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The Second War	By : xjoedirtx Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 5025 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Brellin Blackleaf sat in the living room of Breezehome, reading a copy of Immortal Blood. It was by far among his favorite books in the collection he had amassed in his home. Brellin, a Bosmer legate in the Imperial army, had always loved to read, especially tales of combat, adventure, and politics. Before he came of fighting age, when he was still a boy growing up in the highlands of Colovia, his mother would read him stories of political intrigue and cultural histories. His father, on the other hand, read him stories of great battles and his Bosmeri heritage, especially his lineage, which consisted of many great assassins, thieves, and warriors. Of course, the skills of stealth combat had been passed down to Brellin by his father, shortly before his father was murdered by the Thalmor.
            Although the Legion was allied with the Thalmor, Brellin knew that the peace treaty written at the end of the Great War, when he was only five years old, was necessary to keep the Empire in a position to rebuild its strength. He knew that one day, the war would see a second round, and he knew which side he would be on.
            “Are you coming to bed, Brellin?” called a voice from upstairs. His wife, Aela the Huntress, came down the stairs slowly, wearing the brown robe that he had bought for her as a mark of his affection. “It’s getting late.”
            Brellin looked at the Dwemer timepiece that he had captured from a ruin once, and noticed that it was shortly after midnight, later than he had thought.
            “I’ll be up shortly, my love,” he replied. “I’m almost finished with this chapter, and the fire is almost out.”
            Aela nodded and smiled, then returned upstairs. Brellin finished his book and replaced it on the bookshelf near the hearth in the center of the room. As he stood up, he heard footsteps coming downstairs. Assuming it was his wife, he turned to face her, and was met with a kiss on the lips. However, it wasn’t Aela that kissed him. It was his housecarl, Lydia.
            “Lydia, what are you doing?” Brellin whispered after breaking the kiss. He looked at Lydia, who was wearing a blue sleeping robe.
            “Brellin,” she whispered back, “you know what I am doing. You can’t tell me you don’t miss our times together.”
            Shocked by her actions, but sobered by her words, Brellin nodded. “Of course I do, Lydia. But I’m married now. We can’t do this anymore.”
            Lydia smiled, shook her head, and pushed Brellin gently against the wall. “That’s where you’re wrong, my thane. We can do whatever we want, so long as we don’t wake her.” She ran her lips against his neck and moved a hand to the crotch of his pants, cupping his genitals through them. “I miss feeling you inside of me,” she quietly whined. “I miss the times in the wilds, when we would fuck after clearing caves and towers. I want you to lay into me like you did at Bard’s Leap, and Cragslane, and Greywater. Do you remember?”
            Brellin began to feel himself getting harder at her touch, remembering the various times they had been driven from bloodlust to passion after slaying trolls, or bandits. He moved his hands down her back, cupping under her rear and pulling her body against his. She responded by rubbing her hand against his crotch and tightening her free hand’s grip on the back of his neck. She moved her lips to his and they began panting heavily, feeling their bodies heat up.
            “You must keep quiet, Lydia,” whispered Brellin. “We can’t wake-“
            “Your wife?” came a voice from the stairs. Brellin looked away from Lydia to see Aela standing halfway down the stairs, arms folded and eyes brimming with anger.
            Brellin moved Lydia to the side and stepped forward, staring into the eyes of his wife. “How long have you been there?”
            “Long enough,” she replied, turning to go upstairs. Brellin followed and met her in the bedroom.
            “Let me expla-“ he tried to get out before a dagger was thrust against his throat. He could feel the anger behind Aela’s blade. She didn’t cut, only pressed. But he knew that one wrong word and his blood would be all over the floor.
            “Explain what?” she replied. “That you would rather fuck your housecarl than your wife? Do you not remember what you and I did in the wild as well? And our celebrations after finishing contracts?”
            Brellin looked her directly in the eyes, remembering every time they had sex in their relationship. Of course, it was after he had been assigned Lydia as his guard. “I do.”
            Aela, always the strong-willed Companion, broke her cold exterior and began to cry. She lowered her blade from Brellin’s throat and sheathed it, moving to sit on the bed. “Then would you rather have her? That milk-drinker, instead of me?”
