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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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A week later, and Freya still hadn't returned. This mission was taking particularly long. Freya left during First Seed, and now it was Second Seed. Farkas had remained monogamous, but it was becoming frustrating. He tired of crawling into the spacious bed, reaching into his pants to pull himself to orgasm and then falling asleep. On top of that, he had been contemplating the discovery of Freya having sex- fucking- her companions.
During First Seed, she had stopped by and left with Mauricio, this arrogant Imperial spellsword and his throat caught at the idea of him pulling her into different positions, having her! Who knows who she's with right now?
To curb his frustration, he had Jordis order several hundred pounds of Ebony ore, and spent the day shoveling piles into the smelter to create ingots for a set of Ebony armor he could take into Whiterun to sell. Once the sky darkened, he slipped back inside the manor and sat in the kitchen to have a simple meal of bread with bits of meat and cheese. After that, Farkas went into the back room to look at the ever growing pile of letters.
He wasn't exactly sure what came over him, but when Jordis entered the room and paid him the usual respectful nod, he rushed up to her and within seconds she was pinned to the wall. Jordis grunted, attempting to push him off, but the months of having a milk-drinker's job had softened her, and the months of polishing his blacksmithing skill had toughened him.
He easily had her overpowered. "Sir, I-I don't-" Farkas clapped a hand over her mouth and stared penetratingly into her eyes.
"Yes. You are my housecarl, my steward are you not? Is it not in your job description to do my bidding?" Jordis nodded, her eyes wide and he could feel her swallowing.
"Well then, you have something I want. I will have it." Farkas growled and moved his hand. His hand still had residue of soot from smelting ingots, and it left streaks across her lips and cheek. Jordis swallowed again, and nodded with trepidation. "I will do as you wish."
With that, Farkas walked backwards and fell into a chair, pulling her to her knees in front of him. Her armor clanked softly and made a crashing noise as she fell onto her knees. He moved his left hand to behind her head, and his fingers knotted into her hair firmly. He had control of her head, and he made her look up at him. He spread his legs and his right hand reached into his crotch, undoing the laces until his cock sprang out, standing at full attention and throbbing.
"I assume you know what to do." He smirked, and pulled her head closer, forcing the tip between her lips. Jordis' back arched and her armored knees scraped along on the hard floor. Her hands flew up to his thighs for stability as his cock slid into her mouth. His member was hard, thick, and long. At least it felt that way in her mouth. She had never taken a man this way, and was unsure what to do. Her only ideas came from idle tavern gossip between a few wenches.
The cock kept entering her mouth, now crawling down her throat and once it was far down enough that her nose was buried into his short curly hair, she immediately began gagging much to her humiliation. Instinct told her to pull her head back, but Farkas' grip was strong, and he groaned, closing his eyes as Jordis choked on his cock.
Her eyes watered and saliva dripped out of the corners of her mouth, but there was no reprieve. She clawed on his pants and struggled to pull out, however Farkas found that felt the best. He pulled on her hair, drawing her face back and allowing her a brief moment to take a breath. But as soon as she inhaled, he gripped her hair and plunged right back into her mouth.
Soon, he established a favored rhythm by pulling and pushing her head back and fro on his cock. It was all Jordis could do to maintain balance, and gasp for those brief breaths. He fucked her mouth mercilessly. Farkas leaned his head back, his eyes closed as he savored the feeling of a warm, wet mouth around his cock. It had been far too long, indeed. In fact, this was one of many activities he had been unable to do with- with his wife.
He sped up, groaning loudly as Jordis' face repeatedly smacked down on his crotch until finally the white-hot feeling boiled down, starting deep in his loins and then culminating into a release. When Jordis felt the first few spurts into the back of her throat, she tried to pull off but Farkas tightened his hold on her hair and fiercely pressed her into his groin and she struggled, whimpering as he shot off several ropy, thick, salty strands into her mouth. Cum dribbled out of the corner of her lips, and Farkas sighed as he glanced down.
"It's best if you swallow it all, steward." He gave no indication that he would pull out of her mouth, and Jordis attempted to swallow, sucking both on his cock and the moaned pleasurably from the suction and finally, withdrew his hand from Jordis' head. She pulled herself off his cock, gasping for breath and wiping her wet chin. Farkas stood up and stepped around her, pushing his cock back into his pants. He tied up the laces and left the room, as if it never happened.
