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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 was coming down the steep hill from the Skyforge, having sold his set to Eorlund Grey-Mane with the Companion rate. He bypassed Jorrvaskr, and decided to browse around the Market District. He politely perused Fralia Grey-Mane's jewelry and exchanged polite greetings with Anoriath.
This was a big follow-up to the particular stall he wanted to approach, of course. He pretended to not notice her mouth tighten as he came closer, appearing to focus on the vegetables in their boxes.
"What do you want, Companion?" Carlotta Valentia whispered. Her hands gripped the edge of her market stall. Farkas glanced up and met her in the eyes. Her green eyes stared back coolly, her face neutral except for her slightly furrowed eyebrows. "Here to reopen all the old wounds?"
A bystander wouldn't detect the hostility, nor the invisible daggers she was shooting from her eyes. Farkas broke the eye contact, and glanced down. He pressed his palms into the wooden surface of the stall and cleared his throat. "I just thought I'd see how you were. You know, you and Mila."
"Mila? You're asking about my daughter?" Carlotta raised an eyebrow sharply. She glanced around her to ensure everyone was still oblivious to their discussion. Farkas seemed to sag under her question.
"It's been eight years, and you're still angry with me," he started plaintively. "Of course I am. I let you into my house. I let you know my daughter. She called youdaddy. And what did I get?" She said through gritted teeth. Farkas reached for her hand and she slipped her hands off the table, taking a step back.
He sighed. "I know. I didn't know what I was getting into back then, but I'm different now-"
She laughed harshly and interrupted, "Oh that's what I've heard. You and Freya Dragonbane, happily married! You stay at her fancy castle like a maid while she goes off to fight incredible monsters. You two must be just inseparable. Speaking of that, where is she?"
Farkas blinked in surprise, clearly taken aback. He felt at a loss of words. "Carlotta, is that what you're angry about? That I got married? Eight years ago, I wasn't... ready. I am now. And for your information, Freya and I are happy." He shot back.
Carlotta had indeed touched a nerve, and he couldn't resist rising to the defense. "I'm sure you two are. I bet it's just the ideal lifestyle." With that response, Carlotta crossed her arms and smirked at him. That knowing smirk.
That same pair of lips had frowned when he arrived at home stinking drunk and attempted to lie about it, had kissed him when he was sick, and had whispered loving words into his ear as they lay in bed at night. Farkas scowled at her, she only stared back at him coolly.
"Buy something or leave." He took a deep breath and turned away, heading for The Bannered Mare. That encounter had gone somewhat unexpectedly bad, and he needed a drink to mull over it.
What had happened was that Carlotta was the woman he thought he'd spend the rest of his life with. A year before the first time they got together, she had lost her husband who was a Whiterun guard, to a group of bandits that raided Valtheim Fort where he was stationed. Her daughter Mila was only an infant barely out of her swaddling cloth.
Kodlak Whitemane, still Harbinger of the Companions, had been shield-brother to Carlotta's husband in the Great War. He assigned Farkas to be her private guard, and to help her cope for a life without her husband. He would stay at their house, helping her look after Mila, doing errands for her, and accompany her on any travel.
At night he would return to Jorrvaskr, and then be at their house at the breaking of dawn. Kodlak had only lent Farkas' services for a couple of months, to see them through the harsh winter that followed. But when the spring blooms broke through the ice, Farkas realized he was absolutely smitten with Carlotta, so he never told her that his contract with her had ended. He temporarily left the Companions' assignment roster to be with her.
They grew close after a year of that routine and Carlotta finally invited him to stay for a drink with her before he returned to Jorrvaskr. Mila had just been put to bed, and he accepted. They went out to the back of her house, where they could sit on a bench and listen to the river that had been channeled alongside the walls of Whiterun.
The mead loosened his tongue, and he had stammered a confession that he thought she was beautiful. Carlotta had smiled at him, and the moon lit up her eyes. She reached up and her small, soft hand rubbed over the coarse hair that grew on his cheeks. She had closed her eyes and leaned in, and Farkas also leaned in following her cue.
