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The Line Begins to Blur	By : VirusVescichetta Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 61884 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"Why is it so damn snowy all of a sudden?" I groused aloud and pulled my travelling cloak tighter around my shoulders.
Lydia seemed rather unconcerned with the frigid weather. "The more northern reaches of Skyrim are colder than the south. The northern coast is covered in ice year round, from what I've heard."
"Still doesn't explain why we went from sunshine and green leaves to...this," I mumbled and looked around at the snowy forest we had passed into about half an hour beforehand. "Hopefully this cold will keep that dragon away, at least."
"You're really quite paranoid about that, my Thane."
"It was staring at me. I have this unsettling feeling it knew who I am," I frowned at the thought.
"Either that or it was yet another female whose eye you've caught," my housecarl said with an all-too-easy shrug. "You seem to have a strange knack for attracting women."
"...You think that's possible?" I wasn't actually entirely sure how that thought made me feel. A female dragon wanting me... "It would be too much," I shook my head. "That's a lot of female to try and satisfy, and I get the feeling she'd just eat me if I didn't meet expectations."
"Not up to the challenge, my Prince?"
"Maybe once, if I got her really drunk," I mused. "That way I could just sneak out after she'd fallen asleep if I couldn't quite do the job."
"I can only assume how much experience you're speaking from," Lydia's smirk was plain in her voice.
"Don't worry, I won't be sneaking out in the middle of the night," I chuckled. "You're just as liable to find me and murder me as any unsatisfied dragon, I'd wager."
"Let us hope it doesn't come to that. I'd hate having to get out of bed," my housecarl chuckled back.
The town of Windhelm looked nice enough as we approached. A couple farms were further up the road, though what they could be growing in a climate like this was beyond me. The town proper lay on the other side of the river we had been following. The smell of salt nearby made me assume that the river led to the sea to the northeast. At the immediate right of the bridge leading to the town was a stable quite similar to the ones I had seen in Whiterun and Riften.
I was surprised at how high up the bridge was from the water as we crossed. There had to be almost fifty feet between the stone walkway and the icy water below. I doubted a person would survive such a fall without some level of injury. The guards at the gate shot me dirty looks as we passed, but that was nothing new. It wasn't as though I expected a warm welcome in every human city I went to.
The first thing I noticed when we got inside the town were the Nords milling about. Or rather I noticed the lack of anyone else, aside from a few other scattered humans. There wasn't a mer, Argonian or Khajiit in sight.
"Candlehearth Hall," my housecarl's quiet words caught my attention.
"An inn? Perfect," I smiled at the sight of the large stone building. "We'll just go collect our bounty and then whip back here." I almost had to laugh at Lydia's unimpressed look. She looked nearly crestfallen. I slid up behind her close enough that my chest pressed to her armoured back. "Don't worry. As soon as we have our money, we'll come here and I'll screw you senseless. Deal?" I whispered in her ear.
The shiver that passed through her didn't escape my notice. "Of course, my Thane."
"Halt! What business do you have here?" a guard stopped us as we approached the Jarl's keep.
I fished the folded bounty notice from one of my pockets. "I'm here to collect on this bounty. If I'm in the wrong place I'd be much obliged if you could point me in the right direction."
He kept his narrowed eyes on me for a moment more before begrudgingly stepping aside. "Alright, go in and speak with the steward. But we're keeping an eye on you."
"I'm flattered, but you're not my type," I smirked and brushed past the man.
"This is the first time I have seen people people act so harshly to you for your race," Lydia noted.
"Yeah, this town does seem to have a rather high concentration of assholes," I agreed. "Seems like every country has at least a couple, though. I guess it was just poor luck to stumble into this one."
We were let in through the keep's door by another guard. His wary gaze mirrored his companion's and I returned it with the same polite smile. I was many years past caring about a few racist humans. When we entered I took a glance down the large hall to see the Jarl sitting at his throne. My eyes widened in surprise. "Holy shit. I didn't know this is where Ulfric ruled," I muttered.
"You know Ulfric Stormcloak, my Thane?" Lydia's question drew my attention.
"I never told you? I was with him when I was to be executed when I got to Skyrim," I turned my head to regard her. "...I told you about that, right?"
"Yes, but you never mentioned that he was there."
"I probably considered that less important than the fact that I almost got my head chopped off," I said with a shrug. "Think he remembers me?"
