The Guild of Gamers: The Vampire

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The Guild of Gamers: The Vampire

Chapter 13: Raid 

– Raven –

Reaching Gerdur's place, I smile to myself. I've been a very patient girl, biding my time but tonight it's time for my planning to pay off. 

"Hey, you called for me?" I say, letting myself in as Gerdur perks up.

"I did. Thanks for coming so soon, Raven," Gerdur says, beaming. She's been a lot less stressed recently, even with the fire. She was wound up way too tight. "Faendal was just telling me about some strange tracks he found near the mine. I was hoping you'd be able to identify them."

Faendal smiles and greets me. My pet is showing no sign of my control over his mind.

"Hm, near the mine? That's odd. There weren't any a couple of days ago. They must be very fresh," I say, making Faendal nod.

"That's what I'm worried about. Never seen tracks like them before, and they look new. With the mine opening up soon, the last thing we need is some new monster prowling around the area," Faendal lies, Gerdur suspecting nothing. "I'm no adventurer, just a hunter. I know animal tracks and some of the more common monsters, but these are like nothing I've ever seen."

"Blood attracts monsters, and we've had more than our share of it recently. My carriage isn't finished yet, so I have time to head out tonight and see if I can find whatever is lurking around there," I reassure them, a confident smile on my lips. 

"Be careful, Raven. I know you're strong, but I don't want to risk you," Gerdur says, making me give her a grin and a wink.

"Aren't I always?" I ask, making her roll her eyes. "At the very least, I'll see if I can work out what is leaving them."

Aren't I heroic? Of course, there are no tracks, and Faendal's directions are vague on purpose. It annoys Gerdur that he can't give me a clear area to search, but she suspects nothing as I make my way out of the village once more. She just thinks he ran away the moment he saw the tracks out of fear. It's just another day, with their hero off to make the area more safe.

I've done this every night, and there's no reason to think that tonight will go any differently, right?

The guards at the gate are even slacking off, with a powerful adventurer going out and keeping the area safe. Why would they need to pay too much attention? Instead, they sneak some mead when nobody is looking.

Smiling to myself, I send the mental signal to my bandits as I unfortunately buy Faendal's lies and leave the village.

– Faendal –

Everything was in place.

As he approached the gate, the guard didn't even give him a second look. The second guard wasn't even awake, sitting against the wall as he snored away. Gerdur had increased the guard patrols after the Thalmor mess, but the guards were still… lacking.

The sole awake guard glanced his way, eyes narrowing slightly before he turned away. It wasn't true suspicion; it was just a Nord's usual reaction to seeing an elf. It made Faendal feel even less guilt as he darted forward.

The fool wasn't wearing his helmet, having taken it off to drink and relax despite being on guard. It made his task so much easier as he slit the guard's throat, muffling his cry with cold precision.

The sleeping guard didn't even stir as his new friends came from the cover of the trees, one of them killing the drunken bastard. He'd already gutted the man in charge of closing the gate, the only line of defence Riverwood had wide open as several dozen bandits slipped in during the dead of night. This was far more subtle than a usual bandit raid, but bandits didn't usually have such coordination or planning.

He knew where he was going first. With the Inn nothing more than a burnt-out husk, Sven had little reason to be awake at this time and was sleeping in his mother's house. Lowering himself to one knee, he picked the lock with knowledge he didn't have a week ago. Opening the door and slipping into the house, Faendal smirked, seeing Sven and his ageing old hag of a mother sleeping in two beds. The entire house was just a single large room because Hilde didn't work, and Sven was a shit bard.

Moving to the hag first, he stabbed her in the heart as he muffled her with her own pillow, waiting for her struggles to end as Sven remained blissfully unaware. He planned to do the same to Sven, but something in him snapped as he drew his dagger and lunged at the sleeping Nord.

Years of frustrations, the mockery of the Nords and Camilla spurning his affections boiled over as he stabbed into Sven's stomach, over and over again. He had the foresight to try to muffle the screams, but it wasn't as silent as he had hoped.

Sven died, coughing up lungs full of his own blood, and Faendal smiled proudly as he took the time to loot what little valuables the place had and slipped back out.

