The Blood Countess

Continuation of the previous chapter. Be advised these chapters contain some pretty graphic, horrible stuff. So unless the content doesn't bother you, or you're into these sort of things. Then don't read on. To everyone else, enjoy. Also I have no idea what coldharbor looks like, I'm just going off my own imagination.

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Arya looked behind her to find the way back was sealed. There was no turning back, she was well and truly committed on the. Path of becoming a daughter of coldharbor. Arya looked around at the plain of oblivion. That was going to be her new, home for a while. It was vast, a huge realm that probably dwarfed the soul carin. The look was much more sinister, than the soul carin as well. The sky was over cast with dark red clouds, the air smelled thick with blood and flesh. Looking down at the floor as it felt moist and squishy under her bare feet. The floor was covered, no made of wet, bloody patches of skin and flesh. The area around her was littered with skinned corpses impaled on spikes and spears. Severed heads decorated the bottom of the spears. Some were skinned, others in various stages of. Decomposition, Arya walked further on ahead. Every where she looked there were dead bodies, mutilated beyond recognition. Some impaled others were not, it was all like some bizarre, disturbing decoration. Only a daedric lord would like, walking further on. She came to a river of blood, even Arya had been fed. The thick aroma of blood, was igniting her thirst. On the other side of the river, sat a massive wall. With mutilated bodies decorating the stone wall. Arya waited into the river, which came up to her waist. The current nearly toppled her over, head first into the crimson torrent. Steadying herself with her hands on some rocks. That weren't rocks at all, but were piles of bones. Cemented to the ground, by the fleshy concrete holding them in place. Arya crawled out of the river, covered from. Shoulder to toe in blood, Arya looked at her hands. Glistening wet with fresh blood, licking her lips. Trying to fight the erge to lick her fingers clean. Arya pushed on onto the banks. It was here that she was greeted with crying, weeping, multiple, bodies. Tortured beyond recognition, but still alive and able to voice their anguish. Cemented to the ground and walls, by flesh. Arya's heart sank at the sight before her. Is this what awaits her inside the walls? She could feel a shred of panic coming up, but she swallowed it back down. Proudly straightening her posture, as she stepped into the gates. That closed and locked behind her. Inside she was greeted by two daedra warriors, in daedric armor. They smiled at her with wicked, evil, demonic hunger. As they walked around her, checking out every. Curve, crevice, bump and and fold of her female body. Still glistening with moist blood, from crossing the river.

"Another vampire comes to seek our lord's blessing, as a daughter of coldharbor. Not many survive the process, you've seen the fate of those. Who weren't strong enough to survive Lord Molag Bol's enjoyment." The warrior to her left said, "but I sense a certain power in you. You're not like most who've come here."

The warriors bound her hands in chains, and put a metallic, enchanted collar around her neck.

"Lord Molag Bol will see you now." The warrior said, as the two led her. Out of the courtyard and into the main castle. Inside there was much less gore laying about, but the aroma of blood still lingered. Maybe because a large Molag Bol altar, like the one back at Castle Volkihar only much bigger. Sat in the middle of the main hall. Arya was led before a throne, where Molag Bol sat. Reclining back in his throne like she had seen, so many jarls do. Arya was forced to her knees.

"Leave us." Molag Bol said, in a voice of pure, manifested evil and domination. The warrior did as they were told, without question.

"Arya Lionheart, the Dragonborn. I've been watching you ever since. You absorbed that first dragon soul. Watched as you claimed your victory in so many battles. Seen the gleam in your eyes, as blood dripped from your blade. You have desired for so many months, I was disappointed when you. Joined Hircine and became a wolf. But still I watched, fantasized as you moved in that ancient nord armor. Claiming life after life, seizing your power." Molag Bol said, as he got up. Arya gasped at the sight of him. He was massive, standing tall, dwarfing any of the trolls and bears. She fought in the past. His skin was metallic, dark red color, it also stretched tightly. Over his bulging muscles, she could see every fiber as his skin stretched across them. His shoulders were broader than all the muscle bound nord warriors of Skyrim. His face powerful looking, with very well chiseled. Cheekbones, jawline and a pointed hook nose. His eyes were black as night, his lips curled into a hungry smile. Baring a set of pointy, blood stained teeth and long fangs. He was dressed in a black cape, that dragged behind him. His hips and legs were covered by a dragon scale kelt. His feet were like the hooves on an ox. He approached her looking down at her.

"Then came the day when drank from Harkon's wrist, becoming what you were always meant to become. I rejoiced in my own way, as I watched you end his foolish plan. Rooted for you when you took him on, in combat. Again I watched with what I can describe as true lustful love. As your body jumped, flipped and moved in that armor. My lust grew when you took on your vampire lord form. I released as you took his life. You took your crown, but in order to truly claim it. You needed to come here, to me." He said, as he kelt down with his face inches from hers. His eyes locked onto hers.