Ulfric had another man with him. He was massive, easily half a head taller than even myself. He turned towards me and cast a heavy glare my way. "What business does an Argonian have in this place?" he asked in a deep, coarse voice.
"The mercenary kind. I'm here to collect the bounty on Mistwatch Keep. My companion and I cleared it out a couple days ago," I explained in an amicable tone.
"Do you have any proof?" the second man asked suspiciously.
"Did you want me to come in here with a sack of heads?" I asked back. "If you'd like I could take you over there and show you, but the bodies are probably rotting by now."
Despite my height, I was still forced to look up slightly as the burly man glared down at me. "I don't think I like your tone, lizard."
"Enough, Galmar. A patrol was by there recently and found it empty," Ulfric cut in. "Still, without any proof I can't award you the full bounty. I'm willing to offer three hundred septims."
"The notice just says the reward goes to anyone who clears it out. It doesn't say anything about needing proof," I argued and folded my arms across my chest. "Just like you said, they're all dead. You shouldn't need any more proof than that if no one else has claimed the bounty."
"An Argonian that can read. Imagine that," Ulfric chuckled. "Very well, you've made your point. Five hundred septims it is."
A man I assumed to be the Jarl's steward handed me an appropriately heavy coin purse. "Don't spend it all in one hole, leatherback," Galmar sneered at me.
Lydia stepped forward with a look that bordered on righteous anger. I raised a hand before she could speak. "My Thane..." she growled.
"Ha! A Thane? What sorry hold named you as Thane?" Galmar barked with laughter.
"Whiterun, actually," I answered with a shrug, altogether nonplussed with his bigotry.
"Balgruuf must be hurting worse for support than I figured," Ulfric chuckled with a shake of his head.
"I know. It's quite the scandalous affair, giving a mercenary an official position. I can't ever remember attending any meetings," I shot him a smirk.
His mouth opened to say something that I could only assume was to correct me on what was shameful about my status but an alarm ringing out cut him short. A guard burst in through the doors at the end of the hall. "Jarl Ulfric! It's a dragon!" he shouted. "A dragon is assaulting the bridge!"
I didn't stick around to listen to his response. I gave one quick nod to Lydia and bolted for the doors at full sprint. We dropped our packs off at the inside of the gateway mid-stride; no one was likely to be paying much attention to them at the moment. It took less than a minute for us to reach the gate, and I was surprised that Ulfric himself was hot on our heels. Perhaps he was actually interested in seeing a dragon attacking his town.
We pushed through the gates and immediately saw the dragon midway down the bridge. It was burning and snapping through the city's guard. Its eyes shot up as soon as I arrived and it let out what could only be described as laughter. "There you are, Dovahkiin!" it called out in its language. I figured absorbing a few dragons' souls had something to do with my ability to understand it.
I frowned when I noticed that it was the same dragon that had been staring at me on the road. "Here I am!" I yelled back in the same tongue. The air shook with my Voice; it wasn't quite a full Shout but it wasn't too far off. "Are you here to speak or fight?" I continued and almost stuttered when I realized they were practically the same word.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Ulfric staring at me. I ignored him and cast off the woollen cloak tied around my shoulders. I didn't give the dragon much chance to respond before I was charging towards it with Lydia at my flank. "Yol!" it roared as I grew close and spewed a tide of flame.
"Wuld!" I Shouted in return and appeared in an instant beside the dragon's head. It looked a little surprised before my blades dug into the scales at its neck in an upward slice. They flicked back down and carved a pair of trails just behind its jaw.
It snapped at me with shocking quickness and I narrowly avoided its mouth of blades. I didn't have much luck in dodging the tail whipping at my other side, though, and was sent sailing through the air to land on the snow-covered cobblestone several feet away. My metal sword slid out of my hand and ended up somewhere in the white powder. I pushed myself up quickly and ignored the dull throb in my ribs.
Lydia had managed to distract the dragon enough to keep it from further pursuing me. It gnashed at her as she ducked and blocked with her shield. Every so often her sword would catch a horn or spot of scale and force the dragon to back away slightly. I rushed to slash at its exposed side while it was sufficiently occupied. My ghostblade cut into the soft scales there with little resistance. It let out a shriek of agony and kicked at me with its hind leg.
