My sweet Deadra
My sweet Deadra
It was with a sigh that the young Kahjiit put the Soul Gem back into the pocket of his apprentice robes and removed the pendant from the stand. He was starting to get frustrated. No matter what happened, the stupid Altar of Enchantment was not doing what he wanted it to.
"Getting frustrated again?" Delmar, the Redguard said with a smirk on his face as he walked up behind the Kahjiit. The Kahjiit was of typical feline build. Tallish, and slim, but defined muscles showed even through the green robes that he wore.
"Why does the Mages council insist that the Altar of Enchantments can enchant any item to do as you wish, yet I cannot make them?" Aleron said, looking at the smug smile of the Redguard in the white robes.
"What Soul Gem are you using?" he asked.
Aleron sighed.
"I'm trying to enchant this jewelled pendant with a Grand Soul Gem, but the dam altar refuses to give me the spell that I want to work with" he said with a low growl as he kicked the altar with his foot, but only succeeded in making his toes ache.
Delmar smirked at the mage apprentice as he hopped on one foot.
"Is the Soul Gem full?" he asked.
"Yes, it is full" Aleron said to him, leaning against the wall as he rubbed his foot. "I managed to capture the soul of a Deadra Spider that was running around, and it filled it to capacity."
"Well, then perhaps the problem lies not in the Soul Gem, but perhaps the item itself?" Delmar suggested to him. "A pendant does not offer much choice for spells to be embued within them" he said. "What are you trying to put on the pendant?" he asked, looking curious.
Aleron sighed. He didn't want to tell him. But, Delmar was a higher official within the Mages Guild within the Imperial city, and he had to answer any questions he asked.
"It took me a long time to manage to master the skill of Conjuration. It's about all I can manage to cast. I wanted to enchant my pendant so that when I wear it, a monster gets summoned until I take it off. I want to try something small before I try what I really want" he said to Delmar. The Redguard nodded to the sandy coloured Kahjiit. He could see the problem.
"Aleron, the altar of enchantments does not enchant any items to conjur any of Oblivions beasts" he said, but without suppressing a grin of amusement on his face. It was common amongst many newcomers, and current members of the Mages guild, to expect that the altars of enchant could enchant any spell on anything.
"You're kidding me right?" Aleron said to him, giving him a look of disbelief. Delmar shook his head with a small smile, as the Kahjiit went on a rant about the altars.
The sun was starting to set as Aleron left the Chrinoasium and headed towards the Mage Guild Quarters. His throat was slightly sore after yelling at Delmar for so long. However, he was thankfull that Delmar found it amusing and didn't report him to Archmage Hannibal Traven. Yelling at a mage higher up then him could cost him the current level of Conjuror he was on. He would most likely get demoted.
As he headed around the curved grounds of the Mages guild, Alerons ears twitched as he heard heavy footsteps. Looking above the central level that ran around the mages tower in the middle of the grounds, he could see several of the Battle Mage guards heading towards the front gate. They were easy to identify from the legion armour they wore, and the blue hood on their heads.
Curiosity getting the better of him, he decided to follow and see what the fuss was about. After all, if they were after someone, it was always fun to watch them in action. And usually the bad guy carried interesting items that were always available to be picked up from anyone that was nearby.
He crouched along the ground and went up the steps to the central level and headed towards the gates the guards had gone through. Casting a quick Chameleon spell over himself to hide in the darkness, but it would not last long.
"I need to see Arch Mage Traven."
Aleron paused, barely visible in shadows of the dying light. His breath caught in his throat and his heart thudded. He knew that voice. It belonged to Him.
He didn't not know the name, nor the race. His face was always hidden behind the black hood that he wore. For some reason, he favoured the black robe and hood, and no-one ever saw his face. But his legacy was known around Cyrodiil. The Hero of Kvatch, and the newest member of the Mages guild. What could he possibly want to see the Arch Mage for?
"Of course, Associate" the battle mages said as they stepped aside and let the Hero walk into the tower through the front doors.
The only way to find out was to follow him as he walked into the Mages tower. Aleron quickly ducked into the side door behind the gates of the guild and just managed to catch the Hero using the warpad on the ground floor. His spell wore off then, and he quickly recasted it as he stepped onto the warpad himself.
