The Blood Countess

This is one of the chapters telling Arya's permanent change. From who she is, and who she will be. Once she experiences Molag Bol's depravity. Warning these chapters will be graphic and disturbing, reader's discretion adviced. Otherwise enjoy.

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Arya was finishing up her fun for the day. She had taken the gasping, sobbing elf. Off of the saw horse torture contraption. The elf's body had additional red lashes, and welts. From the various whips Arya tried out, finding those she liked the most. Based on the effect each had, and the purpose she wanted each to be for. Arya locked the elf into a stockade, on her knees with a bucket. In between her legs, Arya had left her. Waiting for her return with a horker's tusk stuck up her ass.

Arya retired to the baths, she heard Valerica had cleared out. The only bathing Arya had done since, arriving in Skyrim. Was in waterfalls, lakes, rivers, and creeks. The last hot bath she had was in Cyrodill. So a nice hot dip in a proper bath seemed like a splendid idea. The bathroom was pretty big, well lit by oil lamp, walls painted a nice copper color, with gold flower designs. The air smelled of lavender, in the center of the room. Was a large pool of hot water, that looked like it pumped in. Through a series of pipes, running water. Another thing she hadn't seen since Cyrodill. There were several thralls in the room, dressed in thin white togas. A few tended to the usual blood needs of the court, other seemed to be adding. Ingredients to the water, soaps, bathing salts to the water. The room also had several massaging tables around the room. Some thralls tended to Garon Morrethi and Faron Sadri. Who were getting massages. Other decorations were table cloths, on tables loaded with. Bottles of wine, silver gablets, plates of fruit, plates of various types of meats, and pitchers of blood.

Arya removed her robe and stepped up to the pool of water. Easing her leg down into the soapy water, gasping at the sudden. Hot but relaxing feeling of the water.

"Ooh yeah that's nice." Arya moaned. As she sat down in the water, that came up to her shoulders. Leaving the top of her breasts showing in the soapy, cloudy water. Arya rested her head on a pillow a thrall, placed under her head. As she rested her head on the edge of the pool. Soaking up the warmth of her first hot bath in months. Letting the salts and soaps soak into her skin. Arya closed her eyes, as she felt a gablet being pressed to her lips. Looking to see her favorite thrall behind her, giving her mistress a sip of blood. Arya took a sip and relaxed.

"I could really get use to this." Arya said. As her slave fed Arya a piece of rare horker meat.

"Get me some wine." Arya said, as she swallowed down the bite of meat.

"Yes mistress." Her slave said, and went to the table that had the wine. Arya had her eyes closed as she felt soft, moist lips on hers. Opening her eyes, Arya was greeted with the pleasant sight of Serana. Sitting in the water next to her, her hair tied up in a bun, naked as the day she was born. Their tongues danced around each other's mouths. As they shared a long, passionate kiss, Serana's hand. Gently squeezed Arya's boob, while Arya gave her ass a good squeeze. The slave came back with a bottle of wine, and two silver gablets. She poured wine into each gablet, and handed them to the Blood Countess and Lady Serana. The bitter sweet taste of wine, was much different from blood. But still a very pleasant flavor.

"I wanted to give you something to hold onto, before you start with the ritual." Serana said.

"What ritual?" Arya said.

"Becoming a daughter of coldharbor." Serana said.

"I didn't know I had to do that?" Arya said.

"You don't. But in order to solidify your right to rule. You have to be a pure blood." Serana said, "telling from experience, it's going to be the most horrible thing you ever had to do. The things Molag Bol will do to you, well let's just say. Very few survive, those who do. Are reborn as pure blood vampires." Serana said.

"Reborn, what do you mean by reborn?" Arya said.

"What happens in coldharbor changes you forever. The old you is killed off, and you're reborn a new creature." Serana said.

"Well if this has to be done, then I'm ready." Arya said.

"No you're not." Serana said, in a sympathetic way.

"Serana I've been to the soul carin, been to Sovernguard. I've done things and been places, most only visit in books." Arya said.

"Coldharbor is so much worse, nothing you do can prepare you for that place." Serana said.

"Then maybe you can prepare me." Arya said, and leaned in to kiss Serana. Serana pulled away, with a sad look.

"No, not yet. You have to keep your mind and body clean for Molag Bol." Serana said, then reached for a wash cloth. Soaked it in the water and started wash Arya's skin.

"So I'll wash your body, you wash your mind pure of all impurities." Serana said, as she washed Arya. Arya rested her head back, closing her eyes and. Meditated, clearing her mind like she did before a battle. Her slave faithfully made sure she was well fed on blood.

After the bath came something Arya never had, a massage. Serana enjoyed one as well, as Arya's faithful slave. Massaged the oils and lotions into Arya's skin. Rubbing the mixture into Arya's back, shoulders, buttocks, legs, chest, stomach, and everywhere else. The whole time Arya kept her mind free of unclean thoughts. Her undead heart raced with anticipation. A part of was considering backing out, but another part was just a little curious. She knew this curiosity, it's what always drove her to. Exploring old tombs and temples, in search of treasure, adventure, glory. Often times she found herself in peril, running through cob web infested halls. Being chased by dragurs, giant spiders, bandits, falmer or whatever lived in the tomb or cave. This curiosity was making her really anxious about finding out what awaits her. In coldharbor, no doubt she would find herself neck deep in peril, but. Like then, she'll push through it and rise victorious. May not be in one piece, but she'll be victorious. She thought as her massage went on.

After the massage, Arya was dressed in her robe and led. By Serana into the cathedral, where they met Harkon. The cathedral looked much better than before. It was clean, all the loose rubble was gone. It looked like a proper cathedral for Molag Bol. And there standing by the altar to Molag Bol. Was Valerica, dressed in a ritualistic black and red robe, with a hood. With Serana on the other side, in the same robe. Garon Morrethi and Faron Sadri were to Arya's right and left. The rest of the court stood in the center of the cathedral, watching.

"Arya Blood Countess, are you ready to become a slave to Lord Molag Bol?" Valerica said.

"Yes I am." Arya said, her eyes looking at Valerica's

"Very well. Present your right hand." Valerica said. Arya did as she was told, as Serana handed her mother. A daedric dagger, Valerica took a hold of Arya's hand. And cut her palm, dripping a few drops of blood. Into the altar, Arya watched as. A portal opened, surrounded by a daedric magic barrier. Garon and Faron took a hold of Arya's robe, and slowly pulled it off. Leaving her completely naked.

"Your crown and your court will be waiting if you return. If not then I thank you again." Valerica said.

"How long will I be gone?" Arya asked.

"That's for Lord Molag Bol to decide." Valerica said. Arya looked into the portal, her heart was ready to. Jump out of her chest and run the other way. Arya looked over at Serana, to see tears running down her face.

"I'll be back Serana." Arya said.

"I know. I'm crying because I know what awaits you in there." Serana said.

"Hurry child, don't keep Molag Bol waiting." Valerica said. Arya took a deep breath and stepped towards the portal. Stepping inside the portal, which quickly closed behind her. Sealing her inside Molag Bol's plain of oblivion, Coldharbor.

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