10 Facing Reality

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The Guild of Gamers: The Vampire

Chapter 10: Facing Reality

– Raven –

Calming down, I make sure to grab the Dragonstone as I look around Bleak Falls with a rapidly beating heart. I have to fight Alduin, the motherfucking World Eater.

Or, to be more precise, I need to fight Alduin if I don't want him to consume the entirety of Tamriel because I maybe munched on the Dragonborn. How was I supposed to know some random nobody wandering the roads was important? I was just hungry.

Okay, think about this logically. Can I ditch this world and just leave Tamriel to become Alduin's all-you-can-eat buffet?

World Travel is locked until Alduin and Miraak have been defeated or otherwise dealt with.

Right, fuck me, I guess.

…oh god, Miraak as well. He was kinda a bitch in-game, but I'm willing to bet both of my fated enemies are much stronger in this world.

Right, think Raven. Miraak doesn't trigger until after you go to the Greybeards. If I pray that this world still has some traces of game logic, then I can avoid triggering the Dragonborn DLC as long as I can.

The Greybeards summon you when you slay the first dragon, at the Watchtower outside Whiterun, but they're old monks, I'm sure they don't mind waiting. Indefinitely.

What I need is as much power as I can get my grubby loot-goblin hands on. Anything and everything, from enchanted items, followers, Daedric artefacts, spells and whatever power I can squeeze out of my system.

Vampire, Succubus, Fey and Cultist.

I have been going deep into my Succubi nature because it is the easiest and leaves the least traces, but I doubt I can fuck Alduin to death. Maybe Miraak, but that's a different problem entirely.

I need to drink a lot more blood and embrace my Vampiric nature, but that comes with its own problems. Dawnguard will come for me eventually, no matter how clever I think I'm being, and hunting in Riverwood would just draw unwanted attention.

I'm doing good work charming people in Riverwood, making them mine, but if I start feeding? Well, all my good work could go sideways all too quickly.

Fey is the hardest to further; the easiest path I have is to deceive and manipulate mortals, which admittedly is second nature to me. My fey nature wants me to perform pranks, ranging from the harmless to the apocalyptic; maybe I could play some tricks and start a war-

Actually, I think I know exactly how to further my Fey nature… there's a whole race war just waiting to be triggered over in Markarth. Hell, there are race wars brewing all over Skyrim, but the Forsworn could be a useful tool if I want to do some advanced trickery.

As for Cultist, I need to form a cult or start sacrificing to advance that, but sacrificing comes with risks. Whoever I send my sacrifices to will undoubtedly turn their attention my way, and I already have the attention of Sanguine and Sheogorath.

Sure, Sanguine is probably the least problematic Daedric prince to have watching over me, and Sheogorath is Sheogorath; who knows what they're doing, but the others? It could go very well or extremely badly.

Sure, Mehrunes Dagon might appreciate having a new cultist on Tamriel after his ass-kicking by Martin and the Champion back in the Oblivion Crisis, but that also means getting his attention, and that could end poorly for me.

Shaking my head, I search for the hidden chests I know are tucked away in the Word Wall room. Gathering my well-deserved loot helps take my mind off how fucked I am.

A small pile of septims adds to my wealth nicely, and a couple of red potions that I assume are healing potions are nice now that I have a companion who doesn't heal. I'll need to get better at actually identifying these things since I can't just instantly know what everything I find does without a HUD.

I make sure to grab all the Draugr's weapons, getting a few ancient Nordic swords and hatchets. My pack still has space, and I might as well take everything I can get my hands on.

I do find some interesting, seemingly non-magical items as well. A pair of engraved dice made from bone, along with a carved statuette of a wolf that also seems to be made of some type of bone.

There's also a black velvet mask and a spell scroll. The mask is definitely enchanted, and once again, I don't know how to identify things. The scroll is for a fairly low-level abjuration spell, and it's simple enough that I should be able to work it out and add Blade Ward to my own spell book when I've got a little time.

Heading back to the entrance, I decide not to take the Skyrim door out since Anise and Fenrir are waiting for me at the actual entrance. Also, I maybe pause to throw a stone at the stupid mimic again.

"Raven! Did you have any issues?" Anise asks, giving me a relieved look as she sees me heading out of the dungeon, obviously feeling a little guilty about leaving me to deal with it myself. In her defence, she was making things harder since she was triggering all the undead while they ignored me and just let me pass in peace.

