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Ch. 6
Men of War Pt.2
The ancient stones of the Palace of the Kings seemed to stare down at Vilkas as he strode through the snow covered courtyard. The icy wind of Skyrim howled full force through the oldest human city in Tamriel, driving the city's inhabitants to seek shelter inside from the powerful blows of the storm. The wind was so strong, that Vilkas stumbled a few times when a particularly stout gust would swirl through. Vilkas scowled beneath his helm & thought to himself ruefully, It seems as though the very elements conspire against our endeavor.
Standing before the palace gave Vilkas a strange sense of national pride, combined with unease. He was proud of what his ancestors had built & accomplished after fleeing their ancient homeland of Atmora, but he could not ignore the sense of dread & insignificance as he looked up at the massive granite blocks. Those stones had stood for thousands of years & would stand for thousands more after his grandchildren's grandchildren were long dead & buried. Shaking his head to clear it of such morbid thoughts, Vilkas turned towards Bjorn & asked him for the fourth time since they had left Candlehearth Hall, "Now, what are you to do while I am speaking with Jarl Ulfric?"
Bjorn glared at his mentor before huffing exasperatedly, "I'll be doing my best to keep my temper in check, no matter what is said, & being as silent as possible. I'm not an idiot you know."
Cuffing the younger man upside his head, Vilkas growled, "No, you're not. But Ulfric's men, ARE! These arseholes can try the patience of even the best of men. Trust me. And don't sass me again, cub. You might have the strength of a werebear, but I'll still pull you over my knee & give your hide a tanning that you'll not soon forget."
They trudged through the slushy snow towards the entrance to the great hall, & stopped when a Stormcloak guard stepped in front of them. The guard sized up the two strangers, realized quickly that he was outmatched a hundred times over by the two Companions, & asked in a quavering voice, "Who are you, & what business do you have with Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak?"
"I am Vilkas Blood-Howl of the Companions, & this is my protégé, Bjorn Frost-Claw. We are here with a message for your Jarl from Harbinger Vrael Iron-Heart, the Dragonborn", the older warrior announced in a clear ringing voice.
Taken aback by the storied names being thrown at him, the Stormcloak guard stuttered his way through an apology, "F-f-forgive me, Companion. I-I had no idea. Of course, Jarl Ulfric will want to see you right away. If you would, p-please follow me."
Vilkas nodded his head once in accordance, & followed the young man through the palace doors. The giant iron hinges creaked & popped as rust & ice strained to keep the massive portals closed. Stepping in front of Vilkas & Bjorn, the young Stormcloak looked around until he saw the Jarl's steward walking towards them. The young guard introduced the steward as Jorleif, & then took his leave to return to his post. The steward asked them what their business was, & appearing satisfied with Vilkas' answer, bid them to follow him.
Jorleif walked them down the hall in between the long tables where many of Ulfric's warriors & thanes ate & drank. The hall was as loud as a dragon roaring in his ear when they had first arrived but as they continued walking towards the throne, an uneasy quiet settled in upon the assembled court. They finally reached the end of the hall & stood before the Bear of Markarth, Ulfric Stormcloak. He was a massive man. Powerfully built shoulders rested against the back of Ysgramor's throne. Arms that were layered with thick muscle, hung upon the throne's armrests. Atypical Nordic ice-blue eyes peered out from under a heavy brow, & golden hair hung down the side of a brutal, yet proud face.
Steward Jorleif cleared his throat & in a clear ringing voice announced, "My Jarl, Ladies & Gentleman of the court, I present to you Vilkas Blood-Howl of the fabled Companions, & his apprentice, Bjorn Frost-Claw; here to seek an audience with Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, Savior of the Nords, & the One True High King of Skyrim."
Silence prevailed for a moment before whispers began to fly around the room & Bjorn heard more than a few of them. "The Companions? What the fuck do those milk-drinkers want?"
"That pretty-boy is an apprentice to one of the Wolf-Brothers? How much lower can the Companions possibly sink?"
