Dragonguard’s Embrace

My first ESO commission, featuring Gruundwulf and Renald from before their conflict in Elsweyr, and featuring Lea, an oc belonging to a friend of mine who was kind enough to let me use them. A training session in an old Dragonguard Sanctum becomes a very different kind of session…

Features: Maledom, size-difference, deepthroat, spitroast, anal, dp.

Go forth!

The cool air of the stone chamber would have been eerie to some, off putting even. The candles perched within the wall sconces and the braziers were for light than heat, and even they were few and far between to keep the underground sanctum’s air as clear as possible. That said, the soft scent of incense burning wafted to and fro within the dim corridors as a gentle breeze carried it through as if by the echo of a dragon’s breath long gone.

Neither the darkness nor the heavy air bothered Lea as she walked down the corridor. The imperial architecture of the Dragonguard sanctum reminded her of home, and the ancient air was a balm to her vampiric form. She brushed a wisp of blond hair that had escaped her long braids back behind her ear, her eyes practically glowing red from behind her ornate spectacles. Her steps echoed across the tile floor, her hair swaying side to side against her bare back slightly, the two piece attire that framed her form barely more than an undergarment save for the bottom, which stretched down her front and back, leaving her hips and  the sides of her thighs exposed. Any other day and she’d be in her armor, but the day’s studies had been mostly reading, and required only what she was comfortable in.

Echoes of metal clanging through the corridor joined that of her footsteps as she approached the doors leading into a massive chamber. A large double door, with the symbol of the Red Diamond in the center, with a vague outline of a dragon wrapped around the top was etched into the polished wood. Under normal circumstances, it would have taken considerable exertion or even two people to quickly open the doors, but Lea simply leaned forward and gave them a quick shove, sending them flying open with ease. Stepping inside, the sound of what was blades against one another rang loudly through the room. 

Several braziers lit the interior, stretching upward along the columns holding the ceiling up. Against two of the walls, ornate tile murals depicting ancient dragonguard and dragons locked in combat could be seen, while against the furthest was no immediate wall at all, but an open cavern with a waterfall framing the scene before Lea. The nord, Grundwulf, in his golden personalized armor stood with his greatsword in both hands, assuming a low guard position in a moment of calm. Across from him, Chevalier Renald, Lea’s sire and an imperial the same as her, stood in his bronze armor save for his helmet, with one arm behind his hip and the other holding his straight sword out in a high guard. The two knights held each other’s gaze for a moment before dissolving into mist, appearing for moments at a time to exchange blows, blades making contact with armor, mist, and blades in a mad dance of immortal prowess, so fast as to be nearly impossible to observe by the naked eye. 

Lea watched intently as she made her approach. Grundwulf materialized in time to catch Renald off guard, slamming his sword into the imperial’s shoulder, sending him staggering off balance for a moment. Following up with another haymaker, Grundwulf roared, his voice shaking the very tiles under Lea’s feet, the Thuum subtly making its way into his every syllable. Renald just barely caught the blow with his sword, parrying it away from his unguarded face and onto his shoulder. The male imperial bent one knee as the force pushed him downward, but not before he could riposte with his own blade, sending it sliding up Grundwulf’s and against the towering man’s visor. Grundwulf staggered back, his hand clutching at his helmet as he stepped away. Renald grimaced as he rolled his shoulder, pacing a bit as well as he chuckled.

“Would have split a mortal man in two, old friend, but you leave yourself too exposed, even as a vampire.”

Grundwulf dropped his sword as he took his helmet in both hands. “You’re too quick, Renald. Fighting you is like chasing a fox. I have to take the lunge just to catch you.”

Lea leaned up against one of the columns, a slight smile gracing her supple lips as she watched the pair. Looking over at her, Renald returned with a smile as well.

“Ah, good evening, Lea. How go your studies?” 

She chuckled softly. “Better than yours, it would seem, master. I finished what you set out for me and got bored.”

Grundwulf shook his head as if dazed for a moment before looking down at Lea, his fiery red eyes glowing from behind his visor, as he gestured for his sword, the ornate weapon floating back into his hands with magic.

“Do you need something to do, girl? There’s plenty around here to do. No one gets to be ‘bored’ here.”

She looked up and down his armored frame, imagining the hardened, muscular form coiled within. Her eyes drifted to the sword held lazily in his hand, the tip barely off the ground as his eyes studied hers. She found difficulty meeting his gaze as he bore down on her.

