Brother and Sister in Arms Ch. 7
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Garth waited anxiously by the stone wall of the Underforge. Every now and then, he'd glance up at the full moon, wondering where Aela was. "You actually came," her voice whispered behind him.
"Of course," he answered. "I mean...you asked me to. Why wouldn't I have come?"
With a flirty giggle, she placed her hand on the stone wall. "I thought you may have chickened out," she admitted. "Or told Kodlak. This is a secret after all."
The newly inducted shield-brother turned a bright pink and shook his head fervently. "I'd never rat you out. But what are we doing here?"
"You'll see," she sang, slipping into the shadows.
Garth trailed along behind her, the Underforge's entrance closing behind him. When the torch's suddenly illuminated, he jumped. In Aela's place, instead of her normally feminine figure, there was the body of a werewolf.
"Scared?" she asked.
"Never."
"Good."
Taking one of her claws, she jabbed it into her palm, holding it over a stone basin. With a quick movement, blood began to pour from her hand filling up the bowl. Once she'd finished, she held her hand up in front of her and ran a long pink tongue over the cut.
Garth remained silent, watching as she slowly transformed back into her beautiful human form. "And now, everything is ready. It's time for you to truly join us, Garth. I want you to drink my blood. If you do, you'll be given the blood of the wolf. You'll join in our hunt once and for all."
Their eyes met, and again Garth could have sworn he was melting. He moved to the basin, staring into the dark red pool. His own eyes stared back at him, and he began to wonder if this was the wisest course of action.
With Aela's silent urging, he dipped his hands in the pool. Bringing the blood to his lips, he drank from the her essence. Immediately, his knees collapsed beneath him. He fell to his hands and knees, coughing on the blood.
Aela knelt down beside him, wrapping her arms around his head and drawing it to her chest. "Shh," she cooed, running her fingers through his dark hair. "It'll only hurt for a second. You'll be just fine."
Garth's body shuddered before he collapsed unconscious. The huntress dropped him to the ground, leaving him there as she returned to her room. In time, he'd awaken to the beast within.
Robyn's face was buried in her pillow, muffling her sobs. She hated this. Her brother had managed to get in, but she'd failed to, just because she'd done what was right. Worse, she'd let her emotions take control of her, so she couldn't even explain herself to Kodlak or anyone else.
Aela had won. Robyn had lost. When her brother didn't come to check on her, it just made her cry even harder. How could he care so little about her emotions, but care so much about her life?
There was a pounding at her door that made her raise her head slightly. "Hello?" she called out, trying to keep her voice steady. There was no response, only more furious banging. "Garth?"
Robyn moved towards the door as the person on the other side continued knocking. Her hand reached for the door handle, and opened it. On the other side was an enormous wolf-man, with hair as black as midnight and fangs bared.
Her mouth opened to scream, but with one swipe of his massive paw, he'd struck her in the stomach. The wind was knocked from her lungs as he easily lifted her and hurled her back onto the bed.
Stepping through, he slammed the door shut behind him, eyes glowing with ferocity. Air slowly began to come back to Robyn as she gasped on the bed, trying to get up to run. The wolf's muscles coiled before he pounced, taking her down on to the bed his fangs bared.
He roared in her face, flecks of spit covering her cheeks and lips as she gave a whimper of fear. But when her eyes met his, she saw the familiar gleam in them that she'd seen in her brother's eyes.
Immediately, the worry she'd had faded into nothing. Her hands reached up to take the werewolf's cheeks as she stared at him. "Garth?" she whispered in awe. "What have they done to you?"
Garth's pink tongue extended between his jaws, running affectionately up his sister's cheek. Her body shivered beneath him as she held him close. Her heart was racing in excitement, as he pressed closer to her, his tongue slipping between her lips and into her panting mouth.
Her eyes slowly closed as she sucked on the pink muscle. Even when his claws tore her robes from her, she didn't react, save to surrender herself to his might. This was another sign from Dibella, she reasoned. Proof that she wasn't yet to give up. He'd not come to terms in his mind, but in his heart, he craved her.
Robyn's hands ran through the soft black fur, lowering to between his legs and caressing his sheath. As the skin pulled back, the large bulbous red cock slipped out, coating her hand in its precum.
Her eyes widened as it continued to grow, more and more. This was even bigger than her brother's had been. Almost doubly so. If he took her like this, she was certain he'd tear her apart.
