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Marriage to the Dragonborn	By : cisdesir Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 7854 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The morning after was a bit awkward but Ysolda quickly busied herself selling and buying wares with the ever watchful Farkas. That night she bought another stay at the inn. The innkeeper showed them to their room and instead of leading Farkas to a neighboring room he simply bode them a good night. Farkas carefully followed Ysolda into the room. "You wish me to stand guard tonight?" He asked. Ysolda glanced at him over her shoulder and smirked.
"Ysolda-" Farkas' eyebrows furrowed and he started opening his mouth. She turned around and crossed her arms. "I've ordered dinner be brought up to our room and a bath. It should be here shortly." She sat down by the fireplace. "Pour me a drink." She gestured vaguely to a dresser in the corner next to Farkas. He turned and saw that there was a tray with a jug of wine and two goblets. He dutifully poured her a full drink and brought it to her. He took leave of himself to sit down next to her.
Her green eyes flitted back to the Companion. "Someone is hired for a job. Do they follow the instructions and whims of the one who pays or the one who hires?" Ysolda raised an eyebrow.
Farkas leaned back in his seat and met her gaze. He clearly saw her analogy but played dumb. "I don't know. I suppose that's complicated. What would you say?"
Ysolda swirled the dark red liquid in her goblet. "I guess one could debate that first, it's best to follow the wishes of the one who hires, however, the one who pays most likely holds more leverage. Yes?" Farkas tipped his chin downwards quickly, indicating agreement. They quickly turned their heads towards the knocking at the door. Farkas got up and opened the door, returning with a tray of two bowls and a plate of bread.
It was beef soup this time, with some vegetables Farkas could discern in the dark broth. Ysolda took the bowl and tore up some bread, dipping it into the soup and bringing it to her mouth. She took a bite and the dark liquid dribbled down her chin. She slowly wiped it up with a finger and sucked on it. Her green eyes flashed as she looked into Farkas' face. He watched impassively.
"If one who hires, wouldn't they also be the one to fire?" He asked. Ysolda leaned back in her seat. "That may be true; but why would they need to terminate someone's position, particularly if they are generally ignorant of what goes on?"
"It only takes one person to say something."
"And who would that one person possibly be?"
"Either one. Anyone."
"Why would the paying boss tell hiring about illicit going-ons? Wouldn't they have more to lose, due to the nature of their relationship?"
Farkas groaned in frustration. He always appreciated it when people were direct and this conversation was really hurting his brain. He slammed his palm down on the table.
"Look, girl: say we fuck tonight. Then I fuck someone else. You go crying to papa because you thought it was true love. What then?" Farkas harshly tore his loaf of bread apart and scooped up some meat with potatoes into his mouth, chewing furiously.
"What makes you think I'm that immature?" Ysolda's brows knitted with confusion. "Women are all the same."
Ysolda scoffed. "Oh for Talos' sake! No we're not. You are so determined about seeing me less than I really am. I am sick of this constant infantilizing. I've lived through the same times as you. I'm not naive and I'm definitely not Father's little girl. If I don't want him to know, he's not going to fucking know. Is it just that you can't stand me or what?"
Farkas finally smirked. "The opposite."
Ysolda tossed aside her plates. She leaned forward across the small table. "Then come and get it already, you glorified sellsword." Her chair scraped on the floor as she stood up. In one swift motion she pulled the leather strings out of the corset eyelets and her dress fell to the floor.
All caution Farkas had went soaring out of the open window. The legs of the other chair scrambled along on the floor. Farkas' armored boots thudded on the floor. Their lips met, finally.
He pressed her close to him and shoved his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues caressed each other forcefully and his hand slid down her back, grasping her firm ass. Ysolda's fingers fumbled over Farkas' armor snaps and in no time the armor was clattering noisily on the floor. He yanked his shirt and pants off, pushing Ysolda towards the mattress. He lifted her onto the bed, climbing on his knees behind her. Ysolda scooted forward, on her front. Farkas lowered himself on top of her, until he was laying on her back. The redhead parted her legs and Farkas rocked his stiff member until he found her cunt. It was already moist and the head slid in between her lips. Ysolda gasped and rolled her hips back and forth, rubbing on his stiff cock.
