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Betad by Marethyu, Priapus, Beans
The Guild of Gamers: The Vampire
Chapter 14: Setting out (Finally)
— Sigrid —
Despite Riverwood surviving the attack, there was no denying that the mood was low in the village. Too many people had died, too much was lost.
The village militia, despite having put up a good fight, buying time for Raven to return, had been particularly discouraged by the raid. It hadn't been their fault, the gates had been opened by a traitor, but their 'failure' stung deep.
So, she had to help raise them up again.
The young man beneath her thrust up into her soaked cunt, his eyes devouring her tits as they bounced with each thrust as a larger man took her from behind, her moans filling the room this… morale raising celebration was being held in. These men had fought, putting their lives on the line, for the people of Riverwood and it was just logical to reward them for their hard work.
Raven had paid for the drinks and food, and provided the… entertainment. Gerdur lay on one of the beds, her single partner fucking her freshly widowed pussy. Hod's death was a tragic one, but Gerdur was a strong woman and she had her own needs.
Gerdur preferred to stick to a single partner at a time, it seemed. The men weren't complaining, as Sigrid turned her gaze to the main 'stage' where most of the men were gathered.
Raven, in all her glory, knelt behind Camilla as she gripped the younger girl's hair and guided Camilla's head along the lucky man's cock. Both Raven and Camilla had semen coating their forms and leaking from their holes.
Camilla had admitted that she wanted to replace the memories of her defilement with more pleasurable ones. Sigrid could see the logic, and admired the girl's strength. She'd also admired how Camilla looked bouncing on Alvor's cock earlier, during the foursome with Raven to reward Alvor's bravery during the raid.
She couldn't take her eyes off Raven as the architect of this celebration picked out three of the men for her entertainment. Sigrid, Gerdur and Camilla were being used by these men for their pleasure, but Raven was the one using the men she deigned worthy of her time. Even as they stuffed all three of her holes, there was no denying who was in control as the lucky men hung on to her for dear life as she sucked the life right out of them.
It was… beautiful and downright inspiring, and Sigrid did her best to copy her hero's movements and actions, causing the pair that were enjoying her ass and pussy to groan in pleasure.
Her mind swam with lust, blind to the passage of time as one of her partners reached their completion only to be replaced by another, who vigorously used her tits for his pleasure.
The men seemed to more… virile than usual, each one recovering from their spent state to go for another round, over and over until it felt like each man had used her three holes at least twice.
As she laid in a fleshy pile, exhausted but satisfied beyond belief, she watched Raven and Camilla make out as the last men jerked off onto their bodies.
Looking around the militia, she grinned at the tired but thrilled expressions on their faces. The sting of their poor performance having been wiped away by the night's activities.
Maybe she should start visiting these hard-working men more often~
It wasn't like Alvor would care as long as she always came back to him at the end, and she always would.
Spotting one of the men's cocks still standing proud, she gave him a smirk as she pulled him in for another round.
— Lucan Valerius — Next Day —
When Raven had approached him about Camilla's desire to go with her to Whiterun, he'd been completely against it. Yes, he trusted Raven with Camilla's safety but his little sister was reckless and immature. He was aware that she was technically an adult, but as the one who had practically raised her, he couldn't see her as one.
Especially after what had happened to her.
But Raven had a way with words, didn't she? Reminding him that it was just a short trip thanks to her new carriage, that Camilla would be safer with Raven than she would be here. But, he'd not been moved, he'd dug his feet in and kept to his main argument, Camilla was far too childish to be trusted to go anywhere alone.
Raven had her ways of convincing people, it seemed.
"F-fuck!" Lucan cried, bound to his bedframe as Raven bounced on his cock. Raven's giggles filled the room as he cursed the blindfold she'd placed over his eyes, his wrists and ankles bound to the bedframe.
"That's it, let go," Raven purred, her pussy milking his cock as he tried his best to extend this paradise he had found himself in. It was no use, his body defied him as his hips thrust up desperately, his seed pumped into the tight cunt he was sheathed in.
