The Pact: Chapter 1
#1 of The Pact
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Ivan Lightfoot trudged toward the cold ruins in the far north of Solstheim. "Damn this wind!" he hissed beneath the thick scarf he wore around his neck and face; the Imperial was not suited to the island's freezing weather. He looked up to the dark sky, nearly blotted out by clouds and snow, "If you're lying about what's down there, I...I...brrr." He was to cold to finish. It didn't matter, he didn't really mean it. Even if the "treasure" deep within the ruins wasn't all that he'd been told, even if this had been a huge, celestial practical joke, he wouldn't stay mad; he would speak to her again. To take his mind off the cold he thought back to when he'd first been told of the prize, one beyond all value, that lay deep within the ruins...
-three months ago-
The thief kneeled down, hands clasped together and head bowed in prayer before the alter of his mistress. The shrine was a simple one in the south of Vvardenfell, a small cave with a few candles, the alter, and a small, rather crudely carved statue of the daedra. One wouldn't expect that a common thief would make a four thousand mile pilgrimage to such a place. But, then again, Ivan wasn't a common thief. He was a high ranking doyen of the thieves' guild and reported strait to the Grey Fox himself. He had stolen the dragon crown from the Imperial palace, the staff of shades from the Arcane University, and 140,000 septims (roughly $75k) from the Imperial treasury, all in the same night. But that wasn't the reason he was famous in the guild, infamous in the legion, and at the right hand of the Grey Fox.
His mistress, queen of shadows, mother of thieves, Nocturnal, had been what made him a legend. He spoke to her...and she spoke back. Although it was more common for daedra to speak to their worshipers than the gods, it was unheard of that any immortal should keep in contact with a mortal on a regular basis.
The contact had brought Ivan nothing but good fortune. While he didn't follow his mistress's advice without question, and certainly didn't go falling over himself please her, he usually did what she told him. Thus when Nocturnal suggested that he should go on a pilgrimage to Vvardenfell (where there where several shrines to her and the other daedra) he was suspicious but obedient.
And now here he was, in the middle nowhere, bowing before the shrine, till he heard the luscious voice he'd heard so many times before, "Ivan..." he looked up with a smile into the face of a Khajiit woman, dressed in a revealing black dress, and standing in a seductive pose, leaning against the alter. Ivan smiled wider.
"Whatever happened to that face," he gestured to the statue behind her, a tall human with black hair.
"I know what my favorite thief likes," the daedra responded playfully.
"Hah!" It was true, he did 'prefer' the cat-people to the rather plain females of his own race, even though he'd never acted on his urges. Yes, despite being richer than the emperor, surrounded by the loose woman of the thieves guild, and with long, dark hair and a figure exercised to perfection from years of acrobatics and theft, he was still a virgin. "So did you have me come all this way just so you could laugh at me? We could have done that back in Cyrodiil."
"Actually I brought you here so we could talk without the Grey Fox looking over your shoulder."
"I had safe houses."
"You know as well as I do that no wall nor door nor window can keep out the Grey Fox."
"True, but I can't honestly think of anything that you would have to say to me that would anger the Grey Fox."
"Oh, it's not about angering him. I'm worried that he'll be jealous."
"Jealous? Of what?"
"Of a great treasure, the greatest of all, one that I want none but you to have and that I don't want the Grey Fox to steal."
"Oh," she meant a job, "You want me to steal something."
"It's technically not stealing if it's a gift..."A gift? What did she...did she mean?! Oh, no she couldn't...but if she did...by the Nine if she did!
"And how would I go about 'obtaining' this 'gift?'"
"Well, you'll have to earn it. Start up north and we'll work our way from there." She purred...then turned and started walking back to the alter, as she always did before she disappeared.
"Huh?"
"Oh you mortals... Solstheim! The treasure is on the northern island of Solstheim off the north coast and I'll tell you more when you get there! By Vivec, I thought I was being obvious!"
"Oh..." he'd been right it was an object that she wanted him to have...and he'd thought that...
"You thought I meant sex didn't you?" he choked on empty air.
"I...uh...well...see...you said...treasure and uh...stealing and...uh not stealing...and...um...uhhh..."
"DIDN'T YOU!!!"
"I...yes."
She marched right up, backing him into a wall, grabbed him by the shoulders, looked him strait in the eye and...kissed him hard. He was shocked and even terrified until he realized that he wasn't dead, cursed, banished to some sickly place, or turned into a mudcrab. Realizing that he'd closed his eye's he opened them to see her still pressed up against him...and that they were both completely naked.
She rose up, holding his head between her furry breasts, "If you wanted some of this," she said with a smile, "all you had to do was ask."
They immediately partook in another passionate kiss. Ivan's hands seemed to be moving automatically, caressing her body, working their way down from her shoulders to her breasts to her pussy... but there they stopped, back under his control.
Nocturnal broke the kiss, "Well, what are you waiting for, you have to earn it."
It was again Ivan's turn to be embarrassed, "I...I don't know..."
"You don't know what?"
"I don't know...how can I put this politely...right I can't...I don't know how a woman...how a woman...gets off."
"Oh, that's right, you're still a virgin. Well we'll have to remedy that lack of knowledge," Ivan's vision blurred and suddenly he was staring...at himself, "Time to teach by example," Nocturnal said using his body, "now lay down over here" she said as she guided the disoriented Ivan to lay upon the alter, "and pay close attention" as she positioned herself between Ivan's new legs.