They shared a short kiss and after that Farkas was done for. Sleep lost meaning because they would be apart, and food lost its interest. It was a month of these nightly chats (that always ended with a kiss) before Carlotta invited him to stay the night. And he finally took her. A few more months of them making love (not fucking, he had had enough of rough sex with random women- Farkas actually looked forward to gentle passion) before he left his residence at Jorrvaskr, and moved in with her.
That officially caused quite a bit of stir in the idle gossip of the Market District. Farkas, a Companion, had moved in with a widow and her young child. He was a Nord through and through, and she was an Imperial, a Skyrim transplant coming from Cyrodiil.
The elder women had known for a long time that he was in love with her, as they watched how he would come by her stall to bring her lunch and a drink when she was working with Mila on his hip sucking on her thumb. They noticed how his eyes followed her around when they went to the Bannered Mare for some entertainment. Lilith, Olava and Fralia would often cluck and give each other a meaningful look.
So really, it was only time before that happened. The widow Valentia was extremely guarded, and it took longer than these women expected. But it happened.
They fell into an easy routine. Mila by then had learned how to say a few words and walk, teetering, around with her hand pressing on furniture and walls. She knew Farkas as her father, and he felt that he was. He would mind her while Carlotta worked at the market all day, closing only when her produce ran out.
He did indeed bring Carlotta her lunch-time meal fresh everyday. She prepared breakfast for everyone in the morning, and he would make lunch and then dinner to ease Carlotta's tasks when she came home. To help support them, he would sometimes pursue bounties, and accept escort assignments from Kodlak.
This would take him away from home for up to a week and he always worried about them (and Carlotta would fret about him, as well). These assignments gave him an appropriate outlet to deal with his beast blood- the only secret he kept from Carlotta.
"I really loved her." Farkas muttered to his mug, before reverting back to his memories.
He found Carlotta had a high sexual appetite, and they often made love. Many times she would arrive home mid-afternoon, usually right after Farkas had put Mila for her nap upstairs.
She'd rush Farkas, and they would be locked in a passionate embrace, running their hands all over each other. To make it quick and easy, he would often just bend her over the dining table and flip up her dress skirt, and unlace his pants. His erection would already be straining by then and he would thrust in, slipping the whole length into her.
One hand would press into her hip for balance, and the other would hook around her and locate her clit. He'd fuck her like that while rubbing her clit furiously. They both usually finished within minutes. She loved it when he fucked her roughly, withdrawing his length and slamming into her, his balls swinging and slapping her ass or cunt (depending on position) but he didn't enjoy that as much.
He felt like he was mistreating her- however the beastblood luckily would often override his hesitation and he'd give into the urge to just fuck her mercilessly from behind until she was whimpering into her hand that was pressed over her mouth to muffle herself.
After she came and he came, they would finally come apart, panting and sweating. Carlotta would straighten her clothes, check her hair in the reflection and leave smiling.
To the bystander she was a conservative and quiet but Farkas unearthed a surprisingly spontaneous side to her. She really enjoyed fast and risky sex. There were countless times they'd disappear from social outings so he could pick her up and fuck her against a wall until they came- in a secluded spot outside of Jorrvaskr during one of their parties, the side of Dragonsreach during their seasonal banquets, behind the Bannered Mare- always just after sundown. Thank Hircine they'd never been caught, Farkas mused. Imagine the time these old women would have had with that information.
They certainly enjoyed the time Carlotta had a lover's mark on her for a week. That came around shortly after Farkas had moved in, and he got a bit too rough. He had been away for two weeks on an escort mission with a traveling merchant, and had finally returned.
Carlotta and Mila greeted him enthusiastically, and he sat down to dinner. Carlotta had quickly gone upstairs to put Mila to bed, and returned wearing only her small clothes. He had finished his dinner and was putting his dishes away before he turned around.
