The Blood Countess

Arya's eyes never looked so distant as they do now. With a giant size dick, belonging to a daedric lord. Practically permanently lodged up her ass. Molag Bol seemed to favor that hole for the time being. A time of which she lost track of. She didn't know if it had been hours or days. Time didn't have much meaning in the realm of Molag Bol. All she knew is her asshole never got a moments rest. Molag Bol had a way of making anal sex a real pain. His dick alone was torture enough, but the way he used it. Alternating between jack hammering into her bowels, and using very long, slow motions. Every so often he would change positions. From backwards sitting on his cock, while he sat in his throne. To doggy style on in various areas of his chamber. Cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, pile driver and more. With the length and width of his cock, he did so without ever pulling out. Arya's vampiric body being able to regenerate so efficiently. Her asshole never grew numb or insensitive to the constant leg size cock inside her. Plus having a never ending supply of fresh blood, from his fountain. She never ran out of energy or strength. Molag Bol also had an endless supply of cum in his balls. That he unloaded into her, topping off what was already in her. Her swelled up belly never shrunk, and torrents of cum. Would overflowe from her mouth. Leaving a constant mixed flavor of blood and cum in her mouth. Molag Bol would wrap his massive hands around her neck, choking her. Then slapping her face, tits or ass. Or grabbing her disheveled hair and using it like reins as he rode her. Sometimes he would feed from her, drinking her dragon blood. Which only added to his already unbelievable strength and stamina. Arya's mind and body was swimming in feeling and sensations, she didn't know if they were. Pain, pleasure, dredd, acceptance, fear, longing, love or lust. She had long lost control of her body, to find herself cumming every so often. The orgasms were always long, really intense, sending her into fits of. Thrashing, kicking, screaming, crying, drooling, and wailing. Each one left her shaking, gasping for breath, head spinning and tingling all over. All the while Molag Bol never let up. Riding her through her gushing orgasms. At first the wave of orgasms was mind blowing amazing, but after a while. She was crying, screaming, weeping and wailing for them to stop. And it was all far from over.

Molag Bol ejaculated one more time into his new favorite pet. The flow of cum serge through her insides and out her mouth. While she was sent into yet another violent wave of orgasms. Choking and gagging on the loads of cum, spewing from her mouth. Her large, teardrop shaped tits bounced and jerked violently as her body thrashed and kicked. Molag Bol had been standing up, and moving her body up and down. On his cock when they came. With his cock standing straight as a pine tree. He let his hands fall from her body. Leaving her impaled on his dick. While she kept cumming, spraying the floor with her juices. Went the river of cum had finally stopped, spilling from her mouth. Molag Bol walked over, with her impaled on his cock. Kicking, thrashing and screaming for the orgasm to end. He walked with on his cock, over to the blood fountain and. Pushed her off his dick and into the fountain. Arya lands with a splash, plummeting to the bottom of the four foot deep pool of blood. Still in the midst of her orgasm. Her juices mix with the blood, while she. Sucks down blood with each scream. Thrashing around at the bottom of the pool. As her orgasm starts to ware off, leaving her shaking at the bottom. Her strength returning from the amount of blood she's drinking down. Molag Bol decides to let her drink her fill to, recover her strength. For his next series of depraved plans for her.

Arya pulls herself to the side of the pool, and rests her head on the edge. Breathing fast as she recovers from effects of her orgasm. Her body drenched in blood from head to toe. Finally she stands up, blood dripping and running off her perfect body. Arya puts her head back, closes her eyes as her hands rub the blood. On her skin like a priceless lotion. With her asshole now closed and completely healed, the cum has no where to go. Her bowels and stomach feel completely full of cum. She rubs her hands over her blood covered, swollen belly. As she finds the unusual feeling of cum churning inside her, almost relaxing. She grunts uncomfortably as the fluid inside shifts, as she climbs out of the fountain. She looks up at Molag Bol, as she feels her stomach. The look she's giving him makes his hard cock jerk in excitement. Her mouth open with blood dripped from her lips and body. Her eyes looking ever so distant and a little bit yearning for more. Her response hair, even redder as it hangs around her face. Down over her shoulders, top her tits. Slick and clinging to her head and body with blood.

