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Dragonheart: Of Black Wings Unfurled	By : Lady_Kae Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 15055 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: This chapter was a little diffucult to write in all honesty, as will the next. Mostly because there are certain situations to which I am not familiar with, nor would I know how they are even initiated. You'll understand towards the end of this chapter, I promise. I can't deny I'm really looking forward writing it though. I can only hope you all enjoy it was well. But enough idle chatter, on to the story! Enjoy and feed back would be greatly appreciated!
~ Kae

Chapter 6: Return to Jorrvaskr

Aela was watching over the festivities amongst the whelps with a small, sad smile. It had been a long while since any of them had had anything to be happy about. Not since Kodlak’s death. Oh, how her heart missed them all, Kodlak, Dungun, Jasina... Skjor...Aela thought even as a small tear came to her eye. He was the one she missed the most. They had been so alike in their ways…
The hall went quiet as the door shook a little and it opened fully, revealing their Harbinger and the twins. All three were full of smiles as they walked in it seemed. The rest of the hall, Aela included, greeted them with a resounding roar.
“ How boring was the trip to Morthal?” Aela asked cheekily over the din. She knew the three of them were going in an effort to gather information on something.
“ Not as boring as you would think.” Farkas replied as the three of them set their rucksacks down by the door for now. There would be time later to get them.
“ Oh? More dragons?” Aela asked excitedly. She loved hearing tales about the mighty beasts.
Tarrowlyn shook her head. “ Not this time. I daresay I would have rather dealt with that menace than what we did. Farkas, grab a small keg of ale please. Aela, Vilkas. Some mugs and food if you would as well. I’ve got to go check my desk and I need the four of us to convene in the underforge.”
“ There are only three jobs there that I didn’t want to make the call on. And seeing as how Vilkas was with you, I couldn’t ask for his insight this time either.” Aela said honestly. She had learned long ago to be upfront with the young woman before her. Tarrowlyn didn’t like beating around the bush when it really mattered.
“ I’ll look them over and then meet all of you in the underforge in…” Tarrowlyn’s brow furrowed a little. She wanted to change out of her armor if just for a little bit. “ Give or take fifteen minutes. I’m going to get out of my armor and into something a little more comfortable.”
Vilkas shook his head at the smirk that had immediately plastered itself across his brother’s face at that statement. Oh, Farkas was definitely thinking of a way to waylay his intended just a little longer.
As if sensing her lover's thoughts, Tarrowlyn turned around with a glare. “ Don’t even think about it Farkas. I said fifteen minutes and I mean it.” Tarrowlyn said with authority. Even she had noticed the gleam in her lover’s eye it seemed.
More like felt it would be a more apt summation.
Both Aela and Vilkas snorted in amusement as the Harbinger strode strongly for the living quarters. “ I’ll gather some food. Go dress down if you wish.” Aela chortled. More than likely, all three of them needed their armor and blades serviced and that would take Eorlund almost a week, even with Tarrowlyn’s help.
The twins nodded as they grabbed their rucksacks and Farkas grabbed Tarrowlyn’s for her as well.
Well, at least now he had a reason to go to her chambers, he mused with a conniving smile.

Tarrowlyn was sitting at her desk, much like Kodlak used to do when he had been Harbinger, reading over the missives asking the Companions for their aid. The sight of her in such a familiar pose made him wish Kodlak was here to see her still. Despite her current success as Harbinger, Tarrowlyn was still young, and she needed guidance. So did he and Vilkas for that matter.

