Night in Ravenwatch

A commission for @Harley_Quiinn on Twitter featuring their OC Evelynn and Fennorian Ravenwatch from ESO, in which she comforts her beloved Fenn after a harrowing journey, in ways she know best…

Contains: Blood, m/f, vaginal, oral, sensuality, rough play.

Go forth!

Ravenwatch Castle was one of the most charming estates in Rivenspire. Much of which was due in part to the fact that it was one of the few remaining estates not ravaged by either Ranser’s War or the Baron Montclair’s civil war and curse of vampirism. Though the Doomcrag, the towering, hollowed out mountain behind the castle no longer howled with red light and thunderous rage, it still served as a very dramatic backdrop for the castle perched atop the ruins of the town of Crestshade. Soft candle and torchlight lit the simple, yet elegant breton architecture of the interior, the halls adorned by cascading red curtains and tapestries, framing the dark stone subtly like blood in the night.    

Evelynn didn’t often have the castle to herself, but in the days following departure of Count Verandis, the other members of the house found themselves increasingly busy with dealing with the aftermath of the Grey Host’s march upon the northern kingdoms of Tamriel. Though the leaders, the Pentarchs, were almost all slain, the bulk of the Grey Host had yet to trickle back into Blackreach, the labyrinthian caverns beneath Skyrim, requiring the vampiric House Ravenwatch to protect the mortal world from the immortal one.

Alone with the sound of the wind whistling against the large windows of the castle, and the sound of fire crackling in the fireplace, the elven vampire Evelynn was afforded some much needed peace and quiet. Not that she required the castle alone to enjoy as much, in fact, she missed the other members of the house, her beloved Fennorian especially. Ah, Fennorian. Not a vicious or cruel beast like so many vampires could be; a gentle, studious soul, with a love for learning and an even sharper intellect, yet possessed of a strength inherent to his very heart and soul that he himself didn’t understand, that only she and perhaps Verandis appreciated.

She heard the front door unlock, her ear twitching as she heard footsteps follow the sound of the door opening and closing with a thud below her. It was a long gait, as the steps were few but moved quickly. Only Fennorian and Verandis moved like that, she was certain. She made her way for the stairs leading down, one hand gracefully sliding against the rail as she brushed her long-black hair back behind one ear. In truth, she was excited to see him, but she simply had her own way of showing it. 

Evelynn cleared the bend down the stairs to where she could see the dining hall. She saw only a glimpse of dark leathers and brown hair at the end of the hall heading towards the study. She frowned. There was no way he didn’t hear her coming down. Why didn’t he stop? Still, she continued on, slowly making her way down, her high-heeled boots taping loudly against the steps in the otherwise silent castle. She made her way across the hall to find Fenn sitting down with his back towards the hall in the study, surrounded by walls of bookshelves that vanished into the darkness of the ceiling. He leaned over onto the desk with his head in his hands. She walked towards him, a subtle but graceful sway to her hips, her black and red coat framing her slender form fashionably, gold trimming on her buckles and on the claws on her long gloves, the latter of which clicked together satisfyingly when she flicked her fingers. Fenn didn’t even look over his shoulder at the sound. 

She furrowed her brow a mix of mild frustration and concern as she walked up behind him, placing a hand gently on his shoulder. Fenn jumped at the touch, his head turning to look over his shoulder. 

“Oh! Oh… Evelynn… Forgive me.” He started to push his chair back to stand up. “I didn’t hear you-”

She shushed him as she firmly pushed him back down in the chair. “Easy, darling. Something’s troubling you,” she said, gently kissing him on the cheek before 

She walked around the table, flaunting her hips slightly, the openings in her coat and the height of her leggings teasing much of her thighs and even a bit of her hips. His own brow was furrowed with concern and perhaps distress though, his eyes moving from hers to the desk in front of him, rather than where she preferred them. She leaned down over the desk, showing her cleavage through the opening in her vest under her coat as she did so. 

