The Blood Countess

Arya slowly opened her eyes, to find herself laying on Serana's bed. On top of the covers, without a stitch of clothing on. She rolled over onto her back, stretched her arms above het head. Moaning in delight as she felt her muscles stretch. She sat up, remembering the events last night or actually day. The first vampire party she'd ever been to. She didn't get a chance to see how the party went. Because her and Serana found themselves in her room. Engaging in the most erotic, satisfying, kinkiest lesbian experience of her life. She remembered the things Serana and her, did with each other and to each other. Arya looked down at her naked body, for any signs. Of their night together that would definitely leave marks. Examining her body, Arya found absolutely no sign. Her skin was back to its unblemished, pale state, besides her past scars. Her body was still in very good condition.

"What I tell ya. Wounds are all healed, minor wounds compared to what you got. While searching for Ariel's bow." Serana said, from the doorway of her room. Standing in the dimly lit foyer of the room. Arya being a vampire had no trouble seeing all of her flawless features. Angelic but deadly beauty, a youthful, but mature, slender yet, curvy body. Wrapped in a sheer white lace robe. Even in the dim light, Arya could see. The robe left very little to the imagination. It wasn't just sheer, it was practically transparent. Serana stepped into the light and sat down. On the bed next to Arya, Serana held a turquoise painted cup of blood in her hand. Taking a drink like it was hot tea or something mortals would find normal. Normal no longer seemed like an option for Arya, what is normal anyway? She asked herself, even in the companions. Normal consisted of transforming into a werewolf, hunting people down, and ripping their hearts out. That she chow down on, like they were her first meal in weeks. Normal for Arya also consisted in going to Sovernguard and fighting Alduin. Arya's life definitely wasn't normal, even by an adventurer's standards. So if drinking blood like tea or wine, was going to be a new norm, then so be it. Arya had already developed a liking to it. Smiling as Serana put the cup to her lips. Letting the rich, bitter sweet liquid of life itself. Wash over her tongue, and down her gullet, to het stomach. Igniting a fire in her sleepy nerves, but not in the same way as yesterday. Instead of a raw, animal lust coming over her. She felt a wave of energy washing through her body. Awakening her senses, her brain, even her spirit.

"Blood sure does have strange effects on me." Arya said.

"Not just you, Arya. With your sexual desires satisfied. Blood now serves as nourishment, for the whole being." Serana said. As she took another drink. "Blood can be whatever you need it to be. It nourishes all of our needs, while focusing on those we need the most. Yesterday, apparently you needed release from some pent up sexual tension." Serana said. Arya laughed lightly at the irony of Serana's words.

"You and me both." Arya said.

"Well a couple thousand years entombed in a crypt will do that to you." Serana said, with a smile. Arya crawled off the bed, Serana looking up at her. And handing her the cup again, Arya gladly accepted. Taking a long drink, swallowing and giving the cup back. Serana kept looking at Arya, as if she was waiting on something. Arya smirked and leaned down, kissing Serana. Who's hands slid around Arya's hips, squeezing Arya's buttocks. The passion was as strong as before, but less animal like. Parting the kiss, Arya ran her fingers through Serana's soft hair. Giving her lips one last peck.

"I'm probably needed in the castle." Arya said, with disappointment in her voice. As she pulled away from Serana. Arya picked up her dress, corset, and other things. Scattered around the room. Stopping and looking at the corset and it's design brought, an idea to Arya.

"I wonder if today will bring another adventure?" Arya said.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." Serana said, as Arya walked out of the room.



Arya stood in her bed chamber, looking at her ancient nord armor. As it layed on the table, next to her sword. For some reason, putting her old armor back on felt strange. Like she'd be putting on old, dirty clothes on a clean body. How could she wear her old armor, when so much about herself had changed. She's still the Dragonborn and all, but she wasn't old self anymore. Another issue though, it was her only means of clothing. A side from the evening gown, which wouldn't fit in with everyday wear. She had to wear something, she couldn't go around naked. Like she had since leaving Serana's room, earlier. But recently being naked, felt right, natural. Like growing into her vampirism, was erasing her human. Need to cover up, in the past. Wearing clothes was more than just concealment from the elements. It was also an automatic, deep seeded, need to hide any vurniability. Now all that was quickly going away. Arya was changing, even more so now that she. Wasn't distracted by the quest of stopping Harkon. Her very steamy, very taboo night with Serana was a first. She had dabbled with S & M before. But last night was different, she not only willingly participated. She loved every second of it. Arya was letting go of things considered taboos. By 'civilized' society, things people only dream about.