Farkas had gone into his bedroom to recuperate and to reflect. He laid his head on his hands, stretched out on his back on top of the covers. He didn't particularly feel guilty and was glad of the release. It had indeed pent up for far too long. Farkas contemplating writing a letter to Freya to confess, but what if she planned this? What if she chose the most attractive housecarls and bard- for him? He reveled in this theory.
What if they were there, simply for his use and pleasure. That would indeed improve his outlook on their marriage and new living situation.
Jordis had seemed shocked at his advances, and he couldn't tell if it was duty, or expectation that bound her. It was common adventurers enjoyed their companions, and surely as a Housecarl for various Thanes, Jordis... had been enjoyed. He wondered if Freya told them of her intention upon hiring them, if he were to go with this particular idea.
The beastblood stirred in his veins the longer he allowed his thoughts to run with that theory. He got up, willing his erection to subside. Farkas changed into cleaner clothes, and entered the main hall.
Karita, the bard recruited from Windpeak Inn in Dawnstar, was playing a few wordless tunes on her lute. Rayya had returned from her patrol and was seated at the main table eating her meal as she listened. They turned their heads to acknowledge Farkas with nods and smiles. Farkas lowered himself into a seat, and caught Jordis' eye. The Sword-Maiden quickly looked away and raised her tankard to her lips.
Farkas studied her for a while, and with a smirk he raised his empty tankard. "Will you take this and give me a refill, steward?" Jordis nodded and stood up, taking the tankard. "My apologies for not attending to you- I will have this refilled quickly." She turned away, and he soon heard her descending the cellar stairs.
Farkas buttered a piece of hot roll, and made a request for Karita to tell them an epic. He listened as she began her story, chewing on the roll. He accepted the refilled tankard wordlessly, and Jordis sat down at her seat again.
The epic was lengthy (as all epics are) and by the time Karita finished, everyone was more than ready ready for bed.
Both Karita and Rayya excused themselves politely, and went upstairs to their shared room for a wash up and to go to bed. Jordis stayed behind, gathering empty plates and cups to take outside so she would wash them in the morning. Farkas cleared his throat, and Jordis slowly looked up at him. "Yes, my lord?" Farkas stood up and stretched his arms casually. "When you're going upstairs, please fetch Karita, if she hasn't slept yet. Send her to my door- I have something I need to talk to her about."
Jordis managed a tight smile and bowed slightly, her arms full of serving ware. "Yes, I will. Sleep well, sir." She turned away and entered the kitchen, presumably to exit through the door. Farkas turned and walked back into his bedroom, and took off his clothes to wash up again, ensuring the grime from his hard work had been washed off diligently. He was pulling on his sleeping gown when there was a knock at the door.
Ah yes... He opened the door, and Karita stood there waiting. She was still in her day clothes. This bard had a habit of dressing in revealing tavern dresses that had plunging necklines and long slits up the skirts. Farkas perused her body, feeling much more open and confident after his incident with Jordis in the afternoon. Karita shifted, clearly feeling unsure.
"The steward told me you requested my... company." That's an interesting way to put it. "I did yes, come in." Farkas held his door open and she entered his room. He passed a cursory glance over her backside. Yes, seems it will do. The dress was form fitting, and suited Karita well. She had wonderful front- and back- assets.
He sat down at the small table, and waved for Karita to sit across him. She accepted the seat. "I was curious about what brought you to Lakeview Manor."
"Well, t-the Dragonborn found my talents pleasing when she happened by Windpeak Inn last Hearthfire. She was surprised to find that what I know, I learned from my mother who was a graduate of the Bards' College. She immediately offered me this position, and with my father's blessing, I accepted. It seemed a lot more secure than dealing with rowdy patrons evening after evening." Karita cleared her throat and folded her hands in her lap.
Farkas nodded slowly, but suddenly reached across and grabbed her hand. He pulled her up, and towards him in a quick maneuver that had her on his lap. Karita had no time to react. "M-my thane?" She stammered. He nuzzled her neck, and noted that that sent goosebumps down her arms.
"Have you ever been with a man, bard?" He planted soft kisses on her collarbone, pulling her right arm around his shoulder so he would have access. Karita's soft moan gave herself away. Farkas trailed his fingertips from her left shoulder down to the outline of her dress' neckline, the barely there touching made her shiver and once his fingers were at the skin between her breasts, he spread out his hand and groped her, pinching her nipple through the silken fabric.
His other hand was around her waist, and he pulled her closer. Simultaneously he suckled lightly on her neck. She leaned her head back and moaned wantonly. He pulled back and his hand reached up to move her chin so she faced him.
