Disclaimer: I do not own the Elder Scroll series. It is property of Bethesda and the guy who wrote it.
AN: I've gotten my foot into Skyrim and I'm addicted to it. Litterly, I'm addicted to it. I have withdrawls if I don't play it. This is a Dovakin X Farkas pairing. There is a lot of Companion stuff in this so here's a big fat SPOILER ALERT with a slight side of Dawn Guard SPOILER ALERT! There will be foul language, sex, and violence. Look for the Code Geass references I think there are two.
EVE TRIOLOGY NOTE: To those of you following my mk fanfic. I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to retype everything I had. And believe me I had a lot, so I'm pretty frustrated about that. A friend recommended I load it in chapters so when I start retyping it I think that's what I'll do. It'll probably take me a year or so to complete it, but I owe you guys at least some chapters for hanging in there with me.
Fonn the ember lass, marched up the hill for Whiterun, accompanied by her trustworthy friend Serana. She wore Dadric armor head to toe, equipped with the mace of Molog Bal.
"Are you sure about this, Fonn? I mean we've been through so much together," Serana spoke with unrest in her tone.
"This isn't an easy arrangement for either of us, nor is it permanent. But I've already mastered my skill as a mage and thief. I seek now to further my skills in strength. It is that very reason that I am going to Jorrvaskr," Fonn said between breaths as she hiked the hill.
"I'm just worried about you. I've heard some pretty gruesome tells of the Companions slaying vampires."
"I seriously doubt it's anything I couldn't handle," Fonn smiled with confidence.
"I know, but-"
"Hey! What's that over there?"
"What's what?"
"It's a giant! Come on! let's go!" Fonn readied her mace, and charged into battle.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Serana sighed. When Fonn rushed in there was a handful of others attacking the giant as well. She raised the mace high over her head, and brought it down into the flesh of its thigh. He went down on one knee. Fonn then beat him beyond death.
"Wow you handled yourself well," a red-haired woman with green war paint across her faced exclaimed her enthusiasm.
"Yeah you think so? You did alright yourself," Fonn complimented her.
"You should join the companions."
"That's actually why I'm here."
"You don't say? Well go to Jorrvaskr and talk to Kodlak Whitemane. He can tell if you've got what it takes."
"I guess I'll see you there then."
"Good luck," she headed for the Whiterun stables.
"You're pretty strong," a handsome man with long dark brown hair, dressed in steel armor complimented her.
"Oh, and why did you join the Companions?" Fonn blushed behind her Dadric helmet as she gave him a look over.
"Me and my brother Vilkas pretty much grew up at Jorrvaskr. We were actually the youngest to join the Companions."
"How interesting."
"Hey what'd I miss?" Serana joined in the conversation. "Oh! Ohh! Wow! Hi there!" she also took notice of his handsome features.
"Hello, she a friend of yours?"
"Yeah, we've been through a lot."
"Well I have to get going. I guess I'll see you around?"
"Yeah, see ya," Fonn watched him as he took his leave.
Serana waited impatiently until he was a good distance away. "Wow! He's hot!"
"I know right?"
"I think my skin crackled a bit!"
"You're an idiot," Fonn rolled her eyes.
"I feel a lot better now about letting you go off on your own!"
"Serana?"
"Yes?"
Fonn hugged her tightly, "You've been the best friend I could have hoped for."
Serana embraced her back, "You too. Take care of yourself, Fonn."
"Don't worry I will," Fonn nodded.
"Promise you'll write, whenever the courier is in town?"
"I promise!"
"See you later then," Serana left.
Fonn entered Jorrvaskr. A scuffle had broken out between a woman wearing hide armor and a dark elf. (Where the hell do I find this Kodlak Whitemane.) She walked up to a man in strange armor. "Hey you! Where can I find a Kodlak Whitemane?"
"Oh he's down stairs," he answered her.
"Thanks," she proceeded in the direction he had sent her. She entered a large corridor with many hallways. As she entered she saw two men setting a circular table.
"Can I help you miss?"
"Are you Kodlak Whitemane?"
"Yes I am. Why do you ask?"
"I humbly request to join the Companions."
"Well, take your helmet off, let me get a good look at you."
"As you wish," she removed her dadric helmet. She had long blonde hair, part of it in a braid around her crown. Her eyes glowed a firey red. Her face, pale white. Below her left eye was a scar. Kodlak looked her over.
"You have a fire burning in your heart. How do you fair in battle?"
"I can handle myself."
"Kodlak, please tell me you aren't thinking of letting her join out ranks?" the man beside him said.
"Hush, Vilkas! The last time I checked there were empty beds for those with a fire burning in their hearts!"
Vilkas sighed.
"Take her to the training area to test her skill."
"Yes Sir," he reluctantly got up out of his chair. He glared at Fonn as he walked past her, "this way, whelp!"
Fonn just smirked as she followed him. He led her out the back way and into the center of the stone yard. "Give me your best, trust me I can handle it," he readied his battle-axe.
"Alright," she tilted her head with a cheeky grin on her face. She pulled out two dadric swords. He took the first swing at her. She blocked it with her left sword. She countered by going at his face with her right sword. She nipped his nose, leaving a small cut.
"Arh! You'll pay for that!" he swung at her in a downward vertical motion. He missed, getting his axe stuck in the ground. Fonn spun around with both swords as if she was dancing. Both blows landed on his chest plate, knocking him down. She pointed her right sword at his face.
"You know, I don't take kindly to being misjudged. That brother of yours, he's pretty cute. I wonder if he'd fall victim to my feminine charms," she smirked at him.
He glared at her, "Leave Farkas out of it! You so much as go near him, and I'll make your life a living hell!"
She jabbed the tip of her sword into the ground by his face. "I do as I please," she whispered before yanking her sword away. She sheathed her swords. Vilkas spit at the ground. Fonn made her way back down into the lower level. She entered a room with the woman she met at the farm and the man she asked about Kodlak engaged in conversation.
"Oh hey it's you! I heard you gave Vilkas a run for his money," the woman greeted her.
"Don't let him catch you saying that," he corrected her.
"By the way, I'm Aela the Huntress," she held out a hand to shake.
"Fonn the Ember lass," she shaked Aela's hand.
"This is Skjor," she nodded her head towards him.
"Nice to meet you," he shook her hand.
"Farkas!" Aela yelled.
"Huh? Did you call for me?" a familiar voice asked dumbfounded.
"Of course I did, Ice Brain! This is the newest member of the companions. Show her to our barracks."
"Huh!" he gasped in awe as he took notice of the beauty before him.
