#hircine

Like this, they were utterly each other’s. Naked and slick with the day’s work sweated on their skin. He intended to wring pleasure from her, to stretch her like he always did and swallow her pretty moans, capture his name as she sighed it. She would take him so well, however he wanted her to, like she was made for it.

If he were mortal and she a lycanthrope, they would be mates. Of this, he had no doubts. No one else could be so skilled, so strong a hunter that even he could not catch her, that he could watch in awe as she fearlessly dove off the edge of his realm and freed herself from his Hunt, returned herself to Nirn a victor. He knew then, all those many mortal years ago, he had to have her.

He had waited for her to come to him, even after he had made her the Huntress and offered her a place at his side, of being his Champion. There were traditions. Expectations. Things his kin expect from a Hunter, and the nature of his Champions. She’d proven herself better than prey, better than a lowly hare, better than the rest. She had denied him, refused his bed and refused his gift. He had accepted it.

He had patience.

In the end, she had given herself willingly to him, as she did now and everyday before or after, asked him for relief one cold night, and he had obliged.

His hand drifted lower, gently prying her thighs apart, though she moved of her own accord. Habit. Still, she sighed when he dragged a finger through the wetness pooling at her tight heat.

He let out a satisfied hum, rumbling in his chest.

So, so good for him.

No, not his prey. Not anymore. But still his. His Champion. All his.

He found the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, pressed and languidly circled it. She leant further back against him, head hitting his torso. How he’d love to fist in her dark hair, drive her down onto his hand and make her scream for him. His cock was hard, leaking for her in anticipation. But here, he was god; he could last for as long as he wanted to, could wait forever. Could tease and nip until she begged him for release.

He kept his pace light, even as he brought his other hand up to her bare chest, grazing over her pebbled nipple and making her gasp. He left a claiming mark at her shoulder, sharp teeth nibbling the scarred skin.

‘Hircine…’ she whined, hand gripping his thigh as she started to grind her hips into his hand. Tutting, he abandoned her chest and held her still. A pleasing, little sound caught in her throat.

‘Tell me what it is that is bothering you,’ he said against her skin. She’d come back from the mortal realm agitated, and he couldn’t have that. He started circling her entrance with a finger, all while keeping pressure on her clit. A reminder of the prize when she talked.

But she shook her head. ‘N-nothing,’ she said, her voice deliciously breathless. ‘Please, Hircine—’

Displeased, he sank his teeth into her shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to make her shudder and still like a kit. ‘I don’t like it when you lie to me, little hare.’

He hadn’t called her that in oh so long, but the surprised whimper she produced because of it made him reconsider its undue retirement.

He wouldn’t give her his fingers, let alone his cock, if she didn’t tell him. It would pain him to leave her wanting, but such was the game. It was a dirty trick, coaxing it out of her with the promise of release, but he had no qualms with it. She used her own tricks on him often enough. Prying information from her like this was a chase, a hunt all in itself. Almost as good as actually chasing her.

‘I—’ she stuttered when he pinched her clit, rolling it between his thumb and his forefinger. The thought of her clenching around nothing made him twitch. She tried again, even against the pain turned pleasure of his ministrations, heat blooming high on her cheekbones. ‘I—ah—I saw S-Sanguine’s Champion today.’

‘What did he want?’ he asked, slightly edgily. The last thing he wanted on his Champion’s mind in their bed was that waste.

‘He—’ she swore, a vulgar, mortal word once popular, when he increased his pace just a fraction, ‘—he said Sanguine wants to meet with you. To talk. I swear, that was it.’

Hm. A deserved reward. He let her cant her hips up into his hand, searching for the friction he refused her, returning to his previous effort at her perfect tits. Soon, he’d wrap his lips around them, have her legs around his waist as he snapped into her.

The new rhythm made her keen, her back arching beautifully. She knew better than to let go, to come without his say-so, or even to move his hand herself to where she wanted it. She kept her own firmly planted on his thighs, clutching when he moved his fingers just right.

‘And in return for this message,’ he said, right into the shell of her ear, ‘what did he want?’

‘Hircine—!’ she panted, face tightening with each flick of his fingers.

His touch only became more insistent. He did so love it when she was desperate for him. Only for him did she do this. She’d never get on her knees for anyone else. Never had. To his unending delight, he’d had her maidenhead too.

Seeing that he wouldn’t relent, she said, ‘I didn’t ask—he—I told him he owed me a favour.’

He bit at her earlobe. ‘Is that all?’

