It took a lot to intimidate Marian. When Fenris grabbed her and slammed her against the wall and his lyrium came alive, she was thrilled. When he carried her up the stairs and tore her robe and smalls from her before he even closed the door behind him, she was ready for him. She had been for a very long time.

His eyes never left hers as he swiftly unbuckled his armor, and she licked her lips, ready to taste his bare skin and feel him come inside her as she dreamed of all these years.

Then, she saw it.

Maker, if she had any inclination that his cock would be this beautiful and this big, she would have tried all the harder to bed him.

Isabela is going to fucking die.

She ran at him and he caught her, sliding her down on his member in one swift motion, and slamming her back against the wall, the dark room only lit by the lyrium etched on his skin. She let out a scream, so unused to this feeling and the delicious burn that accompanied it.

They kissed furiously as he slammed into her, all the years of frustration and anger with one another being let go in scratches and bites and rough kisses that would leave their lips and bodies sore for days.

They had marked each other, body and soul. Now, nothing would ever be the same.