College of Winterhold Part 2
It felt weird to Sonin, being back in the halls of the College after running away from the mantle of becoming Archmage. She heard that Savos had been managing, but grew weary of the work. Tolfdir was wearing his alteration robes and currently giving a lesson to some apprentices on casting lesser wards. Sonin was lost in the memories of such lessons when a suddenly unpleasant voice spoke from beside her.
“Another new Apprentice, I see. Skipping out on the lesson? Perhaps too challenging for you?” Sonin turned to see a tall Altmer man, “Are you of the sort that believe you're here to change the world? Or are you only in it for yourself? I assure you that I shall be watching you -- all of you -- very closely.”
“If that’s the case, perhaps you should watch from farther away. I am no apprentice and I have no patience for your attitude,” Sonin said, turning back to the lesson.
“How dare you speak to a member of the Thalmor in such a way-“
“How dare you address me at all,” Sonin snapped back.
“Is that Sonin?” Tolfdir paused his spell mid way and let the fire ball dissipate, “My, my, I never thought I’d see you again.”
“You know this woman, Tolfdir?” The altmer questioned.
“Ancano,” Tolfdir placed a hand on Sonin’s shoulder, “This woman was to be Archmage before Savos took the mantle.”
Ancano looked down to the small half breed with a furrow, “I doubt that. What? Fail a test?”
“Actually I left on my own accord,” Sonin rolled her eyes before straightening up and clasping her old teachers hand, “I have missed you Tolf.”
“Have you come to stay? Savos is rather tired of having to run things since you- ah- departed,” the old wizard glanced to the Thalmor agent present.
“Not quite. I came here to do a little research,” Sonin sighed, “I didn’t find all the answers I needed, but I did get pointed in a better direction. I was heading out for the afternoon, but I’ll be back tonight.”
“Alright dear,” Tolfdir walked back to his class that was doe eyed at the scarred stranger that was Sonin, “Do find me again before you leave.”
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The wind whipped the stray hairs surrounding Sonin’s face, her hood back and face toward the sky as his name left her lips, Odahviing. It had been some time since she last spoke with him. Sonin preferred speaking with the younger of the dragons who were less likely to challenge her. Younger dragons knew their power came with age and experience, not youth. They are quick to form alliances and eager to please. On the counter, that meant they could become more fickle. Given the nature of Alduin’s “defeat” it was only natural that not all the Dovah viewed her the winner.
Sonin let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. The blood scaled dragon let loose a roar before landing a few paces in front of her. They were in a clearing, yet surrounded by forest to assure some privacy.
“My snow winged friend,” Sonin spoke as she stepped closer, “I am glad you answered my call.”
“I am your lieutenant,” Odahviing replied as though it were nothing.
“I suppose that is true. I summoned you to ask about Alduin,” Sonin stroked his head scales.
“Naturally,” he rumbled with the slightest purr at her ministrations.
“You told me he was in Sovngarde,” Sonin sighed, “yet at the time I did not believe it. As such, I never asked the right questions. Do you know how I could reach him?”
Odahviing’s mouth curled in a way that was as close to a smirk that a dragon could manage, “Die?”
“Afraid I have an annoying Prince that will claim my soul long before I could reach the Hall,” Sonin chuckled, “Any way to get in alive?”
“Skuldafn,” the dragon answered, “Alduin’s personal temple.”
“Can you tell me how to get there?” Sonin tilted her head.
“No,” he closed his eyes for a moment before opening them back up and gauging the Dovahkiin’s reaction to his reply, “I could take you there. Knowing the way is meaningless as you do not fly. Thu’um or no, you do not have wings.”
“That far away then?” Sonin questioned.
“Yes. In the mountains. There are also priests and dovah guarding the portal,” Odahviing added.
“Sounds like a good time to me,” the mage shrugged, “Thank you for this. I will need some time to prepare, then I will call on you again.”
“As you wish, Dovahkiin,” the dragon nodded and took off into the clouds.
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A small private quarter was set up for the return of Sonin. Detached from the main hall, giving her privacy at the expense of the warmth of the innermost building. She wasn’t one to complain though. After playing a carefully worded game of catch up with her old teachers and some classmates that were now expanding their research, Sonin was happy to just sleep.