"Enjoying yourself my pet?" Molag Bol said. Arya didn't say anything, as she kept her eyes locked on him. He smiles wickedly as her hand slides from her belly, and to her boob. Squeezing and massaging the firm mound in her hand.

"As much as I love seeing you in this state, I prefer the flatness of your toned stomach." He said, as he picked Arya up like a toy. Holding her out and away from him, as he started squeezing her stomach. Like she was a giant tube of toothpaste. Arya's eyes shot open wide as she felt the pool of cum in her stomach. Pushing up and spewing from her mouth. Molag Bol turns her up side down, and continues to squeeze her stomach. Causing her to vomit up even more cum. Her arms hang down loosely over the floor, as her legs hang spread eagle. Seeing her wet snatch inches from his chin. Molag Bol extends his serpent like tongue, and thrusts it. Violently into her pussy. Arya whimpered as she felt his tongue slithering up inside her cunt. His tongue thickens as it pushes all the way to her cervix. She whimpers like a crying child as she vomits a seemingly endless amount of cun. The thin tip of Molag Bol's tongue tickles against the tiny. Hole of her cervix, making her legs kick from the sensations. Causing her juices to leak down her shrinking belly. Molag Bol moaned in enjoyment of her sweet juices and tasty pussy walls. The muscles in his thick tongue started to pulse back and forth. Massaging her inner walls and over her g-spot. Making her moan and whine at the amazing, torturous pleasure flooding her senses. As the last drop of cum came out of her mouth, except for what's still trapped in her bowels. Molag Bol pushes the tip of his tongue. Into her cervix, then violently thrusting his tongue deep into her womb. Her legs jerk and her hips buck almost on their own. Arya screams out as her cervix is stretched and her womb filled with. Molag Bol's tongue that was coiling up inside her. Filling up every nook and cranny of her womb. Arya's head was spinning with sensations she didn't understand. As his tongue kept pulsing up and down her pussy, and into her womb. The feeling was unbelievable and as disturbing as it was, she couldn't help but. Cry and scream like a whore, as her juices ran from her cunt. Down her now flat stomach, over her tits and drip off the her nose. She could taste her own pussy flavor as it dripped over her mouth. And then when she thought the most pleasurable thing was happening to her. Molag Bol added pain to pleasure, as hard rose like thorns. Thrusted out from the sides of his tongue. Stabbing her inner walls, all the way down to her womb. Arya's legs kicked violently at the pain, piercing her sensitive walls. She screamed loud from the feeling. Then started kicking and wailing as he started sliding his tongue. In and out, scraping and cutting her up, while the coils in her womb slowly pulsed. Massaging those thorns deep inside her. Her juices began to turn red as his tongue. Continued to fuck her, while the length of it pulsed. All the pleasure she was feeling before, had faded. Into the most agonizing pain she ever felt. Her screams had turned into non stop cries of pain. Molag Bol wasn't looking to destroy her body too much, he was more prolonging her agony. By using his torturous tongue slowly in and out of her. Arya was beginning to lose consciousness from the overwhelming pain. When Molag Bol quickly ripped his tongue and all its coils out of her. Retracting his tongue back into his mouth, he brought Arya up over his head. Holding her pussy inches from his mouth, as a small stream of dragon blood. Leaked from her cut up cunt, and into his hungry mouth.