He was greeted by the almost unhindered view of her body, and the bloodlust immediately raged inside him. Farkas briskly strode to her, pulling her to him roughly. After kissing her, he pulled back and Carlotta had a sly smile on her lips. Farkas studied her face, his eyes full of lust.
Carlotta's hands scrambled to pull Farkas' shirt and pants off. Farkas kicked off his boots and his fingers gripped the thin fabric of her smallclothes. With a quick jerk, he had torn both her top and bottom off. Carlotta gasped in surprise, "Farkas-" He growled and lowered his mouth to her smooth shoulder.
He sucked on the clean, pale flesh, trailing his tongue down to her breasts. He bent her backwards so her soft cups would be available. Carlotta resisted a moan as he nibbled lightly on her nipple. One arm was holding her up, the other had snaked through her medium length brown hair. Farkas dragged his tongue up her neck. One of Carlotta's best features was her neck and collarbone, he'd always admired the soft curves and smooth skin Carlotta possessed.
He reached her mouth and slid his tongue in hurriedly, his fingers scraping down from her hair down her back, and grabbed a fistful of her ass. His erection stiffened against her stomach. Farkas pulled back, and they gasped for breath. He jerked her around so her back faced him, and pushed her to the living room in the back of the house. His hands gripped her body and brusquely pulled her to her knees on the area rug.
In a few seconds and re-positions, he had her where he wanted: face and chest on floor, ass in air, knees spread. Farkas wrapped a hand around his cock and teased Carlotta only briefly, rubbing the top of his cock up and down her slit. He found her dripping wet with anticipation, and his cock easily seeked out the hole.
Without warning (she didn't need it) he plunged his shaft into her. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes in pleasure. Instead of a moan, a low, rumbling growl came out of his throat. Her cunt enveloped his cock perfectly, and he rolled his hips to savor the feeling of being inside her. Carlotta raised her head to look at him, he had made a strange primal noise but this made her lift a bit off his cock, and Farkas grabbed her hips and shoved himself back fully into her.
She gasped and arched her back more, her toes curling from the shock. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his lips next to her ear.
"Do not move. Unless it's to make yourself more available." He growled his warning as his hips pulled back to withdraw his cock to thrust back inside her.
Goosebumps crawled over Carlotta's flesh, and her heart pounded. He'd never spoken to her like that, used any sort of tone like that and it secretly thrilled her. This must be that dominant side she craved for.
She'd heard a bit about Farkas' legendary skill in bed and dominance from whispered gossip in the Bannered Mare, when she sat with a few women who'd experienced him. But all she had ever seen lately, was a bit of rough sex- Farkas had been nothing but gentle, never demanding with her in the time they had been together.
Farkas lifted himself off her, and gripped the curve between her hips and thighs securely. He used her to push her cunt off his cock, and leaned back and then would pull on her almost immediately. With that, he fell into a frenzy pounding her. Carlotta was completely out of any control- all she could do was manage balance but he was in charge of where her body went. She let herself get lost in the throes of pleasure, with every thrust sent shocks down her body.
Carlotta let a few low moans escape. Farkas immediately slapped a hand around her mouth, pulling her head backwards and arching her back. Something told her to reach behind her with both hands, and grabbed the back of her thighs. This lifted her chest off the floor and allowed Farkas to get in a little bit deeper. It also balanced the both of them better, so she maintained that pose.
She had tried to push her ass back to help him thrust in but this caused a discord in the rhythm and earned her a warning growl and a smack on the ass from Farkas, and she had since abstained. He fucked her harshly for what seemed like a long time, before finally slowing down and collapsing on top of her.
The only noises created was caused by his balls slapping her cunt, right on her clit and the low panting growl that came from deep in his throat, and her muffled moaning. His hand was still gripped tight over her mouth, and she moaned freely into it.
She crushed down flat on the floor, and Farkas looped an arm around her waist to give her ass leverage so he could remain inside her. His pace slowed to thorough and deep thrusts. He withdrew almost entirely and slammed back inside her, her ass grinding into his groin.