I dodged under the clawed limb and saw it was off-balance for a moment. "Fus Ro!" I Shouted. The force of my Voice knocked the dragon partway over, or at least enough that it had to stretch out its opposite wing to catch itself. Lydia got under the outstretched skin and cut a rough slice through it to disable any chance the dragon had at flight. Another ear-splitting roar thundered off the mountains surrounding us.
The dragon's head shot down and smacked Lydia away before it turned back to me. I hopped to the side to again avoid the thing's vicious jaws and drove my sword into its neck. It threw its head back, wrenching the blade from my hands and sending it soaring through the air and off the side of the bridge. "I can't even be surprised," I grumbled before getting caught off guard by a rapid snap of its wing.
I once more tumbled through the snow, though the blow had done little more than daze me slightly. I put my hands down to push myself to my feet and found one of them gripping the hilt of my other sword. "I guess someone really is watching out for me," I laughed and returned to the fight.
I got back a moment too late to stop a guard who had ventured into the fight from being incinerated. The dragon once more smacked Lydia far enough away to deal with me alone, though this time I saw that her shield had been knocked away from her. "Wuld!" I Shouted once more to slip past a quick bite. I took advantage of the dragon's outstretched neck and jammed my blade as far as I could into it. I made sure my grip was iron to avoid having my sword pulled away from me again.
The beast thrashed around, tearing its wound open more and throwing blood around from the wide gash. The harsh sound of metal being dented and a choked scream drew my attention to Lydia's body flying through the air, flung by a harsh crack of the flailing tail. I was somewhat shocked at the violence of its death throes. "Lydia!" I yelled when she disappeared over the bridge's edge. I didn't hesitate in releasing my sword and sprinting for it.
I could hear the dragon's body burning away as it released its soul just as I got to the edge and looked down at the water below. I took only the fraction of a second needed to spot the dark blotch and leap towards it. I prayed I could grab her and get her to safety before I was overwhelmed by absorbing the dragon's soul. A small prayer also went out to the hope that she wasn't already dead and that I wouldn't be as soon as I hit the water.
I hit the water and forced down the urge to gasp at the frigid coldness. There was no way I could run water this cold past my gills without giving them frostbite in seconds. My eyes opened just enough to spot Lydia's body suspended a few feet away. My arms wrapped under hers and I noticed that her armour was gone. My head had barely broken the surface when the dragon's soul hit me. I fought the sudden disorientation and lightheadedness and swam clumsily for the shore.
It was an odd experience, gasping for air. I stumbled onto the shore, coughing out water and trying not to drop my housecarl. Her skin was cold but her lips had yet to go blue, I noted when I deposited Lydia's body on the shore. I was breathing hard but that had as much to do with the cold as any panic or exhaustion. I honestly didn't know who would deal better with it at the moment between us. I quickly checked her signs of life and found she wasn't breathing. "Shit. Sorry," I muttered and placed my hands on her chest.
I felt the two ribs already broken from the dragon's tail on the first two compressions, then another pair snapped on the third and fourth. I hoped she wouldn't be too mad at me if she recovered. I bent down and pressed my lips to hers as well as I could to try and breath some air into her. My frantic mutterings fell on deaf ears as I went back to working her lungs.
Part of me was somewhat repulsed when my mouth ended up full of water from her lungs, though the majority of me was relieved as she rolled over coughing. On the fifth hack she finally strained hard enough to vomit a great deal more water and promptly blacked out again. "Thank the Hist," I mumbled and slipped my arms under her. She was a lot less heavy without all the armour.
I ran into Ulfric Stormcloak at the stable by the bridge. "You..." he started.
"Were at Helgen when the dragon attacked, yes. So kind of you to remember me," I replied flatly and brushed by him.
"You're the Dragonborn," he finished and sounded downright numbed by the revelation.
"Yeah, I am," I called back over my shoulder. "I also have a wounded housecarl to attend to, so you'll have to forgive me if I'm a bit too busy to sign something for you."
It was a short trip to the inn just inside the gate. "I need a room," I said as soon as I caught sight of someone behind the counter. I must have been quite the sight, with flecks of ice clinging to my still-wet armour and the unconscious woman in my arms.
"Oh, my!" the woman behind the front desk exclaimed. "Um, right this way. We still have a vacancy."
