With the defeat of Harkon at the hands of the Dragonborn and the Dawnguard, the menace of the vampires in Castle Volkihar had been put to an end. Isran had been happy beyond measure. The ancient creature and his brood were no small threat to Skyrim. All the defenseless living who would ordinarily have been their prey, could now find reason to peacefully rest under the moon.

Though nobody could have guessed that the fiend’s daughter Serana would be of help in vanquishing him. The Dragonborn had found her by chance at Dimhollow Crypt on their first mission for the Dawnguard, and after slaying the vampire nest there, by chance showed her mercy even knowing what she was. And after escorting her to Castle Volkihar, home to the ancient evil Harkon, they thought that would be the last they would see of her.

Yet she would turn on her father. Isran had been slow to trust her, but when the news of Harkon’s death reached his ears, he knew that she had more than proven her worth. Nor was he disappointed to hear that she had turned on her own kind and her own kin. In that moment he could only see her as a friend.

But it was only momentary. The Dawnguard’s mission was to hunt vampires and she was still a creature of the night. And Harkon’s clan was not the only nest of the undead.

From what they knew, it was only a small faction, they might as well have been renegades. But what gave Isran cause for concern were reports that these vampires had learned how to breed on their own. That was all that was known, but for what little information it was, that was reason enough to take it seriously.

“I’ll go this one alone,” Isran said. “If there are more, they may strike our home or neighboring villages. If and when that happens, the Dawnguard will be needed.”

“Let me come along,” Serana said. “I know how vampires think.”

He had to fight a scowl creeping onto his face. Alone with her, it felt like the perfect opportunity to spring a trap. When previously offered the cure for her vampirism, she refused. Old hatreds died hard.

The whole of the Dawnguard were present for this meeting. They felt that crushing silence in those moments between the two of them. “Sir, you don’t have to...” Agmaer started.

“I told you boy, we’re not an army,” Isran said. “And if anyone should go, it should be me. Both to take care of these vermin and to make sure our dear friend is as loyal as she says she is.”

They left first thing next morning. Serana knew Isran was doing it to spite her, the bright sunlight hurt as much as it always did. Alone with him and the day’s harsh glare bearing into her, she kept her cowl over her head more than ever.

“Did you have a reason for keeping this information from us?” Isran said to Serana.

“I don’t know anything about these vampires,” she said right back to him. “Not that that would help. For all the people who wanted my father dead, there was plenty more backstabbing and conspiring amongst the different servants.”

“Backstabbing indeed.”

“What, you’re accusing me? After everything?”

“The threat clearly didn’t die with your father. Now’s your chance to prove me wrong.”

“Gladly.”

Following the directions their scouts gave them, it wasn’t long until they were at the nest. They hadn’t known what to expect, between Redwater Den, Dimhollow Crypt, and Castle Volkihar, vampires were just as diverse in their haunts as the living were. But they hadn’t expected a place that looked like an ordinary town either.

Still, both sensed that something was off about the place as soon as they got there. There was still daylight out when they got there, but dusk was soon setting in, and before long the vampires were out and about in the streets. Serana knew more than a few of them from Castle Volkihar, outcasts from Harkon’s ranks but vile nonetheless, and that cleared up the rest of her doubt.

The two set out to work at once. The initial commotion from the fighting woke up the rest of the vampires, and soon they were pouring out of the homes, both ready to take the Dawnguard’s leader as well as eliminate their sworn enemy Serana. Due to her connection to Harkon as well as her role in killing her father, they put extra attention on her. It was for that reason that Isran fought tooth and nail to keep her safe.

And that battle dynamic saved their lives. While he had been intending to defend her, these vampires were vicious, and if not for her power, they would have easily overwhelmed Isran alone. When the last of the creatures in the streets was done, Isran grabbed one of the survivors by the throat.

“Where are you brewing the concoction you creatures use to breed?”

“As if I will ever tell you!” the creature said. It snarled at him. Isran jumped back just as the fiend was ready to spit in his face. By now the sun had set and the dark night was strong. Only the full moon lit up the area. In the darkness, Serana’s amber eyes, terrible and beautiful as the finest gold, shone with cold ferocity.

“I can smell it,” Serana said. “And I can already feel dark desires I once thought long forgotten.”

“If you have a mind to breed with your fellow undead I’ll be more than happy to send you to meet your father,” Isran said.

“I’m stronger than it,” she said. “Let’s just destroy it and be done with it.”

