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It’s been twelve years since the destruction of Alduin, the world eater. The great black dragon that instilled fear all over Skyrim. For once in a great while, the land knew peace, tranquility beyond measure as the threats of dragons slowly subsided. With only small occasions of dragon attacks, all in the land owed their thanks to the Dragonborn. That is, until the passage of time makes even great heroes fall to temptation.
A large house that overlooked the plains of the pale. Heljarchen hall, home to the dovahkin and her family sat proudly as the sun began to set on the horizon, ushering in another frosty winter night. There, near the large front doors of the home, a woman with luscious brown hair carried a large set of travel gear outside near the stables. As the materials crashed to the ground as she tossed them aside, she looked up to the twilight as the barrier between night and day loomed overhead.
“Lucia,” A voice called from behind, commanding, and boisterous. “Don’t tell me you are going out looking for her again, are you?”
She looked over her shoulder to find housecarl Lydia, her sword at her side as she rested her round shield on the ground near the anvil. Lucia already knew she wouldn’t approve, but she ignored her as she continued to fasten various supplies to her horse as Lydia drew near. “You know your father-
“My father knew nothing!” Lucia slapped Lydia’s hand away as it touched her shoulder.
The two stood there for a moment, motionless as the winds blew. Lucia shook her head as she went about packing her things yet again. “It doesn’t matter. Alesan left too, so I’m leaving as well.”
“Listen Lucia. I know you lost your father and now, my thane is gone as well, but you can’t go running off into the unknown. She wouldn’t have wanted that for you.” Lydia stood beside her as she gathered the remaining things before, she closed the bag, fastening it tight on her steed.
“Just remember what I taught you. You’re an excellent fighter, but the wilds are a dangerous place. At least promise me you’ll be careful.”
Lucia finally looked at her as the darkness took over, the night shrouded with thick plumes of clouds as the moons were dimmed. She took a deep breath and went to her, giving her a hug as she frowned. “I will Lydia. I must find her.”
“Do you have any clue where to start?” Lydia spoke as the two moved away from each other, eyeing the young woman as she donned her custom-made ebony armor.
“I do.” She replied as she looked off to the southeast toward the Rift. “Serana will know where she went, I just know it.”
The housecarl rolled her eyes at the mention of the vampire. The very same that her thane and Lucia’s mother once fancied but was rejected numerous times before she gave up. She shook her head as she then remembered what she would have to do to even speak with the likes of Serana. “Just remember Lucia, Isran and Serana don’t get along. Once you get to Fort Dawnguard-
“I know, Agmaer and Beleval will help me. It’s not my first time going there, remember?”
Lydia interjects again as she holds her face, annoyed by Lucia’s constant interruptions. “Yes, and you were accompanied by your mother. Don’t forget that. So, this is going to be different. They may not let you speak to her.”
This time, it was Lucia’s turn to roll her eyes as she lifted herself up onto the horse, hearing him slightly protest but accept her on his back. She patted his neck, telling him he was a great horse before looking back to Lydia, waving her hand in goodbye.
“I promise Lydia, I’ll find my mother, the oh so elusive Dovahkin.” Her words were seething with sarcasm as she taped her heels to the manes side, ushering him forward as they made their way south toward the roads.
Flaming Pyres light the path of the stone roads that wind along the landscape, all leading to the various holds and cities that dot Skyrim. There, Lydia came across the fort with the banners of the imperial legion flying proudly against the wind. Screeches of wailing bandits fighting off giants followed as she looked near the base of the mountains. She hastened the reigns of her steed, galloping along the roadside as the lights faded as she broke away from the main roads into the lower hills, coming across an abandoned mine near a flowing river. Its rushing waters muffled the footsteps of marauders that stalked the woman on horseback.
With a flash, an arrow whizzed mere feet in front of her, striking the tree as it buried itself in the thick bark. Lucia pulled her sword from her scabbard and dismounted with such grace, she was on the ground before one of the bandits knew she was aware they were there. With one fell strike, she split open the man’s chest open, the leather armor was nothing compared to her hardened ebony blade. His viscera spilled to the ground as he fell dead and lifeless.
“You’ll pay for that!” a woman cried out as she let an arrow loose.
The feeble metal of the tip did nothing to her, merely only forming a clinging sound as it bounced harmlessly from her. Lucia looked toward her and ran with such speed, she closed in with only a matter of a second to respond. With near superhuman strength, she drove her blade upward, eviscerating the woman as her eyes went wide with shock and fear. Her cries fell on deaf ears as Lucia saw two more bandits rush in her direction.
“We got you now.” One man said before he was silenced by an arrow to the neck.
His body went limp as he hit the ground, face deep in the mud of the riverbank as the remaining man stabbed at the traveler, his attacks easily dodged even though her armor was heavy. She parried one of his attacks and kicked him in the stomach, forcing him to kneel over in pain as he coughed up bile. She was about to drive her sword into his back before she heard a familiar voice call to her.
“Woah there lioness.” A man spoke as he stood between her and the man. “This here is our kill.”
Lucia lowered her blade, eyeing the reeling man then back to the other. “Wait… Marcus?”