            “Who are you calling a milk-drinker, you beast-woman!?” shouted Lydia from the doorway. At this, Aela jumped from the bed, hand on her dagger, and nearly dashed at Lydia. Lydia did the same. They were both stopped when Brellin put himself between them, using all of his strength to keep the two women from annihilating each other.
            “Stop! Stop, damn it!” he cried while they both pushed forward. They stopped at his request, but kept their looks of resentment.
            “What will it take for you two to calm down?” he asked. “What must be done?”
            “She needs to leave,” Aela said, while coldly pointing at Lydia. “I can’t have her in this household.”
            “No, you need to leave,” replied Lydia, pointing at Aela. “We were perfectly fine until you came along.”
            Brellin shook his head. He turned to his wife. “I cannot have her leave. She is my housecarl, and has been assigned to protect me and my belongings, and swore an oath to never leave my side.” Lydia smiled, but then Brellin turned to face her. “Likewise, I cannot have Aela leave. She is my wife, and I swore an oath to her under the gods to never leave her side. Until death. You two must come up with a way to share me, or come up with another solution. Because I can’t have either of you leave. I won’t have either of you leave.”
            The two women took a step back, and gave Brellin apologetic looks. Lydia spoke first.
            “I apologize, my thane,” she said. “I cared only for my own personal satisfaction, when I should have been looking out for your well-being.”
            “I’m sorry too,” said Aela. “I’m acting like a child. But you are my husband. You promised yourself to me and me alone. Nobody else.”
            Brellin nodded. “I did, and I’m sorry too.” He leaned in and kissed her to seal his apology. When he pulled away, he turned to Lydia, who had looked away.
            Suddenly, Aela developed a devilish smirk that Brellin knew all too well from their many times celebrating.
            “I have an idea,” she said, with a hint of mischief in her voice. “You said we need to come up with a way to share you? I think I know what we can do.”
            She moved over to Lydia and slid a hand into the fold of her robe, pushing it to the side and revealing a portion of her bare skin underneath. She then used her other hand to push the other side away, entirely revealing her nude body.
            “What are you doing?” asked Lydia incredulously.
            “He wants us to get along,” she replied. “Let’s get along.”
            Aela moved closer, until her face was within an inch of Lydia’s. She closed the distance and planted a brief kiss on her lips. Lydia, shocked, just stood there without resistance. Taking this to be acceptance, Aela went back in for another kiss, this time holding it longer, and with slightly more force. Lydia finally gave in to the situation, and moved her hands to Aela’s back, pulling her closer. Brellin, who stood just a couple feet away, watched silently in awe.
            Aela broke the kiss and slid Lydia’s robe backwards. Lydia helped and moved her arms back, allowing it to fall from her body to the floor, revealing herself to Aela. Aela followed suit and opened her robe, letting it fall and revealing herself. Aela looked to Lydia’s pubic area, which was completely hairless. She smiled as Lydia looked down to her own region, seeing the thin patch of light brown hair, neatly trimmed into a triangle stemming outwards from the tip of her clitoral hood. Aela’s breasts were small, but still had great definition to them. Lydia, on the other hand, had a pair of breasts that were easily D-cups. Brellin smiled, since the last time he had seen them was months ago, before he joined the Companions and met Aela. Since then, their rare sexual encounters were done in secret, and nearly always fully clothed.
            Lydia moved her hand between Aela’s legs, parting them a small bit, enough to trail her fingers down the pink slit. Aela began to fondle Lydia’s large breasts, kneading them and rubbing her nipples with the pads of her fingers. Lydia brought her fingers from between Aela’s thighs, and licked her now-soaked flesh.
            “Mmm, you’re really wet, ma’am,” she said to Aela.
            “I was getting ready for Brellin before I found you two,” Aela replied. She turned to Brellin, who had begun to stroke himself through his pants. “I think it’s time we got you involved in this, my love.”
            The girls broke their embrace and moved towards Brellin, easing him down onto the bed back-first. Aela climbed up onto the bed, pulling his shirt over his head, while Lydia got onto her knees and pulled his pants off, throwing them to the floor. She then removed his underwear, allowing his penis to pop free and point skyward. He was close to eight inches, which was above average for a Bosmer, but still smaller than Orcs, and much smaller than a Redguard. Both Lydia and Aela had been on the receiving end of him before, and both had loved it. This time, however, was different. They would be sharing it.
