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Dragonheart: Rise of the Harbinger	By : Lady_Kae Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 9483 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5: Dustman's Cairn

Tarrowlyn shot up the stairs two weeks later with her red dress billowing behind her, her green eyes bright and her face split into a smile that was all encompassing to those saw it. She hastily greeted the rest of the whelps as she sat down to breakfast and Aela and Skjor could visibly be seen laughing a bit at Tarrowlyn’s gusto. Farkas and Vilkas were just now coming up from the living quarters with Kodlak, as the three had been talking about things while Tarrowlyn had been recovering.
Skjor laughed even louder as Tarrowlyn shot out the door the moment they cleared the steps, having hastily drained a quick tankard of mead and grabbing two sweet rolls.
“ Where is she off to?” Vilkas deadpanned, his eyes fixed curiously to the door. Tarrowlyn had been laid up for nearly three weeks and she had slowly been getting her range of movement back.
“ More than likely getting her armor.” Kodlak replied with a chuckle. The dragonborn had nearly gone stir crazy in the time that she had been healing, though Kodlak had done his best. That bite Tarrowlyn had sustained had needed to heal on it’s own, as Farengar had explained that if Danica couldn’t heal it, then neither could he. The court wizard had been amazed that the young woman had survived at all to be honest. He couldn’t hold back the bark of laughter that followed Farkas as he shot out the door behind Tarrowlyn. The last couple of weeks had brought the two pretty close.
Vilkas chuckled as well as he followed Kodlak to the tables. “ You’re sure they’ll be alright?”
Kodlak nodded. “ You need not worry about the two of them, Vilkas. I have a feeling this will be the push they both need.”
Vilkas rubbed his face with one hand as he thought of the last month or so. The tension between Farkas and Tarrowlyn was almost palpable. “ I hope so. They’ve been driving me crazy as of late. Farkas won’t make a move, and as I’ve learned, Tarrowlyn’s a bit on the shy side when it comes to the menfolk.” Vilkas said softly. He was getting tired of their flirting!
Tarrowlyn gave a rather unladylike whoop as she looked over her armor and she jumped onto Eorlund; hugging him tightly all the while. “ Thank you Eorlund!”
“ Don’t mention it lass.” Eorlund chuckled as he set her back down on her feet. “ I’ve had time to go through and improve it, though you did a good job. You’re sword is also…” Eorlund paused as Farkas came running up the steps and the smile the young man gave Tarrowlyn spoke volumes. What the devil had he missed while his protege had been recuperating?
" About time." Farkas teased. H iut s sarcasm was betrayed by the softness in his eyes as Farkas looked her over. As appealing as she looked in armor, there was something about the way Tarrowlyn looked right now. Her long hair was pulled back a little to keep it out of her eyes, but the rest was freely flowing down her back. Her dress was hugging every single curve perfectly. Wait a moment! Tarrowlyn had put on a few pounds while she had been laid up! By the gods, it had the perfect effect though. She didn't look so willowy any more.
" Oh shut it. You nearly have your ribcage crushed by a dragon and you get up within a few days, hm?" Tarrowlyn shot back with a smile. At least she had managed not to blush when she caught Farkas' eyes roaming over her new figure. If she didn't know any better, he really liked what he saw. " Where's my sword?"
Eorlund snorted derisively at the thought of Tarrowlyn's iron knife being called such a thing. He didn't say anything however. Soon enough the girl would be able to get one of his blades. " Over on the rack. Now, both of you. Away from my forge. I've got a lot of steel to shape today." Eorlund grumped.
" Hey whelp! Get over here!" Came Skjor's voice from the patio.
Tarrowlyn blanched a bit at that tone of voice and she bid the two men a quick farewell as she gathered up her armor and then her sword. " Keep your boots on, old man! I'll be down in a minute!" Tarrowlyn shouted back.
Farkas laughed as he shook his head. " Those two have been going back and forth like that for a week now. I think Skjor might have to worry about Tarrowlyn challenging him next if he keeps harassing her as he's been."
" Tarrowlyn and I do the same thing. She just doesn't want to seem weak to the rest of you, hence the bawdy words." Eorlund replied.
Farkas nodded as he began heading down the steps. He already knew what was coming, but it seemed as if Skjor wasn't going to let him tell her. Ah well. At least Farkas would get to enjoy the aftermath.

Tarrowlyn sighed in relief as she strode through Jorrvaskr with her armor on again, and she ascended the stairs into the mead hall while tightening her gauntlets. Her armor almost matched Farkas' except for the colors and the fact that he had wolves on his. Tarrowlyn had noted that the members of the circle all had some sort of wolf on their armor. What did it mean? Maybe it was a way of showing their status in the Companions? She had her sword strapped to her hip and her shield across her back; well a new one at least. Her other one had been decimated at Rannveig's Fast. " What do you need, Skjor?" Tarrowlyn said confidently. She certainly looked ready to take anything on.
" We're sending you on your trial, whelp. We were approached by a scholar last week who said he had found a shard of Wuuthrad and you're going to go see if the information was right." Skjor began, his one eye boring into hers imperiously. There was something wild in his gaze that put Tarrowlyn on edge a moment. She had seen Farkas the same way, so why did Skjor's gaze make her uncomfortable? Skjor smirked a bit as he stood from the table and he began leading Tarrowlyn towards the doors. " Farkas will be joining you as your shield-brother. Make sure you don't get him killed."
Tarrowlyn nearly bristled at this statement, but she held her tongue. " That fragment is as good as ours." She retorted hotly. Her temper had been getting the better of her as of late.
Skjor smiled as he clapped her on the pauldrons. " That remains to be seen. Now get."

