Wonderful art by amazing  Seraphim_Ka
Original - tba

   - Forward, my mighty steed! There is a kingdom to save! - M'Ria shouted, riding on Maks' back and wearing her wrap top and portal panties with a translucent pareo. Her lifemate Maks was in an unbuttoned shirt and a simple shorts, putting his furry abs on display. They both were on the beach, walking and fooling around.
   - Hey, I'm not a horse! - Maks pretended to be offended.
   - Oh, you're not! You're powerful Senche-raht and I'm a khajiit-knight serving Mane-the-Wise, and we're fighting treacherous Aldmeri Dominion! Gooo! - Raising her hand in the air M'Ria exclaimed.
   - Okay... Stomp-stomp-stomp. - He imitated a clatter, stomping his feet.
   - No-no-no! Glorious Senche-rahts don't stomping! They are not clumsy bears or noisy horses! They walk sleek and smoothly like the most skilled hunters and they are fast as the wind! - M'Ria scolded him enthusiastically.
   - Fast as the wind you say... - Maks whispered. - Well then, WHOOSH-WHOOSH-WHOOSH-WHOOSH!!! - And he rushed forward at the highest speed he could manage as a vampire. And that is nearly eighty kilometres per hour, by the way. Well, wihout spells.
   - AAAAAAAA! SLOW DOWN! SLOW DOWN!!! - M'Ria cried out in surprise.
Maks ran a little longer before he stopped, and M'Ria literally fell off his back onto the sand, breathing heavily.
   - Ha... ha... bad... ha... Senche... ha... - She lay on her back in the star pose.
   - But fast as the wind, huh. - Maks grinned.
   - I huh... meant the wind... huh... not a damn storm, haa! - M'Ria was still catching her breath.
   - Well, to be specific, it was a quite weak storm. - Maks raised a finger.
   - Screw you... - She dropped her head down under her "mighty steed's" laugh.

Moral: never use a vampire as a means of transportation without a helmet.

M'Ria & Maks ©