"With the dungeon? Not at all, aside from a pervy mimic dissolving my clothes," I say, giving her a grin before I pause. "...with fate? Yeah, we're fucked. Tamriel is doomed; we're all going to be eaten by the World-Eater."

"...what?" Anise asked, blinking cutely as I shrug helplessly.

"Yup, fucking fate."

– Aniza (Anise) –

As they headed back to Riverwood, Raven explained why the world was doomed as Anise listened carefully.

Raven knew things, things that hadn't happened yet. It didn't make sense to Anise, but then little about Raven made sense, and she certainly seemed convinced.

Raven, the Last Dragonborn.

Somehow, she believed her vampiric friend. Raven wasn't boasting, quite the opposite. She seemed certain that this was the worst possible outcome. To be fair, vampires were very flammable, and now she was convinced she was fated to fight the strongest dragon that wasn't Akatosh himself.

Still, while Raven might see this as a bad thing, Anise paused. She wanted to create her own legend, and now Raven was saying that she was a long-prophesied hero who was supposed to save the entire world from the World-Eater himself. Was this not fate? Somehow, she knew that higher powers had plucked at the strings of fate to make her and Raven meet. She hadn't even intended to come back to Riverwood at first. It was by chance that she decided to stop by and see Sven.

"So, what comes next?" Anise asked, making Raven frown.

"We need power because right now, even the weakest dragon would turn me into a pile of ash. I am not ready to fight Alduin. I have a few ideas of how to gain that power, but for the most part, we'll just continue adventuring. Every potion, every enchanted item we find, increases our chances of survival just a little more," Raven explained with a scowl that seemed out of place on her alluring face. Not that it wasn't attractive, but Raven normally had a sweet smile or a seductive smirk; the scowl was a new expression. "If we are going to seriously consider fighting the World Eater, we need allies. Hell, we need an army because Alduin has one. What's your opinion on the Stormcloaks?"

"They're a bunch of racist pig-headed assholes, and they tip like shit," Anise said bluntly, making Raven laugh.

"I can't have Skyrim trying to kill itself with a civil war when the dragons are returning, so this rebellion needs to end. I'm considering siding with the Imperials, even if the Thalmor are a bunch of cunts," Raven explained, making Anise blink at the unsaid statement that Raven was convinced she could end the war.

She wasn't wrong about the Thalmor, though.

"Hm, there's an idea. What's your opinion on false flag terrorist attacks?" Raven asked, making her blink again. "I could totally enthral a bunch of Stormcloaks and have them burn the Thalmor Embassy to the ground, get this war really going and strike a blow to those arrogant high elf bastards at the same time."

Raven was rather unhinged, wasn't she?

"You realise we're extremely dead if you get caught? Don't get me wrong, hurting the Stormcloaks and the Thalmor sounds like a great time, but it's very risky," Anise countered, making Raven scoff.

"World-Eater. Besides, if you don't want risk, then maybe you should stick to singing the same boring songs instead of adventuring to make your own legends," Raven pointed out, making Anise nod in acknowledgement. She wasn't wrong there.

Still, she couldn't exactly make a ballad about the time they started a war through trickery and deception.

"Fair enough, so the plan is the same for now? Whiterun next?" Anise asked, making Raven nod.

"I need to speak to the Jarl about Riverwood, to the steward about my grandfather's home that I inherited, and we need to find someone to identify the magical items and potions we've gathered," Raven agreed. "For now, let's just get back to Riverwood. I need a nap and a snack. I don't want to even have to think about world-eating dragons right now."

Honestly, fair.

Riding Fenrir back down to Riverwood, they parted ways as Raven headed over to the Riverwood trader, and she headed to the Sleeping Giant. If she knew one thing, it was that drunks were a good source of rumours. It was a necessary skill of a good bard to be able to separate the drunken boastings and lies from the genuinely useful information.

Besides, Riverwood had been cursed to just have Sven for a bard, and they were big tippers now that they had a better one. It wasn't that she disliked Sven; he was actually a rather nice guy for the most part, but he was a mediocre bard at best.

– Raven –

"You really managed to deal with all those bandits with just two people?" Camilla asks, a little awe-struck as I nod with a smile.