The requests that had come in were relatively simple enough, though Tarrowlyn could see why Aela had left them for her to look at. All three of them were asking for the utmost discretion, and total secrecy. Aela more than likely was having trouble figuring out who to send on these particular tasks. A smirk crossed her features as she thought it over and she resolved to talk it over with the rest of the circle once they went to the underforge.
“ I love it when you smirk like that. I can’t help but to wonder what’s going through your head when you do.” Farkas chortled. He closed the door behind him and he held Tarrowlyn’s rucksack out to her. “ You forgot this upstairs, love.”
Tarrowlyn smiled even as she tilted her chin up to give him a kiss. “ Thank you dearheart, but you’re not keeping me any longer than I told them to wait. You’re just going to have to calm your appetite for now.” she whispered against his lips.
Farkas pouted visibly. He had wanted just a small taste of her to hold him over for now. After a moment he smirked. He could probably get that tiny morsel in the amount of time she had decreed. Tarrowlyn was already stripping her greaves away, revealing her naked back and thighs to his appreciative eye. Thank the gods he had a set of clothing stashed in his pack still.
Tarrowlyn sighed a little as she felt Farkas’s warmth against her skin. His lips gently caressed her neck, pressing sweet loving kisses against the slope of her neck. His fingers drew familiar, tingling paths over her skin as he tried to draw her closer against him. “ Farkas…” she groaned. Farkas was seriously testing her resolve with this. “ For the love of Talos, you’re not making this easy.”
“ You know how persistent I can get Tarrowlyn.” he whispered seductively against her ear. He was smiling wolfishly, and he had not missed the aroused shudder that had followed the slight growl in his voice. Farkas knew damn well what he was doing and Tarrowlyn knew it too. He would get her to crack yet, he was sure of it.
Tarrowlyn smirked. She knew in an instant how to get him to calm down, even if it was only for a little bit. “ If you can hold out until we’re done, I’ll let you tear my dress away.” she purred promisingly, even though she gasped a second later. His fingers had started tweaking and teasing her now painfully stiff buds, and he growled delightedly against her neck.
Farkas seemed to think it over a bit. “ You’re certain you want to lose another dress?” he asked her.
“ There’s one I have that’s getting a little threadbare. I’ve been meaning to find a way to get rid of it. What better way than this?” Tarrowlyn’s breath was starting to come in short pants as Farkas continued teasing her. Damn him! If he kept course, she was sure to forgo the fifteen minute mark!
Farkas thought it over for a bit, though he had not ceased his actions. He was going to have Tarrowlyn craving him voraciously if he had anything to say about it. Finally his hands pulled away from her breasts, and Tarrowlyn felt him stand straight behind her. " Deal." He growled seductively.
Tarrowlyn's verdant orbs were full of want as she turned to look at him, flickering steadily between gold and green. He had gotten her riled up pretty quick. Farkas smirked knowingly as she pulled the dress she had mentioned from her wardrobe and he began strippig his armor away as well. He could feel her watching his every movement, the lust filled gaze that she was affixing him with.
The two finished dressing at the same time and exited her chambers. They arrived at the underforge to find Aela already waiting for them and Farkas set the keg of mead that he had brought with them down. Aela had brought the food along with plates. It looked as if Vilkas would be bringing the mugs.
As if the very thought had summoned him, Vilkas strode through the entrance to the underforge with two mugs a piece on each hand.
" So what happened in Morthal for you to bring me here. It must be important." Aela asked.
Tarrowlyn nodded even as she bit into a piece of chicken that Tilma had made. By the gods, that woman was a damn good cook. She'd have to ask what her secret was. She cast a glance over to Vilkas to start. Aela needed to know about Hestla, first and foremost.
Vilkas sighed heavily. " Aye. It is important Aela. And I have a feeling you're going to react worse than Farkas and I did when we heard the news." He began, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. " We were attacked by a clutch of vampires while we were in Morthal, and the one we managed to capture gave us very distressing information."
The wild brown stare that was fixed on him was unnerving. Tarrowlyn and Farkas were already standing in front of the entrance to the underforge to run interference if needed.
" Well?" Aela asked, her tone commanding. She felt tense, very tense, and her beast half was growling menacingly on the edge of her consciousness. She could tell by his tone this was not good news at all.
" Hestla's alive, Aela." Vilkas said seriously, his ice blue gaze locked to her own. " In a matter of speaking...She's a vampire as well."
Fury flooded Aela's veins, hot and demanding at the woman's name, and her eyes went golden in her outrage. " SHE'S WHAT!" Aela bellowed, though she hadn't shifted yet. All three of them were worried that might have been the case. " Where is she?! I demand her head for Jasina's and Dungun's lives!"
