4Chapter II: King of beasts
Rhonan spent two months and hundred of raids with his new Pack gaining to resources to build up his power base.
Having raided farms and undefended locals, he had brought in slaves whom he put to work on restoring the fortress. The girls were given light duties, consisting of farming the lushly fertile soil surrounding the castle atop the cliff.
With the Fort at its centre, the cliff top was three miles in all directions. From above, it would look like a wide circle with a fort in the middle.
The Fort had its own water source as well, a massive subterranean reservoir connected to a fresh water quarry atop a lower cliff alongside his.
Having also captured a Legionnaire Centurion, he had a new Lycan training his old ones in fighting as a unit; this would get larger as he turned more men. While he wanted me who could fight solo, he also desired raising a fighting force without compare.
In one of the largest sub halls, he had a shrine to his father; Hircine erected, its power taking hold immediately, turning the stone floor into soil and grass, trees beginning to grow and small pools of water forming from the now earthy ground.
Within a week of its forming, animals began appearing, bears, wolves, fish in the pools, birds in the trees and glowing mushrooms on the mossy ceilings.
This gave proof to the truth of Rhonans words; he was the Heir of the Hunting Grounds.
In the main hall, the raised Dias was fully restored, a large throne of wood and furs with antlers sticking out the back residing in the centre. On either side of a long hearth, four long tables were placed for his soon to be warriors and guests.
A handful of young girls were busy with the sewing of a large banner, a black snarling wolf with amber eyes and a full moon behind it, the banner of the Wolf Lord Rhonan, Lord of Fang Peak.
By the end of his first year atop the peak, he had a strong force of fifty warriors, each trained to fight as one, forming shield walls amongst other formations.
Added to their Lycan strength and the fall back of transforming, his military power was decent enough to defend the fortress. The slaves were still working on repairs and bringing the peak back to its former glory, farms flourishing under his rule. He managed to divert water from the reservoir into forming a handful of rivers, forming irrigation for his farms.
He aimed to build another ring of defensive walls along the crest of the cliff, and a smaller fort nearby the quarry. This was a goal for his future years to come.
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Five years later
Fang Peak
Aela looked on at the massive fortifications and patrolling guards, her face fixed in shock and disbelief. He nose was telling letting her know of the fact that at least two hundred Werewolves were living atop this monstrous fortress. Not even a Legion could take this peak, not with ten thousand men could this be achieved.
The scent of her lord, Hircine was everywhere, his power pooring from the summit, her inner wolf howling in joy.
It took all of her self control just to not march in and submit to the Alpha, she could feel his power as well, so much power.
The companions had been tasked with stopping the raiders in the area, little did they know that the raiders were Lycans themselves!
So focused was she, that she never sensed the approaching presence behind her. The sharp prick of a needle was all she felt before darkness engulfed her.
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Fang Peak
Great Hall
Rhonan looked on as the huntress was dragged before him, her form very pleasing to his now teenaged senses.
He felt Serana kneel beside him, her Vampiric powers making her stealth truly great. He encountered Serana on one of his delvings, ripping a path through a near horde of undead and blood suckers to get to her.
Upon releasing her, he dominated her mind, taking complete control of her very being. She was very weak at the time, and with his aid, he returned her to his holdfast, taking her into Hircine's hollow, the sacred grove below the Peak.
Using the Elder Magic learned from Hermeus Mora, he severed the source of her Vampire power, Cold Harbour, making his own soul her true master. This was a long ritual, one that sapped much of his strength, but the rewards were great.
Serana was his, mind, body and soul, all eager to serve. She desired only to serve him, his needs were hers to fulfil.
It was common knowledge in his halls that she was his, any who dared to even stare at her would be castrated, with Serana came to ability to forge his own Vampire faction, all loyal to him, and his father Hircine.
Thanks to destroying the connection to Molag-Bal, any Vampires Serana sires will be of the Hircine bloodline, going to the Hunting Grounds upon death like the Lycans.
He had a crypt built in one of the lower halls, made to house his Fang Coven. So far it housed only ten Vampires, each still fledglings learning from Serana.
Bringing his focus back to the newest acquisition, hand idly petting Serana's head, he waiting as Aela regained consciousness, his amusement visible for all to see.
Aela's confusion was evident, taking her time regaining her wits. Before she could begin struggling, he snapped his fingers, unleashing his Aura in full, making her quail in fear, head bowed so her neck was on show, submissive. The rest of the Lycans in the hall were also in this submissive stance.
"Aela, Huntress of the Companions guild… You came here to fight, instead you shall be mine, Hircine demands it, I demand it. Submit, become my mate, like fair Serana here" he purred, hand still caressing the Vampiress.
Aela appeared to be fighting it for a few moments before her resolve diminished and she crawled to his feet, a soft whine coming from her lips.
(Lemons Begin)
Rhonan looked down at the redhead, his lust rising at her beautiful form. In a flash he was on her, tearing armour and cloth from her firm body. Without preamble he entered her from behind, her whines becoming grunts and moans.
Her mind was in bliss as she felt his massive cock ram into her, filling her completely, his balls smacking into her clit with each thrust.
