The wolf and the lioness - The next steps (Patreon)

Serana Volkihar, Blue Palace, Solitude

Solitude had changed, there was no doubt about that, Serena thought, looking through the balcony of her assigned room in the palace

It was a great feeling, to forget everything, at least for a while, sooner or later she would have to leave this place

"Everything in order?" said a familiar voice, causing Serana's attention to return to the room

Looking at Cirilla in all her glory, that ashen hair, those green eyes and that smirk of fun and mischief on her perfect face

Serana smiled softly and said

"The place is perfect," she said honestly

Ciri nodded and without waiting for an invitation, she began to walk towards Serana, wiggling her hips sensually and looking at Serana as if she were prey

Something extremely amusing for the vampire maiden, usually things worked backwards, although she was not surprised by the young warrior's confidence in her abilities

Ciri was lethal and accurate, a well-lubricated killing machine, to be honest, Serana doubted she would be able to defeat her in combat

And according to rumors, her husband, the Winter Lord and de facto Jarl of Solitude, was even more lethal and powerful than her

A promising notion for the young vampire

"And the she-wolf? It's usually your shadow," Serana asked curiously, after all, it was quite strange not to see Ciri and Aela together

The ash-haired young woman snorted, taking a seat and crossing her beautiful, strong and long legs, dressed in brown leather pants that did wonders for her figure

“Aela is training with Solitude's archers; they are practicing aim with moving targets”

Serana nodded, that made sense, considering that ancient creatures were soaring through the skies again

Dragons were legends even in her time, seeing them alive was... An experience both wonderful and terrifying

"Are you sure you don't want to stay? We've dealt with vampires before, no offense, but Jon and I hunt them for fun, at least the ones that usually give problems to villages," Ciri said with total sincerity

Serana shook her head, she didn't understand, the Volkihar, her clan, weren't crude vampires

"Not mere vampires, my father... it's a problem, sooner or later he will receive information about what happened in Dimhollow and will look for me all over Skyrim” confessed Serana

Ciri just nodded and said cautiously

"We can help you, you know?  That thing you have, I don't know what it is, or where it comes from, but it's powerful, very powerful and therefore dangerous, if your father is as terrible as you say, the last thing I want is for such a tool to come back into his hands," Ciri said seriously

Serana was silent for quite some time and Ciri gave her the space she needed

"My father wishes to use the elder scroll to…" however, Serana's words were interrupted by a guard, clad in the new armor Jon had commissioned

Made of steel with a black gambeson and blue capes with furious wolves embroidered on it, a rather evident distinction that, the soldiers of the palace were more loyal to Jon than to Solitude in general

"Lady Ciri, Queen Elisif sends me to inform you that Jarl Jon has just arrived at the palace, your presence in the Throne room is required," said the guard with evident emotion, while, without waiting for an answer, he returned the way he came

For her part, the silver lioness stood up and spoke

"Well, there's no time like now, come on," he ordered, taking Serana's arm and dragging her into the throne room through the corridors of the Blue Palace

Serana went silently, really expectant about this Winter Lord, he had a pretentious title, however, everyone spoke with reverence and respect about him, something not so common in a ruler

In a few moments, Serana arrived at the scene, finding Queen Elisif the fair, a strong woman who normally maintained a serious countenance, smiling radiantly at one of the most impressive men she had ever seen

Dressed in a blue robe with silver details, wearing an evidently enchanted silver armor, a full-fledged battle sorcerer, he moved like a predator, observing everything around him with calculating and domineering eyes, his face was relaxed, but Serana knew perfectly well that he was totally alert  

Serana wasn't seeing a mere human, she was sure of that

Jon Snow was something more, much greater than a simple sorcerer

Calmly and in total control of the situation, Jon spoke

"The situation is more complicated than we thought, the dragons are a great danger for everyone, but they also give us an opportunity, we must capitalize on this as soon as possible and prepare an all-out offensive towards Winterhold and start a Sea blockade of Windhelm, Falk, sends a message to Tulius, we will talk about the campaign against Korir" Jon ordered

He had returned and within minutes, he had taken control of the situation, giving direction to the war