“I mean, I could probably give either of you a hard time with my staff. If you sparred with me, you’d never touch me…” She said as she turned her face away, looking off towards the waterfall.

Grundwuulf tilted his head upward and to the side slightly. “Is that so? Show me.” 

He gestured towards her with his sword, and a staff floated from the weapon rack towards her. She practically leapt off the column as she snatched the staff before it hit her. She directed it towards the hulking knight as light he leapt through the air, tearing up the stone tiles under his feet. With a panicked look on her face, her red eyes wide with terror, she lifted her staff upward, both to block and to conjure a wall of ice. The ice however, materialized too late, simply appearing behind him as he pushed her against the column, shoving his sword several inches into the stone right by her head. He looked down at her, her eyes locked onto his as he chuckled slightly.

“You died,” he uttered in a low rumble.

She swallowed hard, as she felt a strange warmth rising up in her, which, since she had been turned into a vampire, generally meant only one thing, as there was only one kind of warmth she felt anymore. She tried to dash to one side, but his free hand caught her, his armored glove wrapping around her side, holding her firmly at the bottom of her ribcage. Her heartbeat fluttered. His eyes peered down at her from behind his visor, scanning past her cleavage and down towards her as her breaths grew heavier.

“Grundwulf! Don’t bully her. She still has a lot to learn,” came Renald’s voice from behind the nord. 

Grundwulf barely turned his head towards the older vampire. “Your powers are hers, Renald. She can break free if she really wants to.”

She indeed had the ability to turn into mist, and had been practicing it more and more. They could do it at will, turning in and out in an instant, but it took more focus for her than it did for them, and great force of will, and yet, in the moment, all she could think about was how large he was, and how strong his hand felt practically caressing her bare skin. She swallowed again as the knight bared his gaze down at her.

“Go on…” Grundwulf urged, his tone low, barely above a whisper as he leaned his head further down. “Escape.”

She didn’t want to. No, she couldn’t. She knew she’d suffer defeat in some capacity if she didn’t, but she was enraptured by his presence. All the longing and fearful glances she had given him, all the nights they’d spent talking in each other’s company, and all she could think of was how much she wanted him.

“I… I can’t,” she muttered.

He tilted his head to the side again. “Can’t, or won’t?”

She didn’t respond. She could see his armor move with his breaths, his powerful chest so close to hers as he leaned down, hanging onto the column by his sword. He stood up slightly, pulling his sword out with a single, vicious motion, bits of stone and dust flying out from the column as he did so. He pinched her chin gently with his thumb and forefinger, the hand on her side pressing her into the pillar slightly.

“So beautiful…” 

She gasped at the words that he had so gently uttered. His fiery eyes looked almost soft as he peered down at her, his form almost pressed against hers. 

“This attire of yours hardly is fitting for the occasion though. Wouldn’t want to sparr in it, now would we? Imagine how bruised you’d get out of armor…” His gloved fingers drifted down her chin across her neck, stopping at her collarbone.

She stared up at him, her lips parted. Her breathing grew heavy, her chest heaving slightly. His eyes fell to her mostly covered breasts again before she heard her thoughts escape her mouth without her consent.

“Rip it off me, then.” 

Both their eyes widened as they met each other’s gaze again, both in disbelief that she had actually said that out loud. They could not see him from around each other, but Renald’s expression was also stricken by shock. The three had spent a great deal of time together, but neither he nor Grundwulf had expressed physical attraction towards her, nor she to them, never even in a witty banter or teasing way.

Grundwulf looked back and forth from her top to her eyes, rapidly for a few moments before finally reaching his fingers between her breasts and doing exactly as she asked. The center of her top torn apart, her breasts spilled outward, the soft, but firm skin exposed for mostly only Grundwulf to see, Renald having yet to budge from where his boots had taken root.

The nord took one of her breasts in his hand, the coarse leather and metal of his gloves were rough and harsh as he grasped her firmly. She gasped, dropping her staff as she placed her palms flat against the column, not noticing as she pushed her chest up and outwards against his touch. She moaned as he squeezed her side, lifting her slightly against the column and pressing her hips against his, her bottom doing little to shield her from the plate armor, the cold steel threatening to scratch her ashen skin.