Farkas could hear Tarrowlyn grumbling about Skjor as they made their trip on foot to Dustman's Cairn. It wasn't all that far from Whiterun, which suited Farkas just fine. He'd rather spend as much time alone as he could with Tarrowlyn anyways. He caught up to her and he smiled as her fingers barely touched his a moment, seeking comfort from him silently. Farkas took her hand in his, and he couldn't contain his smile as Tarrowlyn blushed brightly. She really wasn't used to men being as forward as he was. She was still blushing brightly as she looked up at him, but there was a soft smile on her face that spoke volumes as her green eyes met his blue ones. Farkas pulled her to a stop a moment, and his other hand snaked to the back of her neck as he drew Tarrowlyn close.
His eyes were just about to close when movement caught his eye and Farkas gave a hoarse shout of surprise as he shoved Tarrowlyn out of the way. A saber cat tackled him a moment later and Farkas had to catch it by the sabers in an effort to keep it from biting into his throat.
Just as suddenly as it had attacked, the saber looked over to Tarrowlyn. She had said something a second ago, though Farkas hadn’t heard what it was, and the saber cat climbed off of Farkas while growling.
“ Go on. GET!” Tarrowlyn bellowed. “ Get out of here before I use your hide as a blanket for my bed.” She was pissed! Farkas had nearly kissed her dammit! She had been dreaming of that kiss for weeks now! Tarrowlyn had fought the urge to relieve her body’s yearning for the man beside her while she had been sleeping in his bed; and had lost that battle for that matter on more than one occasion. The gods seemed to be laughing at her for teasing her in such a manner. Just one damn kiss, Dibella! Just one?! Please?! she thought as she tramped forward. She was tempted to snipe the cat as it was for interrupting them. A dark smirk settled over her at that thought. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea after all, she mused as she ran after the cat once she drew her bow.

Tarrowlyn and Farkas were looking about alertly as they made their way into the old crypt and she nearly jumped as Farkas growled audibly under his breath. “ What?” she hissed, annoyed that he had spooked her as easily as he had.
“ Someone’s been digging here, and recently for that matter.” Farkas said, drawing his blade. He wasn’t taking any chances here. “ Tread lightly.” He nodded as Tarrowlyn drew her bow, and she took the point position as she began leading their way down.
“ Don’t move unless I let an arrow fly, got it?” she said, hoping her voice sounded braver than she felt.
Farkas smirked. “ Gonna try to keep the draugr sleeping, hm?” he whispered as they stepped silently through the corridor. Oh he was so tempted to prank her right now. He fell back a moment as he quietly sheathed his blade and Farkas grabbed the body of a draugr that had been laying on the floor. This was going to be good.
Tarrowlyn paused when she realized that she was devoid one shield-brother and she turned around to look behind her. She let out a scream of terror as a draugr ambled up behind her and she loosed three arrows in rapid succession.
“ OW! Damn it all.” Farkas swore as he dropped the old mummy. One of the arrows had gone straight through the draugr’s arm and into his own where his armor didn’t connect.
Tarrowlyn nearly turned as red as her hair as she stomped over to him to pull the arrow out. “ You ass! I’ll have you know I can’t stand draugr! They creep me out worse than anything else I’ve ever encountered. So unless you want a repeat of this…” She gave the arrow a hard tug to pull it out in order to emphasize her point. “...Don’t ever prank me using a sleeping draugr! Got it?!” she hissed, pulling Farkas down by his armor so that he was face to face with her.
Farkas had barely heard a word she said, she had been so animated. Yes, Tarrowlyn was indeed lovely in her own right, everyone in Jorrvaskr had commented that she was much too pretty, and dainty to be counted among the ranks, but right here….It was here Farkas could see what Kodlak saw in her, though he always knew it was there. That fire, that passion…
The faint light from the candles had cast a soft glow over her cheeks which were tinged pink in her anger and embarrassment, and the luminescence had embedded itself in those entrancing emerald eyes of hers. He had never really seen a nord with eyes as green as Tarrowlyn’s. The fire he could see burning in those verdant depths, the look they cast onto him as she spoke in her ire made Tarrowlyn look all the more beautiful, even if she was pissed at Farkas.
“ I got it.” he whispered, and he felt Tarrowlyn release the front of his armor to stalk off in the way she had come. “ Hey! be careful around the burial stones. I don’t want to haul you back to Jorrvaskr on my back because you either fainted or got killed by a draugr, Tarrowlyn.” he said, catching up to her.
No sooner than had he said something, Tarrowlyn stiffened as the sound of stone being shoved aside and low growls were heard. Farkas could smell them easily enough, and he drew his sword as one draugr came ambling their way with a bow drawn. Tarrowlyn had since replaced her bow with her sword and shield, and her blade bit into the next draugr to come to them. Just how many had they woken up with their presence?
“ I’ll kill you!” Farkas snarled as he clove a draugr in half with his greatsword. His bright blue eyes looked up to see Tarrowlyn spin and her blade caught the draugr she was fighting at the knees, taking them out and sending it crashing to the floor. He couldn’t keep the smirk that started growing on his face as one last unlucky draugr attacked her and she shoved her blade under his ribcage and through his neck. Oh yes, she was as pretty as a flower, but she had the sharp thorns of a rose. He nodded as Tarrowlyn put the tip of her blade through the neck of the fallen draugr whose knees she had cut off, and she leaned nonchalantly against the blade. In all honesty, she wasn’t doing bad for having been laid up the last couple of weeks.
“ Was that honorable?” she purred, a smirk on her face as she plucked her blade back up and sheathed it at her hip. Tarrowlyn quickly turned around before Farkas saw the blush on her cheeks, though she could practically feel his eyes on her back. By the nine, she was flirting in a situation like this?! Here of all places she was flirting with him?!
