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Path of Dovahkiin	By : QnKoopa Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 1200 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-***ONESHOT***
- 1
Passing under the portcullis she couldn't help the feeling of belonging that washed over her. The journey back had been by far the longest she had embarked on, distance having nothing to do with the perceived length. Who knew that a heavy heart was far more burdensome than any set of armor she had ever worn? She never imagined she would have to carry the news that she did from Markarth back to Whiterun. A part of her however, was glad to be back despite the increase in guards and the daunting conversation that lay ahead of her.
She noted that the sun shone brightly down on the streets but would soon descend behind the stone walls casting the city in the dim late day shadows of dusk. Her former home was missing the old comfortable friendliness that she remembered. Young children were not chasing each other through the streets playing and squalling. There were also fewer stray dogs wandering on the outskirts of town begging for scraps, casualties to cooking pots to satisfy hungry bellies no doubt. These small things were becoming commonalities in every city across Skyrim as both Alduin and the war took their tolls. She carried a heavy guilt with her regarding the latter. She had never asked to walk the path that kept appearing at her feet and the more she tried to run from it, the worse the consequences had become. It had been easy enough to turn a blind eye to the suffering of others, to justify moving around in an ill attempt to escape the grim duties her birthright had burdened her with. The latest however, had been a direct personal blow and the time for running was over.
Shrugging off the perceived heaviness of her feet she continued up the street to the first courtyard where the market had been. No vendors were out and the stalls had fallen into a state of disuse. The once primly painted signs were fading, the crates that once overran with fruit and fish now sat empty with the exception of one housing a particularly scrawny yellow eyed tom cat that bristled and hissed menacingly at her approach.
Steadily she climbed the stairs up into the second courtyard, the Gildergreen tree still stood centerstage against the magnificent backdrop of Dragonsreach. To her right was her destination, Jorrvaskr.
She met the eyes of a few guards along the way but nodded her head slightly to each, to which they all paid her no mind. She had bought a simple robe from a Khajiit trader before stashing her armor and weapons well outside of town. The common apparel and lack of any weaponry made her very uninteresting to any guards she did happen to pass. Good, the last thing she wanted was to take more lives to avoid being dragged back to Markarth in chains. The guards simply didn't care about her when they were busy watching for dragons or stormcloak attacks. Eralin knew too, that most were good men trying to earn an honest wage then go home to a bed warmed by their wives. More guilt rose in her gut at the thought and she had to push it back down.
She had wound up with a substantial bounty after the dragon attacks, to be brought before the Jarl for questioning. She knew better than to loose her Thu’um within town, but the last attack had unfortunately left her no choice. And if news travel fast then rumors travel faster. Either way, it wasn’t enough to save him.
Thoughts and memories swirled inside her head in an unwelcome torrent. The task at hand however, recentered her mind and she continued her climb. One last set of stone steps and she stood at the entrance of Jorrvaskr. Pausing for a moment she sucked in a deep breath and let it go slowly, hoping that it would calm her nerves. Before she had a chance to pull the large wooden door open the deed was done for her. She stood to the side to let whomever was leaving exit. Aela stepped out and their eyes met. Knowing there was no hiding from the circle members she turned to face her friend. The drone of many voices flowed from inside.
"Sister, it has been a long time." Aela stepped forward her arms open and Eralin returned the embrace thankfully. "What has brought you back, we feared the worst since news came of the dragon attacks at Markarth. Vilkas has been ill-tempered at best from lack of word from his twin."
Eralin's chest tightened. "Aela, I must speak with Vilkas and frankly I do not have much time to linger here in Whiterun."
Aela stiffened. "You've only just returned; will you not take up your post as you promised us?"
"Alas, if only I could." Eralin’s voice was steady. After all the quests she had undergone, all the adventures, all the assassinations, the robberies, the atrocities, this was the last thing in the world she wanted to do. But her voice did not betray her. “As I said I need to speak with Vilkas, and then I must leave once again.”
Both disappointment and disapproval washed Aela's smile from her face. "You had better wait, he is in assembly with clan leaders from around Skyrim discussing a plan of action."
