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Dragonheart: Of Black Wings Unfurled	By : Lady_Kae Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 15055 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Dragonheart: Of Black Wings Unfurled
Chapter 15: Making Connections
An Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Fanfiction

Alesan hissed as something alcoholic was poured right into the wound on his arm and he cast a pissed off glare over to where the Corpsman were attending to Ranvir. They were gracious enough to offer him a small sip, if only to wet his mouth a little after the last fight and Alesan took it. The older man was unconscious and his face was bruised and swollen almost to the point of being beyond recognition. Alesan could feel the warmth of a healing spell flowing through him and he removed the cloth that he had been holding to his neck as he thought back to everything that had just happened. Ranvir had hissed that he didn’t care if this was only supposed to be training. That he was going to do everything he could to kill Alesan for embarrassing him so badly.

He had gotten two cuts in; one right by his jaw on his neck and the other on his upper arm, before Alesan had snapped and had put him down. Hadvar and Rikke had been forced to pull the young man off the soldier before he had been beaten to death.

Tullius glared at Ranvir as the medics dragged him off. He had been forced to allow that into Hadvar’s unit because of the thane had pitched the mother of all fits and Elisef had to been forced to appease him. If he had his way after this, he’d be sending the boy home so he could suckle from his mother a little longer. “ Hurry it up, corpsman. Next in the ring, get in there.”

Alesan got to his feet and he stretched out his newly healed arm. The unit must have drawn lots, as the order that they had been going in greatly differed from what it had been the rest of the week. Rikke crossed the barrier and magicka flared up behind her. Shit ...Alesan thought to himself as he began circling the woman a little. Over the course of the last four fights, that barrier had come in handy as knives had nearly flown out of the ring only to be stopped by the magickal wall. It was a brilliant piece of magicka, one that allowed a protection barrier to spring up in varying sizes based on the skill levels of the combatants. The first combatant to enter would be the first gauged, and then when their opponent entered it would be the real tell in the gap in experience, which gave Alesan an inkling of how difficult the fight would be. Everyone on the outside had to back up as the posts moved to accommodate the amount of space they were given.

Double shit… Alesan thought with a grimace. The bigger the ring, the more skilled the second fighter, the more space he would possibly need for breathing room if he stood a chance at beating Rikke.

Rikke held up her dagger to show Alesan it was still sheathed and she wrapped the tie over the flat of her hand a few times so that she wouldn’t lose her grip on it. “ Make me unsheath it, boy. Show me your worthy of me showing my steel to.” she purred as she crouched at the ready. “ If you can do that in the end, you’re ready to join your mother on the battlefield and all testing stops here for the night. If you can’t, I’ll be drilling you until I deem you ready. It might make your mother wait, but it’ll be worth it in the end.”

Alesan barely heard the order for them to begin as he began looking over Rikke like he would a piece of armor that needed tempering. He noted at least three potential areas to attack and Alesan took a deep breath in before he darted closer.

Rikke hadn’t been expecting a full frontal assault and she brought her sheathed blade up to block what looked to be a punch, but Alesan feinted the blow at the last possible second as he whirled around her, bringing her other arm with him as he held up and high against her back.

Rikke launched herself backwards however and Alesan released the hold before she could flatten him against the ground. His leg flew out to kick her, but Rikke caught the blow and she spun her legs, tripping him and getting her back into an upright position at the same time. Rikke chuckled as she got to her feet, though Alesan showed some surprising flexibility when he popped into a handstand to keep her from dragging him around too much. “ You’re not bad, for a young lad of course. Still, thinking outside the box. You’ve got a lot of promise boy.” She brought the sheathed knife closer to tap his leg, and to her surprise Alesan managed to pull his foot away at the last possible moment.

Rikke stepped back a single pace as Alesan stood on his feet again and he brought his dagger into a defensive position as he gauged her once more. They circled on another briefly and Rikke closed the distance between them this time. She swung her dagger, intending to just tap him on the shoulder with the sheath, but Alesan turned to bring his own blade up to her unguarded ribs. Rikke saw that it was the hilt of the blade that he was going to hit her with and she braced herself for the pain.

Only it didn’t come.

Rikke looked down at Alesan, and he had a devilish little grin on his face. That was when she noticed it. The hook that was on the end of his dagger was looped into her bindings. Rikke laughed despite the situation and she quickly worked the metal bit out of the fragile fabric. “ That was a good idea. Most women try to keep their modesty even on the battlefield.” she chortled. A fine glimmer was in her eyes as she crouched, though the cord around her hand loosened. “ You’ve been testing my weak spots. Quit testing them and just come at me. You can’t over think in a brawl like this Alesan.”