"Thanks," I replied and followed her down the short hall. Doors lined it on either side and I had noticed a stairwell near the entrance that led to a second floor. I also distantly noticed that the building was quite warm, considering the snow outside. I figured it must have had a good hearth, rather than the candle that the name of the inn suggested.
The room was, inconveniently enough, at the far end of the hall. The woman opened the door and let me brush past and into the room. "I'll get you your money once I have her situated," I said over my shoulder as I gently laid Lydia on the floor. It wouldn't do to get the solitary bed in the room wet and cold from her saturated clothes.
"Of course. I'll just be at the front desk," the woman said with a surprisingly calm and polite smile, given the situation. She left a moment later, her soft footsteps echoing in the otherwise quiet hallway.
I worked at Lydia's armour, though the wet leather was hard to work with my freezing hands. It was easy to ignore how cold I was until I was calmed down and focused on it. It was hard to keep myself from shivering but fixing up Lydia was more important. Once I got her out of her clothes and into the bed I knew I at least wouldn't have to worry about her succumbing to hypothermia.
It took a couple of minutes to get her armour off and I chuckled at the thought that I had missed a great opportunity with her already out of it the night before. Now some dragon had shown up and spoiled the chance for us both to have some fun. "Why can't things ever go smoothly?" I mumbled to myself and carefully lifted Lydia onto the bed.
Were the situation not quite so dire I likely would have admired her nude body. With the dark purple blotches on her chest and sides reminding me of her broken ribs, however, it was hard to enjoy it. Her shield arm was heavily bruised but a quite inspection assured me that it at least wasn't broken. When she woke it would do me well to have some hot food and a healing potion ready for her.
I gently bundled her in the bed's blankets and hastily left the room. "Could I have some food prepared for when she wakes up?" I asked as I arrived at the woman's desk. I set down a handful of septims on the counter that I hoped would be enough to cover the room.
To my surprise there were actually a few left over once the woman was done taking her fee. "Not a problem. I'll have our cook put on some stew," she said with another of her polite smiles. It was nice to meet someone in this town that didn't immediately sneer at me, I thought. "What happened to you two, anyway?" she asked just as I turned towards the door.
"Did you hear all that ruckus earlier?" I asked and she nodded in response.
"I heard the guards shouting something about a dragon."
"Yeah, well, they don't take too kindly to being killed," I chuckled. "We got a bit banged up helping the guards take it down. I just need to grab our supplies so I can get her properly fixed up."
"I'll be sure to let her know where you went if she wakes up before you get back." Another smile. I was starting to enjoy them.
I thanked her and quickly left. The sun was setting far too quickly for my tastes, though I couldn't make it out too well through the thick, snow-filled clouds above. I ran through the streets to the Jarl's keep. I had long forgotten about the ice lacing my armour, the cold having since turned to simple numbness. Any dry clothes were in the packs, and even that would have to wait until I'd tended to Lydia's wounds. At least I wasn't quite so cold-blooded as an ordinary lizard, I mused.
I had hoped to slip into the Jarl's keep unnoticed and collect our packs without incident or even having him catch sight of me. "Dragonborn!" judging by his call, however, it seemed Ulfric had other ideas.
I looked up from the bags to see him approaching with his beast, Galmar. I narrowed my eyes without thinking about who I was glaring at. "I'm just here to grab my stuff," I said and turned towards the doors. "I still have a wounded housecarl to tend to. If you're so desperate to continue our earlier chat now that you know you've made a fool of yourself, you're going to have to wait."
"There's no way some slimy lizard could be the Dragonborn, my Lord. I'm afraid we're wasting our time," Galmar glowered down at me as he spoke. He seemed utterly offended by the possibility.
"You saw him use the Voice just as I did, Galmar, and he spoke their language as though it were natural. Even I cannot do that," to his credit, Ulfric didn't sound much happier with the prospect of my status.
"What can I say? I guess the gods have a sense of humour," I scoffed. "Although, considering the stellar job you humans are doing handling the Aldmeri and your civil wars I can't imagine why any divine power would want to choose someone else."
Galmar looked ready to throw a punch and I was tempted to entice him further. A shiver reminded me of both my own current state and Lydia's before I could start a fight. "You have a lot of nerve, speaking to the rightful High King like that," the beast growled at me.
"I've killed a few too many dragons for a man's title to intimidate me," I finally made it to the doors. Escape seemed a wondrous prospect. I was far too ready for a fight and that wouldn't be good for Lydia.