Carlotta rotated her hips, trying to rub her clit against something. When he fucked her, his balls would slap her clit and tantalizingly tease her. She felt herself so close to the edge of orgasm, but it had never boiled over. Carlotta freed a hand and slid it underneath herself, pushing between her body and the floor until her fingers dug between her slit.
The throbbing nub welcomed the simulation, and it only took a few rubs before she was shaking with sweet relief, tears flooding her eyes. Farkas tightened his hold over her mouth, breathing into her shoulder, until he sensed her throbbing subside.
He slid his hand away from her mouth, and grabbed a fistful of her hair, jerking it to the side so her neck was exposed. He licked on the skin and bit down hard. Carlotta didn't know this was possible, but she came again just from the shock of pleasure and pain.
He sucked on her neck harder. Her eyes rolled up back of her head, her toes curled and she lifted her face to the heavens and screamed. Carlotta slowly opened her eyes, shaking from the intensity and she realized she was crying- strange tears of happiness and pleasure.
Farkas' mouth was at her ear, and his hand circled her throat. "I told you to shut the fuck up." He hissed roughly and his hand suddenly tightened around her throat- almost tight enough to completely cut off her air supply.
Carlotta gasped, her eyes widened. "I-I'm sorry," she choked out, her voice a strangled whisper. Farkas lifted himself up off her and resumed fucking her at a medium pace, listening to her sob softly. Every slow thrust Farkas made, continued to send tingles through her body and the area where he bit her throbbed in a complex mixture of sensations.
Finally, the end came for him. He bottomed out inside Carlotta and felt his release arrive. He hugged Carlotta close to his body, and nuzzled in her neck as he moaned quietly into her shoulder. His other hand was still around her throat, but he just held her throat rather than choking.
She felt him come inside her, his cock throbbing and the warm liquid pooling around in her. When he finally pulled out, his cock dripping and completely wilted, she realized how badly her cunt throbbed.
Farkas landed on his back, panting next to Carlotta, and she gingerly rolled around to curl up next to him. He wrapped an arm around her, and gently kissed her.
He pulled back and looked at her in the eyes as he wiped away her tears. "That good huh?" He smirked and Carlotta bit her lip, giggling.
"I think you put me out of commission for a while." She whispered and ran her hand up his chest, her fingers bumping over the ripples of his defined muscles. Farkas nuzzled her forehead and raised his eyes to the ceiling.
"Seems Mila didn't wake up even when you screamed loud enough to wake up the Jarl himself up in Dragonsreach." Carlotta snickered and her face grew hot.
"Well I wasn't exactly expecting that..." They cuddled for a while before finally climbing to their feet. As Carlotta stood up, her knees bent and searing pain flashed through her.
She clamped down her teeth on her fist and Farkas grabbed her. She looked down, and he followed her gaze to her knees.
Or what was left of them. Him fucking her at a rough pace for an extended time had given her a case of severe carpet burn. Her knees were bleeding, somehow they didn't notice until now. He glanced down, realizing he also experienced pain-his own knees were actually in a similar state.
After they painfully applied a healing salve on their own knees and wrapped them up in gauze, then limped up stairs and collapsed into bed, Farkas was unpleasantly surprised that his cock also had been rubbed raw. He realized what happened when he pulled up the blanket over them, and the fabric rubbed on his cock.
Farkas groaned painfully. Carlotta had thought to bring the salve up with them, and she pulled his hand away to rub a lump over his cock. The salve had an immediate cooling effect, and they slept fitfully that night. Many positions, including cuddling were off limits because it just hurt to even try bending their knees.
Dawn was yet another story. This memory made Farkas smile wistfully. Mila's cry woke them up, and Carlotta had to heave herself out of bed, her knees throbbing. An additional pain had shown up- further inspection showed that the back of her legs, her groin area, was lightly bruised and it hurt her to walk.
She had to hobble to Mila's room to change her and feed her. That day she didn't even bother opening shop. They laid in bed most of the day, except to limp downstairs to feed themselves and to answer the door.