"And here you are, my love. To claim that which is truly yours. To purify your blood of Harkon's vanity, and become a true vampire. The empress of my realm in the realm of mortals, to rule the underworld as empress in the physical realm, and queen of mine." He said, as he licked her lips. His tongue slithering out like a snake, and sliding down her throat. Tasting many different flavors of blood on his tongue. Arya nearly gagged, as he pulled his tongue back out.

"Valerica and her beautiful daughter are daughters of coldharbor. You will be much more, my love. You will be a Queen of Coldharbor, becoming more than just a pure blood vampire. You will be a goddess among the vampires. You already have the blood of a god since birth. And since birth you've driven my lust mad, and now that you're here. To consummate this union, I give you the body of a goddess." He said, as he unbuckled his kelt and let it drop. Arya's eyes grew wide when she saw his cock. Rock hard red shaft as thick and long as a horse. The horse like head as a brighter red than the shaft, she could see every vein. Pulse with daedric lord blood.

"Let's consummate this union." He said, as picked her up and. Violently impaled her on his dick, Arya screamed so loud. It felt like she was losing her virginity all over again, to a horse this time. The cock thrusted deep into her womb, making her stomach bulge out. Around the massive meaty shaft. Holding her in his hands like a doll, moving her body up and down. On his monstrous dick, Arya kept screaming. As her pussy, womb and insides moved and stretched. To accommodate the massive cock, violently moving inside her.

"Don't fear. You're a vampire your body can handle so much more. Than the human weaklings who seek my blessing." Molag Bol said. As he started thrusting into her body, as he brought her down. On his cock, blood dripped down his shaft. As he violated her body, Arya wailed loud. Her brain overflowed with pain, there was no pleasure in this. Just total pain as the monster cock slammed into her. With now wet slaps, as blood ran down her thighs. Dripping off her feet and onto the stone floor. Her feet dangled over the floor, swinging loosely with each thrust. That felt like a battering ram to a fortress door, to her body. Her cries became long wails of pain, with tears streaming down her cheeks. Molag Bol brought Arya to his devilish face, slithering his tongue. Into her gaping, wailing mouth, sliding all the way down to. Her stomach, he could feel his cock through her stomach walls, moving in and out. Arya's wailing became choking and gagging sounds. As his tongue move in and out, then suddenly thickening. Arya felt like she was going to choke to death, as the phallic shaped tongue. Fucked her throat, choking up thick ropes of spit. And when she thought her suffering couldn't get any worse. Molag Bol's tail snuck around behind her. She didn't see the pointed tip of the thick tail, aiming for her asshole. Molag Bol spread her ass cheeks, while he kept fucking her. Arya wailed louder as she felt her ass being violently stretched. As the thick, pointed, barbed tail penetrated her ass, with absolutely no care. For her comfort or health, the tail kept moving up. Her tight rear entrance, pushing passed her sphincter and into her colon. The tail could move and flex like a tentacle, easily moving through her insides. It didn't stop until it was well into her large intestine and entered her small intestine. Then it pulled almost all the way out, Arya's bugged out. As the tail moved back in, all the way up to where it was. Arya had lost all control of her body, as she just hung. Limp in Molag Bol's hands. Her ass cradled in his hands, his claws digging into the flesh of her ass cheeks. Drawing more blood, that mixed with the blood. From her pussy and now her ass. Spit and blood vomit from this morning's feeding. Was dribbling from her chin and running down the front of her body. Dripping on the floor, mixing with her blood on the floor. Molag Bol grunted loudly as he took pleasure from her pain. Loving the feeling of her wet, cool insides as violated her body. In ways that would kill a normal human.

Molag Bol pulled his tongue out of her mouth, Arya violently vomited out more of bloody breakfast. All over herself and on the floor, she was now free to wail. As her holes were fucked to a pulp, Arya could feel her strength beginning to fade. She didn't want to die here, and spend the rest of eternity being tortured to nothing. She refused to die here, she would find strength. Some where deep inside her. Suddenly Molag Bol pulled her off his dick, and removed his tail. From her ass and dropped her to the floor. Arya sobbed as her holes layed stretched out, bloody and ruined. Her body shaking from the onslaught of painful rape. To her body, that she knew was far from over.

Molag Bol grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the his giant. Shrine, that all the blood shed in his name flowed into.