He found himself in the Councils Chamber, and the Hero was already talking to the ArchMage. Hannibal Traven was barely two feet away in his blue robes, but thankfully his back was turned as Aleron ducked behind the large table in the middle of the room. He could already feel his spell wear off as he crept under the table on all fours. Making sure he was hidden entirely, he allowed the spell to wear off as he strained to listen to the conversation at hand.
"You are certain?" Traven asked.
"Of course I am. The Dark Fissure is silent. The Necromancers are dead, so none of them are talking" the Hero said. Alerons ears perked. Did the Hero really kill a cave full of Necromancers?
"But what proof do you have of what they were planning?" Traven asked. From the tone of his voice, he was worried.
Aleron risked a peak from around the table as he saw the Hand something to the Archmage. It looked like a parchment, and something that went 'Clink'. Traven gasped.
"These...These are...."
"They are Black Soul Gems" the Hero said. "That note is the recipe for them. I made those gems myself. I had to make sure the recipe worked. And they are full."
Black Soul Gems? Aleron felt his interest rise. Black Soul Gems were used by Necromancers. They were banned in the Mages Guild, for they could capture what the Grand Soul Gems could not. Human Souls. That meant that they were more powerfull then Grand Soul gems.
"I see...I see" Traven said with a nod, placing the parchment into his robe pocket, but placing the Black Soul Gems on the table. Aleron could hear them rock back and forth barely an inch above his head. "The Coucil will need to decide on what action we will take. Rest easy, Associate. You have done well" Traven said.
Aleron watched as two pairs of robes, one black and one blue walked in opposite directions in front of his view, and they both disappeared on the teleportation pads. One heading down, and one heading upwards.
Aleron made sure that the Councils Chamber was silent before he dared breath. Barely an inch above him were the most powerful Soul Gems available. He started to pant a little as he realised that Traven had left them unguarded, and no-one else knew they were there. From the clink that they made in Travens hand, there had to have been two, maybe more. That meant, all he would need was possibly one.
Aleron settled onto his knees, letting him use his hands as he was almost able to sit back under the table. He could feel a stirring in his crotch. He smiled to himself as he ran his hand slowly over the growing bulge in his robe, starting to purr a little. He could feel a pleasant tingle through his loins as he spread his legs under the table, leaning forward a little. He was one step closer to fulfilling his goal, of seeing Xivali.
He closed his eyes as he continued to stroke his growing erection through his robes as he remembered the night he met him.
"I did it. I finally mastered Conjuration" Aleron shouted happily as he jumped for joy in the Guilds Practice Rooms in front of the large circular straw target. One of the other Mage Apprentices, a dark skinned Argonian turned and smiled at him.
"I am happy for you" Darnizz said in the growling voice of his kind as he could not help but chuckle at how happy the cat person looked. Behind the dancing Kahjiit, the hulking lizard demon, the Deadroth, faded from view, almost as soon as it was summoned.
"I finally reached the last level" Aleron said, still smiling happily and bouncing on his feet. The argonian could see how excited the Kahjiit was. Not many mages ever reached the Master Rank in any of the magickal attributes.
"So, what will you be doing with your newfound skills?" Darnizz asked, turning to look at the bouncing Kahjiit. Aleron smiled, still bouncing on his feet. He could hardly contain the excitement inside him.
"I'm going to go to Edgars Discount Spells in the Market District, and buy that scroll he's had behind the counter for me" he said as he landed on his right foot the wrong way and fell over onto his backside.
"That must've hurt" Darnizz said, wincing a little as he watched Aleron get up.
"A little" Aleron admitted, rubbing his backside with a small wince before grinning again. "I'll see you later" he said, quickly running for the door.
"Wait, what spell are you after?" Darnizz asked, hoping to get the answer before he ran off.
"A Deadra Lord" was the answer as the door slammed shut behind the running kahjiit.