" Currently out of reach, though Farkas has you beat. He's already claimed it." Tarrowlyn said authoritatively. She needed to remind Aela who was in charge here.
Aela calmed a bit as she looked to Farkas where he was scowling grimly at the thought of his former lover. He truly had the most right to that claim, as it was he she had hurt the worst that day...
Farkas felt as if he could hear every single word Hestla had scornfully told him that day. They were etched deep into his heart, a wound that hadn't really healed since then.
" Was that all?" Aela asked Tarrowlyn, though her amber eyes had not left the younger twin.
Tarrowlyn shook her head. " There was another matter I wanted to address. I want to appoint Athis and Ria to the circle. They are the most level headed of the whelps. Both have assisted me quite a bit since before I became Harbinger and they deserve to have such standing. Njada needs to control her temper a bit more, and Torvar? He needs to get his priorities straight." She replied.
Aela nodded in agreement. Both were sound in their judgement. " Who will be their forebears then?" Aela questioned as she turned to pour some mead into her tankard. She needed a good stiff drink after the revelation that Hestla was still alive.
Tarrowlyn steeled herself. This was it..." No one." She decreed. As expected, the Huntress of Jorrvaskr turned her wild, shocked gaze to the Harbinger. " As long as I am Harbinger, the beastblood will no longer be a requirement to join the circle. And it never will be again if I have anything to say about it."
" This has been tradition since before either of us were born!" Aela countered hotly. Rage was roiling, hard and hot, in her gut. How dare she even suggest such a thing!
" Things need to change Aela." Tarrowlyn growled in return, her eyes flashing to gold in a show of dominance. " How long must we look over our shoulders for werewolf hunters or worry about someone turning the Companions over to the Vigilants or the Dawnguard! The Silver Hand nearly killed Farkas and I more than once! THEY KILLED SKJOR AND KODLAK IN COLD BLOOD! I will not stand idly by and let another group find out our secret and then hunt us down one by one as well! The blood dies with us, Aela, and that is final. Farkas, Vilkas, and I will be cleansing ourselves once we all feel that we're ready."
Aela looked disbelieving to the twins. They had embraced the blood just as much as she had. What had changed their minds?!
As if divining her thoughts, Farkas spoke. " Do you really want to know why? Gifts don't hurt those you care for Aela." His tone was harsher than Aela had ever heard it with her, belying the bitterness he felt about the so called gift they all bore. To this day he, Tarrowlyn, and Vilkas were the only ones alive who knew of what had happened at Dustman's Cairn. Not even Skjor had known. " Hircine forced me to take Tarrowlyn in my beast form, nearly made me mark her then! If I have to worry about a daedra taking control over me, forcing me to hurt others like that, I don't want this! Not any more." Remorse rang in that last statement as he looked to the ground. Even though he had accepted what happened wasn't his fault, it didn't stop him from feeling all the negative emotions tied to that night. Even though he and Tarrowlyn had found pleasure in it, it didn't make it right.
Farkas felt the embrace wrapping around his torso and he brought his arms up to return it. Love was slowly overtaking the guilt he still felt since that gods awful night, steadily reshoring his soul. He held Tarrowlyn tightly to him, reaffirming himself that she hadn't forsaken him after that night. That everything that had happened since they reconciled hadn't been a dream.
" I love you Farkas. Don't forget that. You know I never blamed you for what happened." Tarrowlyn whispered in his ear as she ran her fingers through his hair. She hated seeing him like this!
Aela was stunned into silence as she watched the two. " By the gods..." Farkas wouldn't lie about something that important. It was as if he were incapable of such deceit. Vilkas only nodded, confirming Farkas tale, when she looked at him in disbelief. " That's why you left..." she whispered in realization. One look at Tarrowlyn proved the admission to be true. The look in those green eyes said everything as she tearfully tried to sooth the man she was going to marry. Even though such a thing had happened to them, Aela wasn't about to rid herself of such great power. " Despite how you all may feel about the blood now, I will not rid myself of it. If I go to Hircine's hunting grounds when I die, so be it."
" That is your choice to make." Tarrowlyn agreed. She knew that would be the case with Aela. " But I'm serious about this, Aela. The blood will not be passed to any other companion from henceforth. I will know, and if I catch you doing what you and Skjor did when you gave me the blood, the consequences will be severe. Am I understood?"
Aela thought long and hard about the Harbinger's decree. Kodlak had known, despite their attempts at secrecy, about everything. Tarrowlyn had that same knack it seemed. " Very well then Harbinger." Aela finally acquiesced. She was right about one thing though, Aela realized. They couldn't allow any more blood to be shed because of what the four of them were.
The blood of the beast would die with them, freeing the Companions from Hircine's hold forever more.

