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The Mystical Warrior	By : kallison Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 17896 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: There are spoilers from here on out and I will try to keep them to a minimum as best I can. For those of you that are still following Ashtara's journey, the characters that will be in Ashtara's sexcapades are: Hadvar, Vorstag, Vilkas, Lydia, and Aela. That's all that's planned for now, unless my imagination comes up with some others. :) Please rate my content and leave comments and/or suggestions. Do you prefer rougher/harder/violent sex? Or a more softer side? Some of both? Do you prefer dirty/vulgar talk during sex scenes or milder language? Some of both? Knowing what you would like to see, helps me to try and give you what you would like to read. :) -Hugs, Kyari

The Mystical Warrior

Chapter 4: War Declared
Ashtara had finally received her orders from the Imperial Army and she was to report to Legate Rikke at Korvanjund immediately.
As Ashtara drew close to the rendezvous point, she was delighted to see Hadvar there as well. They chatted only briefly as they headed towards their objective, some kind of crown that was supposed to be in these ruins.
Since the small band had the element of surprise on their side, the Stormcloaks waiting outside the entrance to the ruins were easily dispatched. They slowly made their way through the ruins, slaying any Draugr and Stormcloaks that they came across, until they finally reached the room that held the crown. Legate Rikke gave the crown to Ashtara to immediately take back to General Tullius.
Ashtara was almost to the entrance doors when Hadvar caught up to her. “Ashtara.” he called. “Wait.”
“Don't sneak up on me like that!” she told at him.
Hadvar's long strides reached Ashtara in seconds. He slid his hands into her hair and crushed her body to his while claiming her lips with his own. Ashtara returned his passionate kiss for several seconds before pushing him away.
“Stars Hadvar, you couldn't have missed me that much! I doubt you've been celibate all this time.” she said with a smile.
Hadvar didn't say a word, he was already tossing aside his chest piece and was already working on getting his lower armor off.
“Strip! I need you now! I can't wait any longer to take you.” he said tossing aside his lower armor.
Ashtara quickly unlaced her top chest piece letting her lush breasts spring free. Hadvar's mouth latched onto her right nipple while pinching and twisting her left nipple. Ashtara finally managed to wiggle her bottom armor down off her hips to drop it onto the floor. He pushed her backwards until her bottom felt the top of a table. She perched onto of the table spreading her legs wide, inviting him to take her. Hadvar grabbed his engorged cock and rubbed the head of it on her sensitive clit. Back and forth, slowly at first, then faster and faster until Ashtara's head dropped back as she felt the first crest of pleasure about to peak. He pulled away and yanked Ashtara off the table top. The rough wood of the table scratched at her ass and she moaned in pleasure at the roughness of it. He pushed her down to her knees and pulled her face towards his huge cock.
“Show me how much you missed me.” he muttered hoarsely.
Ashtara grasped the base of his cock with her hand, and with the tip of her tongue, slowly swirled it around the base of the sensitive head. She swiped her tongue across the top to get the pre-cum that was oozing out. She slowly licked and kissed her way down the length then licked and swirled her tongue back to the top again.
“Enough!” he managed to say. “All...of...it. Down..your throat.”
He wrapped his hand in her hair and shoved his cock into her mouth. She stopped at where her hand was at the base, but he yanked her hand out of the way.
“Suck it bitch. I'm gonna fuck your pretty little face.”
He placed his other hand in her hair to hold her face still while he slid his length out to the tip then slowly slid it back down her throat. He did this again and again, while gradually going faster and faster. Ashtara finally got his rhythm and was sucking his cock down her greedy throat again and again until he rammed his cock into her mouth one more time, so that her nose was buried in his nest of curls.
“Gaah..drink it bitch,.. drink it!” he said though gritted teeth. Ashtara felt load after load of hot seed spurting down her throat. She swallowed rapidly several times trying to keep up with his load. She still missed some and it oozed out of her mouth.
Hadvar pulled her off his still hard cock and spun her around and bent her face down on the table. He rubbed the head against her clit again and again until she was moaning and whimpering on the table.
“Hadvar...give it to me...I need it...need you.” He slammed into her in one quick thrust. He gripped both shoulders while he plowed her hot, tight, wet pussy with his cock. Ashtara felt like time was standing still. All she could feel was exquisite pleasure. He could feel her getting ready to climax and pulled his aching tool out. He spun her around to face him and pushed her back onto the table. He spread her legs wide, held onto her thighs, and rammed himself back into her aching, waiting hole. Ashtara wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and raised herself up onto her arms so that she could watch while his beautiful big cock rammed in and out of her again and again.
“Stroke yourself,” Hadvar managed to gasp out between thrusts. “I want to see you pleasure yourself while I fuck you.”