"Well, two people and a giant wolf," I correct, having returned the Golden Claw and gotten paid for my troubles.

"Having those thugs no longer harassing the roads from Riverwood should help a lot. You've done a good thing for us once again," Lucan says, giving me an approving nod. "For both our family and for the village entirely. Especially if your idea about Embershard pays off, we might actually be able to put Riverwood properly on the map."

"I think Alvor is taking some boys down to check the mine today; I'm waiting until he's finished his checks before I head to Whiterun. Hopefully, I'll be able to get the Jarl to send some guards to protect this place," I agree, giving him a smile.

"We'll have to hold a little party before you leave to thank you for all the help you've given Riverwood in the short time you've been here," Lucan suggests, making me smile at him.

"I'd like that, but for now, I really need a wash and a nap; dusty tombs aren't great for one's hygiene," I laugh, giving them a nod. We got back just after sunrise, my hooded cloak barely protecting me from the morning sun. Thankfully, it's a fairly foggy day, so I can afford to be outside for a while.

Saying goodbye, I slip out and head towards my home. Salonia wasted no time in moving into the small house I have at the edge of town.

"Raven, are we finally heading to Whiterun?" Salonia asks immediately as she sees me, making me pause as I give her an arched eyebrow. "N-not that I'm rushing you, but-"

"Not yet. Salonia, it's time you earn your keep. I want you to commission a carriage. There are some carpenters in Riverwood, and I want a carriage with a roof for our travels; Fenrir can pull it," I order, making her pause as I toss her my coin pouch. "Unless you want to walk to Whiterun?"

"No, you're right, of course. A carriage will make travelling this harsh land far easier," Salonia agrees, watching as I pull out the weapons I took from the bandits and Draugr as well.

"These are for selling. I don't mind if you don't get the best price, since Alvor and Lucan are friends, but I want you to sell these while I rest; then I want you to handle purchasing the supplies for the trip," I order, yawning as Salonia nods.

"Easily done; Lucan might be an Imperial, but he's too used to dealing with these barbarians," Salonia scoffs arrogantly. I wonder if she knows her life depends on her performance here.

If she fails in these simple negotiations, I'm eating her.

Heading to the master bedroom, I strip and toss myself on the bed with a sigh.

I'm the fucking Dragonborn. That's about the worst-case scenario and changes everything. My entire plan was to just enjoy myself while the Dragonborn did all the hard work. This is bullshit; why do I have to deal with the consequences of my actions?

Still, this isn't the end of the world (well, it is, but it's not the end of my world).

If I can't deal with Alduin, maybe I can go and hide in one of the Daedric Planes. I do have an invite to Sanguine's party, or I could try and get into the Shivering Isles and just ignore the fact that Alduin is munching on Tamriel. That's the final solution when all else has failed. Somehow, I doubt Noire or the Guild would be particularly impressed if that were how I dealt with the issues.

Hell, can't I just get Miraak to fight Alduin for me? My two biggest enemies fighting can only help me, and if Miraak gets Alduin's soul and becomes a problem, I will 100% join his cult. I'm happy to serve those stronger than me.

Still, I think continuing to embrace my Succubus nature will help me. Like I told Anise, we need allies, and the Succubus charm will only help me there. Riverwood is a perfect example of that. I've got most of the important people in the village practically worshipping me. Sure, it's not enough to count as a cult yet, but my influence in Riverwood can't be overstated, and I've barely been here a week.

Actually…

Quest Added

[The Corruption of Riverwood]

Objective: Corrupt or otherwise deal with the important figures of Riverwood.

Targets: Alvor, Gerdur, Delphine, Lucan, Sven, Faendal

Rewards: Succubus Empowerment

Hmm, I've already made some good progress on two of these, and Lucan is getting there as well. Delphine is the real issue, but… perhaps that can be solved as well. I fucking hate that arrogant blades bitch, and if there is anyone in Riverwood who would pose a genuine threat to me, it's her.

So, fuck her.

Writing a letter, I smile to myself. My familiar can fly faster than a regular bird, and I can mentally direct her to the letter's recipient. The Thalmor do so enjoy using other people as their tools, so turnabout is fair play.

I don't need the Blades because Delphine is too fucking paranoid to have as an underling, and I know where Esbern is hiding. I doubt this will result in Delphine's death; she's too paranoid and cautious for that, but it should drive her out of Riverwood, which is my actual purpose.