The Deadra were the inhabitants of the realm of Oblivion. They resembled normal people, except they had dark skin, horns on their head and wore blood covered armour. Lately, the Deadra, under the control of the demon harbringer Lord Daghon and his convent, the Mythic Dawn, had been opening portals between the realm of Oblivion and Cyrodiil. Very few had seen a Deadra and survived, but if they were summoned through the Mastered Conjuration, they were under the service of whoever summoned them, be they good or evil.
And now Aleron could finally summon the Deadra Lord that he had only heard about in rumours. Particularly those surrounding the Hero of Kvatch, who had actually gone into the realm of Oblivion and shut the portal down.
Aleron ran through the Imperial districts until he managed to get into the Market sector. Speeding across the street as fast as his legs would allow him, he wrenched open the door to Edgars Discount Spells and almost tumbled in.
"Welcome to Edgars.....What in the world are you in such a hurry for?" Edgar said, looking over his counter at the Kahjiit.
"I'm...here....for my....scroll...." Aleron said, panting heavily as he tried to regain his breath as he managed to stand up.
"Ah yes, your summoning scroll. I have it right here" Edgar said, retrieving a leather pouch from under his counter. "Actually, there's two here, so you get a bonus one. Must've been a mix up with the order. Lucky for you" he said.
"How much?" Aleron said, looking excited. Two scrolls? This was his lucky day.
"100 gold. Each" Edgar said to him. Aleron smiled. That was nothing. He knew of boring books that costed ten times as much as he hurriedly emptied his pockets of the gold coins. As soon as Edgar handed him the scroll, Aleron unscrolled it and looked it over.
"This is the wrong one" he said, looking at Edgar. "What the heck is a Xivali? This is supposed to be a Deadra scroll. And this is a one time cast" he said. One time casts were a type of scroll that you could only cast once, then you had to buy another to use the same spell. "I wanted the permanent spell."
"This is a discount spell shop" Edgar said with a smirk. "I sell cheap spells. You should know that" he said with a smirk as Aleron grabbed the other scroll and left the shop in a huff. He loved his business.
Aleron sat on the bed, thinking hard about his situation. He had rented a room in the King and Queen Tavern in the Talos Plaza district, and that was where he was. He had stripped down to his underpants and sat on the bed for the past hour. He usually thought better that way.
"What is a Xivali anyway?" he thought to himself. Maybe it was a type of Deadra? But, he had never heard of them before. Not even in rumours. And he only had two scrolls.
"Maybe I should just see what it is, and if it's dangerous, I'll go tell Arch Mage Traven" he decided. After all, he had paid good gold for it.
He picked up one scroll and read the inscription inside it. The page vibrated a little before disappearing. He was now armed with the spell. All he had to do, was cast it.
"Alright, here I go" he said to himself as he raised his hand and opened it, his palm glowing slightly. The summoning cloud appeared in front of him, and a form began to take shape.
This was no deadra. It looked like one, but its skin was dark brown and he had long hair. His body rippled with muscles, and he wasn't wearing any armour, only a long loincloth wrapped around his waist. He was taller then Aleron and had deep intense eyes. In his right hand he carried a huge warhammer. But he was holding it with one hand instead of two.
Aleron could not speak. This was comepletely unexpected.
"Why have you summoned me?" the summoned being said, staring at Aleron. His voice...it sounded so different from his appearance. It was soft, and deep. It made Alerons ears twitch as though velvet had been slowly rubbed the right way over his ears.
"Wh...what are you? Are you a Deadra?" Aleron asked, starting to shake a little. He was starting to get scared.
"I am a Xivali. A higher deadra from Oblivion. What have you summoned me for?" the Xivali said.
"I......wanted to see you" the kahjiit said, starting to cower. He had summoned Deadra Spiders, Flame Atronauchs and Clannfear runts. Even the hulking Deadroth, but he had never been scared of them before this. What had the gotten into?
"You wanted to see me? Is that all?" the Xivali said, not looking pleased. He was a warrior from Oblivion. He was born to fight, not amuse.
"Y...yes" Aleron said, quivering more as he saw the Xivali move towards him. He let out a small squeal as the Deadra warrior placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back against the wall, pinning him there.