She reached down and fingered Ivan's pussy, causing him to moan in pleasure, his tail swinging back and forth in time to Nocturnal's actions, "Now it feels especially good if you rub the clit riiiight here!"
"Ohhhhh," Ivan knew that it wasn't real, that Nocturnal was only casting an illusion, but the fake body's instincts still over rid conscious thought and made him act like a horny khajiit female with a virile male pleasuring her. And, considering that the khajiit sex drive was over five times more powerful as a normal human's, that made the words that came out of his mouth next not at all shocking, "OH YESSSSS! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD! MY CUNT IS SO HOT! FUCK ME! FILL ME UP WITH YOUR BIG, HARD COCK AND GIVE ME CUBS!" Needless to say, Ivan was more than a little embarrassed beneath the surface, but he just couldn't stop screaming for more. "Oh well," he thought, "I guess I could either fight it and fail or sit back and enjoy it."
"And while the hand is good," Nocturnal continued on her monologue,"the tongue is even better."She said, crouching down and running her tongue over his swollen mound."
His moans turned into screams of ecstasy, and the words died away in the pleasure. He felt wave after wave of energy flowing from his crotch; feeling it get more and more intense until he reached the threshold and... his vision blurred again, and he was suddenly starring at a female khajiit's crotch, his tongue giving a final lick automatically to the wet snatch. He heard Nocturnal give a tremendous scream of pleasure and joy as the climax rocked through the khajiit body, its juices spewing into Ivan's mouth. He almost choked, surprised at the rapid change of positions, but managed to get down most of the fluid.
Nocturnal was still panting as he stood up and said coyly with a smirk, "Now is that really fair?"
Nocturnal gave him a wide smile.
"No I don't suppose it is, but I thought you might want your first mating climax to be a male's."
"And you wanted to mess with me a bit."
A pause, "Fair enough. You still up to the main event now that the foreplay's out of the way?" she asked, leaning back and spreading her legs wide again, her tail swaying sexily between them as she looked at him with those beautiful, predatory eyes.
"That was foreplay?"
"Get over here you!" He climbed on top of the alter with her and took her in his arms beneath him, "You know what to do..." he poked teasingly at her for a few minutes to re-lubricate her before slowly sinking into her wet pussy, "Ohhh Ivan!" she gasped as he hilted into her and began pulling out.
He started off slow and slowly built speed, making sure to brush against her clit with each thrust. His hands now new what they were doing as they ran up and down her furred body. He squeezed at he breasts every now and again and in between passionate kisses he licked and sucked at her tits. She was defiantly pulling her weight though. Her paws massaged his back and sides, the silky fur and leathery pads gliding over his skin, working out all the tension and stress he'd built up and unleashing enormous amounts of pleasure.
He was positive that they were both in heaven right now. His time inside the female body had taught him exactly what would make her body feel best, and his time spent exploring his own body told him how to balance that with actions that would also maximize his own pleasure, and the two weren't even close. Even so, they were both moaning within a few minutes and went on like that for what seemed like hours until, at last, she clenched around him, muzzle flying open with the scream of climax, her claws drawing blood from his back as she clung to him. The pain only seemed to enhance he own pleasure, and his bleeding back arched as he spewed his seed into her womb.
As he drifted off to sleep, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "The treasure lies in Solstheim. Upon the coldest glacier, of the highest mountain, you will find a door carved from ebony ore. You must enter and descend into the caves beyond into the darkest chamber you can find. There your gift waits. Do not dawdle my avatar. We will speak again when you arrive..."
Ivan's eyes snapped open. He was fully clothed, kneeling in front of the alter, hands together, head bowed. As usual, his visions were instantaneous, no time had passed. His whole body still tingled with afterglow, even if it hadn't been real, his body still felt like it had been. He grabbed his pack and hefted it, heading out of the small cave and north towards Khuul, hoping that some fisherman would ferry him to Solstheim. If the "treasure" was even half as good as the vision Nocturnal had given him, it would be well worth the journey...
-now-
"Worth the journey my ass!" Ivan hissed to himself as he scaled the side of the glacier. He'd traveled another thousand miles to get to Khuul, pay an outrageous sum to get a boat, talk every bloody Nord's ear off to get even a bit of information about the general location of the "coldest glacier, of the highest mountain," then he'd had to travel another hundred miles to get there, and now, he was having to scale a two-hundred-fifty foot shear drop of ice and dirt to get to the top of that glacier. "No treasure is worth this!"
Looking down on him from the sky, two daedra watched his progress.
"Well," Nocturnal said, "Is he not all I told you?"
The other daedra was silent for a moment, "He will do ...after a few... 'improvements.'"
"Don't forget! I get to 'improve' your follower as well."
"I understand the pact we made woman!" the daedra hissed underneath his deer-skull helmet, "I'll keep my end of the bargain!"
"Be sure you do. Now, don't you have a follower down in that glacier of yours to prepare for her 'reward for her loyal service.' Why did you tell her that? I don't feel good about tricking our most devout."
"This from the mistress of thieves? The queen of the shadows? The duchess of deception? You hypocritical little bitch! Besides, you know that they would never have shown up if we'd told them what we had planned! Now if you'll excuse me..." The antlered figure walked off into the clouds and disappeared.
Nocturnal sighed and looked sadly down at her favorite follower, "I hope Hircine doesn't change you too much..."