arms hanging from steel-cuffs chained to the ceiling a few feet above. He looked down and saw he was naked, his feet cuffed to chains on the floor. Vaulreth was a few feet to his left against the wall in the same fashion, far enough that even if Brennon got a hand free, he still wouldn’t be able to reach him.

Brennon’s eyes flashed red and his body turned to a black silhouette for a moment as he almost turned into a cloud of mist before snapping back into his mortal form again. He tried this a couple more times as footsteps approached. A wooden door opened as Vaulreth shook his head and groaned, his long, silver hair covering most of his face. Xalvir stepped into the room and closed the door behind her with a wine-bottle in hand. She had discarded the armor leaving nothing to the imagination as the torchlight illuminated her dark-red form. She smirked at the pair over her shoulder as she set the bottle on the table and picked up a small dagger, swaying her hips slightly as she removed a vial from a small case and spread a few drops of blue liquid across the blade.

“Do you like the shackles?” She asked nonchalantly.

Brennon looked up and nodded before watching her bare back for a moment.

“Love them,” Brennon said, his tone playful. “I’d kill for a pair of them myself. Do you often have vampires, or did you acquire these specifically for us?”

“Got them just for you. Don’t you feel lucky?” She picked up another vial, this time an empty one as she turned back towards the pair. “Now, since you’re both here and so eager for blood, how about I start by taking some from you? It’s not like you’ll need it for much else…”

She glanced down at Brennon’s cock as it neared full length. Brennon smirked at her as their eyes met.

“I think I can come up with some better uses. Surely you imagined having some fun with us, if you were going to come in here dressed like that.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Perhaps. There’s just a small problem with that. See, I had wanted to let you two take hold of me and fill me up, but I know why you two are here. You need my alchemy stone for the Grievous Twilight, Baron Zaslamar. Even if I cared about your insignificant struggles with the powers of Coldharbour, and willingly helped, why should I trust you not to kill me like you did those two outside?”

Vaulreth shook his head as he gestured with his hands. “Obviously, we’re not going anywhere. Between these shackles and whatever you gave us to drink, it’s safe to assume you could do whatever you wanted to us, with or without us being chained to the wall.”

Vaulreth was lying of course. Brennon could feel the effects of the potion she had slipped into their drinks wearing off even as he was talking. Vaulreth may have still been feeling weak though, as he had a bad habit of not shrugging off poisons as quickly as the breton, especially ones of magical nature as this most likely was. As long as the shadowy familiar Vaulreth had sent for help actually got back to them before too long, they should be fine. Assuming it didn’t leave them stranded. Again.

Xalvir picked at her pronounced fangs with the scalpel for a moment before sighing and walking back over to the table. She set the scalpel down and snapped her fingers, a flash of purple light causing the chains to vanish from the wall and floor. Vaulreth crumpled to his knees and doubled over with a groan as Brennon slumped down, his legs splayed out a bit as she walked back over. She put her foot on his chiseled frame, running her toes across his abs as she looked him up and down. 

“Feel fortunate that I’m in an unusually polite mood, and that you’re unusually pretty for mortals. Do exactly as I say, and I won’t feed you your hearts.”

She slammed her foot down into his chest over his heart, as if to make her point, issuing a small grunt from the breton as he kept his eyes on her, his muscular frame easily absorbing the force of her kick. Vaulreth picked himself up and sat up against the wall as he watched the pair. It was obvious he was still feeling weak despite his performed demeanor. Her manicured looking toes had short, but sharp points that raked down across his chest as she pulled her foot down across it, leaving red, but dry lines in his pale flesh. He watched her for a moment before attempting to sit up a bit. She kicked him in the jaw, turning his head to the side before pressing the ball of her foot into his cheek.

“Kiss it, pet,” Xalvir said, her tone as contemptuous as it was playful.