She led the way and he followed. Walking the streets, she was at a big building that resembled a brewery. There was a strange pink mist in the air, emitted by the chimneys and filters from the roof.

For a moment she just stood there. Unlike Isran, she felt it’s power acutely. More than just desire, there was a tender longing in her chest and a ravenous appetite to see these needs met with anyone nearby.

He touched her shoulder and she suddenly looked at him. The Dawnguard commander’s visage was clear in the moonlight but she felt no fear, only an affection for the man who watched her back in their last fight. And his ferocity seemed like something made to protect her, nothing quite as terrible as her father.

“Let’s go,” he said. She nodded.

They kicked open the door. They were met by a large room like a tavern lit with lanterns but nothing so inviting as that. Already the vampires inside were alerted to their presence but neither of them cared. Despite the aphrodisiac swimming in her body, Serana fought with a frenzy, tearing them limb from limb. It was something that Isran appreciated too, and all his doubts about her were cast to the wind.

When it was over, they walked to the back of the area. Despite the building being a tavern, the back was nothing so innocent. It was an alchemic laboratory that only the finest of necromancers and warlocks could appreciate. There was very small light from candlelight inside. Through the windows the moon shone, casting the area in a pale aura. And there were vials of pink fluid connected to a filtration system outside.

Isran remembered her reaction when they both approached the building. “To think if we had arrived here later, we would have likely found those creatures fucking like rabbits.”

Serana didn’t answer, she was too busy being distracted by the fluid. There was a small bit of steam from the machinery in the room connected to the beakers and glasses holding the vampires’ brew, and the smell of the potion was stronger than ever. There was a pleasant heat in her chest, her nipples were hardening under her clothes and her vagina was hot. And her breath quickened. But she wouldn’t let that show to him. “Right,” she said.

Isran drew his warhammer and smashed the beakers with reckless abandon. There were several shelves up above which would take a ladder to reach, but he didn’t intend to waste time. He was going to cause enough chaos to break it all without any real effort.

The lab was filled with sounds of broken glass and his grunts. Yet in his haste, he had not been paying attention to his surroundings. On one of the upper shelves, one of the vials of the fluid fell over and the brew spilled onto his face from above.

He barely noticed it and he quickly wiped his face to get the stuff off him. But it was not fast enough and some of it got in his eyes and in his mouth. There was another spillage from up above and as he already wiping his face, a bigger dose of that all came right down onto his lips.

A good bit couldn’t help but get into his mouth. He tried spitting it out but by that point it was too late. Coupled with the previous spill, he had swallowed too much.

When he was finished wiping off his face, his whole body was in a heat. It wasn’t just his shame at having got the substance in his mouth, he felt a strange fluttering in his heart and a hardness in his pants.

He suddenly looked up at Serana. There were drops of the vampires’ potion from the wrecked shelves spilling onto her head, onto her face. The woman had been staring at him the whole time and now he found it hard to ignore her gaze. Despite his prejudice against vampires, he always knew she was fetching compared to the other undead and that had not been enough to curb his suspicion towards her. But now all he could think was how foolish he could have ever been to distrust the woman who had helped him defeat her father and end a great source of the undead menace.

Serana herself saw the look in his eyes. It had been difficult enough stifling the newfound desires from the vampires’ draught, but this close to it had stoked her libido to a newfound level. She could only sit back and watch Isran go in his rampage because all she could think about was sex. And when their eyes met in that moment, she knew there was a mutual longing between them.

Isran threw his warhammer aside and rushed at her. Grabbing her by the hips, he charged her onto the nearest table free of broken glassware and pushed her down. He pulled down her hood to see her beautiful visage and grabbing her head under her dark mane of hair, they started making out.

Their tongues hungrily scoured each other’s mouths. More than any thirst for blood, the only thing on Serana’s mind was giving herself completely to the Dawnguard commander. He was holding her down totally on the table. As they were hungrily sucking his face, his tongue tasted her fangs more than a few times, but he didn’t care. A part of him in the back of his mind thought it felt so wrong but that only spurred on his newfound sexual appetites.

As he was holding her down, he was grinding up against her. She wrapped her legs around his hips and her hands had begun undoing the front buckles on his armor. He broke the kiss to help her and as he was doing so, she latched her mouth onto his neck. As he was getting his armor undone, she was hungrily kissing his neck and grazing her fangs across his skin. Nothing so deep as a true vampire’s kiss but nothing gentle either. Yet his mind was not paralyzed by any doubt, and the instant the front of his armor was open, he got up and pushed her head back. He took the mail off the rest of his torso before he threw it to the floor.

