Firae had to admit that she had been careless, even for a carefree Daemon like herself. She hadn't fed herself in days, becoming weaker and weaker as she searched for the right target. Usually, it wouldn't have been much of a problem, but that had changed when a group of soldiers had come upon her, charging her for illegally crossing the boarders—there were boarders?—and had bound her. Usually, she would have seduced her way out of the whole thing, but with how powerless she was at the moment, it was impossible to do so. Like the care free immortal she was, she just shrugged her shoulders and went along for the ride. What was the harm on going on an adventure or two?

She was stripped of her clothes, though she hadn't really been wearing all that much to begin with, and had replaced them with an unflattering burlap sack. That had been the only time she'd found herself frustrated with the men, glaring daggers at their back with her amethyst eyes. Oh, if only they knew the sheer horror she could bring to their lives.

Luckily for them, she didn't have the strength to do anything, so they lived for another day.

After she no longer had a thing to her name, they boarded her up into a cart filled with men, all bound like she was. It seemed like they had struggled against their captors and ended up being knocked unconscious. Alone with four incapacitated men, the Daemon sighed and leaned against the side of the cart as it started to move along. Where it was headed, she wasn't sure, but it wasn't like she was in a position to do anything about it.

They rode for a long time, the only sound meeting her ears being the wheels of the cart as they continued on their unknown journey. Firae, bored, had started to hum a song to herself, but had been silenced by the cart driver. All these mere mortals seemed rude. Her patience was starting to wear thin.

Thankfully, not too long after she had been quieted, the blonde man sitting in front of her—a Nord she guessed, because of the delicious looking muscles he supported—started to stir, groaning as he pushed himself into a seated position. He went to rub at his throbbing head, only to find that his hands were bound, and his blue eyes snapped open, looking at his surroundings. He was in a cart with two strange men, his Jarl, and a beautiful woman with crimson red hair that was staring at him.

"What happened?" he moaned, his voice thick with sleep and slightly slurred because of his accent. Firae was enthralled by the man, knowing if she had the chance, she'd be sure to take him as hers. Shaking her head of the thought, the Daemon gave the Nord a soft smile and shrugged her shoulders.

"Not sure what happened to you exactly, but I was just wandering around the forest when these men swept me up and accused me of illegally crossing the boarders."

"Same as us then," the man huffed out, rubbing his head with his tied hands. He looked behind them and saw that there was another carriage filled with men and women, as well as some in front, all of which he knew, and all of which were Stormcloaks. That was right, they had been on their way back to Skyrim when they'd been ambushed. Those damn Legion bastards knew how to be sneaky.

As he thought on it, if they had all been tied up and were being herded like cattle, he didn't have to guess what was going to happen to him next. His execution huh? He had never thought his death would be so soon, especially in the middle of this war.

"I'm Firae, by the way," the woman spoke up again, catching his attention and making him blush at the look in her eyes. It was like she was eyeing him like a piece of meat. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not.

"R-Ralof," the blonde stuttered, making Firae grin even wider. How adorable. Even with how weak she was, she still held some sort of power over men. An interesting development, though she doubted it would help her in this cart.

"Pleasure to meet you, Ralof."

"Even under these circumstances?" the young man asked, making Firae cock a red brow.

"Circumstances?"

"If you couldn't tell, we're being herded to a nearby town so those damn Imperials can execute us."

Huh, so that's what they were planning? The Daemon could understand the man's fear, because his head was going to be dislodged from his body, but Firae had nothing to worry about. She was immortal on this world. If she was killed, she would just be sent back to her realm where she could recharge back to full power. It was a pity though, this perfect man was going to be sent to his death. It made her frown, though only for a second.

"Even so, it's nice to see a new face before we meet our fate," Firae said with a dazzling smile, flustering the man in front of her. By the Nine, he'd never been so staggered by a woman before. She was beautiful, he had to admit, but beauty had never been enough to derail him so badly.

They were once again shut up by the cart driver, with Firae rolling her eyes, but the pair kept their mouths shut. The woman just set her gaze between looking at her surroundings and eyeing Ralof. He'd catch her every once and a while, though he'd be the one to look away while she smirked. She chuckled to herself and decided to leave the poor man alone.

Not too long after that, the blonde man at the very end of the cart came to, groaning as Ralof had even though his mouth had been covered by a cloth. Why, the Daemon wasn't sure, but she had a new attractive man to look at. Where had all these delicious goodies been hiding when she was hunting?

"Thank goodness you're awake, my Jarl," Ralof sighed, glad to see his eyes open, "I thought they might have hit you too hard."

Ulfric would have responded, but with the taste of the dirty rag in his mouth, he was unable. All he did was nod at his loyal follower and gaze at the woman in question.

"That's Firae," the younger man spoke, "Seems she was in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"My sisters and I always find ourselves in a bit of trouble, though this is certainly most dramatic," the redhead sighed, arching her back to stretch.

