Chapter I

The Bosmer was getting increasingly restless. It had been days ago since she'd joined the Companions, and still no interesting contracts had turned up. Or, at least, no contracts that she'd been entrusted with. Lusa was growing bored, and most of all, pretty annoyed. Apparently they didn't think her capable enough to handle difficult jobs just because she didn't meet their size requirement. Compared to the Nords, she was tiny, sure. But she'd shown her mettle against Vilkas, and yet they still treated her like a pup. She vowed that she'd change their minds, one way or another.

Today, she'd opted for a light shift instead of her usual armor, since there wasn't any work to be had anyway. She wore loose fitting pants and a fitted shirt that accentuated her slim waist. It was still early in the morning, and she was on her way to get something to eat when she was held up by one of the twins.

"Not so fast, new blood."

She still had some difficulty telling them apart, but when he spoke she knew it was Farkas. He wore a thin cotton shirt and laced-up leather pants, and she realized how weird it was to see him out of his armor. His armor was like a second skin, he looked natural in it, but oddly enough, the casual clothes suited him fine, too. Her gaze drifted down to where his shirt was haphazardly tucked into his pants, and over his strong thighs before she checked herself and dragged her eyes back to his face. She could have sworn she saw a glint in his eyes, but it was probably just her imagination.

"Oh come on. It's early, I'm hungry, and I'm in a bad mood anyway. What do you want?" She didn't bother hiding her annoyance.

He smirked. "I heard you complained to Athis about not having enough to do, and about being ignored for all the good jobs. I might have something that would suit your talents."

Lusa didn't buy it. It wasn't the first time he pulled one on her.

"And what, pray tell, would that be, huh? Hunting rats? Maybe a skeever? I really can't contain my excitement", she drawled. "I'm sure it can wait after I've had something to eat." And I definitely need some mead, she thought. That way, should she finally lose control and dish out some well-deserved violence, she could at least blame it on the alcohol.

"Nah. I don't really know the details, but Vilkas sent me to get you immediately, so I'm pretty sure it'll be worth your while. And after all, it's not like there's something more important that you need to attend to, is there?" His grin broadened. Something was off, Lusa thought. He looked like he was plotting something. Which was probably the truth, since Farkas wasn't someone who could hide his emotions well. Sometimes, he was like an open book. And her instinct told her to be on her guard.

"Allright, fine. Lead the way, big guy." She sighed. He was right. Even if it was just a stupid prank, at least it would bring some diversity into her day.

She followed Farkas to his brother's room, and when he held open the door for her, she stepped through, Farkas following behind her. She came face to face with Vilkas, who had apparently just finished his morning ablutions and was sitting on his bed, toweling his hair. Which he did before dressing, meaning he was sitting there almost gloriously naked, his loincloth barely covering the most interesting part of his anatomy.

Up close, she could see the differences between the two brothers. Vilkas was slightly more slender, having a slimmer waist and being smaller around his shoulders. Which didn't mean much, since he was still massive, even for a Nord. And a truly fine specimen he was. She'd heard stories about the Companion twins and their conquests; after all, who hadn't? But seeing that at least the part about them being absolute delectable men was true, she idly wondered if the other parts of the stories were as well.

He sneered. "Ah, the new blood. Couldn't resist the temptation of an exciting job offer, could you? Always so eager to please." His voice was laced with sarcasm; Lusa and he had clashed from the start, and she'd used every opportunity to annoy the hell out of him. Except, of course, when she was taking care of her jobs. She just wanted to rile him up, after all, not appear incompetent.

She crossed her arms, unwittingly pushing up her breasts a bit. She couldn't help but notice that the gesture drew his gaze, and she smirked. "And you couldn't be arsed to make sure you're decent? After all, you summoned me, so you could at least have shown some respect."

They locked eyes then, and what she saw made her gasp. His gaze was hard, determined, but there was something more. She felt a hot flush creep down her body, the feeling gathering in her belly and dropping a bit lower still. He looked at her with heat in his eyes, and his sneer turned into something much more … feral. He threw the towel on his bed, stood up and closed the distance between them in two strides.

He stood so close that Lusa involuntarily stepped back, and promptly collided with something hard, which also sized her hips in a firm grip. She'd been so intent upon the almost nude form of his brother that she hadn't noticed Farkas coming up behind her. Her eyes grew wide, and she sucked in a breath, her mouth falling open.

"Well", Vilkas drawled, "I could have made sure I was decent before you came in, true. But … " He took another small step towards her, truly trapping her between the two towering men, "… that kind of would have defeated the purpose of summoning you here."

He grinned, flashing some of his even white teeth, and placed his hands above his brother's on her waist.

Her heart was racing, but she managed to use some of the indignation that his comment provoked. "So you mean to tell me that this so-called job is just me being some kind of entertainment for you?" She tried to shove him away from her, but somehow her Dragonborn strength chose this exact moment to desert her. His grip around her waist tightened incrementally, and he lowered his head so that his breath ghosted over her neck. She shivered.