"I wish to have a talk with you, when you get the time," Ulfric cut in before his man could speak further.
"I might come back later. We'll see where my mood goes," I answered after a moment. I was never one to hold a grudge, but I wasn't terribly interested in hearing what he had to say, either. I assumed it would just be a request - or demand - that I join the Stormcloaks in their rebellion.
It only took a couple of minutes to return to the inn, though when I arrived in the room Lydia was still unconscious. I frowned and promptly dug out our bandages and thread for stitching up her gashes. The dragon's teeth and claws as well as her own shredded armour had all been unkind to her flesh and she didn't have the luxury of the Histskin like I did.
Years of patching up my own more serious wounds made quick work of the quarter-dozen cuts on her arms and torso. Bandaging her ribs up took a short time more, but it still only took a few minutes. When she still made no move to rouse from her slumber I set a healing potion down on the table next to the bed and set about divesting myself of my icy armour.
I didn't realize how cold I had gotten until I was dressed in dry clothes. I had made sure to grab some ordinary civilian clothing at the market in Riften to avoid being without in case my armour degraded too badly again. I even managed to avoid tearing any of the collar on my horns as I pulled on the shirt and felt oddly accomplished in that.
I retrieved another blanket for myself from the kind woman at the front desk, who I learned was named Elda. "Thanks for all your help. My arrival here in Windhelm has been less than hospitable," I said with a chuckle and a returned smile.
"Happy to help," she said. "Although I have to wonder, are you and her...?"
"Thane and housecarl, yes," as much as I didn't like to advertise my title, I knew it would get the inquisitive woman away from that line of thought. "We're from Whiterun. It's quite the thing, eh? A mercenary being given an official position. Quite progressive."
"I'm certain there are those who aren't so much concerned with your chosen line of work as your race," Elda said rather bluntly. "Better an Argonian than a Dunmer, though. Dirty grey-skins are better off staying in Morrowind if you ask me."
"Well, there's something to be said for progress, I suppose," I mumbled and returned to my room. I wrapped myself in the newly acquired blanket and sat down in a chair I moved next to the bed. Before letting myself doze off I made sure there was a healing potion on the table next to the bed.

I couldn't have been asleep for long before Lydia's stirring woke me up. I hastily leaned forward and put on arm on her shoulder as she tried to rise. "Hold on, you're pretty banged up," I said gently and eased her back down. Her breathing was shallow from her broken ribs, but at least she was awake.
"I feel like I was crushed by a giant's club," she muttered weakly.
"A dragon's tail, actually, but they probably hurt about the same," I laughed quietly. "Considering how far you flew, I'd say you're lucky you only got a few broken ribs."
"I was thrown clear of the bridge, wasn't I?" she smiled as I handed her the healing potion. "I'm surprised I'm not a touch more chilled."
"I made sure you weren't in the water for too long. If I hadn't broken more of your ribs resuscitating you I might think you owe me for jumping off a bridge after you."
"You're a madman, my Thane," she said with a wince after drinking some of the potion.
"Without a doubt, but at least I'm clever and durable enough to survive it," I replied. "How do you feel, beyond the broken ribs part?"
"Naked," she answered with a pointed luck. "I'm going to have to hope you didn't already have all the enjoyment we planned on the road, my Prince."
"I was a little bit too icy to be in much of a mood for it, so unfortunately you haven't been graced with my depravity yet," I returned with a familiar smirk.
"Good. From what I've seen it isn't something I'd be too pleased to miss out on," the sultry purr of her voice caught me by surprise, as did the clouded look in her eyes.
It was odd to notice how dry my scaly lips were. Could they actually have been any fun to kiss? I wondered. Maybe their dryness was why the layer of moisture coating Lydia's looked so inviting. I didn't realize I was leaning down until I was inches away from her. "You know, you are still injured," I said when her fingers slipped under the edge of my sleeve. How long had her hand been sliding up my arm?
"After that potion I can't much feel it," she said almost dreamily. It was good to know that the healing potions we had were strong. She'd probably be back to health in a few days.
The fingers of her other hand tickled at the waistband of my trousers when my hands settled down at her waist and on the bed. I was going to have to stop being bad at this. Despite how often it seemed to be happening lately, it was still rather surreal to be face-to-face with a lovely woman. A naked lovely woman, my mind helpfully supplied. "Suppose I could be gentle enough not to further your injuries," I muttered and finally closed the distance. It was time to stop teasing myself.