Molag Bol dropped Arya back into the fountain, where she. Sucked down blood like it was her first drink in centuries. Arya's wounded pussy healed from the horrible tongue fucking. Quickly bringing her pussy and womb back to their healthy state. But that didn't ease the feeling of being worn raw inside. As her arms were suddenly yanked above her head, by dark energy. And pulling her body from the fountain before she could drink her fill. The energy brought her over to the center of the chamber. Where dark energy gripped her ankles and pulled her legs our in a spread eagle position. Leaving her hovering over the floor, as a horrible looking device. Came out from a section of the floor, that had opened up. The device was two rusty, metal phallus with dull ridges and bumps. Up their long, thick shafts which were covered in countless years of pussy and ass juices. No doubt even Serana's and her mother's were on them. The other small item on the device was a tiny studded wheel. Without a second to ready herself, the phallic devices. Plunged into Arya's pussy and ass. They each started to vibrate and move in slow long strokes. Causing Arya to groan at their motions. Molag Bol stepped up to her, and eased the tiny wheel. Up against her clit, the wheel began to spin on contact. Rubbing the studs on her clit in a never ending moving contact. Arya moaned as what she knew was going to be another. Very long moment of tormenting pleasure. Immediately her pussy started leaking again, and her asshole. Was starting to open from the dildo fucking her, the dildo was starting to get slick. As it poked up into her colon and the cum that was trapped there. Started coating the shaft with a sticky, white sheer of cum. Arya's clit was growing warm and sensitive to the wheel teasing her nub.

"You have much to endure Arya, there is much that I must put your body, mind and spirit through." Molag Bol said, as he walked around her. Admiring her body and all its glory, covered in a thin layer of blood. Arya closed her eyes, as her head leaned back. Her mouth open as she moaned and gasped with the long, sensations of pleasure. Molag Bol ran a hand along her body, his claws lightly scrapping and tugging on her skin. The tip of his clawed index finger, drew a line. On the a long, faint scar across her side.

"I remember this one." He said, as teased the scar, causing goosebumps to rise on the smooth skin around it.

"You were in a scrimmage with some imperials near Morthal. Many fell to your sword, but there was one who landed a lucky blow." He said, as he took a deep breath, "I loved the way you took his sword from his weak grip, after bringing him to his knees by slicing his leg open. Then when you took your sword and his and decapitated him, ooh that was orgasmic to watch. And the way his blood coated the front of your ancient nord armor. Dripping down into your cleavage, that was an delightful sight." Molag Bol said, as Arya's moans grew louder as her hips began to move on the dildos. Molag Bol walked around to her front and found another scar over the ridge of her ribs.

"This one was from a bandit's arrow he shot into you, as you were bathing under a waterfall. As always the pain of that didn't slow you down a bit. As you took up your skyforge sword and took on eight bandits, wearing nothing but. The layer of water glistening on your skin. You were alone too, after just sending your red headed werewolf friend back to Whiterun. You engaging in single handed combat while naked was always a turn on for me. It gave me the chance of seeing every inch of your amazing body at work. The way your lean, toned muscles would flex and ripple, under your soft skin brought on a raging hard on every time. While I would watch you perform your artwork of combat." He said. Then his hands took both of her tits in his grip. Squeezing and bouncing them, smearing the layer of blood around her skin.

"Then there was seeing these marvelous symbols of your womanly strength jiggle and bounce while you slashed and diced your way through your enemies." Molag Bol moaned, as he pinched and twisted her nipples. Making her moans become whimpers, as his machines did their desired work on her. Molag Bol slid his hands off her boobs, which jiggled as they left his grasp. He moved around behind her and slapped her ass. Watching her round, soft, globes of juicy ass meat jiggle. As she screamed at the sting to her butt.

"This ass, this ass, your ass a blessing from Dibella herself. Jiggling and bouncing as you sprung into action, as your powerful, long, soft legs kicked your enemies around like toys." He said, as took both cheeks in each hand. Smearing the thin film of blood around like grease, as he rubbed and squeezed her ass. He gave her ass a few hard smacks, and smiled as each cheek jiggled.

"I watched with need as your ass would get bigger and bouncier as the muscles underneath would grow and tone up. From all of your exercises, training and time on the battlefield. I wonder what the future holds for this ass, as you conquer your way through the world." He said, as he took his hands off her ass. Leaving Arya to moan and whine as she was eased closer to another orgasm. Arya's breathing picked up speed, as her cried out with each short breath.