I even take a moment to recast Find Familiar and summon Athena as a crow, not an owl and send her during the cover of night so nobody sees her leaving my home. She'll set the Thalmor on Delphine, which should remove her from the board and let me have my way with Riverwood.

So, finish corrupting Alvor and Gerdur as well as Lucan; that won't be a problem. How to deal with the prats and their obsession with Camilla? Oh, I have some ideas about that.

But for now, I just want to sleep because today has been annoying. Stupid prophecy and stupid dragons.

– Later –

Waking up, I immediately freeze as I sense someone else in the room with me. It's not that I dislike waking up with someone else, but the figure sitting in the chair in the corner of my room isn't someone I'm familiar with.

I can sense them, but after a moment, I realise that they aren't breathing. They are utterly still, not even a single heartbeat, as they stare at me. I'm facing away from them, but I know they know I'm awake.

"You sleep rather soundly for a murderer," the figure says, her voice childish as my eyes widen, and I turn around to face them, recognising her before I've even turned around.

Sitting in the corner of the room, a child who looks like she hasn't even reached her teens yet gives me a playful smile, kicking her feet as she smiles, two fangs gleaming. She's wearing a light red dress, far too light for the Autumn weather in Skyrim, looking the very picture of an innocent girl if it wasn't for the knife by her waist and the hungry look in her eyes.

Babette, the vampire child of the Dark Brotherhood.

"So, out of curiosity, who have I annoyed so much that they've sent the Dark Brotherhood after me?" I ask as she goes to speak again, catching her off guard as she blinks in shock.

"And how do you know who I represent?" Babette asks dangerously, hand twitching towards her knife as I smile and sit up, deliberately taking a long moment to stretch and yawn.

"I'm cursed with knowledge. Both of what has passed and what is still to come," I say playfully, making her brows furrow in confusion. A confused enemy is a distracted enemy. "You are Babette, are you not? Did Astrid send you? The knowledge is never wrong, but sometimes it can be hard to work out."

I can't always count on my Skyrim knowledge, but I can use it to fuck with people.

"You are well-informed but also wrong. I'm not here to kill you. I planned to, for a while, but not for the Dark Brotherhood. You are hunting in my territory, leaving a trail of corpses that will lead the hunters right to my doorstep," Babette says dangerously, fangs glinting in the light before she smiles. "But I've decided not to gut you like I have so many other fledgelings who didn't know how to act subtly. You're interesting. I am very old, Raven. I've seen a lot. But you? I don't know what you are; you're an impossibility, a creature that shouldn't exist."

"I'm one of a kind," I say with a smirk, relaxing ever-so-slightly.

"That you are, and that is interesting. Life gets ever so boring when you live as long as I have, and new things are always an intriguing puzzle. So, I've decided not to slaughter you and invite you to join my little family instead," Babette offers, making me blink.

"Oh?" I ask, making her smile.

"I won't have a rival running around in my backyard, drawing unwanted attention, but I don't mind having a new little sister," Babette says, hopping off the chair. "All you have to do is kill someone for me; then you can be one of us. Astrid doesn't mind; I so rarely ask for anything, so she knows this is important to me."

I was just saying I need allies, and this is one hell of a way to start.

"All you have to do is kill someone in Whiterun for me since you're already heading there," Babette continues. "There is a man called Nazee-"

"Oh, that fucker? I was going to kill him anyway; that's easy," I say with a laugh, making her blink again. "Wait, we are talking about the guy who owns the farms and has a wife called Ahlam, right?"

"I, yes?" Babette says, once again off guard. "Wait, why are you going to kill him?"

"I just know I won't like him, so I want to gut him. For fun," I admit cheerfully, making her stare at me blankly before she giggles.

"Such a little psychopath. I'm sure the others are going to love you," Babette giggles. "Once you have dealt with Nazeem, I'll return again. Just try to be subtler. I'd hate to lose my new little sister to the Dawnguard before we've gotten to know each other better."

As she speaks, her body fades from view as she uses some form of invisibility, but even with my enhanced senses, I can't even hear her. She's good.

Ah, the Brotherhood. That's a clusterfuck and a half, but they're my kind of people.

