The Blood Countess

Arya moans in enjoyment as she caresses her bloody body. She proves even more, about how her time in Coldharbor changed her. As she rubs the dead husband's blood on her clit and into her pussy.

"I always liked blood, even before I was a vampire. But I never really accepted my dark side." Arya said, as she approaches the bound wife.

"Not until I went to Coldharbor, and spent four months getting raped, abused, tortured, my humanity literally torn out of me. Molag Bol degraded me in ways I can't explain, but he awakened who I truly am." Arya said. Arya walks along the side of the tied up woman, caressing her thigh. Feeling the soft, but weathered texture widow's skin, body heat, and the blood following through her veins, with her ultra sensitive vampiric sense of touch. Blood smears across the woman's skin, as Arya takes liberties with feeling her body.

"People call me the Dragonborn, but I never truly understood what that meant. I thought I was born to kill Alduin, and save the world. Now I understand completely, and after fighting for Ulfric Stormcloak, and seeing the racist, bigotry of his ways. Then witnessing and experiencing how the Thalmor work, and fighting the countless bandits and monsters in Skyrim. I slayed Alduin not to just save the world, but to also prove my worthiness to rule the dragons and the world too. And if anyone stands in my way." Arya said, as her hand stops and rests on the woman's breast. Arya leans down and looks into the wife's scared eyes.

"I will crush them." Arya said, as her hand slowly squeezes the wife's boob. A wicked smile forms on Arya's face, once the woman start screaming in pain. As vampire claws dig into her breast, blood runs down the sides of the boob, that's caught in Arya's vice like grip. Ear piercing screams fill the cabin, as the woman starts killing her legs, the ropes on her ankles tighten as she pulls against them. Skin starts to squeeze out from between Arya's fingers, as her grip slowly tightens on the soft, fleshy mound in her hand. Arya laughs as the woman's screams get louder and more agonizing. Finally the breast starts to rip away from the woman's body, as Arya slowly pulls on it. Then in one jerk of her wrist, Arya rips the boob off. Blood flows from the wound, as Arya can see one of the woman's ribs inside the gaping, bloody hole on the widow's chest. Arya admires the wound, like an artist would admires his work. Then she brings the squished, blood dripping boob to her mouth. Arya catches a few drops of blood on her tongue, before she bites into it. The woman watches in terror, pain, and disgust as the Dragonborn starts eating her breast.

"People think that vampires just drink blood, but they're wrong. I can't tell you how many times. I walked into a vampire lair, and found dinner plates covered with piles of human bones. With bloody flesh still clinging to them. Yes vampires' main focus is blood, but we don't like seeing a perfectly good body go to waste." Arya said, as she feast on the woman's breast, while having a conversation with her, about why she's eating her. Arya slurps down the last bite of boob, and licks her fingers, like the blood was barbecue sauce or something. Arya walks over to the fireplace and grabs a log, that was sticking halfway out of the fire. She brings up the log, with flames dancing on one end. Arya walks back to the bound wife, with the burning log in one hand. The woman looks at the log with fear, wondering if the legendary Dragonborn was going to burn her alive. Arya blows out the flames, and brings the smoldering hot log down. Screams fill the cabin, as the woman's flesh begins to sizzle, as Arya carterizes the wound. Arya enjoys the screams, but she doesn't like the reasons why the woman is screaming. Arya tosses the log back into the fireplace.

"I was thinking about turning you, but you're too weak. I can't have any weaklings in my army. I've done the same thing to Lydia whenever she got wounded in battle. The only thing she did was groan a little. Unlike you, screaming like a little bitch! Lydia screams like a bitch too, when she getting fucked. Which is perfectly fine, but when you're being treated for a wound it shows weakness." Arya said, as she looks at the woman with a disapproving look. Arya climbs up on the bed with the widow.

"So I'll just kill you." Arya said, as her clit quickly extends to form her pink, veiny, hard horse cock.