"Oh hey it's you!" Fonn smiled happily at him.
"Me?" he repeated after her in a daze.
"Yeah, we met at the old man's farm when we took down that giant!"
"Giant?"
"He's an idiot, forgive him. Introduce yourself dumbass!" Aela yelled at him.
"Oh I don't think so! It's nice to meet you Farkas, I'm Fonn the ember lass," she put out a hand to shake.
"Nice to meet you," he shook her hand.
She giggled, as she looked him in the eyes.
"Huh? Is there something on my face?"
"You were going to show me where my room is?" Fonn reminded him.
"Oh! Yeah! Sorry about that! It's this way," he led her away.
"What was that all about?" Skojr asked Aela.
"I don't want to know, nor do I care!"
"Aela loves picking at me, but she's alright," Farkas said.
"Yeah, I like her," Fonn agreed.
"I'm glad we have a new face, it gets boring sometimes. It's a hard life though, so I hope we keep you," he tried to hide the fact that he was blushing.
"It's really nice here," she looked around in awe.
"Well this is it! Just pick a bed and lay in it. Looks like everyone is eager to meet you."
"Thank you, Farkas it was nice meeting you."
"Oh it's nothing! If you need anything else, don't be afraid to ask!"
"Alright, I will," she laughed. He started to leave. "Oh wait!"
"Yes?" he turned back towards her.
"If I give you some letters will you give them to the courier for me when he's in town? They're for my friend."
"Your friend from before?"
"Yeah, I told her I wanted to be off on my own for a while. She said she'd let me if she could walk me to Whiterun."
"I'd be more than happy to send them for you."
"Really? Thanks so much!"
"No problem," he continued walking away. Fonn waited for him to walk away before flopping back on a bed with a deep sigh.
"You like him don't you?" a teasing woman in the bed next to hers startled her.
"Ahh! Who are you? H-how long have you been there?"
"You're Fonn, right? I'm Ria. I was the newest Companion before you came."
"Nice to meet you, Ria" Fonn looked at her.
"Well… do you?"
"Do I what?"
"Like Farkas?"
"Hm? Do I? I don't really know," she smiled.
"I think he likes you."
"You think so?"
"Yeah, he doesn't take up with everybody like that."
"Well that makes me feel special."
"I hope it doesn't interfere with you're mission tomorrow," a male voice commented.
"Why, what's going on tomorrow Athis?" Ria asked
He leaned against the little archway that separated their rooms. "Because miss priss here and Farkas are going out on your first mission. In a way it's like they're putting you to the test to see if you're worthy or not," he spoke in an Irish accent.
"Another test, huh? I wonder how many there are?" Fonn laid back down.
"I'd say it'll probably be the last one before they swear you in as a shield sister," he said.
"Bring it!" Fonn closed her eyes to go to sleep.
She started opening her eyes at about 7 pm. Farkas was setting on Ria's bed.
"Huh? What time is it?"
"It's night time, you slept all day."
"I'm sorry," she apologized.
"It's fine, are you ready to go now?"
"Where are we going?" she sat up.
"We're going to Dustman's Cairn. Kodlak believes there are some shards down there we need to get."
"I'm ready when you are," she stood to her feet.
They arrived at Dustman's Cairn. Fonn examined the outside.
"Have you been here before?" Farkas asked her.
"Not these particular tombs, but I explores places like this all of the time. You should come with me some time. Skyrim is a big place. There are tons of things to explore."
"I might do just that."
"Let's go in," Fonn led the way. Once inside, Farkas looked around.
"It looks like someone's been digging here recently. Be careful," he told her.
"Alright," she nodded. They proceeded forward. Drouges came at them. Fonn readied her mace. Farkas drew his great sword. One by one they smashed their way through them. "I think that's the last of them."
"Still it bothers me," Farkas said.
"You mean the digging site?"
"Yeah, I don't think we should roll out the possibility of living people being here still. Stay on your toes."
"Got it! Let's go," Fonn led them further into the catacombs. They came into a great opening.
"Damn! The gate's locked. Vilkas always says there has to be a lever somewhere around these kinds of gates," Farkas started looking around.
"I don't get that brother of yours," Fonn searched on the opposing side of the room.
"Sometimes I don't get him either."
"What's his problem? Is he always stuck in bitch mode, or something?"
"Heh, yeah I guess you could say that. He's my brother though, I still look up to him."
"Don't be like him!"
"Why not? Do you have a problem with him?"
"I- uh! It's not that! You should strive to be you, not like Vilkas. You're nice."
"Huh really? I never thought of it like that."
"Hey! I found a lever!" Fonn went into a small area with a lever. "Ooh there's potions in here too," she pulled the lever. A gate fell, closing her in. She gasped.
"Shit! What happened?"
"I pulled the lever, but now it's stuck! It won't lift!" she tried tugging on it.
"Don't worry, I'll get you out," he reassured her.
"Die dog!" A man yelled out, as he led his posse, surrounding Farkas.
"Oh no! Farkas!" Fonn helplessly called out to him.
"Which one is that?" a woman asked.
"It doesn't matter! Whoever wears that armor dies!" another man said.
"Killing you will make for an excellent story," the woman purred.
Fonn bit her lip. (Shit, I can't hit them with spells while I'm stuck in here! I could turn into a vampire lord, but I've been trying to keep that under wraps. Think Fonn! Think!)
"None of you will be alive to tell it!" Farkas intimidated them.
Fonn closed her eyes tightly. (I have no choice! I have to in order to save him.) A bloodthirsty roar disrupted her thoughts. "What?" she opened her eyes.
Farkas began transforming. He took on what appeared to be a wolf-like form. He grew black fur, large paws, ears, a snout, and a tail. He scratched the shit out of one guy until he died. He then went for the girl, lunging for her throat with his massive jaws. She attempted to scream as he crushed her jugular.
Fonn stood there wide-eyed. "I don't believe it. He's a werewolf. I didn't think they existed."
He jumped on the last one, and ripped him to shreds with his mouth. He looked up at Fonn. She stared back at him with a look of contentment. He ran out.
"Farkas wait!" The gate lifted in front of her. He ran back to her.
"I hope I didn't scare ya."
"Well, no, but you are, um naked," Fonn looked away with a flushed face.
"Oh! Damn! I know I dropped my equipment around here somewhere!" he scrambled around to find his things. "There you can look now." Fonn turned to face him. He was still strapping his torso plates on. She noticed a gash on his upper arm.
"Oh no! You're hurt," she pointed out.
"Oh that? It's just a scratch, I'll be fine."
"Here, let me heal it," she casted heal other on him.
