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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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Farkas awoke when dawn approached, not even realizing he had fallen asleep in this position with his hand still around his cock. It was the clatter of people, his steward he presumed, moving things around in the kitchen that woke him. He got up and washed his face and hands before pulling on simple linen pants and a shirt. He laced up his boots and stepped out of his bedroom.
Jordis was already placing his breakfast on the main table, porridge and a cup of milk as he approached. "Thank you, Jordis." Farkas lowered himself in his seat and pulled his bowl to him. Jordis sat down across him with her own meal.
She had set the table for three, and he assumed Rayya was already outside starting her patrol. She often awoke before dawn to begin patrol and sometimes she switched between night and day patrol. He smiled into his porridge as he wondered if Karita was too exhausted to get up. The night before had been... stimulating. He looked up and met Jordis in the eyes. She maintained eye contact briefly, before looking away to spoon more porridge into her mouth.
He was amazed at her professional ability to not even mention the time he fucked her mouth like some common whore. If it was him... He'd be itching to bring it up again. His cock stirred inside his pants, and his beastblood rushed through his veins at the memory.
He scooped up porridge and focused on finishing up his meal. "I have a few things I'd like you to source, so after breakfast we need to discuss that." Farkas mentioned, scraping up the last bits of porridge from the bowl. Jordis glanced up and nodded, "As you wish, I am heading to Whiterun today and I can place orders for delivery while I am there."
He perked up at the news. "Whiterun? If so, I intend to travel with you." He stood up, pushing his chair back. "In a few moments we'll discuss the delivery and then begin heading out for the day. In fact, think I might stay there for a week or so to check up on Companion business, you could join me. Send a hawk out to Breezehome so Lydia can ready the house for me, or us."
It might have been his imagination, but he thought he detected a change in her demeanor. Whether it was negative or positive, he couldn't determine. But she brought forth some parchment and a quill, and he dictated what he wished to stock up. She rolled up the list and stuffed it inside the small purse she had attached to her armor.
He turned around and within a few steps was back into his bedroom. He threw a cursory glance at his table, still cleared off and to the side of it, a right mess of paperwork, tankards, random knickknacks scattered on the floor. Don't have time for that, Farkas thought as he pulled up a large knapsack on the table.
Within a half hour, he was packed and ready for his Whiterun vacation. He had his armor on, and sheathed his sword. His knapsack slung over his shoulder, he went back out into the main hall to see Jordis finishing up a letter. Farkas presumed it was a note for both Rayya and Karita in case they didn't see either before departure.
He made a right to leave the house through the entry hall and noticed Jordis' luggage already piled by the door. Judging by the size of her pack, she intended to vacation in Whiterun with him after all. Maybe I'll have a warm body in my bed for once... Farkas mused to himself.
He picked up several of her bags, and went outside. The carriage driver, Gunjar came up to him and took off bags, placing them inside a chest attached to the carriage. Together they packed up the carriage and Gunjar climbed into the front, ready for departure.
Jordis came outside, in her full Housecarl garb, carrying one more another knapsack but this time she had several canteens- she must have been packing lunch for the trip. She gave Farkas a nod of acknowledgment and accepted his offer to help her up into the carriage. He was tempted to run his hands underneath her armor snaps and grab a squeeze, but he restrained himself.
As soon Karita heard Farkas and Jordis leave the house, she came down the stairs. She noted with regret that her breakfast, previously waiting for her, was now missing. She went into the kitchen to grab a small piece of bread and some fruit spread. She had woke when everyone else did, but couldn't bring herself to come downstairs and look Farkas in the eye. The furthest she got was to get fully dressed. She could barely believe that had actually happened just the night before. At least it seemed that he would be out of the house and she would have time to get over it.
They finally stopped at the river just before Riverwood, and Gunjar got off his carriage to cool off his horse and to allow him to graze. Farkas and Jordis wandered off until they found a large rock in front of the gently flowing water. There, they sat down and Jordis handed him a canteen of water, and unpacked the lunch bag. Jordis and Farkas ate mostly in silence, occasionally mentioning things they saw around the river.
A hour passed, and they had finished eating and Gunjar was saddling his horse back up. It was around dinner time that they arrived at Whiterun. Jordis and Farkas carried their own belongings up the drawbridge. Gunjar would most likely stay at Whiterun Stables with his friend Skulvar Sable-Hilt, or perhaps the Bannered Mare. The guards allowed them entry, and just two houses down was Breezehome.