"He can apprentice those pretty little lips around my cock," another one laughed.
Bjorn gritted his teeth & forced himself not to rise to the bait, before growling under his breath, "Whatever you are going to say, you had best say it quick. I'm doing my best, but I'll make no promises if those jackasses keep it up."
Vilkas placed a steady hand on Bjorn's shoulder before stepping forward, & addressing Ulfric, "Jarl Ulfric, it is an honor to stand in your mighty city, & the halls of our ancestors."
Another voice from the crowd rose above the din & cried out, "You gave up all claim to these halls when you & those milk-drinking fucks you slum around with not only allowed those who are not Nords to join your ranks, but also refused to fight for Skyrim!"
A hint of a smile ghosted over Ulfric's face, before he raised a hand & quieted the court down, "Please, good people. This is one of the mighty Companions! Vilkas & his brother Farkas stand equal to even our most revered ancient legends. Show these men the respect they deserve."
The whispers from the court died down, but the malicious gazes refused to go away. Vilkas forced a smile as he inclined his head to the Jarl, "My Jarl Ulfric. I come to you on behalf of our homeland. Our homeland which is being terrorized by a menace from ancient times. Like the rest of you, I thought the stories of the dragons to be just that; stories. But now we have all faced the frightening truth of their existence & it will only get worse."
"Many say that the dragons are a divine punishment from Talos. A punishment for those who would turn their back on his worship," Ulfric stated, scratching his beard.
"My Harbinger, Vrael Iron-Heart the Dragonborn, has been in council with the Greybeards. They do not believe that is the reason for the dragon's return," Vilkas said amicably. At the mention of Vrael, the outbursts from the court began anew.
"Fuck the Dragonborn!"
"He's no Dragonborn! A true Dragonborn would stand up for the Nords & fight the Empire! He's nothing but a coward who hides behind the skirts of Torygg's slut!"
A loud & furious snarl ripped through the air like a crack of thunder. The entire court of Windhelm, went deadly silent as Bjorn rounded on them. They saw the glow of his eyes, & the massive hand that was grasping the axe handle over his shoulder. As a group, many court members slowly reached towards their own sword grips & axe handles at the display of hostility from Bjorn. Breathing heavily through gritted teeth which were slowly becoming fangs, Bjorn growled out at the court, "Say what you will about me. Say what you will about the Companions. Say whatever you like about Jarl Elisif. But if I hear anyone else offer insult to the Dragonborn again, I will rip your fucking head off."
Vilkas quickly put himself in between Bjorn & the members of Ulfric's court. Looking the younger man in the eye, Vilkas whispered fervently, "You have to calm down. I warned you that this could happen. Believe me, I want to thrash them within an inch of their lives as well, but Vrael needs us to convince Ulfric to attend the peace summit. Now take a deep breath, remove your hand from your axe, & calm down."
Taking one last fury-filled look at the members of Ulfric's court, Bjorn closed his eyes, breathed in deeply, & let it out slowly. When he opened his eyes again, the blue glow was gone & his teeth had returned to their normal human shape. Vilkas nodded at the cub & turned back to Ulfric who was, amazingly, glowering at his own court as well. Vilkas took a breath & opened his mouth to apologize for Bjorn's outburst, but was cut off when Ulfric raised his hand & motioned for him to be silent.
The Jarl of Windhelm continued to look out at his assembled court with anger in his gaze before stating in a booming voice that would brook no argument or disobedience, "I will say this only once, so everyone in this hall had best fuck their mouth shut & listen well. If I ever hear a member of my court give such an insult to the Dragonborn again, you will not have to worry about the young Companion removing your head, for I shall do it for him. Vrael Iron-Heart is a true & honorable Nord, & while he may not fight for our cause, he still fights for Skyrim in his own way. You WILL give him the respect he deserves. Do I make myself clear?"
As one every single member of the court bowed & intoned, "Yes, my Jarl."