Farkas was silent as he sat on the wall overlooking Whitewatch Tower. The night air was still, peaceful. It held none of the easiness that Lakeview had, nor the serene tranquility that Windstad Manor would adopt from the rest of Morthal. The property was beautiful, and Farkas couldn't wait to see the sunrise or sunset over the water soon. The steading in Hjaalmarch was incredibly close to the Sea of Ghosts. He was anticipating the day he would get to see it with his bride.

Tarrowlyn was beside him, her head resting on his chest while his arm was wrapped around her. Judging by the tenseness he felt in her muscles, she was worried about something. Probably him.
" Please tell me you haven't been hurting yourself with those memories, Farkas." She finally whispered. There was fear in her voice, trepidation laced every facet of her words.
" Not to that extent, no. I've come to grips with it. Accepted that nothing would have changed what happened between us that night. I take solace in the fact that even though I lost control, you still enjoyed every minute. I just don't like feeling like a plaything." His brow furrowed at the thought of being a daedra's living doll. It would never happen again. He’d rather die first.
Tarrowlyn sighed in relief even as she nuzzled him in an attempt to get closer. His warmth was so addictive. “ I’m glad.” She sat up a little and she turned to climb down. The whole talk with Aela had effectively cooled both of their ardors. “ I’m pretty sure I can keep Forlan in line. Want to go for a run?” she asked. It was late enough no one would see them that well.
Farkas scowled. “ I thought you said Tala wasn’t going to let you shift again today, especially after fighting those trolls.” he stated.
“ She won’t. That doesn’t mean I can’t ride on your back while we make a break for the tree line.” she replied. This was actually true. Tarrowlyn had stumbled across and down into a frost troll’s nest by complete accident, and had been stuck fighting by herself for almost a solid ten minutes by the time Farkas and Vilkas had found her. The wolf claimed she couldn’t get the stench out of her nose. To be fair, it had been pretty ripe.
Farkas pondered it over and his eyes flitted to Tarrowlyn’s dress. She had been right earlier that it was getting a little threadbare in some parts. “ You intend to keep your promise?” he asked tentatively.
Tarrowlyn smirked. She had him hook, line, and sinker. She leaned in close to kiss him, and she gave Farkas a sultry smile as she pulled away. “ What do you think?” she purred in return.
Farkas looped an arm around her waist before she could jump back into the yard and he jumped down towards the plains from the wall, landing gracefully with his intended in his arms. They went the long way around the city towards the woods, with the two giggling like tweeners the entire time, and Farkas came to a pause.
Tarrowlyn looked at him curiously as they came upon an abandoned shack. “ What is it?” she asked him.
Farkas smirked as he set to start removing his clothing. “ You’ve got five minutes. Start running.” he growled.
Tarrowlyn stopped him before he could take anymore clothing off. They would be getting back to Jorrvaskr before anyone awoke after all. “ I want to see it shredded.” she said seductively.
Farkas’ eyes flashed golden for a moment. “ Start running. Four minutes.” he groaned as blood rushed from one head to the other.
Tarrowlyn smirked as she took off onto the plains again, and she started moving for an abandoned giant’s camp. She knew it wouldn’t be long until Farkas caught up to her.

Three minutes were up, Farkas mused as he loped over the plains to where Tarrowlyn was. He was running as fast as he could to catch up with her too. Maybe she would let him chase her before he pinned her down. Even in his beast form, he was still hard enough to hammer nails, and he was drooling just a bit at the sweet scent Tarrowlyn had left on the wind. Her aroma was like an aphrodisiac. A small shriek of dismay told him that he had happened upon her before she was ready and Tarrowlyn began dashing towards the mountain a little faster now. Farkas smiled a little in his lupine form. She was taking them to that abandoned giant camp on the hill? Good choice for privacy. He pounced and he laughed as the two of them rolled a little before he wound up on top.