Moving on, he found his next target even as he heard the chaos truly starting. He had a single-minded determination as he headed to the Riverwood Trader, finding it already open as his allies raided the only general store in Riverwood.

"We got them for you," one of the bandits said as he gestured upstairs. "Didn't even touch the girl, much."

Faendal felt his heart pounding as he moved upstairs, finding the room where the Valerius siblings had been stashed. Lucan was bound to a chair, gagged with some cloth as he struggled, but the moment he saw Faendal, his struggles stopped for a second and cold realisation hit the Imperial. Faendal really had nothing against the trader, unlike most of this Nord-filled shithole.

"F-Faendal?" Camilla asked, the betrayal in her tone making him hesitate as he turned to her. She was dressed in nothing but a fancy nightie, no doubt imported from Cyrodil as one of her few comforts of home, and while the bandit claimed they hadn't done much, the nightie was ripped down, leaving her perky breasts on full display in the moonlight. "You- you did this."

She was cowering in the corner of the bedroom, and Faendal crushed his guilt and moved as she tried to run, grabbing the girl and tossing her toward the bed.

"Don't. If you run, my new friends will get you instead," Faendal growled, watching her go silent as she paled, watching him undo his trousers. She tried to run again, but while he was small, he was a hunter, and she was a spoiled girl who had never done anything physical. 

Pinning her down, he easily forced his lips against hers, even as she tried to turn her head. Her thrashing did nothing to stop him as he lined himself up and slammed into the girl he'd lusted for for so long. Camilla let out a squeal as he claimed her maidenhood, and Lucas let out a muffled shout as he struggled against the restraints.

Faendal imagined this wasn't how Camilla had pictured her first time going, but she'd always been a fucking tease, and she deserved every second of this as he rutted into her with no care for her pleasure or comfort. His hips pumped into her, and he cursed her as he did it. She liked stringing him along, pretending to be interested while she flirted with that dumb bard, but now he was taking something she'd never get back. With a triumphant grunt, he let loose and released his fertile elf seed into her dumb Imperial pussy.

The tears made him hesitate, something in his mind clearing up as he remembered all the good times they'd shared, and in that moment of hesitation, she acted. His blood-stained dagger was drawn, and he couldn't even let out a cry as she stabbed it into his heart.

In that instant, the cloud over his mind faded, and he remembered everything. He remembered the mastermind behind the attack. In his mind, he saw Raven standing proudly in the 'throne room' of Helgen as a horde of bandits bowed before her.

He remembered the torture and the way she'd twisted his mind, her fangs biting into his neck. He tried to let out a warning, even knowing that he was dying, but Camilla didn't hesitate as she tossed him off her, watching him roll onto the floor with a thud. His dying words went unspoken as she lunged, stabbing down at him over and over again until one of the bandits rushed her, grabbing her from behind and pinning her arms against her side.

"Ooh, we've got a fighter~" the bandit laughed, ripping the knife away and tossing it aside as he pushed Camilla back onto the bed. The sound of her nightie tearing made Faendal's heart clench, watching three of the bandits approach his love.

"No! Get off- get away!" Camilla cried, silenced by a slap to the face as she was flipped onto her front and bent over the bed.

Laid dying on the floor, he watched as the bandit forced her legs apart and slammed his larger Nord cock into Camilla's pussy as she squealed, and the bandits laughed. Her squeals were silenced soon after, gagging and choking noises telling him what was happening as the world darkened and he died, knowing Raven had framed him.

Yet, his soul didn't find its way to Aetherius. He felt something else claim it, something dark and terrifying, ripping his spirit from his dying mortal form as it watched the chaos in satisfaction.

– Gerdur –

Skyrim truly was in an era of chaos. While war always made banditry more common, this kind of coordinated attack was nearly unheard of. Her heart raced as she watched the chaos, people dead and dying in the streets.

She was no fool. No, she was a fool. A fool who had fallen for Faendal's lies and sent their best defence deep into the woods in search of a monster that probably didn't even exist. It hadn't taken her long to work out who was responsible for this. 

Her heart pounded as she watched the bandit pull his blade out of Hod's chest, her husband dropping to the ground. The bandit spat on him, but she was in no position to do anything as she tried to stand, her head swimming from the recent blow.

