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Worthy	By : Allyrion Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 26822 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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All three sat beside the roaring fire as the darkness descended around them.
Aela's strangely pale eyes flickered with the reflected light as she pondered to herself. On the other side of the fire, Lydia was studying her new sword with the trained eye of a warrior. With the loss of her previous one, and the journey that awaited them on the morrow, she had been forced to make do with the best they had found in the caves.
The best of the collection was an ancient Nord sword formerly wielded by one of their skeleton enemies, and probably more living creatures before that. Years of neglect had left it well spotted with rust, but the blade had looked the sharpest of the lot. Lydia brought out a grinding stone down upon the metal, trying to clear away the rust, sharpening the blade to lend it new life.
On the third side of the fire, the Dovahkiin had opened his pack to begin eating some of the meal they had prepared for their journey. A large man, particularly after the day of travel and fight at the end, needed his strength. Especially since the Dovahkiin had needed to use both his magics and a Dragon Shout. Nothing was quite like the last to work up an appetite, as the Dragonborn demonstrated, tearing into a loaf of bread with bare hands.
Words were fleeting as the trio instead listened to the fire crackle and the rasp of the sword sharpening. They would need to be on their guard tonight, here in the wilds of Skyrim with a fire blazing. The wolf pack would return, or a variety of other enemies of the wilderness.
It was Aela, turning away from her ponderings in the flickering flames of the fire, who finally broke the silence.
"You saved me, Lydia."
Lydia paused a moment mid-stroke, then continued. "I suppose I did, Aela."
Aela turned her eyes from the fire to look at her. "You didn't have to. You could have let me die."
"Why would I do that?" Lydia commented neutrally.
Aela studied the dark-haired housecarl shrewdly. "Because you know. About me, and the Dragonborn."
Lydia stopped. Her face was still as she studied the red-haired Companion, but her face grew a little more stoic and hard.
"I suspected it."
The Dovahkiin was discomfited by this discussion as if he were not there, but he instead filled his mouth with a powerful ale. Sometimes, even he knew better than to speak.
Aela looked evenly at Lydia. "Your husband is a strong man. One of the best of Skyrim."
"I know that." Lydia paused, then pressed on. "I know you are not the only other woman he has met after our marriage."
Well, now at least it was in the open. For good or ill. The Dovahkiin looked at Lydia, but it was not in him to apologize. "Lydia. You-"
"I've always known about the way you were, Dragonborn, from the day you first walked into Dragonsreach." Lydia paused a moment, then continued.
"I've always known you are not the marriage type. When I accepted your proposal, I knew who I was getting into. I would have the finest man in Skyrim, who would not change for anything. Even if I sometimes wished it was otherwise."
Her face was strange, as conflicting emotions were wrought themselves upon it. As if to distract herself, she sharpened the sword again, continuing her dialogue almost benignly.
"I confess I am not exactly pleased my husband is sleeping with other women. But I knew it was possible, even likely. Perhaps I clung onto the small hope that it was all untrue, despite the evidence. The late nights."
Silence descended. Then Aela spoke up again. "Then why did you save me? One of your husband's...lovers?"
Lydia looked at Aela steadily.
"Because, compared to the many in Skyrim that I know my husband has been with, you are the worthiest, Aela. Of him."
She sighed quietly, then went on. "I've always seen you from afar. You are among the best of the Companions, a far-famed Huntress. A true Nord woman. Why wouldn't my husband be drawn to your beauty, your strength? Even I-"
Lydia suddenly stopped mid-sentence. She looked like she had said too much. Some colour suffused her cheeks, though it was hard to tell for certain by the firelight.
Aela didn't say anything for a moment. "High praise from the wife of the Dovahkiin. One woman in the many that he actually chose to marry. I hope you realize, you must be very special for that."
Lydia did not respond to that, but the colour in her cheeks did not fade.
Aela rose. The Dragonborn tensed slightly between bites, ready to swiftly act. But he knew better than to interfere unless it was absolutely necessary.