I can work with that, though. Getting up and getting dressed before I head out; I'm glad that it's approaching winter as the sun has already set. Salonia isn't in, nowhere to be seen, so I set off. I have plans for tonight, but I have time to kill before I set off.

Spotting Sigrid in the streets, I mentally smirk at the sight of how tight her outfit is. She's embracing my advice quite well, flaunting what she has got. She's such a quick learner, and I can see the way the men of the village are struggling to keep their eyes off her body.

"Raven!" Sigrid says, giving me a wave as she sees me approaching. "I heard from Lucan you and Anise dealt with the bandits; you didn't get hurt, did you?"

"Oh, nothing more than some scratches. What has you out this late?" I ask, making Sigrid smile.

"Just some chores; things have gotten busy with the re-opening of Embershard mine coming up. Alvor took some of the lads down to the mines, and you were right. There's good iron down there, so now he, Gerdur, and Lucan are busy dealing with that," Sigrid explains, making me grin.

"That's great; that should make convincing Jarl Balgruuf to dedicate some real forces to protecting this place easier," I say happily, making her nod.

"That's the hope, but this is the busiest Riverwood has been for as long as I can remember," Sigrid says as we start walking together. "I see you slept through the day again."

"I'm practically nocturnal at this point, but honestly, I prefer it that way. I can traverse the wilds at night easily; most of the threats out there can't say the same; hitting the bandits at night gave us one hell of an advantage," I explain, making her nod.

"Fair enough," Sigrid says as we move through the village, mostly gossiping. "Are you going out again tonight?"

"I am. Goblins tend to travel at night to avoid detection, and while most of the tribe was slaughtered, some escaped. I'm going to patrol the forests for a while, just to make sure that none of them cause any trouble," I explain, making her smile.

"I'd tell you to be careful, but I doubt any stragglers will pose a threat to you," Sigrid says, making me nod.

"I won't be reckless, but I don't expect any major issues tonight. I'm mostly just being cautious," I say, watching as she jumps in surprise. She gives me a dirty look as my mage hand gropes her backside under her dress, but I just grin playfully as I join her for her chores.

Sigrid's face grows flushed as my mage hand fingers her under her dress, unseen by the people she's talking to.

"Raven!" Sigrid whispers as the hand speeds up, clutching my side as she tries to stifle a moan. Not many people are out; most are either home or at the Sleeping Giant, but a militia man is walking down the street towards us as I grin at her. The militia man definitely gives her a funny look, but he has no idea that Sigrid is currently cumming as I distract him with a sweet smile and some honeyed words, sending him on his patrol with tighter greaves. "You're terrible!"

Despite her words and the way she slaps my arm, she doesn't look upset as she pants slightly, gathering her breath before we continue our walk. Reaching her home, she invites me in for a hot drink, and I still want it to get darker before I set off, so I agree.

Entering the house, I pause at the sound of something coming from upstairs, getting her attention as I gesture for her to be quiet before motioning for her to follow me as we quietly head upstairs. Sigrid starts to hear the same thing as we get closer, lacking my senses, muffled sounds coming from Dorthe's room.

Pressing her ear to the door, she hears what I heard approaching the house: quiet gasps and moans, along with a more masculine grunting, giving me a look before she just opens the door outright.

Dorthe and Frodnar pull apart, shocked at the sudden intrusion, as Sigrid gives them a stern look. Dorthe is naked, and Frodnar is just wearing his top as the two teens pale rapidly, pulling their hands away from each other's genitals.

"Mom!" Dorthe yelps as Frodnar tries to stammer out some excuses.

"My husband takes you under his wing, and this is how you thank him?" Sigrid asks, giving Frodnar a dirty look, Dorthe's juices coating his hand as he tries to stammer out an answer. "Do you think Alvor is going to be happy to know you were pawing at his daughter's breasts and pussy?"

"Mom, this was my idea!" Dorthe admits, but her words don't ring true as Sigrid gives her daughter a stern look, making the naked teen fidget in place. "Frodnar was just-"

"It was my idea. I wanted to see what it felt like and asked Dorthe to try it out with me," Frodnar cuts in, pale with fear but showing a hint of a genuine good person as he refuses to let Dorthe take the fall for this.

"I- I wanted to try it as well. You and Dad are constantly touching each other or even having s-sex all the time; I was curious," Dorthe admits, covering her budding breasts with one arm and her privates with the other.