"Is that all? Don't you know what to do with me?" The Xivali said as he brought his face close to the Kahjiits. Aleron whimpered as he stared into the Xivalis eyes for a moment before closing his, afraid to look.
He opened them again when he felt the Xivalis lips press against his. All fear inside of him was replaced with confusion as he heard the heavy warhammer hit the ground with a loud thud, cracking the wooden floor. The Xivalis now free hand slowly ran up the Kahjiits leg, tracing along the muscles before he got the cats crotch, which he gently squeezed.
"I can think of something to do" the Xivali said with a low murr in his voice, a smile creeping across his face as he kissed the Kahjiit again, getting the cat to moan as he rubbed his crotch. Aleron could feel his body react to the touch and the Xivali quickly felt a hard object through the soft cloth.
"You...you would mate me?" Aleron asked starting to run his hands over the Xivalis muscled chest. Glancing down, he could see a bulge forming in the loincloth in front of him. It looked very big.
"Well, you do happen to be cute, half naked and have no idea what to do with me" the Xivali said with a grin as he ran his tongue over the Kahjiits lips and across his face, keeping him pinned with his hand and ripping the loincloth away from Alerons body. The Kahjiits growing erection sprang free and into the Xivalis waiting hand. "What is your name?" the Xivali asked with a smile.
"A...Aleron" was the reply as the Kahjiit hesitantly began to undo the loincloth in front of him. As it fell down the Xivlis muscular legs, he could not help but gasp at the Xivalis cock. Aleron was of a decent size himself, but the Xivali was enourmous. Aleron found he could not even wrap his fingers around the dick, and the shaft had to be at least twelve inches long.
"You can call me Xivali" Xivali said as he started to stroke the Kahjiits growing erection, feeling it pulse in his hand. His voice was like velvet to him. "Are you ready my little cat? We do not have much time" he said.
"We...we don't?" Aleron asked, not believing him for a moment.
"I'm afraid not" Xivali said, looking slightly sad himself. "Your spell only summoned me for a limited time, and we don't have much of it" he said. Aleron suddenly found the deadras strong arms pick him up from under his armpits and carry him easily over to the bed as though he was nothing. Aleron could not help but purr. Xivali was so strong.
As he stretched out onto the bed and the two of them took a moment to gaze at the others body, Aleron spread his legs and moved his tail away from under him. He wanted this. He always had.
Although he had never planned on mating with a deadra, he had wanted to mate with a male for so long. Females had no interest to him, but the males, they were so beautiful. Each species unique in their shape and form, but Aleron had always been too afraid to ask for a night with one.
All he could do was sneak peaks at the males in the Mages Guild as they changed in the living quarters and stoke himself under the blankets when everyone else had fallen asleep. Some rumours were spread that the beggars in the streets would offer their tails to the one with the gold, but Hannibal Traven had made it perfectly clear that any Guild member that did such a thing would be expelled permanently.
But here and now, Aleron could have his wish. His door was locked, it was late at night, and Xivali was all his. Reaching his hands under his legs, he slowly spread them and his buttcheeks as well, showing himself to his lover.
"Please Xivali" he purred, looking up at the Deadra and the hard cock that was in front of him. "Please, take me as yours" he purred.
"As you wish, my little Aleron" Xivali said as he crawled slowly ontop of the Kahjiit and kissed him gently on the lips. He reached under him and stroked his cock for a moment, feeling his hot pre cover his fingers.
"Mmmm, my little kitty is such a hot little kitty" Xivali said with a smile to him as he reached between the Kahjiits rear and started to rub at his tailhole. Aleron moaned deeply as he felt the fingers on his pucker.
"Oh Xivali" Aleron moaned as he relaxed his tailhole, starting to feel the fingers enter him slowly. He could actually feel the fingers start to spread him open as he moaned.
Xivali smiled. He did not often get the change to take a male. Although there were no laws forbidding the mating between males of their kind, the Deadra were always battling and fighting to do anything but. But here and now was his chance, and from how tight the Kahjiit felt, he had to be virgin. How lucky was Xivali to have this chance.
"Do you want me kitty?" he asked, licking his tongue slowly over the Kahjiits face. As Aleron felt the tongue on his face, he met the tongue with his own and started to tongue wrestle with him for a moment, moaning as the fingers began to enter him more.
