This is so toned down for you guys oh my goodness gracious
Also this is totally not how to deal with someone assaulting you but this is how it happened in the dream I had and you know what >:C
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Kira tirelessly fought her way through the catacombs against the draugr. This was becoming routine for her; breaking into Nordic tombs and taking hefty treasure from their depths. And, you know, fighting her undead ancestors.
She finally made it to the large doors meaning that the final treasure room was ahead. She heaved open the doors impatiently, mentally and physically prepared for a draugr deathlord, but once she took a few steps into the large room before she stopped.
In the throne where the head zombie was supposed to be was a tall Daedra. He was sitting there casually, and had been watching the door for her arrival. He smiled wickedly when she appeared.
He was a Dremora, from what she knew. But he didn't look like others that she'd seen before - his horns were too different and large, and he had silvery-white hair down to his shoulders, partially pulled back.
Kira pulled out her twin blades cautiously and walked towards him. Her movements awoke the lesser undead from their caskets and she automatically made quick work of them. She tried to keep an eye on him, though, because she didn't want to fight him. He looked all-too powerful for her and she'd wake up afterwards outside of the ruins. And she'd have to do this all over again.
"Why aren't you attacking me?" she asked carefully, walking close to him. She kept a few yards between them, and she readied a Shout just in case. "Isn't that what you Dremoras do?"
He smiled widely at her, his dark eyes twinkling. His 'whites' were a dark red, and his irises seemed to be even darker. He said something in a language that was completely foreign to her.
She exhaled gruffly. "Really? Really? First everyone expects me to understand Dovah, and now you think I can speak whatever-" She let out a frustrated yell. He just laughed at her.
He got up from the throne (she now realized that the draugr deathlord was at his feet - he'd killed it before she arrived) and towered over her. He was probably around seven feet tall, and from what Kira could tell, solid muscle under his Daedric armor. He said something again to her, in the language she didn't understand (did the Daedra have a language?) and stepped closer.
She stepped back, raising her weapons. "I swear I will kill you."
The Dremora chuckled and he was suddenly a foot from her.
Fus, Ro!
He stumbled backwards, thankfully affected by her Shout, and she started wailing on him. Soon, though, he'd disarmed her and wrapped his arm around her, bringing the Nord girl into his chest. He said something softly, and she realized that she'd been blushing.
For all that it was worth, he was startlingly attractive. She'd never been this close to a humanoid Daedra, only Atronachs, and she wondered if they were really all handsome like this.
Kira found herself in a kiss, and a dangerously pleasing one. When they pulled apart she scowled at him, unable to do anything with her arms because he'd pinned them between their bodies. She decided she hated him.
And with her judgement clouded by fiery emotions, she kissed him back.
His grip loosened, and his arms were around her waist. She realized her arms were now around his neck, and he'd picked her up slightly to compensate for their height difference.
After a decadent moment, he pulled away, grinning wickedly, and disappeared in the purple whirring aura of Oblivion. She dropped to the floor and starting screaming colorful obscenities.
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She laid awake that night. He'd smelled strangely familiar to her. She kept rolling over, scowling into the darkness of her room. He smelled familiar, and something about his face was familiar, but every time her mind started to figure it out, the thought disappeared into thin air, just as he did.
How dare he come out of nowhere and assault her? How dare he kiss the Dragonborn? How dare he steal her kill of that zombie? And most importantly, how dare he be so dangerously attractive?
She felt like getting out of bed immediately and slaughtering a pack of bandits. |