Alesan nodded, as he only had been gauging the areas he felt to be the most unguarded. Taking a deep breath in, Alesan darted in, closing the ranks quickly and his spun his knife his hand to go for her weapon hand. If he could incapacitate that, Rikke might concede. Rikke met his blade with her sheathed one each time, on top of blocking other hits that he peppered in in an attempt to throw her off. His speed had ramped up quite a bit since he had started going at this seriously and Rikke smiled fully at the clear look in his eyes as he followed each of her movements.

Tarrowlyn and her fiancé had done a bang up job in training this young man!
Rikke dodged another slice and she swept her foot out, taking Alesan down to the dirt on his back. His blade came up as he was reached for her throat the moment she pinned him down with her knee against his chest, but the clash of steel rang out in the night. Rikke looked down in surprise as she saw her dagger partially unsheathed for the block and her gaze met Alesan’s. She had done that fully out of instinct. The fact that he had even pushed her that far said something about the young man’s talent! “ That was a very close match there, boy. I’ve bested you in combat, but my blade is not fully drawn. General, you heard the terms, what say you?” she called out over her shoulder.

“ Not all the terms were met on either side. However, the blade was drawn halfway from its sheath, so the testing stops for the night. I also think that once Alesan and Hadvar return from Northwatch keep, he should train extensively with Rikke for a few days with his sword. Considering what I know they’re planning on doing, it’s best that he be as prepared as possible. Hadvar, make sure the both of you are ready to leave with me at first light. We have a lot of ground to cover if we’re going to be making this a reconnaissance trip and we’ll probably be there at least a day and a half.” Tullius ordered as Rikke helped Alesan to his feet.

Hadvar and Alesan both saluted, and Rikke paused the young man before he left the ring.

“ How did you feel with the knife?” she asked.

Alesan looked down at the dagger clenched tightly in his fist. He was by no means upset or disappointed that he had lost to the legate. In fact he had been expecting it. While he had grown accustomed to fighting with the ebony dagger that his uncle had gifted his mother, this blade had felt entirely natural to wield. “ It felt as if I had been fighting with this dagger all my life.” he told her honestly. His blue eyes rose up to meet hers and Alesan gave the legate a quick salute. “ I thank you for the blade, ma’am. I’ll take great care of it, I swear it.”

Rikke ruffled his hair as she smiled once more. “ I know you will. Go get healed up, cleaned up, fed, and finally some sleep. In that order. Understood?”

Alesan nodded, answering in the affirmative. “ Have a good night Legate.” the young man replied before taking his leave.

Rikke shook her head as she fell in step beside the general. “ We should have recruited Tarrowlyn when we had the chance. That young man is going to be one of the greatest fighters in all of Skyrim once he hits his prime.” She whispered, awestruck by the fact that he had made her nearly draw her blade after all.

Tullius chuckled a little as he reached for the door. “ He shows great promise. You could have heard a pin drop in that courtyard tonight as we watched the two of you. Everyone was so focused on seeing how Alesan would fare with you. I don’t think there’s anyone more surprised that you nearly pulled the blade than the two of us. I didn’t believe that he would be able to do it.”

Rikke smiled once more as she thought of the training that she would be doing with the boy. “ Tarrowlyn won’t be waiting long. I know that for a fact. He’ll need only a few days with me, as you said.” The legate said, still gobsmacked. “ With your permission sir, I’ll be taking my leave for the evening.”

“ Of course, Rikke. I’ll see you in the morning. While the three of us are gone, I want you to keep your ear to the ground on how Elenwen’s sallon went.” Tullius replied. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was worried for how the Harbinger was going to fair while she was there. While he had to admit that Tarrowlyn was an exceedingly skilled fighter, politicking was a completely different ring to master.

Tarrowlyn’s eyes gazed about the room covertly. Idgrod had been the perfect cover for getting in, and the two women had been biding their time as Tarrowlyn waited for Malborn’s signal. She looked down at the contents of the goblet and she smirked. Even without having the nose of a werewolf, the Harbinger would have smelled the little extra that the altmer ambassador had put into her drink. If she were a betting woman, Tarrowlyn would wager it to be a rather potent truth serum.

“ I’ll give Elenwen this much, she’s got a set of balls bigger than a giant’s to try to drug me.” She whispered to the jarl.

Idgrod snorted a little in her mirth at the jib and her rheumy eyes met the younger woman’s. “ I get the feeling it’s nearly time.” She replied.