Our lips meshed together for a moment before our eagerness got the better of us. I was thankful for the length of my tongue and the thoroughness it afforded me in exploring her mouth. There was no part I couldn't probe and caress, though hers kept it busy enough I didn't have much opportunity. My fingers dragged up her side, brushing over the bandages wrapped around her ribs. "Does that hurt?" I murmured while I moved my lips to her throat.
"Not terribly, no. It kind of tickles," she said and actually giggled quietly. Apparently I had done right when I had stocked up on powerful healing potions. It was downright cute hearing my strong and capable housecarl giggle.
My hand finally rose to her breast and I cupped it lightly. When I dragged the pad of my thumb over her nipple a light gasp escaped her lips. "What about that?" I asked and nipped at her soft neck. "Does that tickle?"
She made some mumbling of denial and pressed herself against my hand. I dipped my head down and nudged the blanket covering her away from her chest with my chin and dragged my tongue across the nipple I was neglecting. When my sharp teeth dragged carefully across her tender flesh she let out a little squeal. "Please," she panted and stared down at me.
"So eager? I've barely even done anything," I chuckled low in my throat. "Could this be from the weeks of neglect I've shown you?"
"Something like that, I'm sure," Lydia replied as she tried to catch her breath.
"Then I shan't be hasty now. I'll have to make it worth the wait," I laughed aloud and climbed onto the bed so I wouldn't have to bend so far. I wrapped an arm behind her shoulders to keep her propped up without straining her ribs too badly and returned my hand to her breasts.
She surprised me somewhat by wrapping her hands around the back of my neck and drawing me in for another kiss. Our lips worked together slowly and deeply. I wondered why I had ever avoided being intimate with my housecarl. It would have been so much easier to have just done this back in Ivarstead. We may have only known each other for a couple weeks by that point but the mutual attraction had been apparent, in retrospect.
So much wasted time to make up for, I thought and squeezed and pinched at her breast a little more insistently. I was too much enjoying the simple feel of her skin to move on just yet. Her skin was shockingly soft, for a trained soldier. I could feel the muscle underneath but she still held onto her feminine curves quite admirably. Having the largest breasts I had yet held in my hand didn't hurt either. Had they always been so large? I could barely get one to fit properly in my hand.
Despite my wishes to simply touch her for a while, though, Lydia's body writhed enticingly and her mumblings and whimpers were getting more insistent. After one last firm squeeze my hand relented and slid down her stomach to the dark patch of admirably trimmed curls at her crotch. Where and when did she have the chance to take care of that? I wondered. When I was asleep?
The glistening moisture drew my attention sharply away from my pondering. I couldn't resist dragging my finger through her damp folds. It was easy to find the swollen bead at the apex - her clitoris, I reminded myself of the odd name. I drew a few lazy circles around it with the tip of my finger. The way her blunt nails dug into my neck told me that it was probably a good thing to do.
I continued to take my time with touching her, slowly sliding my fingertip into the depth of her folds, never quite dipping inside. I'd give her clitoris a few hard rubs before slipping away again. It was fun to watch her reactions. She looked far too cute glaring at me for cutting her pleasure just short of actually starting it, only to melt into a mess of moans and whines when I pressed against her again. My lips still teased at her but she was too torn between wanting to cry out and wanting to growl at me to reciprocate.
I eventually granted her mercy and pushed my middle finger deep inside in one short thrust. She let out a sharp cry that I hastily covered with my mouth. I wasn't too keen on giving any neighbours the idea of a free show.
Her slick passage all but demanded a second finger and it felt wonderful to work my them in and out of her. I felt a little guilty for being surprised at how tight she was. It wasn't as though I had ever seen her with someone. Perhaps the constant exercise involved with travelling and combat had kept all of her muscles strong.
The rest of her looked very relaxed and pliant, I thought before returning my lips to hers. Aside from the odd twist and grind against my hand, anyways. I hoped that she wouldn't exacerbate her injuries in the throes of her pleasure. That didn't slow my fingers down as they traced hard circles around her clitoris, though. My hand was slick with her moisture and I longed to see her unravel just a little farther.
