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Marriage to the Dragonborn	By : cisdesir Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 7854 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Elder Scrolls, Skyrim, or any of the characters mentioned herein. I receive no profit or monetary gain from writing this fanfiction.

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After they walked to the stables and loaded the wagon, Farkas asked Jordis what it was Lydia said. "Oh, she said- well, you know, she said she was looking forward to the next time when she could taste my ass." Farkas laughed. How could such a wench have been in their reach the whole time and he not know it? He was amazed at her ability to focus on the business at hand.
They spent most of their journey in silence until it was time for a short break, halfway between Whiterun and Rorikstead. They ate their travel fare quickly but Gunjar said the horses needed some more rest. Both Farkas and Jordis went for a walk around in the nearby distance. There was a creek a short jump down and Farkas noticed that when they jumped down, a large boulder obscured their view. "Farkas?" She asked when she noticed Farkas looking around. Jordis seemed to know something would be happening.
He pulled her close and pressed her hand into his stiff groin. "I want this in your mouth." He whispered into her ear his voice thick with lust. She pulled back and looked at him in wonder - when would he be satisfied? But she didn't say that.
She fell to her knees without further comment, her armored kneecaps pressing into the mud. Farkas unbuckled some of his armor and freed his cock. She took him into her mouth and he leaned back into the boulder. He tilted his head back and moaned. It was a quick affair, he was still sensitive and when she sucked at his cock skillfully, within minutes he was releasing inside her mouth.
This time, she was prepared and milked his cock with her fingers so that very last drop was swallowed. He sighed as he looked down and Jordis pulled him out of her mouth, her lips glistening. Farkas smirked and grasped his shaft. His other hand gripped the back of her head. His fingers firmly closed around her braid and pulled downwards. She looked at him, her eyebrows furrowed.
Farkas pushed his length until it made contact with her face and he dried it off by rubbing it over her face. She had her eyes closed, but her skin seemed to have a slight flush. He ran his cock over her skin until he heard Gunjar call for them. Jordis leapt up and he stuffed his cock back into his pants and re buckled his armor.
They climbed back up on the ground and jogged towards the wagon. Gunjar was harnessing the horse and Farkas caught him glancing down at Jordis' legs and raising an eyebrow. Farkas followed his gaze and saw that her knees were coated in mud. He couldn't help but smile as she didn't seem to notice and climbed onto the wagon.
When they were well on their way, he leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Got a bit of dirt on your armor, there."
Jordis cursed the gods as she pulled out a piece of cloth to scrub at the front of her armor so it would be equally clean when they came into Rorikstead.
His morning fuck with Lydia made them very late, and they arrived well after dinnertime. As the three of them stepped into Frostfruit Inn, the innkeeper served them warmed up chicken and vegetables.
Farkas decided to buy two rooms for the night and ordered a bath be prepared. He and Jordis would share one room and Gunjar would have the other. As he entered his room, Jordis helped him unbuckle his armor and he helped her with hers.
Farkas climbed into the bath and leaned his head over the edge. "Jordis – get out a quill and parchment. I want to write a letter back to Lakeshore." The Sword-Maiden rummaged around in their luggage until she uncovered a pot of ink and quill. She sat down at a nearby table in her underclothes while spreading out a roll of parchment.
"Address it to the house. Say we've left Whiterun and will be in Markarth. Afterwards, we return to the Manor. We will send another letter when we're on our way from there." Farkas scooped water over himself with cupped hands, rinsing himself of dirt and oil as Jordis' quill scratched on the parchment. She stood up and aired out the parchment to get the ink to dry faster. Farkas glanced over and observed how her bottoms had disappeared into the crack of her plump ass. He could just barely glimpse the curve of where her ass met her thigh.
Jordis turned around when she heard Farkas grunt. "I can't reach. Rag over there. Get it for me?" Jordis knelt next to the bath tub and rummaged around in the water. Her hand bumped into Farkas' foot. "No I can feel it there. Higher." She moved her hand alongside his leg. "It's there, just a bit higher. It just moved."
"I can't find it." He grabbed her hand and guided it to his cock. "There. You found it." She smirked. "Oh. I thought you were looking for your rag." Her fingers closed around his stiff cock. He moaned and leaned back when she began stroking. Her hand teased and massaged his balls and the tip. His breathing became short and ragged.
"Get in." She released his cock and pulled down her bottoms then pulled her top off, her breasts swaying once they were freed. Water sloshed over the sides as she climbed into the tub. She knelt on top of Farkas, her legs outside of his hips. She could feel his cock moving underneath her parted cunt.
Farkas wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him, into an embrace and an intense kiss. She lowered herself on him until she bottomed out, the entire length of him inside her. He groaned in approval and closed his eyes. Jordis ran her wet hands over his scarred chest and collarbones. The muscles rippled in response. She leaned down and kissed his neck softly, her lips brushing over his stubble. Jordis circled her hips, grinding down on his groin and he moaned.
He gripped the sides of the tub as Jordis lifted and lowered herself on top of him. The water splashed up on them and against the tub. Gradually she realized she could hear a strange scraping sound. She stopped and looked around. "You hear that?" The scraping stopped. Farkas' claws were buried into the wood panels. They immediately retracted and the fur on his hands faded back into his skin. "No."
"Odd. It stopped... I heard it." Jordis scanned the dark corners of their room. "I think someone is in here." She whispered.
"Nobody else in here besides you and me." Farkas wrapped his hand around the back of Jordis' neck to stop her from getting up and drew her into a kiss. "I'd know." He added when they pulled back to catch their breath. He ran his hands over her skin, admiring the contrast between tanned areas where her skin showed through the armor she wore. His hands ended up at her breasts, thumbing her stiff nipples.
She gripped his shoulders and rode him until he came, gasping. She leaned on him, panting. Farkas pulled Jordis off and guided her until she was facing away from him. He nudged her into laying with her back on top of him, his arms beneath hers. Farkas licked and sucked on Jordis' shoulder as one hand played with her nipples while the other stroked her clit. His cock was firmly lodged in the split of her ass, her cheeks pressing together on his wilting member. She moaned, her head leaning back on Farkas' shoulder. He ran his tongue up her neck and around her ear as he quickened his stroking. The white-hot feeling ramped up and finally exploded. Jordis cried out when he nibbled on her earlobe. They both relaxed, staring up at the ceiling in silence.
The water was getting cold. Farkas lifted Jordis off him and she sat back, as they scrubbed themselves clean with a rag and rinsed their hair. He climbed out and tossed Jordis a length of cloth to dry herself with while he worked on himself. Then they climbed into bed.
He was still a bit sore from sitting in an uncomfortable wagon for the better part of the day, not to mention very, very sleepy… But once he wrapped his arms around Jordis and caught her scent he felt the beastblood stir and it all went into his cock. Farkas pulled at Jordis' hips until her cunt aligned with his cock.
His cock slipped into her moist mound, quickly engulfed with warmth and wetness. He moaned and ground into her ass. Jordis leaned and lifted a leg over Farkas so she could reach down and rub her pleasure nub. Farkas slid his hand over and pushed her finger away. Their session that night wasn't heated nor did it even hold a candle to the intensity of how Farkas took Lydia's ass that morning, but they were panting after a while regardless.
Jordis shuddered into orgasm and Farkas pulled out so that she could turn around and take him into her mouth to finish him off. As Jordis wrapped her tongue around his cock and suckled, he was finally tipped over. He buckled his hips and came into her mouth. Jordis massaged the pulsating vein with her tongue until he pulled out. They curled up and slept very well.
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