"That felt good! I didn't know you could cast spells."
"Don't tell anybody, but I'm actually the Arch mage at the College of Winterhold."
"Wow!"
"What?"
"You know? You're one amazing girl, Fonn," he smiled up at her. She didn't realize before how close their faces were. She blushed. "You don't mind me being a werewolf?"
"We should go," she walked away.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." He viewed her with suspicious eyes as he followed behind her. (That's awfully strange. She didn't show any fear at all. She's even calm about it, going on like it never happened. I think I'll watch her more. There's something about her.) As they proceeded further, they heard voices further ahead.
Fonn crouched down low. "Shh," she held an arm back on him, encouraging him to follow her lead. He crouched behind her. She went for Ariel's bow off of her back. She reached back to grab a sun-hollowed arrow. She drew back, and moved forward cautiously. She saw a Silver Hand guarding the entrance. She took aim for her head, and released. The arrow glided into the back of her head. She fell dead to the floor. She moved further up. She noticed a red violet liquid encasing the floor. She put her bow up.
"Hey Farkas," she whispered to him.
"What is it?" he whispered back, catching up to her.
"Would you like to find out why they call me Fonn the ember lass?"
"Yeah," his interest was piqued. What was she about to do?
"You see this on the floor?"
"Yeah, it's lamp oil," he recognized it.
"Exactly," she smiled demonically. She held a fire spell in her left hand. She lit the oil with a gentle flames spell. The oil ignited, and spread rapidly. Three victims of it's terrine let out a shriek. They ran out into the open, flailing frantically. Fonn then stood to her feet. She drew two dadric swords with fire enchantments on them. She slowly walked towards them. She struck the one closest to her so quick it wasn't really clear to Farkas how she attacked him. Another has their burning back turned to her. She took her two blades and formed a scissor like structure, cutting his head right off. The final victim ran at her, body a blazed. She took both swords and stabbed them through his gut. She kicked him in the chest to free her blades. The fire then died out.
"You killed every one of them before the fire extinguished," Farkas said out of amazement.
"Now you know where I received my title," she gave him a gentle smile. The way she had just went on a killing spree with those guys; it was as if her entire mood changed.
"I'm glad you're on our side," he smiled at her.
"Me too," she turned away from him.
They came into contact with an iron door. "It's locked," Fonn crouched.
"There must be a key in here somewhere. I'll see if I can't find it," he started searching.
Fonn fiddled with the lock, "Got it," she opened the door.
"Damn, that was fast! Are you a member of the Thieves Guild as well?" he sounded displeased.
"No, I have my hand in lock picking and stealth, but that's about it. I don't steal from people. Well if it's justified in some way. That's a different story."
"Hmm, that's interesting."
"Why do you say that?"
"Huh? Oh no reason," he blushed.
"Hm, let's move on." They went through the door. A pack of skeevers attacked them. "Ughhh!" Fonn expressed her distaste for them. She stomped them to death. "Filthy creatures!" As they progressed there were spider webs about. "Spiders," Fonn readied her mace. She burned the spider webs away with her flames attack. She encountered a frostbite spider. She scorched it along with the remaining webs. "There must be a nest near by." Farkas gulped as he nervously followed behind her. They exited the narrow hall they had been in and entered a room full of webs. In the room a large mother spider and her child expected them. Fonn smashed the baby with her mace, claiming its soul within a soul gem. She then went for the mother. She cast fireballs at it with her left hand and wailed on it with her right. It died before Farkas could get the nerve to help. They continued past a waterfall and over narrow walkways. Fonn walked to a word wall.
"What's that?" Farkas asked.
"It's a word wall. Can't you hear it calling out?"
"I don't hear anything," he looked confused.
"There are several like this in Skyrim. They practically scream at me," she examined the word of power.
"Huh?" he watched as she turned to face him. She stood there, absorbing the essence of the word. "It can't be. You're Dragonborn," he stated in awe.
She looked at him with a somber look. "I didn't ask to be," she turned away from him, "But you're absolutely right. I am Dragonbron. I can read these words, and learn their power. I can kill dragons, and absorb their souls. This isn't a path I chose. It's just the way things are," she turned back around. Farkas grabbed the shards they were after. "Now that you know who I am, do you still want me to join up with you?"
Before Farkas could answer her, the draugrs burst out of their coffins all throughout the room. Fonn and Farkas readied their weapons. The draugr began closing in on them, forcing them to be back on back.
"I guess you're going to have to wait for my answer, Fonn," he smirked.
"Yeah I kind of figured that," she said sarcastically. They attacked them as they came. Twenty-five minutes in and they depleted their numbers by about half. Fonn panted, "I don't know how much longer I can go on like this. I don't have any juice left."
"Me either. Do you see a way out?" he fought to push one back with his battle axe. Fonn looked around.
"Up there through the coffin!"
"Alright, let's go!" They fought their way up the steps and through the coffin. They didn't bother looking back. They just ran. The door they had come through was right in front of them. Fonn burst it open. She turned to wait for Farkas. He about ran right over her. They stood there face to face, scared for their lives. They panted frantically to catch their breath. Farkas smiled and started laughing. Fonn laughed with him. "You want my answer?" he brought back up.
"Yeah."
"You're one hell of a fighter. And truth be told, I never cared much for mages, but today you showed me just how useful magic can be," he had to stop for a second. "And you don't stop there. On top of all of that you're Dragonborn. I'd be honored to fight with you. It's as if the more I learn about you the more interesting you become to me. For those reasons I ask you… Fonn the ember lass come fight with us," he smiled at her. She blushed. She didn't know what to say. "Let the Companions back you up, and in turn you have our backs. What do you say?"
She smiled collectively, "It would be an honor to fight with you." He smiled even bigger at her response. He gave her a friendly pat on the back.
When they got back to Jorrvaskr Vilkas waited on the top of the steps with a scowl on his face. He looked even angrier than usual. Fonn climbed up the steps.
"Follow me," he led her around the back of Jorrvaskr. Kodlak and the others were all gathered in the training ground.
"Brothers and sisters today we welcome a new member to our mortal foil. This woman has endured as challenged and has shown her valor. Who will speak for her?" Kodlak spoke.
"I stand witness to the courage of the soul before us," Farkas said. Fonn blushed.
"Would you raise you're shield in her defense?"
"I would stand at her back so that the world would never over take us."
"And would you raise your sword in her honor?"
"It stands ready to meet the blood of her foes."
"And would you raise a mug in her name?"
"I would lead her song of triumph as our mead hall reveled in her stories."