He grabbed Tarrowlyn’s dress and shredded it down the middle, and his eyes lit up a bit even as his tail started wagging. Oh yeah, he liked doing that a lot. He suddenly found his world upended as Tarrowlyn launched him over her. When in oblivion had she learned that?! Tarrowlyn took off running again, though she had a bright smile on her face. Her naked breasts were bouncing as she ran, and Farkas couldn’t stop his eyes from following the entrancing movement.
Tarrowlyn managed to make it to the abandoned camp this time before Farkas caught her and she moaned throatily as his tongue swept out to run across her neck. His furry head was moving down as he kept gathering her flavor on his tongue and Tarrowlyn screeched into the night when he lapped at her womanhood. " Farkas!" She cried out wantonly. He had her pinned against the grass, and his golden eyes met her own. The unrestrained lust and arousal there made Tarrowlyn quiver in anticipation.
Farkas hackles rose a little in a lupine grin and he lapped at Tarrowlyn's moist slit again. Her honey had collected abundantly there and he would be damned if he didn't reap the reward. He growled in pleasure as he continued, and he felt Tarrowlyn's fingers tangle in the fur on near his ears. Her cries of ecstasy were such sweet music as they fell on him.
Tarrowlyn's back arched as her lover continued his tender ministrations. The feel of that slightly rough, velvety tongue running over her painfully sensitive clit was her undoing as she cried out her orgasm and Farkas' name to the sky. She barely had time to catch her breath as Farkas straightened before maneuvering Tarrowlyn's legs over his hips. A wanton scream tore itself from her throat as Farkas thrust himself inside of her, filling her with his enormous rod. Stars erupted behind her eyelids as he knocked against her womb again and again, and Tarrowlyn rolled her hips enticingly. This forced a growl from Farkas as he was selfishly wound inside of her and he paused.
If she was going to keep that up, he was going to cut loose. Farkas knew he could do some serious damage if they didn’t take the necessary precautions. His eyes narrowed lustily at the thought of taking her in other ways. " Transform." Farkas growled seductively as he pulled away.
Tarrowlyn didn't need any further prodding. Despite Tala's weak protests, Tarrowlyn soon was in her beast form and she turned her coppery head to Farkas. She submissively lowered her head to the ground and twitched her tail to the side, revealing herself to him. Farkas' nostrils widened as his eyes dilated a little as the scent of her arousal and acceptance filled him.
In an instant, Farkas pounced and had Tarrowlyn pinned beneath him again. With a growl, he surged his hips forward and sheathed himself in her tight heat again, forcing a howl of pleasure from his partner.
Their lovemaking was hard, fast, and mind blowingly intense. Farkas was growling his pleasure the entire time as Tarrowlyn yelped and howled everytime he drove into her.
" Tarrowlyn..." Farkas groaned as his breaths fell in harsh, hot pants against her ear. He could feel her tightening around him, feel her orgasm encroaching ever closer. His own was building just as harshly, and he nipped her neck a little.
Thoughts of tearing Farkas' clothing away as she had initially wanted to do had been wiped clean from her mind. Moans, gasps, and cries were echoing through the night as the werewolf behind her claimed her fully, and she screamed his name when he nipped her. This mating was just too damn good to end, and Tarrowlyn moved her head to the side a bit. " Farkas! Please!" Tarrowlyn howled as he continued pounding into her.
Farkas was moaning his pleasure, and his tongue swept out affectionately to run over her neck. Tarrowlyn shivered beneath him at the sensation. His pace had not slowed from the fast, demanding stroke that had overtaken them, and Farkas swore when the pleasure suddenly grew more intense. Shit! Feeling her orgasm like this was much more intense than he thought it would be!
Tarrowlyn howled in ecstasy at the same time Farkas swore more with each deep thrust inside of her. " Farkas!" She screamed as her release kept rolling over her, sending her into it's mind numbing effects.
Farkas felt his own encroaching and with a roar that echoed loudly over the tundra, he slammed himself inside Tarrowlyn as deep as he could. His hips twitched over and over again as his seed filled her, forcing pleasure induced whimpers from his lover from the aftershocks.
" Oh gods..." she breathed, her voice ragged. " That was fantastic."
" Mhmm..." Farkas replied as he panted breathlessly against her neck. Forlan's presence was finally waning and he sighed in relief as he pulled away from her. Despite Tarrowlyn's assurance that she could have handled his wolf, Farkas had been scared he was going to be stuck in that form. This transformation had lasted much longer than any others.
A pair of hands smoothing over his chest brought his mind back to reality and Farkas smiled as Tarrowlyn nuzzled his back affectionately.
" We have to do that one more time before we cleanse ourselves." She whispered breathlessly.
Farkas shook his head even as his brow furrowed. There was no way in the sixteen planes of oblivion he was going to chance that again. " I don't want to chance not coming back Tarrowlyn. That one lasted much too long." He replied worriedly. " I'm scared if I transform again, Forlan might take over. Him and I haven't really seen eye to eye since...Well, you know."
Tarrowlyn kissed her love in an effort to ease his mind. " I had the same fear with Tala after what happened. All you need to do is reestablish which of you is in charge. Remember, our wolven halves draw strength from fear, even if it's our own." She advised, smoothing her fingers down his jawline.
Farkas nodded and he returned the gentle caress. He groaned a little as Tarrowlyn's lips met his own and her fingers lightly fingered the tattered shirt over his chest.
Without any warning, Farkas was on his back and he looked up at his intended bewildered. She had a slightly predatory gleam in her eyes as she looked down at him. He then recalled that same look being given to him after they had fought that dragon near their home. Farkas smirked a little as Tarrowlyn licked her lips. " So that's why you told me to leave my clothing on." He chuckled sexily.
" Yep. Now I get to see how you feel when you tear my clothing away." She said, returning his smirk with a saucy one of her own. " My turn."