"But that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun, before you die." Arya said, as she drives her cock all the way in the widow's pussy, with one swift jab. Arya moans as she feels the woman's warm pussy wrapped around her cock. The woman's midsection bows upward, as the skin around her stomach bulges out, from the sheer size of Arya's cock, and the force that she uses, to penetrate all the way inside the uterus, and stretching the back wall up into the woman's abdomin. Arya gives the woman's body no time to get use to what happened, or her already fragile human mind to comprehend the agony. The vampire Dragonborn just starts pulling out and plowing back in. Every time Arya plunges into the woman's pussy, the screaming woman's belly bulges out, and her midsection bows. The same force used on Lydia, 12 hours earlier. Is used to fuck the helpless widow, but Arya's seen Lydia take multiple orc cocks at once, and enjoyed every agonizing second of it.

The memory of letting a war party of orcs, capture and rape them repeatedly. Then killing them once her and Lydia were satisfied. While the orcs were exhausted from the gang rape, was memory that always made Arya extremely horny. Arya and her favorite housecarl often did something like that. It was a welcome change to the usual fighting and exploring. But the only time that was the most erotic and fun for both women, was the orc war party. The size of their cocks, power, brutality, and stamina had them cumming the entire time. After killing the orcs, walking away with holes fucked so well they were sore for days, bodies covered in bruises, cum, and blood from the fight, disheveled hair, and butt naked while carrying their armor and weapons. Lydia had made a suggestion that next time, they should let trolls rape them. Arya thought about, but the two women never got around to it.

The memory of that extremely erotic moment, that Arya was lost in. Had her literally impaling the crying, screaming woman. Blood drips from her pussy as Arya's cock rips through the wall of the woman's uterus, goes into her insides. The new warm, very slimy feeling brings Arya out of her memories. Arya opens her eyes and looks down to see her cock sliding in and out of a bloody pussy. Arya's eyes look at the woman's eyes, as a wicked grin spreads across Arya's face.

"That's a new feeling. I kind of like it." Arya said, as she moves her cock in and out of the woman's warm, slimy guts. Arya remembers the things Molag Bol did with with his cock. She's curious if she can do the same thing. Arya remembers the thorns that covered the entire length of Molag Bol's cock. Suddenly the same thorns extend over the whole length of Arya's horse cock. The woman screams louder as the thorns peirce the walls of her pussy, causing more blood to come out. Arya smiles and moans as she looks down at the woman's watery eyes. Arya breaks the ropes on the woman's wrists, and pins her hands down on the bed. Despite the agonizing torture to her insides, the woman's bloody pussy juice gushes out. Cries of ecstasy mix with screams of pain. The thorns on the head of Arya's cock, poke through the woman's belly, as the Dragonborn pushes deeper into the crying woman's cunt. With only her hips thrusting back and forth, Arya fucks the screaming, crying widow. Arya whimpers as her thrusts get harder and faster, as her arousal builds. Until she coats the woman's insides with cum. Arya pulls out of the woman's gaping, ruined pussy. Using her vampiric senses to see if there is any serious internal damage. Once Arya knows the woman's insides aren't too badly damaged, and she will live. Arya knocks the woman out with a punch to the temple. Then breaks the ropes on her ankles, and tosses the woman over her shoulder. As Arya carries the woman to the front door, she picks up a bottle of brandy from a table. And breaks off the neck, and starts pouring it over the floor, furniture, and dead husband's body. Arya peeks outside and sees that the sun was down. She steps out of the cabin, and uses a fire shout to light the brandy. Flames quickly engulf everything inside the house, including Arya's ruined armor.

Shadowmere is munching on some hay, as Arya walk to him, butt naked with her Lydia's dinner over her shoulder. Arya ties the unconscious woman to her horse's back, behind the saddle. Then Arya mounts up, and kicks Shadowmere into a gallop. Just as the flames start burning through the roof of the house. Before the guard down the road, comes to investigate the burning house. Arya leaves the scene and heads the opposite way. Not that Arya was worried about the guard, she could handle an army of guards, blindfolded. She just didn't want to have to attack the guard, and risk bringing unwanted trouble to her plans.

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Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. I've got a lot on my plate right now.

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