Tarrowlyn cast a quick glance over to the bosmer and he nodded once. With a grin, she looked back over to the Jarl. “ You’re right on the septim there, my jarl.” she said with a small wink and she leaned in closer once more. “ Thank you for your help in all this.”

Idgrod smiled in turn. “ I could do nothing but. You saved my people, and everything you do is for the betterment of others. I would not be able to call myself a proper nord if I didn’t help in that. Besides, any excuse to stick it to the Thalmor is well and good with me.” she added with a mischievous grin. “ You just be ready to move. Don’t worry for me dear.”

Tarrowlyn began walking towards the bar, and she tried her best not to react when Idgrod started screaming nonsense at Erikur. Malborn took the distraction for what it was worth and the two slipped into the back. Tarrowlyn didn’t even wait to get to where her armor was, she could smell it clear as day and she tuned Malborn out as he bickered with the khajiit maid that was near the hearth. “ Just close the door so I can get changed. I’ll be fine.” Tarrowlyn whispered to him.

Malborn opened his mouth as if to say something, but he thought better of it and he did as he was told. Footsteps from the kitchens faded away as Tarrowlyn hurriedly changed into her armor, and she crouched low even as she notched an arrow to the ready. She opened the door in front of her, and the Harbinger took a deep breath in through her nose in an effort to get a mental picture of where the guards were stationed. Her eyes snapped open as she sank further into the shadows as two guards came close to her. There was a thalmor mage in the next room, but these two were just run of the mill soldiers.

“ Did you see those robes marching in this morning? Who’re they with? More of the Emissary’s treaty enforcers?” asked the first of the two.

Tarrowlyn slowly and quietly holstered her bow and she drew out the dagger in her left boot. She would need to take these two out silently if they so much as posed a threat to her hiding spot.

“ No, they’re high mages. Just in from Alinor actually. I guess Herself is finally getting worried about all the dragon attacks.” the other replied.

This stopped Tarrowlyn dead in her tracks. Delphine had theorized that the Thalmor had some sort of connection to the dragons because of what had happened to Ulfric back in Helgan and that thought had terrified the both of them because Alduin was clearly intelligent. If the Thalmor had played their cards right, they could have easily formed some sort of alliance with the winged cretin.

Thank the nine for small favors. The damn elves were just as much fireball practice as the rest of them it seemed.

Tarrowlyn waited for them to finish their conversation and she sighed in relief as they began going the opposite of the way she needed to go. She needed to make sure she found every instance of information possible.

By the time she exited out into the garden, Tarrowlyn had only needed to take out three guards and all of them were hidden in a way that they wouldn’t be found easily at first. She looked up, gauging the height of the building beside her. She needed to get a bird’s eye view before continuing forward. With a great leap straight up, Tarrowlyn quickly caught her footing on the rooftop and she began scanning the perimeter. Four guards, and there was one wizarding type clearly guarding the entrance to what was more than like Elenwen’s solarium. She drew her bow and four times her fletching whistled against the wind as each arrow found its intended target.

The mage at the door moved before her arrow struck true, and Tarrowlyn swore under her breath as she notched another arrow when he instantly began scanning for where it had come from. His eyes met hers from across the courtyard, but Tarrowlyn had already loosed another volley. She smirked confidently as her sharp ears heard the thunk of the arrow seating itself between his eyes before he slumped to the ground in a dead heap. Allowing herself a single sigh of relief, the harbinger holstered her bow and she jumped down from her vantage point.

It was time to sneak into Elenwen’s solarium.

The task of sneaking in was easy enough to do as she opened and shut the front door so quietly that one would have blamed the slight burst of chill on something otherworldly. Tarrowlyn’s green gaze scanned the rotunda as she settled herself into a well tucked niche and she listened carefully to the voices spilling out from the room to her left.

“ You’ll get the rest of your money when we have confirmed his story. As agreed I might add Gissur.”

The voice sent a chill up Tarrowlyn’s spine and she suppressed a shudder. His voice reminded her so much of the dungeon master in Helgan. She’d wager every arrow in her quiver that he was was in charge of torture and interrogation.

“ So he has talked! I knew it Rulindil! Pay me what I’m owed!” Gissur snapped.

Hands slamming on a wooden surface echoed throughout the rotunda and Tarrowlyn heard the chair scrape harshly against the floor as it skittered back violently.

“ Everyone talks in the end, Gissur. Now, I’m a busy man and I have work to do. I suggest you leave me to it. Especially if you want to see the rest of your payment.” Rulindil growled out menacingly. The threat against Gissur’s life was all too clear in how he delivered it.