Ulfric turned back towards Vilkas & asked, "Now, Companion. You said that the Dragonborn had been in council with my old masters? Well it's about time they turned their gaze from the Heavens, back to our bleeding homeland. What have the Greybeards & the Dragonborn discovered about the dragon menace?"
"It is much worse than we believed, Jarl Ulfric. Alduin has returned," Vilkas stated gravely.
Cries of panic, anger, & desbelief issued forth from the court as, all at once, the nobles attempted to speak & be heard above everyone else.
"How could the World-Eater have returned?"
"We are doomed."
"Alduin is just a scary story that mothers tell badly-behaved children. He's a fairytale!"
Vilkas sighed before clearing his throat & intoning,
"And the Scrolls have foretold, of black wings in the cold,
that when brothers wage war, come unfurled!
Alduin, Bane of Kings, ancient shadow unbound,
with a hunger to swallow the world."
Silence filled the great hall as Vilkas looked around at the gathered nobles & said, "Now I know it is hard to believe. We've all heard these tales & legends since we were children. But I tell you now, I have seen Alduin's wall myself & the prophecy written upon it is blood chilling."
Ulfric leaned forward on his throne, eyes alight with curiosity, & asked, "What prophecy do you speak of, Companion?"
Vilkas dragged the lines that he had memorized at Vrael's behest from the depths of his memory once more & quoted,
"When misrule takes its place at the eight corners of the world
When the Brass Tower walks & Time is reshaped
When the thrice-blessed fail & the Red Tower trembles
When the Dragonborn Ruler loses his throne, & the White Tower falls
When the Snow Tower lies sundered, kingless, & bleeding
The World-Eater shall wake, & the Wheel will turn upon the Last Dragonborn."
Gasps echoed throughout the hall as the nobles, all of them well educated people, put together the different calamities & historical events that the prophecy had made reference to. He even heard a few whispers, "The Red Mountain."
"Numidium…"
"I knew the fucking elves would be the death of us all."
Vilkas looked over his shoulder & simply stated "I assure you, ladies & gentleman, Alduin is very real. He is black as the abyss, with eyes of crimson blood, & a voice like thunder rolling across the mountain tops. He is utterly devoid of mercy, & sees all mortals, men & mer, as insects to be squashed. He seeks nothing less than the destruction of Nirn & all life as we know it."
"Very well, Companion. I believe the Dragonborn & the Greybeards. But how would you like me to help you?" Ulfric queried.
Vilkas took a deep breath & prayed to all the gods, before he answered, "The Dragonborn & the Greybeards wish to negotiate a temporary truce between your forces & the Empire until the Dragon menace can be dealt with."
Enraged outbursts followed from the nobles before Ulfric silenced them with another icy glare, "Of course I have nothing but the greatest respect for Vrael & my former masters. And you are right; the situation with the dragons has gotten far out of hand. But the political situation is still delicate. Not all of the Jarls will support my claim to the throne. I cannot afford to appear weak. I cannot attend this peace summit unless Tullius himself will be there."
"Then all is well, for I received confirmation yesterday, that Tullius & Elisif would both be attending. Shall I tell my Harbinger to expect you & your retinue on the 22nd of Frostfall?" Vilkas questioned innocently.
Ulfric merely looked at Vilkas with an appraising eye before booming out a laugh & stepping down from his throne. He knew he had been outmaneuvered, just as Aela had outmaneuvered Tullius. He clapped Vilkas & then Bjorn heavily upon their shoulders before announcing, "Tell your master, the Dragonborn, that I will indeed attend his peace summit. Let it not be said that Ulfric Stormcloak is not willing to compromise for the betterment of Skyrim."
"My Lord Vrael will be pleased indeed to hear it," Vilkas said surprise evident in his voice.
"Do not mistake my willingness to engage in this temporary truce, as a willingness to give up my claim on the throne. Once Vrael has dealt with Alduin, the Stormcloaks will continue to drive those milk-drinking Imperial bastards from our homeland. You yourself said all the Dragonborn needed was a temporary truce," Ulfric stated, a slight tone of warning in his voice.