The bandits knew what they were doing; this wasn't just a chaotic raid, as they searched her house for the lumber mill's safe. She kept the funds that she used to pay her workers and buy wood in it, and they knew it. They knew she had a safe. They knew it was in her basement. This was a well-planned raid.

"Where's the key?" one demanded, a massive hulking orc that the others seemed to be taking orders from. She hesitated for just a moment, her eyes moving to her dead husband. Hod had put up a fight, too proud to stand down as his home was raided, and they'd killed him for it. Where was Frodnar? 

The orc took her momentary silence as a refusal, backhanding her back to the ground, kicking her in the side with enough force to knock her back into the legs of her dining room table. Several bandits were tearing her house apart looking for it, and she heard a shout and a struggle as they dragged her son downstairs.

The orc looked from her to her son, a malicious smile growing on his face as Frodnar was tossed in front of him. The orc grabbed Frodnar's hair roughly, lifting his chin as he placed a dagger against her son's throat.

"W-wait! It's upstairs, hidden in my bookcase. There's a book on types of wood. The key is hidden inside it," Gerdur admitted, making the orc smirk and nod to his men, who went upstairs again. As they returned with the key to all her savings, she could do nothing but watch in true despair.

The orc left, claiming he had other things to check on. The bandits dragged her and Frodnar downstairs, making her watch as all the septims she had were tossed into their bags. They didn't leave, and instantly, she knew why as the bandits shared a look and then turned to her.

She barely had time to cry out as her plain sleepwear was ripped away, knowing full well that any fight could see her son killed. Frodnar didn't take it easily, struggling and shouting as the bandits laughed, one of them holding the much smaller boy in place as she was groped and stripped naked.

"N-not in front of my son," Gerdur pleaded. "T-take him upstairs, at least."

The bandits grinned and leered, but she watched as one of them seemingly just… stopped. Staring into space, the bandit stared in confusion before he drew his blade and lunged at another with a battle cry.

Gerdur's eyes widened in shock and confusion, watching as the bandits in her basement set upon each other in a wild rage, but her confusion faded as an invisible figure faded into view at the foot of the steps.

She almost didn't recognise Raven's bard friend, but Gerdur couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief as Anise nodded to her.

"I sent Raven away!" Gerdur admitted, making Anise nod.

"I know, Raven mentioned the tracks she was supposed to be checking out. I've sent her a magical message, but I don't know how far away she is. There're too many for me to fight," Anise explained grimly, making Gerdur nod seriously. "Take the gold, your son and hide."

"But-" Gerdur tried, making Anise shake her head.

"The big one will be back, and I doubt he'll be as easy to control as these idiots," Anise reminded her. "I'm gonna see what else I can do to help, but you can't fight. You'd just get caught again."

"R-right," Gerdur agreed. "I- thank you."

Anise just nodded, casting something as she vanished again. Her previous distrust of magic seemed so stupid now, and she prayed that Raven would get back soon. Still, there were so many…

– Sigrid –

Alvor was a big man, even for a Nord. He worked the smithy every day, gaining bulging muscles and a frame that made lesser men get out of his way as they saw her hunk walking down the street. 

But he wasn't a fighter.

He'd taken down two bandits, which would be good for most men, but when he was outnumbered ten to one, it wasn't enough as Alvor grunted, the orc's warhammer crashing into his ribs.

The Orc, the leader, spat out a mouthful of blood as he stepped on Alvor's head, her husband groaning.

"It didn't have to be this way, but you Nords are so damn stubborn. So be it," the Orc growled, lifting Alvor up by the throat as he held her husband in the air with seeming ease. "I'm gonna make you watch as I break your pretty wife and daughter. All I wanted was your money, but you had to get smart, didn't you?"

Sigrid cowered, trying to cover Dorthe with her body as the bandits leered and taunted the pair. 

Then, something happened that made the clearing in front of her house go silent.

The Orc went from sneering to staring, dumbstruck, as an arrow landed clear and true, piercing his eye. Then, he let out a scream of true pain, dropping Alvor as reality caught up to him.