And they all obeyed

The court dispersed, the Thanes retired to prepare the funds, the local sorceress, another vampire, returned to her studies, while she and Ciri, Elisif, and were left alone with Jon and a young warrior who followed him like a shadow and looked at him as if he were an incarnate God

"My love," said Ciri, walking towards her husband and kissing him without any shame or qualms, to his obvious pleasure and Serana's discomfort

The act lasted quite a long time, until both of them breathed short, Jon's hands were held possessively on Ciri's waist, while she molded to his body and caressed his shoulders calmly

Jarl Elisif stepped forward, his face with obvious concern

“Jon, Ciri told me about what happened, are you...?” at that moment, Jon interrupted her

"Dovahkiin, Dragonborn," he said solemnly, surprising Serana

Elisif seemed conflicted for some reason, until she calmly spoke

"My marriage to Torygg was a simple agreement, there was no passion between us, but there was friendship and respect, he was a good man and he didn't deserve to die the way he did..." Elisif said with a lost look, before focusing his gaze directly on Jon, her eyes full of fury and determination

"Do you know it? The Thu'um that Ulfric used to assassinate his king?”

Jon nodded solemnly, causing Solitude's sovereign to nod, Elisif walked to Jon and took his face with both hands

"Promise me something my love, that when the time comes, and you conquer Skyrim, you will execute Ulfric in the same way he did Torygg, without honor, without glory, and that you will use the Thu'um, to tear and desecrate his body, in the same way he did," Elisif snapped, really furious

 Serana had only a cursory knowledge about the duel that started the civil war, however, it was evident that this was important to the queen

And apparently, the Winter Lord knew it all too well

Jon nodded gently, caressing Elisif's face, making her simply lean on his hand with her eyes closed, an intimate gesture that made Serana uncomfortable, but at the same time, filled her with a feeling of envy

She had never felt anything like that, that closeness or affection, they were alien to her, and after what happened... of what she had to endure with Molag Bal, she did not feel worthy of such a feeling

And then, those gray eyes, powerful and calculating, focused on her... evaluating and judging her

And Serana endured the gaze, while Ciri intervened

"She's the one I told you about, we found her in Dimhollow, Aela and I, she's a..." but Jon interrupted her

"A vampire, a pure-blooded one it seems" Jon said watching and analyzing her, his face serious

Serana swallowed hard, the speed with which he had analyzed her was... alarming, to be honest

"She needs our help dear," Ciri said, intervening on Serana's behalf, taking Jon's arm

The Winter Lord nodded softly and walked to Solitude's throne, taking a seat matter-of-factly

"Speak," he ordered, his voice, barely a whisper and loaded with power, made the entire castle tremble

And Serana obeyed, walking toward the center of the room

"What do you know about the Elder Scrolls?" she asks bluntly, it was evident that this man hated wasting time, a quality that Serana admired

Jon responded calmly

"Powerful artifacts, the Guild catalogs them as multiversal fragments of Creation itself, incomprehensible to most people, the past, present and future lose meaning with them, although all this is only theoretical, I've never seen one, I don't even know if they are real" Jon said calmly

At this point, Ciri intervened, her face more than serious

"They are, the Elder Scrolls are real, I've seen one, I've read it," said the lioness cautiously, she still had that topic of conversation pending with her beloved

Jon looked at her with concern, which slowly turned into seriousness

"Tell me everything," Jon ordered

And they both obeyed, Jon radiated power, he was easily the most powerful mage Serana had ever met and if the sword at his waist was any indicator, he also possessed martial prowess

Would it be enough to defeat Harkon, High Lord of the Vampires?

Only time would tell

Jon Snow, Thalmor Embassy, Haafingar

"Welcome back my Lord," said the Justicar with a bow reserved for the ambassador's most important guests

In this case, the Winter Lord himself

Jon nodded calmly and asked

“Where are my naughty ambassador and my brat of an apprentice?”