And then, his blindfold was ripped away and his heart stopped at the sight of Raven kneeling next to him. Atop him, Camilla continued to move her hips and his cock continued to release its sticky seed into his little sister's waiting cunt.
"W-what?!" Lucan gasped, his mind trying to catch up as his traitorous eyes wandered his sister's nude form, watching her small perky tits jiggle with each bounce. "Camilla?"
"Hey, Lucan," Camilla gasped, letting out a lewd moan.
"Doesn't she look beautiful, Lucan?" Raven whispered, silencing the part of Lucan's mind that was screaming as his eyes glazed over slightly.
"Y-yeah," Lucan groaned, his hands freed and instead of pushing his sister away, they simply moved to her hips.
"Camilla has all grown up, hasn't she? Don't pretend you haven't noticed it, all those men sniffing around her," Raven purred, stroking his hair. "You're right to worry, but it's time to accept that Camilla is a grown woman. She's not your innocent little sister anymore."
"N-not innocent," Lucan agreed, his legs freed. "Fuck, Camilla."
"That's the idea, Lucan," Camilla giggled as he spun them over, hovering over her for a moment before his hips began to move again, thrusting into her already creampied pussy.
Logic took a backseat to his base desires, focusing on nothing but the feeling of Camilla's pussy squeezing down on his cock.
"That's it, let go," Raven whispered, her words echoing in his mind as she pressed her nude form against his side. "Pound this little slut. She's always loved teasing the boys, hasn't she? Time to show her what a real man can do."
— Raven —
[The Corruption of Riverwood]
Objective: Corrupt or otherwise deal with the important figures of Riverwood.
Targets: Alvor (Done), Gerdur (Done), Delphine (Done), Lucan (Done), Sven (Done), Faendal (Done)
Rewards: Succubus Empowerment
As if I'd let some pissy merchant get in between me and completing my quest… and perhaps more importantly, from getting my new pet apprentice.
I considered turning Camilla into a vampire. but at the end of the day the sunlight weakness is too telling. So, it got me thinking. I was clearly onto something with turning her, but if I can't make her into a vampire…
The Ring of Khajiiti gleams on my finger as I watch Camilla wrap one leg around her brother's waist and cry for more.
Succubus Arts - Apprentice
[Enthralling Love]
Nothing is more dangerous than a succubus that has won her prize. When you are having sex, you can charm and enthrall your victims to make them love and worship you. For weak willed prey, this effect is permanent, though stronger victims may break free eventually.
So, if she can't become a vampire then why not make her into a succubus? She's already a horny little slut and I feel Mephala's embrace as her power works through me, flowing into my obedient little corrupted slut. It barely took me any nudging to get Camilla to agree to this, after her time with the militia. Sigrid was my best student in the arts of corruption, but Camilla is rapidly catching up in terms of degeneracy.
"F-fuck, Camilla. I'm going to cum," Lucan groans, her fingers digging into his back and her legs locking behind his waist to keep him from pulling out.
"Inside, Lucan. Pump your seed into your sister's fertile womb," Camilla moans, as I watch the lifeforce from Lucan begin to slowly drain into his sister. His feeble body can't fight it, cumming buckets as she drains him in more ways than one and her new power enthralls his body and soul. As she starts to drain a little too much, I give her a mental tug on the leash and she stops with a sheepish smile before she rolls them over so she's on top again, taking over for the almost comatose man.
Lucan doesn't even seem to notice as her body shifts, her tits growing a size and her ass becoming fatter. He doesn't even notice as her skin goes almost candy pink and a pair of small pink horns grow from her forehead and matching wings burst from her back. All he notices is the feeling of her demonic cunt draining him to the last drop, his balls shrivelling from the sheer amount of semen he's depositing inside her.
"You love me, don't you?" Camilla purrs into his ear, kissing his neck.
