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A Stronger Hold	By : ShadowMeld Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 7600 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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What woke the chieftain later that evening was the soft kiss against her lips and a sore throbbing between her legs. Durash shifted restlessly in bed, a frown marking her features as the normally soft expanse felt almost too warm and uncomfortably cramped. Though it wasn’t until she heard the rumbling chuckle of the body underneath her that she truly understood that she wasn’t alone in bed. Durash raised her head from its soft pillow, and her face became rapidly redder when she realized that the pillow was under Kharzu’s head. Hers had been snuggled against her forgewife’s ample bosom.
Durash was still stumbling for some something to say as Kharzu slipped from the bed stark naked. Now every word dried upon her tongue. Her second wife’s muscular body rippled and curved in all right places as she stretched, pendulous breasts driving Durash to a state of total distraction.
“I would love to oblige that longing look, my Chief. I really would, but we’ll miss dinner if we try and play again.”
“I wasn’t…I…” Durash blushed, finally just shutting up as she got a little shakily to her feet. Kharzu was dressing right behind her, and her forgewife was kind enough to help keep her steady as she nervously fished through her dresser to find fresh clothes.
When both of the orc women were fully dressed Durash started heading out to leave, but Kharzu’s firm hand stopped her retreat. The older woman was taking no excuses as she turned Durash back to her, making the furtive young chief meet her focused gaze. “There is nothing to be ashamed of here, my chief. I am your wife, and we had sex, just like you’re going to have sex with that lovely little first wife that has been aching for your touch. It felt good, just like it should, and we’ll be doing it again very soon.”
Her forgewife words didn’t leave any room for discussion, and as bright as she knew her cheeks were going, she couldn’t deny that everything the woman said was true. She shouldn’t be embarrassed of enjoying her first time with her handsome forgewife. Durash was chief, it was her right to be with her beautiful wives, her duty to make sure that they are pleasured as they deserve.
These women were helping keep her and their hold together. Kharzu had forged most of the new fixtures around the hold, reoutfitted many of the guards and set the foundations for many of the buildings that were transferring from temporary to permanent. And Lagat… who she’d loved practically forever. Her first wife had stood by her when she’d first started the hold, she’d been the voice of diplomacy even when she knew Lagat wanted nothing more than to smack the arrogant chiefs they were negotiating with. For them she had to get past this. And if Kharzu was correct about Lagat desiring her, well then she had a lot to make up for.
Walking out to knowing glances and approving nods Durash quickly discovered that though the longhouse walls were thick, they weren’t enough to drown out completely the sound of the chief and her second wife enjoying themselves. It took everything in her to force herself not to be embarrassed that the entire hold had heard her consummate her marriage. Though she knew there was little she could do with the color darkening her cheeks.
Still, she wasn’t a virgin and the world had not ended. The pleasant smell of meat and strong spices was emanating through the camp, and she tried to let her focus on the food dim her consciousness of all the eyes on her.
Unfortunately she had not thought of what she was going to say to Lagat about things. Needless to say when she and Kharzu approached the fire and Durash met her longtime friend and first wife’s unreadable gaze her heart beat harder. Lagat didn’t look angry, but sometimes her being quiet like this was a sign of something even worse. She didn’t want to look guilty, since she hadn’t been doing anything wrong, but still she felt like it when Lagat just nodded at her and then at Kharzu.
“Malacath Scorned… why can’t I just fight a troll or something? It would be so much easier…” Durash found herself groaning, not even noticing how whiny that sounded until Kharzu laughed at her back.
“Nothing worth having is easy, Chief. Give her a moment. You’ll make it up to her tomorrow.” The chief reluctantly nodded, taking her own bowl of hearty stew and chunk of bread as she tried to think of just how she was going to approach her first wife.
Lagat was helping to coordinate dinner and was on her feet still while Durash was seated at the head of the long table, her forgewife seated to the left. The food was good, but how could she concentrate with Lagat moving about so close to her? And what was worse was when the beautiful woman had to raise her voice to snap at someone Durash could actually identify that ache between her legs.
“My Chief.” The voice of her first wife gave her a start just before Lagat came from behind her to take her proper seat to her right. “Forgewife.”
“Lagat,” both Durash and Kharzu replied. The chief knew her words were at least a little breathless. She’d didn’t recall ever being as aware of her first wife as she was now. But somehow she couldn’t keep her eyes from rolling over Lagat’s luscious lips and dainty tusks, or the glorious ratios of full breasts to thin waist and shapely hips. Had she always ached like this?
No, it was worse now that she knew what it was like to taste a woman. It wasn’t just a distant dream anymore, or late night imaginings with a guilty hand between virgin thighs. For better or worse her forgewife had initiated her into the sexual world, and now she knew all too keenly what she was missing. Durash was moist at the sight of her first wife, even as her body still throbbed from Kharzu’s ardent attention.
But had the very thing that released her ruined her chances?
A cleared throat had Durash raising her eyes, and her cheeks absolutely blazing heat as she met Lagat’s gaze. The beautiful Orsimer had an eyebrow raised and a smile was playing over her lips. “Have a nice lunch?”
“Lagat!” Durash gasped, and of course both of her awful wives laughed at her.
And just like that the tension between them dissolved like fat in a fire.
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