"Then the judgment of this circle is complete. Her heart beats with fury and courage that has united the Companions since the distant days of green summers. Let it beat with ours. Let the mountains echo and tremble at our call," Kodlak finished his speech.
"It shall be so," everyone said in unison.
"Well girl, you're one of us now. I trust you won't disappoint. I know you've learned before your time our secrete. Only those in the circle share the blood of the beast. As I age I look over the horizon. I wish to go to Sovingar, but I fear that Shorr won't call an animal to glory like he would a true Nord worrior. Being a beast we're closer to the Dadric lord Hiche. Some may prefer eternity in his hunting grounds, but I crave the fellowship of Sovingar. But this is your day to shine."
"It is an honor, Kodlak," Fonn bowed her head to him.
"Well I guess I'll take my leave then. Speak to someone for work in the mean time," he walked away.
"As you wish," she stared after him.
"Psst, hey Fonn," Vilkas whispered to for her.
"Huh?" Fonn was confused. Could it be he finally warmed up to her?
"Come over here," he motioned for her. She walked over to see what he wanted.
"Yes?"
"Skjor said he has a job for you," he smiled.
"He did? What is it?"
"Shh! It's a secrete. He said for you to meet him and Aela in the Under forge tonight."
"The Under forge? Where is that?"
He nodded towards the hidden rock entrance at his left.
"Wow I never noticed that before!"
"Don't let Kodlak know."
"Um, okay I guess I'll see him there then. Does this mean we're good now?"
"Oh yes, very," he smiled sinisterly.
"Alright see ya!" she waved bye to him as she ran off.
(This should be interesting.)
Fonn snuck out of Jhorrvaskr and into the night. She approached the Under forge. She nervously looked around to make sure no one was there.
(Good she arrived.) Vilkas hid in the shadows.
"Huh! Is that Fonn?" Farkas stood outside in the training area. "Does that mean Skjor is letting her in the circle?"
Fonn knocked three times on the rock door.
"Fonn? Is that you?" Skjor called out to her.
"Yeah, it's just me," she answered.
"Alright, I'm opening the door," Skjor pulled the chain on the other side. The door lifted, and Fonn entered. Inside Aela was in beast form.
"What's going on?" Fonn asked in a skittish tone.
"Kodlak thinks the gift is a curse, but Aela and I know better. We see it for the blessing that it is."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"Don't you see? We want you to become one of us. What do you say? How would you like to be a part of the circle?"
Fonn backed up against the rock door. "No! I can't!"
"What do you mean?"
"I can't!" she cried out as she desperately tugged on the chain to open the door. Once open, she ran out.
"Wait Fonn!" Skjor reached out for her.
"Let her go!" Aela growled.
"Aela?" he looked back at her.
Fonn cried running for the steps.
"Fonn wait!" Farkas ran after her.
(Heh, now what will you do?) Vilkas watched the spectacle from a distance.
"Fonn wait! Where are you going?" Farkas grabbed her wrist.
"Let go of me!" she screamed as she tried to get him off of her.
"What happened in there?"
"What does it matter, you wouldn't understand anyway," she calmed down a little.
"Fonn, please! Tell me what happened," his eyes were full of concern.
"I can't. If I tell you, you won't be my friend anymore. You'll hate me," she cried.
"Fonn, you can tell me anything. I swore myself to you. Any burden you have is mine to bare," he spoke desperately.
"They want me to join the circle."
"You don't want to become a werewolf?" his heart began to sink. Maybe it really did bother her after all.
"It's not like that!"
"Then what is it?"
"I already have a gift," she spoke reluctantly.
"You do?" he didn't expect that.
"I have a gift I wish to keep."
"What is it?"
"I'm a vampire Farkas," she glared at him.
He gasped. That explained why she wasn't shocked to see him turn into a werewolf. It all made sense now.
"I'm not just any vampire. I'm a vampire lord. I also transform into a beast."
"You do?"
"Now do you understand? I don't belong here. I don't know what I was thinking," she avoided looking him in the eyes.
"No! You're wrong!"
"I am?" she looked up at him. Was he actually alright with it?
"So what if you're a vampire whatever! You're a beast to same as me. We're just two different beasts," he smiled at her. "As far as I'm concerned, you're already part of the circle. You can be the circle's vampire. Just please! Don't leave!" he hugged her tightly.
"Farkas, you-" she wrapped her arms around him. "I won't go anywhere," she rested her head on his shoulder.
Vilkas bared his teeth as he watched the scene.
Fonn laid asleep in her bed. Everyone else was up.
"Fonn! Fonn, wake up!" Farkas shook her.
"Huh, what's going on?" she opened her eyes.
"The courier is in town today, so you might want to write your friend before he leaves," he sat on Ria's bed across from her.
"Oh shit! Thanks for reminding me!" she hurried to her desk. She grabbed her quill and began to write.
Serana, how have you been? I'm sorry it took so long for me to write you. The courier just came to town today. You remember the cute guy we saw at the farm? Well it turns out he's a werewolf. His name is Farkas. I wish you could meet him. He's a really amazing person. We've become great friends. His brother is a total dick though. Last night he pulled a stunt that forced me to tell Farkas my secret. He's been giving me hell since I got here. Farkas didn't seem to mind at all. I ended up having to show him a lot of my secretes. But for some strange reason that only seems to make him like me even more. I'm fitting in well with the others here too. My skills are improving. I'm getting better with the bow. How is everyone at the castle? Tell them all I say hi. I miss you, but I don't think you have anything to worry about. Write me soon!
Love, FonnFonn sealed it and handed it to Farkas, "here."
"I'll run this out to him real quick," Farkas left with the letter. Farkas chased the courier down in the town square.
"Here!" he handed the letter over and a few septims.
"Farkas!" Aela ran towards him.
"Aela? What's going on?"
"It's Skjor!"
Farkas burst through the doors of Jhorrvaskr.
"What is it boy? What's going on?" Kodlak asked with a look of concern on his elderly face.
"Skjor he," he took his hand over his face to get himself together, "The Silver hand killed him."
"Those bastards!" Vilkas glared into space.
"I was afraid this would happen," Kodlak calmly pointed out.
"But Kodlak!" Farkas attempted to counter what he had said.
"Enough, Farkas! I've told every one of you in the circle that what we have is a curse! Nord men and women aren't going to just accept us and let us run free! Skjor was a fool."
"Sir?" Farkas backed off.
Farkas entered the room Fonn was in and sat down on the bed beside her.
"What's going on upstairs?" Fonn asked him. The way he rested his head in his face, leaning on his knee she figured it couldn't be anything good.
"Skjor was killed," he leaned back against the wall.