Farkas knocked on the door, and Lydia almost immediately opened it. "Honored to see you. Please allow me to take your burdens." She bowed and reached for Farkas' luggage. They all stepped back inside the house. "Your bedroom is ready for you, Companion. I have prepared the guest bedroom just off the dining room for your steward." She explained, and turned around to ascend the stairs.
Jordis walked through the living room and dining room to locate her bedroom. She immediately dropped off her luggage and quickly unpacked, also using that opportunity to change into her city clothes. Her outfit was a simple blue dress, with a leather corset around her waist, and black shoes. Jordis combed her fingers through her short blonde locks and came out of the bedroom.
Lydia and Farkas were standing and he was holding a platter with a roll stuffed with meat and cheese. Lydia picked up another platter and turned to Jordis. "I have your dinner here, steward." Jordis thanked her and accepted it, eating as she listened to Lydia and Farkas chat about the trip and his plans. When she was done, she excused herself to go visit some acquaintances around the town.
Farkas also took that as his cue to leave and walked with her up to the Market District, where they separated. Farkas' very first stop would have to be Jorrvaskr. He was greeted by delighted shouts and bear hugs when he stepped inside the grand building.
Aela the Huntress, lithe as ever, walked up to him and gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek. "It's good to see you, ice-brain." Farkas rolled his eyes, "You too, I suppose!" Vilkas was alerted to his presence and came hurrying up the stairs. Their armor clanged against each other when they hugged. After the customary greetings, Vilkas invited Farkas to his sitting room so they could catch up more personally and Aela followed along.
Once in Vilkas' room, they each chose a chair and lowered themselves into it. "So, how's married life, brother?" Vilkas asked eagerly.
He usually asked that every time Farkas visited, but this was the first time he answered honestly. "I don't really know, I never see her."
Vilkas' face fell. "What do you mean, you never see her? She's your wife! You must be having the time of your life fucking the Dragonborn!"
Aela snickered and leaned back in her seat. She met Farkas' eyes and gave him an expectant expression.
"No, not exactly. Freya has been at the Manor for probably a month total in the eight months we've been married. Last I saw her was during First Seed, and she only stayed a week. I didn't really think our marriage would be like this, but I realize now she must have seen it as a business arrangement. I-I thought we had something." Farkas hadn't intended to air out the details of their marriage, but the words came tumbling out. Deception wasn't exactly his forte.
Vilkas' brow furrowed in confusion. "Well, that seems complicated. What are you doing about, well, you know?" He seemed to struggle getting it all out, so Aela rolled her eyes.
"How are you controlling the bloodlust if you're not, well, exercising in the bedroom?" She raised her eyebrow.
Farkas shrugged in response. "I haven't taken on the form since the last time when I went hunting with you, Vilkas. And... Freya just doesn't seem interested in rolling around with me at all. I won't deceive you, it has been frustrating." Aela couldn't resist grinning, and Farkas shot her an annoyed look.
"Sorry, shield-brother. It's funny to me. Shit, I can't go three nights without jumping on the nearest man. This gods-damned beast blood." She shook her head, still smiling. Unlike Vilkas who shared his reservation about embracing the beast blood, Aela reveled in her lifestyle.
It gave her a thrill to have something so difficult to control and often she accepted whatever the blood responded to. Farkas had never bothered to ask, but it was an open secret that she and Skjor were lovers when he was murdered. However, subtle rumors swirling Jorrvaskr hinted that they would both take on the wolf when copulating. He had never done that himself, but he couldn't deny the curiosity often seized him.
Vilkas changed the subject, and they sat there for a few hours laughing and joking, and drinking copious amounts of ale generously provided by Tilma, until it was past time for bed. Farkas stood up first, "I need to go back to Breezehome so I can wash up and get ready for tomorrow. I'll come back here for dinner." He promised, and gave both of his Companions a hug.
Lydia was still awake, drinking mead when he opened the front door of the humble Whiterun house. "Good to see you, my Thane." She raised her mug to him and stood up. She was still in her armor. "Lydia. You didn't need to wait up for me, I am heading to bed now." Farkas slurred slightly, the ale creating a layer of warm fuzz that enveloped his head.
Lydia smiled at him, saying soothingly, "It was no trouble. It's good to have you here. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to head to bed now." Farkas nodded and motioned for her to go up the stairs. He followed along as she climbed to second floor.