The Justicar snorted, drowning out a laugh, only the Winter Lord would have the balls to refer to Lady Elewen, an Altmer of high rank and lineage like that

"Receiving the guests, my Lord, I was commissioned to inform you that the playroom is ready for tonight," said the elf calmly

Jon nodded and gave the sorceress a few septims

"For the hassle, keep the minimum number of guards out of Eleven’s quarters tonight, it will be quite noisy," Jon advised

The Justicar nodded blushing and left the place, leaving Elisif, Ciri, and Jon alone

"I must confess that, when you informed me that Ambassador Elewen was one of your recurring lovers, the morbidity was too much for me, she is always so demure and formal," Elisif said with amusement, as they entered the embassy

At those words, both Ciri and Jon snorted, Elewen was like all Altmers, a vicious slut looking for wild fucking

"Jarl Jon, Queen Elisif, Lady Ciri, Welcome," said a familiar, feminine voice full of a thousand emotions

Jon looked back at the source of the voice, finding Arwena, sheathed in a tight and revealing gold dress, with wolves embroidered in black, her beautiful hair was braided and her body adorned with expensive jewelry, two in particular standing out

A gold circlet with emeralds, courtesy of Jon and enchanted, and a gold choker with a wolf medallion

“Arwena dear, nice to see you, did you enjoy your time off? In a couple of days we're going to Winterhold, there's a rebel Jarl to tame," Jon said, without commenting on the immediate visit to the College of Mages

The Elder Scroll still worried him, but he would cross that bridge as soon as Korir was kneeling at his feet

It was important to implement the blockade of Windhelm as soon as possible, Jon knew that Ulfric would attack soon and did not want to give him the opportunity to regroup with his allies

The elf nodded excitedly, content at the notion of shooting flames and lightning at rebels without distinction, at least until Ciri walked towards her with a look full of promise

"Are you wearing your jewel as we commanded you, my dear?" purred the lioness, enjoying how the beautiful elf blushed and lowering her gaze, nodded in shame

Jon just laughed, while Elisif looked confused and lost

"What Jewel?" she asked aloud, making everyone look at her

"Arwena, show your jewel to the Queen," Jon ordered, slapping her on the butt lightly but firmly, causing the elf to shudder and stifle a groan

The young elf blushed completely and whispered

"But My Lord, there are a lot of people here! My body is only for your eyes and pleasure," Arwena begged, but Jon didn't give in, he just stared at her silently until, in embarrassment, the sorceress lifted her dress and parted her butt cheeks, leaving Elisif dumbfounded and hotter than ever

Nestled between the perfect buttocks was a plug, made of pure silver and the largest ruby Elisif had ever seen, the young elf's bottom throbbing rapidly, and a river of love juice gushed from her womanhood

Pleased, Jon stroked her butt and pulled the dress down again

"Good girl," she said approvingly, making Arwena smile, but looking around, praying that no one had seen her

Jon spanked him again and ordered

"Go and have fun, as soon as the party is over, you will go to Elewen's room, it will be a long night for both of you, I'm inspired" Jon promised with amusement

When they were left alone, Elisif could only look at Jon with a pout and speak

"You haven't given me a jewel like that; doesn't my ass deserve it my love? I know you like to fill it to the brim with your seed" asked the queen with a false tone of pity 

Jon just laughed and gave her a discreet spank, eliciting a laugh from Ciri and a yelp from Elisif

"Behave my queen, it's an official event, we'll play with your delicious ass later" Jon said

Elisif nodded with a smile and began to talk about banal topics, however, Jon's mind was still in conversation with Serana, the maiden's words painted Harkon Volkihar as a terrible threat

And the prophecy she mentions... Jon didn't even want to think about what devouring the sun meant

"A Septim for your thoughts, my dear?" asked an elegant and sophisticated voice, bringing Jon back to reality

The Winter Lord glanced quickly at Elewen, dressed in her finest robe, one that hugged her figure exquisitely, even if her body was covered from head to toe

She was elegance personified

Jon responded quickly

"I'm going over the details of Winterhold's campaign, we're leaving in three days and everything must be perfect," Jon lied quickly, looking Elewen in the eye

Did he feel bad? Not at all, his beloved Altmer was also keeping secrets from Jon, so he considered it fair