Gissur’s heart raced in fear. Tarrowlyn could hear the furious pounding of it from where she was and she had to give the man credit. He hadn’t pissed himself or run off despite how frightened he was. “ Could I...I...I could help you! He trusts me! He’ll talk to me!” he offered excitedly.

The sound of papers shuffling and riffling swam about in her ears as Tarrowlyn heard Rulindil chuckle. Again, the thought that he reminded her of the torturer from Helgan keep went through her mind with as nasty as the laugh sounded.

“ You’d like to come downstairs with me, is that it, Gissur?” the altmer purred happily. It was such a sleazy tone that Tarrowlyn suppressed the growl that nearly erupted from the back of her throat. This guy was even getting Tala’s dander up! “ Shall we loose his bonds and put you in a cell together? You can ask him anything you like, and we’ll see how he answers.” The tone of voice Rulindil was using kept growing darker and more sinister yet. It held the thinly veiled promise of torture if Gissur was unable to pony up on his end of the bargain.

Gissur’s voice was meek when he spoke up again. “ No, no. I’ll...I’ll wait outside.”

Tarrowlyn readied herself to move as their footsteps began drawing closer to the rotunda. There were four people in total, one of which who was Gissur and he was almost at the entrance of the solarium.

Thank the gods I hid the bodies before coming in here... Tarrowlyn thought. Two sets of footsteps went to the left and down the stairs while the other set began walking about the rotunda. She looked around the corner and she hissed a swear under her breath. Where Tarrowlyn was hidden meant that she was going to be spotted in one way or another depending on how fast he made his rounds.

Tarrowlyn drew her dagger and she counted down the paces to where he was closest to her before launching the knife at him. It hit true, and the guard crumpled to the floor. Tarrowlyn hurriedly dragged him over to the niche and she spelled the blood away to prevent discovery before she was ready. She headed into the room the Rulindil was just in and she smiled at the sight of a large ornate chest along the wall. She opened it as she took a knee, and Tarrowlyn whistled at the size of the stack of dossiers the Thalmor had. They had been arranged to span widthwise of the chest with their spines face up. Even then, there were two entire rows to look through. They had been painstakingly color coded and Tarrowlyn began leafing through the stack of red ones. They were the ones on all of the jarls. She set Ulfric’s off to the side, knowing she might be needing that later, and she picked up the stack of blue ones next. “ Tullius, Rikke, Hadvar, some other high ranking soldiers that I don’t know the name of...These are meeting their end.” she whispered. There were three yellow files, and the first one told her that these were the dossiers on the Blades. It was Delphine’s. Tarrowlyn set Delphine’s down to the side with Ulfric’s and she looked down at the next name. Esbern. She leafed through it for a second before she set that one down as well and her color paled when she saw the name of the final file.

Jergen.

By the nine! They had a dossier on Farkas’ and Vilkas’ father?! Her green eyes scanned the initial page and her gaze widened in surprise. He was still alive! After all these years! Her sharp gaze caught the word unknown beside family and she nodded. Jergen had done right by his boys after all. He had kept them safe from the Thalmor for the last twenty years. Tarrowlyn had to fight with herself to put it down and she did with the rest of the pile to her right. While he would be her father in law soon enough, it wasn’t her place to read this before the twins could. This could very well be the closure they needed.

A single purple book drew her curiosity, as it looked as if a multitude of pages had been shoved in haphazardly. Gingerly, so that none of the pages would spill out, Tarrowlyn opened the book. This was on their own investigation into the dragons. It seemed the idle gossip she had heard earlier was right on the mark. Everyone was a target to the dragons.

The last color was a single green book and Tarrowlyn laughed snidely when she saw that it was hers. She set her file with the rest she had sitting on the stack; if just to be sure that they had nothing on her that could potentially be used later on, and Tarrowlyn promptly began burning all the rest of the dossiers. She made sure there wasn’t even ash left.

Screams from downstairs made her brow furrow when she heard them and Tarrowlyn cracked her neck before she began making her way towards the dungeon door. In her estimation, it was time that Rulindil got a taste of his own medicine. Tarrowlyn had questions of her own that she wanted answered.

Lucia was sitting in one of her favorite spots near the fire pit while she read. Farkas had just come back up after checking on Vilkas and he had brought the rest of the whelps with him from down stairs. Even though she was eleven, Tarrowlyn had sat her down when it was apparent that Lucia was starting to go through the change all girls go through as they blossom into womanhood. That had been a week before the Silver Hand had tried to sack Lakeview Manor and she had had plenty of questions for her mother. Tarrowlyn had been patient with her, and had explained things to the best of her ability, but there had been other niggling questions that the young girl had been left with.

