Chapitre 59: Bloodlet Throne (Short, 1)
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Little shorter, think of it as the prelude
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Standing up, I glanced at my first Thrall and shook my head, the Redguard woman smirking at me.
"Seems like the name isn't wrong; you really are a Sexual Thrall. Hells, you even have heightened desires!"
Although I was complaining, I moaned as Rayya pressed her lips against mine, her hands falling on my sore ass.
Our cocks rubbed together, and I had to hold back the urge to let this woman ravish me again, her dick pulsing against mine seductively.
The fact that she was still so hard, and that her balls were still so full...
"Fuck~!"
She spanked my ass again, and I glared at her, pushing her away.
"You might even be hornier than me!"
She chuckled, and I rolled my eyes as she continued to ogle my body, her eyes going to my ass as I turned slightly.
Using a restoration spell on myself, I equipped my armor, Rayya doing the same moments later.
After such an... intense, long session of getting my ass pounded, I had leveled up.
[Debauchery: 38 -> 42]
[Level 17 -> 19]
Evening out my stats at 160, I then grabbed {Dual Destruction Casting} and {Agile Defender 2/5}, which allowed me to cast a spell with two hands and strengthen that spell, and increased my Light Armor Rating by 40%, increasing my defense.
Not flashy perks, but useful, and could be life saving.
After all, I would never refuse straight stat increases, be it for offense or defense.
When I finished assigning my perks, I gave Rayya a smirk as I said "Well, let's go get some Vampires!"
With a nod, she followed behind me as we made our way south east, towards the mountains south of Helgen.
An old fort had been built there, as a way to guard one of the large passes between Skyrim and Cyrodil, but it had long since fallen, being replaced by Helgen instead.
However, it still remained, albeit in a decrepit state.
In fact...
I smirked as I recalled who the 'Master' of the fort was; Vighar, ancestor of Dengeir, Thadgeir, and Siddgeir, and a Master Vampire.
He only managed to escape the graveyard inside Falkreath because the ward stone keeping him trapped was stolen, letting the dangerous man free.
Did Dengeir, the man who knew that this happened, report it to any of the authorities? The Dawngaurd, the Legion, the Vigilants?
Nope!
Why do that?
I mean, it's ONLY a Master Vampire, capable of decimating and infecting entire Holds should they, y'know, not be dumb.
Of course, I don't yet know if the ward stone was stolen, so he may not even be there...
Either way, an Ancient Vampire was almost guaranteed to be here, as a 'Clan' needed such a strong leader to be labeled as such.
Again though, who knows if this is a real Clan or if its little more than a start up coven of a Vampire and it's Fledglings and Thralls.
So, as we scaled the snow covered paths of Southern Skyrim's Mountains, we eventually saw the Bloodlet Throne looming in the distance, the ruined fort creating an eery scene in the foggy dusk.
Giving Rayya a nod, we both approached the fort, wanting to take the outside before the sun truly fell.
While Skyrim Vampires don't burn in the sun, courtesy of their Volkihar legacy, they were still severely weakened, so few traveled in the open.
So, I wanted the opportunity to seize the outside before barricading any other exits, creating a singular entrance and exit for this fort.
I didn't want anything leaving, and unless a Pure-Blooded Volkihar Vampire was inside those walls, they wouldn't have many opportunities of escape.
Reaching the forts courtyard, I directed Rayya to help me move heavy furniture and debris in front of all the doors except the main one, before I coated them in a heavy frost.
With my understanding of Frost Magic advancing into Glacial Magic, I could easily freeze the doors shut, meaning only extreme flames would melt them.
Which Vampires didn't use, since they were insanely weak to fire.
When we finished that, Rayya and I checked our gear, the sun slowly going down below the horizon.
"Do you know any magic, Rayya?"
The Redguard was strapping on her shield when she heard my question, and she shook her head.
"Sorry, I don't know any, Mistress. I focused all my efforts on the blade."
Seeing her pat the scimitar on her waist, I nodded.
"Well, we'll change that soon; I want you to know at least some basic offensive and defensive magics, with the main one being healing. Can't have you dying on me."
That made her smirk at me.
Drawing her scimitar, she twirled the blade and said "Respectfully Mistress, shall we bet on who will perform better inside this fort?"
Piquing my interest, she continued on, making me smirk as well.
"Whoever kills more Vampires gets to top the other for the next month. I think that should be fair enough either way..."
I nodded, glancing at her supple ass.
"You like anal, don't you? I can't wait to hear you moaning as I fuck you like you did me."
Laughing, we grinned at one another before opening the door, carefully entering the Bloodlet Throne.
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