I've written a little fan fiction before but have wanted to write erotic stories for certain games I like to play for quite a while now. Hopefully you enjoy the following. It's a bit of a slow burn as I wanted to keep the situation regarding one of the characters at least slightly realistic, considering what she had been through.
This story is based on the Elder Scrolls: Skyrim. If you haven't played it, there are minor spoilers, though the story takes place post-game events.
Usual disclaimer. All characters etc owned by Bethesda.
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Her father was dead. His plans to blot out the sun in ruins. Skyrim was safe once again. But now it was a case of what she would do next.
Returning to my house, Lakeview Manor, we hadn't really spoken too much on the way back. Serana was obviously dealing with the fact her father was now dead, the crisis was now over, and despite the fact he had wanted to end the world as we know it, we had still killed him. We were left with no choice to end the madness. Her mother was now free to return, but she had insisted on remaining in the Soul Cairn. She might have felt alone, but she still had me. Ragnar Dragonborn, slayer of Alduin, the World-Eater.
Serana and I had talked all the time during the months we had torn her father's plans to shreds, but I know she still carried many secrets. And I knew she was also very aware of my affection for her. No, not just affection. I was in love with her. Imagine that, the Dragonborn in love with a vampire. I never made a big deal about it, and she never made too much of it.
Sitting together by the fireplace, she turned to me and simply said, "I suppose I should tell you the whole story."
"About?"
"About how I became a vampire."
She had glossed over many of the facts when telling me about her mother and father. I think I was about to hear the whole, unfiltered truth. I could only nod as she dragged her chair closer to mine. She didn't reach for my hand or anything. I knew she didn't like to be touched. One or two people had learned that during nights in the Bannered Mare in Whiterun. Particularly the bard who tried to pull her into dance one evening. It was only me stepping in that stopped him turning into a walking corpse.
Serana wasn't just raped by Molag Bol. It was the brutality of it that shocked even me. She was left a bleeding, battered, shell of the person she had once been, the outcome of it being her obvious vampirism. The worst part was that her parents had wanted it to happen, had watched it happen and approved of it. The people she had loved and trusted the most had let her be defiled in the most awful way possible. She pulled no punches explaining it. And it easily explained why it took a long time to earn her trust.
Add to everything else that had happened to her and I was partly surprised she didn't just ask to be put back in her tomb to sleep again. Little wonder she didn't like being touched. No wonder the very idea of any sort of sexual contact would be abhorrent to her.
But then she met me. And I was kind. Helpful. Patient. And a generally good man, at least according to her. She'd told me than once. And being a hero, having ended the dragon menace and then defeated her father, certainly led to her having affection for me in return.
"I am aware of yours for me," she said, "But I am a vampire. Do you know how difficult it will be?"
"I don't care." Pausing, I asked the question that had been on my mind since the day I met her, "But have you ever thought about a cure?"
"I'm not sure. I'll admit I have thought about it. But having gone through everything I did to become one, I only want to cure myself if I'm one hundred percent sure."
"It's your choice in the end."
Silence descended as I just gazed into the fire. Serana had just unloaded a lot of information on me. Most of it was awful. I felt nothing but sympathy for her. And if she only wanted for me to be a friend in the end, so be it. "I just need time," she finally said, "I trust you, Ragnar. You're my friend." That made me smile as I glanced at her. "And I want more than that. But I need time."
My heart nearly exploded with joy. I had to concentrate on simply nodding my head before adding, "Take all the time you need."
With nowhere else to go, of course Serana moved in with me. With plenty of rooms available, she could have her own space, and we quickly settled into a routine. Lydia, my Housecarl, wasn't put out by the fact Serana was living with us, nor was Rayya, my servant. I think they were both aware of my affections. Rayya didn't feel comfortable in giving advice. Lydia did, though knew I'd listen to said advice then ignore it. But she meant well, at least.
Quickly settling into a routine, I gave Serana all the time and space she needed. With so much land around what I already called our house, she built herself a little garden, where she could tend her flowers and herbs, and she'd happily brew potions that she could then sell in the nearest town of Falkreath. I would take the occasional job from the local Jarl, and would receive letters from the Companions in Whiterun, and she would sometime come along to help. Nothing ever more than dealing with a few bandits, but it was time spent together, and that's all I wanted.
Our relationship slowly but surely blossomed. We talked all the time. She learned about my life as much I learned about hers. And I made sure we had a lot of fun. With our house surrounded by forest, we spent a lot of time either hunting or simply exploring. She was always looking for new flowers to pick, and as I simply liked spending time with her, I'd go along. During one such trip into the forest, we strolled along close together. Because of what she was, her hood was always up, though in the forest, the sun's rays were hidden, so she could pull it back. She saw me watching her and smiled, and without hesitation, just grabbed my hand.
Her hand was cold, obviously, but it still caused my heart to suddenly beat a little faster. I would always leave her to make the first move when it came to any sort of physical intimacy. Even a hand hold was a big step for her. As I said, she didn't like to be touched. So it was a case of small steps.
That didn't open the flood gates to anything else, but after that first time, she would always seek out my hand, whether we were out walking the forest, or even just walking to the nearest town. Whenever we sat together by the fire, particularly during the night, she slowly but surely shuffled closer until she would rest her head against my shoulder.
"You want more, don't you?" she asked one night as we sat by the fire.
One thing with Serana is that I was always honest. "Yes, I do. You know I do. But I'm willing to wait until you're ready."
"How are you so patient with me?"
"You know why."
She lifted her head as I looked at her. She smiled as she said, "Tell me."
"I love you."
The smile broadened as she lifted a hand, running it softly down my cheek. I kept my beard neatly trimmed, something she had mentioned she liked. "I love you too," she whispered.
I wanted to kiss her but I think that would have been a step too far. It had to be her decision. She continued to rest her hand on my cheek before running it around my back, pulling me in for an embrace. She smelled divine, as in addition to making potions, she also made perfumes, often excitedly telling me about a new one she'd made, and asking me to test the scent. Wrapping my arms around her tighter, she did the same. It was a nice feeling.
We had slept in separate rooms since we had arrived back at Lakeview Manor. That night, Serana led me by the hand to my room. On the threshold, she turned to face me.
"I'm not ready for sex, Ragnar. I'm not sure if..."
"But you would like to lie with me." It wasn't a question. The fact she now felt comfortable enough to even think about it was enough.
"I want you to hold me as I sleep. Can you do that?"
"Of course."