Farkas spotted his daughter and he took a seat beside her on the floor. The look on Lucia’s face was one of pensiveness, and she wasn’t really reading her book. She was a fast reader, faster than Alesan at least, and she hadn’t flipped her page at all since he had come back upstairs. “ What’s on your mind, Luce?” he asked her softly.

Lucia had the grace to color a little and she closed the book. “ Mama had a talk with me a few weeks back, I think the term she used was the birds and the bees…I had some questions for her that came up recently, but I don’t know when she’s going to be back.”

Farkas nearly sputtered on his mead when he heard those words and he fought to keep himself from choking into his mug. Even as he rued the moment that he had asked her, Farkas couldn’t deny that Lucia was at that age. “ Why don’t we go outside? I don’t know if I can answer any of those questions, but I can try.” he replied nervously. Lucia got to her feet and father and daughter made their way onto the back porch. He lifted her up onto the wall for her to sit on and Farkas climbed up as well once she was comfortable. “ What kind of questions did you have?”

Lucia was still blushing a little as she looked at the cobblestone. “ Mama mentioned that women go through a fertile phase every month. I…I know you two share a bed a lot. Are Alesan and I going to have a little brother or sister sooner or later?” the youngest Dragonheart child asked.

Farkas felt all joviality leave him at the question and his head fell a little. Thank the gods he had been the one she asked and not her mother. Tarrowlyn wouldn’t have been able to hold herself together. “ Your ma can’t have children anymore, Lucia.” he began softly, and he heard his daughter’s sharp intake of breath in her shock. “ I know you remember when she came back to Whiterun, barely clinging to life. I was the one who brought her back. The men that put her in that state damaged her so badly that she doesn’t have those fertile times any more. She hasn’t ever since that night as far as I know.” Tears wet his cheeks at the thought, but he pulled Lucia in for a tight hug. “ There’s no use in mourning what could have been. Your ma and I have you and your brother, and we’re happy with that. We have little Raydin to spoil too.”

Lucia returned the hug fiercely and she just looked out onto the plains in shock and horror. She knew her mother absolutely adored children, and there had been a time early on; just after she had been adopted, that Tarrowlyn would gush that if given the chance, her home would be full of family and life. While it was the four of them now, Lucia had wanted a baby brother or sister just as her mother had always wanted as well. “ I’m so sorry…” she finally whimpered. She hadn’t even realized that she had been crying until she spoke. Her voice was raw with emotion, and her throat tight and thick. “ All she ever wanted was a large family. That’s all she used to talk about just after she adopted me.” The tears came in earnest as soon as the words left her mouth and Farkas pulled Lucia into his lap so that he could hold and console her easier.

“ Things will turn out as they are meant to, Lucia. You’ll see.” Farkas whispered in return. He felt overwhelmed with emotion as well, as there was no stemming the tears that seemed to be flowing down his cheeks in rivulets.

For now, it was best to just allow them to run their course.

Vilkas groaned against Serana’s mouth as she pinned him against the bed. On top of smelling her arousal, the Black Wolf of Jorrvaskr could feel her heat right against his own aching shaft. He could hear how hard her heart was pounding from their proximity. There was no denying he wanted her body, but he wanted to know her mind just as much. “ Sweetness…” he panted as she began planting kisses against his jaw line. “…Serana. I…”

Her sinfully dulcet chuckle swam in his ears as her teeth nibbled gently on one of his earlobes and Vilkas hissed in delight at the feeling. “ You have been invading my dreams for weeks, Vilkas. I appreciate you wanting to know my mind before my body, and I am touched that you debate me on things that interest the both of us. You seem to forget that I have a millennia of forced celibacy to account for and there is only one man I want to break that streak. The minds have met and they have communed. Now it’s time for the bodies to meet and sing, Vilkas.” Serana whispered as she sat up. She was untying her bodice the entire time she spoke and she drew everything away the moment it was loose enough.

She felt Vilkas pulse between them the moment her body was bared to his appreciative eye and Serana took one of his hands before settling it on her hip. Her ruby colored gaze was iridescent as she locked it to his bright blue one. She had never taken on any lovers before, but something told her that Vilkas would be an amazing, if not thorough teacher. Tender, but powerful and passionate. She wanted her voice to be gone when daybreak came. “ Although I would rather that you make me howl, wolf.” she added with a small grin.