"Oh Xivali...I want you so badly" Aleron moaned as he squeezed his tailhole around the intruding fingers. Xivali smiled. If he had longer, he could stretch it out, but he had to take his chance now before he faded away. And every moment that he spent with the moaning Kahjiit turned him on even more. His cock was now dribbling his thick pre down his shaft like a small river.
"Alright then kitty. I will take you" he said with a smile, removing his fingers from the Kahjiits tailhole and replaced it with his large cock, starting to push forward.
Aleron arched his back as he felt the large cock push its way into him. He could feel it stretch himself open as he squeezes himself down on the huge cock. He started to pant as he felt himself get full. He had never felt something like this before, and he was loving every minute of it.
"There we go" Xivali said as his hips hit Alerons, his cock fully embedded within his lovers tight rear. He could feel the Kahjiits insides tighten around his cock like an iron gauntlet, and he was as warm as a fire inside. "Mmm, you feel soo good kitty" Xivali said with a smile on his dark handsome face.
'I did it. I took all of him' Aleron thought, his mind saying praise to him as he realised what his lover said. He could feel every inch inside of him, that hard hot cock throbbing deep inside of him. His own cock throbbed as Xivalis cock rubbed against an area in his rear, and he moaned as pleasure rocketed through him.
"Now I will take you" the Deadra said as he started to hump at his lover. Aleron felt Xivalis hips leave his own before thumping back against his, the huge cock starting to drive itself into him. He felt every inch of the huge cock pass through his tight ring until the head remained buried inside of him before it plunged its way back into the hilt.
"Ohh...my little kitty is so tight" Xivali murred as he grabbed the Kahjiits legs and pushed back on them, making Alerons rear rise up to meet his thrusts as he pushed his way into the tight rear. He had to be a virgin to be this tight, by Lord Daghon was the Kahjiit tight. And somewhere inside of him, he felt happy to be his first.
"Oh Xivali, your so big" Aleron moaned, his own cock throbbing heavily as he felt the huge cock inside of him push its way into him Glancing at his own cock , he saw that he was leaking his pre like a river onto his stomach. The very sight turned him on even more as he squeezed himself around the huge cock that was driving its way into him. "Oh Xivali, take me. I'm yours" he moaned out loud as he was rocked back and forth under the Deadras strong thrusts.
"Yes my little kitty...your all mine " Xivali growled as he placed his hungry lips onto the kahjitts and kissed him deeply, still thrusting his hard cock in and out of the tight rear. He could feel his heavy balls start to boil, meaning he was already close.
"Oh my little Aleron" he moaned, starting to thrust harder. "I'm going to fill you up. Do you want it?" he growled, pressing down more on the Kahjiits legs until they almost touch his shoulders.
"By the Nine, I want it" Aleron cried out as he could not contain himself as his Kahjiit cock began to pulse and thick ropes of his seed began to fly out onto his stomach. He cried out in pleasure as cock throbbed and his climax coated him stomach almost completely white.
Xivali saw his lover get coated in his own seed and the squeeze around his cock took him over the edge. Growling heavily he could not hold back himself and cried out as well as his thick cock began to shoot his seed into the Kahjiits tight rear. His thick seed poured like a river into the inner walls of Aleron and continued to empty himself for a while before he let go of Alerons legs and collapsed ontop of him, almost out of breath and covered in a fine layer of sweat.
"Oh Xivali" Aleron moaned as he wrapped his body tiredly around his lovers, feeling the thick seed inside of him start to leak out of his tailhole around the thick cock inside of him. He could not believe what he had just done, but he wouldn't change it for the world.
"You were wonderfull, my little Aleron" Xivali said with a smile, as he wrapped his arms around the Kahjiit and softly kissed him on the lips.
"I love you" Aleron whispered as he broke the kiss. He knew why he said it, and he did not care that he was in love with a summoned creature. Xivali had given him what no-one else had given, and he did not want to lose it.
"I love you too, Aleron" Xivali said. He voice was like velvet. It was strange for a Xivali to fall in love, but he still had a heart that beat, and it beat for his kitty now.