"If this is what will undo you, then how did you not turn into a cheap tavern whore?" Karita managed a soft chuckle. "None of these men had the same finesse as you." She reached up and rubbed his jaw slowly, her dainty hand running over the stubble .
That sentence somehow pieced things together for him, and various memories flashed in his mind. He recalled the many times Karita attempted to flirt with him, often leaning over in front of him to pick up things and allowed him views of her ample cleavage and plump ass. When she helped the steward serve him food and drink, she leaned across his shoulder to put the dishes on the table, so her breasts and arms would brush him lightly. Those damned outfits she wore daily. How he had missed all those signals... Gods, he would just have to make up for lost time.
As he nuzzled and nipped at her neck, she ran her hands through his hair. He had decided he would experience all the women in the household, but it was hard to restrain himself from calling favorites just yet. However, Karita made it so hard- she was so open, and so willing. His hands roamed all over her body, massaging her breasts, her soft curves, her thighs.
He licked her neck, beginning at the shoulder and trailed his tongue over her soft skin, ending at her ear. He swirled his tongue on her ear and bit gently at her earlobe. She gasped loudly when he slid his tongue into her ear canal. Hircine help me, he thought. She smelled and tasted so good. She felt so good. How he was going to restrain himself from ripping her apart, he didn't know.
Farkas growled and scooped her up in his arms so he could stand up. He shifted Karita's weight so one arm was supporting her, and he used the other to sweep the nearby table clear of items. The items scraped and clattered onto the floor, and he dumped her on it without ceremony. Farkas gripped Karita's hips and spun her around so that she was on her hands and knees. He pushed down on her upper back to accentuate her ass. Karita was so obedient, so cooperative. That would change in a bit.
When he flipped up her skirt, this action made possible by the long slits that ran up both sides of her legs, and pulled it over her back she began to protest. "No, no, my-" Farkas growled, interrupting her. "I'm sick of honorifics. It's Farkas."
"Farkas- don't-" she was interrupted once again as he ran a finger down her slit. "Don't what?" "I'm, I've never, you know..." Karita stammered, her face covered by the fabric of her skirt. She squirmed and Farkas held her hips firmly, one of his hands pressed to her back. Her face was resting on the table, and this assurance held her immobile. "Don't look, Farkas, I'm- I'm shy." She squeaked.
This caused Farkas to laugh and he took a step back. "You're shy? You wear these skimpy tavern clothes daily, and you even wore them back in Dawnstar, for Talos' sake! You aren't even wearing smallclothes. Can't a man admire his catch? Besides, if you're worried I'm going to fuck your brains out so hard you'll forget what year it is, I'll have you know I have other plans." Karita giggled and bit her lip. "I suppose you can proceed." She whispered, covering her face with her hands. She was thankful for the cover her skirt provided.
She felt the air change around her exposed nether region as Farkas approached once again. It was embarrassing for her to be like that, thrust onto a table and her most intimate parts put on display, her skirt hiked up over her back. Trepidation crawled on her skin as she tried to anticipate what Farkas wanted to do.
Farkas ran his hands up her bare thighs slowly as he perused her damp cunt. It was covered in short, auburn colored curls. His eyes followed her slit upwards until it darkened and disappeared into her ass. His hands roamed over her hefty ass cheeks, massaging. He ignored the raging erection between his legs as his eyes passed over every inch of her intimacy. He used his thumbs to open her up and admire the dewy pink flesh that peeked out.
A woman's cunt was a complex thing, pleasure spots shrouded in layers and folds. His thumb slid down the middle, stopping at the bottom and pressed at the hard nub that resided there. Then slowly, he began to massage it in circular strokes. Karita gasped as that pressure sent chills through her body. He noticed her cunt juices began to gradually flow down her slit and he slipped the index finger of his free hand into the dark, wet hole of her honeypot.
Farkas began a slow thrusting rhythm, occasionally pressing down on a particular spot that made her moan. He added a second finger, and increased the pace with both rubbing her clit and fingering her. When he withdrew his hands, Karita felt like he stopped just as he had started, and began to sigh- but she panicked when he spread her ass apart.
"Farkas!" She scrambled to get away but Farkas gripped her hips again and growled, "You will stay right where you are, bard." She swallowed the lump in her throat and clenched her eyes shut. Farkas roughly pushed her back down again, and his hands ran down her spine and back to her ass. He admired the fine globes that was her backside, and spread her ass apart again. Karita resisted the urge to squirm or to move.