His hand began moving up from her hip, over her toned stomach and through the valley of her breasts. Serana hissed in delight at the touch and the light in her eyes flared a little brighter that the pleasure the barely there caress brought her. Vilkas’ fingers wrapped around the back of her neck, and he gently pulled her flush against him. Their lips met and Vilkas rolled her off to the side, settling her against the mattress. He groaned in both torture and delight as Serana pulled him over her, and her long legs wrapped over his hips. Vilkas kept trying to think of any protestations that could be had, but everything he thought of kept coming up short. He had grown to know her very well in the last few weeks alone that she had been in Whiterun, and they had sparred both verbally and physically on more than one occasion. Serana was a fierce woman, especially if she were crossed, and Vilkas admired her greatly for that alone. He had undoubtedly lost his heart to her since the first night they had met on the tundra when it had been raining. Her tongue dueled with his and he moaned into her mouth, all the while feeling his heart race even faster even as it filled to the brim with emotion. Right now all Vilkas could feel for her was all the love and adoration a woman like Serana deserved.
You’ve only been in Whiterun a few months, the Companions only a month or so, and you only recently saw Farkas on a daily basis. Is that really enough time to know if you honestly love someone?
The words Vilkas had spoken to Tarrowlyn the morning after her trial three years ago came back to him with all the subtlety of a stampeding mammoth, and he instantly regretted them. The heart knew no time table nor constraints of man-made design. All it knew was the feeling of wholeness when its other half was finally found. A wholeness that he had been experiencing since the first time he had kissed those soft, luscious lips. His lips left hers for a brief moment, only to begin marking a blazing trail into her skin as Vilkas kissed his way down her neck.
Serana gasped delightedly as his mouth closed around one pert tit and she moaned when his tongue began flicking and laving over her pebbled nipple. Her fingers sought purchase in his hair, needing something to hold, needing a way to guide him to where she needed him. “ Gods, Vilkas!” she cooed as he switched to the other tit. She could feel one warm hand gliding down her abdomen, going in the opposite direction that he had gone just moments ago. Her back arched in preparation of him sliding into her small clothes, but instead his fingers trailed to the inside of her thigh. “ Dammit wolf! Get them off!” Serana groaned.
Vilkas chuckled sensually against her flesh before planting a feather light kiss against her sternum. “ I believe the term you are looking for is get me off, sweetness. I plan to do that, many times over tonight…” he purred in reply. His free hand teased one nipple while the other trailed tortuously slow back up the inside of her thigh. “ I daresay I’ll have you howling in short order as well.”
Serana couldn’t help it. Her honey rolled out of her at the tone of his voice and her thighs clenched together for a brief moment as if she ached. Vilkas made a big show of breathing in her heady aroma and she bit at her lip a little at the sight he made. He resumed his trail of kisses down, though Serana wanted him to move faster. “ Vilkas, unless you want to be ravaged, don’t do that again…” Serana warned. The neediness in her voice was apparent and she moaned loudly when his teeth sank into her skin at her hip. The bite wasn’t that hard, it was barely enough to leave a mark in fact. It was more the feeling of his teeth and mouth so close to where she wanted him.
“ Do what? I fully intend to memorize every single reaction you give to me tonight. As for being ravished, I’d love to see you try. You know I love a challenge.” Vilkas’ fingers looped into Serana’s knickers as he spoke and he slowly drew them down her legs. His lips and tongue trailed along her skin with the action, though he groaned softly as her scent became more pronounced. “ You smell so sweet…” he growled out as he eased her legs a little wider.
Serana’s cry of delight and relief echoed briefly off of the stone walls the moment Vilkas’ tongue laved her from her entrance to her clit to gather her flavor. Her back arched high as he nibbled the bundle of nerves for the briefest second and Serana felt Vilkas’ arms wrap under her hips. He lifted her enough to where her shoulders were against the mattress and he smiled briefly at how bright her gaze was as it locked to his.
“ I don’t know if you’ll be howling yet, but I won’t be complaining either way.” he purred. Vilkas then resumed his worship at the gates of paradise and Serana thrashed a little as pleasure hijacked every nerve. Her screams of rapture and delight were the world’s sweetest music as Vilkas immersed himself in her, in the feeling Serana welled up within him.
What he had felt for Tarrowlyn was nothing like the inferno that Serana sparked within him, and it both awed and terrified Vilkas that he could feel so strongly for another person. Yet, he didn’t want it any other way. He had never felt so whole, so right, except in the time that he had spent with her. Vilkas was adamant to show Serana just what she had become to him, and he fully intended to worship her for as long as she could stand tonight.