Farkas took a right to go around the loft, into his room. He spent about a quarter of a hour fiddling with his armor snaps. Farkas growled in frustration and stomped out of his room, around the second level and knocked on Lydia's door.
"I can't get my blasted armor off, help me." He near-shouted through the door, and Lydia opened it wearing a pair of linen pants and a loose shirt.
"I will be glad to be of assistance." She followed him back to his bedroom, and quickly got to work unlacing and taking care of the buckles. His armor came loose and he attempted to stack the pieces next to his dresser.
He was now in his smallclothes, sans shirt as that accidentally came off when Lydia was helping him remove the chest piece. Lydia glanced away politely when she noticed his cock had expanded and was pushing against his linen shorts, a gesture that Farkas definitely noticed.
She stuttered for him to excuse her and went to open the door. Farkas strode up behind her and slammed it shut, his hands on either side of her shoulders. Lydia cautiously turned around, "My Thane?" she questioned.
Farkas leaned down slightly until his face was an inch away from Lydia's. His breath smelt of ale, and Lydia bit her lip in anticipation. Farkas' eyelids drooped in a mixture of lust and intoxication as he inhaled her scent. A small growl began in the back of his throat as his lips suddenly crushed hers.
Lydia's eyes widened, but she didn't dare to move. She had advanced her military career this way (in combination of her superior fighting skills) and was used to her superiors advancing on her but it had been a while. She had just griped to a few female city guard friends of hers, that it had been far too long. And now the chance was literally in front of her.
Lydia was beginning to kiss back when he paused. "Share my bed tonight, I want your body." He said huskily, his hands running down her curves. Much like Jordis, Lydia was another curvy, meaty woman with a full bust, curves, and ass. She had an amazing thick set of lips that Farkas had always briefly wondered how they would feel around his cock.
Lydia groaned when his hand rested on the small of her back, and pressed her stomach into his hardened manhood. Farkas nibbled at her neck, awaiting her response. Lydia sighed and moaned, "I-it would be my pleasure."
That was the approval Farkas needed, and his strong arms lifted Lydia and parted her legs so they would wrap around his waist. Farkas turned his head up to kiss Lydia passionately, their lips pressing hungrily and tongues sliding out to invade the other's mouth. Farkas withdrew his tongue and his lips grazed down Lydia's cheek, neck, and then shoulder.
She leaned the back of her head on the door, moaning openly. She gyrated her hips to grind her extremely hot cunt against his stiff shaft, earning a groan from both of them. She was desperate to just get him in, and get fucked well and good.
But he had other plans. Farkas growled and bit at her neck harder than before, and Lydia gasped in surprise. She also felt herself moisten from the pain-tinged pleasure. Farkas freed a hand to roam over her ample bosom, his thumb rubbing over the fabric on her erect nipple. Her breasts felt impossibly soft, and they fit so well in his large hands.
The Companion continued to ravage his Housecarl, still in their precarious position. Lydia's back was pressed to the door, and she clung onto him with her legs as he used both hands to explore under her shirt. He lifted his chin to kiss her, and he pinched both of her nipples harshly. Lydia trembled and moaned into their liplock. Farkas pulled his hands out from under her shirt, and reached up to her collar.
He tore at the fabric and it gave way easily, ripping all the way down to her stomach, revealing pale skin and defined muscles. He slipped his hands into the now-open shirt, and lifted up one of her breasts into his mouth. She panted in frustration as he suckled and nibbled and attempted to grind her cunt on his cock again- at this point she needed something on her clit, perhaps inside her, desperately.
She tightened her hold around his waist, and brought her hands down from his shoulders, to attempt to pull down her pants. Lydia cursed silently for not having changed into a sleeping gown for far easier access. Farkas took the hint, and roughly gripped the waistband of her pants, pulling it midway down to her thighs.
This awkward position compromised Lydia's ability to hold onto him with her legs so Farkas freed one hand to hold her up. Before he did that, though, he reached between her legs and unlaced his shorts with one swift pull. He rocked his hips and the shorts came sliding down to around his ankles, and he stepped out of them. His cock stood at full mast, and his free hand reached underneath Lydia's naked ass and guided his cock into her soaking honeypot.