Brennon did his best not to look insulted. He also did his best to not look at Vaulreth as he started to kiss on suck on the dremora’s toes. Vaulreth grinned impishly at the two, both reveling in the humiliation his human compatriot was enduring and slowly becoming aroused by the exchange, his own member rising to full length. Xalvir didn’t seem to notice Vaulreth though, eventually pulling her foot from Brennon’s mouth to drag it across his cock, her toes wrapping around the shaft as she pulled it up and down.

Brennon gave her the grunts and winces that she seemed to be looking for as she ground her foot against his cock and trimmed pelvic area, earning a deep giggle from the dremora as she bit her lower lip. Brennon looked down from her eyes to her sex as it grew visibly wet. She finally let go of his cock and walked up to him, gesturing to sit up higher with her hand.

He did as requested as she moved her sex to his face, standing with her legs spread as she brought herself inches from his face. She grabbed his head by the hair and pulled it back to force him to look up at her as she glared down at him. 

“Bite me, and your spine will fold in on itself. Understand?” 

Brennon grinned at her as he gave her hairless flesh a quick kiss. “But of course.”

Brennon doubted she had the ability to perform such a complex spell at a practical speed, but he wasn’t planning on testing her in such a manner anyway. He brought his tongue down across her opening as he kissed at her clit. She bared her teeth as she took deeper breaths before gesturing for Vaulreth to get up before bracing herself against the wall with her elbows.

“My ass…” she said simply as he got up and stood towering behind her.

Vaulreth firmly caressed her muscular ass as he looked down at her, a soft chuckle rising up out of his throat.

“It’s quite impressive, yes.”

She growled at Vaulreth slightly as Brennon practically gnawed on her clit with his lips. 

“Shut up. Put your cock in it. Slowly.”

Vaulreth raised his brow as he looked from her scowling gaze to her ass, pressing his cock up against her back to let her feel it’s full size.

He bent his knees a bit to line his cock up with her other opening, which was dripping wet both from Brennon’s efforts and her own juices at this point. He pushed his cock with a bit of effort until the tip finally broke through her opening. She hissed and then gasped as she pressed herself against the wall. Vaulreth pressed the head of his cock into her opening and then stopped as her sphincter enveloped it.

She pulled at Brennon’s hair as she nodded for Vaulreth to continue. Brennon took this as a gesture to pick up the pace, and so started pulling his tongue across her clit and into her sex, moving in and out with a relentless pace. She let out a low moan as she pulled harder on Brennon’s hair while Vaulreth slowly pushed his half his length into her. Xalvir glared over her shoulder at Vaulreth.

“Come on! You think I’m scared of your puny cock? Just hurry up and-”

Vaulreth unceremoniously shoved his cock the rest of the way up her ass, his shaved pelvic area slapping her ass into Brennon’s head. The breton’s grunt was lost in her gasping scream as Vaulreth’s cock pressed into her colon. Xalvir gripped onto Brennon’s head with both hands as Vaulreth started rapidly pulling his cock nearly all the way in and out of her. Her scream fell into a low, steady moan as she practically collapsed against the wall and onto Brennon for over a minute until her breathing became choked gasps before spewing a series of squirts onto Brennon’s face.

After a moment, she turned Brennon’s face away and brought her hand around to tap Vaulreth’s shoulder as he bent down over her.

“Pick me up. Don’t stop,” was all she could manage in-between breaths.

Vaulreth reached his hands under her thighs and picked her up, pulling her off the wall as he slowed down his pace a bit. She craned her head around to look up at him, pulling his head down into a surprisingly passionate kiss. After a few moments of this, she pointed to a pile of pillows on the circular rug. 

“Lay down on your back. Keep me on.”

Vaulreth did as he was told, halting his thrusts but keeping the daedra against his body with his cock all the way up her ass, her legs still twitching as they went down. Craning her head up to look over at Brennon, who had been running his tongue across his lips and chin, she flicked her clawed fingers over inwards in a beckoning gesture. 

“Make your puny cock useful, human,” Xalvir said, her fingers massaging her clit in a circular motion. 