"A plan of action? For what?"
"It is not your concern anymore, you put that weight on the shoulders of your brother-in-law." She spat the last three words out sarcastically before turning and storming down the path. Eralin watched her pick up a large bundle of furs and start down towards the plains district never looking back. She wished she could tell her shield sister everything that had happened, but it seemed easier saying goodbye this way.
"That is not the only evil I have committed here, sister." Eralin whispered as she turned and slipped in through the still open door.
The great hall of Jorrvaskr was depressing in comparison to what it had been. The long tables that were once filled with hot juicy meats, sweet fruits, and copious amounts of ale and mead now only held a few platters of bread and scattered jugs. She sat at a table in a corner out of the line of sight of Vilkas. His striking figure stood at the middle of the long table in the Harbinger’s place. His voice ringing in her ears above all the others straining to be heard in the ruckus.
Poking half-heartedly at a hard loaf keeping her eyes down and listened to the heightened voices at the main table. The bread she picked at could easily be used to break windows and the jug nearest her held sour wine that made her stomach knot further.
"We must do something to feed ourselves! There is going to be nothing left to sustain Whiterun for much longer, how do you purpose we keep when the snow flies?!" Vilkas was near shouting at a stone-faced man three chairs down.
"Do you think we would last much longer outside the safety of Whiterun's walls with all the dragons flying about? Or Ulfric and his stormcloaks? We are farmers and shop keepers!" He returned.
"Better to die in an honest fight than starving in a hold like a frightened child. Farmers and shop keepers yes! But also NORDS!" Vilka's voice stirred some whoops of encouragement from various companions around the room. There were many more initiates wanting to join. The promise of a strong group surrounding you was greatly more appealing these days it seemed.
The exchange continued between the two men and Eralin came to realize she was within earshot of three young women standing towards the back of the room, tittering amongst themselves like hens. A young nord lass with golden hair stared in the direction of Vilkas as her two friends doted on her. "You should just go for it!", "You are the prettiest shield maiden in Jorrvaskr, how could he say no?", "Can you imagine being married to the Harbinger of the companions?" They continued and their conversation grew more disrespectful to downright lewd.
She swallowed hard as she fought the beast blood in her veins. It called for their insolent tongues. With a little magic she could move among the strongest of Drauger without detection, needless to say they were surprised when she appeared at their sides and spoke quietly.
"It is in poor taste for any shield maiden to speak of her leader in such a manner." Eralin maintained her composure as she spoke despite her anger.
The young nord glared at her and with no attempt to hide her scorn replied, "And who are you to judge me? A Bosmer? Be gone! Before I run you through for tainting my homeland with your filth!"
The young woman's bravado amused her elven side but the beast still howled in anger. Swift as a shadow at night she slid behind the girl and pressed her dagger to the small of her back. The girl barely parted her lips to let loose a scream before Eralin covered her mouth with her hand and whispered in her ear the way a lover might.
"Two things you should know child. First, I now hold your life in my hands. One small movement of my wrist and Skyforge steel will send you to the afterlife before your corpse hits the floor. Second, I see you..." She placed emphasis on her use of "see". "You have no comprehension of what it is to be a companion. Therefore, you waste your time here trying to become one." She pushed the girl away as she fell back into the shadows against the back walls of Jorrvaskr. The commotion of the high table masked any small squabbles that may have happened within its surroundings.
The girl's gaze flailed around as she searched in vain for her assailant, her face white as moonstone. Her friends were equally confused by the situation as all they knew, one minute a woman had appeared threatened their friend and the next she was gone. Quickly she made her way to the door of Jorrvaskr and left her two friends trailing at her heels yelling after her.
Aela entered the door which they had made their hasty exit, shaking her head and muttering about whelps under her breath. Shoving past the crowd she placed one lone bottle of Briarwood Ale on the table in front of Vilkas. "He would only part with one." She said.
Vilkas shook his head. "Alas Aela, it seems no decision is to be made on this day." He took his dagger out and slammed the blade deep into the thick wooden table. Glaring at the men around the table he sighed in resignation, "Excuse me ladies and gentlemen. I will take my leave, if you should change your minds and wish to join us please do me the courtesy and let me know before sunset tomorrow. I have preparations to attend to. The companions will be departing Whiterun in a two days’ time." He turned from the table and went out the back door into the training yard.