"Come on, Sigrid, you can't really be surprised. A boy and a girl at that age, spending most of their time together? It's a miracle it took this long," I say soothingly, making her sigh and rub her forehead,

"Honestly, you two. Well, I suppose at the very least you didn't jump right to sex," Sigrid sighs. "I'm not old enough to be a grandmother."

"D-does that mean we aren't in trouble?" Frodnar asks, going silent at a scalding look from Sigrid.

"For this? No, I suppose not. But you had work to do while Alvor was busy with the mine. Did you actually do any of it, or did you skip it to molest my daughter instead?" Sigrid asks, making Frodnar straighten up.

"I did it all! I finished all my tasks, like I said I would," Frodnar says quickly, making Sigrid pause and raise an eyebrow.

"Show me," Sigrid demands, watching Frodnar throw on his clothes, giving me a nod as she follows the teen downstairs.

"Did I mess up?" Dorthe asks, making me shake my head as I move over and sit next to her.

"Of course not. It's only natural to be interested in these things at your age," I say soothingly, rubbing her back. "Still, trying to experiment with someone just as inexperienced as you is a recipe for disaster; it would have been better to come to someone for help. Someone like me," I whisper, making her blush.

"I didn't- you're busy and-" Dorthe cuts off as I kiss her, her eyes going wide before she leans into it, my tongue slipping into her mouth as my hand moves between her legs.

"There's nothing wrong with wanting pleasure; let me show you how to properly take care of yourself instead of having some brat paw at you," I whisper, kissing her neck as I start to stroke her virgin slit, listening to her sweet moans and pleas as my finger slips into her.

– Sigrid –

Raven said she'd talk to Dorthe, which came as a surprise to hear Raven's voice in her head, but she trusted Raven. Honestly. Raven was probably a better person to talk to about these matters than her; Dorthe was in good hands.

"See? I did it all; I even moved all the ores over to the smelter so they'd be ready for Alvor. I didn't touch the forge, like he told me," Frodnar desperately explained, knowing that he was in a lot of trouble if she told Alvor about what he'd done.

Alvor still saw Dorthe as his little girl, not willing to admit she was growing into a woman.

"Hm, I'll admit you've done well," Sigrid admitted, staring down at the fearful boy. "But that doesn't excuse you trying to talk my daughter into these kinds of things."

"I… I know. I'm sorry," Frodnar agreed, ashamed.

"So why did you do it?" Sigrid asks, making him blush in embarrassment.

"It's just… I can't stop thinking about it. About women, even when I'm working I keep thinking about their bodies," Frodnar admitted.

"Who do you think about?" Sigrid asked, arms crossed under her chest, pushing her breasts together as Raven had shown her.

"Y-you, Raven, Dorthe… mostly. Some others as well," Frodnar admitted, clearly ashamed. "S-since I spied on you, I can't stop thinking about what you looked like in the bath or the way you were moaning. I was just curious at first, but now I can't stop myself."

"Oh, so this is my fault?" Sigrid asked, secretly amused. Raven would call him 'down bad', even if she didn't quite understand the High Rock terms Raven used sometimes.

"N-no!" Frodnar squeaked.

"Come with me," Sigrid demanded, heading back upstairs as the thoroughly beaten down Frodnar followed her, pausing as she heard the noises from Dorthe's room, but shaking her head, she headed into her room and turned to Frodnar. "You are 'horny', pent up because you don't take care of your own needs."

She was mostly borrowing Raven's own words as she spoke to Frodnar, shutting down the quiet voice in her mind telling her to stop.

"Strip," Sigrid demanded, watching Frodnar pale before he perked up in excitement, removing his clothes quickly. Guiding him onto the bed, she stared at him as his smaller cock twitched in excitement, his horny teenage mind producing all kinds of theories over what was about to happen. "You have done well, and I suppose you have earned a reward."

Pulling her dress up, she watched his eyes go wide as her breasts bounced free, having not been wearing anything but her undergarments beneath it. Removing even those, she stood before her husband's teenage apprentice in nothing, baring everything for him as his eyes roamed her naked form, from the heaving breasts to her neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair.