Her hands, now out of reach of the column from the angle he had her lifted, didn’t float idly for long, quickly reaching for his waist, desperately trying to undo his belt and greaves. Her frustration at her inability to remove his belt from her position only grew as he continued to fondle and squeeze her breasts. She patted him frantically on the side as she half-whispered, half-whined at him. 

“P-put me down. P-please.”

“Good girl.” He responded softly as he set her back down, letting go of her breasts to start taking off his gloves.

She wasted no time once she was back on the ground, frantically maneuvering around his armor to pull off his belt and loosen his leg armor and pants underneath, pulling them down as much as she could before reaching his undergarment. She stared at the size of the bulge for a moment, as if in disbelief at what was happening before tearing his undergarment open. Just as her eyes were about to lay upon it though, his bare hand touched her face, lifting her eyes towards his from behind his helmet. His pale hands caressed her jaw and cheeks, brushing the loose strand of hair from her eyes again before moving to brush her hair, letting her face fall back down again. 

Lea’s eyes widened at the sight of his cock, the length still growing as it fell downward towards his knees. She gently took it in her hands, delicately, as if handling something fragile before bringing her face towards the uncut head. She gently kissed it, just a peck at first before voraciously devouring it, pushing as much of it into her mouth as she could. She cast her gaze up towards his. The glow of his eyes vanished from behind his visor as he moaned quietly, bucking his hips forward instinctively in her hands as she gripped it like a sword.

She quickly realized that she could barely take a third of it in her mouth, ramming the head against the back of her throat as she hungrily sucked and slurped at it, desperate to have as much of it inside her as possible. Grundwulf seemed eager to oblige her unspoken desire, as his hands moved to the back of her head and pushed her down hard against his cock. At first, his efforts were for naught, earning nothing more than a pained throat as he pressed his cock against her. But the second time, she desperately tried to swallow him, spreading her knees to lower herself a bit more before his cock suddenly slipped down her throat. A mix of fear and satisfaction at the bizarre sensation as she felt her neck stretch to take him down. Her eyes widened as she watched the base of his cock get closer to her nose, unable to breath as he forcefully pushed it further down. She looked up into his visor as he moaned, his fingers digging into her scalp as he stretched her out.

“Oh Lea!” He gasped. “That’s a good girl. Just like that.” 

Grundwulf barely gave her any time to adjust as he smushed her nose against his stomach, her brow striking the leather and metal armor he still wore. She winced as he held her down for several moments before pulling his length out of her. An anticipated moment of relief but also desperate disappointment at the prospect of not having him inside her were both quickly dismissed as he thrusted all the way back in again, griping the sides of her head, his fingers tight as he fucked her throat. Her hands quivered as she tried to stroke him before eventually falling to her side as she went limp in his grasp. Her eyes fluttered half-closed as she looked longingly, blissfully up at him. 

Though she was a vampire, and didn’t need to breathe as much as a mortal, the sensation of being choked was still very real for her, and just added to the warmth churning within her. After several moments, however, she found her desire to be closer to him greater. She didn’t notice as Renald slowly stepped around to watch the two, his sword just barely still held in his fingertips. 

“Grundwulf… Don’t…” Renald said softly. “Don’t hurt her now. Let her breathe.”

Grundwulf didn’t seem to be paying attention to his old friend. He was driven by a primal fire as he slammed pelvis into her face over and over, his cock growing harder and harder even as it bent downward into her throat. 

“Grundwulf!” Renald said firmly, but not angrily. 

The towering knight ceased his thrusting and slowly pulled out of her mouth. She took a huge gasp as she lifted her hands back up towards his cock desperately stroking it, her fingers wringing it tightly as her saliva still stringed from her lips to his head. 

“Please…” she croaked, clearing her throat before continuing. “Please. I want you to hold me. Fuck me.”

“Of course, Lea.” Grundwulf said as he scooped her up and pressed her hard against the column again.

He tore her remaining clothes off with a single gesture of his hand before pressing his tip against her clit. She gasped as she felt him brush against her, practically twisting and writing in his grasp as he rubbed against her for what felt like an eternity, but was probably just a few agonizing seconds. Lea made a sound then that she had never heard come out of her: a high pitched, whining moan that echoed through the chamber. Her eyes which had been fluttering open and closed, suddenly looked onto Grundwulf’s in embarrassment. His own were wide from behind his visor, his fingers’ digging into her thigh as he held her up by it before suddenly thrusting inside her.