Angry mummers broke from part of the crowd while the Companions yelled out “Harbinger!” in unison to signal their support of their leader. The gathering broke, most of the company exited the great hall either back out into the city or down to the Companion barracks. Only a few stragglers remained to pout at the stale bread on the tables much the same way Eralin had. A few lingering streams of light that snuck in from beneath the wooden doors, meandered slowly to their eventual demise as the sun completely sunk behind the battlements.
Stepping away from the wall Eralin approached the table where Vilkas had deposited his knife. Pulling it from the wood she pulled the folded paper from the blade. She hadn't noticed him write anything, of course her attention had been on the fool of a nord girl. Aela approached her from behind.
"He knows you are here, as I did."
Without turning toward her friend Eralin replied, "I am many things Aela, but I am no fool." Unfolding the parchment, she read.
"Underforge, After dark."
Refolding the note she tossed it on to the glowing embers of the fire and watched as it lit and blackened. Aela came to stand at her side and looked at the embers, both silent for a long while.
Breaking the quiet Aela spoke first, "Are the rumors true?"
Eralin 's gaze lowered from embers to her feet and her eyes closed. She sighed.
"So they are." Aela answered. Her understanding of who her closest friend was, of what she was; all changed. "I understand why you could not and cannot be Harbinger. Though I still, like it not."
Grabbing the bottle of mead from the table top she bit the cork and pulled. The cork gave way with a small pop and Aela spat it into the fire before taking a long pull from the bottle. Smacking her lips she held the bottle to Eralin. “No sense letting it go to waste. Seems like you could use it.”
Grabbing the bottle with a snort of consent, Eralin lifted the bottle toward her sister in thanks before drinking. The mead was sweet on her tongue and warmed her throat as she drank.
Passing the bottle back she looked up at her friend knowing the likelihood that this would be their final farewell. "Please know that if I could change my path, I would. Gods know I have tried and failed, I cannot keep running from the task which is mine and mine alone." Turning she went to the back door a Jorrvaskr and pulled it open. Speaking over her should she smiled at Aela "I love you sister. I hope to find you in the great hunting grounds of the hereafter."
Aela nodded slowly and Eralin stepped out closing the door behind her. The moonlight bathed her as she stepped off the covered platform and made her way slowly up the path to the secret entrance of the Underforge. The “lock” was already sticky and red but would not allow her entry until her own beast's blood was loosed upon the stone. Pressing her palm to the sharp point she reopened a wound that had been opened many times before. The granite slab groaned as the ancient magic moved it aside and she stepped in.
He was just removing the last of his heavy armor when the stone started to open. Rage flashed up his spine like lightning, anger that was tinged with something else. Something more primitive that he had hoped he had forgotten. "Sister in-law." Vilkas' voice was rough, stern and his refusal to use her name stung her. "What brings you back to the walls of Jorrvaskr?" Her scent filled the cavern and only fueled the flame of his temper.
She had no idea where to start or what to say. She simply looked at him and took a step closer. Her lips had gone dry. Her throat was tight.
"SPEAK!” He snapped which made her start. “For I have no time for games." His arms crossed over his chest.
She swallowed, "Vilkas... I... Farkas is... He’s…."
"Dead." He cut her off, his voice harsh. "Yes, I know. Have you any other old troubling news for me?"
She had half expected him to know but it still came as a small shock. She looked at him, almost exactly the same as when she had first met him. But he had gained a new hardness, one that made her even more uncomfortable now as she had been around him then.
"I only thought you should be told face to face." Her voice was quiet as she stepped forward and pulled a leather cord up over her head. The small steel wolf's head that had lived around her late husband's neck hung from the cord. She held it out to him. She thought his stony features gave way for a split second as he looked his twin's wolf. He snatched the cord violently from her hand causing her to jump once again.