The Companion Huntress strode around the fire, walking carefully, swaying slightly in that sultry way that the Dovahkiin approved of. She reached her destination, and bent her head down.
Lydia had been carefully studying her sword for rust marks when she felt the pair of calloused, yet still somehow delicate warm hands grab each side of her face. Her face was raised upwards to see Aela's pale-eyed stare.
And then, fearlessly, the Huntress brought her face lower, and brought their lips together.
Red-haired and dark, the two Nord women sank into the joy of their first kiss. Lydia tensed for a moment, then she seemed to deflate into the experience. The sword and sharpening stone fell from her hands, which instead snaked upwards to grasp Aela's own face. Their faces moved, and the Dovahkiin saw their tongues snaking between each other's lips.
After a while they broke apart, breathless. Aela smirked as she moved backwards. Lydia's eyes closed, as if to try to savour the memory.
"Well, I see a bit of what the Dovahkiin does in you," Aela commented wryly. "I would like to see a little more."
Lydia's eyes opened. They were sparkling with hunger and joy, and above all, lust.
The Dragonborn rose, but Lydia looked back at him. "No, my husband. Not yet. Soon."
His wife rose to stand with Aela and this time initiated the kiss herself, snaking her arms around the red-haired Huntress. Aela felt joy; Lydia was a strong worthy woman, and they both wanted this.
Normal women would be fumbling in their lustful zeal. However, these two were trained warriors, their hands steady. Before the Dovahkiin's eyes, kissing and embracing one another, they began to discard the other's clothing beside the roaring fire.
It was much faster for Aela's clothing, of course. Lydia simply had to place two hands on each side of the inside of her vest and push outwards. Below the dueling tongues, the red-haired Huntress' small breasts came into view, pale with hard nipples to indicate her heady arousal.
Aela herself had removed the armor from Lydia, leaving her in a cloth tunic. The Companion smiled briefly at Lydia, making the housecarl flush, then gripped the bottom of the tunic and lifted it upwards. Lydia unresistingly raised her arms so Aela could easily remove the garment.
They were both unclad above the waist now. Their kiss broken, the two women took a bit of time to stare down at the topless beauty of the other. Lydia's own breasts were larger, her nipples dark instead of pink, but the way they jutted outwards indicated that she was just as excited about events as Aela was.
Then they kissed again. Of roughly equal height, the two Nord women snaked their arms around each other's back. Their breasts pressed together, each feeling the pressure of their own nipples digging into the other’s.
It was quite a sight for the Dovahkiin, as his eyes drew downwards from their dueling tongues to their compressed breasts, rubbing lithely against each other with sinuous turns of their heads. He restrained himself. This was not a sight to interrupt. Yet.
As they kissed, Aela snaked a hand downward from Lydia's back. She gave one of Lydia's breasts a squeeze even as it pressed into her own, then snaked the hand into Lydia's pants. Lydia broke the kiss. She gave a contented little sigh as Aela's hand continued its journey. Looking into the pale eyes of the Huntress, Lydia felt the other woman finally reach her sex, the moist burrow between her thighs. The housecarl let out her first moan of pleasure.
Aela slipped a finger into that wetness, and Lydia moaned again. Her dark hair shimmered in the firelight, her eyes locked onto Aela's as she felt her depths fingered again and again. Lydia would not be merely conquered though. She slid a hand of her own down Aela's leather pants. The housecarl felt her hand pass through a nest of pubic curls and then into the sticky wetness that marked Aela's own core.
The Dovahkiin watched the two beautiful Nord women go at it without outward expression. Inwardly though, he was absolutely enraptured by the sight. After looking down at each other's hand inside their pants, fingering, they had kissed again, they bodies still pressed together. From his viewpoint, he could lewdly see the shifting movements of the fingers beneath the cloth at furious work to give more pleasure to the other.
Lydia managed a couple words in her rapture. "Aela...that feels so good...don't stop...please..."
Aela responded by moaning as Lydia thrust what looked like another finger inside her. For a moment the red-haired woman enjoyed the sensation, then drew back. Lydia looked at her questioningly.
