Skyrim One-Shots

Sanguine x Reader(Female) ~Calm Revelry(2)~

He was silent as he followed the mortal up to her room, admiring and observing the way her body moved in front of him up a short set of stairs with careful but keen eyes. He didn't want to make her uneasy, after all. She was the Dragonborn, a woman of legend. A powerful champion that he admittedly did want beside him and Sanguine did not use that term lightly. He had followers, sure, but a champion? Oh, he couldn't remember the last one he had. It must have been centuries.

Centuries. No wonder why he craved this powerful mortal so intensely, no wonder why she drew him in. Not only was it her very being that called to him, but it was his lack of companionship as of late. Curse him for letting himself get this far out, nearly to the point of being rusty at the namesake of his reputation! 

Pursing his lips slightly as she opened the door to her room and quickly shuffled to the other side of it to close the balcony doors, Sanguine took a seat at her bed, watching her do so with hawk-like eyes.

She turned to him sharply once she was sure they were closed, crossing her arms and cocking her hip to the side. Oh? She had something to say, did she? Had he been too obvious or could she just tell? He reckoned she had a strong instinct, and that instinct led her to think he wasn't your average man at the inn, and boy would she be right.

"Hello, Sanguine," she drawled, a grin slowly slipping onto her lips. Sanguine couldn't help but to return the gesture- yes, she knew. Smart woman. "I have been waiting eagerly to meet you, you know. A shame to keep a woman waiting."

He liked her confidence. He liked her little kick of sass and hint of flirtation. He liked her with a concerning amount of himself, so much so he had to remind himself that his seeming chances of breaking her contracts with his brethren were slim and he would probably never get to see her as his champion. Now that was the real shame.

The daedric prince, still in his mortal form, smiled wolfishly. "I apologize, it seems like you've been awfully busy with Mora, haven't you? Nocturnal, too," he hummed. "Hircine as well. I can't blame you. Did you at least get a good fuck out of him?"

She chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. "A few. Though, I think I've found someone who can beat him, as lovely as he was. Too intense for me at some points. Controlling. Possessive. Almost as bad as Molag Bal, and I had to get Sheogorath and Nocturnal both to help me with breaking that connection. He threw a little fit when I broke it off."

Sanguine tilted his head in surprise, his grin turning to a wide smile. "You broke it off? I hadn't heard. Then again," he scoffed, rolling his eyes, "Hissy does have a nasty ego. Most of us do, though he seems to be off and on with it. Temperamental bitch; he's too sensitive to admit you didn't enjoy him after a few rounds."

"I severed it off with everyone but Nocturnal and Sheogorath, who agreed to not try to fight for me in their planes in my afterlife and to only bother me with absolutely necessary. Granted, Sheo sometimes forgets, but that's expected. He's nice about it at least," she explained easily, seemingly unbothered.

He laughed quietly. "I suppose. Both of them do not require much of their champions, but to become one, it is a mind fuck."

"How about for you, hm?" she questioned, grinning as her hands went to her hips. "Are you a mind fuck or not so much?"

"I prefer physical fucking, thank you very much. And from what I tell, you haven't gotten much recently save for that beast. Been a few months, yeah?" he taunted, leaning back on the bed so that he was now fully laying on it.

She hummed, lips curling up. Gods, that drive him mad with want already. He was used to seeing lust, but feeling it? Sanguine found himself suddenly trying to keep himself at bay from just asking to fuck her right then and there. Of course, he couldn't do anything if she just said no, but he had a strong feeling she would say yes and it set him off in all the right but wrong ways.

"A few," she affirmed. "I'm looking for someone new; permanent, this time. I'm tired of running around. So tell me, what do you want from me, my lord? Surely you won't make me fetch something, you don't seem like the type. A drinking game?"

"I think you, ____, are just right the way you are. I'm not as needy as other princes, I'll have you know," he paused for a moment. "Well, mostly."

He grinned wickedly, and he watched as one of her knees literally failed to support her weight for a split second, jutting out in a quick motion before she regained her body in hard. Oh, by oblivion, he hadn't gotten a reaction like that in ages. That, if anything, was a good sign. He hadn't even used any of his gifts on her, she had just naturally sent herself into overdrive.

She looked amazing in what she wore now; imagine her in nothing.

Blissful.

A soft giggle left her mouth. "That does sound nice. I like you already."

He grinned sharply. "I can tell."

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ooo sanguine my dude

my dude what moves are you pulling

shit man

okay, smut chapter is part 3 of this, sooo

if u wanna read it, it'll be up evenutally on the smut book as just calm revelry, so yeehaw

thanks for your patience and support and love and requests and awesomeness and beautifulness

dani out

Adieu!