Ralof sent the woman a sad gaze, noting how nonchalant she seemed about the whole ordeal. She must have been acting strong, since she now knew she was headed towards her death. He wondered if her sisters would ever know. His family certainly would.

Ulfric continued to stare at her, feeling deep within his gut that there was something… strange about her that he just couldn't put his finger on. He might have been so bold as to ask her what made her different, but he was at a disadvantage. He just let the information he gathered swirl around in his head. A strange beauty, a companion, a thief, and a stranger. The only thing they had in common was their upcoming death.

The thief was the next to awaken, almost jumping out of the cart once he realized where they were going. He'd been scolded by the cart driver as well as Ralof, though the blonde was really yelling at him for trying to steal one of their steeds. The unkempt thief just glowered after that, not paying mind to anyone other than himself.

He wasn't Firae's type anyway. The still unconscious raven haired man next to her, however, was a different story, even if he was a bit scrawny. Her hopes of bedding the three handsome Nords was quickly diminished when she remembered where they were headed. Honestly, what an absolute loss. She'd never seen such handsome men all gathered at once. It was a waste that Firae mourned.

The smaller man finally arose from his forced slumber as a city came into view. Just as the others had, he moaned out in pain before straightening up, looking around confused. His blue gaze met Ralof's and the kind man smiled.

"Finally awake, are you? Walked into that ambush, same as us. Unlucky for you, it seems."

Well, this had certainly been a strange current of events, Firae concluded, her breathing coming out in pants as she took her first breaths of freedom. Ralof, the cute blonde, and she were crouched behind a large boulder, gazes up to the sky as they watched an ebony dragon fly by.

A dragon. How long had it been since the Daemon had seen one of those? She had assumed that all of them had been killed during the Dragon War so many hundreds of years ago, but it seemed as if she had been wrong. This place—Skyrim, she had learned—was certainly in for some trouble.

"There he goes. Looks like he's gone for good this time," Ralof sighed, resting against the rock, "Hopefully, more than just us made it out."

Firae hoped so too, but their reasons for it were different. All she did was nod her head and wipe some sweat from her brow, frowning. She must have looked a complete mess.

"Come on, we'd better get out of here before this place starts swarming with Imperials. We were lucky to escape our fate, let's not try the Divines again."

The Nord started to walk then, with the Daemon following quickly behind him, gazing at the forest around her. Skyrim, huh? She'd never really made it up this far North before, but it seemed that most the country was filled with snow. She wasn't very fond of snow…

"Where exactly are we going?" Firae questioned after a few minutes of following a trail. Ralof turned his head to look at her, but quickly looked forward with a flushed face.

"Uh, my birth home isn't too far from here, and my sister still lives there. I'm hoping she can take us in for a few days while we recover from the attack. By Talos, a dragon attack…"

The redhead would have to agree. It was a startling thing to think about. Dragons, as she remembered them, had been vicious things. Something she and her sisters had easily taken care of the few times they'd attacked them, but they weren't something you wanted to face.

A pain hit Firae's stomach, causing her to exclaim and clutch the area, purple eyes closed tight. With all the happenings not even an hour before, she'd totally forgotten about her hunger. This was only the weakest of warnings her body had to offer her, but Firae wasn't really fond of the idea of being sent back to her realm from lack of proper food.

Ralof, having heard the cry, quickly turned around and caught the beauty, though she wasn't in danger of falling. His male touch quieted the annoying pain, making her sigh, but the Nord was still worried.

"Are you alright? You aren't injured, are you?"

"No, no," Firae chuckled, slowly standing back up with his help, "It's just been days since I've fe—eaten, and it seems its taking its toll on my body."

"Then we need to hurry," the Stormcloak answered, making a quick decision. He scooped the woman into his arms with ease and held her close to his chest. Surprised, but more than happy, the redhead wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer.

"Thank you," she whispered seductively into his ear. He shivered at the sound and found himself growing aroused by just it. He pushed the feeling of lust away, but sent a small smirk down at her. Without another word, they continued their walk, and Firae decided he'd be hers as soon as she got the chance to take him.

A/N: This story is going to be ALL SEX. GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS SEX. Because I'll never explain what a Daemon is in the story (or maybe I will, but whatever) I thought I'd let you know here if you haven't figured it out yet.

Firae the Daemon is Skyrim's version of a Succubus, a humanoid looking "demon" that feeds on the sex of mortals, female or male. But, seeing as I'm all for male sex, she just feeds on the males. In this story, you'll see a lot of your favorite hotties getting down and dirty, like you wish you could do in the actual game.

This story isn't going to have a real plot to it, because its only purpose is to satisfy that sexual need xD but there will be parts of the game in there. Just think of this story as a bunch of one-shots featuring the same woman, but each time she's with a different guy.

I hope you guys will enjoy reading this as much as I will writing it. If you have any suggestions on who I should add, you're free to tell me. I might have them, I might not, but I could even add them if enough people ask. Anyway, thank you for reading and it would be lovely if you left a review!

And thank you to my very good friend Suzy for helping me with this. We stayed up super late talking over the details. :3