“Why don’t you tell me about it, hmm? I missed you…” She said in a subtly sing-song voice.

Fenn leaned back in his chair at this, resting the temple of his head on his fist. “Gwendis and I ran into a group of blood knights almost as far west as Wrothgar. They nearly slaughtered an entire town before we got to them. They have no subtlety, no restraint. They’re not like unaltered vampires, they’re…” He pursed his lips as he frowned down at the desk. “They’re monsters. Beasts with intelligence that serve only to make them more cruel and guileful.”

She frowned sympathetically, a soft expression, more so for the obvious discomfort he was feeling than the horrors he was describing. 

“I felt so useless…” He continued, lifting his head off his fist to gesture with the hand. “We went to observe and uncover. We didn’t expect to find such an onslaught. Gwendis tried to stop them herself. She almost got hurt.”

Evelynn took his chin by the tips of her clawed glove. “But she didn’t? Are you alright?”

Fenn nodded, taking her hand in his, holding it gently, but also wringing it anxiously, seemingly unknowingly. “Yes… I am… I’m alright. But Gwendis. She could have been killed. I had to… I-'' He blinked, his fingers stopping their nervous movement. “I don’t remember what happened exactly. I think I may have killed them actually. It was a blur. Like that time I told you about in Solitude.”

She shushed him again, taking either side of his jaw in her hands. “It’s alright. Where’s Gwendis, darling?”

He nodded before blinking rapidly. “She went on to find Adusa and Kathad. She sent home ahead of her. I told her to come straight home with the rest as soon as she found them. I… I probably should have gone with her.”

She reached under the desk, pulling out a dark red bottle and a pair of wine-glasses. 

“I think… you did everything that you could, but because you made the best of what was still a bad situation, you feel the need to take it out on yourself anyway.”

He furrowed his brow and pursed his lips again. “Oh. Well, that makes it sound rather childish, doesn’t it? Forgive me.”

She chuckled softly, a deep, rich sound as she poured the ‘wine’ into each of the glasses before handing one to him and sitting down on the desk, sitting the bottle down with a gentle thud before picking up the other glass, holding it cradled in two fingers. 

“Fenn… you’re doing it again. You need to bring your mind to the present. You can start with saying ‘hello’.” She smirked down at him, the tone of her words implying a playfulness to her chiding.

His eyes finally fell down to her legs as she crossed them in front of him, her firm thighs squishing outward slightly. He blinked down at them for a moment before looking back up at her, holding the glass in his hand as if he didn’t realize he had been handed it. 

“Oh. Hello. Sorry, I should have come to see you first. I just need to write down what happened while it’s still fresh on my mind.”

She leaned towards him, narrowing her eyes as her lips still held that smile. “No… You need to clear your head so you can think straight. Take some deep breaths and enjoy my company.” She pursed her lips finally, imitating a slight pout. “I missed you…”

He started to stand back up as he spoke. “I missed you too, I-” She poked his prominent nose with the tip of her claw, causing him to slowly sit back down. “I just can’t clear my head until it’s down on the paper.” 

“Fennorian Ravenwatch.” 

His eyes widened as he looked up at her. She narrowed her eyes again as she looked down at him, piercingly. “Drink,” she commanded firmly.

Fenn looked towards the glass in his hand, the smell of blood suddenly unavoidable. He sighed before taking a sip followed by a moment of hesitation before downing a third of the glass. He sighed again, this time more of relief rather than resignation, and immediately felt as sense of both satiation and mild euphoria. He blinked slowly, leaning his head back against the chair for a moment before sighing again and looking up at her. 

“See? You need to clear your head.” 

He chewed on his cheek as he looked down at the notebook on the desk for a moment before looking back at her. “And with this, I’m sure I’ll be fine. I lost my flask in the fighting. If I could just write a brief outline for when-”

She suddenly slammed her thigh down onto the notebook as his fingers dared to reach for it. It was then that he noticed she wasn’t wearing any undergarments beneath her coat, her shorts undone enough to leave little to the imagination. 

