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Fallen Star pt. 10 ("Silk Ripper")

Author's Note: Sadara gets a bit of a body shift in this (dream) chapter; she retains the lady bits but is otherwise made to look like Nerevar. Voryn is very happy and expresses this joy as can be expected. SMUT.

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As she looked into the mirror Sadara began to think of the robe she was wearing, less than the flower crown adoring her head. It was nice enough, but...she still felt she didn't quite belong in this crowd of nobles, this gathering of--whatever it was for. She felt completely out of place, like some wild elf that had been given a flower crown and a robe and had somehow been allowed to gallivant with the lords and ladies of the great houses.

(Hadn't that been the truth, back in the beginning? Save for the flower crown anyway...)

She thought of a gown she'd seen while performing at a lord's manor house once -- one of the ladies attending had been wearing one of blue silk with its bust threaded all over in silver, and as she thought on it, focused, her robe began to shift.

Oh? I can do this?

The mirror still showed her Nerevar's face and golden skin, but she could look down at her hands and see how well that beautiful dark blue went with her skin. Could imagine how it looked overall.

Blue silk, dusky skin, and a crown of red flowers atop a head of long white hair...it made her think of images she'd once seen of Azura, only these flowers weren't blue and her hair was different. A bit blasphemous of a thought, but...she smiled somewhat wryly, she had crossed that line many times already. She'd crossed that line weeks ago when she'd started drinking the Dagoth Brandy.

When she'd kissed Voryn.

When--

"The only blasphemy here is that you have not yet sought me out."

Voryn's voice rumbled behind Sadara and she stiffened as his hands came up to rest on her shoulders. Only for a moment had she forgotten the necessity of keeping her mind clear in these dreams but that moment was all it took.

"You snuck up on me there," she said in a slightly shaky voice, "And...I was fairly certain you'd find me anyway. You don't seem fond of letting me get too far out of reach."

"Centuries of thirst tends to make one value the waters of relief, yes. And of course one prefers to guard its source, to keep it safe."

"To keep others from drinking of the same water, perhaps."

His grip tightened.

"You needn't worry about that, Voryn. Ayem I would never have dared to approach and despite his...checkered past...Vehk...well, he always preferred the company of men anyway."

There was a slight growl.

"Voryn," she said, "You can stop worrying, I'm not going anywhere. At least...not in the waking world."

(She wanted to believe that more than she had ever wanted to believe anything before.)

His head tilted slightly. Sadara gathered the skirts of the gown and bolted for the door to the gardens, a peal of laughter breaking from her lips as she moved.

A memory stirred, something similar, something older than any yet: Catch me, Voryn!

The crowd blurred around her, around both of them, and (she noticed as she approached the doors) began to thin, then disappeared entirely once she crossed the threshold. She looked behind her once only, enough to see Voryn dashing, red and black robes billowing behind him.

In that glimpse she saw a brief change in the garden around them--as she looked, those who HAD been there were there again, but dead. Sickly skin, the white cloth of the grave covering their bodies, while others were ash zombies. The light of the outdoors seemed to dim around him, but a single ray of sun shone off his mask and glared into her eyes.

Fear jabbed into her chest, a cold icy stab...

But then it changed when she turned back, or at least as she advanced. The dead were gone wherever she moved, the light returned again--and she was running, running, heart pounding in her chest, more full of life now than ever. She shoved back the fear desperately, wanting to feel anything else.

Sadara moved off the path and ran through the branches of several weeping willows before stopping beneath the last. Leaning back against the trunk she tried to relax, to catch her breath.

The willow-curtain parted, and Voryn's mask was a dark silhouette even before he stepped beneath the shade.

"What a capricious thing you are," he said, chuckling as he advanced, "And what made you so eager to be chased? For I can only assume you desired it, considering the way you laughed."

"I...I don't know," she said with a slight giggle, "I was simply struck by the urge."

He saw everything here, and yet he didn't mention the sight she'd seen on looking back. The dead, the suffering. It was normal to him, so perhaps he didn't even notice it any longer.

"If I allow myself to feel the sorrow for every lost mind I would never accomplish my noble aim," Voryn said, once more picking up on her thoughts, "And--"

"The words of a demon," Sadara said suddenly in a stronger voice, and clapped her hands over her mouth a second later. "I didn't say that, I swear, Voryn."