Her kisses had become clumsy, dragging across my jaw and throat as she mumbled incoherently between her gasps and moans. I couldn't make out most of it, but I wasn't paying too much attention. The feminine hand that had slipped into my pants took too much of my notice. She had callouses, I noticed, but far less than my own hands. She felt downright gentle in spite of the strength and skill I knew she possessed.
She didn't last enough longer to pursue her burgeoning efforts. Her teeth sunk into my shoulder hard enough to elicit a sharp hiss of pain while her hot, wet walls convulsed around my fingers. A stream of squeals and curses spilled from her lips when she released her hold on my shoulder. I was somewhat thankful she had let go of my penis in lieu of digging her fingers into my leg.
Lydia shuddered and panted heavily as she came down from her high. "Worth the wait?" I smirked down at her.
"Almost," she purred through her heaving breath. Her fingers snaked their way around my member once again. "I haven't had much chance to enjoy you, though, my Prince."
"I'm gonna have to find some way of breaking you of that habit," I chuckled and tried not to give in too easily to the wondrous feeling of her hand sliding up and down my shaft.
She returned my smirk in full force. "Perhaps you should give my mouth something to do other than speak out of turn, for once," she said. The tongue sliding across her lips had to be intentional.
I was already sliding my pants off my hips without realizing it. "If all your plans are so well though out, maybe I should defer to you more often," I laughed and shifted to push the cloth from my legs. Lydia was hasty with removing my shirt and looked eager to respond with some clever retort.
The head of my penis pressing against her lips stole away too much of her snark, though. She seemed even more eager to comply with that desire than to actually throw whatever banter she had at me. I wasn't in a position to argue.
"Easy there," I groaned when she tried to lift herself up. "I wouldn't want you making this any worse on my account," I tried to lift my lips in a lighthearted smile, though it was hard with the feeling of her tongue flicking over the tip of my prick. My fingers brushed across the bandages around her ribs to illustrate my meaning. They quickly found their way to her breast of their own accord. "Still, I suppose you know best what you can handle."
As if to prove such a point Lydia pressed a hand to my thigh next to my tail to guide me further into her mouth. I hissed harshly at the sensation of her throat as it took the head of my member. Some fractured curses in hist fell from my lips before she began to ease me back out.
"That I do," she moaned against my cock as she licked and sucked at it.
Male pride demanded I hold off on my release as sexual eagerness desired nothing but a glorious end. I didn't know how much longer I could hold out for the sake of the former as I slid far past her lips again. My hands came up and slipped into her short, trimmed hair. I did my best not to just grip her head and force my cock as far back as it could go, but it was a vicious struggle. I slid back farther than I had before, until Lydia's nose was almost touching my stomach. I was impressed at how much of my length she could take without even the slightest gag.
I let out a long sigh of mixed relief and frustration as I slid from her throat again. I felt like I was on the cusp of release. Thankfully my housecarl took some measure of mercy on me and returned to enthusiastically bobbing her head up and down on my member. Her hand pumped furiously at the shaft while she suckled on the head like it was some sugary treat.
I swore and muttered out a warning in hist and only distantly realized my mistake. "I'm going...to..." I managed and dug my claws as lightly as I could into Lydia's hair. I tried again to finish my warning but gave up when dragon's speech left my lips and shook the room slightly. It was getting hard to keep my languages sorted.
Lydia moaned in an erotically filthy way as my seed erupted into her mouth. It shocked me how eager she was to taste and swallow every bit of my load she could. She even gave my cock a few final sucks to make sure I was through.
She looked kind of disappointed when I snatched the bottle of healing potion from the bedside table. There wasn't much left but it would have to do. "Hey, you're not the only one who got smacked around by a dragon today," I laughed and tilted the bottle to my lips.
Before she could protest or mention my Histskin my lips were sealed against hers in a hard, deep kiss. I pushed as much of the potion as I could into her mouth while I invaded it with my tongue. She wasn't caught off guard for long and took only a moment to return as well as I could give. We had a short, passionate battle with our lips and tongues until I pulled back and smirked down at her. "Once you're back in proper health we're going to have to do all that properly."
Lydia's sultry smile was an expression I could get used to. "Every so often you have an absolutely wonderful stroke of genius, my Prince."

A/N: My, oh, my, where does the time go? This chapter was going to be made longer but...fuck it. The next chapter will, if all goes well, pick up rather immediately, so I figure I'm better off posting something rather than making anyone actually still reading this wait longer.
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