"That was very nice, housecarl," Aela said deviously. "But I want to see all of you, to see what could enrapture the mighty Dragonborn so."
She tugged at Lydia's trousers, driving them and the underwear beneath to the ground in one smooth movement. Lithely, the housecarl stepped out of her final garments, then Lydia did Aela the same service.
Both women were fully nude before the other now. Aela pushed Lydia gently to the ground and made to push her legs open.
"No," Lydia spoke urgently, any trace of hesitation long gone in the haze of her arousal and desire. "I want you too..."
Aela contemplated that for a moment. Then she swung her lithe form over Lydia's face. Lydia's hair splayed on the ground without notice as the housecarl opened her mouth to give the moist pussy of Aela above her a sensuous, opening lick.
The Huntress moaned. She looked down to see Lydia at work between her thighs, her face moving beneath the red hair of her pubes, giving her pleasure at her center. Aela lingered in the wonderful sensation for a moment, but then proved the truth of her words when she swung downwards as well.
Aela the Huntress met Lydia's own pussy with her own torturous, deep lick, punctuated by a tongue thrust. From behind, the Dovahkiin heard Lydia give out her own moan of pleasure, then begin to lap away at Aela as the two women set to work on the other.
By chance, Aela's face and by extension Lydia's moist, glistening pussy was pointed towards the Dovahkiin. The red-haired woman locked eyes with the Dovahkiin sensuously for a moment as he watched, then without warning buried her face into Lydia's vagina. Her tongue must have been at furious work for Lydia suddenly gave out her loudest cry yet, her body rocking at the newfound assault.
After about thirty seconds of furious pussy-licking, Aela raised her head from Lydia's moist cunt. Her face glistened in the firelight with the fluids of the Dovahkiin's own wife. The three dark diagonal lines across her face were unmarred though, and her eyes were bright with delight and mischief. She looked at the Dovahkiin with that glistening, tattooed face.
"I know what you see in her now, Dovahkiin." Aela the Huntress gave him a smile, her tongue snaking out to lick at the juices at the corner of her mouth. "She is quite something, isn't she?"
That broke the camel's back. The Dovahkiin's emotionless mask broke. He threw the last of his bread aside; he hadn't even remembered he was holding it. Dimly, there was the thought that he needed to be there to stand watch, to confront any wild attackers, but that was a distant one compared to the carnal ones filling his mind. If anything, it only made things a little more dangerous...and exciting.
He threw off his own armor, tunic and pants with remarkable haste. As he did so, he looked at Aela, observing how her eyes watched him undress, snaking up and down his taut male form even as Lydia's pussy glistened right below her chin.
The Dovahkiin was already rock hard, of course. He had two choices, as he approached the scene closest to him. One was Lydia's inviting pussy, currently being fingered furiously by Aela's nimble hands, and the other the mouth below Aela's bright, almost mocking eyes. Time enough for both. His manhood protruded horizontally as he lined up with his target.
Aela opened her lips. And the Dovahkiin buried his massive length inside her hot, wet mouth with a thrust.
The sight of the two Nord women had been enough to test the stamina of any man. Coupling that with the sight of your length buried inside the mouth of Aela the Huntress was even more so. The Dovahkiin gave a sigh as she swallowed his entire length without complaint. Aela tasted his pre-cum with relish, her tongue flicking around the phallus buried inside her mouth, this glorious veiny intruder, and began to suck at him.
Behind them, Lydia stopped from her ministrations on Aela for a moment. "Husband!" she cried out.
The Dovahkiin almost didn't, couldn't respond. Not with Aela's upraised pale eyes, his length in her mouth, his pubic hair tickling her lips. "What is it, Lydia?"
"I need you inside me, my Thane." Lydia cried out.
Aela smiled around the Dragonborn's cock. She pulled her head back slowly, carefully, with sudden immense suction. She strayed a moment on the bulbous head, then lifted off of it with a trail of saliva connecting it to her mouth.