            Aela reached downwards, putting her left hand around his member and gently stroking it while looking into his eyes. Lydia, not one to be upstaged by anybody, put her lips around his tip and began to lightly slide up and down while flicking it with her tongue, all while looking up at him. Brellin was so entranced by the unison of both women that he could barely muster sound at the pleasure. He moved one hand to Aela’s rear and gripped it firmly, and the other to the back of Lydia’s head, entangling his fingers in her hair.
            Suddenly, Lydia pulled her head off of his penis, and looked at Aela. The two made eye contact, and nodded. Aela took her hand off of him, and licked her palm, smiling. Lydia made her way between Brellin’s legs, and placed her large breasts on either side of his rock-solid penis, pushing them against it. As she began to squeeze them around him and rub them up and down his member, Aela turned to face Lydia, and moved down to resume what Lydia had been doing, leaving her exposed backside open to Brellin. He always loved seeing her legs together while she was on her knees. The lips made a shape that he could never resist.
            Brellin put his right hand on Aela’s hip, and moved his left to massage her protruding slit. He rubbed along the lips, putting pressure on her clit when he came to it. After a few passes, he slid a finger into her, prompting a moan from her.
            “Ohh!” cried Aela. She began rocking back and forth, helping Brellin’s finger in penetrating her. Lydia leaned down and licked the precum from Brellin’s penis, then kissed Aela, allowing her to taste it.
            Lydia stood up, and put her legs on either side of Brellin’s body. She moved forward, putting her knees on the bed, and positioned herself over his penis, while Aela took it into her hand and held it in place. Lydia eased herself down onto him, inch by inch. She gasped, and cringed up her face as it entered her. It hurt, but she liked it. She hadn’t had him inside of her in months, and the rush of it hit her in all the right ways. Finally, her waist made contact with his, and she leaned forward, putting her hands on his chest. Lydia began to rock her hips, feeling every bit of him sliding along inside of her as she quietly moaned in pleasure.
            Aela got up onto her knees, and placed them on either side of Brellin’s head, lowering herself onto his face, lips dripping onto his waiting tongue. When she was close enough, he grabbed her thighs and pulled her to where only air was between them. He dove his tongue into her wet opening, tasting her juices and feeling her warmth. He pulled it out and began to run it along her slit, eliciting a long string of moans from his wife, who began to grind herself against his tongue, her animalistic side beginning to show itself as it always did.
            “Brellin!” cried Aela as he lapped at her clit, “Ohh! Yes!! Mmm!!”
            The pressure of Lydia’s tight slit around his penis and the taste of Aela’s against his tongue nearly drove him to orgasm, but he forced it back down to last for his two women. Suddenly, Aela began to grind herself harder, while Lydia sped up her own rocking, both of them stringing moans in near unison. Brellin felt Lydia tightening around him, as well as Aela around his tongue. Seconds later, both girls reached explosive orgasms, almost simultaneously. They both leaned forward, digging their fingernails into Brellin’s sides and chest, screaming in pleasure and going rigid from the orgasms. Despite how much he wanted to spray his seed at that moment, Brellin again forced himself to hold back.
            When the girls had recovered, they laughed in between breaths, and leaned forward to kiss each other. They broke the kiss and removed themselves from their positions atop Brellin.
            “Your turn,” Lydia said to Aela, smiling slyly.
            “Not yet,” replied Aela, crawling to Brellin’s member. “I wanna taste you on him.”
            Aela put her lips around Brellin’s penis, her tongue cupped around the underside, and began to bob up and down, slowly, taking in every drop of Lydia’s cum that drenched it. Lydia, in turn, got onto her back and slid herself under Aela’s legs, grabbing onto her lower back and pulling her slit down. She plunged her tongue into Aela’s opening and took her entire clitoral hood into her mouth, lightly sucking her cum off while pleasing the other woman’s clit.