“Oh…” he said. 

“Let’s try this again, darling.” Evelynn said, draining a bit from her glass before she set it down. On the desk and leaned forward against him, her elbows on his chest as her lips stopped a mere inch or two from his. “There’s nothing right now, but me and you. Wouldn’t you agree?”

He arched a brow as he smiled sheepishly up at her. “Your point is both valid and understood, m’lady.” 

She chuckled softly, her mouth open as she brushed her lips against his, tilting her head to one side. “That’s my Fenn… Now, stop fighting me and…” she continued, giving pause to each word, “...follow, my, lead…”

She simply brushed her lips against his at first, the two barely touching before he brought his hands up to her face, one gently stroking her cheek as the other combed through her hair. She loved to feel his hands on her, even in a non-intimate moment. Little brushes of the fingers when handing things to each other, a hand on her shoulder, a gentle brushing of her hair off her face. All his little gestures were doting and tender, even when he didn’t specifically mean for them to be. He was a kind, nurturing soul, like his father before him. Evelynn’s thoughts led her to be driven by a greater desire for him in the moment, her kiss growing deeper and more voracious. 

She pulled off long enough to slide off the desk, looking him up and down as she did so. He leaned forward as she pulled off, his hands clinging to her for as long as they could before sliding off. Even then, he still felt tense and locked up mentally. She wasn’t sure if he just needed more to drink, or if she needed to try a different and more direct approach. She pushed him and his chair back away from the desk a bit before spreading her legs and sitting down in his lap, pressing herself as close to his stomach as possible. She looked down at him, taking his face in her hands as he took her waist in his, his thin, deft fingers strong and firm as they kissed deeply again. 

Fennorian moaned softly into her lips, his hands sliding down from her waist to her hips, his fingertips clutching at the bare skin teased by her coat and vest. Evelynn did her best to take off her coat while still in his embrace. He moved his hands to help her where she needed it, but otherwise let her move at her own pace. She started to slowly grind against him, silently swearing that she could already feel his bulge from his pants. She started to work her fingers through the straps on his shirt and vest, unable to fully lift it off of him, she eventually just took it in both hands and ripped it open.

He gave a small moan of protest at this, but she knew he could mend the shirt, and had more than enough plans to make it up to him. She slid off his lap, her lips moving from his to his jaw, to his neck, to letting her tongue slide down against his slender yet muscular chest, feeling all the ridges as she made her way down his stomach. She pushed his legs open as she knelt down in front of him. He started to reach for her, as if to pull her back up, but one look from her and a gentle shushing sound was all it took to put him back against the chair.

She smiled as he went back, her claws starting to work at this belt and pants.

“Hmm… Good boy.”

Pulling his trousers open enough to actually get his length out was slightly difficult as it went considerably down his pants. Once she got her metal claws around it though, she pulled it out and marveled at its pale size for a moment. Fenn practically writhed in his seat, one hand bracing himself against the chair as the other partly hid one of his eyes and brushed his hair, a distinct look of embarrassment on his face. She chuckled as she ran her tongue up and down his length, her claws holding him delicately as she worked around every inch he had. She felt her own sex growing slicker, a subtle ache taking her over as she kissed and licked at him. 

As delightful as the little moans and gasps he made were, the ache became too much, and she eventually stood back up, stroking his length with her glove as she stepped out of her shorts and spread her legs over his lap again. Evelynn took her time sitting back down though, slowly taking first his tip in and then the rest as she pulled herself closer to him, their breathing both heavy as they pressed closer and closer against each other. Once she was all the way down, they simply held each other in place for a few moments, their foreheads pressed against each other as they felt each other in every capacity; their breathing, their muscles coiling and uncoiling against each other, the subtle throbbing of his length and her walls.