"You don't want to disappoint your wife, Dovahkiin," Aela said. "I would have sucked you until you had filled my mouth with your delicious seed. I do want to taste you again. But your wife saved my life. I guess this belongs to her."
The Dovahkiin gave her a nod, and then drove his manhood, moist with his precum and Aela's saliva, deeply into his wife's welcoming cunt.
Lydia screamed. Even soaking wet, her pussy was stretched wickedly by the huge cock of the Dovahkiin. After that initial feeling though, Lydia began to feel wonderfully filled, adjusting to the familiar yet still endearing experience.
Aela studied the sight before her, of the Dovahkiin's huge phallus buried inside the moist cunt of Lydia below. Her chin resting on Lydia's nest of dark pubic hairs, Aela watched as the Dovahkiin pulled out, and then thrust into his wife again. As he did so, the Huntress' pink tongue snaked out to poke at the little pussy that still remained to her, stretched wide by the penis that filled the housecarl.
It was a mark of the Dovahkiin's stamina that he had not cum at any number of points already. The erotic lesbian sight of his two stalwart companions, his cock being sucked by the proud mouth of Aela, or the tight, welcoming pussy of his housecarl Lydia all qualified, as he drove into his housecarl wife again and again.
Eventually, all good things must come to an end. It was Aela who set him off, perhaps not quite surprising given her position. The Huntress’ pussy was being consistently licked by Lydia, a particularly powerful pace leading the Companion to strain in visible rapture above the housecarl’s talented tongue. She cried out loudly, head shaking, body shuddering, red hair flying. Her thighs strained noticeably near her pussy as she orgasmed, and Lydia set to licking it up with gusto. At the sight of Aela's pleasure and his own wife enjoying the result, the Dovahkiin roared.
Aela was still coming down from her orgasmic high, but she managed to find her voice. "She saved me. She is worthy. After all..."
She paused, giving a feline grin.
"Lydia is sworn to carry your burdens."
Aela the Huntress was wickedly smiling at the thought of the Dovahkiin’s “burden” being carried inside Lydia. She gave an approving nod, a flush along her form still present from the orgasm the housecarl had given her.
That was enough. The Dovahkiin gave a final, violent, brutal thrust deeply inside Lydia and then began to fill her with thick streams of his essence. As his cock twitched with its first, powerful stream inside Lydia’s cunt, Aela drove her head once more between Lydia's legs to lick at the pussy and now and again the still fountaining dick of the Dovahkiin.
Both Lydia and the Dragonborn cried out. Lydia felt the hot spurts of liquid inside her, the moist seed of her Thane, the mighty Dovahkiin. His length was buried so far inside her that she was pleasured in a new way she had never experienced before, even between husband and wife. Lydia finally shook with her own orgasm at the sensation, feeling both Aela's tongue and the spewing cock in her pussy, looking upwards to see the Huntress's fine, nude form resplendently glimmering in firelight above her.
Even with the familiar feel of his wife's pussy around him, this orgasm was special. Even when he had cum inside Aela only two nights ago, this was more powerful; it had been built up by events of the day, with no less than two Nord beautiful women to help him on his way.
In his traditional manner, the Dovahkiin continued thrusting as he came, by now filling Lydia's womb with virile seed. The feeling of mixed jism and pussy liquids around his phallus grew as he looked down at Aela's pale eyes observing his ejaculation with a look of curious interest. Only two days before Aela had experienced the same wondrous feeling, and now she had a curious outsider’s view at this pulsing penis inside Lydia’s pussy. Then she looked down towards Lydia’s slack, enraptured face, the dark-haired housecarl’s eyes flickering in delight and orgasm as her willing body was fed full of the Dragonborn’s seed.
The Dovahkiin began to still at last. His thrusts slowed, then stopped, his length still sheathed inside his wife's creampied pussy. Lydia was exhausted too, savouring the final feelings of his spasming dick and the way it still filled her, sighing contentedly. He wanted to stay in that heavenly sheath forever. She wanted him to stay as well; no woman could have ever felt so filled, so completely satisfied.