"AH-AH-AH, AHAHAHAHA GODS AHAH FUUUCK I'M CUMMING!" Arya screamed when a gyser of juice erupted from her pussy. Her orgasm went on as the dark energy on her wrists and ankles. Repositioned her in a mid air doggy style position. The machine moved and followed her body, keeping all the dildos and stuff in place. Her orgasm eased down but it didn't go away completely. Leaving her with a small, steady stream of pussy juices running on the floor. Her asshole was getting looser by the minute, as the dildo plunged deep inside her. Causing cum to ooze out from around the shaft. Arya never stopped crying out her wonderful anguish. As she was brought to another gripping orgasm.

Molag Bol went over to black and red daedric style cabinet that. Came up out of the floor, as he approached it. Its doors and drawers opened on their own. Revealing a massive amount of different types of torture instruments. From whips, strung with spikes, some made from chains, others were just simple whips. Paddles with flat surfaces, others with metal studs, or spikes. There were cattle prods enchanted with various enchantments. Various types of knives and other cutting tools. Hole stretching tools, different types of gags, and whole bunch of other interesting toys. Molag Bol already knew what he wants to do first. As he took a studded paddle from its rack. His cock was raging hard, throbbing painfully, swaying around as he approached her. He raised the paddle above his head. And brought it down hard on her ass.

Arya screams echoed through the large, near empty room. As a burning pain shot across her ass cheek. Another came down, leaving a wide reddening mark on her ass. With several smaller slightly redder marks on her skin. Molag Bol grinned madly as he brought down his paddle. In hard, swift, bone deep whacks, against her her left ass cheek. Arya was molded into one as the hits kept coming. Adding searing, stinging pain, to the never ending rush of pleasure. Coming from her pussy and asshole. Arya's ass cheek grew a deep red with each whack of the paddle. The smaller marks grew even darker, as they were starting to resemble a purplish color. Molag Bol moved to the other cheek whacking it with equal force and speed. Arya's screams turned to loud sobbing cries, then her face went to a red color. Her eyes bugged out, mouth gaped open uttering a pained loud, drawn out groan. As she came, gushing all over the floor. Molag Bol alternated from cheek to cheek, hitting with such force. It sounded like bones breaking, as her ass was now a very dark red. With thin lines of bruises forming on each cheek. The smaller marks were forming deep purple ones across her ass. Arya was a teary eyed, babbling, crying, drooling mess. Overwhelmed with searing pain and mind crashing waves of orgasms that seemed to flow into another. Becoming a never ending wave of one big one.

Arya's eyes were red and swollen from all her crying. Her mouth hung open, her tongue dangled from her mouth. Her head hung down, her screams never ended. Until Molag Bol stopped the paddling and tossed the tool on a table. Next to the cabinet. Looking over at his handiwork, Arya's ass was a wide mix of colors. Faint red at the edges, fading into a dark red, than blue, to deep purple. Across her ass cheeks, at some areas the skin had broken adding a bit of bright red. Molag Bol admired his painting of pain across the ass he lusted after for years. Walking around to Arya's head, his horse cock bouncing. With to rock, hard, rigid look for a tree branch in the wind. He grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled her head up. Looking into the near dead gaze of her eyes, as she groaned loud from the series of orgasms.