Elewen nodded elegantly and approaching Jon whispered

"We have to talk, as soon as you notice me going to the security building, follow me, the guards won't stop you," Elewen said discreetly and, to Jon's dismay, she looked a little uneasy

More trouble, thought the Winter Lord, he knew Elewen, that slight tremor in his eye, barely noticeable to anyone else, was a serious indicator that the Altmer was stressed and Jon had a bad feeling

"Enjoy the party dear, we'll talk later," said the ambassador, and without further ado, she continued to receive the guests

Jon shook his head, Elisif and Ciri were trying some snacks, leaving Jon in one of the corners of the room, when suddenly

"Your drink Sir," said a servant, offering a tray of brandy to a surprised Jon

"I don't..." Jon tries to say, without success

Without waiting for an answer, the Bosmer put a glass in Jon's hand and walked away immediately, without giving the Winter Lord time to respond

Jon grimaced, but didn't think much of it, at least until he felt a strange texture in his hand, similar to a crumpled scroll

Jon looked at the cup curiously, raising both eyebrows as he observed how a small piece of parchment was hidden at the bottom of the cup

Jon picked it up and began to read the message, raising both eyebrows

It was from Delphine, a short and to the point message

“Thalmor Secrets, interrogation room, Ulfric”

A few words, for a small piece of parchment, Jon shook his head and with a simple gesture burned the paper completely

He would talk to Elewen about this interrogation room, it sounded like something important, after all

But that would be later, he would enjoy the party and the entertainment tonight, his blood demanded submission and control, an almost impossible need to control to dominate and possess

He had to learn to control his new instincts, sometimes he felt more like a beast than a man

Jon's thoughts were interrupted by a stealthy female voice, a mature woman with a stern countenance

"So, you're the one who's been making Ulfric's life hell."

Jon looked at her with intensity and an impassive look and the woman responded in the same way

They were both challenging each other with their eyes and both were impressed with what they saw

"It seems so," said the Winter Lord, bowing his head for a moment, a simple greeting, no more and no less

The woman nodded with an icy look and stretched out her hand, a Breton protocol

"Maven Black-Briar," he said, offering his hand

Jon took it by inertia, years of etiquette with Luwin came to him by instinct

"Jon Snow," he said simply, still amazed at not seeing the revulsion and hypocrisy of the Lords of Westeros

Maven saw him in a calculating way, imagining a thousand ways to use Jon for her plans, but there was respect for him, for his name and power

"Rumors say that you are preparing another campaign, that you intend to attack Riften and corner Ulfric" said the woman while drinking her brandy, around the mood of the party increased, the guests began to grope the servants and it was evident that the time was approaching to finish dinner and start with dessert

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jon said with amusement, getting a snort in response from Maven

"You are a powerful sorcerer and a great commander, but you must work on your body language, but you are young, you can still learn," said the woman nodding to herself, looking at Jon as someone looks at a stallion

Jon just laughed, it was refreshing to find someone with an attitude like this

"We can talk about nonsensical stupidities or we can go to the point of your intervention my Lady, I have a feeling that I will leave the place sooner rather than later" said Jon, watching with amusement as Ciri caressed Elisif butt in a corner of the room, both obviously drunk

Maven watched the show impassively

"I'll offer you Riften, the city on a silver platter, in exchange..." and at this point, Jon intervened, all his attention on the ambitious woman

"Of power, a title, a lineage, not a simple merchant, you want to be Jarl of Riften" Jon said cunningly, people like Maven were... So easy to read

The woman nodded, not even trying to deny the intention

“What did you say?” she asks, moving his glass

Jon looked at her in silence for a few seconds, until, gesturing toward a lonely table, he ordered

"Take a seat, it doesn't hurt to listen to your offer, Maven Black Briar," Jon said, eliciting a smug smile from the woman

Maven believed that she would find a young sorcerer, powerful but gullible, that she could manipulate at her convenience

She does not know that she was getting into the dragon's jaws and that, although the dragon would give her what she wanted, she would also demand a lot in return

The total submission of the Black Briar clan...