Tarrowlyn and Farkas were laying against the grass as they both tried to catch their breaths. She was curled up to him with his arm over her shoulder and Tarrowlyn shuddered as another aftershock rippled through her.

" Damn." She whispered. " I can definitely see the appeal." Tarrowlyn now understood why Farkas had enjoyed shredding her dress that night in Lakeview Manor. It was primal, kinky even.
Farkas' laugh was rich, earnest, and deep in her ears and his chest rumbled pleasantly from it. " Does that mean you're going to let me do that every now and again?" He asked mirthfully.
Tarrowlyn smiled even as he turned her chin up to kiss her. " I think I'm willing to make a few concessions, provided I'm allowed the same." She whispered against his lips.
Farkss chuckled even as content flooded him. " I know I won't mind one bit. That was sexy." He purred.
Tarrowlyn laughed as he kissed her once more and she sighed as Farkas deepened it. She knew what that meant. " No sir. We need to get back to Jorrvaskr before we're caught in our state of undress. At least there, we can make up an excuse that we were in the underforge if someone catches us." She retorted, moving to a standing position before Farkas managed to pin her down for another tumble. She wobbled a little on her feet, her legs feeling like jelly from how good he had put it to her.
Farkas chuckled at the sight she made. " Let's hurry then." He agreed.

Tarrowlyn smiled as she entered the mead hall again. Apparently Vilkas had watched them run off and he had thought ahead to place fresh clothing in there for them. Thank the gods he did too, because Vilkas, Aela, and Thadgier; another new potential, were still up and talking. Tarrowlyn looked at the clock, surprised to find it was only just after midnight. She had been sure it was later than that.

" Are both of you feeling better?" The knowing purr in Aela's voice caused both Companions to flush brightly.
" Much. That stroll was just what we needed." Farkas replied cheekily. He cast a slight glare at Aela, and she laughed. It was no use trying to intimidate her. She had been with the Companions only a few years less than he and Vilkas.
Vilkas shook his head in his mirth as Farkas and Tarrowlyn joined him. Fresh mugs of ale were poured and Farkas drank deeply. He had built up quite a thirst. " Good night you two." He called to Aela and Thadgier as they began making their way towards the living quarters. His brow furrowed in thought as he looked over to his brother. The conversations from Morthal and earlier today, his actions and lack of focus during the trip here, they all had Vilkas worried. Farkas had been so distracted that neither of them had realized Tarrowlyn’s predicament. It irked Vilkas that he was in the same state as his brother, though for different reasons. " Honestly though Farkas. Are you sure you're alright? Knowing that Hestla's still alive was a shock to both of us." He asked his twin.
Farkas nodded even as he met his brother’s gaze. In all actuality, he was feeling better now. Especially knowing that it was only a matter of time before he was skewering that undead bitch on his blade. " I'm fine. Honestly. I can't dwell on the past, not when I have my future here before me." Farkas replied as he looked over to Tarrowlyn. He received a smile and a kiss for that.
Vilkas smirked a little. Even he had to admit that was smooth, especially for his twin. Jealousy flared a little as he thought of the happiness the two had now. Would he have ever been in Farkas' boots, knowing that it was he the dragonborn loved? There was no telling, as Vilkas hadn't had the heart to turn Tarrowlyn's attentions towards himself during Farkas' near eight month absence from Jorrvaskr. It was only then that Vilkas and Tarrowlyn had grown as close as they had. It'll have to be enough from now on. He thought to himself.
" What's with the sour face, Vilkas?" Tarrowlyn asked. There was no teasing in her warm, dulcet tones, just honest curiosity and compassion. She was seated between both the twins, and her hand came up to rest on his forearm, drawing his icy azure gaze to her. Her own verdant gaze was full of acceptance and understanding.
Vilkas swallowed a little thickly. It really was moments like this with her that left him bemoaning his decision. It was for the best though. What Farkas and Tarrowlyn had now was worth any chance that they could have been together. " It's nothing of importance, Tarrowlyn. Just some thoughts that don't need to be there." He replied.
Tarrowlyn shook her head. " It's more than that. I know that much." She countered. Her green gaze was piercing as she locked her eyes to his. " Tell me what's wrong, Vilkas." Such a soft, gentle command. Vilkas could truly see why Kodlak had named Tarrowlyn the new Harbinger. Despite her young age, the two of them were very much alike.
Vilkas shook his head a bit even as he capitulated. " I can't deny I'm jealous, Farkas. Especially when I had every opportunity to turn her into my own arms." He whispered.
Understanding dawned on both Tarrowlyn and Farkas. Vilkas would now forever hold the regret of not taking his own shot at Tarrowlyn.
" Please don't get me wrong. I'm exceedingly happy for the both of you, it's just that I don't foresee myself ever having what both of you have now." Vilkas admitted sadly. He drained his mug dry and stood to top it off with a fresh round. Vilkas needed to get all of them out of this mood, and he had the perfect means of doing so. Even if he knew better than to do so. " Enough of that! Tonight, the three of us are going to celebrate. We have our return trip here to be thankful for, your upcoming marriage, and we still have yet to celebrate Kodlak's life the way he deserved." He held his mug out to both his siblings and they smiled brightly in return. A resounding clack echoed through the hall as they charged their toast and all three companions knocked back the contents of their glasses.