            When Aela was done, she reached down and grabbed Lydia by the hair, pushing her against her open vulva. Aela was about to get up to mount Brellin, when he stopped her.
            “Wait,” he said, getting up into a sitting position. “Stay like that.” Lydia, figuring what he was about to do, moved from her position behind Aela to in front of her. She got on her back, legs spread before Aela’s hungry mouth. Brellin planted his hands firmly on Aela’s rear and positioned himself just outside of her opening. As he entered her, she closed her eyes and arched her back, howling in a way close to how she would when turning into her werewolf form. Lydia put a hand behind Aela’s neck, and pulled her face down between her thighs, bringing Aela’s lips into contact with hers for the first time.
            “Fuck yes!” cried Aela as Brellin plunged himself deep into her. She tried to hold her screams of pleasure in by burying her face in Lydia’s bright pink folds, but it only caused Lydia to exclaim her own screams of pleasure. She entwined her fingers in Aela’s hair and pulled her face against the wetness of her lips. Aela reached forward and squeezed Lydia’s left breast, while Lydia moved her right hand from Aela’s hair and began to massage her other breast.
            The sight before him pushed Brellin to the edge. He knew he was going to come soon, but he wanted to push his wife over before he did. He tightened his grip on her waist and began to thrust with greater force, slamming into Aela like never before. His balls slapped against her clitoris, causing them both to feel even more pleasure from it.
            However, Aela wasn’t the first to finish. Lydia began to release strings of powerful moans, and within seconds she pulled Aela’s face from her slit and sprayed her chest, neck, and face with streams of her cum. She moved her hand down to her clit and squeezed it, forcing out more spurts of her female cum and drenching Aela’s body. The sheer shock of Lydia’s squirting orgasm, and the taste of it on her lips, sent Aela into a violent orgasm, pushing herself back and forcing Brellin all the way inside of her spasming hole.
            Having both women come so powerfully in front of him sent Brellin over the edge. He pushed Aela off of him and onto her back, positioned himself between her legs, and blasted his cum onto her stomach, reaching up as far as her breasts. He continued to stroke himself, elongating his orgasm. When he finished, he fell to Aela’s left, as Lydia lay on her right, all three breathing heavily, struggling to catch their breath. He looked at his wife, drenched in both his own and Lydia’s cum, and she smiled up at him. She then turned to Lydia.
            “I think we’ll get along just fine from now on,” she panted, pulling Lydia in for a passionate kiss. When they parted, she turned to her husband, and pulled him in for a kiss. Lydia moved her fingertips to Aela’s stomach and began to swirl the cum together, sucking it off her fingers when she was done.
            From downstairs, there was a knock at the door. The three looked at each other, worried that they had been loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood. There was another knock, this one more forceful, followed by a voice.
            “Legate Blackleaf,” cried a voice in a subtle Nordic accent. “Legate Blackleaf, are you home?”
            Brellin got up from the bed, dressed himself in a robe, and proceeded downstairs. He opened the door and was greeted by two Imperial soldiers, and Hadvar, a Praefect in the legion and one of his closest friends.
            “Hadvar!” exclaimed Brellin at the sight of his friend. “So good to see you, friend. I didn’t know you were in the city. What do you need?”
            Hadvar had a solid look about his face, but broke it, and smiled and laughed to greet Brellin. “Good to see you too, Brellin. I’ve just arrived, actually. Special assignment from General Tullius.”
            Brellin stepped outside and shut the door behind him. “What’s the situation?” he said, sobering his expression.
            Hadvar grinned. “We’re going to war with the Dominion.”
            Shocked, Brellin folded his arms. “What do you mean?”
            “I mean we’re burning the Concordat and disposing of the Thalmor,” he replied. “For good. Legate Rikke led a battalion of troops to destroy Northwatch Keep. It fell in two days. When that was over with, I led a group of men to take the Embassy and capture the Ambassador. My assignment was to transport Ambassador Elenwen to Dragonsreach for her execution.”
            Brellin smiled, knowing that it was finally time to push the traitorous Dominion out, and return the Empire to its former glory. One thing confused him, though.
            “Why did you come to tell me this now? Why not wait until I report to the castle in the morning?” he asked.
            “Because you are to be the executioner.”
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