“ Works for me.” Farkas replied, a roguish grin on his face. He could hear how hard her heart was pounding, could hear her blood as it rushed through her veins. His eyes flashed for a moment as he thought he smelled something akin to a woman’s arousal coming from her, but he kept his distance. Farkas needed not only to keep objectivity, but he needed to keep control over himself. It was hard to do so, as Farkas didn’t have the restraint his brother was known for, and if Farkas were honest with himself, he had been attracted to the new blood since they had met outside of Whiterun. Not only that, he had been holding back concerning her for a long time anyways. If Farkas were honest with himself, and if he had wanted to, he would have probably already bedded her by now; more than likely the morning the two of them had woken up together in Valtheim Towers. It would have only taken that one kiss. Farkas’ eyes glittered against her back as Tarrowlyn began stepping forward. Well, no time like the present. Location notwithstanding of course.
Tarrowlyn made to move ahead but instead found herself pinned against the wall beside her. Farkas’ silvery blue eyes were glittering down at her as he leaned in close. “ I kept smelling something pleasant down here…” he whispered as he leaned in closer. It was a smell that he always smelled around Tarrowlyn. He took a deep whiff as he neared Tarrowlyn’s hair and he sighed happily. “ That smells like the flowers that grow around town mixed with something else.”
“ Dragontongue…It’s a soap made from lavender and dragontongue.” Tarrowlyn said softly at his proximity. By the gods, he was a fine specimen of a man. Tall, perfectly proportioned if the way his armor fit was any indication, with full, soft looking lips that were begging to be kissed. Farkas had invaded her thoughts and dreams since the first time he had taken her hand. She could still feel the aftershocks of lightning where his skin had touched her own. However, the one feature Tarrowlyn was drawn to the most was his eyes. In the faint light, his bright blue eyes were impossibly so, glittering faintly with a look at more than likely matched her own. Farkas looked as if he wanted to devour her.
Tarrowlyn found that she wanted to be devoured, her virginity be damned.
“ It sure beats smelling this musty old tomb at least.” Farkas said softly in her ear. He could hear the furious staccato of her heart at his proximity and he smirked. All this flirting was getting to be too much. He had never held himself back if he was attracted to a woman, and he wasn’t sure he could keep going back and forth like this. He wanted to feel her lips against his, feel her bare flesh beneath his fingers, needed to learn how she tasted. Farkas’ eyes were locked to Tarrowlyn’s as he began leaning in closer to her, and he heard her breath hitch.
The moment his lips were about to touch hers, movement to their left brought them back to reality and Tarrowlyn notched and loosed an arrow into a draugr ambling their way faster than Farkas could blink. “ Let’s go.” she said, her tone shaky and possibly just a bit agitated.
Tarrowlyn was agitated alright, but not with Farkas. She had been waiting on baited breath for him to claim her lips in a slow, but sensuously hot kiss. If that damn draugr hadn’t woken up, she might have been having the best make out session of her life!
Farkas had to keep himself from chuckling as Tarrowlyn muttered darkly about ‘effing draugr’ and ‘worst possible timing’. Well, that was the closest he had come to kissing her. Maybe he would be able to get that kiss after they got back into Whiterun. His pace slowed at the same time Tarrowlyn’s did as they came into a giant, circular room, and both looked around nervously as they made their way down the steps. That had effectively killed both of their ardor easily enough.
“ I’ll get the…” Tarrowlyn began, but the faint, bright blue glow she saw to her left caught her attention. “ Be on your guard. There’s someone here who shouldn’t be.”
“ How do you know?” Farkas asked as he came to stand on the dais. The smell of the draugr was masking and overpowering everything else. At least he could get a little bit of fresh air in here. He groaned happily at the sweet scents from above filling his nose, and Farkas resumed searching the place. Maybe now he would be able to smell whoever it was that shouldn’t be here.
“ There’s an arcane enchanter over there.” Tarrowlyn replied simply. “ I’ll get the lever.” She crossed the slightly raised dais in the middle of the room, taking a moment to admire the sunlight and fresh air that were entering the chamber as Farkas had done a moment ago. She took a deep whiff as she basked in the last rays of light a moment more, absorbing the warmth of it as the evening chill began setting in. Her boots were silent as she treaded over the ivy covering the dais and she stepped into the alcove where a lever sat. It more than likely opened the gate to the right there.
Tarrowlyn put her bow away and she shook her head. Farkas was inspecting something over near the arcane enchanter and she could hear him muttering under his breath. She pulled the lever, and her eyes went wide in dismay as a gate fell behind her, effectively trapping her inside. “ Dammit…” she grumbled as she pulled it again, only for the lever to snap clean off in her hand. “ SON OF A BITCH!”
Farkas heard the gate drop as well and he dashed over, though he was fighting to keep the amusement out of his voice. “ Now look at what you’ve gone and done. No worries. Just sit tight, I’ll find the release.” he said tightly. The smile on his face and the mirthful light in his eyes betrayed him however. Oh, this was funnier than what had happened to him a few months back. Just wait until Vilkas and Skjor heard about this!
Tarrowlyn groaned a little as her head fell against the bars. “ You’re going to tease me about this the rest of my trial, aren’t you?” she asked him. She was certain he could feel her mortification at being in this position.
“ You’d better believe it.” Farkas replied with a flirtatious grin. His face fell as he heard more movement to his right and he turned around quickly. The sound of footsteps was drawing ever closer. “ What was that?” He quickly pulled his blade as he stepped towards the dais and sure enough that was when he saw them. About half a dozen of them for that matter.