His dark muscular body exposed before her, she licked her lips hungrily. Her fangs were not for show and she had tasted a faint sliver of his blood during that hickey she gave him. Just as she was beholding him with unashamed lust so did he see her now.

She latched her mouth onto his built pecs and abs, tasting him, hungering for him. Her hands reached to the back of her breastplate and she undid it as fast as she could. Not quick enough to stave the desires of the Dawnguard leader. Isran grabbed her head plunged back at her, their mouths were locked in a frenzied kiss. He reached behind her to the buckles on her armor and helped her get it undone. Their hands frequently interminged and got in the way of each other, that’s how distracted and horny they were.

When it was finally off, she pushed him back and tossed it aside onto the floor. Now that she was wearing that much less, he could see the shape of her breasts under her tunic. Not wasting anymore time, he boldly pulled down the front of her shirt so her alabaster breasts were exposed before him. It had been the first time he had seen a vampire’s tits, and she didn’t disappoint. Despite her status as an undead, they were just as pliant as any member of the living. And her nipples were a cream shaped color like her lips, just a faint shade darker than the rest of her pale skin.

He buried his head into her bosom. She tasted just as good as a living woman too. He knew that her kind were bloodsucking undead, but there was no chill on her body, just a steadily growing heat. He didn’t know whether it was simply her natural arousal or an effect of the vampiric aphrodisiac but he didn’t care. He kept sucking between her tits with wild abandon.

Serana moaned loudly like a demon. He had reached behind her under her tunic, feeling all over her back before he firmly grabbed onto her ass. Just like her tits, her donk was full and luscious. As he was going to town on her chest, she reached down and grabbed his belt.

Serana undid it with a surprisingly quick speed, that’s how needy she was in those moments. Off it went and she quickly pulled his pants down, leaving only his undershorts protecting his manhood from her affections. She reached down and massaged his boner fast, barely protected from her hands. Isran stopped sucking her tits to grunt from how good it felt. Her ivory neck was exposed to him and he started necking with her.

Even in her state of lust she had been careful not to bite too hard into his neck. But Isran had no such compulsions, and he bit and sucked on her neck as he pleased. He could have sworn that he broke the skin a bit and tasted her blood but he didn’t care.

Still holding her ass, he pushed her down so that her back was on the table. His greedy hands undid her belt as she had his and pulled her pants down until they were down at her ankles. The only thing keeping her pants from being taken off completely were her boots.

They both had to stop so she could get them off. They were grinning at each other wildly, they had forgotten all about their mutual history of distrust. When she undid the straps on her boots, he grabbed onto them and pulled them off fast before he pulled her crumpled up pants off her feet and threw them away.

They were both so exposed before each other, human and vampire. Never did he ever think that he would be doing this in his lifetime. There was a gnawing doubt in his head, wondering if she planned this scheme all along, but he didn’t care about that at all right now.

He pulled off his undershorts revealing his dark and erect manhood. Serana almost gasped at the sight of it. Then surprising them both, she pushed him back.

But it was no resistance. Instead she wanted to tempt him. She grabbed onto one of her tits, fondling one of her pointy nipples, fantasizing about feeling that thing inside of her. With her other hand she lifted up the hem of her tunic, revealing her pale vagina before him. Just like a living woman’s snatch, the lips were plump and wet with arousal.

He ran to the table and got onto it with her in a 69 position. Grabbing her hips and positioning his head at her snatch so that his cock was also right by her face, he got his first taste of vampire pussy. She was tight and wet to his satisfaction, and her smell was sublime. Nothing unpleasant at all, it was a taste like no other.

Isran’s cunnilingus was driving Serana crazy. At the same time, she was staring at his hard penis, only inches away from her face. She could smell it’s heat in her nose, it was a sweeter scent than the ecstasy of a blood feast. Coupled with his tongue thrashing deep in her cunt, all she was wanted to do was get a taste of him.

She took his cock into her mouth as deep as possible. Just as she expected he was red hot on her tongue. For a holy man, his dick had a naughty and lewd taste, and she started bobbing her head back and forth on his member. With so much blood engorged in his erect member, it was stirring all of her instincts as a vampire by sucking him off, it was like she was feeding on him.

Isran grunted from her wet mouth on his penis but didn’t slow down the rate of his clamdiving one bit. As he continued eating that pussy, he saw her clitoris getting erect with arousal. He moved his lips to the sensitive nub and started sucking on it.