"WHY DO YOU BRING ME THIS, WOMAN?! HAVE YOU NOT INFLICTED ENOUGH ON ME THAT YOU MUST ADD TO MY MISERY?!" The points of the wolf dug into his palm as he clenched his fist painfully around it, inches from her face, as he yelled.
She stood her ground and faced his rage, she owed him that.
"YOU STOLE MY BROTHER! YOU SADDLED ME WITH YOUR RESPONSABILITIES TO THE COMPANIONS AND RAN OFF! YOU DISSAPEAR WITH NO WORD FOR MONTHS INBETWEEN, ONLY RUMORS OF LIFE, STORIES OF DEATH AND YOU BELIEVE YOU CAN JUST RETURN?! TAKE UP THINGS WHERE THEY LEFT OFF?!" Stepping away from her he moved to position the large stone basin between them, wanting some distance. Placing his hands on the rim of the stone vessel, he his hung his head and took in a deep breath.
"You are mistaken Vilkas, I did not return with the intent to stay." She responded with a slight waver.
He looked up at her, anger still flooding his eyes. “You just wanted to rub salt in my wounds? Is that it?”
"I simply meant to put Farkas to rest where he belonged." She regained and even tone to her own amazement.
His voice quieted but was still dripping with malice, "You were his wife!" He had to grate the last word out through gritted teeth. "He should remain with you. If you do not intend to stay then you will carry this with you where you go." He tossed the wolf's head onto the opposite rim of the stone in her direction, the metal ringing on the granite.
Her voice rose slightly in response, "I will not! He will not be able to rest where I go!" Tears burned behind her eyes but she refused to let them fall.
Stepping around the center stone he closed the space between them in two swift strides. Grabbing her upper arms he almost shook her as he yelled. "WHERE DO YOU GO THAT YOU THINK IS SO DAMNED IMPORTANT!? WHERE DID YOU GO THAT WAS MORE THAN WHAT YOU HAD HERE?!" His voice finally cracked and his shoulders slumped, his head hung defeated. "Where did you have to go that he could follow, yet I could not?"
Gods, this was going the exact direction she feared most! She tried to squirm from his grasp to leave but his grip was steel.
"You owe me an explanation!" It was a whisper but a command none the less.
She brought her hands up to his cheeks and tilted his face until their eyes met. "I selfishly took something that was not rightfully mine to take. And I ran as a coward runs with what I stole because I could not have what a truly wanted."
"Your riddles do not answer why you did what you did. Crafty words may have worked on my brother but make no mistake, I am not Farkas."
"Believe me Vilkas I know that, better than I care to admit aloud."
"Yet you chose my twin and left me here to look after your duties as Harbinger." He was bitter, and he had every right to be.
"Don't you see? I had to name you Harbinger in my stead. I will not ask forgiveness for that, for you were the best for the good of the companions!"
"You misunderstand, I do not hate you for the honor of being named Harbinger."
"Ah, but you do hate me!" She cut him off. She knew the real reason, felt it. She needed to hear it from his mouth, she somehow thought it would give her the resolve she needed to march off to what she was sure would be her death.
"I... I..." He paused and she knew he could relive the memories as clearly as she could.
"I HATED MY BROTHER! HATED EVERY SECOND HIS HANDS RAN OVER YOUR SKIN! EVERY TIME HE ENTERED YOUR BODY! HATED YOU FOR LETTING HIM! FOR LOOKING AT HIM THE WAY YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN LOOKING AT ME!" His shouts quieted to a reasonable yet scornful level. "I should really be grateful that your marriage bed was as chaste as a monastery most nights. But still, every night I reached out to my twin praying you were still gone and dreading it at the same time."
His breath shook slightly from his anger. "You told me you felt for Farkas what I felt for you. I say you lied to me, I know you did! The question is why? Why?! When you could have had me."
Her reply came unbidden and quiet, "I needed to know the companions were well taken care of but I was not strong enough to completely leave you behind. I took a gamble that I could see you through Farkas, a gamble that I won. Though at the time I had no idea that the cost would be so great. Someday I hope I can ask his forgiveness for that selfishness. Yes, I loved Farkas but in far different ways than how I love you!"