“ Farkas?!” Tarrowlyn said, clearly panicked by his sudden behavior. “ Farkas, what’s going on?”
“ I see we’ve got ourselves a dog and his bitch.” one of the men said nastily as he walked near the cage. “ Oooo...Such a pretty little thing too boys. Though how she got to be mixed up with such company is beyond me.” he turned back to Farkas a moment. “ It’s time to die, dog. We knew you’d be coming here. It was your mistake, Companion.”
“ Which one is that?” a woman off to the side asked.
“ It doesn’t matter. He wears that armor, so he dies!” another man said vehemently.
Farkas was backing up towards the gate this entire time, and he looked over his shoulder to see Tarrowlyn ready her bow.
“ Get your distance, all of you!” she threatened, her eyes narrowed into fine slits. She’d use her thu’um to knock them away if she had to.
“ Not happening, my pretty little miss. Once he’s out of the way, you can expect us to be having quite a bit of fun I’m sure.” the first one said.
Farkas growled dangerously as his brow furrowed. He was not going to allow any harm to befall his shield-sister under his watch. There was no way in oblivion he was going to let them live now that Tarrowlyn had been threatened in such a sense.
There was no way in Oblivion Farkas was going to allow anyone else to take what he wanted himself.
“ Killing you is going to make for an excellent story.” the woman said snidely as Farkas’ back hit the gate.
Farkas stood straight as his eyes leveled on the men and woman before him murderously. “ None of you will be alive to tell it.” he retorted. Yeah, so the odds didn’t look that good. Farkas had been through worse than this. He sheathed his blade with one hand as the other began deftly undoing the leather catches holding his armor closed. He dropped his knapsack to the floor near Tarrowlyn and the gate and his eyes looked at her apologetically. “ It’s going to be alright.” he whispered to her. Farkas toed off his boots even as a gauntlet fell from one arm to the floor only to be followed shortly after by it’s twin.
“ Farkas, what’s going on?” Tarrowlyn demanded. “ Who are these people?” Why was he taking his armor off for that matter? By Dibella’s will, he was a gorgeous specimen of a man, just as she had thought. She could see his naked, toned back facing her, as he hadn’t bothered wearing a shirt under his chestplate today, and the only thing he had on at this point was his leather breeches. Tarrowlyn couldn’t keep her eyes to herself as she looked him over.
Farkas didn’t answer as he drew in upon himself, releasing a roar that soon turned into something darker. Black fur sprouted up all over his body, his already large frame growing even larger. His face elongated, a long, canine like maw forming where his mouth had been just prior. “ You never should have come here.” he growled out, his hackles rising in his oncoming rage. He wasn’t going to let these men near the woman he wanted...NO! Near his shield-sister! He was here to watch her and protect her should she need it! The beast blood running rampant in his veins was calling him a liar as his claws sank into the first of his hapless victims, tearing their throat away and leaving them to choke on their own blood as they drowned in it. His teeth snapped into another neck, his sharp fangs piercing the flesh like a hot knife through butter, and a sharp turn of his own furry head snapped the bones and vertebrae of the woman’s neck.
Tarrowlyn had barely moved in her shock, but she was quickly roused from it when Farkas gave a long, pain filled howl as a blade pierced his abdomen. Her eyes went wide in fright for her shield-sibling and faster than either realized she had notched and loosed an arrow right between the bastard’s eyes. She began shooting as fast as she could through the bars, helping Farkas to fell the rest of the opposition.
Finally the last man; who had been the one to threaten Tarrowlyn in a less than gentlemanly manner, was the one who Farkas unleashed on the worst. His claws ripped into the flesh of his chest and abdomen, disemboweling him, and Tarrowlyn paled a little as she saw an arm go flying. Farkas didn’t like the idea of anyone hurting those around him it seemed. When the screams finally quieted down, Tarrowlyn rattled the gate.
“ Farkas! Find the release and let me out of here! I need to heal that wound in your side!” she called over to him desperately.
Farkas whined pitifully as he slowly trotted to the open gate, and he found the release which he triggered. Tarrowlyn met him at the dais as he groaned in pain and he felt her bare fingers slide through the fur behind his ears as she eased him down onto his back. His now golden gaze met hers, and Tarrowlyn gave him a gentle smile.
“ You’re going to be alright. I’ve seen worse wounds than this by far.” she said kindly as her fingers gave the patch of fur a tentative scratch. She couldn’t stifle the giggle that bubbled forth as his right leg twitched and she heard him hiss as he began to slowly change back.
“ I hope I didn’t scare you.” he said softly, wincing as Tarrowlyn poured something over his wound a bit. If not for the tattered pants hanging loosely off of his hips, he’d be as naked as the day he and Vilkas were born.
“ What was that?” Tarrowlyn asked as she began wiping away the blood from his wound using the tattered remains of one trouser leg. They were beyond repair after all.
“ It’s a blessing given to some of us. Lets us become like wild beasts. Fearsome.” Farkas groaned. “ Easy, would you? That does hurt.”
“ Are you going to turn me into a werewolf?” Tarrowlyn asked him curiously. “ Sit still, there something in there. I need to get it out first.”
“ Oh no. Only the circle has the beast blood, Tarrowlyn. Prove your worth as a companion first. ARGGH! Damn it! Like Skjor says...Eyes on the prey, not the horizon.” Farkas hissed as Tarrowlyn pulled what looked to be a silver barb from his wound and he sighed in relief as a sensation of warmth flooded his system. “ Hey….That...That feels good.”
Tarrowlyn’s eyes were alight as were her hands as she kept them over his abdomen. When the light had faded, Farkas realized he had been healed with nary a scar. “ There you go.” she said softly, turning to look back to him.