In a choked yes, he gets his answer.

‘You’ve been so good for me, my little hare.’ He pushed a single finger into her slowly, savouring how she gushed and groaned. ‘I think you’ve earnt your prize, don’t you?’

‘Please, Hircine. I’ve been so good.’

He nuzzled against her neck, inhaling the scent of her which sat so strongly there, just where her blood was closest to the surface of her skin. He hummed against her, relishing the slight resistance as she struggled to accommodate a second finger.

‘All this,’ he murmured, ‘just for me?’

She nodded feverishly, her face twisting as he sank knuckle-deep and pulled out, only to plunge back in again, her soaked cunt greedily taking him.

‘Just for you,’ she whimpered. ‘Promise.’

Even he couldn’t stop himself letting out a growl of approval.

He gave her her release quickly, needing her to finish, to be as wet as she could get, before he could take her properly. She squeezed his fingers, squirmed and writhed so much that he had to wrap his legs over hers to keep her exactly where he wanted her. His Champion came, pressed against him, thighs shaking, with his name a plea on her tongue. Her head was thrown back against his shoulder and he claimed her moans with a brutal kiss, shoving his tongue into her open, wanting mouth as he fucked his fingers into her.

Barely letting her come down, still with her barely aware, Hircine pulled out of her abruptly. The sound of displeasure she made was lost as he hauled her onto her back and climbed on top of her.

Hircine hiked her hips up and pushed her knee down so he could get deep inside her. So when he came, his cum would spill into her cervix.

The sight flashed before him as though it were some vision of the future. Her, swollen with his pups, breasts heavy with milk for his kin. He knew that if she allowed him to, he would keep her so full of him.

He needed to ask the question…

Or would she just let him?

She hooked her arms around his neck, half-lidded eyes meeting his gaze as she pulled him down and crashed her lips against his. Equally as claiming. Brutal as one could manage to a Prince. She coaxed her tongue into his mouth while she lifted her leg and pressed her heel into his back, forcing his cock to catch at her entrance as she pushed him down.

They each hissed at the contact, and though he could easily take her, push into her sensitive, swollen, perfect cunt and make her shout his name, break her, split her, do as he pleased, he had to ask.

He pulled away, his hand on her knee, stopping the little movements she made to give herself the slightest bit of friction.

‘Tell me you want it,’ he ground out.

He controlled much in his realm, but he could not force his seed to take root in her womb. Not even if she wanted him to.

‘Please.’

Her name, her old name, the one that no one but she and he remembered anymore, slipped from his lips in a groan before he could stop it. If she wanted him to, he’d chant it like a prayer, like he were the worshipper, and she the goddess.

A sharp intake of breath, then she nodded.

‘For how long?’ he asked. How long are you fertile?

She replied quietly, ‘A few more days.’

They’d never avoided this period in her cycle—but they had never tried before. Talked about it, yes. Teased each other with the possibility. Used it in bed for pure pleasure. But he was asking—seriously asking.

It was spur of the moment, heated and reckless, but the yes, sighed into the dusk, passed her lips. He wasted no time in kissing her as he entered her, swallowing a gasp of pain or pleasure, pushing in until their hips were flush, he was buried to the hilt, and she had taken every inch of him. Even after all these years, she needed time to adjust. Perhaps it hurt still.

He remembered that she struggled the first time. She had bled, whimpered. He had soothed her for a time, until the burn turned liquid, and he could move with intent. For her again, he railed against every instinct, his nature, against every screaming thought in his head to take, to chase his own pleasure and damn hers. To push her until he could do whatever he wished with or without her agreement.

He waited and it pained him. The feeling thrashed against his ribs. Even as she sighed and squeezed and clenched around him so gorgeously. Even as the heady scent of her arousal made him go light-headed. Even as his cock twitched inside her as he felt how warm, how drenched she was for him, as always.

Even though they had done this thousands of times before and he knew exactly the moment when she would start to move against him, that it was soon and surely a few seconds before she was ready would not be so bad.

Then she bucked into him and jolting pleasure racketed through him.

She cried out so prettily when he pulled out and snapped back in, like she had not grown accustomed to being with him.

Such was impossible, of course.

She began to match his pace, meeting him stroke for stroke. Only when his hand once again found purchase on her clit again did she falter. He delighted in watching her lose all sense, relished the wanton moans and the sound of skin smacking skin, the slick ease of the movement, the mesmerising sight of him disappearing inside her.