Brennon stood up and walked over as Vaulreth reached around the dremora to grope her firm breasts. Brennon knelt down over her, watching her as she bared her teeth and hissed at him. The vicious expression might have been a threatening sign of displeasure if it were from anyone else, but Brennon expected nothing else from the demonic creature, the sight of her four dagger-like fangs simply instilling greater desire.

Using one arm to keep himself over the pair as Vaulreth resumed his deep and short thrusting, Brennon pressed his cock against her lower lips, daring to tease for the briefest moment before inserting into her opening. Despite the dremora’s comment on Brennon’s size, she did not have a massive interior herself and had trouble accommodating his size. She grunted from the exertion as Brennon filled her up before growling when he hit her cervix, his cock not even all the way in. In addition to her tightness around his diameter, Brennon could feel the pressure from Vaulreth’s cock as the altmer pushed in and out of her. 

“Need a moment?” Brennon asked in a snide tone.

She grabbed his jaw, her claws drawing blood before she let go and slapped him with enough force to turn his head.

“Shut up. You two will speak when I ask it of you  and only then.”

Vaulreth chuckled as he started passionately kissing her neck and shoulder. Her eyes widened for a moment as a gasp escaped her, her snarl turning to a look of shock. Brennon shrugged off the slap before thrusting in and out of her, finding a pace that worked with the much larger male’s. 

Her hand growing more frantic around her swollen clit, she reached her other had around, Brennon’s head to pull his forehead against hers. She bit her lip as his breathing started to grow as heavy as hers. She opened her mouth, letting out ragged breaths as the two vampires stretched her out. Brennon looked down towards her stomach and saw a slight bulge each time Brennon and Vaulreth both went all the way in. 

Before Brennon could react, Xalvir lunged forward and bit into his neck, poking four holes into his flesh as he continued to ram into her cervix. Vaulreth laid his head back against the red cushion as he started to thrust more erratically. Xalvir pulled out of her bite, a mouthful of blood spilling from around her lips as she kissed Brennon. The vampire did his best to get his blood back from the daedra, but she swallowed the rest of it before too long. 

Letting his frustration get the better of him, Brennon slammed his cock all the way in, lodging the head of his cock into her cervix. The daedra pulled out of her kiss and screamed, though Brennon couldn’t tell if it was more out of pain or pleasure as she spasmed around his cock, her legs shaking as another stream of her juices jetted out onto him.

Vaulreth moaned as he let go of her breasts to pull at her horns, pulling her head back against him as he exploded into her bowels, thrusting as deeply into her as could before stopping. The combination of getting stuck into Xalvir’s vice gripping cervix and her own orgasm was enough to push Brennon over the edge, unleashing a stream of cum into her womb.

They remained in place for a minute, the two vampires slowly going soft inside the daedra. The vice around his cock was enough to push it out of her womb the moment Brennon started to go soft, the sensation sending a new wave of pleasure and lust over him. A look of indignation flashing across her face, Xalvir slapped Vaulreth’s hands off her horns before shoving Brennon off of her and standing up, her ass making a popping sound as she pulled all the way off of Vaulreth’s cock. She walked over to the table before uncorking the wine bottle and taking a long swig directly from it.

She let out a sigh as she pulled the bottle from her lips, only partially looking over her shoulder as she spoke to the two.

“Next time, you don’t get to cum until I say.”

Vaulreth and Brennon exchanged glances as they sat up. She turned and smiled at them both, narrowing her eyes as if with a triumphant air.

“I’m almost a bit disappointed you two haven’t fought back anymore than you have. I do so enjoy beating arrogant males into submission.”

Vaulreth shrugged. “We’ve been around long enough to know when to pick our battles by now.”

Xalvir walked back to Vaulreth, pouring a bit of wine out over his face, issuing little more than a look of indignant resignation from the altmer.

“Did I give you permission to speak?” She giggled impishly before taking another swig from the bottle and straddling her legs over his torso, pushing his head towards her sex with her hand.