Vilkas knew much better than to drink with Tarrowlyn like this. He had learned his lesson early on not to get into drinking contests with the Harbinger. Yet, here she was, still looking fairly sober even after they had finished a full keg and a half. And where was Vilkas? Pretty drunk, if the way his vision was starting to blur was any indication. Vilkas laughed as Farkas drunkenly finished recanting about how Tarrowlyn had gotten herself trapped in Dustman’s Cairn. He hadn’t really heard it from his brother’s perspective until tonight.

All three of the were boisterous and merry as they kept exchanging tales. Tarrowlyn spoke briefly of her and Farkas’ battle with a dragon, though the way she was telling it had Vilkas’ mind boggled. He was sure there were parts of it she was leaving out on purpose, but to what end? The thoughts didn’t remain there long, as Vilkas changed the conversation to what their plans were for their wedding. The two didn’t have much to say in all honesty. Tarrowlyn wanted to be sure that she would live to see that day, as she had no desire to leave her beloved a widower if she were slain. In essence, it would be when all this business; both with the vampires and the dragons, was finished.
“ You know who I’m jealous of?” Tarrowlyn said out of the blue. Her emerald colored eyes were staring intently at her fresh mug of mead and her finger was circling on the rim. It was obvious to both Farkas and Vilkas that their Harbinger was nearly as ripped as they were; the twins were fairly even in how drunk they currently were. She blushed furiously and shook her head. " Never mind that I said anything. We should all probably hit our bunks soon."
Farkas looked at Tarrowlyn curiously and he looked over to his brother as if asking for advice. Vilkas was no help however. He only shrugged and he leaned closer to her to give her a brotherly kiss on the forehead. Tarrowlyn shuddered a little at Vilkas' proximity and Farkas' brow rose a little more. " What did you mean, Tarrowlyn?" He pressed, smoothing the fingers of the hand closest to her through her hair and down her neck. She couldn’t be thinking what he thought she was, was she?
" Just forget it Farkas. It's unlikely, and besides...It's not proper in the slightest considering we're getting married." She whispered in return. Her eyes were avoiding his, though the fetching blush on her cheeks had only grown redder with her lover’s pressing of the issue. Vilkas' hand clasped her arm supportively as she had done for him earlier, but Farkas' fingers were teasing, drawing small featherlight circles against her skin. The dynamic forced another pleasurable shudder through her. Her drunken mind was playing through every single fantasy that she had harbored in recent months and her temperature began steadily rising. Gods, she was going to have to ravish Farkas again before they fell asleep.
It was Vilkas' turn to raise his brow in curiosity. That statement held a lot more weight than the young Harbinger realized. Whatever Tarrowlyn was thinking, it was more than likely sexual in nature. Vilkas was certain of that. Especially if her current actions were anything to go by. " If you honestly believe it to be that unlikely, there's no harm in continuing what you were saying then." He prodded, his voice holding just the slightest purr to it. It was a signal he and his brother utilized, though it had been a few years since either had used it last.
Farkas' eyes widened a little in understanding and he looked over to his bride consideringly. He had worried that what had happened in Bloated Man's Grotto had left her scared and scarred against such musings. His lover was much stronger than he had given her credit for. Tarrowlyn's blushed deepened and he felt her temperature flare under his fingers. Her pulse was quickening as well, though Farkas did not cease his teasings.
" Don't make me say it aloud Vilkas." Tarrowlyn countered. " As I said, it's honestly nothing more than a brief, inappropriate, passing thought."