Serana felt his tongue probe at her entrance before he pulled back and her lust filled gaze grew confused when he pulled back in surprise. “ What’s wrong?” she asked, her chest heaving.
Vilkas hadn’t been expecting to feel the slight resistance as he tried to draw out more of her flavor. “ You’ve never lain with a man?” he asked, panting heavily. He had never been in this position before, being someone's’ first that was. He had only ever had experienced partners.
Serana wiggled out of his grip and she got to her knees before molding herself against him. Her smile was infectious as her arms wrapped over his shoulders and around his neck. “ Not yet I haven’t.” she purred. “ Believe me when I say I am more than ready Vilkas. Teach me, show me. I want everything, but only if it’s you.” Her nose rubbed his as her lips cloyingly drew close a few times. Vilkas held her head in place as he captured them, and Serana tasted herself on his lips. “ Please Vilkas...I don’t want to wait anymore.” she pleaded.
Vilkas laid Serana back down before he pulled her back into the position he had her in a moment before. “ It’ll only be a small wait, sweetness…” Vilkas purred as he licked her essence away from the inside of her thighs. It was ambrosia to the taste and he would be damned if he missed a single drop. His eyes turned golden as he met her ruby colored gaze and Serana squirmed a little in his grasp. “ I never leave anything unfinished.”
Serana’s screech as Vilkas resumed his earlier task only spurred him on further and he watched her through hooded eyes as he brought her closer and closer to the brink. He was determined to have her topple over the precipice and into bliss, to hear her cries of ecstasy as he took her to the brink with his lips, tongue, and fingers. Vilkas wasn’t going to ease up until he had learned everything that would drive Serana wild. That didn’t take long, for Serana screamed as she peaked, and her hands tangled in Vilkas’ hair as he drank down her emissions. He eased her back down against the mattress, kissing his way back up her body before capturing her mouth again. Her nails raked against his scalp, and Vilkas felt his nostrils flare as his body reacted to the feeling of it. Either Tarrowlyn had divulged the single night that she had spent with he and Farkas or Serana had instinctively done that to him.
Serana hands left his hair as Vilkas’ kiss grew more intense and she began pulling away his small clothes frantically in an effort to get them fully skin to skin. She needed him, right now, and nothing was going to detract her from finally having him. Vilkas had been the only man to move her in things carnal, and Serana wanted to learn all she could from him. Her impatience fueled her strength and she flipped them over to where Vilkas was pinned beneath her. Serana wasted no time in placing him right where she ached and her jaw dropped as she rubbed herself against his hardened flesh. It was hot, heavy, and thick against her womanhood, and Serana trembled a little from excitement. She lifted herself higher, and wordlessly, Vilkas held himself up straight so that she could lower herself onto his swollen rod.
“ Just go at your pace, sweetness…” he whispered to her as her nethers kissed the crown of his cock. “ There’s no rush, I’m not going anywhere.”
Serana kissed Vilkas into silence as she slowly descended onto his massive tool. She felt nothing but the smallest of pinches as he broke through her maidenhead and after a long, agonizing moment, she sat flush against his hips. “ Shut up and make lo...Make me howl, wolf.” Serena said. She had nearly said make love, but that would be too much so soon.
Right?
Vilkas sat up straight, encircling Serana in his embrace even as he drew out of her. “ You had it right the first time, sweetness.” he whispered. His lips met hers as his hips flexed back to enter her again and Serana almost sobbed into his mouth at the feeling she got from their joining. Vilkas’ jaw did drop at how tight she was and he gripped her just a little tighter as he repeated the motions once more.
Serana’s head flew back even as she latched on to Vilkas with an iron grip and her voice rang out in a cry that resonated in his heart. Her hips swiveled experimentally as he thrust back inside of her and the groan that answered her made her smile even as she gasped at how much he was filling her. “ What do you mean I had it right the first time?” she asked, her voice a breathy whisper.
Vilkas paused his movements and he laid her against the mattress as he kissed her. “ You were right the first time because I fully intend to make love to you, all night, if only to convey just what it is I hold in my heart for you.” he answered against her lips. His bright azure gaze locked onto her scarlet one as he flexed into her again. Her cry against his lips at the change in angle strengthened his ardor and his next thrust held the smallest bit of power behind it.
A breathy chant of yes signalled for him to continue at that pace and power as their bodies ebbed and flowed together. Serana’s mouth found his again, and her fingers scraped against his scalp once more as she tried to keep him in place. This earned her a much stronger thrust than before and Serana’s legs buckled around his hips at how good it felt. “ Just like that Vilkas! Oh gods yes!” she cried as his hips began slapping against hers wetly.