Arya put the ancient nord armor in the woredrobe next to the coffin. She found a robe very similar to Serana's, except it was black. The floor of the room was still littered with dirt. That occasionally fell from the ceiling, so she put on a pair of slippers. She found in the woredrobe. To protect her feet from any bigger debris, as she walked passed the cage in the corner. The cool air of the castle, moving over her bare skin. Through the thin, transparent, black lacy robe. Felt fingertips caressing her vampiric sensitive skin. Being a vampire definitely had its perks. Every sense heightened, sharpened. Her sight so acute to every detail of the vampires and the structures she passed. Her hearing picking up every breath and sound around her. Her taste buds could taste every flavor on the wind. Her sense of touch, felt every move of the air. On her skin, Arya felt acutely part of nature and all its wonders. She was eager to explore this new, heightened, exciting existence.

Arya had taken the corset and paladins to Hestla the blacksmith of Castle Volkihar. And explained what she was looking for, in terms of new. Sets of armor for the court, Arya already had plans for her new kingdom. For example; every great kingdom needed a great army. An army needed armor, for both male and female soldiers. Arya also took in consideration that the army, needed different types of soldiers. Infantry, archers, mages, scouts, and above all knights. Each required a different set of equipment for their jobs. Having spent time in the stormcloak army. Arya had learned what an army needed, and what could be improved. She couldn't train the stormcloaks to her liking, but her new army. She had great plans to make it, the most elite army Tameriel had ever seen.

Arya discussed plans for the army with Fura Bloodmouth. She seemed more than well suited for Arya's general. Being harbinger of the companions, Arya knew what she wanted in her knights. The most elite force in the army, the court's most powerful weapon.

"Aww yes I like your ideas Milady. We will create a most powerful military force." Fura said, sounding very excited, "who shall we recruit?"

"I have a few people in mind. They'll have to be turned first." Arya said.

"Vingalmo may not be pleased with that. He's always preferred to stick to the tradition of, watching the stars." Fura said, "me on the other hand. I don't care for superstition, just tell me who needs killing."

Arya liked Fura already, her bloodlust in battle matched her own.

"I'm Lord of this castle, he'll like my plans one way or another." Arya said.

"Of course Milady." Fura said, with a smirk. Garon Morrethi, came into the armory with a look of urgency in his vampiric elven grey eyes.

"Blood Countess, Lady Valerica wishes to speak with you." He said.

"Speak with you later, Fura." Arya said, as she left with Garon. Garon led her to balcony over looking the main hall. Excusing himself as he left the two vampiress alone. Valerica was looking much more nourished than she did yesterday. The vampiric color in her cheeks had returned, and she was looking timelessly beautiful. Looking like a maturer version of Serana, wearing a black silky. Dress with very thin shoulder straps, leaving her shoulders and arms bare. The dress was long and concealed her legs. That were crossed in a lady-like manner, under the thin, black silk. The front of the dress cut in a wide V shape. To show her cleavage, no covering on her arms. Her dark hair tied in its usual fashion. Sipping a chalice of blood, she gestured to the chair next to her. Arya took her seat, as Valerica snapped her fingers. The thrall standing behind her, stepped forward. Dripping blood into a chalice from her wrist. Arya looked at the young thrall, and noticed it was the bard from the party. Arya crossed her legs as the chalice was handed to her. The thrall bowed and returned to her place, behind Valerica.

Arya sipped the beverage, relaxing as it flowed into her stomach.

"I understand you've been busy. Already making plans and putting them into effect." Valerica said.

"Yes. If you don't mind me saying. When I first walked into this castle. I was amazed at its size, but also appalled at its current state." Arya said.

"Yes, Harkon really let this place go. Too obsessed with his desire for domination, to maintain his house." Valerica said.

"Yes. I'm not that way. I don't wish for domination like he did." Arya said, as she took another drink.

"What do you wish for, other than my daughter's affections?" Valerica said, also taking a drink, placing the chalice on a small table to left.

"Don't get me wrong, I want riches, and the idea of being a ruler always appealed to me. Mostly though I desire comfort." Arya said, "I didn't come from royalty. I grew up an orphan in Cyrodill. Learn to survive on my own, often I had to fight for my next meal. So I grew up tough, learn how to use a sword. Then used it to earn gold." Arya said, Valerica just listened.

"Made enough to eat, pay for mead, and a bed for the night. Never had a home, really. Slept in tents, caves, inns, wherever I could lay my head." Arya said, starring off at the hall, as she went on.

"When things grew too complicated in Cyrodill, I rode for Skyrim, my ancestral homeland. Only to find it, even more complicated. I got caught up in an imperial ambush, on a squad of stormcloaks. Ended up arrested, my horse was killed by a stray arrow. The soldiers stole my armor, weapons and gold. I found myself in a carriage, my hands ties behind my back, wearing nothing but rags. In the frigid climate of skyrim. The rest is history from there." Arya said.