Farkas’ own hand came up to rest against her cheek gently. “ Thank you.” he whispered. “ I owe you one.”
“ No you don’t. You just saved my life too. I would have been nothing more than a ragdoll to them until they were finished.” Tarrowlyn whispered, her eyes dulling. “ That’s certainly not the way I would have wanted it to happen, not for the first and possibly last time.”
Farkas’ eyes went dark once more at the fact that they had threatened to rape her. It really was no wonder she was as shy as she was. He knew she had yet to lay with a man, though Farkas had a feeling that once the initial shyness on her part was gone that Tarrowlyn would become just as wild and untamed as he was whenever he transformed. His hand was still resting against the side of her neck, slowly pulling her closer to him. He couldn’t fight the urge overtaking him. Farkas had to claim her lips, needed to feel their softness, needed to taste them and learn their flavor.
That’s right mortal...Claim her...Taste her….Make her scream...If she runs, hunt her and make her submit…
Farkas’ eyes went wide as he felt the sudden urge to transform again overtake him and he pushed Tarrowlyn away. Damn it! Of all the times for Hircine to stick his nose in things! “ Get out of here! Hurry!” he demanded, though his eyes were filling with tears at the pain he was in trying to keep his transformation at bay. He was not going to force her first time to be with the beast inside of him!
Tarrowlyn was about to tell him off, as she had been hurt when he had pulled away as suddenly as he had from her. She had wanted him to kiss her, had wanted to feel his body pressed tightly against hers. Maybe even more than that. There was no telling. Her ire quickly faded as Farkas’ back hit the stone again and it arched high as he cried out. There was red moonlight filtering into the cavern by way of the sky light now. His eyes were flickering between golden and blue, and Tarrowlyn gasped in fear. There was no way in oblivion that she was going to be able to outrun a werewolf!
“ Kaan…” came her voice, and Farkas looked beside him as the beast within settled a bit with that word.
“ What was that?”
“ A thu’um. Now hurry, tell me what’s going on before the effect wears off , Farkas.” Tarrowlyn demanded.
“ It’s Hircine! The father of manbeasts, prince of the hunt. He’s called the blood moon out! Tarrowlyn, I don’t know how much longer I can keep it at bay. You need to get out of here now!” Farkas’ eyes had gone wide in his worry for her, and his hands gripped her pauldrons tightly. “ Get back to Whiterun if you can.”
“ There is no way in oblivion I’m leaving you behind Farkas. Why is he trying to make you transform?” Tarrowlyn said sternly.
“ He….” Farkas swallowed hard as his eyes met hers. “ He wants me to hunt you down and claim you...To make you submit to me…” his voice was pained as his head fell though his shame was short lived as desperation to keep his wolf at bay took hold. Hircine had been commentating the entire time in his head as well, trying to weaken Farkas’ resolve. No! He wasn’t going to do this!
Oh, but you will mortal. No one can resist the call once it’s fully upon them. Not even your little friend with the dragon blood can keep you from me. came Hircine’s voice as it echoed off of the stone walls. Let the woman hear him. It was obvious who was going to be the victor here in the end. She was going to pay for her insolence a moment ago.
Tarrowlyn heard it this time and her eyes narrowed. “ Watch me!” she hissed, though she got an immediate, echoing growl in return. Tarrowlyn didn’t care how badly she had pissed off the daedric prince. He wasn’t going to keep her from helping Farkas. “ Farkas, look at me.” she said gently as she guided his eyes to meet hers. She was already in the process of shimmying out of her own armor by this point.
Farkas’ wild blue eyes met Tarrowlyn’s verdant ones and he felt her pull him nose to nose with her. “ Tarrowlyn, I don’t know how much longer I can hold this back. It’s not that I don’t wan….AHHRHHRRGGGG!” He thrashed a bit on the floor, but he felt himself get pinned down by the smaller woman who was now on top of him in only her linen shirt that she wore under her armor. He could feel her heat through his own tattered pants and Farkas couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped him as he pressed his hips closer to hers. He couldn’t deny that he wanted her.
Tarrowlyn gasped at the feeling that coursed through her at the contact. Every nerve had been on edge ever since that saber cat had interrupted them earlier that afternoon.“ Don’t claim me for his sake then, Farkas.” Tarrowlyn whispered. “ Claim me because you want me...Not because he’s forcing you to, but because you want to. Because I want you to…” The moment those last words had left her mouth, Tarrowlyn’s lips crashed against his as her body nestled against his hard, toned one. Her hands had found their way into his hair and her nails gently raked his scalp as her tongue slipped between his lips to duel with his. “ Show me what a beast the man can be…” she murmured against his lips. Tarrowlyn gasped as his hands grabbed both globes of her rear, gently kneading them as he tested their softness.
“ Now that, I can do…” Farkas said huskily. “ If I had more time, I’d get us out of this dusty old place...You don’t deserve this…” His voice trailed a bit at this thought. Tarrowlyn didn’t deserve being hurriedly deflowered in a decrepit old tomb. Though a bed was preferable, he wouldn’t be averse to finding the soft patch of grass he could to make love to her on. Under the stars would be good too, he mused as he drew her bottom lip between both of his to nibble and suckle on a moment.
“ Farkas….Time and place don’t matter...It’s you that I’ll remember most about this...Now…” Tarrowlyn pulled Farkas into a sitting position with her knees on either side of his hips. She could feel his stiff length through the supple leather keeping them separate for now, and her green eyes flickered lustily in the dim light. “ Make me howl, wolf…” she said with a seductive purr.