After a moment, she started grinding again, his massive length feelling as though it was writhing inside her with each movement of her hips against his thighs. She bit lip as she narrowed her eyes down at him. His mouth hung open as he panted, his hands desperately clutching at her waist and hips before sliding up her back and pulling her forcefully against him. She gasped at the gesture before moaning as his own lips sucked and kissed at her neck and collar, his hands moving to start undoing her vest.

She wanted to move more vigorously along his length, but with how tightly he was pressing her against him, she could only grind with him mostly hilted inside her. Getting it mostly untied, he pulled it off with the same amount of force that she had used on his poor shirt, eliciting another gasp from her. Fenn’s eyes fell to her breasts as they spilled out slightly from behind her vest, his hands moving to her lower back to lift her up a few inches. Evelynn’s eyes fluttered half-closed as he kissed and sucked on her breasts while slowly thrusting up into her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and head, pressing him firmly against her.

“Oh yes!” She whispered. “That’s it, darling.”

At this he started thrusting faster, filling her up and stretching her depths to their limit each time he pushed his hips against her thighs. His teeth, with their sharp fangs, started to press harder against her delicate skin as he worshiped her chest, his tongue flicking across her nipples followed by a fang grazing here or there, threatening to pierce or at least scratch. Every little pinch of pain was like a bolt shot through her body. She tried to assist him with her hips, her muscles coiling as she tried to raise and lower her hips in time with his thrusts. 

Evelynn loved this. She loved how close they were, how tightly intertwined they were. She had been so pent up waiting for him to return home, touching herself wishing it was him. She loved how he progressively lost himself to her, becoming more desperate, showing her how pent up he was as well. His thrusts grew more erratic as he finally bit down on one of her breasts. She bared her sharp teeth in a grimace as she arched her back, throwing her head back as she hissed and then moaned loudly into the darkness above them. Her body went rigid as he thrust furiously into her, his length clinging to her walls, tightly pressing her wider each time as she felt him with her whole body. 

He pulled off her breast, his lips red with blood as he tried to look up at her.

“Ah… Evelynn… I’m…” 

She attempted to shush him again as she held his head back against her breasts. She tried to say something, but only managed to mouth the words in her gasping breaths. Her own sex radiated with a fire, just almost tipping her over the edge as he suddenly stopped, pressing her down into his lap to hilt into her, a flood of pressure filling her depths as he let out a shaky moan. She grimaced as he stopped, desperately trying to grind her hips to push herself the rest of the way. Unable to quite get herself off however, she passionately and angrily bit down on his neck. He grunted as he stood up with her, letting her suck on his neck before he set her onto her back on the desk with a gentle thud.

She pulled off his neck, blood dripping down her cheeks and chin as she looked up at him, his own eyes red and his lips bloody themselves. Much as she had earlier, he wandered down her chest and stomach with his lips and tongue, feeling her curves with his hands as much as her mouth before he made it to her sex. Fenn looked up at her through his disheveled hair before he kissed and sucked at her inner thighs. She looked down at him from around her breasts, only now noticing the red outline of his teeth above her areola. His eyes stayed on hers until the moment he placed his lips around her clit, closing them as he sucked gently. She tensed her muscles as she arched slightly against the desk, a chuckling moan escaping her. After a moment, she sat up and looked for the glass of blood wine she had poured and left on the desk. She reached for it right as it threatened to fall off the edge, taking a long sip as she watched him work.

Fenn’s tongue swirled around one moment, and lapped across, knowing just the right amount of pressure to put and attention to give without overstimulating. The fire returned as she felt herself quickly catching back up to where she had left off when his cock was still buried inside her, quickly downing the rest of the wine before leaning back down against the desk. He pressed a finger up into her opening, sliding it in and out with an upward curl of his fingertip, searching for the sensitive spot inside her as his fangs pressed against her the skin around her folds. She grimaced again, baring her teeth through a moan as her breath escaped her. He moaned into her folds, his sweet voice vibrating her skin as she desperately tried to regain her breath through an ‘O’ in her lips. She tried to stroke his head, to brush his hair, anything, but her fingers trembled and shook as she clamped her legs around him and choked out a gasp, and arched against the desk again. The altmer vampire continued to devour her sex as she overflowed and rode out her climax, stopping halfway though to let her come back down.