Farkas looked to Vilkas subvertly. The two had come to know the signals a woman gave when she was interested for a tangle. Not just with one or the other, but with both of them at once. Farkas' main concern was Tarrowlyn's reaction if the three of them did agree to such a liaison. She had been raped by almost thirty men, with them taking her two or three at a time before she had slaughtered them. Was she really and truly ready for such an experience? If so, would he even allow it? His mark was under his thumb as he rubbed her neck a little more. For all intents and purposes, they were mates and already married. The wedding; when they finally decided they were ready, would only make it official on paper.
However, he trusted his brother explicitly, Farkas mused drunkenly. Besides, it had been a very long time since they had done anything like this. In the end, the decision was Tarrowlyn's. " What is it love?" Farkas purred enticingly against her ear, as well as giving his brother his consent to continue his own ministrations. His warm breath fanned against her skin, making her shudder in delight. Vilkas' fingers were drawing the same circles on Tarrowlyn's forearm now, and her breath hitched audibly. He trusted both of them that this would probably never happen again after he and Tarrowlyn were married. Not unless all three of them got hammered like this again.
Tarrowlyn shuddered a little more as Farkas' leg began rubbing hers sensually between their clothing. This was torture! Pure, unadulterated torture! It was almost as if both men were working her up like this on purpose! " Farkas, I won't say it." She retorted adamantly, though her voice wavered a bit. Gods! And men complained that women were nothing but teases!
Vilkas couldn't help but smirk and he looked to his brother for a moment. Farkas was allowing him this one chance to know Tarrowlyn deeper, though Vilkas would never betray his trust once the night was over. Farkas had landed Tarrowlyn fair and square after all. " I can bet I know what you're thinking of, though why Farkas would have said anything is beyond me." Vilkas said knowingly and Tarrowlyn's eyes went wide even as Farkas' hand under the table began teasing her all the more. Oh yes, she had an all too familiar look in her eyes, though the fact that they were flashing between green and gold in her growing arousal was a delightful indication that she was willing for such a tryst.
" She asked me after we had been drinking one night a few months ago. I thought she had forgotten about it." Farkas retorted, that same sensual tone ringing through Tarrowlyn's ears. Apparently not...Farkas thought with a small smirk.
Tarrowlyn flushed brighter than her hair. Oh good gods, they knew what she had been thinking?! She suddenly felt Farkas teeth nibble gently on her ear and she shuddered in pure, unadulterated pleasure. Oh sweet Dibella, this was getting so intense so quickly! Tarrowlyn felt as if her heart was going to hammer right out of her breast!
“ He’s right you know…” Farkas whispered, his hot breath fanning deliciously over her neck. “...We can both smell you...Such as sweet, heady aroma.” He made a big show of inhaling through his nose and Tarrowlyn held her breath. She couldn't deny what they were doing to her after all. His fingers were caressing the inside of her thigh, just shy of the apex of her thighs. Thank the gods Tarrowlyn had had the forethought for them to bathe earlier before they had returned.
Vilkas liked to savor women to the fullest after all. So did Farkas and he felt his arousal pulse at the lurid thoughts flying through his mind. Gods, he wanted this more than anything now. All reservations were gone and they had been replaced with nothing but unrestrained want. It had been years since the twins had tag teamed a woman. The fact that he wanted to share Tarrowlyn with his brother if only once spoke volumes.
" The question is, Tarrowlyn, do you honestly want that from both of us?" Farkas purred seductively in her ear.

A/N: See what I mean? The next chapter is going to be another lemon, and it's going to be a hell of a treat to write. If you have any suggestions or critiques, I would love to read them. See you next chapter!
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