"Y-yes!" Lucan groans, his hands exploring her body.
"You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?" Camilla continues, already enthralled by the power I've shared with her.
"Y-yes! Just please- don't stop," Lucan gasps, his reason and logic tossed aside as Camilla kisses him, deepening her control over him.
"I'm going with Raven. You're going to give us your money and if you make enough for when I come back, I'll do this again… you want that, don't you?" Camilla whispers, her magic empowered by mine leashing Lucan's mind and soul.
"O-of course! Whatever you want!" Lucan groans as I move behind Camilla, kissing her shoulder as I play with her breasts, making her giggle.
"Good boy," Camilla praises, stroking his face. Lucan pushes his face into her hand, like a needy puppy, but with her draining him dry it's only a matter of time before he… oh, there he goes as he slumps into a minor coma. He'll be fine after a nap. "Aww, he's all spent~"
"He's only human, and not in the best shape. Why don't we go and find some lonely men?" I suggest, giving her a kiss. "I'm proud of you, Camilla. I told you that you had nothing to be ashamed of, and it feels good doesn't it?"
"It feels… powerful. It feels amazing. I just wish I could have taken Sven for a ride before he went and died," Camilla admits.
"Eh, he had a pretty small cock," I explain with a shrug, and like that her minor grief is gone. Succubi don't feel emotions quite the same way as humans do, and Camilla is still somewhere in between. "Come on, you'll feel better after seducing a couple of big, burly men."
"Okay!" Camilla agrees with a beaming smile, moving off her brother without even a glance or moment of concern for his state as she focuses and her skin fades back to its pale white and her horns, tail and wings retract.
She's got a skip to her step as we dress (but not that much) and head out into the night. I understand. My first drain left me feeling giddy and my first sip of blood did the same.
Wandering the streets for less than five minutes, it doesn't take us long to find someone out and about. With the inn burnt down, there's not much for the Nord men to be doing at night (beyond the village women, thanks to my corruption) and finding a lonely man without a woman was not hard.
Giving Camilla an encouraging nudge, I watch her head out across the street and smile as their conversation goes from mild flirtation to Camilla getting fucked by the side of a building in about two minutes, uncaring of the public place.
She's a fast learner, and this time she holds back her desire to drain him dry and only takes a safe amount of lifeforce from the lucky man.
Leaving him panting against the wall, she skips back to me with his seed leaking down her leg thanks to her lack of underwear under that old dress and gives me a beaming smile.
"Felt good, right?" I praise, stroking her hair as she nods.
"I've seen him watching my ass when he comes into the store. I just gave him a chance to live his fantasies… he'll be thinking about this for months, won't he?" Camilla asks excitedly.
"Years. You can feel it, can't you?" I ask, getting a proud nod.
"He's mine," Camilla agrees with a giggle. "Ooh, look! He's one of the lumber mill workers. Look at those muscles. Do you want this one?"
"Why yes, I think I do," I purr, giving her a quick kiss as I slip toward the man she noticed. She's such a sweet girl.
Now, come to mommy~
— Next Day —
In truth, I'm ready to leave Riverwood but… I'm not quite willing to leave it entirely behind. This place has become my little slice of corrupt paradise.
It was so innocent, so boring, when I first arrived. Just a bunch of boring, proper Nords who only had sex in the missionary position at night with the candles out. Now, you can't go anywhere without seeing someone getting fucked or sucked.
So, what is a girl to do when it's time to leave her beloved little haven?
"You're… a vampire?" Sigrid asks with a gasp, sharing a look with Gerdur.
"It… it makes sense," Gerdur admits. "You never go out in the day. You're too strong, too fast, even for an experienced adventurer… but, where do you get your blood?"
"Animals, when I can. Bandits when I can't," I admit with a shamed look. "I was turned after my grandfather passed away and I was on the road, but I've heard rumours of a wizard who knows how to cure vampirism in Skyrim so I decided to make the trek."