That night quickly went by in a blur of fucking, moaning, kissing, sucking, licking and fucking. She had come first, writhing under him with her legs wrapped as tightly around his hips as she could manage and moaning into his mouth. He had come shortly after, spilling his seed over her stomach. They fell asleep in each other's arms. In the middle of the night he awoke to her fumbling around the bed. She climbed across his body reaching for the lantern. Farkas lifted his hands and ran around her silhouette, reveling in the feel of her silken skin. Clearly those indulgent skin moisturizing balms she bought, while trading, were for herself. "What did you need?" He asked, his voice a whisper.
"I wanted to go find my sleeping clothes." Farkas pulled Ysolda back to next to him and lifted the sheets over her. "Why?" He questioned as he planted a few kisses on her neck, nibbling and licking on her collarbone. "I'll just take it off." He ran his fingers through her hair. They kissed deeply again and as he pulled back for air, Ysolda giggled. "I guess you have a point there. I'll just stay here. Naked."
Farkas smirked in the soft flicker of the bedside lantern. "Exactly how I like my women." Their lips met again. "You're a decent kisser. You know, for such a brute." Ysolda teased. Farkas cocked an eyebrow and moved his lips to her neck, trailing slowly down her chest. Ysolda murmured quizzically and Farkas raised his eyes up at her. "Let's find out how well a brute kisses your other set of lips." His lips nuzzled the skin below her stomach and he nibbled at her thigh. His tongue dragged over from her thigh to down her cunt, teasing the thick slit. He pushed her legs up and wider apart for better access. She complied, pulling her knees up by hooking her hands underneath.
Farkas slid a hand underneath her ass while the other parted her cunt. He found her pleasure button quickly- it was already engorged and juice was flowing slowly down her cunt. While he performed, his thumb slowly crept up her ass, tracing the valley into her asshole. Ysolda either noticed and didn't mind or was too preoccupied to realize that he was deliberately making small circular strokes around the puckered hole. Soon enough she came.
Ysolda's head thrust back into the pillow as she moaned Farkas' name and her fingers combed into his head, pushing him into her cunt. Her juices spread all over his face as she rubbed herself into his mouth. He felt her muscles relax and her legs lowering around his shoulders. Farkas gave into temptation and made wide licks up and down the top of her slit, as he knew her clit would be too sensitive for further simulation. He slowly crept his tongue down further and further with each pass until he was licking the top of her ass crevice. He shortened his strokes and slid between her cheeks, the tip of his tongue pressed into her asshole.
That caused a reaction- Ysolda jerked upright. "Farkas! What was that?" He pulled his head up and climbed back on top of her. "That was my tongue on your tight asshole. Did you really need a description?" Even in the soft glow, he could see her blush. "I- well-" she began, stammering.
"If you liked it, turn over and you'll get more." He said directly. She hesitated and he was almost positive she would refuse.
Ysolda got on her elbows and turned over, laying on her front. Farkas wordlessly followed her spine with his tongue, following as it led into the top of her crevice. He slid two fingers into her wet cunt and he pulled back. "Courtesy these days is to spread your ass so I can get in there better."
He normally wouldn't speak to Ysolda this crudely but he couldn't resist embarrassing her. Despite putting up a convincing front, the redheaded Nord was clearly inexperienced. She surprised him by parting her legs almost instantly and snapping her arms back, her fingers pushing her ass apart. Her hips lifted a few inches, supported by her chest and knees. "Better?" She asked. He could hear the tinge of nervousness in her voice but he pressed on. He cut to the chase and flattened his tongue right up against her asshole, massaging the rough ridges. He licked that tight hole, endlessly tracing and massaging and thrusting the tip of his tongue inside. At first Ysolda was tense, but by now she was moaning and sighing softly. Farkas was able to get all the length of his tongue into her. She pushed back her ass to meet his tongue fucking.
Ysolda removed one hand from spreading her ass and moved it to the front. Farkas could feel that she was rubbing herself frantically. He thrusted his fingers out of her cunt while he fucked her ass with his stiff tongue. He pulled back quickly and saw that the puckered hole was so relaxed it took a while to snap back shut, leaving a gap when he slid his tongue out. He shifted his fingers so that the last two fingers were now inside her cunt, moved the first two fingers up and slid it immediately into her ass. Ysolda yelped and jerked as her orgasm exploded.
