Oblivion: Prey to Lust

CHAPTER ONE:

I have been the target of several kidnapping attempts ever since I was a child; countless people have almost raped me. I apparently ‘steal’ other girl’s boyfriends, and am hated by most of the female population. Sounds like quite a feat by a seventeen-year-old huh?
I live in Cyrodyll; I wander in between towns, have no friends, and am an orphan. I am also a member of a few guilds, I am the Arch-Mage, the top fighter for the blue team in the Arena, and I don’t bother with the Dark Brotherhood or the Thieves Guild for I am no good at sneaking.
I do have a brother that I know of; he is one of the sixteen Daedric princes. As you may have guessed my mother was a whore. She had an uncontrollable urge to fuck anything with a dick hanging between its legs in a ten-mile radius. I’m not exactly sure what my mother was exactly, nor my father, though I have reason to believe he was a Breton.
I cleaned the blood off of Soul Mirror, my enchanted amber sword. My brother gave it to me as a gift when he visited our uncle in the Shivering Isles. The deer hadn’t put up much of a fight, it almost wasn’t worth the effort. I ripped off a piece of venison and chowed down.
“The only good thing about this place are the hot waterfalls…” I murmured to myself after stripping off my clothes and slipping into the soothing water. I relaxed into the water, yet still alert. My eyes snapped open at the sound of something taking a seat nearby.
“Relaxing aren’t they?” I looked up, a boy around my age sat near, trailing a lilac-tinged hand in the water at his knee. He appeared to be a Daedric hybrid; tan-swirled horns curled gracefully out the top of his mop of black hair. Ebony-fringed daedroth-molten-gold eyes caught mildly startled green ones. He smiled, his eyeteeth slightly elongated. I found him rather attractive and that may be the exact point in this case.
“Is there something I can help you with?” I asked coolly. He tapped a black talon-tipped finger on his chin.
“Not particularly.” He stood and started to unlace his only garment of clothing. His black leather pants pooled around his ankles and he gracefully stepped out of them. I got quite an eyeful and of course blushed. He caught my expression and grinned. He folded them and set them next to my own clothes. “I’m Damon by the way.”
“Cat.” Damon then sunk down into the water a respectable distance from me. I was glad we were seated close enough to the waterfall for the water to still be murky so at least it gave me that small illusion of modesty. He suddenly dove under, splashing me slightly. I pulled my knees up to my chest, and tucked my feet to cover as much as possible.
“Where is he?” I pondered to myself as he continued to swim underwater out of my sight range. I jumped at squeaked when I felt something against the underside of my thigh. I laughed when I saw the fish a moment later. I relaxed and let myself soak, don’t need to let a stupid, sexy, little, attractive daedroth get in my way of relaxing. My legs eventually straightened out and I think I was nodding off when I felt a warm body press against my own. I startled awake, blinking my blurry eyes furiously.
Damon was pressed against me, obviously. His eyes half-lidded, staring into my own. Talons were tracing down my arms softly, his lips slightly parted; inviting.
Damn that was hot; I shivered slightly, he drew his tongue across his parted lips slowly. He was cliché-dly looking at me like I was something to eat; I would probably let him eat me if he wanted to, but not in the conventional way obviously.
“Damn, you make me so hard.” He ground himself against me, making me gasp softly. “I don’t know what it is, but I want you so bad.” I whimpered as he curled his fingers in my hair. “And I will have you.” Then he devoured my lips, almost literally, I swear one of us, or both, were bleeding.
The roles seemed reversed in this situation, usually the woman throws herself at the man in a fit of lust, not the other way around. Why was I letting him do this? This was way outside my normal behavior. I concentrated and felt the tiny thread of magic strung around us. He felt me stiffen.
“Good, you feel it too. Don’t react, just go with it…” He muttered against my neck, nipping me. “You know, I’ve never been with a human.” He grinned against my neck.
“I’ve never been with a daedroth, so we’re even.” His fingers started to massage my scalp. I leaned into him, wrapping my arms around him. I lightly rubbed my fingernails up and down his spine. A slight purring noise slipped from between his lips. I nipped at the juncture between his neck and shoulder he leaned into it.