But beneath her hands the tone sounded again, unmuffled.

"She is not yours, demon, she is mine, MINE, do you hear me? I will not suffer my champion to be made a pawn of your evil whims. I will not allow you to sever the destiny I have fashioned for her with your lies and false promises."

His hands, so warm every other time, were icy now when they raised to cup her face.

"She is MINE!"

"Begone," Voryn's voice was hard now, harder than Sadara had ever yet heard it, "Sadara is not the pawn you would have her be."

He said my name...

Her vision blurred.

She clung to the sound of his voice, even as the whirlwind of Azura in her mind went on. An angry storm it was, determined to ruin, determined to hurt--

An argument went on, Azura's furious tone saying one thing, Voryn's steel one replying in kind. Ice at her throat, in her chest, and overwhelming fire from the hand she was wearing moon-and-star on.

Mark my words, moon-and-star, mark them well. The Sharmat will be your end, one way or another!

The pain faded suddenly. Azura's voice was then silent as Sadara looked up--and into Voryn's eyes. The mask, puzzlingly, was gone.

"What d-did she do?"

"She attacked you, moon-and-star. She attacked your mind. You are fortunate that I was here to stop it."

"Y...you'd think she'd have done it before now. Wh...when I was...when w-we were..."

Voryn was warm again, so very, very warm, and she was so utterly cold. She welcomed his embrace when he reached down to pull her forward and into his arms, and relaxed at the feel of them around her. Here, surrounded by him, there was no Morrowind in danger, no prophecy to duck, no shame, no pain...

There was only the two of them, and the feeling of being completely and utterly safe.

Whether it was real, or something he was merely exerting was hard to say, but it was so strong Sadara found she could not make herself care if there WAS a difference.

"It is the distance, I think," Voryn said, after a lengthy pause, "You are too far from me, too far from the Heart, and you wear Nerevar's ring, ever the symbol of Azura. Perhaps also an amplifier of her influence over you."

"P...perhaps," she said, and desperate to think of anything but whatever in oblivion had just gone on, added, "But might it also be that you simply want me back in Red Mountain?"

"The thought had crossed my mind. Perhaps you should avoid making further trips to see sunrises until after my victory," Voryn went on gently, stepped back, and lifted both her hands in his own, "When I need never fear for your safety again."

"If anything ever happens, you can always bring me back."

"I can only do so much at a distance. I--I do not want to even chance the same loss again, not when you are now where you should always have been."

"Being separate from you is hard enough as it is," she replied, "Lord Uthol and Dagoth Ulen are good company, but...nothing can really measure up to what you have to offer. Two days has been...well not agony, exactly, but..."

"But the absence of something you love so well is...intolerable. It's settled, then...you return to me tomorrow."

"Such a hurry you're in...this is not only for my safety, I see. You want me back in your bed, too," Sadara teased just slightly, "Can you deny it?"

A dark chuckle sounded from his throat.

"No. I would not want to, either. The day I say I do not want you there is the day I am truly lost."

It buoyed her hope further - there was still a chance, however slim.

(There was more she wanted to think on...but she couldn't. Not here. Not now.)

He kissed her once, and she luxuriated in the feel of his lips on hers. Then a second time, after a momentary break to let her breathe. After the third she was already breathing hard, needing--more.

"And here I thought you were a civilized mer," she said against Voryn's lips. "But now I find you're ready to savage me outdoors..."

"Where?" he growled the words against her neck and pressed close--close enough she could feel exactly how eager he was for this supposed savagery.

"Where you wanted me in life. Your--our--first life."

She wanted to see what he wanted, what he craved. What he'd desired for all these centuries.

"Show me what you would have had if you could have. Awake I would have you as my own. But...in dreams...I am willing to be Nerevar for you...so long as I retain the parts I have."

She was dreaming, after all, and if she had learned anything of his power it was his mastery over this domain. And would it really be such an ask, to be Nerevar, when it made Voryn so happy?

A pause, brief, and then everything shifted around her. She opened her eyes to what she was sure was Kogoruhn, but it was different straight off. The Vault of Aerode she had spent so much time working on now looked clean and clear, though in one corner she saw the table and bookshelves of ingredients that hinted at an alchemy lab.