He would live here, between her thighs, giving her as much as she could take, filling her again and again and again.

He groaned as she gripped at him, her hand finding steady purchase upon the antlers atop his head, and her moaning grew into pitched panting. There was no need for her to tell him when she was close; he could feel her. So warm. So wet. Tight and clenching and quivering beneath him. She belonged here. He belonged here. Nothing else could truly be worth all the time in his endless existence but this.

He sped his punishing pace, sucked harsh marks into her neck until she toppled over the edge and came again. The sound was so sweet he knew he’d never get tired of it.

As her head tipped back, he captured her lips, eager to pull himself right to his climax with her as her walls tightened and fluttered around his aching cock. Knowing his goal, she carded her hand through his hair and tugged.

With a broken shout, he spilt into her, pushing as deep as he could go until she yelped, painting her insides with hot steams of his seed.

And then she hissed. A sharp, pained, delicious sound.

This was the part they had only ever discussed.

He pushed his knot inside her, held her where she was while he grew, keeping his movements going as much as he could to help with the sting. This was more than she’d ever had before, and the wince on her face showed it.

He opened his mouth but she shook her head. Gripping his arm, she said decisively, ‘No, I’m fine. Just… you’re big and it hurts.’

Though her discomfort settled in him shakily, it would have been a lie to say he didn’t feel good. Oh so, so good. This felt right, like it was how things should be. He’d finished, full girth inside her and now, with her tight walls clasped around him, he couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to, and he didn’t. None of him would leak out of her. She was absolutely, totally full of him.

‘You’ll adjust,’ he said gruffly, his breath hitching as he felt her clench down involuntarily, still working her way through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Slightly, he shifted on top of her so he could comfort her with gentle touches, but she wasn’t ready for him to move. She grimaced at the tug.

No apologies. Pain was the price.

Still, he wanted to move inside her, to push his cum up into her womb. To have her come again, squeeze around him to see if he released everything he had already.

‘You’re doing so well,’ he whispered against her lips. Just as she kissed back, he dared to roll his hips as much as he could while he was locked inside her, and he was rewarded with a needy, little whine. ‘Such a good girl,’ he cooed, ‘letting me take you like this. So stuffed with me. I’m going to keep you like this,’ he said, earning him the kind of ravenous mewl you got from bitches in heat. He laughed lowly. ‘You like that? Me breeding you? Being swollen with my pups so everyone knows you’re mine?’

She nodded dumbly. He’d never seen her so submissive. He needed to knot her more, it seemed.

As often as she would let him.

‘How—how long?’ she asked him hoarsely, huffing as she tried to close her legs. Jammed between her thighs, he was free to keep up his tentative movements.

‘A little while,’ he said. ‘Give me one more, pretty hare.’ Her eyes widened. ‘Just one more’

She was so oversensitive that just the drag of his cock and pressing pad of his thumb against her clit made her come again with a desperate moan. And he was right there with her, releasing as much as he could into her, to the point where he could see where his twitching length distended her stomach.

Maybe it was cruel, but he pressed down, made her claw at his wrist until the pain turned to sweet, sweet pleasure once again and she begged him to stop.

Still hard inside her, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into his lap, careful not to jostle her and make it so his knot pulled at her fluttering cunt. She buried her face against his neck, sighing in relief as the change of position let her sit on him and loosened the pressure on her. He caressed her hair, but even that made her groan softly. He was still emptying himself inside her a little. He kissed her brow, getting her to look up with a heavy gaze.

‘I’m okay,’ she said, offering him a tired smile which made his heart clench in his chest. ‘Even if you’re a bastard,’ she added.

He huffed a laugh. She rested her hands on his chest and leant against him, closing her eyes as she tended to when they were done for the night. If she slept, it would make it easier for her.

‘Just a little while longer,’ he assured her, swiping his hands over her back and rubbing at her hips rhythmically, attempting to get her to relax. Gradually, he heard her breathing start to even out. ‘Just a little while…’

When she had fully sagged against him, her head pressed against the crook of his neck, he slipped his hand between them and carefully, slowly, rubbed circles against her swollen clit. Her delectable, quiet sigh made heat sear through him.

In response, she clenched around him weakly and he released into her again, as much as he could. He would keep going, again and again and again, until he was satisfied that his seed would take. She would be so good for him, letting him keep her so full that she had to have been whelped. She was almost asleep, utterly spent, and Hircine allowed it. When she woke again, they would still be tied, so it hardly mattered.