Vilkas’ gaze was tender despite how strongly he was taking the woman beneath him and he reveled in every gasp, sigh, and scream that their coupling inspired. He was working his length in and out of her, keeping his hips swirling and rolling so as to bring her more and more pleasure and Vilkas winced with a grin as her nails raked down his back. He was almost positive the scratches she left were bleeding. “ That’s it Serana.” he whispered passionately as she met him thrust for thrust. Gods, he was going to lose control with her if she kept that up. “ Take that thick cock. Just like that.” He felt his release drawing closer and Vilkas groaned even as he pulled out of his own personal version of Aetherius. He was not blowing before she climaxed, his pride would not stand for it!
Serana screamed in dismay as Vilkas pulled away from her suddenly, but just as quick he had her hands against the wall while she was upright on her knees. “ Vilkas, what?” she asked dazedly.
“ Just a position change, love.” he whispered as he lifted one leg and held it aloft by hooking his arm under her knee. Vilkas’ thick rod entered her once more, this time from behind and Serana let out a throaty moan as his girth parted her tight, sensitive folds from a new angle. “ I hope you’re ready to howl…” he added with a small growl. Vilkas’ slower pace was completely forgotten as his hips surged forward again and Serana screamed in delectation at the slight ache it left her with. He was powerless to stop himself.as he claimed Serana’s body strongly, and she goaded him on by calling on him in her rapture.
“ Vilkas! Oh gods yes, Vilkas! Just like that!” Serana screamed as she felt her body drawing in on itself. He was like a second heartbeat pounding inside of her with his thorough beat. Her cries of surrender seemed to reverberate all over the room, echoing in both their ears all the while. Just as she was about to topple back over the precipice again, Vilkas stopped and moved her once more. Serana’s heated gaze locked to his and she pushed him back against the mattress. Just as quick, she was back where they had started, only she was riding him like a purebred stallion going for the home stretch.
Their loins slapped together loudly as they kept up their breakneck pace. Neither was willing to ease up, nor were they wanting it to ever end. Serana fell forwards over Vilkas, her eyes screwed shut as he continued his strong possession of her body, and her lips latched onto his skin. She kept murmuring his name between kisses, and her fingers clutched at him as she tried to anchor herself to something. His mouth found hers and their tongues dueled passionately as they twisted and entwined sensually. Serana sobbed at the feeling it gave her, the double possession of her body and she trembled as she kept drawing closer and closer still. She was right there!
Vilkas flipped them back over without missing a single stroke and he hooked her knees over his arms before bending forward. She was open wide beneath him, and Serana screamed her delight into his mouth from it. Her head turned to one side, showing him her neck and Vilkas felt his wolf rise to the fore at the submissive gesture. “ Serana, unless you want me marking you, please try to refrain from doing that.” he groaned out. The words were hard to come by as he felt her channel begin to flutter and tighten all along his length, heralding the first tremors of her orgasm. She tightened around him even more, seemingly excited by the prospect of his words, and Vilkas damn near lost control right then and there. As much as he liked the idea as well, he had to tell her what that kind of mark meant amongst his kind. “ Ye gods...Serana.” he moaned against her ear. His heart felt as if it would burst it was so full. She was so passionate, so accepting, and all his. She held his heart in her strong, yet delicate hands, and yet he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Vilkas would be damned if he ever let another man know her sweetness now that they had experienced one another’s passion.
“ Oh gods...More, Vilkas! Vilkas!” Serana cried once more. Her back arched high off of the bed and her nails raked down his back and sides one last time as she felt her zenith peak. Her first true cry of ecstasy was a long, drawn howl as pleasure thrummed through her entire being, radiating out from the pulsing of Vilkas’ cock within her.
Vilkas felt his release peak at the same times hers did and his jaw dropped as her silken channel suddenly stilled him in vice like grip. His seed flooded her womb, and Serana’s eyes met his as they crested the wave together. He leaned in closer, as they were still riding it out, and his lips met hers to deepen the connection they were having. Tongues danced and swirled together in perfect harmony as the last tremors finally settled, and Vilkas rubbed his nose to hers sweetly when they pulled away, their chests heaving and breaths mingling. Neither had ever felt such a perfect wholeness before that moment. They way one exhaled when the other inhaled, the matching tempo of their racing hearts. The softness that seemed to be mirrored in each other's gazes full of wonder and adoration. It was almost too much to bear, but by the gods above they had never felt more right in their entire lives.
“ I love you.”
So...Who do you think said it first?
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