Sigrid moves first, putting her hand on mine.
"You're one of us, Raven. Dorthe would be dead if it wasn't for you. The raid would have gone far worse," Sigrid reassures me, giving me a soft smile.
"She's right. You've been a gift from the gods. You might have been given this… curse, but you've used it for good," Gerdur agrees. "But why tell us now?"
"Because Riverwood isn't safe. I wish it was, but the militia isn't strong enough to fight off all the dangers out there," I say, fuelling the fear that is so fresh in their minds. "And I can use this power for good. If I share my blood, it can empower regular humans. It won't turn them into vampires, but it would give them an addiction to my blood."
"Why us?" Gerdur asks, she always was the smart one.
"Because this isn't a power I want to share recklessly, and I trust you both with it. I know it's a scary thought, but you can trust me not to abuse my power over you," I purr, putting some power into my voice. "This will be our secret. If all goes well, nobody will ever have to know, but what if I gave it to Alvor and he suddenly bent the metal he was working on with his new strength? Who else could I truly trust with this power? Who, in this village, would you trust to be so much stronger than anyone else?"
"Nobody," Gerdur agrees, her mind flashing to Delphine and Faendal. "This is safe?"
"It is," I promise, pulling out a small crimson vial. "I'll leave some vials with you for when you get the need for my blood, more than enough to last you during my trip to Whiterun and back."
"Can it be undone?" Sigrid asks, taking the vial.
"It can. If you don't drink my blood, it'll wear off in time," I lie, watching her uncap it and sniff it before she gives me a trusting smile and drinks the entire vial in one go. Gerdur hesitates, before the image of the bandits flashes through her mind. The way they'd had her son at dagger point as they stripped and groped her. What happens if more come, smelling blood in the water and I'm not here? Grief and fear flood her, rather than any true desire for power, as she followed Sigrid's example.
[Create Ghoul]
By feeding a mortal your vampiric vitae, you can transform them into a Ghoul, a vampiric servant addicted to your blood. This halts their ageing, grants them some superhuman strength and speed and grants them a minor regeneration factor.
Wonderful…
What I may have forgotten to mention is that with my blood running through their veins, they are now vectors for my own powers. All those fancy Dominate powers? Yeah, now I can use them no matter the distance because they've got a little bit of me inside them.
[Memory Block] binds this moment. They'll never be able to tell anyone what I told them today. What they did. [Submerged Directive] and [Conditioning] will keep them acting however I desire… and [Possession] gives me a way to play with my little paradise even when I'm far from here.
They both have an euphoric expression on their faces, the power flowing through their veins. I don't think they even notice as they strip, nor as we move to Gerdur's bedroom, lost to the moment.
Gaining permanent thralls has increased your proficiency with [Dominate, Discipline of Control]
[Implanted Opinion]
Allows you to implant a feeling, opinion, or even a personality trait within a victim that they will believe is their own.
[Loyalty]
Your control over your victims is so complete that while under your control, nobody else will be able to use any form of controlling magic or power on them as your power overrides it.
[Rationalise]
Your control has become so subversive that people under the influence of your Domination refuse to believe their actions are not their own.
If the pair notice me fucking around in their heads, they don't mention is as they kiss, their hands exploring each others bodies. Nor do they even question it as I call on my magic and pink sparkles form together to make a large, sparkly phallus attached to my waist like a glitter-covered strap on.
Gerdur, the least slutty of the pair, doesn't even raise a word of complaint as I press it against her asshole and thrust in without any prep work, just parting her legs wider to allow me entry. I could use my Incubus transformation, but I can feel everything this feels so the result is the same and I kinda like this.
Camilla is going to love it.
— Next Day —
Fenrir, the big baby, took offence to me putting the harness on him so he can drag the carriage but despite his pouting and whining, he doesn't actually resist.