He studied that puckered hole, that hid in the deep recesses of every woman's backside. Only a handful of the countless women he bedded would even let him have that, and when they did, it was usually because they were with moon blood. He remembered how it felt pushing his greased cock through that impossibly tight hole, how it felt when he bottomed out and their ass cushioned the impact of his thrusts. How they always seemed to be so much more louder when he fucked them there.
Karita was clearly a first-time, the deep ridges of her pucker was unscarred and closed up tightly. No man, or anything, had entered that, he was positive. Farkas dragged his finger slowly down the crevice until it arrived. When his finger made contact, Karita gasped and jerked. But this motion made her ass close around his finger rather than remove it. She heard him growl for her to relax, and reluctantly she did.
Farkas once again obscenely spread her ass and this time he was more true in what he did. His finger circled her hole, and rubbed it, savoring the rough feel. It was odd how rough it did feel on the outside, but he knew once he slid inside it was smooth and tight. He groaned- his erection was getting really difficult to ignore. He took off his other hand and reached underneath his sleeping gown, to allow himself a reprieve.
He gripped his cock tightly and treated himself to a few strokes. His finger rubbed her asshole in unison to his strokes, and Karita bit her lip to avoid making noise. She didn't want to like this- this intrusion but it was incredibly arousing. She attributed it to her being somewhat naive about men, and to being... displayed and wanted, like this. Surely she didn't find that Farkas was examining and touching her... back there, arousing.
Farkas removed his finger and his hands pushed back on the arc of her spine, making her nearly upside down. He glanced down and there laid a feast between her legs. Farkas bent down, and suddenly Karita felt something wet and warm right on her nub. It took a few more seconds before she realized it was his tongue. A small moan escaped her lips. Farkas swirled his tongue around her clit for a time, but then made several long licks from her clit to her hole, lapping up the juice. The musky smell, and her taste drove him nearly wild.
He fought a battle against his beast blood but his frustration manifested. His fingers dug into her thighs as he pressed her even harder to his face, and he shoved his tongue down her hole as far as he could go. Karita was overwhelmed and rendered wordless, save for the constant moaning. He resumed the lengthy licks, gradually increasing the distance until his tongue circled her asshole. The taste was somewhat bitter, but he used his tongue to scoop up some of her cunt juice and spread it around her pucker. Karita reached out and gripped the edges of the table as her toes curled.
She would never have anticipated just how good that truly felt. Farkas pushed his face into her crevice, his tongue swirling around her pucker and occasionally pushing into the hole. His hands gripped the sides of her ass, enveloping his face with her plump cheeks. Soon, her asshole relaxed and he was able to get a good bit of his tongue inside. He pushed in, and withdrew quickly and soon created a rhythm of fucking her asshole with his tongue.
Farkas led his tongue down her slit despite disappointed groaning coming from Karita, and once again circled her extremely hard nub. He crept his thumb over and massaged her asshole. The index finger of his free hand plunged into her cunt. He continued to lick her until her thighs began to stiffen and he took that as his cue and slipped his thumb into her asshole.
This did the trick, and Karita was suddenly engulfed with her orgasm, a white-hot explosion that began deep in her core and was set off by something entering her ass. Her nether regions pulsated and sent what felt like electricity down her body, and Farkas could feel her asshole throbbing around his thumb. As she came down, he flattened her tongue and went over her clit, and then withdrew his finger from her hole so his tongue could pass that and then slowly removed his thumb from her ass. He finished up by spending a few minutes licking and circling her puckered hole with his tongue.
Farkas stepped back and lifted up her skirt, pulling it over her ass. He gently lifted her off the table so her feet would finally touch the floor again. She was panting, her auburn locks completely askew. He circled the small of her back with his arm and drew her into him for their first kiss. Karita kissed him back eagerly, ignoring that his face was covered in her scent, and his stubble was still wet from her juice.
Farkas slipped his tongue into her mouth, and she met his advance with her own. Kissing was something Karita was definitely familiar with, and their tongues dueled passionately. He drew back for a breath, and smirked at her. "You're dismissed. You may go to bed now." He turned her around to face the door and smacked her butt playfully. Karita dropped her head and walked to the door, but when she stepped outside she threw him a side glance.
Gods, she wanted more. Her legs shook as she advanced the stairs, and once she approached her bed it took every energy to just slip out of her clothes and get under the covers. She had nothing left for changing into her bed clothes. Farkas flopped on his back onto his bed, and furiously pulled at his cock until sweet release finally came. Something told him to savor Karita, and he was glad he had followed that instinct. Perhaps it would pay off.
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