Ashtara slowly slid her hand down to her aching clit. Soft, gentle, circular motions as first, but then the pleasure was starting to build. She pressed harder and faster, whimpering as her climax hit. Hadvar pulled her her up and captured her scream of pleasure with his mouth. He shoved her hand away and replaced it with his, grinding his thumb on her excited clit. Her orgasm was so hard, it started to trigger his own. He pounded into her again and again, so fast and hard the table was hitting the wall. Another fast, deep, hard thrust and he was pouring himself inside her.
They collapsed in an exhausted, sweaty heap onto the table.
“Seems you need another reminder,” he muttered.
He latched onto the skin right above her left breast and sucked at the skin until a big mark appeared, then he repeated it on her right side. Ashtara tried to pull his head away, but was to exhausted.
“Enough Hadvar..I'm not yours.” she managed to say, still trying to catch her breath.
He stood up, pulled his softening cock out of Ashtara and wiped himself clean on the inside of her thigh. He gave her a hard, punishing kiss to her lips.
“You. Are. Mine.” he stated.
Then he hastily got into his armor and left the room.
Ashtara could only stare at where he'd been standing in disbelief. After what seemed like an eternity, she gathered her scattered armor and got herself dressed. Mounting Goldfire, she quickly made her way to Solitude to deliver the crown to General Tullius and then onwards to home.
While riding home towards Whiterun, Ashtara mulled over Hadvar's odd behavior. While certainly one of the best lovers she'd had, by no means was she his. She had no idea where he'd gotten the idea that she belonged to him. Ashtara smirked, since it was inevitable that they would be seeing each other again, she'd have to make sure that she put Hadvar in his place.
Pulling herself from her thoughts, she was glad to see the town of Whiterun just up ahead. She would be so glad to get herself cleaned up and out of her sweaty, blood covered armor.
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Ashtara made her way towards Jorrvaskr late that afternoon. She paused to inspect a few of the market stalls, but finding nothing of interest, continued on her way. She had heard of the good things that people had said about the Companions, so she had high hopes that they would be willing to accept her.
When Ashtara entered through the great doors of Jorrvaskr, she was just in time to see a brawl going on between a male, Dark Elf and a female, Nord Warrior. She enjoyed the entertainment for several moments before inquiring from Tilma the housekeeper as to where she might find Kodlak Whitmane. Tilma told her Kodlak could be found downstairs. Ashtara thanked her and made her way down the steps.
She could barely hear voices off to her right at the bottom of the steps, so she headed in that direction.
Her scent reached him long before his eyes spotted her walking down the long hallway. He scented the air...yes...pine...sniff...and cinnamon...and...an unknown male scent. His lip curled in disgust. His eerie, silver eyes drank in the sight of her fiery long hair, sparkling green eyes, and firm lush body that was making its way to Kodlak and him. His eyes narrowed, he was not pleased to see this new interloper.
Ashtara had reached the table where an older man, Kodlak, she guessed, was conversing with another, younger warrior. His piercing, silver eyes were measuring her worth and it seemed as if they could peer into her very soul. While he wasn't the most handsome man she'd seen by no means, there was something about him that caused the familiar warmth curling in the pit of her belly. There was something about him that was starting to turn her..wait. Was he smelling the air? Was he trying to indicate that she smelled bad? She'd bathed and even put on the nicest armor that she had for this meeting. Why the arrogant, bastard, cur! How dare he! Her green eyes shot sparks at him to let him know that she was offended at his insinuation, when something Kodlak said caught her attention.
“How are your skills, Ash?” asked Kodlak.
Ashtara replied honestly, “I still have much to learn.”
Kodlak looked at Vilkas. “Take her out and test her sword arm.”
Saying nothing, Vilkas rose and headed up the long hallway.
Ashtara followed Vilkas walking up the stairs and headed out into the training yard. It was early evening so there was still plenty of light left for a fight.
Vilkas pulled his great-sword and beckoned with it to Ashtara.
“Come at me, I can take it,” he taunted her.
Ashtara pulled both swords and quickly launched an attack. He easily deflected her blows. Breasts heaving, she stepped back to reassess the situation. Hm, what blows she did manage to land were deflected by his armor and sword, so, different tactic. She darted one way, then rapidly changing directions darted the other way and by sheer luck was able to slip past his guard, leaving both blades crossed at his neck.
Vilkas nodded. “You'll do, for now. Your left arm is a bit weak and slow, you'll need to work on that. However, for now, go find my brother Farkas, as there are a few missions that requires your attention.”
Ashtara sheathed her swords, nodded, and turned on her heel to go find Farkas.
Vilkas watched her retreating back with a mixture of desire, disgust, and curiosity. She'd been way better than he'd expected. He cursed his eyes for slipping down to her heaving breasts. Even though she'd smelled of another male, he still found himself desiring her. That's what had allowed her to slip past his guard in the first place. No matter, things will definitely be more lively with her around, pending that she completed the next, few missions that she was given.
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