"No way! How?" Fonn leaned on the edge of her bed.
"Him and Aela raided one of the Silver hand's hideouts. He didn't make it out alive."
"Poor Skjor, he never found out why I refused the gift. I don't think he would have forced it on me. The reason I ran away from him was because I didn't want to lose him as a friend," Fonn's words were heavy on her heart.
"Hmm!" Farkas thought to himself.
"What is it?"
"Kodlak is pissed off at us. Maybe he'll talk to you. Go talk to him."
"Alright I'll go see what's bothering him," Fonn took her leave. As she went down the hall she saw Aela. She appeared to be waiting for someone.
"You!" she charged at Fonn. She pinned her up against the wall by her shoulders. "That raid was meant to celebrate you joining the circle. If you had just accepted the gift, and went with us Skjor would still be alive!" she yelled at her, looking into her eyes. Fonn's eyes began glowing a bright red. Aela's facial expression turned from anger to shock. She had seen those eyes before when she was out hunting. They were the eyes of a whole other monster, a vampire.
"You're right," Fonn's voice broke her out of thought. "If I had went with you Skjor would definitely still be alive," Fonn looked into her eyes with a somber expression.
Aela set her down gently, "you already have a gift?"
Fonn nodded.
"That's why you refused my gift to you?"
"Exactly."
"Well that changes things," Aela smiled. "Tell me something! Do you intend to fight for us still?"
"Yes, or I wouldn't have come here in the first place."
"Interesting. I trust that during our final battle with the Silver hand you will join us?"
"I had already planned on it," Fonn smiled at her.
"Then I can still call you my shield sister," Aela walked away. Fonn continued for Kodlak's chambers.
"Kodlak, it's me Fonn. Can I come in," she knocked on his door.
"Yes my dear, come in," he invited her inside. He stood in the room waiting for her. "I over heard what Aela said. Is it true, you really aren't one of us?"
"Yes, it's true," she entered the room.
"They are young. How can they understand the rantings of an old man? If it isn't too much trouble, I'd like to ask a favor of you."
"Yes, Sir, please tell me what's on your mind," she held a balled fist over her heart.
"I've been reading in this book about a cure for our condition. It turns out one of my predecessors made a pact with the Glenmoril Witches to gain more power. Little did he know, he had been curse to live an eternity in Hirche's Hunting grounds instead of Sovngarde. I want you to go! Bring me their heads!"
"Yes Sir!" Fonn agreed.
She rode off into the night.
"They're lair is southeast of Falkreath. Bring me one if you wish, or kill them all it's your decision to make." Fonn dismounted her horse when she arrived.
When she arrived in Whiterun it was daylight. She walked down the streets with all of the Glenmoril Witch heads hagging off of her waste. She looked up with a hand shielding her eyes from the sun.
"Did you hear? Jhorrvaskr was attacked?" Sigurd said to Carlotta.
"I hope the Companions made it out okay," she said back to him.
"No, it can't be!" Fonn ran into the town square.
"Eorlund! You're alright!" Fralia hugged her husband tightly.
"What happened? Is everyone alright?" Fonn asked frantically.
"I don't know. I helped finish off the ones outside. Then I came to let Fralia know I was alright," Eorlund explained.
"Shit!" she ran off to Jhorrvaskr. She ran up the steps and burst through the doors. "Is everyone alright?" she yelled. A few of them was scattered throughout the room. Kodlak laid on the floor. Farkas crouched over him.
"Where have you been?" Vilkas's voice cracked full of sorrow.
"I was running an errand for Kodlak."
"I hope it was important because that meant you weren't here to help protect him," he fought back his tears.
"Is everyone else alright?"
"Yeah," he walked past her.
"Where are you going?" she asked him.
"I know were their hideout is. I'm going to go there, and I'm going to kill them," he clenched his fists.
"Do you intend to go alone?"
"Why do you care?"
"I don't; or rather, I don't care about you. I want to go with you, for Skjor, and for Kodlak."
"Well then let us kill them together," Vilkas agreed to let her come. Fonn smiled.
The two of them stood at the entrance of the hideout. "Before we go in I have something to ask you."
"What is it?"
"Skjor didn't just come to the decision to make you one of us. I told him you wanted to. It was a gamble. I had hoped you would crack, and leave the Companions for good. When you ran out crying, I thought for sure you wouldn't be back. When Farkas followed you, I ease dropped on your conversation. I now know what you are and what you are capable of. My question to you is this: Why did you stay to fight for us?"
"I thought you provoked that whole ordeal. The reason I fight for the companions is quite simple. I joined you to improve my skill as a warrior, but I stay to fight for my brothers and sisters in arms. I hope you feel the same."
"I have one more question for you."
"By the gods, Farkas was right, you really are talkative."
"Do you love him?"
"What kind of question is that?"
"When you defeated me in that sparring match you said you intended to seduce him. If those are your intensions then I would have to stop you. But if you actually love him, then I might consider approving of you."
Fonn smiled, "I only said that to piss you off."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"I'll answer your question when you finally decide to trust me."
"Fair enough. Do you really transform into a beast?"
"Yes, no different from how you do."
"That's what I wanted to hear. Let us be beasts tonight, and show the Silver Hand what we're made of."
"Alright, I'll show you my true form." The two of them began to transform into their beast forms. Vilkas sprouted ears, a tail, a snout, and fur. Fonn gained gray skin, claws, and large wings.
"So that's what you look like?" Vilkas turned his wolf-like head to view the sight beside him.
"Let's go wipe these fuckers out," her fangs showed as she spoke. She took flight, hovering over the ground. They entered the fort. Vilkas mauled a guy within the entrance. Fonn shot the archer standing on a bridge with her life drain spell. The two of them headed inside of the building. They were swamped by the Silver Hand. The two of them took them out with little to no effort. They progressed up the stairs, killing hostiles as they came. They came to a locked wooden door. Fonn summoned a gargoyle. The beast roared to life. He smashed the door down. He took out the guy on the other side. Fonn located a lever. She pulled it, releasing the bridge for them to cross on. They went across and entered the cellar. Fonn spotted a spike trap a head. She hung back, waiting for the man charging at her to activate it. It swung back, flinging his lifeless body into a wall. They then went deeper into the fort. Two hostiles attacked them Fonn hit one with her blood drain. Vilkas picked up the other one by the throat, and shook the life out of them.