A sharp whistle drew her eyes to where a massive black-furred wolf was lunging forward, Fenrir taking advantage of the Orc's pain and distraction to knock him to the ground. Fenrir didn't hesitate, ripping and tearing as the orc screamed in agony, blood and guts flying away as he was mauled to death, and Sigrid felt her heart soar as another arrow downed a lesser bandit.

Raven rushed forward, the bandits moving to surround her, but she was like the wind itself.

A bandit swung their greatsword at Raven, but in a move that demonstrated Raven's amazing flexibility, she bent backwards, and it swung cleanly over her head. She wasn't idle, dropping her bow and drawing a dagger as she spun in a move that looked more like a dance move than an attack.

The bandit fell to the floor, clutching their ruined throat as Raven darted forward, a look of sheer concentration on her face as she dodged and sliced her way through the group. Her hand snapped out, and a bolt of purple, menacing magic flew from her fingers and struck an archer, crackling as the man screamed. It didn't kill him, but it certainly delayed him long enough for her to close the distance, her dagger finding purchase.

Fenrir was a fearsome beast. She'd always feared him, despite him being Raven's pet, but as she watched him lunge at the bandit closest to her and Dorthe, she couldn't help but stare in awe as Fenrir ripped his head off with a single bite. She almost wished Fen had made it slower.

Alvor was not idle, rising to his feet, grabbing the warhammer, and swinging it at a distracted bandit. They hadn't expected him to get back up and paid for it as the hammer brought the man down. Without hesitation, Alvor swung again with a roar and smashed the bandit's head into a fine mush with the spiked hammer. Alvor was badly injured, having to use the hammer as a crutch, but the rage on his face was animalistic, and she couldn't deny that it made her thighs grow damp with arousal.

Raven was magnificent, dodging and slicing her way through the bandits with an uncharacteristic scowl on her face. Raven was always so composed, smiling and teasing, but now her beautiful features were etched in cold rage as she gutted a bandit and tossed the still-dying man at his ally, using him as a shield and a projectile. She'd always thought it was risky for Raven to go out into the woods every night, but now she could see that Raven truly was a powerful adventurer. A hero.

"Alvor, you okay?" Raven asked, pulling her dagger out of the eye socket of the final bandit in this group.

Alvor grunted, clutching a bleeding side as her eyes flickered down to it.

"I'll be fine," Alvor said, but Raven shook her head.

"Now isn't the time for stubbornness. Take Sigrid and Dorthe to the lumber mill. Sigrid, help him move. I've cleared out the bandits over there and Anise is helping heal the villagers. Get her to look at your wound," Raven ordered, making Alvor hesitate before he nodded.

"What are you going to do?" Alvor asked, watching Raven smile. It wasn't her usual teasing grin or the rarer soft smile but a bloodthirsty grin that promised pain.

"The bandits are likely to flee, after losing so many. I'm going to track them to their hideout and slaughter them to the last man," Raven swore, whistling as Fenrir stopped gnawing on a severed arm and rushed to her side. 

"Be careful," Sigrid said, rushing to Raven and giving the younger girl a tight hug. Raven just laughed, returning it softly.

"It's not me you need to worry about. I need to go, there's still plenty of these scum in the village, and I want to thin their numbers," Raven explained, pulling her bow back out with a dangerous smirk. "Make sure your man gets healed. That's a nasty blow he's taken."

Raven had a point as Alvor continued to use the hammer as a crutch. Left to his own devices, Alvor might just be stubborn enough to wait for Anise to be done with everyone else first. Raven stepped back, giving her a wink before she turned, eyes closing as she listened for a moment.

Then, she was off, Fenrir charging after her.

– Gerdur –

As they tallied their dead, she tried to ignore that Hod was one of the many corpses that needed burying. Many of the bandits had covered their retreat by setting fire to nearby buildings, and it had taken all night to put out the flames.

The death toll was still rising, but this had been a devastating night. It could have been worse, but not by much. Raven's return had been a gift from the Gods, and Anise had saved countless lives with her illusions. If she hadn't muddled so many of the bandit's minds, the death toll would be far worse.

They hadn't heard from Raven since she chased the retreating bandits, something that was starting to worry her. It had been hours, and while Raven was strong, there were so many bandits. 