She immediately thrust downwards, impaling herself on his cock. Lydia arched her back and moaned at the top of her throat. "Ohh Farkas, your cock feels incredible!" Farkas glanced up at her in amusement. He didn't guess her to be a vocal partner, but he appreciated the encouragement. Farkas brought both hands to her ass, and had each hand grip each side for better leverage.
Lydia whimpered as he began thrusting, and tucked a hand down between her legs. He could feel her already furiously rubbing herself. Farkas sent a silent prayer to several deities for his fortune. Lydia's cunt was perfectly tight, and positively dripping. Farkas tilted his head back and moaned in pleasure, savoring the feeling of her around him, before he began moving.
Due to Farkas' intensive strength training, he had enough endurance to physically lift and then drop Lydia on his cock for the first few minutes, sticking to the slow tempo to antagonize her. "Fuck me, just fuck me, please." She begged.
Farkas licked down from her shoulder to her breast, and Lydia's free hand interlaced with the back of his head, pulling at his hair. Farkas pushed his free hand down her ass crevice, his fingertips found the tight pucker. Lydia didn't mention it, so he began to circle it with his middle finger and she rewarded him with a gasp. He rubbed her asshole and began to fuck her in earnest, thrusting his cock at a faster pace.
Lydia put her lips to his ear, "Put it in. I love that." she whispered sultrily and snaked out her tongue, dragging it around his ear. Farkas was perfectly happy to oblige. He reached further and soaked his finger in her juice, bringing some back to her asshole. When he felt her pucker relax from the massaging and the additional lubricant, he thrust it in. His finger slid in easier than expected.
"Oh Farkas, yes, yes! Please don't stop, don't stop." Lydia moaned, her voice increasing in volume. Farkas always had good coordination, and he was able to create a pace where when he fucked her, his finger would withdraw entirely but when he pulled back, his finger would thrust in the tight pucker. He felt her cunt tighten around his cock.
Farkas took that as his cue to bring up his left hand to twist the free nipple, and he sucked even harder on the one he had been occupying. Lydia screamed as her orgasm exploded, causing her juice to drip down her ass, his cock and balls. Her asshole throbbed, tightening the grip on his finger.
Farkas groaned and circled his finger inside her ass as he thrust his way to release. When he felt his balls tighten up, he suddenly removed his finger and cock, and guided his cock into her ass. Lydia's eyes widened as his excessively lubricated cock entered her back passage, expanding her to accommodate his thick length.
Farkas was only a quarter in her back entrance before his orgasm peaked. His cock spilled hot seed several times while he continued to slide in, her ass enveloped around his pulsating cock as he finished in her. Farkas leaned his forehead on her shoulder, panting. Realizing that he had remained hard, Lydia seized the opportunity and reached back between her legs to masturbate once again.
This time it went by quicker, within minutes she was shaking with orgasm savoring the feel of Farkas' cock filling her ass. Lydia lifted his head to kiss him, and they kissed while his cock wilted and finally popped out of her. She could feel her abused asshole leak his warm seed. He eased her down, and she awkwardly pulled her pants back on. Her shirt was done for though. She wrapped the torn front around her sides, like a robe.
"Thank you, my Thane." Lydia whispered, biting her lip. Farkas hooked a finger under her chin and lifted her head, going in for a kiss. "Where do you think you're going?" He questioned. "Oh, I thought we were done and that I would return to my bed." Farkas smirked.
"We might be done, for now, but you won't be returning to your bed. Take off your shirt and pants." With that, he climbed under the covers and raised an eyebrow at Lydia. Lydia nodded and quickly shed her clothes, joining him.
He blew out the candle and turned her into a spooning position with him behind her. They fell asleep like that, with Farkas playing with her tits with one hand, and the other hand lazily circling, occasionally dipping in her hot, seed-filled, asshole now well-stretched and easily accommodating any intruding objects.
What they didn't know, is that Jordis had been woken by the sound of Lydia slamming against the door, and as she listened to their sex-fueled noises, she reached between her own legs, and brought herself to orgasm multiple times hearing Lydia graphically scream how much she loved Farkas fucking her.
These orgasms did nothing to quell the hunger for sex, and Jordis desperately wished she would come to orgasm while her mouth wrapped around his cock. She had been too shy to reach into her pants then, and she regretted missing that opportunity. She had hung around him every chance she got, hoping to be taken like that again but it seemed that he was satisfied with his result and she wondered if that was the first and last time.
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