Even with his penis in her mouth stimulating her human and vampiric instincts, that move caught her off guard. She had to stop blowing him to moan loudly. It had been so long since anyone had touched her there and the vampires’ brew had awakened so many sensations she hadn’t felt in so long. All the while, she still smelled the heat of his penis and had the hot aftertaste in her mouth.

Though unable to suck him off as vigorously as before, she was still hellbent on tasting his genitals again. She licked up the underside of his shaft slowly, absorbing his flavor on her tongue. Then she looked at his nuts. The sack was so swollen with arousal that it looked like one big nut. She could only look at it for so long before she lost control.

Serana took Isran’s nuts into her mouth. She suckled on them fast, staining his balls with her saliva. The taste of them, the thickness in her mouth, it was too much for her. That didn’t stop her from suckling all over them and moaning even time she wrapped her mouth over the testicles.

Isran intensified his cunnilingus. He moved his tongue up and down, deep into her vaginal cleft and up onto the clit, over and over again. Even though it was worse than ever for Serana, that only aided her in her desire to get him off. She stroked his shaft while she sucked on his nuts before she took the whole shaft into her mouth again.

No longer taken aback by the sweet sensations he was giving her, she enthusiastically bobbed her head up and down his pecker again. His shaft, his cock head, he was harder and hotter than ever before, and she was eager to taste him as much as possible.

Not that he lasted very long. He grunted as he was eating her out before his penis tensed up and spasmed inside of her mouth. An eruption of cum spilled inside of her, flooding all over the roof of her mouth and on her tongue. She swallowed all of it as best she could before there was another nut. As she was working to swallow his jizz, she hadn’t taken his member out of her mouth once, that’s how intense the rush of semen was.

Finally it got to be too much for her and she took the prick out of her mouth. Still cumming, it sprayed his whitness over her already pale face. She licked her lips as much she could, the taste of his cum was just as succulent as his penis.

Though her reverie was cut short. Already in a heightened state of desire, Isran’s tongue hit inside of her labia just right. Unable to take it anymore, she came, screaming out loud as much as she could.

Serana was completely wracked by that orgasm, she was shaking on the table with him. She was murmuring softly and a small puddle of spit had pooled out of her hips. Realizing just how weak she was with him just then, Isran dipped one of his big fingers into her cleft. She uttered a high pitched squeak from his digit poking inside of her.

He didn’t need to hear that to know just how good he was messing her up. She was even tighter now than when he was munching down on her, and her whole body was twitching in front of him. Least of all her vagina, still plump and almost vibrating in that moment from him fingering her right after that orgasm she just had. Her juices were leaking all over him probing her, and she was feeling so good that she didn’t even had the strength to scream anymore.

He put another of his fingers inside of her before he moved his head back to her clit. Still erect and sticking out for him to taste. The moment he licked at it again, her whole body jerked uncontrollably. He felt her tightening on his fingers for an instant too.

Knowing exactly what he wanted to do, he kept fingering while he resumed eating her clit. She couldn’t do much but take it, though his dick still looked as appetizing as ever. She played with her tits again, squeezing her nipples in between her fingers, as she started rubbing her face on his penis, still just as hard as before. She wrapped her breasts around the shaft, wanting to give it back to him somehow. It was all she could respond to him the way he was working her then.

She sighed suddenly as she felt herself on the verge of another orgasm. She started jerking her hips, giving him just the signal he needed, and he penetrated his fingers inside of her harder and faster than ever. She yelped in another state of climax.

Having had his fun with her, he got up and studied the vampire, lost in her throes of ecstasy. Her eyes were softly lidded in her state of pleasure and there was even a bit of a pink blush on her cheeks. There was nothing to suggest she was now or ever a being of great power and the daughter and slayer of the wicked Lord Harkon.

He walked over to her head and put her penis at her face. Without thinking, she rolled over so she could wrap her breasts around the shaft again took the cock head into her mouth. Now that he wasn’t wrecking her vagina, she was far better able to give it right back to him. Nor were there any other thoughts in her head besides sucking his penis.

Isran closed his eyes and sighed contentedly to himself. Her mind motivated by nothing other than sex, she moved her head up and down his cock with her tits wrapped around his organ just like before. But now she was skillfully using her tongue, wrapping it all over the shaft and head each time she went down on him. And best of all was that she moved her mouth down more and more with each movement, taking more of the massive shaft into her oral embrace.