Sonin concentrated her magic on a rune etched at the bottom of the metal tub in her quarters. The water heated instantly, just under a boil. Facing the tub, she began to strip out of her outermost layer. Once the robe hit the floor, she sensed the room’s atmosphere shift. The air was heavier, intoxicatingly so.
“Slower dear,” Sanguine’s voice came out in a hazy tone from his place on her bed, “Build some suspense.”
“You would like that too much,” Sonin didn’t face him, but did as he asked.
Sanguine felt his breath catch as she teased the straps of her breast band down her shoulders. Wiggling down her small clothes, Sonin cast a sly glance over her shoulder at the devilishly handsome Prince in his breton form. This was fine, she thought, to tease and continue on with him. There wouldn’t be any real emotions from a daedric prince, unlike the complications involved with the twins or Brynjolf.
“See something you like?” Sonin questioned while whipping her hair to the side to expose all of her back, “Never seen you so silent.”
Sanguine cleared his throat, “With you my dear? I never see anything I don’t like. You are my Champion after all.”
“Even with all these scars now? I’m not exactly the same as I was when we first met,” Sanguine could make out the dangerous edge of sorrow in her tone.
It pulled at his blackened heart, “Sonin.” She turned her head to meet his gaze quickly, having not heard him use her name so abruptly before. “Surely you don’t think a little fire is enough to make you any less of a beauty?”
“A little fire, he says,” Sonin rolled her eyes, crossing her arms in front of her in an attempt to appear smaller.
“You are not one to be so self conscious,” Sanguine placed his fingers under her chin to tilt her head back to gaze in her scarred face, “What is this about, little spitfire?”
Sonin kept her eyes averted, “I’ve always been like this. I just have better reasons now.”
“Dear-”
“Don’t ‘dear’ me Sam,” Sonin met his eyes with tears in hers, “If it wasn’t because I was short, or fat, or mixed,” she took a shuddering breath, “then it was for these burns. I thought the dragon scars were bad enough. Now I have to be half the woman I was.”
“Stop-”
“I could at least hide the scratches and tighten my corsets, but there is no hiding my face. I never liked how plain it was before, but-”
Sanguine forced Sonin to stop talking by locking his lips with hers. Shocked, she didn’t kiss him back for the first few moments. His tongue swiped at her lower lip and she melted into him, her hands coming up to wrap in his long locks. His hair was impossibly soft and well kept. Sanguine groaned slightly as her fingers scratched his scalp.
He pulled back just as she started leaning into him, making her stumble forward before steadying herself with her hands splayed on his suddenly naked chest, “Stop thinking such things about yourself, dearest.”
“I-why?” Sonin questioned.
“Why?” Sanguine couldn’t tell her the truth, not yet, “Because that’s no way for the Champion of debauchery to view herself!” A half truth.
“Oh,” Sonin glanced down briefly, “I suppose that’s true. How do I stop the thoughts? I cannot change what has happened.”
“Maybe we can give you some new thoughts?” Sanguine smirked and ran his hand down her spine to cusp her ass.
“The answer is always sex with you,” Sonin chuckled.
“That wasn’t a no,” he leaned in closer, a sharp edge to his toothy grin.
Sonin rolled her eyes, “Fine.”
In a split second Sonin went from standing before the Prince to sitting in the warm water of her bathing tub. Except, it wasn’t the same tub from before. The location was different too, surely not the same small room she was in.
“Your realm?” She questioned, leaning her head back to see Sanguine sitting behind her in the elongated claw foot tub.
“But of course,” he smirked down at her, “Don’t want any wandering eyes to see us back in your mortal world.”
“Wandering eyes…don’t tell me you mean Sheogorath?” Sonin asked, unsure she wanted the answer.
“Among others,” Sanguine ran his fingers in her hair, “Prefer to keep you to myself right now.”
“Not like you to not want an audience,” Sonin chuckled, “or a third…or fifth.”
“Am I not allowed to be selfish from time to time, Champion?” Sanguine feigned annoyance.
“Oh sure you are,” Sonin closed her eyes as he massaged a mysterious soap into her hair, “Just unlike you.”