Rhonan kept up his furious pace, reaming her to completion, her fifth orgasm washing over them both. With a roar and hard thrust, Rhonan began pumping his virile seed deep into the Huntress.
They remained like this, his seed trapped inside her hot core, shivers still racking her body in aftershocks.
Leaning in, he murmured "You are mine, my Aela" She gave a soft moan of acceptance, his seed leaving her content, for the first time in her lonely life.
(Lemons End)
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With Aela, he now had another veteran warrior to aid in the training of his warriors. She helped them master solo combat, surviving long enough for allies to come to the aid.
His warriors began to refer to themselves as the Wolf Guard, a name he approved of. Aela gained leadership of a hundred men, a large force indeed, this mainly coming from a blood oath of Marriage in the grove.
They and Serana were true mates, until death. The two females in his life also came to love each other as much as him, this giving him a sense of contentedness.
Serana was in command of his Vampires, now he needed another captain for the second hundred Lycans in his Wolf Guard.
To that end, he once again ventured out into the world. He spent many months travelling, leaving Serana and Aela in command, an outline of what he desired giving them a game plan.
During his third month, he found himself passing a nearby town called Helgen, a town under attack by a great black dragon.
For some reason his blood began to boil, screaming out for him to engage the Dragon in combat. Without hesitation he charged in, battleaxe whistling through the air as it smashed into the dragon's leg, cleaving through scales and muscles, only stopping when it hit the bones.
The Dragon roared in agony before its tail came crashing into him, sending him flying into a nearby wall, the wall shattering upon impact.
Left dazed, Rhonan struggled to his feet, Axe in hand he made to attack once more, only to pause as a voice slithered his way.
~Dovahkin, Hin Sil Fen Nahkip Bahloki~the black Dragon growled, the words true meaning lost to all but Rhonan, coming across as more growls then vowels.
The Wolf Lord laughed a great bellowing laugh, his bloodlust rising at the challenge. "You want my Soul, Dragon!? Come and get it!" With that he charged once more, amber eyes glowing in his feral battle lust.
The Dragon responding with Dragons Fire, scorching everything to ash, Rhonan only just managing to avoid the conflagration with a Lycan enhanced leap.
His Axe once more met flesh, rending a chunk from the beast's snout.
That seemed to end it for the winged terror; it having lost the desire to fight, took to the sky, wings engulfing the ground below in massive gusts of wind.
Rhonan had to respect the beasts speed in the air, it was already a dot on the horizon.
With a grunt, he used some magic to heal some slight singing before continuing on his way to Whiterun. 'I hope we meet again Dragon, that was the most fun I've had in years' he mused.
Before he could get far, a small hand grasped at his leg making him pause to peer down. Regardless of the fact that he was only fifteen years old, he stood at an impressive six foot two, towering over most, his Atmoran blood being given thanks for that little trait.
Upon seeing the body that connected to the grasping hand he grinned. She was truly a beauty, around his age if he had to guess, no younger that was for sure.
Kneeling down he raised the soot stained chin of a white/blonde girl, her eyes a deep blue akin to the sky above.
"What is your name, speak" He growled, belying the smile on his face.
Weakly she tried to raise herself to her knees as well, her injuries becoming more apparent as she moved. "Valka, Freyasdottir. Please my lord, I beg your aid" She stated, voice stronger then her body would have you believe.
Without much thought, he summoned his Magicka, casting a healing spell upon the wounded girl. She gave a small gasp as the magic began to ease her pains and breathe new life into her once more.
Grinning a toothy smile, he stated "Your life is now mine, a life debt owed. Serve me and I shall make you strong, betray me and I shall hunt you to the ends of Nirn and back if need be. Understand!" he finished, amber eyes flashing wildly, Aura pulsing at full power.
She instinctually began grovelling, her head bowed, and respect kindling within her soul. "Yes milord" Valka said, gratitude ripe in her soft voice.
Giving a grunt he gathered her up, carrying her bridle style, once more turning towards Whiterun. 'If I train her well, she might just be the next Captain of my Guard. And more' he grinned.
To his back the ruins of Helgen were alight, Dragons Fire still ablaze.
(A/N) Hi all, this is an itch that's been needing to get scratched for some time now. It is my hope that I can give it the respect it is due without offending anyone, but really my OC isn't a good person, he's an antagonist at best.
As you can see, the Dragons are indeed using Dragon tongue, something I shall be taking my time doing to get it right.
I struggle with Dialogue so patience please, any help or advise would be very much appreciated. That being said, if you're going to be a poodoo you know where the figurative door is, let it hit ya on the way out!
This is going to be the first book, Rhonan and his stay in Nirn. Second book will be another world and so on. I hope it remains interesting but meh, to each their own I guess.
Just putting it out there, im not sexist at all, this story is based in times where women were treated with less respect then men, just a fact. Thats not really shown in Elder scrolls but im mixing it with our own dark ages funk. Dont endorse slavery, its being used to make my OC more of a poodoo.
It's a dark fic, not always kittens and huggs. you want that go Elsewyre, see what i did there?
Enjoy!
Words used in Dovahzul:
"Dovahkin" = Dragonborn
"Hin sil fen nahkip bahloki" = "Your soul will feed my hunger"