Vilkas had never loved someone so much and loathed them at the same time as the woman who stood before him. Two forces battled within him. The nord man who was crushed by the loss of his brother and best friend wanted to strike her and walk away forever. The same nord man coupled with the beast screamed to claim her; to make her irrevocably his forever. One thing remained to be seen with his own eyes, even though he knew what he would find. He moved behind her as a predator circling prey, only closer and more dangerous. She stood her ground, his brave one. In one fluid, powerful motion he tore open the thin fabric covering her shoulders and back. His fingertips slid across the smooth unmarred skin of her left shoulder. Perfect and unclaimed in the nature of the wolf.
He thought of his brother and how they had both wanted to rid themselves of the beast, but that was before she had entered the circle. She changed everything, from the moment she stepped into Kodlak's chambers she had changed him. It was her that he had changed in front of not because he couldn’t kill the few Silver hands as a human, but because he wanted her to see and to accept. She had, fully.
Holding the ruined fabric to her chest she turned. "Farkas had wanted to, I told him it would be unwise to invoke more of the very magic that he wished himself to be rid of."
"Eralin, you can walk away from me right now if you choose and I will not ever come after you. But know that if you stay you will have a hell of a time ever being rid of me." He said this as he slid the black fabric up over her shoulders careful not to touch her.
She knew she should turn, she had to! She couldn't stay, all she would do would be endangering everyone in Whiterun. However, she could not bring herself to lift a foot. She had to say something, she had to do something. She was losing control, frozen in place.
Taking advantage of her hesitation he slid his hand around the back of her head before claiming her lips beneath his. The rigidity of fight or flight slowly melted from her body as she wrapped her arms around his neck and began to return his fervent kiss.
What am I doing!? Her mind was in chaos. Ah gods! Alduin can wait one more night.
Without breaking their kiss, he backed her up against the stone basin and lifted her up to sit on the edge. It was somehow fitting that he would be claiming her in the Underforge where they both took on the blood of the beast. Finishing what he started in the back he ripped her top open in the front, slowly it slid down her arms. It pooled on the basin around her like a black puddle, a stark contrast of her fair skin that was washed in the pale moonlight. He finally broke contact to look on her greedily. This time with his own eyes.
He was thankful that he had time to shed his armor before she came to meet him. His body was only confined by the rough spun trousers and tunic that he wore beneath his steel plates. She pulled his tunic over his head and tossed it aside before her agile fingers were working on the laces of his pants. He sprang free of the fabric and she let the britches slide down his legs so he could step completely free of them. Hooking his fingertips in the thin fabric of her underclothes he slowly slid them down around her hips as she lifted herself off the stone just enough to allow them to slide before settling back onto the granite. Her legs straightened as he slowly slid them the rest of the way down her long legs.
His body was tight as a drum and his heartbeat made him throb all over. Coming in close to her once again he bent down to cover her lips with his and wrapped his arms around her. Her hands stayed between them and he sucked in a breath when she finally wrapped a hand around his manhood.
Eralin's body ached as her temperature rose. She moved herself closer to the edge of the basin as she massaged Vilkas. Breaking contact he started to trail kisses from her cheek to her ear and down her neck as one hand felt between her legs to find she was ready for him. She had been waiting for this for far too long and regretted keeping them both from it. Her stupidity had caused so much damage but there was nothing to do other than move forward. She was going to let herself have this one night. Again, she was being selfish.
Vilkas grasped himself to position at her opening. Slowly he entered her. She was hot and slick but he also knew it had been while and went easy to let her body accommodate his size. Her heat pulsed around him as he pushed deeper into her until he was buried to the hilt. Her breath was steady and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He couldn't stand it any longer. He pulled mostly out and drove into her again, forcing her breath from her lungs as he did. He bit lightly along her collarbone and neck as he pulled out once more and surged his hips forward. He would take her as a woman first. He forced the beast to lay down its head in wait.
As his thrusts gained in speed, he lifted her hips up slightly from the stone and cupped her backside with his hands. Eralin leaned back in the dip of the stone bowl, propped up by her arms her head thrown back. Her breasts jumped with each powerful surge of his body. Although he would have willed himself to last forever like this, he could not. Her sheath clenched around him and drove him to the edge faster than he ever thought possible. With several guttural groans he spilled into her, but he was far from done.