Sanguine smiled at that, “I suppose so.”
“Why are you still Sam?” Sonin questioned, eyes still closed.
“I thought you liked me as Sam?” Sanguine questioned, “I distinctly remember a thought running through your mind at the Bannered Mare when you first saw me. Something about your mom having been a fool for picking a Nord when Breton men could look like that?”
Sonin scoffed, “I never thought anything like that!”
“Oh sure, and I’m not a daedra,” Sanguine rolled his eyes.
“You didn’t answer my question,” Sonin pouted out her bottom lip.
“I thought you might be more…comfortable with me in this form,” he admitted.
“Comfortable?” Sonin opened her eyes again to read his face, “Do you think I am bothered by your true form?”
“I know how mortals can be,” Sanguine started rinsing her hair.
“Sanguine,” Sonin stopped his raised hand from pouring another cup of water on her head, “I’m not uncomfortable with you.” She rotated in his lap so that she was facing him, straddling his waist. “Sam is fun in public, sure. Can’t exactly walk around in a city with you having horns but…” Sonin bit her lip.
“But?” He wanted her to say the words on her mind.
“I like the real you,” Sonin met his gaze shyly, “Horns and all.”
“Is that so?” Sanguine raised a brow, “A little monster fetish in you, dear one?”
“Ew no,” Sonin splashed water in his face, “Just you.”
“Just me, is it?” He let his facade down and shifted to his true form under her, “This is what you desire?”
A blush spread across Sonin’s face, “From time to time. I am the Champion of debauchery afterall.”
“Of course,” Sanguine grinned before pulling her into another passionate kiss. Sonin brought her hands to the base of his neck, pushing herself up to meet him as close as possible.
They had been together enough times now to know how they worked best together. Sanguine slipped two fingers into her plush folds, careful of his sharp nails. Sonin rocked into his touch, her head buried into his neck. The water threatened to spill from the edge of the tub at their movements.
“Beautiful,” Sanguine fell into his native tongue, “That’s it. Ride me. Use me, love.”
Sonin squinted her eyes shut as she felt her climax already building, she didn’t want to let it peak yet though. Sanguine grinned knowingly as she suddenly slowed down. Wanting to edge herself further, Sonin grabbed ahold of his curved horns and pressed her breasts to his face. Her lover obliged without needing a word of direction. He suckled at her hardened buds, removing his fingers to guide himself into her.
“Yes~,” Sonin moaned wantonly as she sank down on him, the water creating a unique friction inside of her.
“Such a pretty thing,” Sanguine brought her face from his shoulder to him, looking her in the eyes. His swirled with danger and lust while hers were blown wide like intoxicated. “Take what you need from me.”
“Fuck,” she clenched around him at his words.
Sanguine let her set the pace, meeting her bounces down with small upward thrusts of his own. Sonin rolled her hips deliciously as she rode him, the water definitely spilling out of the tub now.
The Prince slipped into his tongue again, muttering praises she wouldn’t understand. Words of encouragement, desire, dirty talk, and confessions. Sonin didn’t know what he was saying, but the way he spoke sent tingles through her body. Her pace became broken as she got near her peak again.
Sensing she was running out of stamina, Sanguine moved one hand to the back of her neck and his other on the curve of her lower back. He held on tight to her neck, enough to make her gasp, as he set a brutal pace. Sonin became pliant in his hands. Her mouth agape in a silent scream of pleasure, the prince took her bottom lip between his teeth and sucked hard. It was all it took to send her over, her body quaking and spamming over him. Sanguine thrusted her through it, spilling his own seed deep inside her until it was overflowing and mingling with the soapy bath water. The pressure alone gave her a second, smaller orgasm.
“Better?” He asked her as she came down from her high. There was no response. “Sonin?” A soft snore met his ears and he couldn’t help but grin like a teenager. Sanguine brought her back to her realm, dressed. Carefully tucking her in the borrowed bed, he kissed her forehead and left one of his roses by her pillow. A smile still on his face as he teleported himself out.
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“My, my, my,” Sheograth spoke to no one after Sanguine left, “Sanguine, my boy, that is going to be quite a problem.” He let his Cheshire smile widen as he stopped viewing her room from his own realm.