A few weeks after Leandra‘s and Gregor’s wedding the vampire wandered around the region of Winterhold as she encountered a group of Vigilants.

“Halt vampire! You’re under arrest!” One of them yelled.

Leandra looked around, surprised that they finally took some action against her.

“Do you really think it’s a good idea to pester the Dragonborn and the Second General of the Legion?” She taunted.

A female vigilant stepped forward. “Actually, I have the order from General Tullius to imprison you and cleanse you of your sickness.” She told her and gave her a letter.

The Breton read it and had to agree with the Vigilant. “Very well then. Bring me to Fort Dawnguard, even though I thought I exterminated it and you can tell me everything that happened.” She said to the Vigilants of Stendarr.

 

 

“Oh, we won’t talk.” The Vigilant said and cast a paralysis spell on the black-haired woman.

 

 

 

 

After an uneventful journey to Riften Leandra was knocked out shortly before they arrived at Fort Dawnguard.

As she awoke again, she found herself bound and clothed in robes. In front of her stood the famous new leader of the Vigilants of Stendarr in Skyrim, Tamia.

“Vampire, are you ready to accept Stendarr’s Mercy and give up on your evil nature?” She asked the kneeling woman in front of her.

Leandra spit in her face before she answered. “You really think that this will be that easy? I’m a pure-blooded vampire. The gift of Molag Bal runs through my veins!” She claimed.

“You weren’t in Coldharbour. Your blood isn’t as strong as the one from vampires who have been raped by the Daedra in his domain. But as this is your answer you shall suffer for a week. You will kneel in the sun and feel like your burning. Maybe you will change your mind then.” She told her and gesticulated to two other Vigilants to get Leandra out of her sight.

 

 

 

The vampire was dragged outside and her the Vigilants tore away her robes, bound her hands and legs and put a collar with an iron chain attached to it around her neck. They then placed her on the balustrade.

“Enjoy your time with us.” One of them said and laughed as he saw her face, which expressed a great pain. “Without your ring which saved you from sunlight you’re weak, but Stendarr will protect you.” He told her mockingly and went away. The other Vigilant pinched her nipple before he also went away.

 

 

 

Leandra’s week on the balustrade was hard and painful. Every time the sun rose it burned her skin and soon enough one could see the marks, as if she was cut by a sword. After a few days she fell on the ground and the Vigilants didn’t lift a finger to help her.

 

 

As the sun set on the last day of her torment a Vigilant dragged her down the Bastion and turned her around.

“Damn you have a beautiful body.” He told her as he stared at her. “And it’s even more beautiful, as you are weak and helpless because you defiled Stendarr. Tamia said that we aren’t allowed to hurt you physically, but I don’t think that fucking you is a crime, when you have the chance to be impregnated by a true follower of the divines.” He continued his monologue and freed Leandra of her shackles. But the Breton woman couldn’t defend herself as the sun had drained her of all her power.

 

 

The Vigilant undressed and lifted Leandra’s leg. “Oh, your pussy screams for my dick.” He taunted and rammed his member inside her womanhood.

The Breton woman felt disgust as he pounded inside her, as if she was just meat he could fuck.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After a short while he placed his hand on her breast and pressed it like a sack of meat. Leandra was able to rise her arm, but her aggressor didn’t even notice.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then he finally released his semen in the vampire’s sex, who could feel his panting on her skin.

 

 

After he had finished, he shackled her again and brought her into the castle, where she was hung up on one arm. Cum still dripped from her pussy on the ground a few meters beneath her.

 

 

After half an hour Tamia entered the main hall and saw Leandra hanging from the ceiling.

“I said don’t hurt her! What do you think you are doing with that, hmm?! And is that cum I see in her pubic hair?! Who the fuck fucked her?!” She yelled. “And I don’t want to cleanse her when she’s naked! Dress her in rags!” The Redguard ordered.

 

 

After a few minutes Leandra was dressed again and knelt before Tamia.

“I ask you once again: Are you ready to abandon you evil nature, which defied the gods?” She asked the tortured woman before her.

“Yes.” Leandra managed to whisper through her dry throat.

“Good.”

 

And so, the priestess of Stendarr began to perform a ritual.

 

 

As she lowered her hands, Leandra felt her clothes burn away and she fell unconscious.

 

 

Leandra awoke in the forests of Riften, naked but warm. She looked down her body and saw that her hair had turned to red again. She waited if she could hear Vorohah’s voice in her head, but then she felt something else: Freedom. She was free of the evil spirit and she was free of the lust for blood.