A loud rumbling and a booming crash filled the hall with tremors. A demonic roar echoed followed by the snarls and screams of daedra and mortals. Xalvir hissed as she set the bottle down and started towards the door. When she moved to open it, it went flying open, the metal door bending around the force of the stony talons appearing on the other side of it. Xalvir went flying into the table, knocking the bottle and several alchemical apparatus with a crash. A swarm of bats and a gargoyle crashed through the doorway. The bats swarmed around the wrists and ankles of the vampires, red light cracking through the metal before shattering with echoing ringing sounds. The gargoyle was too big to fit through the doorway, and so simply stood in its entirety, swiping it’s claws at Xalvir, as if hoping she’d try to slip around him.

Vaulreth didn’t bother getting to his feet first, simply turning into mist and flying into Xalvir, rematerializing in front of her to grab her by the neck and lift her up off the table in one hand. 

“Find our gear!” Vaulreth said.

Brennon dashed off looking for where the dremora might have stashed their armor and weapons as the altmer narrowed his eyes at Xalvir. She desperately pulled at his hands, but his grip was iron, but not tight enough to cut off her breath completely.

“Where’s the stone?”

“Fuck you!” she hissed through her bared teeth.

“I’m afraid the time for that has passed,” Vaulreth said, a somewhat condescending look on his face before looking behind her and seeing a small runestone scattered amongst the metal and shattered glass on the table. 

Brennon found their equipment on a table just outside past the gargoyle on a table in the hallway. He quickly strapped on his armor before grabbing Vaulreth’s and the box, the continuous cacophony of battle echoing out through stone corridors.  Brennon set the armor on the table next to Xalvir and Vaulreth. The altmer tossed Xalvir onto the pillows with a thud before strapping on his armor as Brennon walked over towards her. 

“You know, this could have gone differently,” Brennon started, kneeling down in front of her. “We could have enjoyed the party, fucked and then made a deal where we all come out on top in some way. But you just had to put us in our place, didn’t you? No different from those two who greeted us at the start.”

Vaulreth grabbed the runestone off the table before reaching his clawed gauntlet out towards the doorway, his staff flying into his hand with a hum of magic as he walked over towards the two.

“To your credit, you were much more pleasant than most dremora, or even daedra in general. I’m sure the rest of our order would love to experience you as we have. But as it is, we’re out of time, and must dash.” Vaulreth waved his hand as he started for the door. “I’m sure you’ll keep in touch!”

Xalvir snarled at the pair as she pushed herself up off her chest, her eyes blazing with fury.

“You think to steal from me and get away with it? Kill yourselves! Better that Molag Bal take your souls to Coldharbour than what I’ll do when I catch you two again!” the dremora screamed as Brennon stood up and started towards the door.

“That’s lovely, dear,” Vaulreth replied. “We’ll have to do this again sometime. We’ll host next time. Only fair, don’t you think?”

Brennon gestured for the gargoyle to head down the hallway before bowing to Xalvir. “Until then, Xalvir.”

The two started down the hallway as the dremora flung all manner of curses at them, some they recognized, but most they didn’t. They followed the corridors down until they made it back into the main hall. The corpses of daedra laid strewn about the room along with a single fallen gargoyle as the daedroth and another gargoyle fought. The mortals were conveniently absent. Seems they had the good sense to flee the vampiric guardians. Neither vampire wanted to stick around to find out who was waiting to pounce on them, nor did they want to let Xalvir mount a counterattack on them before they could escape.

They sprinted down the hallways, occasionally turning to mist to mitigate stairs or rubble before bolting out into the night sky, the moon still lingering low as the light of dawn threatened the darkness.

“You planned that all along, right? With the bat?” Brennon asked before looking up at Vaulreth.

The elf blinked, looking straight ahead before nodding. “Of course. All according to plan. Let’s uh… not mention this to the others though, all the same.”