Aleron smiled, but that smile faded as Xivali did. He did not believe it at first. He could not be gone. He faded like every other summoned being did when their time ran out. He just...vanished without a trace. He was gone.
"Xavili" Aleron cried out, sitting up and looking around. But his lover was gone. The time was up. Aleron felt a stickyness around his rear and he slowly ran a finger underneath him. He moaned a little at how tender his tailhole felt, and he slipped a finger inside of him, feeling the thick hot seed drip around his finger. That was all that was left of his lover.
Tears started to trickle underneath his eyes and they slowly dripped down his cheeks as he collapsed onto his side and hugged the pillow on his bed, starting to cry for the lover that he lost.
Aleron opened his eyes and looked beneath the table. He was stroking himself in the Councils room, although for how long he didn't know. What was he doing? Inches above his head lay the solution to his problem, and he was crouching under the table stroking himself?
Getting himself out from under the table, Aleron glanced around again to make sure the Councils chamber was empty. He quickly got to his feet and looked on the table. There they were. The black crystals known as Black Soul Gems. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed them both and ran to the warp pad. He had no time to lose.
Aleron stood in front of the Altar of Enchantment, his heart hammering in his chest. It was still late in the night, and thankfully the Chrinoasium was empty and Delmar was in bed upstairs. It was with a trembling hand that he placed the Black Soul Gem onto the stand. For a moment it did nothing, then it glowed darkly. It was working. It was actually working.
He quickly took the jewelled pendant from his pocket, and, after looking at it for just a moment, he placed it on the stand as well. The pendant glowed after a moment or two. So far so good.
Then, with his hand shaking like mad, Aleron slowly withdrew the scroll from his pocket.
When he had finally stopped crying in the rented room in the inn, he had gotten dressed and started to set about seeing Xivali again. Edgar was no help at all. He had found the scrolls in his basement, and had no idea why there were there. He refused point blanc to help any further, and that was the last time Aleron shopped there.
The Mage guild library had no information about it at all, and even Hannibal Traven, (When asked delicately without revealing everything) had no idea how to summon a Xivali. Let alone knew what one was.
It was only through Enchantment could Aleron see his love again. Ever since that day, he had never used the scroll at all, or let it out of his sight or possession at any one time. And now he had his chance.
"It's either this, or I go through an Oblivion gate and put my life at risk" he said to no-one in particular as he unscrolled the parchment. With butterflies in his stomach and his heart hammering in his chest, he absorbed the spell. As the scroll vanished, he knew that if it went wrong, there would be no hope left.
"Please, Divine Nine" he prayed out loud as he stretched his hand out. "Allow me to be reunited with the one I love again" he finished saying as he cast the spell onto the pendant.
For a moment, nothing happened, and Aleron thought that it had failed. That he had failed. It had been for nothing. He was doomed to remember that one night he had spent with Xivali, and soon his memories would become warped and faded until he couldn't remember them anymore.
Just as a tear began to trickle down his cheek, the Altar shone with a dark light. Aleron brought his hands up against his face to shield himself from the bright dark light, and a wind picked up from the Altar. When it died down and he was able to see again, the pendant on the Altar was glowing.
"Did it...did it work?" Aleron asked, hesitantly reaching for the pendant. Did it really? If it did, that meant...
With a trembling hand, he picked the pendant up, and slowly snapped it around his neck. He could feel how warm it was, and felt a tingle run down his spine as he let go. The pendant felt heavy, and he could have sworn that it throbbed. Did that mean that it worked?
He felt a hand press against his rear and a mouth breath warm soft breath into his ear.
"Did my little kitty miss me?" the familiar voice said. Aleron could have sworn that his heart stopped as he felt the warm strong arms wrap around him, and he felt like a huge weight had been removed from him.
"I did Xivali. I missed you so much" he whispered, tears starting to drip down his cheeks as they leaked from his eyes. It had finally happened. He was finally with his lover.
"I missed you too, Aleron" Xivali said as he turned his lovers face towards his own and kissed him on the lips in a deep tender kiss that made the Kahjiit purr.
His voice sounded like velvet.