They then headed into a snowy cave. Fonn took care of an Archer who attacked from a level above them. They passed through a torture chamber only to be bombarded by more enemy forces. They took them out as they came. They proceeded through a narrow pathway that led them into a larger room. They were then greeted by the three remaining members of the Silver Hand. They took them out. Once everything calmed down they turned back into their human forms. Fonn grabbed the fragments of Wuuthrad while Vilkas put his gear back on. She then cast a healing spell on herself. Vilkas panted, setting down. He was covered with cuts and stab wounds.
"Here let me heal you," Fonn crouched down, casting a healing spell on him.
"You cast magic?"
"Does it really surprise you at this point?" she smiled.
"No I suppose it doesn't," he laughed, "But I think I see now why my brother has taken a liking to you."
"Is that a good thing?"
"Yeah, I suppose it is. I still don't like you though. Although I've never met someone who could fight like that. Your form is quite impressive. I'd hate to run into a bloodsucker like you. They would probably kill me."
"Will you ever change your mind about me?" she stopped casting her spell.
"I suppose not; however," he stood up, popping his shoulder back into place. "I do accept you," he smiled at her.
"Well that's a relief," she smiled at him.
"Will you answer my question now?"
"Oh yes that… Yeah, I guess you could say I've fallen in love with your brother."
"In that case… you won't receive any more trouble from me," he held a hand out for her to shake. She smiled as she shook his hand. "Let's go pay our respects to Kodlak."
"Alright," she agreed.
It rained as the Companions stood around the Skyforge. Kodlak's body laid on top of the forge.
"Who will start?" Eorlund asked.
"I'll do it," Aela volunteered. "Before the ancient flame we grieve."
"We grieve," everyone, but Fonn said. She stood there silently in thought.
"At this loss, we weep," Eorlund said.
"We weep."
"For the fallen, we shout," Vilkas said.
"We shout."
"And for ourselves, we take our leave," Farkas said.
"We take our leave."
Aela took the torch she held and set Kodlak's body on fire. Aela turned to address them, "His soul has departed. Members of the circle, let us withdraw to the under forge to grieve our last together. Farkas started to enter the under forge, when he noticed Fonn setting by herself on the porch.. He walked over to her. They were both soaked from the rain. Fonn had her head down in despair. She didn't notice him
"What are you doing over here?" he asked her.
"It's all my fault," she began crying. She stood up. "If it wasn't for me they wouldn't have died! It's all my fault," she looked down to avoid his eyes.
"Fonn," he reached his hand out towards her. He gently tilted her chin up till she looked him in the eyes. "It isn't your fault. They died at the blades of the Silver Hand not Fonn the ember lass," he smiled at her.
"Then why do I feel so shitty?" she asked.
He moved his face toward hers. He kissed her gently on the lips. She kissed him passionately back. They wrapped their arms around one another in a locking embrace.
Vilkas watched as he leaned beside the entrance of the under forge.
"They really love one another don't they?" Aela joined him.
'Yeah, I guess so."
"Does he know what she is?"
"Yeah, he does."
"He sure doesn't seem to care," she put a hand on her hip.
"No, he asked me to let her in the circle."
"It's just us now so I don't see why not. What do you think?"
"She turns into a beast like us. Her form gives her capabilities that rival our own. I think she would make a great addition to the circle."
"Never would have thought it possible. The Companions' pet vampire," Aela laughed. "How do you feel about them being together?"
"I still don't like her, but so long as she treats Farkas fairly I see no wrong in it."
"Hmm," Aela looked back at the two of them. "Farkas! Come on!" Aela yelled for him.
He pulled away from Fonn, "Meet us in the forge."
"Alright, but Eorlund asked me to do something first."
"Head down there when you're done with that then."
Fonn ran inside Jhorrvaskr to get the final piece of Wuuthrad. She ran down the stairs and through the hall to Kodlak's room. She searched the drawer at his bedside. "There it is," she plucked it off of what seemed to be a book of some sort. She picked it up, "What's this some kind of journel," she opened it up to read it.
In my dream, I see the line of Harbingers start with Ysgramor. Each of them ascends to Sovngrade, until we come to Terrfyg, who first turned us to the ways of the beast. He tries to enter Sovngarde, but before he can even approach Tsun, he is set upon by a great wolf, who pulls him into the Hunting Grounds, where Hirchine laughs with welcoming arms. Terrfyg seems regretful, but also eager to join Hirchine after a lifetime of service as a beast. Then I see every next Harbinger turn away from Sovngarde and enter the Hunting Grounds of their own accord. Until it comes to me, and I see great Tsun on the misty horizon, beckoning me. It appears I have a choice. And then, at my side, a stranger I had not seen before. As I look into her firey red eyes, we turn to the same wold who dragged away Terrfyg, and she and I draw weapons together.
I realize this is only a dream, but a strong enough dream to inspire a man like me to take to writing, so it must be of some importance. I've spoken my thoughts to the circle, withholding the part about the stranger lest Skjor worryI will no longer seek his counsel, and I was not surprised to see them torn by it. Skojr and Aela are strong in the ways of the beast, and even suggest that the Hunting Grounds would be their choice of afterlife, if it were truly a choice.
Vilkas seemed most troubled. The boy is as fierce as a sabre cat in battle, but his heart burns too brightly at times. He felt deceived, and I don't blame him.
Farkas didn't know what to think, but I believe he will come around with me and his brother eventually. He usually does.
I don't know what to do about Skjor and Aela, I know they respect the Companions, and me, but they take to the blood more deeply than the rest of us.
Fortune smiles upon us. Yesterday, Vilkas was telling me how difficult it had been for him to give up his transformations. Until we can pursue a true cure, the twins and I have chosen not to give in to the beastblood. For me, it's provided a clearer head, but Vilkas seems to be suffering a bit for it. Farkas seems completely untroubled. That boy continues to amaze with his fortitude.
While Vilkas was confiding, through the shadows of Jorrvaskr, I saw a newcomer approach, who wished to join our numbers. It was the stranger from my dream, the one who would stand with me against the beast. Vilkas began speaking obliquely, not wishing to air our problems in front of our guest, and I had to be doubly cautious to not reveal anything of our secrets to the newcomer while also not revealing the details of my dream to Vilkas. I don't know how the politicians deal with these sorts of machinations daily.
In any case, I've sent Vilkas to test the newcomer. We'll see if she is truly the great warrior I dreamt of. The newcomer, it seems, is made of decent stock. She calls herself Fonn the ember lass, and has already impressed some of the Circle with her mettle. I still keep my own counsel on her place in my dream, for now. Let us see what kind of destiny she is craving before hitching to herself.