"Ah, I wouldn't phrase it that way … I have a pretty specific form of entertainment in mind when it comes to you, my little elf." And then he closed the last few centimeters between them and kissed her hard.

Lusa tried to fight it, tried to quench the hot spark of arousal that lanced through her, but this was a fight she couldn't win. She let her eyes fall close and opened her mouth to Vilkas' searching tongue.

Dimly, she heard a groan coming from behind her and Farkas' hands on her hips began caressing her in soft circles. He pulled her closer, and he could feel his leather-clad arousal pressing in the small of her back. He really was massive in every way. So the stories are true, she thought, which sent a fresh wave of heat towards her pussy. One of Farkas' hands stilled, holding her tight against him, and the other wandered towards her front. He pressed his palm flat against her abdomen, and slipped inside her pants. She moaned into Vilkas' kiss, who used the opportunity to plunder her mouth even more.

While Farkas' hand drew circles on her skin, dipping lower every time, Vilkas gathered her shirt in his hands and, without missing a beat, tore it apart, leaving her torso clad only in her breastband. He shoved it upwards, and her breasts fell free. They were nicely rounded and big enough to fit into his hands perfectly. He gently massaged them and tweaked her nipples, making her moan louder and arch into his hands, her pelvis pressing into his groin. When they came up for air, she glanced down and saw that his cock had lifted the loincloth and was now standing proud before her, its head big and glistening with precum. She tried to get hold of it, but he distracted her by latching onto her right nipple, sucking and licking and making her breath come in short gasps, her hands fisting in his hair and holding him in place.

Farkas used the hand that wasn't exploring her pants to turn her head toward him and captured her lips in a searing kiss of his own. At the same time, his fingers arrived at her folds and found her pretty wet already. His large hand cupped her mound, and his fingers slipped inside her effortlessly. He used his thumb to rub over her clit while the rest of his fingers teased and fucked her opening. He delved deep and curled his fingers upward, hitting her g-spot and making her shriek, breaking their kiss. He grinned and dipped his head towards her neck, licking and suckling, leaving a mark for the world to see.

Lusa was in heaven. She arched and twisted between the twins' hard bodies, their hands bringing her pleasures she didn't know existed. She wasn't unexperienced, but never before had two men pleasured her at the same time, and seemingly without a thought about their own arousals. She reached back and tried to touch the hard cock pressing into her back, but Farkas only chuckled and swapped her hand away. However, he took her move as reason to speed up his movements, his fingers curling and thrusting and rubbing so fast Lusa didn't know what hit her. When she came, she screamed so loud she was sure all of Jorrvaskr heard her orgasm. Her walls contracted hard around Farkas' fingers, milking them, and for a moment she wished it was his cock inside her. She threw her arms around Vilkas' neck, her legs trembling and too weak to support her any longer. The two men pressed close, holding her in between them until she'd stopped shaking.

When she was able to stand again, the twins pulled away slightly and grinned down at her. Lusa thought that now was her turn to please them, and oh how she wanted to get a taste of those beautiful cocks.

Her quest was thwarted, however, by a royally pissed-off huntress. Aela knew better than to barge into one of the twins' rooms unannounced, so she hollered down the hallway. "Farkas, Vilkas, you two big oafs! Did you forget that we're supposed to go mammoth hunting this morning? The gold doesn't wander into our coffers by itself!"

"Don't get your knickers in a twist, Aela! We'll be right there." The two men chuckled ruefully, and Vilkas threw the dragonborn one of his shirts. "Can't let you wander around half-naked, now, can we? If you're quick and sneaky, you might even make it back to your bunk without being noticed wearing one of my shirts." He smirked at her again and put on a pair of cotton pants over his still erect cock.

Farkas leant close to her and whispered in her ear. "If you're still interested in taking this job and want to know the whole scale of it, come to the Underforge tonight after sundown."

"Underforge?" Lusa queried. He grinned. "Yes. Just meet us at the way to the forge, right next to the training ground." Even though she'd just had the best orgasm in her life, she huffed. "You seem awful sure that I'll be there. What if I decide it wasn't worth my while?" His expression sent a hot shiver across her body. "Judging by the force of your orgasm just now, I really don't think you'd want to miss what else we can do with your body." He leant closer again. "We'll fuck you until you can't walk anymore. We'll fill you with our cum, again and again, until it leaks from your every hole. We will take your cunt and your ass, and you will love every second of it." She groaned. His words were almost enough to bring her to the brink of orgasm again.

The twins gave her one last stare, and then they left her standing in the middle of Vilkas' room, going to get breakfast before embarking on their mammoth hunt. Both of them still sported obvious erections, but they obviously didn't care who saw them. Lusan sank down onto Vilkas' bed and pondered whether she really should take the twins up on their offer.

She could barely wait for nightfall.