She bit into her pillow and her arms moved back up to grab fistfuls of blankets as she bucked around Farkas' fingers. He felt her ass and cunt throb around his fingers and he quickened his thrusts until her orgasm subsided, then he slowly removed them. He replaced his fingers with his tongue back into her ass. This time, he slowly massaged around her puckered hole, tracing the circle, licking up and down, sometimes lapping some cunt juice and spreading it around her ass.
He lifted himself up on his hands and crawled up Ysolda's back to get closer to her face. Her eyes were closed and a smile played on her lips. He dropped to his side next to her and fell asleep with his hand resting on her ass.
The next time he awoke, it was dawn and Ysolda was straddling him. He caught her gaze and she grinned mischievously. "I saw you were ready for the day and I figured I would hate to miss that opportunity." Farkas' eyebrow raised slowly. "By all means." He motioned with his chin for her to help herself.
Ysolda gripped his erection and guided it into herself. His hands crawled up her legs and rested on her hips as she began her rhythm. She started slow, but with his urging soon she was lifting herself almost all the way up and rushing down. Farkas pulled her down so her breasts swung in his face. He brushed his thumb over a nipple and raised his back so he could bring her breast to his mouth. He brought his other hand up and squeezed and rubbed the nipple. That elicited a moan from his female partner. Farkas sucked harder and had his fingers match the pace of his swirling tongue. Ysolda rode him until she came. She fell on Farkas' chest, grinding her cunt on his groin, shaking from her orgasm. Farkas moved his hand from her breast and lowered it down her back until his fingertips teased her parted ass. His hand crept downwards her crevice until he found her asshole again. She had surprised him last night and he was not going to pass up any opportunities to explore his favorite part of a woman. He felt her pucker throb slowly, the aftereffects of her orgasm. His middle finger traced her hole lightly and rubbed it up and down.
Ysolda lifted her head to look at him in the eyes. Her cheeks were red and her eyes heavy with lust. She stretched her neck until her lips brushed against his. They kissed like that, him fingering her asshole while his cock was still inside her and his other hand massaged her breast. As they kissed passionately, his cock slowly softened and finally slipped out. Farkas muttered for Ysolda to excuse him as he slipped out of the bed. He knew if he didn't take his morning piss he wouldn't get anywhere close to an orgasm, and his bladder was painfully full.
When he returned, Ysolda was out of bed and getting dressed – to his disappointment. He snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her slender frame. Farkas planted kisses on Ysolda's shoulder as he pulled down her dress from her shoulders to her waist and groped her exposed breasts. "Well, well. You didn't take long to completely rid of any and all notions about honor you were claiming you held so hard." Ysolda smirked. Farkas didn't answer as his hand slid down her stomach, under her dress, into her groin. His fingertip nudged into the beginning of her cunt, teasing the pleasure bud he found between the folds. Ysolda tilted her head back onto him and took a deep breath. He circled her clit for a few minutes before suddenly pulling out and stepping back. Ysolda swayed, almost losing balance, and glanced at him confusedly. "I think you've got wares to sell." Farkas smirked, picking up his smallclothes and putting them back on. She scowled. "I do. I'll just have to get back to you for that."
His fingertip nudged into the beginning of her cunt, teasing the pleasure bud he found between the folds. Ysolda tilted her head back onto him and took a deep breath. He circled her clit for a few minutes before suddenly pulling out and stepping back. Ysolda swayed, almost losing balance, and glanced at him confusedly. "I think you've got wares to sell." Farkas smirked, picking up his smallclothes and putting them back on. She scowled. "I do. I'll just have to get back to you for that."
One of the hidden reasons Farkas had for not seducing her was that he saw her infatuation with him early on. He was hesitant that she would fall in love with him, and he didn't like how that sort of thing ended. He was also worried about spoiling their business relationship. However, as time went on it was clear she just really wanted his cock. They fucked relentlessly and he never again slept alone. For the many months after that, he did his job and she continued to pay him on time. It appeared they had an unspoken arrangement that they were more than sexually compatible and they would satisfy each other's urges. Sometimes they would crave each other so much they'd pull over their caravan and get in the back to do the deed.
