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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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The cart swayed as Gunjar led the horse on the road towards Markarth. Farkas stretched out in the sun and closed his eyes.

Sun’s Dawn, 197: Farkas just arrived at Markarth for the first time. He found easy company at the Silver-Blood Inn, knocking back pints of mead and singing at the top of his voice. The Inn was filled with smoke and people. Across the bar, he saw a beautiful Redguard woman clad in guard armor, sitting between unknown guards. He hollered at the bartender, and she came up. “Hey, send a pint to that Redguard.” The bartender raised her eyebrow. “I wouldn’t – that’s the Jarl’s Housecarl.” She warned. Farkas waved her on. “A pint of your finest, then!”
She poured out a pint from a tapped barrel and carried it over to the Housecarl. She accepted it with a confused look and the bartender quickly motioned with her chin. Farkas met her eyes and grinned. He raised his pint to her and she raised her pint back.
He didn’t move, staying in his seat and swaying to the music. Eventually the crowd thinned out and the guards next to that Redguard left. He noticed how she glanced back at him every now and then so he turned around in his stool and walked over.
“I’m Farkas, I’m with the Companions in Whiterun.” She sized him up. “Faleen.”
“How was the mead?”
Faleen pushed back her seat and tossed back her braid. “Let’s cut to the chase and go for a walk.”
Farkas laughed as she walked off. He went after her and they stepped outside in the cool air. The moon shone above them and torches on the side of the buildings flickered. “Markarth women this direct?”
She didn’t answer. He nearly had to run to keep up with her brisk pace, stumbling over the uneven grounds and nearly tripping over stairs that came out of nowhere. They climbed upwards and upwards. If he glanced behind he felt sick. Markarth was so steep, so uneven. The torches of the Inn became smaller and smaller. Soon they finally came to the Jarl’s Keep. “What -- are you arresting me?”
“Follow me.” Faleen commanded as she pushed a side door open. “Companion.” She added as an afterthought. Farkas entered and immediately tripped over a large cast iron cauldron. He cursed loudly. “Be quiet!” Faleen hissed. She took his arm and led him through a winding corridor until they came to a wide hall with several doors. She took out a key and the door opened into a large bedroom. She pulled Farkas in and as soon as the lock latched shut, she rushed him. They struggled with removing their armor, casting it aside, the metal clattering against each other. As soon as they were naked, Faleen pushed Farkas down on a chair and pulled his underclothing bottom down until his cock sprang out. She grabbed a nearby jar.
“What?”
She lifted the lid and scooped out some kind of cream, which she immediately spread all over Farkas’ fully hard cock. “Why?” Faleen shot him a look. “Silence!”
Faleen stepped back and pulled her own underclothes off. Her skin was glistening in the candlelight, dark and smooth save for some scars here and there. Her small bust was dotted with the most deliciously dark nipples. Her cunt was covered in dark black curls. Farkas moaned just at the sight.

She climbed into his lap, her feet on the floor as he still sat in the chair. Farkas lifted his hips up when he felt his cock brush against her parted slit but Faleen gripped the base of his cock to stop him. “No.” She pushed it further back. Was she….
He felt his cock entering an impossibly tight hole, pushing through a rough pucker. Faleen lowered her ass down on his cock. There was no way it’d enter, he thought. Just as that thought flashed across his mind, he felt a pop as his cock finally pushed past the first ring of resistance. She slid down until her ass was on top of his lap. She panted slightly and looked at Farkas. “This is the only thing I will do with you. Do not kiss me.” She said sternly. Farkas moaned as her impossibly tight ass wrapped around his cock and he leaned his head back. She bounced up and down on his cock and he pulled her chest to his face. “Gimme those.” He said, gripping each breast in both hands, he suckled on her hard nipples. When he buried his face between her breasts, he came in her ass, shamefully quickly. Faleen pulled back. “Really?” He chuckled and wiped his face with a hand. “It’s been a while. Your ass, by the Nine…”
She lifted off and his cock popped out. Faleen moved herself to the bed, and sat down at the edge. “Then, it’s your turn.” Farkas stood up and holding onto the table edge for balance, he walked towards Faleen unsteadily. Gods, he was drunk. He fell to his knees in front of the bed and she opened her legs and leaned back on her hands spread out behind her.
The plum parted to reveal a deliciously moist slit with various folds. His hands traveled up to the backs of her legs, and pushed them upwards so that her cunt would part further and reveal more of her ass. Farkas gazed down at the offering. He may have taken longer than he thought, because Faleen grunted impatiently. He took that hint and bent down, flattening his tongue against her cunt. He took several long licks before stiffening his tongue and traveling between the folds until they circled her clit, already engorged. He pulled his tongue downwards and downwards until he reached her asshole.