Lea’s expression wracked with pain and bliss as his length pushed into her, stretching her quickly before moving in and out at a rapid pace. Her mouth hung open, her fangs bared as a soundless scream escaped her, the air pushed from her lungs as he pounded her depths. Once again though, she could only take so much of him in, his cock stopping halfway before hitting something inside her she’d never felt before, something that twinged with a good sort of pain everytime he beat against it. She closed her eyes tightly as she wracked and writhed in place, her muscles doing everything she could to strain against his grip, though not out of an attempt to break free, just to brace herself against him, and to feel his own strength against her.

The warmth she felt rose rapidly, like a well that was overfilling. She had been with other men before and had even gotten herself off before, moreso before she had been a vampire, but this was unlike anything she had ever felt. It was a flood bursting against a dam, heavy and immeasurable. The knight’s breath echoed against his metal visor, his own breathing heavy as she became more and more lost in the moment. 

Eventually, the dam burst, and she screamed. A flooding, pouring feeling that for several seconds would not end. Her back arched against the column, as much as Grundwulf let her, his thrusting against her, and his pressure never ceasing. As she slowly came back down, she cast her gaze over towards her master.

Renald was clearly trying not to directly stare at her, but was clearly also failing, his brow pinched as his mouth hung open slightly, one hand tightly around his sword as the other gripped his belt. Lea looked him up and down for a moment before gesturing over. 

“Master…” She got out in between thrusts. “Renald. Please. Come here.”

He sheathed his sword before walking over, his eyes wide as she reached out for him, grabbing his collar and pulling him in for a kiss even as Grundwulf kept fucking her. He seemed hesitant, only at first before suddenly grabbing her head in his hands, passionately kissing her as his hands caressed her face. She was unbothered by his mustache and beard, sucking her lips hungrily on as much as she could in the moment. Grundwulf slowly downed as they kissed, not so desperate yet as to thwart them in the moment. 

“Want him now? Or us both?”

She barely heard the nord’s question. Her head spun as she pulled out of her kiss with her sire.

“I want you both… close… I want… you inside… me…” Was all she could make out between deep, gasping breaths.

The older vampire wasted no time, possessed by the same lustful fire that filled Grundwulf, he undid his belt and threw it out on the floor. Grundwulf pulled her off the column as Renald took his own considerable length out in his hand. Confused at first, Lea was unable to figure out what Grundwulf was planning until he tipped her almost upside down, her back parallel to the floor as he held her by her lower back and hips. He halted his thrusting as Chevaliar lined his cock up with her lips, pressing into her mouth and down into her throat as she realized she was being spitroasted, upside down. Renald didn’t stretch her throat out as painfully as Grundwulf had, and was much more manageable to swallow as he fucked her throat and mouth, her main concern being keeping her teeth away from piercing him. 

The two dragonguard timed their thrusts in time with each other, the pressure immense on Lea at the height of each thrust, feeling as though they might crush her each time. She watched Renald's balls come in and slap her nose and brow each time for several moments before eventually closing her eyes, letting her body go limp as they used her. After a few moments, she felt the well rising up again. Wrapping her hands around Renald’s ass, and her ackles around Grundwulf, she held on tight as her scream was choked out by her sire’s cock every time he thrusted back in. Grundwulf growled, the sound vibrating her to her bones as he pushed tightly against her insides, a sudden flood pressing upward into spaces she didn’t know she had as Renald pressed hard against her face, his balls smothering her as she felt something fill and flood down her throat. They both throbbed inside her, the sensation almost enough to overflow the well again, but before she could, they both pulled all the way out of her. She hung in place like a ragdoll before Grundwulf lifted her up.

“I want… to have her front.” Renald said in between his panting breaths.

“Fine by me.” Grundwulf said. “Maybe her ass is deeper than her pussy.”

“Is that alright with you?” Renald asked, raising an eyebrow as he scanned her face.

She wiped saliva from her brow and eyes as she nodded slowly. 

“Please. Fill me. Fuck me. Don’t just…” she growled slightly, baring her teeth as she looked up at each of them. “Don’t just fucking stand there.”

Renald smirked as he looked up at Grundwulf. “And like that, my concern is gone.”

Grundwulf scoffed. “I told you.”

Grundwulf set Lea down long enough to spin her around before lifting her by her spread thighs again, lining his still hard cock up with her asshole as Renald came in to fill up her pussy. He was able to get his full length in, but he still pressed hard against her walls and her cervix. She moaned as he quickly slid inside her, desperate to continue where she left off, but he simply remained still for a moment. He was waiting on Grundwulf. She looked over her shoulder up at him, finding his eyes from behind his visor.

