Do you still write elder scrolls? If so may I ask serana 9 with reader receiving and maybe with her drinking blood from the reader but only if you're comfortable of course or 15 and 23? Thank you ^○^
Oh heeeeell yeah I'm always down to write to write for Serana, I think about the missed opportunity bitch-thesda had making her one of the few npcs that had actual development that I wanted to marry in the game... but that's what mods are for I guess 😔
Day 9: biting
Cw: Vampire related blood drinking, if this is a topic that makes you uncomfortable please feel free not to read any further. Also reader isn't directly stated to be the dragonborn, but is very lightly implied.
(This work includes: gender neutral!reader)
(NSFW under the cut as always)
Hunger ebbed at her, it had been so for months. Being a Vampire Lord, unlike with most regular vampires, she can store and surface her bloodlust for very long periods of time. While there was the set back that with not being fully fed meant she wasn't at her full strength and hasn't been so since before she awakened. Now even after all this time being asleep, defeating her father, and traveling around on adventures with adventures with you was she just now reached her limit and was approaching starvation.
She has... a complicated relationship with being a vampire, of course. Before, feeding, while not being enjoyable, it wasn't necessary a set back - do it to survive only to escape the further fears of reuniting with Molag Baal in the 'afterlife' - but now... now she has she has more human companions she's grown to care about since back then. She has you in an equal complicated relationship, she's... scared to do it now, what if she loses herself and accidentally hurts you - becoming no better than one of those monsters you hunt? It scares her to death what she could unwillingly do to you.
Your touch feels so coming and loving against her skin that her dead heart sings for more it. Through humanly teary eyes she watches your soft smile as you pull her gently down into your kiss, your fingers intertwined with brunette hair as you kiss her deeply and throughly. Even if she doesn't need breath, she craves for it, you take her breathlessly that shakes her worries and when she pulls away her eyes dart in fifty different places as her lips gape for words.
"I don't... trust myself." She admits. "It's in my nature to go too far - I don't-"
"Look at me, Serana." Her bright eyes find it hard with tension to meet yours but finds herself not having a choice when your warm yet battle-roughened hands flush against her cold cheeks to make her turn her head to look down upon you.
"It's quite alright," your voice hums to her. "-after everything we've been through together and all the dangerous hoards we've slayed, I think I have a hunch I can deal with a but more blood loss and besides I... want to do this for you."
"(Name)," Her voice was so gentle, so damming that at any moment she could just easily tear down and just break. You lay back, your naked sweaty - from previous sexually charged activity - body sinking into the old inn bedsheets several towels behind your head on the pillows. Serana's eyes subconsciously trail to your chest up to your throat, your heartbeat loud in her ears. You tilt your head to give out your neck more, heavy needy breath rocking out from your lips.
"Serana," you plea. Your hands travel to her shoulders and give the tight muscle a squeeze for reassurance before wrapping them around her to gently pull her closer yet giving her enough room to give her an out if she really does want to. Yellow eyes met your own while the last few thoughts settle into her mind, before you know it she's adjusted herself so she's holding your hands on the back of her head.
"It might hurt... but if gets too much and I'm not stopping, pull me off. No matter how much I'm in you, get me off with every bit of strength and do whatever you have to. Make sure I'm off you and you can stop the bleeding as much as you can." You give her a nod which seemingly calms her nerves. After a few more kissing moments, her warm breath is fanning over your shoulder and her teeth is body shiveringly scraping gently against your flesh.
While it does at first hurt the moment fangs enter their way into and breaking through your flesh, however, unlike what you've been told whether it be through travelers in taverns or the Dawnguard; the hellish experience of having your blood taken but you rather find the experience... pleasant with the warm rush and body tingles it brings you.
Best phrase you could think of describe it being is its like your soul you can physically feel being sucked off.
Your hands do what you were instructed to and don't let go of your love's head, just in case things make a turn, however you find it bringing one problem: you can't reach down and feel at where your pleasure is at it's highest between your legs, having to depend on squeezing and continuingly readjusting your thighs to add just enough friction to your throbbing sex. Next to her you pant and whine as you listen to every drink of you she makes right blew your ear.
"Sh-shit," you curse, your fingers tightening on her head as some sort of ground to hold on to but you find her eyes darting to meet yours. "I'm fine, I promise." She hums radiating through your body that gets your legs to tightly clamp together.
"I need - need s-some-"
You practically scream when her hand mischievously finds its way scaling down your body and diving between your legs. You stutter out noisea of incoherence the moment her long fingers find their way to grab ahold and pump around/inside you fucking you nice and slow. Your breath is uneasy as you lay back and stare up at the ceiling. You feel light headed, from the blood loss or pleasure your not sure but it's the first you're aware of the warm seeping and spilling down your neck and shoulder most definitely staining bedsheets below. You didn't even want to think about offering up an explanation to the innkeeper. Honestly pleasure made it easy not to and not giving a damn at the moment.
It's easy to come like this. So easy that you do so very loudly; your grip so tight on the vampires head that you dug her down even deeper while you scream your love for her. The last part, you didn't realize you even did but Serana more than enough hears.
Your bones liquify the moment Serana detaches herself from you, her teeth leaving a little sting behind as a goodbye that gets one last moany shake from you.
Good. That felt very good. But what made it all even more better was the sight it left you with: Serana hovering over you with her face dirted and messy with your blood with a bright almost cat-like awareness in her eyes, speaking of which that don't leave you for a second most likely having a very mutual feeling about how you look in this bloody afterglow. You smile as your body dips from the adrenaline and your limbs suddenly feel heavy but you fight through it so your hands can could to wipe at her lips.
"I never figured you the type to be the messy eater, love."
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