She panted with her mouth agape as her hair covered half of her face, her eyes half-open as her gaze got lost in the bookshelf behind her. Her mind was a blur. Not cumming earlier with him seemed to make it that much better when she finally came in his mouth. He pulled off her sex, a mix of blood and her juices practically dripping from his chin as he kissed her inner thighs gently, humming softly. She twisted and stretched on the desk, basking in his embrace before he grabbed her hips in his hands.

“Are you alright?” he asked, an innocent look on his face in spite of what remained on his chin. 

She chuckled, a throaty sound as she ran her fingers through her hair. “Mmm…” 

She smiled as she looked him up and down, admiring her work. The way she had torn his shirt open framed his body deliciously. He was gorgeous on even a bad day, but now…

“I need you inside me again, darling.”

He smiled, playfully at first before a mischievous smirk came into his mouth and eyes. He suddenly pulled her back across the desk before flipping her over onto her stomach. 

“Oh?” She asked teasingly as he leaned down over her, pressing his chest into her back.

“Forgive me for earlier, I’m feeling more myself now,” he whispered as he guided his tip against her opening again. “I’ll take care of you now, my lady..”

Before she could respond he suddenly slammed his full length into her. A grunt escaped her open mouth as she lifted her head, attempting to look at him over her shoulder through her hair.

“That’s it. I told- ungh. I told you…” She smiled seductively up at him, attempting to keep her voice even as he roughly started pulling in and out of her, narrowing her eyes a bit each time he filled her up.

He reached up to pull her hair out of her face, gently gathering it behind her in his hand before pulling her head back by her hair. She gasped indignantly at first before biting her lip and attempting to look back over her shoulder at him. He pulled tighter to force her to look straight ahead as he pounded her, her whole body swaying atop the desk each time. His thrusts were heavy and forceful, with each one he nearly pulled all the way out before driving back into her again. She closed her eyes as she lost herself in the sensation, the mild pain of her hair being pulled and her bitten breast against the desk simply adding to the sensation in her depths.

Fennorian’s breathing turned ragged after some time, before eventually becoming little more than growls. He let go of her hair, throwing it over one of her shoulders. She finally looked over her shoulder at him. His red eyes were glowing as he leaned over her, his teeth bared as he reached for her arms, lifting her by her shoulders before picking her up. Walking her through the desk, knocking it over and everything on it with a crash, he pressed her against one of the bookshelves. She tried to hold onto one of them before he grabbed her arms and pinned them against her back. She cried out desperately, both in pain and in delight at his treatment of her.

“Yes darling! Please!” she almost whined as he pushed her against the wall. 

He growled again, his sweet voice turned dark and deep as he thrusted deeply in her, only drawing out a couple inches each time as he stretched her depths in and out. His length throbbed, almost painfully against her, who felt like she’d hit her physical limit for accepting his cock some time ago. She bit her lip again as he leaned his face against hers, breathing against her ear. He licked and bit at the sensitive tip of her ear, before biting down on her neck. Fenn growled loudly at this, the sensation of the bite and the deep vibrations sending a rattling shiver down her whole body, a new, even sharper pain to couple the fading ones. Her boots slid against the stone floor, all the grace needed to keep herself upright long gone as he pounded her ferociously. 

“Fenn! I… Ah!” the breath ended in a scream and the ones following just couldn’t get deep enough for her to scream again.