He bowed slightly and raised his head. “The one and only. Your friendly neighborhood bandit slash marauder slash mercenary slash-
“Band of lowlives?” Lucia smiled and giggled at him as she let her guard down.
“You know, you really ought to stop doing that to people.”
She looked around and saw the others in the group. A tall linky high elf, a breton, and a dark elf. All besides the breton were men. “Stop what?”
“Interrupting people, you dense nord.” The woman said as she got closer, holding a fireball in one hand as she lit up the night.
They both gave each other a smile before they embraced in a hug, only to distance themselves once again. “Elara, it’s good to see you.”
Lucia then looked at the others and gave them a wave. All of whom responded with a nod and a wave as they gathered the kills together. Marcus then lifted the injured bandit up by the hair, forcing him to look up. “I’ll ask again, where are you all staying?”
He winced as the pain was burning in his gut from her kick. He said nothing until the man brought his knife to his neck. Then, he blurted out loud “In the border near the Rift. An old, abandoned fort. Nobody claimed it, so we took it for ourselves.”
“Thank you.” Marcus said before he dragged the sharp edge of the knife across the man’s neck, spilling blood as he gasped his final breathes.
He fell to the ground, dead like his fellow bandits. Lucia looked at the man and then back to Marcus. She shrugged and they all gathered again. They carried burlap sacks with the severed heads of the bandits, proof of their killings as they all sat near a campfire. Tents were erected to stave off the cold as everyone took in the frigid winter air, the thin mist overing little comfort as the fire grew bright.
“So why are you out here, Lucia?” Elara asked as she pulled a dried strip of beef from her bag.
“I’m looking for my mother. Ever since our father died, she just left and never told anyone where she went. I am to find her.”
“Good luck.” The tall elf spoke as he spit into the fire. “Word is, she went on a rampage, killing anyone she came across from the pale all the way to Highrock.”
“That’s enough, Gilon. You altmer always like to spin stories.” Marcus hushed the man as they all went silent. He then turned to Lucia, offering her some assurance. “I’m sure the Dovahkin, as crazy as she always was, is doing alright.”
“Thanks Marcus.” She didn’t need to hear that from him to know it was half true.
Lucia grew to learn of her mothers’ exploits, her trials and triumphs that was spoken across the land with booming cheer. But she also knew of her dark side, the various horrible deeds she had done. Her ears alone with her brother knew of this. She shook her head as she stood, taking her leave as she went back to her horse.
“You know, we missed you.” Marcus spoke behind her as he followed her through the thick woods to her small camp, she set up moments ago. “Especially me and Gilon.”
Lucia smirked as she didn’t bother to look over her shoulder as he drew closer. The short haired nord smoothened over his chin with his hand as he eyed her, noticing she was totally fine taking her armor off in his presence. He got as close as he could without being in arms reach, slapping her ass as he smirked.
“How dare you.” She swung her first around, striking air as he easily dodged his fist.
He laughed as he held his stomach, slapping his knee as he felt her eyes boring into him as she calmed herself. She took a deep breath as she looked at him again, this time, she held herself steady. “Perhaps I did miss my nights roaming the countryside with you and the ruffians. I’m sure Dibella herself blushed at some of the things you and Gilon did while sharing my bed.”
“Maybe… we could recreate such a night,” Marcus took a long step to her, his face mere inches from hers as she striped down to her undergarments. “I know that altmer has been itching for a taste.”
She crossed her arms as he let his warm breath tickle her neck. His hand reached underneath her bra to grasp hold of her supple breast. A slight moan escaped her lips as he then reached down with his other hand, his fingers massaging the folds of her vulva. With a hushed tone, he let his lips touch hers, muttering words to her as he struggled to contain himself. “All you must do is say yes. You know you’ve been missing us.”
She shook her head and rolled her eyes as she let herself go. Her hand cupped his chin as his fingers played with her body, building her desire even further as she then looked behind him. The eyes of the altmer pierced through the dark as he too was eager to get closer. His bright green eyes was mesmerizing as he drew closer, her body quivering as Marcus continued to play with her folds and breasts, switching between the two as he lapped her nipples with his tongue. Just then, he felt a hand on his shoulder, slightly pulling him aside.
“I think she wants a little more than an eager boys’ sloppy mouth.” He said as he came with full intentions of controlling the scene. “She like its rough, remember?”
His fingers gripped a handful of her hair and tugged downward, forcing her to look up at him with hungry eyes. Her mouth went agape, her breath warm in the night as the mist flowed from her. His mouth crashed onto her, his tongue fighting hers for dominance as Marcus came behind her. He held her hips as he let his now solid cock tease her moistened folds, rubbing his member between her thighs. They were all naked now, exposed to the elements as the symphony of the wildlife hummed and chirped. Just then, the moons shone bright above as the clouds parted ways.
“Look at that Gilon,” The nord pointed to the sky, letting his fingers smoothen across her back as shivers shot up her spine. “Looks like the gods are smiling on us this night.”
