Infamous Red returned to the Blackmaw Manes with a new child growing in her womb and her mate by her side. The real threat only arrived when Red had grown into the witch she was destined to be. Laws were changed, the council was torn apart and families were separated. When other witches emerged from the oblivion, Red was put through a test and if she failed, she'd lose her mate and her life. But if she passed, she'd regain control of the werewolf kingdom and become the Queen of witches.

Every four years, the eighteen-year-old human females would swarm at the Cresonation Square, silently praying they weren't late. There was always a terrified fear in their hearts. Every four years, the sixteen-year-old vampire males would arrive at Cresonation Square, hoping they seemed fashionably late. There was always a hungry desire in their hearts, although it did not beat. It was tradition that a female human and a male vampire were paired up, so the vampire could turn the human. For only males were born vampires. The females were bitten. Shea Kirse, at the young age of sixteen, is mistakingly labeled as an eighteen-year-old. Elijah Clairice is paired up with her. And at such a young age, it could be fatal to be Lawfully Bitten.

"Wh....what um are y.. you doing? " "Paying for my meal. " "I.uh..." "Shhh. I like you better quiet."

He pushed my legs apart standing between them and began kissing me back. His thick tongue parting my lips. He took over the kiss roughly causing my lips to swell. Next thing I knew his fingers were grazing the inside of my thigh creeping closer and closer to the center until he reached my moist bikini bottoms.

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Femke, a Nordic-Bosmeri woman, has come to Riften to start over. She thought she was ready for adventuring in the big, wide world outside of her meager home in the mining colony of Dawnstar. She couldn't have been more wrong. After several mishaps and roadblocks, she stumbles to Riften, footsore, hungry, and with no money to her name, in hopes of finding some good, honest work. But no one seems to trust her because she has elven blood. Turned away and alone, she is found by two members of a mysterious organization operating within Riften. One, a Nordic man called Brynjolf, takes pity on the poor human-elf and offers her a job, and if she does well, a spot within the "Guild," as he puts it. NOTE: If I owned Skyrim, I would have no need for writing fanfictions just for the heck of it. I only own Femke and my original dialogue. Everything else is credited to Bethesda Game Studios.

What if The Last Dragonborn was a twin, and his brother was roaming Skyrim. Eventually, the two will reunite when the time comes.

*Explicit and dark content (18+)* -Highest in Fantasy #201 -Highest in Werewolf #578 "Mate, if you keep squirming on my cock with that delightful pussy of yours like that anymore, I will take you right now right here. I will make you make the earth shake. I will take you hard and fast, I'll make your body scream with pleasure, I will destory that c*nt of yours, do you understand?" The dark knight. Nobody knew him, nobody wanted to. He was cruel and merciless to his enemies. He was the one who saved the innocence, but they called him dark because of the aura surrounding him and the beast inside of him. He never knew what an angel was. He never knew he was going to receive a mate. But yet, the story as it goes proves otherwise. She would save him, not only from the corruption, but also from himself. And he would save her. He would protect his flower at any cost, for she was a rose and he was her thorns. Enjoy reading! Leave a comment or a vote!