And there was a mirror she went straight to in order look herself over.

Looking down at her hands--they were golden, as much as they were in the mirror. Her chest was flat, but from the feel of her undergarments there was definitely no additional equipment there. She then was free to think on the rest of her appearance. The strong cheekbones, the blue eyes. The jaw that looked like it could cut glass. The fit body, trimmed with muscle but not to an overwhelming degree. She wondered briefly if Voryn was over-exaggerating Nerevar's features...or if this beauty really was all Nerevar.

If it was, I can see why he would be so smitten with the man.

And for one brief second, there was doubt.

Gilvoth's words echoed in her head. That Voryn wanted Nerevar, not her...

Is this what he wishes for, when I am beneath him? What he imagines?

The blue gown she'd conjured up remained, but the flower crown had turned to a necklace around her neck--she assumed, because of the mohawk of stark white hair on her head. She thought briefly of willing it to change, but...muscle beneath the silk of a gown was a lovely sight.

Sadara waited a few more minutes, and then turned to look into the next room of the Vault. It was darkened, and she raised a hand, thinking to bring up a light spell--

A dark hand reached from the shadows, clenched around her wrist, and dragged her forward into the darkness. Before she could protest lips came down to press against hers, and not until she broke for air did she realize something else had changed.

"Someone's eager."

Her voice was not the one she expected, a little gravelly but feminine too. It was a manlier voice, one she assumed must be Nerevar's.

"Are you going to have me against the wall or are you going to be a gentleman about it?" she teased at Voryn with this unfamiliar voice, "So eager you forget all your niceties...so eager, you must have me now..."

There was a slight yelp as she was lifted from her feet, and she reached up to put both arms around Voryn's neck as he hauled her up.

"A thousand ways and one have I imagined this, Nerevar," he murmured, "You never knew, I never said, but now--well, allow me the time, if you would."

"We've got all the time in the world. This is YOUR realm, after all."

The voice was still strange to her, hers and not hers all at once. But all she need do was let go of that hesitation due to the difference, and every wish of her heart would be granted.

At least, here.

They moved past a doorway, and once more she laughed.

"Why, Voryn, I didn't expect such a thing of you. Carrying me over a threshold? That's an imperial tradition, you know."

Where the bed came from, Sadara didn't know, but it was the same as the one she'd shared with him in the waking world.

For a minute or two there'd been darkness, darkness she couldn't make out at all but that Voryn seemed to know like the back of his hand. And then she was on her back looking up at the face that she and Nerevar both desired.

She wanted to think "I can save you" but forced it back and instead spoke aloud, "I can't see a thing, Voryn. Or did you mean that to be the point?"

Overwhelming, exciting, alluring...mixed with a dash of frightening. No one could see them here, no one could rush to interrupt.

They were alone in the dark, with the only one another visible.

Had she not been so familiar with him by this point she might have been wondering if he meant either to fuck her or devour her.

"While you thought of my cheekbones, I thought of your eyes," Voryn said, letting his hand drift up the outside of her left leg, bringing the hem of the gown up with it. "Clear, piercing blue, that looked straight through me, that I thought might see obviously what I kept hidden."

His claws were gone, leaving only the paradise of his silken touch and the slightest pain from the grip of his nails.

"I was never so clever as that...or I might have seen what--"

"Do not speak of that." Voryn's hand stopped at what would have been the curve of her hip, had she still been in her own body. "I want not to hear of regrets, of what was missed, of what lead to your being stolen from me."

"Then what would you have me speak of?"

Anticipation, it was killing her...but at the same time, she could feel the same from Voryn. Eager to proceed, but more so to savor what was before him.

"Of me, perhaps. Of what you would have for the gift you've given me."

"Silence, perhaps." Sadara gave a brief smirk, and raised her hands to Voryn's shoulders, "And action."

There was a brief pause, and then two words so full of emotion it almost seemed like he was a dam about to burst.

"Oh, Nerevar..."

Voryn moved down, captured her lips beneath his own, and kissed as though he would starve without the taste of her. The hand that had moved the hem of the gown moved up with its twin to the neckline. With a growl he began to rip at the fabric, finding--she could feel it from him--any layers between them to be utterly intolerable.