That finally got a reaction. Faleen’s eyes widened and she gasped. Her muscles tensed and she climbed backwards, up the bed. Farkas looked up at her. “Really?” He imitated. He circled his hands around her hips and pulled her back to his face. She slid down the covers and he buried his face into her nethers. His thumbs parted her ass and he pushed his tongue deeper into that puckered, creamed hole. He could taste a mixture of his fluids and the cream she used to lubricate his entry as well as her own fluids that leaked down. Farkas’ tongue dragged upwards and circled the clit as he pushed a finger into her asshole. She moaned and grabbed a clump of the blanket as her toes curled. He added a finger, and pushed them in then pulled them out while he tongued her to completion. She bit down on her fist to avoid crying out as she shuddered. Her thighs wrapped around his face and pulled him in deeper. He stuck his tongue into her creamy center, tasting her fluids as he twisted his fingers into her ass. Finally she released him and they pulled back, gasping for breath. Farkas grabbed a corner of the blanket and wiped his face off. Faleen stood up and pulled Farkas to his feet. “You must go. We will do this again.”
She helped him dress himself and then pushed him out of the door. He was on his own and he had to stumble his way back down, down, down to the Silver-Blood Inn. Sure enough they met again the next night, and this time Faleen followed him to his own room where he, without much ado, bent her over the small table in his inn bedroom and fucked her ass. Their meetings slowly decreased as she became busier with the Jarl’s agenda.

Farkas had no agenda though, that year, in Markarth. His days were half-wasted by sleeping off a hangover and then each night he would party. It was 75/25 that he would bring to bed a woman.

It was now Midyear, the ice had melted and the rainy season had ended. Now the heat was in full swing and the Midyear Masquerade Ball was being held at the Jarl’s Keep. Farkas showed up in finery wearing a furry wolf mask. He immediately was pulled aside by a very shapely woman with extremely tanned skin wearing a glittering purple half-face mask. Her blonde hair was up, pinned back in braids and curls. After a few dances, she invited him to go get some fresh air. They found themselves in the Jarl’s garden. The woman giggled and pulled him around a bush. “I want to see who you are. Take off the mask.” She said. Farkas obliged. “Farkas, Companion of Whiterun.” She unlaced her mask. She was a Breton. She had a facial tattoo, a blue horizontal line running from cheek to cheek. “Voada. I work for the Jarl’s Chef.” He ran a finger down her cheek and tilted her chin up as he pulled in for a kiss. They pressed against each other and Voada could feel his bulge. “I want you.” Farkas rumbled and she melted. That never fails. He thought. He glanced around quickly and they moved around a corner so that they would be out of sight in case anyone walked in. He turned her around against the wall and lifted the many layers of her dress until he arrived at her small clothes. He gripped the hem firmly and pulled down so that it ripped. She gasped. “Farkas!” “Sorry, love, I need you now.” He said, his voice husky as he wrestled his cock out of the laces of his pants. Those damn fine clothing, so complicated. It finally sprang out and he pushed it up between her legs, finding the warm cunt’s opening. She gasped as he entered her. He gripped her hips firmly as he pounded into her. They fucked, until he heard footsteps and they hastily separated and righted their clothing.

They mixed back into the ball and he met another woman. This woman was clearly wealthy, her lustrous locks pulled behind her and braided down her back. Her gown was filled with jewels and she wore a necklace with large gems with gold settings. Her mask was embroidered gold and green. Her lips were covered in rouge. Farkas had asked her for a dance and she accepted. As they danced, he felt her surreptitiously run her hands across his back. She pressed his biceps as they switched sides and linked up elbows.
“You’re quite fit. Muscular. I’m going to guess… Guard?”
Farkas smirked. “Close.”
He ran a hand over her neck. “Your skin is soft and pale. Your clothing delicate. I’m going to guess, business owner.”
Her lilting laugh was like music. “Close.” She answered.
They finished out the night dancing with each other and drinking. When the final bell rang and people started crowding out, the woman tugged on his shirt. Farkas bent down, his ear next to her lips. “Meet me at the abandoned Talos temple tomorrow night, when the moon is directly above. Oh, and wear that mask. Clothing optional.” Farkas pulled back and smirked. “I’ll be there.” The woman walked up to her own guard and they walked off. Farkas went the other way to return to the inn, he would be sleeping alone that night.
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