Her eyes shot open wide as she looked up against the bookcase, her body wracking in place with another orgasm. She couldn’t tell where one ended and one began, her body going limp and shaking violently halfway though what could have been the second or third one. After another couple minutes of his, Fennorian finally pulled his teeth out of her, blood and saliva dripping from his chin as he let out a moaning growl, still thrusting as he pushed another load into her. She felt the pressure seep through her as he came inside her before feeling him stop and pull out, strings of cum still flying out against her ass for a moment or two after. He let go of her arms before wrapping his around her chest and stomach, holding her spooned underneath her as she went limp beneath him, the two both moaning softly as they came down from their orgasms.

Fennorian finally walked her back to the chair before setting her down in it. Evelynn took a deep breath before letting it out in a satisfied sigh before looking up at him with a smile. 

“Don’t see that too often. Are you alright, darling?”

He chuckled softly, his voice a bit raspy now. “A little tired, but I’m fine, love. Thank you.”

She bit her lip as she looked him up and down again. She was starting to get sore, but she still wanted him, with his torn open shirt looking like a ragged coat, his abs shining in the torchlight, glistening with her juices. She looked down at his cock. It was still mostly erect, though it had softened some. She thought about how much easier it’d be to fit it in her mouth like this.

She crossed her legs as she propped her head up on her fist, curling the finger of her other hand towards her, gesturing for him to come towards her. He took a step in her direction, visible confusion on his sweet face as he did so. She pulled him by his ass to the side of the chair, taking her cock in his mouth even as she kept her head propped up lazily. Fenn bit his lip and moaned softly as she sucked on his head and stroked his length. He brushed his fingers through her hair gently, slowly gathering it up as she worked him. Slowly twirling her tongue around his head as he had done with her clit earlier was the last articulate thing she could do before he wrapped her hair around his fist and thrusted into her throat. She gagged, looking up into his smirking face before narrowing her eyes at him. She let him have his fun though, pushing his softer length down her throat for several moments before she reached down and grabbed his balls. He winced slightly and let go of her hair, allowing her to pull off his length. 

“Good boy…” she said, catching any saliva off her lips and chin before stroking his cock with it. “Now… down.” 

He seemed initially confused by the command before she stood up out of the chair partially for a moment and practically tackled him to the hard floor beneath them. After a grunt of pain they both chuckled softly before she pressed her chest between his legs. Leaning over him, Evelynn squeezed her breasts between her hand around his cock, sliding up and down as she looked up at him. His whole body practically shimmered as he tensed up, and in spite of his earlier display of dominance, had the audacity to cover up his face again in mild embarrassment as he watched her. 

“Oh gods, Eve-”

“Shh…”

Evelynn wasn’t done. Cupping his cock firmly against her chest, she dipped her chin down and flicked her tongue across and around his head. He bucked his hips up at this, arching his back as he shakely ran his fingers through her hair, brushing it out of the way even when it looked like it would get between her breasts. Such a sweet boy.

To her surprise though, he didn’t last too much longer beyond that, his cock throbbing as he bit hard on his lip, a trickle of blood falling down his chin as he quite suddenly came on her. Several strings of cum fell on her breasts but a couple made it up into mouth and on her tongue. She licked it up and swallowed before smiling down at him, a slight smug air about her expression.

“Ah… You’re… too good at that…” He said between breaths as he leaned back down against the floor.

She chuckled as she climbed up next to him. “I know how to make you feel good, the same as you do for me, darling.”

She laid on her side in the crook of his arm, pressing her slick chest against his side as she cuddled him. He brushed his fingers across her cheek as he stared down tenderly at her. Her gaze wandered up to his, the two silently adoring each other, perhaps each waiting for the other to speak, or simply content in being close.

To Evelynn’s delight, Fenn opened his mouth to speak.

The sound of the door opening replaced that of his sweet voice. Their eyes both widened in mild panic as they froze in place, unmoving and silent as the grave as a familiar khajiiti accent rang through the hall.

“Fennorian? Evelynn? Adusa is back. This one smells… something. Where are you two?”