"My word child. You've had a hard start, I see where your strength comes from. I also see what you want. To never go back to wearing rags, cold, hungry, and defenseless." Valerica said, with an understanding tone.

"I sense you've also put others' before your own many times. Sometimes having to go without. You're a survivor, but you're not selfish." Valerica said.

"Is that way you're building an army?" She said.

"Part of the reason. The other is things in Tameriel are about to get worse." Arya said.

"How so?" Valerica asked.

"You know about the Thalmor, right?" Arya said, as she took a drink.

"The high elves of the aldemeri dominon?" Valerica said.

"Yes, well they've outlawed the worship of Talos. They've kidnapped, murdered, and tortured hundreds of people. Across Tameriel, Hammerfell has begun a rebellion against them, soon Skyrim will too. Especially now that the Empire no longer has a foot in Skyrim." Arya said.

"And you wish to fight them?" Valerica said.

"No. To defend ourselves against them." Arya said, "Castle Volkihar maybe separated from Skyrim, but still. It's a matter of time, before they come knocking on our gates."

"Aww I see. Then we must prepare ourselves and our borders." Valerica said, "but I no experience with defense strategies of this sort. But you seem like you do, so what's your plan?" Valerica said.

"Build an effective force for one. But first expand our borders to the northern beaches of Skyrim. It isn't part of any of the holds, often it's a haven for bandits, pirates, lesser vampires, and the Thalmor at Northwatch keep." Arya said. "So I'm thinking about storming that fort, take it over and build it up. Any survivors of the elves' torture, we'll set free or give them the choice of joining us."

"Why not make then our thralls?" Valerica said, curious to hear Arya's ideas on this.

"No, because if we set them free. Then they'll go and spread word about our deeds. Telling Skyrim that the vampires of Castle Volkihar, are heroes rather than monsters. Like our dieseased cousins, in the caves." Arya said, Valerica smiled at this plan.

"So your plan isn't to dominate Skyrim, but to a line ourselves with them." Valerica said.

"Yes as far as their government and people are concerned." Arya said.

"How will we feed, if our prey are our allies?" Valerica said.

"Skyrim is full of bandits, witches, and other undesirables we can fees on them."Arya said.

"Further proving our worth as allies, by ridding the land of its filth." Valerica said, "very clever Arya. Dominate and control the mortals by using their values and morals." She said, with a smile.

Arya smiled at the cleverness of her own plan, with Valerica's approval it felt even better.

"In the meantime I will see to getting this castle back in order." Valerica said, "it was very nice talking to you Arya. I feel under your guidance our court will more than thrive." Valerica said.

"Go now, pit your plans into action." She said, to Arya. Who finished her drink and headed back to the armory.



The new armor was ready, hanging neatly on a manoquin. The first piece was a padded, polished ebony chainmail figure fitting shirt, that covered her arms all the way to her hands. The front was left open to show cleavage. The next was the polished ebony breastplate, that looked and functioned. Like the corset from the evening gown. The corset breastplate, also haf a pairs of tight leather pants. Then came the polished ebony, paladins and gauntlets. The paladins fastened to her shoulders, with black leather straps. A black leather, upper chest piece. Fastened around her neck, and covered her upper back. Leaving just an opening for her bulging cleavage. The ebony gauntlets strapped to her forearms. The last pieces were a pair of, thigh high ebony greaves, with four inch heeled boots for riding horseback. The only skin showing was her face and cleavage. The black leather clawed vampire gloves and cape finished the set.

"I'm almost done crafting your helmet." Hestla said in her thick nordic accent. As she worked the ebony into shape, with her hammer.

"Mmm very nice." Serana said, in a flirtatious mannet, her hands on her hips. Arya looked at Serana, as she entered the room. Clothed in what looked like a light armor version of Arya's. Made from shiny black leather, the armor skulpt Serana's body so well. It looked like her second skin.

"I call that armor set, lustmord. All magic users use the black set. Archers will use a red and black." Hestla said. "Yours is the heavy lustmord armor, unlike most heavy armors, that make noise. The lustmord is designed so none of the pieces make noise. Also it will not restrict your movement." Hestla said. Arya tested this out by moving her arms. Like she would in sword combat. Then doing kicks, bending down, squatting to find out. Sure enough she could move as freely as if she was naked. And with absolutely no noise, adding more stealth to her already high stealth skill.

"So what's the plan?" Serana said.

"It's a new beginning, starting with Northwatch keep." Arya said. With the glow of the forge, illuminating her features. Serana looking at her with a smile.

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That's a wrap. Hope you all like it.