“Harder…” He whispered, sounding out of breath. I bit harder, just barely. He pushed my head into it. “More…” pressing down harder, he whimpered. I bit him sharply, air rushed out of his lungs in a low moan. I tasted a little blood, he drug my head up and kissed me fiercely. He pulled back, his eyes glazed with lust, his face slack with pleasure.
“Damn that’s hot.” He grinned, feigning bending down to kiss me again. There was a piercing scream; Damon’s eyes lit up, his arm sticking out the chest of a goblin.
“There, all taken care of see?” He turned to the goblin standing; dragging the pathetic creature with him. “You realize this is a grave insult.” The goblin whimpered. “You, out from behind the bushes.” An elderly goblin shaman limped out; I drew my little glass dagger, Thor’s Fang. The air was alive with electricity. “Cat, there is no need.” I reluctantly put my weapon away.
“Let this be a warning to your clan, shaman.” The disemboweled goblin was incinerated with a flash bolt. The shaman nodded, “Make sure your queen is aware of the repercussions.” He nodded again, bowed and left the way he came. “That could have been worse.” I snorted. “What?”
“Nothing…” I said off-handedly. He took a slow glance down my body before I realized I was obviously naked. I drew the dagger again. He threw his hands up.
“I get it, I get it!” He turned his back mock-respectively. “Though, I don’t think we’re even… You got to see me naked twice.” I rolled my eyes and slipped on my clothes. I threw his pants at his back he caught them effortlessly. I kept my eyes firmly fixed on his face.
“What was that about exactly.” I asked as he laced his pants up. He glanced up and sighed.
“I’m a daedric prince obviously.” I acknowledged it. “The goblin-queen Naria had her most powerful shaman cast a lust spell on me, and you were obviously affected by it. It was fairly weak for his level of skill. I have reason to believe it was a test.”
“I see, if I had tripped the magic wire, then I would have let on I knew my way around a staff.” He nodded.
“Then we would have been in serious trouble.” He stretched out on the ground, the sun was setting quickly. I sighed, standing. I started walking off in another direction. I had set up camp a short ways away. I knew Damon was following me, it was expected. I stretched as I walked, popping so many joints it was a concern that I had dislocated something. The night was loud, one of the common misconceptions was that the night was a thing of silence. I yawned and walked into something. I jumped and noticed it was just Damon. I raised an eyebrow in question, noticing for the first time that he was considerably taller than I was. He scratched a pointed ear.
“Uhhh, as cliché as it is, can I hang around you?” I looked him up and down, blushing as I remembered what transpired a few moments ago. He cocked a cocky grin.
“Fine, if you’re dead weight, prince or not, I’m shoving you off the next convenient ravine.” He jerked me forward, his face inches from my own.
“Oh, I have weight, but all of it’s very alive. As I’m sure you’re aware of.” He smiled pointedly. I brushed around him, purposefully roughly brushing my hand against his crotch. He groaned. I didn’t look back, I knew he was behind me, preying to all the gods that be.
I thought to myself as we walked. In a matter of hours I was completely changed. I would have killed guy like this with no regret. He was a player and I was a… what exactly? I stumbled into my camp, heading for the convenient two-person tent I had set up. I rolled my eyes, I could practically feel his perverted gaze on my backside.
Brilliant idea Cat, why don’t you just throw yourself at him now, save him some trouble.
“I actually prefer the chase if you don’t mind, but that could be fun too.” I spun.
“Do you want to sleep outside, cold and alone?” He shook his head. “Then stay out of my mind, dirty pervert.”
“You’re still thinking about me…”I ignored him, slipping into my bedroll. At least I’m not the one with a raging hard-on. He snorted as he crawled in next to me. I grinned.
“You know very well, it’s your fault.”
“Poor baby.” I turned towards him. That’s when he kissed me.
“Gotcha.” Aww, fuck it. I tackled him in a fit of lust. We attacked each other with lips and teeth. I attacked his nipples with sharp bites. He was gasping and groaning. I then rolled off of him, facing away I said,
“Goodnight, Damon.”
“Shit. Damn you.” I laughed as I drifted off.