Letting her rest back upon the basin he pulled away from her momentarily before clasping her hands and pulling her up to her feet. Off to the side of the cave was the stone bench lined with furs for circle members to sleep off their first beast night, although it had never been used. No one's transition to the beast had ever gone so smoothly as to need it. He was thankful for it now, however. Still holding his hand she squeezed firmly as she lead him to the stone, looking over her shoulder at him like a minx. She knew what was next as well as he did. Stopping at the stone she stood on her toes to brush his lips lightly with hers before turning and stooping to her hands and knees. No words needed to be spoken. He bent over her kissed the back of her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her body before kneeling behind her. Her body still wet and inviting as he entered her again this time from behind.
Instinct took over as he moved in and out of her. He continued to kiss her neck and shoulder and inhaled her scent deeply. She smelled of earth, of trees, of snow melting in the spring and filling the rivers; all these sensations filled his head. He was fire, and wind, turbulent and violent. She rocked back and forth meeting him mid thrust, forcing her body back into his. He brushed her Raven black hair to the other side of her neck and nipped at her playfully. Their beast's blood poured through their veins in anticipation with the fury of a waterfall. As he thrust into her she gripped the furs beneath her hands her nails growing sharp enough to pierce holes through the hides. Heat coursed through her and her body gripped Vilkas' as he drove into her again and again. He straightened up and continued his onslaught as he held her by the hips, his fingertips digging into the flesh roughly. Her moans spurring him on.
Vilkas' mouth watered as his body neared climax yet again. They both could feel it was nearly time and he thrust faster. His teeth elongated just enough, bending over her he kissed her once more on the shoulder before their peak. All within the same moment Eralin's body convulsed and milked his man hood, her shoulder burned as he bit into her flesh between her neck and shoulder blade. She cried out in pained ecstasy, her claws digging trenches into the stonework slab. As Vilkas bit down on his mate his body spilled into hers yet again. His seed poured into her as the coppery taste of her blood aroused his sense to a frenzy.
“VILKAS!” Her cries were of both pain and pleasure as she called his name.
The whole effect was primal, bestial even; but to them simply what had to be done. As the roar of his blood in his ears calmed, Vilkas moved to lay behind her on the furs and she rolled to lay on her side with her back to him as he cradled her to his body. Blood trickled from her wound but it would heal quickly enough. The pair let the aftershocks of their orgasm subside. Vilkas wiped the remainder of her blood from his lips with the back of his hand before running his fingertips along the length of her arm, teasing her fevered skin.
Eralin felt contentment like she had never felt before. But it was short lived, her guilt returned as Farkas entered her thoughts. She had kept the three of them from something great, something Farkas would never know. She withheld so much from him because she knew she belonged with his brother. And now she gave Vilkas one night, only to leave him and never return.
May as well make the most of it. She thought to herself.
Rolling over to face him she looked into his pale eyes flecked with blue and smiled slyly.
“What is it?” His voice was husky, it almost purred like a sabercat that has been satisfied by a large meal.
“You are not done yet companion.” Grasping the length of his manhood she squeezed lightly as he hardened once again.
“Not even close ma’am.” He growled through gritted teeth. He rolled to his back as she moved towards his hips. Leaned into him she lazily drug her tongue up the side of his erection toward the tip. Her hands massaged him as her lips worked up. As she took him fully into her mouth her nails bit deliciously into the flesh of his inner thigh before returning to cup and massage him. This was a side of her that he hadn’t seen before and the whole thing was unbearably erotic.
She swirled her tongue around his tip one last time before moving into position to straddle him. He took a moment to enjoy to unhindered view of his lover atop him. She was really here with him, he wasn’t guiltily looking on like a peeping letch. His attention was snapped back when she slide her body onto his with a deliberate slowness. It was borderline maddening. Her hips started to grind slowly, the friction between their bodies starting to build again. Her hands roamed over his body, memorizing the feel of his muscles, the texture of his nipples, the scar on his side compliments of a silver hand, and on down to the splash of hair trailing below his navel. She had longed to feel that scar beneath her fingertips numerous times, but Farkas’ side was smooth untouched by the Silver hand bastards.