The Dragonborn sighed, his sweaty, nude form cooling in the frigid Skyrim air. They had been so zealous in their lovemaking that their heat had negated the famed cold of the outdoors. He drew his deflating phallus, still of sizable length, out of Lydia's pussy with a slow movement.
Watching this movement, Aela cast a hungry glance up at the Dragonborn, then down at the filled pussy resting so close to her own chin. "I wasn't lying you know, Dovahkiin. About wanting to taste you again.”
As the Dragonborn finally removed himself, he looked to see Lydia filled to the brim with creamy whiteness. Some of it threatened to escape onto the forest ground below, but Aela descended to make sure of otherwise. The Huntress’ eyes closed as her tattooed, red-haired head extended a pink tongue to probe at the white-covered pink folds of Lydia.
Lydia moaned in pleasure, too exhausted but to lay on her back as Aela set to work on her. Aela ate out Lydia furiously, until all the visible jism was gone, vanishing inside the hungry maw that was the Huntress' mouth. Her mouth primly closed, she looked at the Dovahkiin, then raised her legs off Lydia's face, and brought her own face to the dark-haired housecarl's.
The seed she had collected followed the flow of gravity downwards into Lydia's mouth. Aela smiled as she let the jism flow into Lydia's mouth, then broke the flowing kiss to settle off to the side and rest at last.
Lydia wasn't done herself though. Aela had done much for her pleasure; she was full of gratitude for the red-haired Companion, and felt she should do the same.
The housecarl rose briefly to push the Huntress back downwards. Lydia looked back to the Dovahkiin this time, opening her mouth to reveal her tongue swimming in his creamy seed. However, the raven-haired woman did not swallow it as she had many times before. As Aela lay questioningly on her back facing away from the Dovahkiin, Lydia descended to lick at the Huntress’ pussy once again for good measure...but with a special gift this time.
One, two, three licks. Then Lydia's mouth opened, and the essence of the Dovahkiin leaked from her lips into the pussy of Aela the Huntress.
The Dovahkiin watched the sight with interest. Of course, the jism was not buried deep inside Aela, but Lydia made to rectify that as best she could. She thrust her tongue into the red-haired huntress, pushing more of the Dovahkiin's seed inside her, until it was lost from sight in a haze of continuous licks and fingerings. Then Lydia motioned the Dragonborn forward. She cast a hungry glance at the Dragonborn’s deflating penis, still glimmering with the mixed juices of Skyrim’s mightiest and his housecarl wife.
Lydia gave it a few dutiful pumps, her hand sliding easily along the lubricated surface, then drew him forward toward Aela’s pussy. The Dovahkiin was exhausted, but managed on his wife’s instruction to give a thrust into Aela. The redhead’s pussy was still familiar from only two nights before, as he pushed his own seed that Lydia deposited even further inside Aela. The huntress cried out as he did so, feeling the fluids of all three companions mixing inside her wet, stimulated pussy. That cry gave her a second rewarding thrust, but the Dovahkiin was tired now, drawing out of that warm sheath back into the cold air of Skyrim. Lydia watched the whole experience from tired but hungry eyes.
By now they were all exhausted. After completing her job at spreading her husband’s seed again inside their new mutual lover, Lydia let her head drop against Aela's red pubes, panting. Aela herself looked down at Lydia’s head resting between her legs to lean her own head back in shallow breaths. The Dovahkiin himself was settled backwards onto a tree, still naked.
Aela spoke first. "Well, that was quite a day."
The Dovahkiin grunted assent.
"I'm not sure if you've ever seeded two women, with one coupling," Aela said. "You have your wife to thank for it."
Lydia smiled lazily and drew her hand down at her own pussy. Aela had taken much, but he could still feel her husband’s essence deeply inside her and savoured the feeling.
The Dovahkiin let an exhausted sleep settle over him, even as he cast a glance at the two beautiful, naked, seeded Nord women by the fire.
These two had truly proven themselves worthy.
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