Gilon hesitated but pulled his mouth away from hers, strings of fluid between them both stretched as they wanted to continue their battle of tongues. He looked up and saw the two moons hanging bright above. He smiled and looked back at her, her face now looking toward the nord as he stood. She was now between the two, her mind went blank when all she could think of release. A way to enjoy her time away from home as she kneeled in the middle, the two hard cocks at her chin level.
“You’re right Marcus,” Lucia spoke as she wrapped her fingers on both the shafts presented to her. “I do enjoy this.”
She dragged her tongue on the underside of his dick as she looked up at him. Their eyes connected as she took him in her mouth. She bobbed her head, her moans muffled from his shaft as she sucked him down her throat. She let his cock slip out of her mouth as she went to Gilon’s. She slurped and sucked on his member as her eagerness allowed her so. She let go of one of the cocks and reached down to finger her pussy, her juices flowed as she continued to pleasure the men with her mouth.
“Oh dammit,” Marcus protested as he held her head. “I’m gonna cum.”
She sped up her administration as her throat opened, taking him further as she sucked him off. She looked up and let his cock pop out of her mouth just as he released his load all over her face. Thick globs of cum covered her chin and cheek as he held her head, forcing her to look up at him as he pumped his cock, jerking off until he was completely spent. He let out a moan as he let her go, falling over to sit on a log close by.
“I knew you wouldn’t last long.” Gilon helped her to her feet as she too was near climax, smiling at her with menacing eyes as he knew what she wanted. “Let me finish you off, girl.”
“Girl?” She couldn’t say much before he turned her around and pushed her upper body down.
She rested her hands on the bark of the tree as she looked behind her, watching him stand right behind as he guided the tip of his dick to her sopping wet entrance. She had little time to think before he shoved his cock deep inside of her, nearly pushing up against her womb. She held her breath as she let out a silent moan in protest. She lowered her head, letting her hair fall as he gently pulled away, only to shove his dick deep once again. He continued to pump her relentlessly, gripping her hips as he fucked her.
She groaned from the man’s tenacity, ravaging her as she felt the urge build within. She was near her peak as he lost his rhythm, his thrust becoming erratic as he pumped her pussy with all his might. He slapped her ass as he continued, the burning in his loans urging him forward as he too was closing in. As the two became lost in their sex, she softly moaned. “Fuck, I’m cumming.”
Her walls tightened around his shaft as her juices flowed, flooding her as she gushed all over his thighs. She nearly screamed as her body convulsed, his grip never faltering as he held onto her tightly, riding her climax. He too gave her a few more pumps before he came the damn broke. He pulled out of her in time as he sprayed her backside with his sticky cream. He jerked his cock more until he too was empty, letting her fall to her knees as they both breathed heavy.
As the moon light shone bright in the sky, the trio put on some cloths, covering themselves as the lust slowly subsided. Lucia sat on a stump, her urges satisfied from the two men she once traveled with. They sat around the smoldering embers as night took hold, the bitter cold biting at her skin as she wrapped herself in a fur blanket.
“You should travel with us, Lucia.” Marcus broke the silence as they struggled to fill the air after their sudden sexcapade.
“That sounds lovely and all, but I have my own endeavor.”
“Don’t be silly,” Gilon said as he poked at the fire. “I know you are traveling to Riften to get any ideas where to start. We are heading that way. Least you could do is travel with us to help us rid those bandits.”
“You’re bandits yourselves. Don’t be stupid.” Lucia retorted as she stood up to take her leave.
She took a few steps to her tent before she stopped. Her mind flooded with uncertainty as she pondered the concept of company. She shook her head and turned around, looking at them both. “What are my guarantees that you simply won’t lock me up and use me as your slave like that one time?”
The two laughed and looked at each other. Marcus then said as he calmed himself. “That was just a bit of fun. We wanted to see what your brother would do.”
“And he didn’t disappoint. That guy came in with staff blazing and shambling zombies. Just like his father.”
“Our father.” Her face grew sour as she leered at him, her face now a display of anger.
Gilon knew he messed up, so he had to think of something quick. To reassure her that they meant nothing but good intentions. “I’m sorry Lucia. We promise. We want these bandits gone, simple as that. They been messing in our territory, so they must pay.”
She stood there, letting her anger subside as the howling of wolves echoed in the distance. As she thought, Marcus stood and walked over to her, resting his hand on her shoulder. She opened her eyes and gave them her thoughts. “Fine. But I get to kill them too.”
Just then, they smiled at one another, seeing that the daughter of the dragonborn was to fight alongside them once more.
Near the gates of Markarth, A man with a cart full of good stood near the encampment of Khajit, speaking with them as the winds grew still. The moons overhead illuminated the mountain sides as Alesan walked back to his cart. All along the side was wears of miscellaneous trinkets and wares, bottles of potions and sets of cloth and rags.
“Struck out again I see.” An armored guard stood tall as he spoke to the young man.
“Not entirely,” He smiled as he held up a sack of gold septims. “I sold enough to cover you and my travel to Riften.”
The mercenary nodded to him as they made way to the winding roads to head east. The hills were still infested with forsworn, but soon, even they would come to fear the coming days.