"W-wait," she pleaded to him, but he didn't listen. Instead, his head lowered, nipping at her neck and shoulder. His sharp teeth punctured her skin, but only barely. Small crimson drops formed that were quickly lapped away.
His tip pressed against her entrance, and though she attempted to keep her thighs shut, Garth wouldn't have it. His clawed hands wrapped around her entire thighs, now massive in size, and forced them up and apart.
"Garth, no!" Robyn cried. "Don't do that! Please, you're going to...AHH!"
A shrill cry rang into the air as he forced his large cock inside of her. Her legs flung wildly in the air as she struggled against his strength, but it was no use. He was in complete control here, and she knew it too.
In her room, Aela lay in her bed, perusing a copy of the Lusty Argonian Maid. Despite that everyone viewed her as insensitive, she was, in fact, a woman. As such, she still had womanly needs. That is what had fueled her to push Garth's transformation forward so swiftly.
While she didn't have any romantic feelings for the new-blood, she had to admit that he was physically...admirable. Better yet, he practically drooled over her like a slobbering pup being offered a bone.
When she heard the hall doors slam open, a smile came to her lips. Any moment now, he'd come crashing into her room and he'd give her what she craved. But when nothing happened after a few minutes, she frowned.
"Where the hell did that dog go?" she grumbled. Moving to her door, she peered out, to find the halls empty. Aela knew she hadn't been mistaken in hearing him enter. Her bare feet traversed the cold cobblestone as she looked around in confusion.
That's when she heard a muffled scream off to her side. Uh oh. It came from Garth's room! Aela pressed her ear to the door. "Garth, no!" Robyn cried. "Don't do that! Please, you're going to...AHH!"
The huntresses eyes widened. No way. He was raping her? This wasn't what Aela had wanted. It was true she didn't approve of Robyn being a companion, but this was too much. Garth was her brother, and now, his sister would never be able to look at him the same again.
Worse, she knew it was all her fault. Aela pressed her back to the side of the door, slowly sliding to the ground and pulling her knees to her chest. What could she do? She could always put Garth down, but in doing so, she'd only traumatize Robyn more.
Tomorrow, she could apologize to her, and try to make it up to her somehow...but that would mean admitting what she'd done. Not to mention why she'd done it. The last thing she wanted was to show that weakness to the others.
There was only one choice. She had to redeem herself through the old ways. A warrior's death at the hands of an honorable foe. It was the only way. And she knew just how to do it, too. Standing up, she rushed off to the archives that contained notes regarding the Silver Hand. If she found one of their bases, she'd be able to go down fighting.
Robyn's mouth opened in a gasp of both pain and delight. Her brother was truly magnificent like this, more so than she could ever have expected. He began furiously pounding away at her, only stretching her more with each thrust.
"FUS!" Robyn managed to knock him back just enough that she could reposition herself. Turning over, she climbed to all fours, spreading her legs enough to be able to take him at least semi-comfortably. "I wasn't saying, 'no', Garth," she purred, shaking her hips. "You just have to be a little more gentle with me. I am your little sister after all."
The wolf climbed back on top of her. The pointed tip of his phallus slid inside of her, going even deeper than before. He was mounting her like a true beast, and she found herself pressing back against him.
"Much better," she gasped, his thrusts beginning to grow in speed and ferocity. Robyn bit her lip as his claws sank into her shoulders. She could feel his enormous knot, easily four inches across, trying to push its way into her. Even with the tearing, her body struggled to allow it entrance.
Finally, it entered her linking them together. A low moan escaped her lips as she began pounding herself on his cock. Bliss rushed through her veins as she peered over her shoulder at her brother. Sure enough, his eyes were closed, long tongue lulled out in ecstasy.
Her Dibellan training had taught her the proper muscle movements to bring pleasure to a male without pushing him over the edge. Even as tight as she felt to his cock, there would be nothing but pleasure for him, if Robyn had any say in it.
Her fingers dug into the sheets as his clawed hand pressed on to her head. With a cry of bliss, she was forced downward, her cries and moans muffled by her pillow. Garth wouldn't stop. His hips continued to pump in and out, pounding her further into the mattress.
This was everything his sister wanted. The fantasy, the desire, the hunger...finally, she could be satisfied. And satisfied she was. The way his throbbing member seemed to fill her insides perfectly was enough to drive her insane.
Her knees trembled as she hiked her ass up further for him. She wanted to take him deeper. Further than any man has been in her body. The pleasure made her arch her spine, as she came on her brother's dick.