Farkas’ own blue eyes flashed with his own avidity at that statement. Normally, he didn’t like puns like that, but the way Tarrowlyn had put it in reference to herself...That had been nothing short of arousing to hear come from her innocent little mouth. He didn’t say anything in response, as his lips were now quite busy in claiming hers a bit roughly, and one hand was sliding between either of them as his fingers trailed ever so lightly against the soft skin of her thigh. Tarrowlyn gasped against his mouth at the feeling, it was like little sparks of lightning and fire at the same time were shooting though her body from where he touched her to come to a pulsing rest just below her navel. The first knots of desire were flooding her blood in their heady effects, forcing her eyes to dilate a little in the low light. She wanted to keep looking at Farkas, wanted him to see just how much she wanted this herself.
Farkas’ eyes were locked to hers as his hand gently slid between her legs, and he took great delight in the soft, yet eager gasp that met him as his fingers caressed the nether lips of her womanhood. No other man had ever done this to her, had never moved her enough to allow such reaction to claim her, and he had. It was intoxicating that he had moved an innocent in the way of things carnal. He parted the moist folds as his fingers gently searched for the jewel hidden between her thighs and Farkas felt Tarrowlyn’s nails dig into his shoulders as he found his mark.
“ Farkas!” she cried out softly, her eyes locked to his as he teased her. Oh by Dibella, this was oh so much better than when she had touched herself thinking about him. His fingers had roughened calluses on the pads, but it only served to pleasure her all the more as he moved his fingers slowly and deliberately. “ More…” she panted, her hips rolling in time with his movements now.
“ Not yet.” Farkas replied huskily, though he was easing Tarrowlyn down onto the ivy covering the majority of the dais. He felt much more like himself the more he immersed himself in her, the closer he got to her. Farkas wasn’t going to allow Hircine to force his hand with her. Granted, things might be going faster than either of them intended, but Farkas knew that Tarrowlyn genuinely desired him. And while she was giving herself to him in an effort to keep him from turning, it wasn’t duty that spurred this passion from her. It was all him. Farkas was going to be damned if he passed it up.
Tarrowlyn’s back arched against him as her ruby tinted tresses fell free into the green of the ivy below her, and her hands tangled themselves in Farkas’ ebony locks in order to pull him closer. His body was barely hovering over hers, but Tarrowlyn could feel the warmth Farkas radiated, his heat igniting and fueling her own as he stoked those flames higher and higher. His hands slid under her shirt to raise it above her head and Tarrowlyn sighed as his mouth followed, pressing kisses into her fevered flesh. She could feel his beard tickling her slightly, bringing awareness to every little piece of skin Farkas hovered over.
Farkas drew a rosy colored bud between his lips, his blue eyes bright and hooded as he watched Tarrowlyn surrender herself over to him. He was no stranger to the ways of the flesh, though many a paramour had asked if he was a follower of Dibella with the way he was in bed. Farkas believed in thoroughly satisfying a woman as much as she could bear before he himself took the final throes . It was also needless to say that he had been told that he had the propensity to knock a woman out after coitus. His eyes closed as their lips met, as Tarrowlyn had pulled him up to be face level with him. Her legs wrapped insistently over his hips, drawing him toward her. It was just as he thought. Once over the initial shyness, Tarrowlyn was going to be as wild and untamed as he was. Farkas groaned as his turgid length pressed against her center through his pants, though the need to feel that heat directly against him was overwhelming now. Her scent was unlike anything he had smelled from a woman before...Clean, musky, sweet...Farkas couldn’t help but wonder if she tasted as sweet as she smelled.
“ Patience.” he growled seductively in her ear, “ I promise you’ll be pushing me away before I’m done with you.” He began to kiss his way down Tarrowlyn’s body again, though his eyes fell on a scar near her heart. It was a fairly fresh one, as were the three on her face. Did she get them all at the same time? Farkas made a mental note to ask her about them later, well, if he remembered at least. It was possible that he wouldn’t with thoughts of only pleasing Tarrowlyn on his mind. His eyes met hers as Farkas tenderly drew her legs apart again, kissing his way down her thigh, and completely avoiding where he knew Tarrowlyn wanted him. He could see her honey shining in the low light on the inside of either thigh and Farkas’ tongue darted out to collect the sample she had given him.
Tarrowlyn inhaled sharply as his tongue, velvety and soft, swept over her skin to collect her emissions. She had heard the other girls in the dorm talk about this, she had fantasized of Farkas doing this to her the first time she had ever dreamt of him. That dream had ended interestingly enough, as he had claimed her fully in his werewolf form. Tarrowlyn realized it was more premonition than dream, as she hadn’t known his secret then. Regardless, that first dream had left her feeling nothing short of aroused. In her eyes, having sex with a werewolf was no worse than having sex with a khajiit. All thoughts were scattered the moment his tongue laved her most intimate area, collecting her flavor once more with a growl that only made Tarrowlyn gush at the sound.
Farkas pinned her hips down as he took his pleasure of her, drinking in her essence as if he were a man parched. In all honesty, Tarrowlyn’s scent wasn’t near as sweet as she was. She was just as succulent as a handful of snowberries and twice as juicy for that matter. She was addicting to taste.
It did not take him long to make her screech his name in her ecstasy, and Farkas’ eyes flared a little as Tarrowlyn turned him over and her hands tore away what was left of his pants. “ You’re stalling, Farkas.” she cooed, rubbing herself up and down his now exposed shaft. She didn’t look at it, but what she could feel was massive. Farkas had been blessed, and not by the beast blood either. If that was swinging between his legs on a daily basis, no wonder he wasn’t as good with words. His body didn’t have enough blood to run between both ends to allow him to think straight.