"Far from done bitch." He said, a look of pure, cold, angry lust. As he gripped her head in one hand, while his other held hid cock steady. As he violently pushed his cock inside her gaping mouth. He eyes shot open, when she felt her jaw pop and dislocate from her skull. As he pushed on down her throat. The sides of her mouth stretched until they tore a little. Arya's shut tight at the pain, as drops of blood ran from the cuts. Her neck stretched like a snake as his cock rammed down into her stomach. Molag Bol gripped her bruised ass cheeks as he leaned over her back. He pulled his cock out a bit, using her ass as a hand hold. He rammed back into her stomach, back and forth. Like he was battering down the door of a castle. The dildos in her pussy and asshole, sped up. Until they pistoned in and out of her body. They started rotating back and forth, bringing her to even. More violent orgasms, while she choked on the cock. Ravishing in and out of her body, trying hard to get air in through her nose. Arya never felt so completely helpless and degraded as she was used. For a daedric lord's sadistic pleasure. Tears welled up in her bulging eyes and streamed down her face. Mixing with the mess of drool and blood vomit stringing from her chin. Being a blood drinking vampire made vomiting look extremely horrific. Since her only meal for who knows how long, was blood. Molag Bol grunted like stallion as he pistoned his horse cock. In and out of his favorite warrior princess. His pace for faster and harder. His grip on her ass was biting into her cheeks, drawing blood from the beaten globes. His grunts and moans grew louder, until he pulled out of her throat. Holding his cock while he bathed her in gallons of cum. Basting her face with his thick, white gallons of his demonic seed. Arya's mouth hung loose as her jaw hung away from her face. Vomiting blood that mixed with his cum. When he finished he looked at her, looking so beautiful with face covered in white. Her jaw hanging open, her tongue dangling down her chin. He smiled as he smacked her ruined face, causing her jaw to swing from side to side in a sickening way. With his hard on now shrinking down, he could focus. On the job he loved most, making her a daughter of coldharbor. Arya was brought back to her previous position, by the black magic shackles. Her head swung down as her jaw, hung loosely from her skull. Molag Bol pulled her head back, and pushed her jaw back in place. With a sickening pop, as Arya cried out from the sharp pain. Molag Bol tended to Arya like a deranged healer, trying to keep his subject alive. A black pole came from the ground beside him. The pole had a black tube, attached to it. Molag Bol took the tube in his hand. Opening Arya's sore mouth, he stuck the tube down her throat. Causing her to gag a little, as he fed the tube into her stomach. Once he made sure the tube was secure. He moved back to his table and cabinet. The tube started feeding Arya drops of blood, but only enough to keep her alive and aware. The wounds on Arya's face slowly began to heal. As Molag Bol returned with a thin, metal spike. Arya came once again as the pistons in her holes ravished her. In the midst of her orgasm, Molag Bol grabbed her left boob. Squeezing it as he stuck the spike slowly through the bottom of her boob. Arya's teeth bit into the tube, which flexed as she bit down in pain. As he slowly slid the spike through the flesh of her tit. A drop of blood ran down the spike, as it went deeper. The point emerged from the top of boob. Causing a small drop of blood to, run down her skin and over her nipple. Leaving the two points protruding from opposite ends of her boob. Molag Bol continued this until four shiny, metal spikes criss-cross inside each of her tits. Making a star pattern in her, with the points sticking out. Around the center of her each boob. Arya's muffled screams of pleasure and cries of pain filled the room. With music to the daedric lord's ears. She cried louder when pierced her nipples with needles. Molag Bol was far from done. As he left Arya there suffering on the dildos coming over and over. Gushing a puddle of her juices on the floor. As he went to his table for another instrument of torture. Arya screamed as she felt something being stabbed into her right ass cheek. Molag Bol was behind her, smiling like a jackle. As he was slowly stabbing slightly thicker and longer. Spike through her ass cheek, his tongue slithered around her ass. Lapping up the drops of blood that trickled out. Once the spike ran through her skin, he grabbed another spike. Arya came while spike after spike was stuck in her ass flesh. Molag Bol finished with the same star pattern that he did to, her tits. Topping off with shorted, but equally thick spike driven. In the center of her ass cheeks, just enough leave two inches of shiny metal to sticking out. Arya's brain was a mess of mixed signals, sometimes the feeling of. Pain and pleasure would blend together. It was hard to, tell which of sounds and actions were of pleasure or pain. Not even she could tell which was which at this point. Was she cumming from the dildos in her pussy and asshole, or the metal in her flesh? She couldn't tell, as the chamber around her faded out to darkness. Everything around her faded from her vision. All sense of being was beginning to fade, the only things she could feel. Was the overriding feels of pain and pleasure. Pleasure mixing with pain, pain mixing with pleasure. Pain becoming pleasure, pleasure becoming pain. All the sensations blending and mixing in her body, mind and spirit. How much longer would this go on, she didn't know or care. As coldharbor was beginning to consume her very being.

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That's the end so far. I hope I didn't scare any of my readers away. There's more to come for Arya in her time in coldharbor and the rest of Skyrim.