In the meanwhile, I look for ways of cleansing my blood. The writings and legends on the subject are sparse and contradictor. I don't wish to engage any wizardry on this matter, but I fear they may be the only ones who best know how to navigate these worlds of knowledge. It's apparent to me now that Terrfyg's choice to turn us was indeed a mistake, Magics and their like are not in keeping with the spirit of the Companions. We face our problems directly, without the needs of such trickery. I can only hope to guide us back to the true path of Ysgramor before the rot takes me.
Fonn continues to impress. I don't know yet where she will stand on the question of the blood, but the question has not been presented yet.
She does know that we carry the beastblood, yet she doesn't seem to be the least bit curious about it. Soon enough, I can explain our troubles, and hopefully see what role she will play.
Fonn shows valor, through, even in this more underhanded time. We have not had cause to speak much, and that is something I deeply regret. I have high hopes for her destiny, as I realized that her appearance in my dream may indeed mark her as the Harbinger to succeed me.
I have received few dreams over the course of my life, but when they come, I have learned to trust them. I have also learned to trust the instincts of my heart, which tells me that Fonn can carry the Companions legacy as truly as any residing in Jorrvaskr, especially with the loss of Skjor. Aela is too solitary, Vilkas too firey, and Farkas too kind-hearted. Only Fonn stands as a true warrior who can keep a still mind amidst these burning hearts. I will not speak to her of any of this, though. It is too much to burden another with. My hope is that Fonn and I can keep counsel over the coming years, that I can impart the wisdom of the Harbingers, All things in time. Firstly I will seek Fonn's assistance in the matter of the witches of Glenmoril. It would appear that our path to the cure is not without some poetic justice for the tricksters who first cursed us.
Fonn smiled after closing his journal. (Don't worry Kodlak, I'll take care of them for you.) She headed back outside. Eorlund met her outside.
"Did you get the fragment?"
"Yeah, here it is," she handed it over to him.
"They're all waiting for you."
"Yeah," I'm headed down there right now. She continued for the under forge. She knocked three times, and Farkas let her in.
"The gift isn't a curse like you think it is Vilkas!" Aela argued with him.
"But he wanted to be clean, and now it's too late!"
"Didn't you avenge him with Fonn?"
"Yes but still," Vilkas looked down.
"Kodlak was never one for vengeance," Farkas pointed out.
"Yes I'm well aware of that Farkas, but it isn't as simple as that. Fonn, those witch heads you carry with you, are they the ones required for the cure?"
"Yeah, that's why I went and got them."
"Maybe there is a way for us to release him, even in death," Vilkas pondered.
"Go to the tomb of Ysgramor, you'll find the flame there," Eorlund entered the under forge.
"Does that mean, you've done it?" Aela asked.
"Yes, the flames of Kodlak and the fragments have allowed me to breath life into it once more. Wuuthrad, the axe that took the heads of thousands of elves. I couldn't think of no one better suited to carry it into battle than you, Fonn," he handed it out for her to take.
"Me, are you sure?"
"You are the one who slayed the witches. If it weren't for you we wouldn't have gotten this far. I think Kodlak would have wanted for you to carry it."
"Thank you, I'm honored," she smiled.
"Wuuthrad, is the key to gaining access to Ysgramor's tomb and the flame. With it we can purge Kodlak's soul of his wolf spirit," Vilkas explained.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let us send Kodlak to Savngarde!" Fonn lifted up Wuuthrad.
"Yeah, for Kodlak!" Vilkas raised a fist.
"For Kodlak!" Aela and Farkas joined in.
The four of them marched through the streets of Witerun with their weapons drawn. Fonn carried Wuuthrad.
"Damn that's one hell of an axe," a guard bragged.
They marched out of the gates and through the towers. They passed the stables, and headed east for Dawnstar. They marched up the hills of Winterhold until after long last they came to Ysgramor's tomb. They all went inside. A statue with the likeness of Ysgramor himself stood in the center of the room.
"Place Wuuthrad in Ysgramor's hands, and the doors should open," Vilkas instructed Fonn.
"Alright," she done as he said. The door to the tombs opened.
"I think I'll stay here," Vikas said.
"You aren't coming with us?"
"No, I've done enough killing. Give Kodlak my regards, and watch out for our ancestors. They are probably expecting us," Vilkas turned away with a smile on his face.
"Right," Fonn nodded with a big smile on her face. She led the others into the open tomb. Just as Vilkas had said the ancestors of the Companions came forth in their spectral form. Fonn pulled a dadric war hammer from her back. She dragged it behind her as she walked towards the ghostly figures. Farkas and Aela readied their weapons as well. Fonn drove her war hammer into the guts of her first foe. Farkas swung his battleaxe through one. Aela shot an arrow into the face of an on coming enemy. They killed them one after another. As they progressed to each room, more and more swamped them. They came across a narrow path hidden behind spider webs.
"I think I'll let you guys go on ahead without me," Farkas said.
"Why, aren't you coming with us?" Fonn asked.
"Well ever since the encounter in Dustman's Cairn, I can't handle the creepy crawlys. Everyone has their weakness. I'm not proud to admit it, but this one's mine," he sheathed his battleaxe. "Make sure you come back alive."
"Who do you think you're talking to?" Fonn smiled back at him. Fonn and Aela entered the narrow pathway. It led them out to nest of spiders. Aela hung back and attacked at a distance, while Fonn pushed through them. After the triumph with the spiders they moved on into the next tomb. More ghost showed up. Fonn and Aela continued with the same tactic. Fonn drove her war hammer through them, while Aela shot them from a distance. After killing all of them they proceeded into the next room with a blue fire in the center. Kodlak waited for them.
"I'm here, Kodlak, just like in your dream."
"You are, I am so happy. Do you have the witch heads?"
"Yeah I have one ready for you," Fonn held it up.
"Before you throw it in the fire, I have something I wish to tell you. I want you to be the one to succeed me."
"I already know."
"That's right you've read my journal, haven't you? Once you throw the head inside the fire my wolf spirit will separate itself from my own. Then you'll have to kill it. Are you ready?"
"Yes," Fonn threw the witch head inside of the fire. A red wolf spirit detached itself from Kodlak. Fonn smashed it in the head with her war hammer, killing it instantly.
"Thank you Fonn the ember lass, now I can go to Sovngarde at long last. Please take care of the Companions for me."
"Don't worry I will, goodbye Kodlak."
"Goodbye, Fonn," he vanished.
"Well it's done, let's return to the boys and let them know what happened," Aela said.
"Yeah, let's go," Fonn smiled. They entered the room where Farkas and Vilkas were through a trap door on the other side.
"Did you do it?" Vilkas asked.
"It's done," Fonn sighed.