He was taking his time, pressing his tip against her back door even as he massaged it with one of his fingers, Renald helping to hold her up as he did so. She winced only slightly, as Grundwulf pressed a finger inside her, but only slightly. It was a good hurt, and fleeting at best. Another, and then another. Four fingers were working her opening, Grundwulf practically holding her up by her ass before he pressed his cock in. The tip alone filled her up in ways she had never felt, the pressure of her walls getting pushed together as the nord joined her master was almost enough to push her over the edge again. It felt strange, this time though. Different. Just when she thought she’d had every inch of her filled, Grundwulf kept going. She started to pant desperately, gritting her teeth in a grimace from the sensation before her walls started to spasm and clench. 

Floating on the edge of her third climax, Grundwulf finally stopped moving, having pressed his hips all the way against her ass. 

The two men moaned slightly as they felt her tightness against them, pausing a moment before thrusting in and out of her in tandem. She screamed, a half-hearted yelp as they moved in and out of her. She took Renald’s face in her hands, her fingers trembling as she looked into his red eyes. He pushed past her grasp and started kissing her neck and shoulders, the two slowly increasing in speed as she flailed delicately in their arms, pressed tightly between their armor-clad bodies. She became lost in a daze, held on the edge strangely by the sensation, unable to quite cum again as she felt them fill her up with each thrust. As they grew faster, Renald stared to bite down on her neck, sending an electrifying pain up and down her body. Her red eyes glowed brightly as she shook in place, practically vibrating as she slowly felt herself creep closer and closer over the edge, as if the well was leaking, but still slowly filling up. Grundwulf growled as he dug his fingers tightly into her thighs, leaning his helmeted head against hers, pressing his ‘cheek’ against hers tightly.

She was overcome, she was beyond bliss. Even if she didn’t come again, this was all she wanted and more. A hidden fantasy they all had secretly wanted but were until now too proud or shy to admit to. 

Then, like a storm rattling a gate in the wind, she felt it in pangs, each one stronger and louder than the one before. Her body shook as if struck each time, her gasps, almost pained sounding as she fell over edge. This was seemingly all they needed as well, as they both hilted hard up into her, filling her up completely and then some more as they spasmed and throbbed as she did, cum rushing up inside her as she screamed again, her nails digging into Renald’s neck his fangs pressed deep into hers. Her master moaned into her neck as Grundwulf growled loudly in his helmet, the larger knight’s voice sending an extra shiver down her spine as he did so. 

The three finally came down from their climax, each simply locked in each other’s embrace as they stood panting, Grundwulf and Renald still hard inside her. They both lifted her up before setting her down on the tile. It was all she could do just to sit up right as their cocks hung just inches from her face. She, despite being exhausted, desperately reached up for their cocks and started stroking them both, wringing them as she went from sucking one to another. This was calming to her somehow. Not trying to swallow them completely, just massaging one after the other. She was mostly doing it out of a desire to keep it from fully ending, and was surprised when first Renald, and then Grundwulf started to moan and buck their hips. 

Her eyes widened as she quickly started sucking on Renald, eager to keep any cum he had left from spilling out as he gently took her head in one hand, filling her mouth as he throbbed inside her until cum splashed against her throat. She then went over to Grundwulf to do the same thing to him, the latter seeming to have trouble resisting the urge to stuff her throat again, instead, simply clenching his fists and throwing his head back as he also came inside her mouth.

She finally leaned back, sitting on her heels as he holes gaped, cum leaking out of her onto the tile floor. They both sat down as well, collapsing in their armor onto the floor as she played with their cum in her mouth, dragging her fingers across her tongue before letting some fall into her breasts. She smeared it around, watching them as they watched her before she finally swallowed what was left, letting her tongue hang out for a moment as she chuckled.

“Looks like I win.” She said, a smug smile on her face.

The both seemed to stare at her both indignantly and in disbelief before slowly exchanging a look and then looking back at her. They both summoned a new look of resolve before getting back to their feet. She widened her eyes as they started growing hard again. She chuckled again before smirking and narrowing her eyes. 

“It’s not like I like either of you. I’ll win this, plain and simple.”

They suddenly scooped her back up again. They had no plans of putting her down anytime for the rest of the night.