Noise at the front gate got her attention, and she couldn't deny that she let out a sigh of relief as she spotted Raven and Fenrir coming down the road. Fenrir had several bags attached to him, something that seemed to be annoying to the large wolf, but he obediently trudged into the village as Raven grinned.

Her outfit was soaked in blood, but she seemed mostly unharmed.

"Did you finish them off?" Alvor asked, making her nod.

"Most of them died in the forest. That's my domain, and they were easy pickings as they blundered around. Tracked them back to their hideout in the ruins of Helgan. Looks like they've been gathering in there for a good long while, but there's nobody left now. Those that made it back didn't last long," Raven explained, removing the bags. "What loot I managed to recover. I found maps of Riverwood in Helgen as well; this was well-planned."

"Faendal was the one to let them in, the traitorous little elf," Gerdur spat. "He died trying to rape Camilla. Even with a dozen bandits at his side, he still couldn't manage to handle a single little girl."

"Good. That explains how they knew so much, I suppose," Raven agreed, running a hand through her hair. "How bad was it?"

"Bad. They killed anyone who put up a fight and burnt down dozens of buildings. We'll be rebuilding for a long time," Gerdur admitted, making Raven sigh.

"I'm going to head to Whiterun tomorrow. Riverwood needs guards, now more than ever. If Jarl Balgruuf doesn't listen, I'll go to Falkreath and ask Jarl Siddgeir instead," Raven said, and Gerdur nodded grimly. Many of their militia had been slaughtered, unable to hold off such a large and coordinated assault.

Technically, they were part of Whiterun Hold, but if Balgruuf wasn't willing to protect them, then he didn't deserve to call himself their Jarl. They were on the border of Falkreath Hold, and Jarl Siddgeir was an ambitious one. He'd happily snatch some land from Whiterun. It wasn't like Balgruuf was in a place to fight him for it. Balgruuf was trying to stay neutral in the war, while Siddgeir had joined the Imperial side of the civil war. 

She had no love for the Empire, but if it kept Riverwood safe, she'd suck up her pride and accept any help the Legion would give them. Look where neutrality had gotten them.

"I'm going to turn in for the night. Wake me if anything happens, but I think I got them all," Raven said, yawning as she did. 

"Thank you, Raven. You're a gift from the Gods themselves. I don't know what we'd have done without you," Gerdur admitted, making Raven smile gently.

"Just in the right place at the right time, I guess. Fate is a funny thing, isn't it?" Raven joked tiredly. Maybe it was fate that had Raven found her way to Riverwood, but she really was a blessing on their little village.

– Raven –

The only thing better than betraying everyone is doing it and getting them to thank me for it.

Did you enjoy the show?

'You are a bold one, aren't you?'

The silky voice in my head makes me grin as I collapse onto the bed. If I was already going to be killing people (or having my slaves do so), then I might as well make them sacrifices, right?

And who better to accept the offering of so many betrayed souls than Lady of Deception herself?

'It was a truly devious show. The lies, the betrayal, the depravity. My followers could learn a thing or two from you, little vampire. But then, you aren't just a vampire, are you? You aren't one of Molag Bal's spawn, even if I'm sure he'd like to claim you. You aren't one of my succubi either.'

Mephala, the Webspinner, purrs into my ear as I lay on the bed. Who else could I dedicate such a night of betrayal to? 

'And I do appreciate the show, little one. You might not be one of mine, but your devotion is true. What a delicious web you've weaved, plunging this boring little village into depravity, stabbing them in the back and making them thank you for it. All those souls you sent to me, how horrified they are to realise that their hero is the architect of their damnation. Their despair is exquisite.'

Giggling to myself, I remember the emotions that Faendal felt as I had Camilla kill him. I removed all my control at the end, and the despair was so sweet. 

'Most who make such sacrifices to me do so in the hope that I will reward them for whatever meagre betrayal they performed. I've had people commit far smaller acts and expect the world for it, but your soul is open to me. You didn't do this for a reward, did you? 

Nope. I just thought it would make a good introduction, Lady Mephala.

Her laughter echoes throughout the room, and my vision changes as the room vanishes away. I find myself in a cave of black rocks, my arms and legs bound in silky spiderwebs, and a figure manifests before me.