Gritting his teeth at the man's power-hungry attitude & arrogance, Vilkas ground out, "I will relay your words to my Harbinger. We shall expect you at High Hrothgar on the 22nd of Frostfall, Jarl Ulfric. Ladies & gentleman, have a good evening."
"A moment, Vilkas," Ulfric called out walking towards them. The two Companions turned & waited for the Jarl who continued walking with them at a subdued pace towards the door. "How exactly will this peace summit help Vrael take on Alduin?"
Vilkas knew Ulfric would understand his simple answer of, "Balgruuf."
The Jarl of Windhelm threw his head back & laughed long & hard before saying, "I figured as much. Vrael & Alduin were the ones I heard battling atop the Throat of the World a year & a half ago weren't they? And Vrael managed to drive him off?"
"It is as you say, Jarl Ulfric."
"But he does not know how to find Alduin. Or better yet, Vrael knows where he is, but has no way of getting there, yes? Not without dying?"
Ulfric's insight & intelligence would have been unsettling if Vilkas had not been told by Vrael not to underestimate the leader of the Stormcloaks. Vilkas merely smiled at the rebel, & agreed, "Alduin fled to Sovngarde, to bolster his strength for his final assault upon Nirn. We know there is a portal, but we do not know where. Vrael needs a dragon to take him there."
"Hence, him needing Balgruuf's help. Or more to the point, Vrael needs to use his palace to trap a dragon & force its submission. A daring plan. One that Balgruuf will not agree to so long as Tullius & I both chomp at the bit for control of Whiterun," Ulfric stated simply.
"I believe the end of the world calls for nothing less than the most daring of plans," Vilkas explained.
Ulfric scratched his beard & nodded his head in agreement, "Indeed. Now you two must be off. I have many orders to give, & you two have quite a trip ahead of you. Speak to my steward, Jorleif, before you leave. He will see to it that you are given plenty of supplies & fresh horses for your journey to High Hrothgar. Good luck, Companions. May Talos be with you."
…
Vilkas lay in his bed at Candlehearth Hall, contemplating the events of the last few days & attempting to envision the coming days ahead. After their audience with Ulfric, Vilkas & Bjorn spoke with the steward Jorleif who was more than happy to arrange for their supplies to be waiting for them, along with fresh horses at the stables just on the bridge outside the city. After eating supper that evening, to the glares & mutterings of many disgruntled Stormcloak supporters, Vilkas commanded Bjorn to get some sleep. They would be leaving at first light in the morning. The cub needed plenty of rest. Not every man could climb the Throat of the World.
Realizing how hypocritical he was being by letting errant thoughts keep him from slumber, Vilkas threw a few more logs onto the fire, & made to lie down beneath the furs. Just as he made his way to the bed, a soft knock sounded on his door. Stalking to the door, Vilkas yanked it open & began to growl out, "What the f-"
Naralena stood on the other side of the door, her dainty hand raised as if to knock again. Her bright crimson eyes were wide with shock at the abrupt opening of the door, & shock at the sight of the massive shirtless Nordic warrior who greeted her. The growl in Vilkas' throat had died down, when he saw that it was Naralena who had knocked, & the two stood there staring at each other, neither knowing what to say. Vilkas motioned her into the room, & as she stepped inside & huddled near the warmth of the fire, he closed the door behind her.
Finally, Vilkas broke the silence with a gruff, "Hello, Naralena. Can I help you with something? I was just about to try & get some sleep before I left on another fool-hardy quest which is likely to end with me being a dragon's supper."
His pride still stung from the many things she had said to him, & that same pride refused to allow his desire for this female to overrule his indignity over her insults. I do not care that she smells like a rose garden on a full moons summer night, he kept trying to tell himself over & over again, but as soon as she opened her mouth to speak & he heard her incredible voice again, he knew he could not stay angry at her.