"Did he say anything about who would succeed him?"
"He wants Fonn to do it," Aela said.
"Huh! Oh well I guess it can't be helped then. You're in charge now, Fonn. Now what do you want us to do?"
"Let's go home," Fonn smiled.
When they got back in Whiterun, the courier handed Fonn a letter.
"Is it from your friend?" Farkas asked.
"Yeah, I think I'll read it later," she put it away. When night fell and Fonn was in Kodlak's old room, she sat at his desk. She opened the letter to see what it said.
Fonn, things are alright here at the castle. I told everyone you asked about them. They said hi too. They have been feeding, killing the Dawn guard, you know, the usual. So that Farkas guy is a werewolf? That's cool, I already knew that though. I knew they existed already. The Companions have been werewolves for decades. But that's besides the point. Have you kissed yet? It's a little difficult to kiss being a vampire. I would know. Try not to bite him, hahaha. Do you want me to kick his brother's ass? Just say the word and I'll turn him into my Throll.
Take care, Serana
"Idiot," Fonn's forehead tensed. She placed the letter in a drawer, and began to write herself.
Serana, I'm glad to hear everyone is alright. You couldn't have told me that before hand? After all I was put in a situation where he was surround by the enemy and I couldn't get to him to help him. I was freaking out, I was getting ready to change myself when he did. His brother really was an ass to me. He set me up to where I had to tell Farkas about me being a vampire lord. But he's starting to come around. Two of our men died. I can't help, but to think it's my fault. Farkas keeps telling me otherwise, but still. He's been really good to me, I think the two of you would get along well. I'm the new Harbinger now! I think I'll hand that title over to Vilkas, Farkas's brother. He seems more suited to it then me. You know how I can't set still very long.
Write me soon, FonnFonn stretched back in her chair. "I think I'll go outside of the city for a bit." She snuck through the halls and out the door.
(Now where is she going?) Farkas tailed her.
She went through town and out of the gate. Farkas lost her once he went outside. He sniffed the air to try to locate her.
Fonn stood in the tall grass catching torch bugs. Farkas spotted her from atop a hill. He headed down towards her. He stood behind her.
"Huh? Farkas? What are you doing out here?" she turned to face him.
"I wanted to see where you were going," he walked towards her.
"I don't know what to do Farkas," she sighed.
"About what?" he asked.
"I have so much weight put on me. I'm the Arch mage of the college, the Harbinger of the Companions, and the Dragonborn. Civil unrest is in Skyrim with the dragons coming back, and the war going on. Both sides want to recruit me, but I don't know which side to choose. As a Nord woman of Skyrim I should choose the Stormcloaks, but to keep peace within the empire I should choose the Imperial Legion. The fate of Skyrim rides on me. I didn't ask for it. I was just the daughter of a horse breeder. A thief stole one of our steeds and I was caught up in an Imperial ambush. That's how I ended up in Helgan when the first dragon was sighted. I don't know what to do," she reached for a torch bug, but it flew away.
"Take one thing on at a time," he caught a torch bug.
"Huh?"
"That's what Vilkas says to me all of the time. Just take one thing on at a time, and eventually you won't have anything else to do. Then you can live your life as you see fit," he handed her the torch bug he caught.
"You know, Aela says you're dumb, but I couldn't disagree more. I think you're very smart, Farkas," she smiled at him, "That's what I'll do then, I'll just take one task on at a time."
"You won't take them on alone. I'll be with you every step of the way," he smiled at her.
"Farkas, you," she blushed.
"I will follow you to the ends of Tamriel, if you were to only let me."
"You really mean that?"
"I mean it with all of my heart. I don't know how to explain it, but it's as if the first time I laid eyes on you my fate was set into motion. My heart began to pound as if I was in the midst of battle. I wanted nothing more than to be at your side always. I want to live for you, and I want to die in your name. Fonn the ember lass, will you let me follow you?" he pleaded on his knees.
"Nothing would make me happier," she smiled down at him.
He stood back up. "I want to be yours forever," he kissed her passionately. She started unfastening his steel plates. He returned the favor. She slid off his armor piece by piece, until there wasn't anything left. He removed the armor from her, taking in the way the moonlight hit her pale skin. She began kissing him again. She leaned him into the grass. They tossed around in the grass, embraced in one another's arms in a fight for sexual dominance. Farkas hovered over her triumphant in the fight. His hair draped down the side of his face as he paused for a second to look at her. He kissed on her right ear and down the side of her face. He kissed on her neck, biting and kissing on it.
Fonn tugged on his hair, moaning as he hit the sensitive nerves of her neck. He then drifted down to her breast. He kissed, and nipped at her, gaining reactions from her. He shifted his weight to his left arm and moved his right one down to her vagina. He rubbed her jewel, gaining loud moans from her. She arched her hips closer to him. He sucked on her nipple, and played with her clitoris, making her move erratically until she finally came for the first time. He then slipped two of his fingers inside of her and moved them about, she came in no time after that.
She shoved him off of her, and pinned him to the ground. She kissed him passionately on the lips. She then pulled away. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go, exposing her fangs to the cold air. She then sank them into his neck, and began to suckle on the red rubies he dripped out. He moaned out in ecstasy and pain. She gently rubbed her fingers through his hair as she fed. She then kissed down his collarbone to his nipple. She flicked his nipple around with her tongue, making him moan. She started working his penis with her right hand while she sucked on his nipple. She then situated herself over him. She slid him inside of her. Farkas moaned a little at how tight she was. She leaned in close to him and started grinding her hips. He placed his hands on her waste. The two of them moaned from the pleasure they were experiencing. She came on top of him. She then sat up on him and started riding him that way. They both looked into one another's eyes, never looking away for a second. Fonn came again.
Farkas rolled her off of him. He got on top of her. He kissed her passionately on the lips as he moved in and out of her rapidly. He propped her legs up over his forearms and started going harder and faster. Fonn screamed out as she came. He moved her legs up over his shoulders, and leaned in closer to penetrate her deeper. Sweat dripped off of his hair and down on to her. She came again. The constriction around his penis gave him an intense pleasure up and down his spine. He yelled out as he came outside of her. He buckled at his core and fell on top of her. He laid his head on her chest. She raked her fingers through his hair. The two of them panted to catch their breath.
Hard times were coming Fonn's way, but at least she wouldn't be facing them alone.
ANOTHER AN: Fonn is Nord for snow, so she's Snow the ember lass lol XD. That whole thing at Dustman's Cairn actually happened! I went to turn into a Vampire lord as Farkas changed. Crazy! I thought he was glitching into a vampire lord.