There was a slight yelp at the first tear, but he silenced the next sound with another kiss, and kept ripping at the fabric keeping their skin from touching.

"More," Sadara finally managed in a weak voice. This, this was what she needed--for someone to want her as badly as Voryn did. Even if she were not wholly Nerevar, only a shadow of him, that was enough to drive the man above her wild. Once more she whispered the word, this time against Voryn's jaw as one of his hands traced down what were now pectoral muscles instead of breasts. "More."

He was touching everywhere but where she wanted him most.

"You greedy thing," his deep tenor sounded off against her ear. "Here I am trying to take my time, and you wish to rush me. What a fool you are, Nerevar...a god moves only as quickly as he pleases."

"He won't be as pleased as he would if he hurried up." And then she gave a slight pull and in the voice of Nerevar, whispered in his ear in turn, "I would be happy to serve my god, if only he'd let me."

Her legs, already spread to allow him closer, moved outward a little more, letting her squirm against his (oh, of course) hard length as well as could be expected considering their position.

She expected almost anything except what actually happened.

He didn't move. It was as if he'd simply stopped functioning, stopped thinking. For a few seconds he was motionless, and she was left wondering what she'd done wrong.

"Voryn?"

And then the moment passed--snapped--and those lips were once more descending on hers, turning the motion into the most possessive kiss yet.

Only when he'd given a second, a third, a fourth, when he was at the point of thrusting into her did he speak again.

"Speak those words again and I may well never let you leave this dream."

A pull back--a thrust forward--Sadara groaned, clenching the hands that weren't hers at Voryn's shoulders. She moaned eagerly, tightened her knees at his sides, tried to draw him in further. It had always felt good awake, but something about this--about that same movement in this world of dreams, it was even more enthralling.

"Voryn," she groaned, and then groaned the word again after another thrust. "Gods. Gods--!"

The pace was savage, unforgiving, all-consuming, and it was all she could do not to simply let herself be reduced to nothing but moans. As it was, the ones she gave Voryn satisfied him--or at least if he had any issue with them he didn't say so. He moved up, braced himself with both arms, and kept all three of his eyes directly on her face.

(It is not you he wants)

Sadara shoved the thought back again, and gave him what he wanted. "Voryn..."

Another deep thrust, a brush of lips over her own, a kiss she couldn't quite complete.

"Voryn!"

A second kiss denied, a third, a fourth. Despite the heaven between her legs it was intolerable--she wanted to kiss him, taste him, feel him on her tongue. She gave a growl of her own and lunged upward, rolling--

Breathing hard, Sadara found herself straddled atop Voryn, who wasted no time in moving up himself. She pressed a kiss to his lips, brought her hands up to thread her fingers through his hair, and rolled her hips as thought everything depended on the steady rocking between the two of them.

"Voryn," She moaned into his ear, "Please..."

For what favor she begged she hardly knew. The idea of staying like this was almost tempting enough to make her not care that he COULD keep her this way. The pleasure stayed steady, but when he moved there would a spike of ecstasy so pure and heady that all she could think and feel was more.

(Would it really be so bad, to stay here, like this?)

The intensity rose, and with it that by now familiar feeling of rightness. She planted yet another kiss on his lips, twisted hers, Nerevar's, tongue with Voryn's, breaking only when he finally pulled back--

"Voryn!"

It tore through her suddenly, left her shaking, wracked with tremors of pleasure that seemed not to wish to leave her be. It was with a great effort that she kept herself moving, slowly drawing out Voryn's own end.

"Nerevar," she heard the whisper, "Nerevar--"

His arms slipped tightly about her, and whatever he said next turned to a moan inside her mouth. She felt the pulse of his cock, the spill, and the delicious dampness that followed.

Not until they had separated, until they were laid beside each other, as the heated high was sinking into the warm glow did either of them speak again.

"Gods above, Voryn, how long have you wanted that?"

There was a pause, and a stroke at the face that was hers and yet not hers.

"Nearly four thousand years, give or take."

She raised a hand to cover the one of his on her cheek and sighed happily.

(A better course of action than to dither about the future, she decided.)

((That could come later.))