"I wanted to come & apologize for everything that I said last night. I had no right to insult you in such a manner. The work you do as a Companion & as one of the Dragonborn's allies is beyond important. I know that, & I'm sorry for what I said. You're not an ice-brained barbarian with more balls than brains. You are an honorable, capable, & strong warrior. The Dragonborn is lucky to have a friend such as you fighting with him," Naralena whispered in a tiny voice.
Gods, she even sounds sexy when she is contrite & upset! What the fuck is wrong with me? Vilkas thought exasperatedly. Taking a deep breath, Vilkas ran a hand through his hair & said to her, "Do not trouble yourself. I have been called worse things than that today alone. I knew you were upset & did not mean them."
The tiny Dunmer woman rounded on Vilkas with an angry gleam in her eye as she asked, "Who has insulted you today?"
Vilkas pulled a chair out from the table near the fire & poured a glass of warm cider for Naralena, then he began to recount the events of his & Bjorn's meeting with Ulfric. When told her about the many insults thrown at the Companions, Elisif, Bjorn, & even Vilkas himself, she began cursing vehemently in her mother tongue. Vilkas' Dunmeri was a little rusty but he was pretty sure she made mention of "those inbred, pig-fucking Nords". He also told her about how Ulfric put his foot down when members of the court insulted Vrael.
"I was just a surprised as everyone else. Here I was chastising Bjorn for losing his temper, & then Ulfric goes & threatens to remove the head of the next person to insult the Dragonborn."
When Vilkas mentioned the prophecy he recited for the nobles, Naralena interrupted him & asked, "Prophecy? What prophecy?"
Vilkas recounted the foretelling that was written upon Alduin's wall, & Naralena shuddered, "By Azura, that sends a chill into my very soul. I believed you when you told me about Alduin the first time, just for the simple fact that monsters from fairytales are now burning the countryside. But to hear that prophecy mention the Staff of Chaos, Numidium, Red Mountain, the Oblivion Crisis, the Great War, & the Civil War? And it had stood for thousands of years before any of those events? That chills my blood far more effectively than even the coldest Skyrim night."
"Now do you see why I fight, lass?" Vilkas asked her quietly, barely even realizing that he had grabbed her small hands in his large ones & was rubbing them to ward off the cold.
Meeting his icy gaze with her own scarlet eyes, she sighed & nodded her head in agreement, "Yes, I understand. I know you are one of the greatest warriors in the land & that your best friend, who is by all rights a demi-god, needs your help to save the world. But that doesn't mean that I can't worry about you. That doesn't mean that I don't get to…"
"Not again. You're not getting off so easily this time. Finish what you were going to say, lass. Please," Vilkas begged holding her hands & looking in her eyes beseechingly.
Naralena held his gaze for a moment longer before a single gleaming tear rolled down her perfect cheek. She looked away & whispered, "That doesn't mean that I don't get to care about you."
"And do you? Do you care about me, lass?"
"Too much," was the answer that was sobbed back at him.
"Oh, lass, come here," Vilkas growled out, reaching for the slender she-elf. Naralena allowed herself to be pulled onto his lap, where she promptly buried her face in his massive chest. Vilkas lightly stroked her hair & whispered reassurances to her.
After several minutes of Vilkas' comfort, Naralena was no longer crying. But neither did she have a wish to move. She wished to memorize that masculine scent which was his & his alone. Pine needles, leather, & man. She breathed in deeply because even though she knew he was a mighty warrior & that the Dragonborn needed his help, she also knew it was entirely possible that she might never see him again.
Pulling away from his chest finally, Naralena looked into the eyes of the man she had come to care about too much. He reached up to wipe an errant tear from her cheek, & she turned her face into his hand & kissed his palm softly.
Vilkas had to grit his teeth to keep from growling in desire at even that small quick contact of her lips on his skin. He had been having a hard enough time controlling his body while he held her feminine curves in his lap. That little kiss was almost too much to bear. Looking back into the Nordic warrior's eyes, Naralena sniffed, "I'm so sorry. Here I am acting like a damn damsel in distress. I should go. You & Bjorn have a long trip ahead of you & you need to rest."