His hot wolfy breath burned the back of her neck, before she felt his cool tongue licking her affectionately. Pressing back against him, Robyn used one hand to grip his head so she could pull him to nuzzle against her. "I knew you loved me," she whispered to him. "I just knew it. The way you made love to me. That's not how someone who hates someone treats them."
Garth gave a low whine, licking her cheek. Robyn's lips curled into a smile as she grinded back against him. Another orgasm racked her nervous system, causing her body to run rigid with bliss.
Her brother's cock twitched before firing thick, goopy, ropes of spunk into her pussy. Having finished utilizing her for his pleasure, he dropped her indignantly onto the bed. Her ragged breathing normally would have excited him more, but instead, he curled up beside her limp body to rest.
When Robyn turned over to look her brother in his eyes, she could barely contain the ecstasy she felt. The post coital stupor she had was even better than their fist romp in the wilderness of Skyrim. "I love you big brother. After today, you knew exactly how to make me feel better." As thanks, she leaned forward and placed a kiss on his wet nose.
The wolfman gave her nose a lick in response, causing her to giggle. Wrapping her arms around her brother, Robyn buried her face in his chest. His dark fur was so soft and warm, completely unlike what she'd have expected from a werewolf. He pulled her further into his embrace, where she fell asleep listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
The wolf stared down at the young...thing. The name for it escaped him. It wasn't quite prey, but it wasn't quite mate. Mine. That was the word that popped into his mind. Staring down at the Mine, he slipped from her arms.
Her slumber was restful, now that he'd claimed and bred her. The Mine did not stir. Something had attracted his attention. It had the smell of another wolf. Also female, and yet, she was intruding upon his territory.
He licked his chops. This other wolf was Mine, too. At least, she would be once she too had been thoroughly claimed. He emerged from the room, following the trail of her scent down the hall and out of Jorrvaskr.
Unbeknownst to him, a second wolf was with the first. A male. But that was okay. Garth knew that if he must battle the other male, he would come out on top as the Alpha.
"I don't understand why you had to tag along," Aela huffed, arms crossed over her chest. "It isn't anything major."
"Nothing major?" Skjorn scoffed. "I'd say raiding the Silver Hand is most certainly something major." His eyes looked up at the large fortress that they were holed up in. "I can't believe you were honestly going to go in without a shield-brother. That is way too dangerous."
"I would have been fine."
"Then there should be no problem with me taking a look first to make sure it's safe."
"No, Skjor, wait…"
"Relax. Count back from 30 then come after me." He clasped her shoulder, giving her a reassuring smile. He then transformed and rushed onward, ready to taste blood.
Aela gave a groan of disappointment. This was not how it was supposed to go. "30...29...28...27...26…" She counted down slowly and impatiently. The moment she heard a stick snap a short ways away though, her boredom made way for survival.
Crouching low to the ground, her eyes scanned the treeline. The wood of her bow creaked as she nocked an arrow. Another crack behind her made her wheel around, just as a black streak slammed full force into her. The arrow went careening into a tree, Garth now laying on top of her.
He gave a snarl, pinning her down by her wrists. His pink tongue lolled out to leave a streak of warm saliva up her face. "Oh great," she grumbled. "Now you're chasing me." Her eyes glowed fiercely. "Get off of me."
Her words were an order. However, the wolf in Garth was not one to obey. Instead he opened his maw wide, placing his jaws around her throat with a growl of warning. In the time it took him to chase her down, his desire to mate had bubbled up.
Already, his red cock had emerged from his sheath to press against her pale thigh. Precum dribbled from the tip, the scent of which called to the basest desires of Aela's hindbrain. Still, after what had happened with Robyn, and knowing it was her actions that caused it, the huntress felt nauseous at the thought.
His cock slipped between her legs, grinding against her undergarments. While her thoughts were against this, her body disagreed. Her arousal dampened her panties, driving the wolf even more wild with her scent. "Garth, grab a hold of yourself!" she demanded.
The new blood ignored her, pressing his cock hard against the fabric that blocked her snatch from him. She bit her lip, shutting her eyes tightly. Sure enough, the thinner pieces of fabric tore.
With a thrust, the remnants of the article were forced deep into her pussy. A gasp of bliss erupted from Aela's throat. That low moan reached into the subconscious of the wolf. The black fur withdrew from him, leaving his pink flesh.
