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Marriage to the Dragonborn	By : cisdesir Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 7854 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He glanced over on the floor and saw that the women had not picked up their clothes as they left. He also realized he heard giggling and sloshing. Intrigued, he walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs. In the middle of the room, a large washtub had been dragged in. Jordis and Lydia were both in it. Very naked and wet.
Lydia was on her knees, arms hugging the edge of the washtub. Jordis' face was buried in her ass. Farkas smirked as he walked around the tub. Lydia tugged at his waistband but he stepped back and sat down. He watched the women suck at and rim each other until they were sighing from multiple orgasms, trying to catch their breath.
They got out to allow Farkas to get in and clean himself quickly, and they all had a simple breakfast after. The women got up to leave to their rooms so they could get dressed and Farkas pulled at Lydia's arm. Jordis paused, and Farkas smiled at her.
"I'll enjoy you in a bit, I want one last time with her." He marveled at his luck, how quickly he had the ability to talk like that. He cursed himself for being so blind for months, no- over a year. At least he felt like himself now, and not like some cuckolded milk-drinker of a husband.
"Very well, my thane. How would you like me?" Lydia asked curiously. He pulled her towards him and hooked his arm around her, his hand roaming down to her ass and he pushed a finger into her asshole. She gasped and in her shock stood up on her toes and leaned into him, her breasts pushing against his chest.
He guided her around by her asshole, until she was bent over lengthwise on the bench that was in front of the kitchen table. Lydia compliantly spread her ass, balancing with her feet on the ground and her chest on the bench. She lifted a knee to rest on the bench while the other leg was on the floor. He whispered to her, "Can you take it dry?" She replied, "I think Jordis warmed me up enough this morning- fuck me as hard as you can."
With a request like that, he wasn't going to be conservative. His cock had already swelled up and was standing, ready for a warm hole. He pushed a second finger into her dry asshole and stretched the soft pucker. Lydia moaned. He guided his shaft and her ass quickly swallowed the tip. She groaned as he pushed the rest of his length into her.
He contemplated allowing her to adjust but remembered her request. Immediately he withdrew almost his whole length and slammed it back into her, his hands gripping the fold where her hips and legs met. She gasped and her back arched as her knuckles went white. He repeated this a couple of times before reaching up with one hand to yank a fistful of her hair.
He pulled on her as he fucked her mercilessly. Lydia slid off the bench and he pulled her up by her hair, growling, "Stay in the same fucking position." she bent over again and he walked over so that she could grip the tabletop with her hands and have both feet on the floor. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Jordis watching, fully clothed.
He slammed into the housecarl repeatedly. Her ass, dry, felt so different, so raw. He liked the pain tinged pleasure and it was all he could do to stop himself from transforming. Lydia lost her balance again and fell on her knees on the bench. He freed his hand from her hair and yanked both of her arms back. He withdrew his length and folded her arms behind her on her back. Farkas raised a hand and smacked Lydia across her ass, hard. He came into contact with her dripping wet cunt and smacked again.
She let out a scream- of pain or surprise? He didn't care. He shoved his cock back into her asshole and pulled on her wrists. For what seemed like ages, he fucked her. Finally, he came, spurting thick white ropes up her spread ass as he pulled out. He finished on her ass, milking the last drops out. Lydia was still bent over, arms behind her as she shook from the intensity. Farkas rubbed his seed over her ass, scooping it down the crack and pushing it into her asshole. Lydia fell to her knees and rested her chest on the floor.
She reached behind her to rub her abused asshole in a feeble attempt to soothe the burn. He stepped over her and reached into the now-cold washtub, pulled out a cloth and cleaned off his cock. He rinsed the cloth and went back to Lydia, kneeling next to her on the floor. She was practically a crumpled heap and this time he noticed she had been crying. He barely heard her screaming throughout. Farkas wiped the rag over her back and ass, gently between the two meaty globes until he got to her asshole.
She flinched again from the contact and he shushed her. In a gentle massaging motion he wiped off the seed and slight blood from her asshole. It was still gaping and he gathered her up in his arms. He carried her to the guest bed and laid her down. He kissed her on the lips. On her jaw. On her neck. The collarbone, too. Then he laid next to her and she kissed him. They stayed that way, kissing softly. Farkas absentmindedly played with her ample bosom, pulling at the nipple. His fingers trailed over her belly, following an invisible line into the soft folds of her cunt. He rubbed at her clit until she, too, came.
"Will you be fine if we leave today?" he asked, looking into her face. She smiled faintly. "It hurts but fuck it, it was so good. I don't think anything else would be better." After a while, they got up and got dressed. Lydia was visibly sore but she walked almost as normally as she could.
Farkas came back out to Jordis having a drink with a book open in her lap in front of the fireplace. They bid their farewell to Lydia, and as Jordis reached for a hug, Lydia whispered something in her ear and she came away blushing. As they brought their luggage outside Whiterun, Farkas looked up and realized it was already noon.
Oh well, they could spend the night in Rorikstead.
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