Ysolda had come by after breakfast, after realizing Carlotta was not showing up. Ysolda wheedled Carlotta to tell her what happened, and she eventually relented much to the delight of the red haired Nord.
She also requested that Ysolda send for Arcadia. The healer had shown up within a hour, and had seen right through Carlotta's flimsy lies about being sick. The old woman had smiled knowingly and rolled her eyes. She gave them several salves for their various problems and herbs to chew for the pain and the swelling.
Arcadia had also given her a small satchel of dried leaves, and gave her instructions to make a paste with warm water, and to apply to... that bruise. It would make the area fade faster. Carlotta assumed she referenced to bruises between her legs, and was impressed that the old healer knew they were there.
However, it wasn't until Carlotta brushed her hair before bed that she noticed the enormous lover's mark on her neck. She gasped and inspected the mark. It was just large, and a horrible shade of purple that had a faint ring of even darker shade-almost black- inside the general circle.
She realized with horror that those were teeth marks. Farkas' teeth. She thought she'd be well enough, provided she was loaded up with everything Arcadia had for this... condition. But now how was she going to hide that mark? She called for Farkas, and listened to him slowly climb the stairs into their room.
"What am I going to do about this, love?" She turned her neck to display the huge dark circle, tinged with teeth marks.
Farkas' eyes widened, "Oh..."
Carlotta sighed and rubbed her forehead with a hand. "They'll get over it I suppose. I can't leave the shop closed this long, I have a shipment coming in today."
And she went out there, granted, it took her a while to limp to the stall and then set up her produce. Ysolda took pity on her and helped her with her stock. Farkas carried out a stool so she could sit while she waited, but it wasn't very helpful because if she sat she would press on the bruises that was on her thighs and that just hurt more.
If people dared to ask, she responded with a shrug and added that she and Ysolda weren't getting along. It made her laugh to see their shocked expressions and
to watch them whisper to each other and give her a second glance. However, it was those women that clucked and gave her meaningful looks when they pretended to peruse, or even bought her wares.
Fralia Grey-Mane had closed up shop, and Carlotta had offered her a discount for taking home the last vegetables.
"That's a nasty lover's mark you have there, widow Valentia," she murmured with raised eyebrows, her wrinkled lips pursed, as she loaded her tomatoes and cabbage into her shopping basket. Of course that judgmental Stormcloak would take the opportunity for a jibe while nobody was around.
Carlotta forced a smile and acknowledged the old nag's comment, "Yes, but it's a temporary reminder of an amazing memory that's certain to last for a lifetime." She had to bite the inside of her cheeks to refrain from laughing as Fralia blinked in shock.
"Well, I never!" She stammered and briskly walked away without her usual delayed farewell.
When she got home that night, she immediately related the story to Farkas, and they had laughed for a long time. This memory was one of Farkas, and he hoped-Carlotta's, happiest. Indeed, long after they had separated ways Carlotta would pleasure herself in her empty bed to that very memory of him taking her mercilessly. Farkas had no way of knowing that however, she had a steely constitution and refused his contact ever since.
What had happened was after two years of living together, Carlotta began to want more... assurance. She sat him down in the backyard as they watched Mila wade in the shallow creek.
And it was that fateful discussion that became the frisson that led to their relationship cracking and completely collapsing. Farkas felt it was all his fault, and perhaps it was.
The idea had just scared him, and woke him up to the fact that he was trying to play house with no strings attached.
"Farkas, I love you... It's important to me, that we get married and that Mila will have a proper father. I need this security from you. I would also like us to consider perhaps having... another child." Carlotta averted her gaze and smiled. Farkas was stunned.
Somehow this had never occurred to him and his blood ran cold. He swallowed and stared at the water splashing over the rocks. Her smile faded when she looked into his face and saw the uncertainty.
"Farkas? What is it?" Carlotta questioned hesitantly.
"I-I... I need time to think." Farkas stood up and he saw the flash of hurt in her eyes.
"I see. When will you let me know?" She asked, the muscles in her jaw tightening. Farkas wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and sighed.