He had countless memories of them fucking under the stars until they came. She loved having her ass played with and he always got his tongue or a few fingers in her tight asshole pretty much every session. But it didn't occur to him that she may have wanted a real cock in the back. Looking back, he realized she was quite uninhibited for a supposedly innocent young lady.
Nonetheless, no discussion or expectations about elevating their arrangement into exclusivity ever came up. Sometimes when she had a late night balancing her ledger, he would get drunk in the common room and follow some random woman to her own bed in the inn. She never mentioned that, either. Ysolda must have known, because he would show up in the wee hours, disheveled and smelling of sex/mead, to climb into the bed they shared. It appeared she didn't have any illusions. Gazing into the half eaten sweetroll in his hands, Farkas wondered (he was developing a terrible habit of this) what she would have said if he...
"Farkas?" Her question cut through his muddled thoughts and hooked him back into reality. He shook his head and looked up. "Eh?"
"You got really quiet for a minute there." He smiled in response. "I was recalling from when we toured Tamriel a long time ago."
It was Ysolda's turn to smile. "Yes, that was a rich experience. I have many fond memories myself."
"I was just wondering how we managed... Ah forget it."
"Without falling in love?" Ysolda raised an eyebrow. He nodded and averted his gaze.
She leaned back in her seat. "Yes, it's rather surprising. We were so compatible, I sometimes thought we'd have made quite the couple. And if we even got married, I would get protection for free! Now that'd certainly have saved me some money." Ysolda laughed dryly at her own joke. She averted her gaze. "I couldn't bring myself to ask, especially after you made it such a big deal in the beginning. And you never said a word of your feelings... I was afraid I would end up looking foolish."
"And here we are."
Ysolda tilted her chin in a quick nod. "I'm still single, and you're trapped in a loveless marriage." She chuckled wryly. Farkas' eyebrows shot up in surprise. She scoffed, waving her hand at him. "Everyone knows Freya Dragonbane hasn't been home in months and you're not travelling with her. It's all the talk of Whiterun. Word has it she picked up some mercenary in Riften and is doing Talos knows what with him. Emptying barrows of loot probably." Farkas shrugged in mutual agreement and sighed. "It seems you know more about her than I do." Ysolda answered with an amused smile. "You hear she fled Windhelm?" He furrowed his eyebrows. "What?"
"Yes, Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak invited her to dinner and it appears he was attempting to convince her to join his cause. She refused and he forbid her from coming back until she changed her mind. She left that night on that spooky black horse of hers. That was sometime last month?"
Farkas finished his drink and was silent in thought for a while. "I didn't realize Freya would have Imperial leanings... I don't care much for politics, but that part surprises me."
"Ah yes, well having the Dragonborn on your side is quite a weapon indeed. She's popular with everyone and she's a formidable opponent with a wide skill set. It may be just that she's biding her time to see which side will suit her the most. I hardly doubt she can go on without choosing a side indefinitely."
"She's not on my side, I know that. I never know when she'll be back or where she's off to. She doesn't inform me of her happenings."
Ysolda smiled sympathetically. "I think I speak for all of Whiterun that we were simply floored when you left Carlotta. We may not have been in love, but you and her- that was true love if I ever saw it. And now you and Freya. Life can be kind of cruel and unexpected, can't it?" Ysolda went on as she stood up to clear their plates and she glanced at him. "If you need someone to warm your bed, well. You should very well know I can keep a secret. And I think it's okay to, well, you know, take advantage of other opportunities... if your marriage's terrible... Or for other reasons. Like if it's a political arrangement." She said cautiously as she turned away to put the dishes on her dining table.
He got on his feet. "If I take you up on it now though, I think we know we wouldn't come out there until tomorrow. I don't think we need this controversy in bright daylight." Ysolda smirked and nodded quietly as her cheeks flushed slightly. "You have a point. It was a nice visit, regardless." They stood there in silence. Farkas was tempted to pull her into a hug but he knew that could escalate quite easily. He gave her a brief nod and went to the door. The tension dissipated when he turned the knob and stepped outside. Ysolda walked up behind him and waved him off. Only an hour had passed, and he didn't think anyone saw him entering or exiting her house.
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