Lucan lectures Camilla on being careful and responsible like she hadn't been sucking his cock five minutes ago. Salonia and Anise squabble over the map and our route, even though it's a straight path to Whiterun with no real turns. Dorthe hugs me as I assure her that I'll be back soon enough, and Sigrid and Gerdur thank me for making this trip for the good of Whiterun.
I give them both a hug, openly groping their asses, which no-one even raises an eyebrow at. Nor does anyone so much as blink as I kiss them both goodbye, biting my lip and slipping them some blood. Nobody wonders why it's so foggy today, the sun blotted out by my powers.
Alvor gives me a goodbye hug as well, funnily enough repeating my actions as he cops a feel of my ass through my leather pants. As I finish packing, I watch Sigrid drag him and Gerdur off, turned on by my blood and wanting the best cock in Riverwood. Man, it took me this long to get out of tutorial village?
Well, no-one can deny that I'm leaving damn well set up for the rest of my trip. My covered carriage will let me go about in the daylight without fear. I've got… basically all the gold Lucan could spare along with a bunch of luxury goods for 'Camilla' to sell in Whiterun. Salonia will handle the actual trades and the money is mine, but it lets Lucan pretend it's still part of his business.
But Camilla holds his leash and I hold hers. His store is mine now, as is the inn that he's building as part of our 'partnership'. This is the best kind of partnership, the one where I hold all the power and my partner does whatever the fuck I tell them to. Pleasing us is his only desire, and I've introduced him to the wonders of financial domination through my new [Implanted Opinion].
If he wants anything from Camilla, he has to earn it and shower her with gold and treasures.
As I enter the back of the carriage, I smile at the sight of a certain addition. It jiggles slightly and I give it a warning glare, making it settle down. Yeah, that stupid Mimic still owes me for my clothes and I'm taking it with me until it pays up.
Also, I am fairly convinced it knocked me up so it has to pay child support. So it's coming with us and looking after my treasure. I can feed it annoying bandits or whatever else bothers us on the road.
And let's be honest. That tongue was better than any of the dicks I've had so far. It'd be a shame to leave the dumbass lurking in a cave. As long as he learns to behave himself. If not, I'll smash him up and use him for kindling.
As Fenrir starts the trek to Whiterun, I mentally curse whoever the fuck made me the Dragonborn (me, by eating the original one). I'm not built for this. I don't want to fight dragons. That's not fun. Pain sucks.
I just wanna fuck around and have fun. Why do I have to save the world? It's not even my world! Fucking bullshit.
"So, what's the plan?" Anise asks as I watch Riverwood grow further and further away.
"For now, exactly what I said I'd do. The Jarl needs to hear about Helgen and the bandit raid. I also need to talk to him about the deed to my grandfather's property," I explain softly. "From there, we'll see what we're doing. If nothing else, there'll be more business opportunities in a city than in a tiny place like Riverwood."
Plus, I have a certain asshole to murder. I can't believe Babette thought she'd need to ask me to murder Nazeem. The moment I arrived here I knew I was killing him.
And now I get a whole new family out of the deed? See, this is more my style than any silly heroism. Even if Anise is going to try to make me out to be a hero, the idea of actually fighting Alduin or fucking Miraak makes me want to cry. At least I can probably just fuck Harkon to death, he seems the type to be dumb enough to fall for it.
…Harkon.
Serana is sleeping in a coffin in Dimhollow Crypt. Which is north of Whiterun, the very direction we are currently going. Did anyone say… diablerie?
There's a sleeping Daughter of Coldharbour just waiting to be snacked on. But she's so hot… but she's so powerful…
Power or pussy. A tale as old as time. Well, no. Normally getting the power gets you the pussy but in this case the power happens to be stuck inside the pussy and I don't think I can drain it out in a way that's safe for Serana's continued existence.
Common sense says her power would help me not be turned to ash by Alduin. My pussy says 'do not kill the waifu'.
I have lived my entire life ignoring common sense and listening to my girl, and she hasn't led me wrong yet- Okay, we've had a few unexpected detours but look where she got me?