She tried to pull away gently, but the steel bars of Vilkas' arms did not budge. When she looked into his eyes questioningly, he simply answered, "I don't want you to go."
Naralena shivered at the intensity that she saw in Vilkas' gaze. Without words being spoken they both knew this was a turning point. This was the desire of a man & a woman calling out to the other & Naralena made her mind up as to her answer. Her hands shook as she slowly trailed them up Vilkas' bare chest before linking them behind his neck & pulling him towards her mouth.
At first, it was simply a press of her warm lips against his & she paused, pulling away just a fraction & waiting, almost as if she wanted him to make the next move. Wanting to be as gentle as possible, Vilkas slid his hands around her waist, tugged her against him, & closed the distance between their mouths.
She moaned happily as their lips met again & hers parted, her tongue flicking across the seam of his mouth, asking for admittance. He opened his mouth & she teased her tongue against his, retreating back into her own mouth before darting back to flick his lips again. He followed her the next time she did it, closing his eyes & losing himself in the warm depths of her mouth. His body tightened & heated all at once, & everything but the dark beauty in his arms ceased to exist.
Her hands began to lightly scratch his shoulders & upper arms as the kiss went on & on, until her lips were pleasantly numb. Bringing her hands to the front of his chest & flattening them against the hard slabs of muscle, Naralena looked him in the eye & whispered huskily, "Make love to me, Vilkas, before I melt completely."
Standing abrubtly, Vilkas lifted her against his chest with a growl. She wound her legs around his waist, her simple dress slipping up her thighs with the motion, & hugged her arms around his neck. As he carried her towards the bed, she nuzzled her nose under his ear & purred, "By the gods, you smell so good."
Laying her upon the bed of furs gently, Vilkas leaned his big body over hers, trapping her beneath him as he leaned down towards her neck. Taking a deep breath from the base of her throat, to behind her ear, Vilkas said, "So do you, lass."
Leaning back away from her, Vilkas made his way down to the foot of the bed, where he grabbed her long slender calf in his rough & calloused hand. He pressed a kiss to the inside of her leg just below her knee, & a whimper of longing cascaded from her passion swollen lips. Smiling wickedly at Naralena, he feathered kisses down her leg, pulling her fur boot off as he went. Once the boot was removed, Vilkas placed another kiss right above her ankle. Writhing in bliss, Naralena could only gasp in pleasure, & grab at the bed furs as Vilkas repeated the same action on the opposite leg.
Vilkas turned to place her boots near the fire to dry them out & keep them warm. When he turned back towards Naralena, the very breath caught in his throat. The little minx had completely stripped out of her dress & her undergarments while he had been turned away. Now he faced a very beautiful, very naked Naralena, & he could not get his brain to function properly enough to walk to the bed.
Naralena stood staring at Vilkas as he devoured her with his eyes. She had never felt such desire before in her very long life. But this man, this warrior, made her blood run hotter than the molten rivers of the Red Mountain. Slabs of muscle were roped across his chest, & a light dusting of dark hair covered those finely chiseled muscles. His arms were so muscular; they looked as though they belonged on a troll, & his stomach was flat & chiseled as though he had been carved from granite. Her chest heaved with passion as she attempted to catch her breath & steady her heartbeat. His eyes ran across her body brazenly & without remorse. When he noticed the juncture of her thighs, that animalistic growl of his came out once more & she could not stop the gush of wetness that escaped her core, & soaked the furs beneath her.
He prowled across the bed towards her like some great predator, & when he came to her womanhood, he stared almost as if he could not believe his eyes. He finally managed to gasp out, "You're hairless down there."
"Orcs are the only race of mer that grow body hair like men. The rest of us, male & female, are hairless, save for our heads," Naralena quietly explained, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden. Now he thinks that I'm just another elven alien, far too different from the busty Nord females that he's used to, she thought ruefully as she made to cover herself.