"Drink up my whore, we're just getting started." He said, with a evil laugh. As he dunked her head into the pool of blood. Arya wasted no time gulping down mouthfuls, relieved to feel her strength returning. Molag Bol pulled her up by her hair, so she could breathe. Then he dunked her head back in. He looked down at her bleeding pussy and asshole. That he could see were beginning to heal a little bit at a time. He took a long look at her gaping, bleeding asshole. Lined up his rock hard cock, and rammed the giant. Tube steak deep inside her ass, Arya screamed bubbles. Into the pool of blood, as she felt that cock. Rip her ass open, she sucked in a mouthful of blood. As she gasped for air, to scream so more. Molag Bol pulled her up, as she choked and coughed up blood. He let her head rest on the edge of the fountain, as he fucked her ass. Doggy style jack hammering into her bowels. Arya cried out some more, as she was ass raped again. This time by his much bigger cock. This was the worst torture she ever experienced. Letting her pussy heal, while he further ruined her asshole. Her strength was back, so was her awareness of the situation. Molag Bol swatted her ass with his big, clawed hands. Making her scream louder, as his claws left behind. Bloody lash marks on her ass cheeks. He watched with sadistic curiosity, as her asshole. Would move in and out with his cock. Pulling his cock out, to find her red, fleshy anus extruding from her pucker. Molag Bol picked her up and brought the appetizing rosebud. To his mouth, his serpent tongue wiggled up through her anus. Tasting her cool, moist, sweet insides. Arya cried as she felt his teeth bite into her asshole. Molag Bol put her down and dunked her head. Back into the blood, pushing her anus back in. With his fingers and waiting a bit. As the blood healed her body some. Then he rammed his cock back into Arya. Bringing her up and walking over to his throne. With Arya being moved up and down his dick. He sat down on his throne, with her on his dick. Forced to ride Molag Bol reverse style, sitting on his cock. Molag Bol took one her perfect, teardrop shaped, firm tits in each hand. Using them to hold onto while he drives her up and down. Arya continues to cry and wail, which gets louder. As Molag Bol digs his nails into her tits. Drawing more blood from his lover. Moaning loud as he feels his cock move inside her cool, moist, soft asshole. Bringing him closer to his long awaited orgasm, that nobody. Since Serana had given him.

Molag Bol moved his hand down to her clit and began playing with it. Arya cried as her ass was ridden to no return. Until her next drink of blood anyway. Her hips began to move against the claw tipped fingers, teasing her clit. Was she starting to like this, or was just his. Skilled fingers working her clit. She cried our again as his fingers, went inside her pussy. His claws finding her g-spot. Teasing it as he drove his cock hard and deep into her ass. One hand almost about to rip her tit off. Arya found herself in a sea mixed with pain and ever growing pleasure. Molag Bol licked along her neck, savoring her taste on his tongue. Blood dripped from Arya's pussy. As his claws dug into her g-spot. Arya couldn't believe her body was liking this, how could the body. She's trusted all these years in battle and love, betray her like this. Molag Bol grinned as she started riding his fingers. Which also made her ride his cock. Arya thrusted her head back, screaming in agony and pleasure. Trying her hardest to fight off the pleasure, that continued to rise. Molag Bol pulled her closer and sunk his fangs, into her neck. Dragon blood flowed into his mouth, overwhelming the daedric prince's senses. Making him drive harder and deeper into Arya's ass. While his fingers dug deep into her g-spot. Pushing Arya head over heels into wave and intense wave of orgasms. Gushing pussy juice and blood all over his hand. And down his arm, Molag Bol drove his cock hard and deep. On last time, as he came. Filling her bowels up with his demonic seed. Holding his dick deep inside her, as she continued to gush juices. Down his knees and onto the floor. Arya couldn't even cry out as the mix of feelings, crowded her senses. His cum kept blasting her insides. Until her bowels couldn't contain, the flow anymore. And it over flowed into her stomach. Which started to swell from the volume of cum. Quickly filling her stomach. Molag pushed harder, grunting his effort. Yelling loud as he continued cumming into the Dragonborn. Molag Bol stopped drinking her blood, he didn't want to kill her before. The real fun began. The torrent of cum over flowed from her pregnant looking stomach. Finally it came out from her mouth. As she rode out the last of her orgasm. Demonic cum flowed down the sides of her face. Down her tits, over her swollen belly. Mixing with the pussy cum and blood from her cunt. As Molag Bol pulled his fingers out. Bringing them to his mouth and licking her juices from his fingers. Then looking down at his exhausted love toy. Looking at her in the twisted, perverted, demented look of love. Only a daedric lord could. His still hard cock, lodged in her ass.

"That was only the beginning my whore." Molag Bol said. Arya didn't say anything, she just thought. How much more of this can I take? How long until I die from this, or my mind completely breaks down? How long does he plan on keeping me here?

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That's it for this chapter, hope you all liked it. There's more to come, and it gets pretty interesting in the realm of coldharbor.