“ No, you’re impatient.” Farkas shot back, his hips bucking as their naked flesh began moving in tandem. “ Top or bottom?”
Tarrowlyn took a moment to realize what he was asking her and she turned to the side to pull him back over top of her. She wanted to feel his weight, wanted everything he could give to her and more. A gasp escaped her as Farkas settled himself in the depression that would allow him inside, though he was groaning a bit wantonly at the feel of her. Tarrowlyn’s eyes closed as Farkas kissed her, slowly but surely pushing himself inside of her, parting her for the first time. His tongue was curling and twisting with hers, imparting the flavor that was so uniquely him, and Tarrowlyn felt him pause as he came to some resistance.
“ I’m sorry.” he whispered against her lips, drawing his hips back a bit and putting all his weight behind his next thrust.
Tarrowlyn screamed as he broke through her maidenhead, and her nails dug into his flesh as Farkas stilled himself. By the nine, he felt as if he was buried to the hilt inside of her, forcing her body to accommodate his hard, eager length. It was like being impaled over a bat. His lips captured hers tenderly as he waited for her, though the urge to keep burying himself inside of her was clouding his mind and senses. The pain faded, and Tarrowlyn felt Farkas pull away from her, leaving her feeling bereft and empty inside. Her head flew back against the foliage as he pressed himself back inside of her, the flange knocking against her cervix and leaving just the slightest of aches. It was more than tolerable as Farkas eased into a slow, leisurely rhythm. He couldn’t feel Hircine’s call anymore, and the moons had since returned to their normal shades, basking both of them in their light as they connected like this for the first time.
Farkas’ hands had slipped under her shoulders, pulling Tarrowlyn into his gentle stroke and he groaned when her feet dug into his buttocks, urging him to do more. He growled against her neck as he sped up a bit, forcing Tarrowlyn to cry out into his shoulder as their bodies met with a little more force than before.
Tarrowlyn found herself topside, though she honestly couldn’t remember Farkas moving to put her there. Her hips rose and fell on their own, her green eyes locked to his bright azure ones as she surrendered herself over to him. Tarrowlyn could feel his cock pressing into her as deep as it could everytime she came down over Farkas, drawing grunts and groans from the man beneath her. His hands were on her hips, guiding her motions and pulling her down all the same. “ Farkas!” she cried out after one thrust left an ache that made stars burst from behind her eyes.
“ There it is…” he growled, though he had a smile on his face as he said it. Without any other warning, Farkas maneuvered Tarrowlyn in front of him on her hands and knees and she cried out again as he entered her from behind. “ How did you put it again? I believe you asked me to make you howl? Well, Tarrowlyn, I hope you’re ready.” he said lustily as he began claiming her body in earnest now, making sure to hit that spot over and over again. He could feel his own release building all too quickly, and Farkas was not going to get there before Tarrowlyn did.
Tarrowlyn’s eyes flew open at the change in angle, and she screamed his name as he kept pulling her into his ardent stroke. “ Farkas!” His name was falling like a fast paced mantra from her lips as he took her closer and closer to the edge, forcing a bubble to swell larger and sweeter inside of her with every piercing of her body with his own. Tarrowlyn felt his hand wrap itself in her copper colored tresses, pulling her head back as Farkas began poling into her body in earnest now. “ Shit...Farkas, please I…” she cried out, her eyes shut as she felt that bubble drawing in on itself, intensifying on a single point.
I told you that you would not escape me mortal...She is already in your grasp...Make her howl like the bitch in heat she is…came Hircine’s voice in Farkas’ head again. His blue eyes snapped open as he felt the urge to transform wash over him in earnest and he tried to shake it off.
“ No….” he groaned out. “ Tarrowlyn...I….” Damn that daedra! Farkas was so close as it was and he had been caught at his weakest moment.
Tarrowlyn was too far gone to hear him as Farkas slammed inside of her, and she screamed his name as she orgasmed for the first time with a man. She could feel his cock twitching inside of her, filling her with a warmth that made her shudder in delight and Tarrowlyn looked over her shoulder to him, only to pale a bit. The moons behind him were red again, and Farkas’ eyes were golden.
The rest of the change came over him just as suddenly, forcing Tarrowlyn to cry out as his already impressive member grew and swelled inside of her even more. The werewolf stood, forcing a gasp from his partner for every step he took towards the wall. “ Mine…” he growled against her neck once he had Tarrowlyn pinned securely. “ Mate…”
Tarrowlyn’s body flared as Farkas took both wrists in one clawed hand and the other dug into her hip to keep her still. “ Farkas...Please, shake Hircine off. I…..AHHHHH!” Tarrowlyn cried out as Farkas began to thrust hard and deep inside of her, matching her dream from a few weeks ago to a tee. By Dibella’s will! This felt too damn good! Her mind began clouding over in a pleasure induced haze as Farkas kept up his demanding, thorough stroke.
Farkas was growling his pleasure, and Tarrowlyn could feel the reverberations in his chest as he slaked his avidity. After what seemed like an eternity, Farkas’ tongue lapped against her shoulder and neck, making Tarrowlyn shudder at the experience at the feel of the slightly rough surface against her skin.
Tarrowlyn felt the hand binding her wrists let go, only to feel it palm a pert breast a moment later. He was mindful of his claws thankfully, though their jerky movements caused some light scratching that only served to put every nerve on high alert for Tarrowlyn. “ Farkas, more...Please I….” she was begging, her fists balled up tightly against the stone wall as he brought her back to the edge. “ Ahh...Ahhh…”
Farkas cut loose, his hips pounding incessantly into hers and forcing her to cry out as every thrust pierced her womb. He could feel her slick channel tightening even more; if that were possible as she was still tight despite his transformation, and he began growling low in his throat as the pressure over him became much too great to bear any longer. His release slammed into him with all the force of a mammoth’s stampede, and Farkas’ head flew back as he howled his completion to the moons above. He could hear Tarrowlyn’s own cry of release meet his sensitive ears and Farkas leaned in closer.