Her blazing red eyes lock onto mine as she prowls toward me. Eight spiked appendages come from her back. Her skin is dark grey, and she is dressed in a long silk-woven skirt and a small top as she looks over my body—no, my soul.

"You're a fun one, little spider. Whatever force brought you to our world has unleashed quite the abomination, hasn't it?" Mephala purrs and I simply smile proudly. 

I am what I am.

As I go to speak, she reaches down and undoes her skirt, my eyes widening as it falls to the floor and exposes something I didn't expect. Her legs are incredibly long with soft, thick thighs, but what draws my attention is the massive cock hanging between them as she gestures and my clothes are shredded.

"You've made quite the impression, my little spider. You didn't do this for a reward, but I want to give you a… gift, all the same," Mephala continues, grasping her cock and slapping it against my body as she lines herself up. 

Any attempt to speak is silenced as a sticky web covers my mouth, trapped in a spider web as she pulls back and, in a single thrust, sheathes the biggest cock I've ever seen inside me. For all my experience, I can't help but squeal into the gag, eyes going wide as Mephala slams into me, ruthlessly claiming my body as I experience my first Daedric fucking.

Time blurs, hours passing as Mephala makes use of my body for her own pleasure, but when she finally lets loose, I feel her essence flood my body and soul, a claim and a gift at the same time as I sit up in my bed with a gasp.

I'm still fully dressed, and came back at the very second that Mephala first appeared to me, despite the 'hours' of defilement, I shudder in pleasure as I feel my soul bound in Mephala's webs, a new ring on my finger. The black band holds a single amber gem, and I can feel the power within it purr.

The Ring of Khajiiti, my first Daedric artifact.

'Go forth, my adorable little spider. I can't wait to see the havoc you'll spread upon the world.'

Mephala's presence leaves me, and I instinctively know she's going to play with the souls I sent her way. 

[The Corruption of Riverwood]

Objective: Corrupt or otherwise deal with the important figures of Riverwood.

Targets: Alvor (Done), Gerdur (Done), Delphine (Done), Lucan, Sven (Done), Faendal (Done)

Rewards: Succubi Empowerment

Ah, Lucan remains the final piece to the puzzle. Well, we can't be having that, can we?

Plus, my fun last night pushed me over the edge. Controlling that many people at once was enough to make me a true expert in Domination.

[Dominate, Discipline of Control: Expert]

[Tabula Rasa]

You can wipe a victim's memory clean, save for their learned skills, leaving them a pliant effigy of themselves, ready to be moulded to suit your desires.

[Fealty]

You can enforce any oath that someone makes to you, empowering it so that it can never be broken.

[Memory Block]

You can make a target unable to talk about a memory even though they are still able to remember it.

Ah, I'm going to have fun with these ones, aren't I?

— Bonus Scene — Camilla Valerius

Sitting in her bedroom, she was glad that Lucan finally left her side. Everyone had been so understanding and careful with her, Lucan especially so. Her brother had been forced to watch as she had been defiled over and over again until Raven had saved them.

By the time Raven arrived, it felt like she'd been taken a hundred times, her ass, mouth and pussy leaking the bandits' seed. She was a ruined mess, but… they didn't get it. All their sympathies, their worries, they didn't understand.

But Raven did.

Raven took one look at her and realised the truth.

'You didn't hate it, did you?'

Raven's tone had been so confident, so understanding. She'd hated Faendal, but the 'torture' she'd been put through? It had felt so good. It was so wrong, but she wasn't moving her hips out of fear of punishment, but because she was lost to the pleasure. She'd felt those bandits rape her and loved every second of it.

'You aren't sick, Camilla. No more than I am, anyway. You're just a nymphomaniac, of course your body reacted to those big, strong men introducing you to a new world of pleasure after so many years of repressing yourself.'

Raven truly was a saint and a guiding light as Camilla felt her hand move between her legs. She felt so wrong for enjoying the defilement, but Raven had brought her out of those dark thoughts. Sex was good. Sex was natural. Why wouldn't she enjoy it when so many others did every single day?

Raven was leaving soon, and Camilla made her mind up. She wanted to go with Raven, to learn from someone who knew so much more about how the world worked. Lucan wouldn't like it, but if it was with Raven…