"By the end of this week. I promise." He turned away hurriedly to walk up to Mila, and he said a brief goodbye, kissing her on top of her head and without a second glance he walked around the house. He didn't sleep that night, laying on top of his old bed, fretting, in Jorrvaskr. Neither did Carlotta, who stayed up all night crying from stress and worry.
Farkas even went to Kodlak for advice, and his Harbinger had scoffed at him.
"Are you really asking me what to do, Farkas? If you need to hear it from me, I'll give it to you straight. You've lived with her dishonestly for about two years. She loves you enough to tolerate the idle, but terrible, gossip that comes her way. Do right by her. Make a honest woman out of her!" He told the ashamed Farkas sternly. "Give that poor child a father! I've seen how you dote on her, it comes natural to you.' Kodlak's tone had softened when he mentioned Mila, and Farkas was grateful.
The old Companion had a way of making Farkas feel utterly humiliated, and he mumbled his gratitude before taking leave to his room. If he was in his wolf form, he was certain he would have crawled out with his tail between his legs and his ears folded.
Farkas spent that antagonizing week, the hours crawling by, sulking in his room. Marriage? Another baby? Was this life for him? The idea of permanence scared him a lot. Well, it scared him enough to consider leaving. If he married Carlotta and had a child, he assumed it meant he would need to give up his Companion lifestyle.
Perhaps work with Eorlund. Perhaps become a guard. Something placid, a milk drinking job that provided a predictable income. He felt he still had things to do, battles to fight, monsters to kill- he couldn't possibly end it right now.
He had enjoyed the quietness, the intimacy an experience of having a domestic life would provide- he really did, but subconsciously he always thought it was temporary. He'd never been asked to be in someone's life forever.
Forever didn't exist for Farkas yet, aside from the Companions, but even that was temporary. He could die any time, and so could his shield-siblings and they accepted it as fact.
The week had come to an end, and it was the day he promised he'd return with a decision. When Carlotta opened the door, she didn't look like she slept at all. Farkas was no bed of roses himself, but she allowed him entry and they sat down.
She saw his answer on his face when she answered the door, but perhaps it would give her closure if she heard him say it.
"Carlotta I cannot marry you."
"No, you mean you refuse to." She looked at him squarely in the eyes, her jaws set. Farkas sighed and averted her gaze. "You are correct. I don't think I can provide what you ne-"
"You can't provide what we need? You've been doing it for the last two years, for the love of Talos!" Carlotta jumped to her feet, shouting. "If I didn't think you could, I would have never asked you!"
Mila's feet pattered on the ceiling, she had been woken from her nap and was now coming down the stairs. Carlotta's voice dropped. Farkas stood up, his gaze stuck to his feet. "You took advantage of me, Farkas. You made us think you would always be here. I don't need to hear your excuses, you dog. Just leave."
If looks could kill, Farkas would have been torn to bits by now. Mila picked up on the negativity and began to cry. Farkas nodded, abruptly turning and walking out of the house.
That evening, a letter came to Jorrvaskr letting him know that his belongings were all in a chest outside the Valentia house. Farkas sheepishly went to pick it up after the sun had set. She was right: he was a dog, and nothing more.
He immediately took a year long mission flushing out bandits from their holes everywhere in Skyrim with his brother Vilkas, and when he returned Carlotta refused to even glance at him.
And ever since, it was apparent he had completely ruined her appetite for men, and she had never even taken a second husband much less a lover- she chose to focus all her efforts into raising Mila. Mila was indeed turning out to be a bright young girl, from what Farkas could ascertain when he asked after her in the tavern. That approach Farkas dared to take half a hour ago had been the very first time in eight years.
Of course, he'd sent letters, all came unopened. He sent Mila a birthday gift every year, but they also came back to him, untouched. It was until year five since he left Carlotta, that he came to terms and stopped contacting her. He even bought his food at nearby farms outside of Whiterun in an effort to avoid Carlotta. Mila had been three years of age when he left, and it seemed she didn't remember him at all.
The Valentias was probably the only wound that didn't heal.
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