I still haven't worked out the logistics of taking over Skyrim. I can't just wander into the Blue Palace and bang Elisif's brains out with her fucking ancient vampire court magician right there.
Anise's plan to make me into a 'hero' is my best bet at gathering power and influence. Look at the game, you can become the Thane of every hold so fucking easily. The head of every major faction. While I don't know how much it transfers into my reality, having a finger in every pie would help, and with my Dominate powers, all I need to do is make sure that my thralls hold the seats that I don't want to.
Which actually brings up an important point. Are the Companions going to sniff me out the moment I arrive? How easily can they detect vampires with their werewolf senses?
Anise's illusions might be able to help, but I'd rather avoid an outright fight. Yes, because of Aela. And Farkas. Not Vilkas, I never liked him. Or the other dude, the one who dies like a bitch. Sk-something or other.
Look, if I have to mind control every Silver Hand member in Skyrim and have them burn their little clubhouse to the ground then so be it. Aela seems like she'd be a fun pet project to break and train… but not right now. I don't have the time or resources to deal with the consequences.
And I hate consequences.
Ugh, I'm going to have to play nice in Whiterun, aren't I?
I don't wanna. I wanna fuck around and murder Nazeem. And maybe bully some annoying kids. Ugggggh.
The sun is high, and travelling with a giant cloud of fog following behind would be a little… telling, so I really don't have that much to do as we make our way down the road. Fenrir is fast and doesn't tire easily, especially when I can top him up with some blood, so the trip shouldn't take as long as expected but I can't say I love the idea of sitting in the back of the carriage like a good little girl during the daytime.
Ah well, I guess I'll sleep during the day. I don't need it but the comfort of torpor remains comforting and more importantly, it won't cause me to lose my shit as I stare at the passing scenery.
"Wake me if anything interesting happens," I grumble, making a bed to lie in (with Camilla's lap as my pillow).
I'll find my fun during the night hours.
— Bonus Scene — Cicero
As he tried to drag the carriage carrying his beloved mother, he could only curse under his breath as the unmaintained roads treated his precious mother (and the wheels carrying them to their new home) so very poorly.
They were so close now, to meeting their new family! All the way from Bravil and the cruel, foolish men who'd desecrated his mothers sanctuary!
But poor Cicero was all alone now, all alone with just his silent mother for company. The Listener had died- a good death as she defended their mother's sanctuary. The fool Rasha had tried to claim he was the new listener but he didn't know the magic words so his lying tongue had had to be ripped out. Then Poor Pontius had gotten penetrated by a bandit in the streets of Cheydinhal! A bandit! Killing a member of his mother's family!
So poor Cicero was left alone to take his mother to her new home. He was honoured, of course, but with his horse dead to a troll… moving his mother all the way home was not very easy.
No, he wasn't saying his beloved, perfect mother needed to lose weight, of course! As the wheel of the carriage finally gave out, he stared in disbelief for a moment, stuck in the middle of Skyrim with a broken carriage, no horse and his mother, all cold and shivering.
His mad giggling drew the attention of a passing guard who called out to him, before pausing as he noticed Cicero's fashionable clothes, confusion passing over him.
Cicero gave him a grateful smile, as his hand reached behind his back for his beloved dagger. A gift from the last Listener! He had some… aggression to work out before he lost his temper with his honoured duty.
Moving towards the carriage, the guard realised his mistake and tried to draw his blade. Cicero stabbed him twenty-seven times before he even managed to finish pulling it out of his sheath.
Oh dear. He almost lost his cool there.
But the duty waited for no-one, and now poor Cicero had to move poor mother with a broken wheel! Was he supposed to carry her and her coffin? No, no, no. What if he dropped her?!
This wouldn't do, this wouldn't do at all.
Perhaps the nice farmer would help fix the wheel if Cicero offered shiny coins?
…and hid the body and blood from his little mishap. Yes, yes that would do it. Surely.