She had stayed up with Vilkas for four nights trying to fight the silver fever that wracked his body. No one was sure he would pull through, but he had. Memories poured through her mind of her time with the companions, Aela, with Kodlak as her mentor, Vilkas….. Farkas.
A strangled cry left her lips, she gazed down at the man below her and felt wretched. The tears she had held back started to flow. She rose her body up and pushed back down over him as another agonized yelp escaped her.
“I’m so sorry!” She lifted up, supporting her hands on his chest in the effort. “I’m sorry.” She dropped down. With each movement another apology, another cry, she was begging. Begging for forgiveness from Vilkas, from Farkas, and from herself!
Hot tears spilled over his fingers as Vilkas cupped her cheek with his hands, her hands over his holding him to her face. She moved with a fervor that was only heightened by her pain. She rode him hard and fast. He bucked up his hips to meet her no longer able to lay still. His moans were low and he clenched his eyes shut willing himself to not explode, not yet! He wasn’t ready! Eralin continued to rise and fall over him like the ocean waves, rhythmic and powerful. Until her body clenched over his hot and tight as a vice. She cried out as she tumbled over the edge moving just enough to drag him with her. He slammed himself up into one last time as his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips and backside, moaning as he spilled into her for the third time.
She lay over the top of him breathing heavily, hiccupping slightly from crying. Tears were still running from her lavender eyes and falling to his chest. He ran his fingers through the silky length of her hair letting her catch her breath.
“I’m so sorry my love.” She whispered.
“You really did pick the best possible moment to beg my forgiveness you clever thing.” He groaned. “How is any man supposed to hold his resolve after something like that?”
Shifting to look back down at him she saw that he was smirking. She shoved his shoulder as she rolled off to lay beside him, one leg still draped over his. He chuckled.
“So, Dovahkiin huh?” The question caught her slightly off guard but she didn’t let it show.
“Please let’s not discuss this now. Don’t ruin the moment.” Her voice was quiet but firm.
“Fine, but I expect you to discuss it with me in the morning.”
She had to force herself not to stiffen in his arms at this. Their time was drawing to a close and she knew it. “Hush, I want to listen to the beating of your heart.” She lay her head on his chest, the steady rise and fall was beyond comforting.
At her redirection he shifted to look down at her. “Eralin, promise me you will not do anything rash. Whatever the situation is that you are in I’m sure you could use my help.”
She wanted to curl up and disappear, still she didn’t agree to anything. “I simply wish to lay with you.”
“You are as stubborn as ever.” He groaned out as he laid his head back once again and with his arm around her continued to stroke her soft skin.
She loved the feeling of his hands over her body, the way he hugged her to him like he would never let go. She hoped he would forgive her in the next life for what she was about to do. With her eyes closed she started to hum softly. She listened as the rhythm of his heartbeat slowed from their efforts. She hummed and continued to run her fingers over his chest. She felt his body slowly relax. It was time.
The Thu'um she uttered was unlike any shout she used before. It left her mouth in a slow, warm gentle breeze and wrapped around Vilkas' body. Less of a shout and more of a promise, that she loved him. He was forced into a deep sleep within the phantom embrace of her dragon word. Slowly she stood and gazed at his sleeping form filled with longing, with regret, and with guilt. She had done so much wrong in her life; it was time to do one right thing. The thing that she was put here to do.
Reaching around to feel the fresh wounds on her should she looked at the blood on her fingertips. Selfish. She let him bind them knowing she was walking to her death the same night. She did take solace in the fact that if she succeeded in banishing Alduin, half of the trouble for Vilkas would be gone.
Rolling her shoulders, she squared them and let her body shift and swell as she took the form of her wolf. She was able to leave the city easily enough by scaling the rocks beneath the Skyforge and down the other side of the battlements. With one last look over her shoulder she said good bye to Whiterun as she ran uncertainly, towards her task.
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