Mark her...Taste her blood as your fangs pierce her skin…ordered Hircine.
Farkas was growling deep in his chest as his golden eyes turned even darker at the command. His hackles rose to expose his fangs and he felt his lower jaw drop so that he could bite into her shoulder. No….Don’t mark her! Kodlak and Vilkas are going to kill us as it stands! Tarrowlyn is not a werewolf! We can’t do this! came a voice from the recesses of his mind that was desperately pleading with the wolf to leave the woman unscathed. It was in fact his human half that was chained to a wall in his own mind that was trying to keep the wolf from following Hircine’s final command.
Give me a good reason, human. the wolf growled in return. She is strong, she could bear us strong whelps...Many strong whelps.
That’s her choice to make and I will not let you to take it from her. It’s bad enough you forced her to mate with you! Farkas seethed as he pulled against his chains. I won’t be able to ever look at her the same after this. He needed to wrest control back! He couldn’t allow this to go on a moment more!
That is not my fault human. You claimed her body as well. It is your body still claiming her. Why not take her as a mate? the wolf asked him. Again he leaned in to leave the mark, and Farkas nearly panicked the closer he drew.
“ NO!” Farkas yelled out as he finally wrested complete control back from Hircine. His golden eyes looked to her shoulder in worry and his ears fell flat against his head in relief. He hadn’t bitten her, hadn’t marred her skin. The gods be praised for small favors. Slowly and gently, he eased Tarrowlyn towards the dais as he slid from her body and he looked at her worriedly. She was out cold, but there was a satiated smile on her face in her repose and he set her against the ivy.
Looking at himself, Farkas whined a little as he waited for himself to change back to normal.
Regret began washing over him as he gauged her physical state. By Ysmir, Talos and Shor, he had just raped her in his beast form. He had come very close to marking her, had nearly stolen her future from her with that gesture. What if she became with child after this?! She had such a bright future ahead of her, had so much to do and see yet! Tarrowlyn didn't deserve to be bound to a house for eight or nine years so that she could go adventuring once more. If that happened, it would be all his fault.
By the gods….What had he done?

Tarrowlyn sighed languidly as she started waking up. She felt positively….Her brow furrowed as the ache suddenly hit her from her lower regions and she bolted up as she looked about. She was laying under some furs near a fire, her armor and belongings nearby. Farkas was on the other side of the fire, staring blankly into the flames and Tarrowlyn pulled the furs around her a little tighter as she stood up.
" Farkas?" She said softly, slowly padding over to where he was seated. He looked like he had kicked a puppy. She took to a knee in front of him and Tarrowlyn reached out to cup his cheek.
Farkas stayed her hand before she could connect and his blue eyes bore into hers intensely. " Tarrowlyn...Don't. Please." he whispered. His voice was pained, as was the look in his eyes now, and Tarrowlyn shook her head.
" Farkas, I'm fine. Honestly." She said sweetly, bringing his large hand to her lips. She pressed a kiss into the knuckles there and Farkas' eyes shut at the contact. " I'm glad it..."
" Don't say it." Farkas snarled suddenly. " Tarrowlyn, I just rap..." he began, only to be silenced as Tarrowlyn forced his chin up and she crashed her lips against his. He groaned feebly in response, but that was soon changed to a hum of pleasure as Tarrowlyn deepened their kiss.
" You can't rape the willing, Farkas." Tarrowlyn panted against his lips, feeling fulfilled at kissing him like that. By the gods it had felt good to show her interest in him. " It didn't matter to me if you were wolf or man. I wanted everything you had to give me, and I loved every minute of it." Her eyes were aglow as she leveled them on his and Farkas swallowed hard at the unrestrained arousal he saw there. " I can promise you that."
Farkas didn't trust himself to reply to that. He had never been good with words after all, not like Vilkas was. His gaze was uncertain as he continued to look Tarrowlyn over and she gave him a rather sultry smile. Farkas knew that kind of smile. It was the 'I want more' kind of smile. Yes, he had introduced her to the pleasures of the flesh, but at what cost? Despite her assurances, Farkas still felt as if he had forced her hand. The guilt was very fresh, the wound he had made to his heart deep. No, Farkas needed time to heal, and he couldn't very well leave Tarrowlyn right in the middle of her trial.
Tarrowlyn's face fell as she rubbed the side of his neck. The look in his eyes was so distant, as if Farkas was in another place entirely despite the fact he was right here before her. " I'm sorry..." She whispered. What if he hated her now? What if Farkas never wanted anything to do with her again? Didn't even want her friendship? She tried her best to hide the tears forming in her eyes as she stood straight and she walked over to where her things were. She dropped the furs, not feeling the need for modesty in the slightest now, and she began dressing herself once she pulled a fresh set of clothing from her pack. " We're moving once I'm dressed, Farkas. I hope you're ready to go."
Her tone cut like ice, though Farkas knew he only had himself to blame. No, he wouldn't let this continue on. Farkas had never done that to any other woman, and he would be damned if it ever happened again to Tarrowlyn. As deeply as he cared for her, he would not allow himself to be used as an instrument like that ever again. Not with the beast blood in his veins. He had always thought it a gift. Now Farkas realized Kodlak was right to want to rid himself of this. It was not a gift. Gifts didn't hurt the ones you cared for.
It was a curse.
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