My Thane

Part 1

"I don't think that's wise, my Thane…" Lydia reminded as she watched the wood elf woman before her.

They were just a little southeast of Whiterun. They were on their way back after dealing with a dragon that had been plaguing a nearby settlement by taking the farmers livestock.

On their way back, Flora spotted a mountain flower. A smile graced Lydia's features as she remember all the times the dragonborn had dismounted just to get her hands on the local plant life. Almost as if her name was an actual curse, urging her to collect as many specimens as possible for her potions.

This time however, Flora had found a meadow full of specimens. From her elevated position on her brown mare, Lydia held onto the straps of leather that kept her Thane's black horse from wandering off to graze.

The black, red eyed steed made shivers run down her spine. She didn't know why. It was as if there was some sinister energy radiating off of the beast.

She had told herself that since Flora was gifted with not just bows and blades, but the ways of the arcane arts, that maybe she had enchanted the horse, or enchanted something on it.

She watched as the elf kneeled down gracefully in her formfitting dark leather armor. A orcish dagger was strapped on her right leg just above her boot. On the left side of her waist was an equipped elven blade. A deer hide quiver was strapped to her back and full of iron arrows, witch Lydia wouldn't doubt were all poisoned at the tips. Her foresworn bow was attached to her saddle.

"I wont be long." the elf answered before she turned to look at her. Her short hazel colored hair blow in the wind as she turned.

The housecarl had to divert her eyes when she noticed her eyes had wandered south from her Thane's green eyes to the opening in the leather armor that was opened a little at the top to reveal a large amount of cleavage. She knew it was how she caught man off guard in combat, but that didn't stop her from taking quick glances when the woman wasn't looking.

She had no problem with a woman being attracted to another woman, or a man to another man, but she didn't even know she was one of those women until she was made Flora's housecarl.

She didn't know how the woman would react so she kept quiet about her slowly developing attraction to the wood elf.

"I just think we are too exposed in this clearing." she warned. "What if some bandits spotted us like yesterday?"

They both made it out of the ambush with barely a scratch, but she didn't like the lewd comments directed at them. That bandit died quickly, but not before she sent her armored foot into the man's groin. She knew deep down that she was more enraged from the comments directed at her companion, then to herself.

Lydia's heart skipped a beat when she notice she had the perfect view of Flora's breasts at the angle. Subconsciously she licked her lips. Her crotch grinded into the leather saddle, careful as not to draw the attention of the subject of her desires. She could feel herself moisten as many sinful thoughts entered her mind. She wanted to dismount her horse and press her lips upon the woman's and feel the firm breasts as her other hand would find it's way down to the slightly shorter woman's core. The friction sent small waves of pleasure through her as she bit her lower lip.

Oh how she loved to ride in a saddle. A woman could stimulate herself without anyone around being the wiser unless someone touched the wetness forming under her.

"We're fine." the woman picking flowers reassured as she plucked a petal and lightly tasted it with the tip of her pink tongue before she bit down on it as if to judge it's worth by it's taste and texture.

The reaction to watching the short show was like a lightning bolt was sent through her body and collected between her legs. She bit harder on her lip as she muffled a moan that threatened to escape her.

"Please don't do that. At least not in front of me." she groaned as she remembered a time Flora had done the same thing with a Nightshade. How she didn't poison herself was beyond her knowledge. Maybe she developed an immunity to the plant.

Her reaction earned her a smirk as the woman looked up at her.

She had to divert her eyes again before the elf could notice she was able to see down the front of the tunic.

"Do you know if many people come through here?" she asked as she got up to tie the plant filled bag to her saddle.

"Not likely." she guessed as she realized she was eyelevel with her crotch, and only had to turn to see her grinding into the leather. The thrill of thinking of getting caught almost made her a little lightheaded. "We're far off the trail. Why?"

"I think I found a good place to gather ingredients." she answered. "This clearing has a large variety of specimens, both plants and insects. Also has little traces of wildlife grazing." she patted her horse's mane lovingly before pulling herself into the saddle. "Unless Shadowmere eats everything. Right boy?"

As if it understood her, the horse shook its head a little as if trying to rid itself of some insects.

Lydia stopped her ministrations before she was looked at.

"Lets head home. I want to experiment." she explained with a sense of giddiness.

The other woman smiled at the elf's happy expressions as she followed.

Now that she was not being looked at, she continued rubbing her core into the saddle. her eyes were glued onto the woman's back and waist as the friction escalated her pleasure. At this point she was humping the saddle as quickly and quietly as she could as she neared her limits.

What she wouldn't give for Flora to plunge her tongue into her depths and taste her as she would any of her ingredients. She imagined she was rubbing her crotch into Flora's face as the leather became soaked with her juices.

Those thoughts sent her over the edge as she grabbed onto the front of the saddle before her and bit down on the leather strip in her other hand. Her eyes closed as the waves of her orgasm went through her whole body.

She wanted to shout Flora's name for all of Tamriel to hear, but all that escaped the leather between her teeth was a quiet long moan.

Once she finished riding out her climax, she slumped onto the saddle exhausted and out of breath. She finally opened her eyes and looked at where she was sitting to see that both her crotch and saddle were drenched. She moved a finger along the slick surface and brought it up to her mouth and sucked her fingers until they were clean.

She moved to get piece of cloth to clean up the mess before they reached Whiterun and froze when a cloth was offered to her by a feminine dark gloved hand.

Attached to the hand was Flora riding next to her.

She was blushing a little with a straight look on her face as she watched Lydia with her calculating eyes as the woman accepted the favor. The nord didn't know what else to do. She didn't know how long Flora had been watching her, how she thought of her, how things would be between them.

No debt her face was as red as the eyes of the beast the woman in her fantasies was riding.

Before she could start cleaning up, she was shocked when the elven woman removed her glove and reached for the nord's saddle. Lydia stiffened as she felt her heart beating in her chest as she watched Flora collect some of her juices on her finger and bring it to her mouth to taste her.

A wave of pleasure went through her body as she watched what she had been imagining just moments ago.

Lydia noticed the coloration on the elf's face as her features showed she was calculating the new taste in he mouth as she looked foreword. Finally after fifteen seconds of awkward silence, the elf looked back to her.

"Two grams. Mix with four grams dried and powdered blue mountain flower petals. Heat for seven minutes." she spoke as if expecting the woman to understand her alchemic calculations. "Heated honey, add one gram of crushed lavender stems. Mix both solutions over an intense flame. Allow to simmer before mixing. Add two spoons full of sugar to remove bitter taste."

Lydia was now extremely confused and summed up what she thought with one word. "What?"

The woman didn't answer. She didn't know if it was the fact that she was not heard or if she was being ignored. "We are almost to Whiterun. Recommend you cleanup."

Lydia snapped her eyes forward and her eyes widened when she realized they were almost to the stables in front of the city gate.

After hastily cleaning the parts of the saddle she could get to while sitting on it, she hesitated as she was thinking about what to do with the damp cloth.

Flora solved the problem as she snatched the cloth quickly and put it in her armor where her cleavage was.