"You will tell nobody about this, no boasting to any of your other little friends, not even hinting at this. Are we clear?" Sigrid asked, making him nod desperately as she moved onto the bed, mounting his legs as she reached down and grasped his cock. "I can't have someone so horny hanging around my daughter, but as long as you keep up the good work, I will help you deal with these needs myself, alright?"

The feeling of power she got as he nodded, whimpering from her touch, made her realise why Raven loved sex so much. She was barely touching him, and Frodnar's cock was already desperately twitching in her hands, but she had more experience from her new sex life with Alvor, stopping before he could cum.

"Not yet; nobody is going to be impressed by a boy who blows his load in a few strokes," Sigrid scolded, taking one of his hands and moving it to her breast as he immediately started mauling them, making her scold him again.

He didn't last much longer, gasping as he stained her hand with his seed, watching in awe as she idly licked it up and gave him another look. His cock, powered by his youthful vigour, remained hard as she gave him a look, undecided on how far to take this.

"Do you want me to please you?" Sigrid asked, making him nod desperately. "How do you want me to satisfy you? Use your words."

"C-can I put it in?" Frodnar asked, looking at her dripping pussy as she laughed.

"I think not. You've been a good boy, but you haven't earned the right to enjoy that yet," Sigrid teased before she paused and moved forwards. "But we can try something close."

Copying movements she'd seen from Raven, she rubbed her wet lower lips along his shaft, grinding against him as he groaned in pleasure, utterly at her mercy as she took her own pleasure from his body. Unfortunately, his inexperience showed its ugly head again as he came a second time, spurting a smaller load onto his stomach as he groaned.

"I haven't reached my climax yet, and you've selfishly come twice, but you can make it up to me," Sigrid said, pulling him off the bed and moving his unresisting body down onto his knees. One hand gripping his hair, she pulled his head between her legs and started advising him on how to please her.

Frodnar started to obediently lap at her slit, head trapped between her thighs.

Alvor was a controlling man in bed, now that Raven had awakened that in him, but she couldn't deny that having control over a young man was very satisfying, as she ground her mound against Frodnar's mouth.

– Raven –

Slipping out of the house, I nod at a job well done. Sigrid will probably regret that in the morning, without me lowering her inhibitions, but that just gives me a chance to push the corruption of her and Alvor even further.

Dorthe is asleep, well and truly mind-blown; I probably ruined her. After Frodnar's inexperienced groping, my touch wouldnhave been downright heavenly.

Heading out, I give the guards a wave as they give me a respectful nod, wishing me a good hunt.

Heading into the forest, I quickly change directions once I'm out of sight. There's a certain old woman living in a cabin in the woods I need to pay a visit to. I need a snack, and no-one will miss Anise, plus I want to loot her secret little basement.

— Bonus Scene — Gerdur

Returning home, she gave Hod a nod and thanked him for making them some food; her life was suddenly far busier with the planning for Embershard mine ongoing. Raven was completely right; they had a good source of iron basically down the road from them, and they'd just left it to rot in the hands of the bandits.

Eating, she saw Frodnar return home with a hop in his step. Training to become a blacksmith was doing good for her lazy son; he'd been far better at doing his chores and not getting into trouble lately; she'd have to thank Raven for suggesting it to Sigrid and Alvor.

After they ate, she went up to get some sleep, pausing as Hod joined her, experimentally touching her to see if she'd shut him down like she had so many other times. Sighing, she turned to him and saw the look of disappointment and annoyance on his face, but she stopped herself.

She knew Alvor and Sigrid had reignited their relationship, and both were happier for it. She had come to accept that she preferred women, but she did genuinely love Hod for all the support he'd given her over the years.

Kissing her husband, she caught his surprise as she undid his bottoms, pulling out his thick cock and removing her own nightwear before she kissed her way down his burly chest and took the tip of his cock into her lips.

She wasn't great at this, but Hod certainly didn't complain as she bobbed her head, sucking his cock for the first time in years, even as she frowned at the taste. He didn't last long, his seed flooding her mouth as his dry spell helped her out; pulling back with a smile as she wiped her mouth clear.

"Now, get some sleep. I've got far too much to do tomorrow to stay up any later," she scolded, making Hod give her a grin as she rolled over and laid down again, feeling him move behind her, neither bothering to get dressed as she felt his cock come to rest between her thighs.

Hod fell asleep quickly enough, but as she drifted off, she dreamt of only Raven.