His claws withdrew as he collapsed, his face resting between her breasts. He took deep breaths, the exhaustion that he felt now catching up with his mortal body. "Nngh...where am I?" When he opened his eyes, panic began to set in. "Aela?! What happened and did we…?" Blood rushed to his cheeks as he quickly scrambled away from her. "Oh Divines, I am so sorry. I mean, I remember the ritual, and then it's all just a blur."
"It's okay," she replied, sitting up carefully.
"Did I hurt you?"
"Not even a little," she sighed. "I can't believe you followed me here."
"Where are we?"
"Eastmarch. Gallows Rock, to be specific. It's one of the headquarters of the Silver Hand."
"What are we doing here?" Garth asked. "I mean, is there another piece of Wuuthrad in there?"
"I just thought I'd repay them for that little trap they set. I was supposed to do it alone but Skjor…" Her eyes widened. "Skjor! He decided to scout ahead. We need to go after him!"
"Got it," Garth said, drawing his shield and sword instinctively. He paused for a moment before looking at her in confusion. "How did I even get these? I mean, it's not like my armor fit me in my wolf form, right?"
"It transforms with you. Now come on!"
The two charged in, blade and arrow at the ready. Wooden spikes were planted in the keep's courtyard with the heads of werewolves impaled upon them. The garish display set Garth on edge, but he pushed it out of his mind.
He knew he should be more concerned about Skjor, but he felt something off with Aela. Admittedly, he'd woken up with his dick inside of her. While he may have enjoyed that, it was not necessarily his idea of a romantic first time. That's when Farkas' advice echoed in his head.
"Umm...Aela?"
"What is it? Do you see something?" she asked, swiveling her head in all directions.
"No. But about what happened between us...I hope you know that I respect you far more than…"
"Don't worry about it," she interrupted. "I like to think I'm a good read of character. You don't strike me as the sort to take without asking."
"N-no, of course not. But I think part of the reason behind was...well, I really admire you."
"Thanks. But can we please table this conversation?" she asked, already growing uncomfortable.
"Right. Sorry. After Skjor then. Maybe over a meal? My treat."
"Maybe," she agreed.
Bursting through the door in the hold, immediately it was clear that carnage occured in the room. There were smears of blood all over the floor and walls, and in the closet there was even a werewolf, hanging upside down by his ankle with his throat slashed.
Blood had pooled beneath him, giving it a rancid smell. The stench of decay hung in the air as Garth stepped closer to examine him. "Is that…?"
"No," Aela answered. "By the smell of them, it's not anyone we know. Honestly, some people succumb completely to the beast. They go feral and never go back to their human selves."
"Didn't think to mention that before the ritual?" he asked.
Aela shot him an irritated look. "I was confident that as a Companion and a shield-brother, you'd be able to handle yourself. You did well...more or less. At the very least, no one died."
"Yeah, but still I…"
She placed her hand on his shoulder. "Hey. Didn't I tell you to stop worrying about it? Believe me, if I had an issue, I'd say so. Do I really strike you as the kind of woman who keeps her thoughts to herself?"
"I suppose you have a point," he surrendered.
The huntress gave him a reassuring smile. It felt fake on her lips, but it was enough that garth returned the gesture with a smile of his own. "Let's keep going. Want to bag some kills before Skjor gets them all, you know?"
"Right."
Moving further into the hall, they came upon a room where the Silver Hand were tending to some of their wounded members. Skjor had come through here as well. Garth and Aela pressed against the wall, remaining silent until one of them stepped out to grab more bandages.
Immediately, Aela grabbed him, using her bowstring to garrote him. It was all the opening that was needed for Garth to slash his neck, preventing him from calling for help and ending his life.
They then rushed into the room, Aela firing arrows into the injured zealots as Garth sliced the enemies down where they stood. While he stood over his fallen foes, it left his back open. When the silver blade cut into his back there was a sizzling noise.
He cried out in pain, turning to block the next strike on his shield. The huntress released an arrow with a 'twang'. It buried between the eyes of the warrior, sending him flat on his back. "Why did that hurt so bad?" Garth asked. "It feels like someone just cut me with a sword fresh from the forge."
"Silver," Aela commented, moving to check his wound. "Don't worry, it's shallow. You'll find that as a werewolf you're stronger and faster. But it comes with a weakness to silver weapons."
"Well that's...unfortunate."
"Yeah well. That's the price of strength," she said. "Let's keep going. I've got a bad feeling in my gut. The leader of the Silver Hand is known as 'The Skinner', for obvious reasons. As powerful as Skjor is, we can't let him face that monster alone."
To be continued...