The rough palm of his hand placed itself upon her inner thigh, stopping her from completely covering herself. Naralena could not help but gasp at the electric contact, & looked into his intense eyes as Vilkas told her, "It's perfect. YOU are perfect."
He leaned forward & braced himself over her with one arm, cupping her flushed cheek with his other hand. He kissed her as he trailed his fingertips down her jaw, stroking the length of her neck. With the lightest of touches he stroked between her ebon-skinned breasts, then swept his hand across the underside of one pert globe. Naralena shivered, & a small moan escaped her throat. Vilkas left the sweet warmth of her mouth, lowered his head to the breast he was cupping, & languidly swirled his tongue across her hardened purple nipple.
She gasped at the contact & arched her back, thrusting the perfect ebony flesh even deeper into Vilkas' mouth, where he suckled the tip gently. Naralena's body was drawn as tight as a bow string as she ran her fingers through his long dark hair. Vilkas released the nipple he had been lavishing his attention upon, & licked a path to the other one, licking & suckling it to hardened perfection as she moaned & writhed beneath him.
Kissing down the length of her flat, quivering belly, Vilkas settled onto his side, & gently pushed her legs apart to spread her body for him. The smooth hairlessness of her sex made him drunk with lust, & he could see the moisture which dampened her purple pouty nether lips & smooth inner thighs, the sweet scent of her arousal nearly drove all thought from his mind. Glancing up her body, he noticed that she had closed her eyes, & was biting her perfect lip while she clenched the bed furs in her hands.
"Naralena? Look at me, lass," he said softly & saw her jump & whimper in desire. Another gush of feminine cream escaped from her quivering sex, & Vilkas scooped the wetness up with his finger & massaged it into her wet slit with that finger, delicately rubbing her clit.
Her head lifted slightly, & she met his gaze & held it, while he stroked her clit with his finger, drenched as it was with her arousal. She swallowed visibly, & her hands clenched the furs tightly as he moved his finger across her clit faster. She trembled & her belly clenched, silently urging him to move faster & bring this exquisite woman to completion. He drove her, as he whipped his finger across her silky wet flesh until she arched up with a sharp cry & fell back against the bed, aftershocks ravaging her body, & causing her to spasm periodically.
Vilkas blew cool breaths across her heated sex as she came down from her climax, & shouldered his way in between her silken thighs. Looking up at Naralena's passion glazed eyes, Vilkas gave her a wolfish grin before he swiped his tongue from the base of her sex to her clit. She gave a long, low moan & speared her fingers into his dark tresses. Another gush of desire escaped her channel as he growled out, "By the gods, you taste even better than you smell, lass."
He licked her clit lightly & pressed a long finger into her core, searching for that soft-as-velvet place that would take her right over the edge into another mind-shattering orgasm.
Naralena could not believe what was happening. She had known that Vilkas would be an experienced & gifted lover, but she had no idea that she could ever feel anything like this in her life. He continued to lick & stroke her sex like a master musician lovingly playing his instrument. It seemed to her as if he were searching for something, though what she did not know. She found out a moment later when his finger hit the spot, & Naralena could not stop the soft whine that escaped her.
Gently he deviled the spot with his finger, while his tongue continued to stroke her clit wetly. Blood pooled in her loins & fire raged through her sex, coalescing into a single burning inferno which then burst, & sent streamers of fire & electricity throughout her body. Naralena's body jerked & spasmed as she cried out his name with more passion than he would have thought a female could ever muster.
Vilkas placed one last kiss upon her slick sex before licking the exquisite taste of her from his lips. As he relished her essence he could not stop the primal aspect of his nature that surged to the fore, just like it had the first time they met, & roared in his mind, MINE. The primal part of him was trying to take control now.
Naralena was almost catatonic when she felt Vilkas rise from between her legs. The look in his eyes was purely animalistic, as he gently turned her over onto her stomach & spread her legs so that he could position himself behind her. A glimpse was all she had of his long thick erection before she felt the broad head of his cock fit itself against the opening of her wet channel. Biting her lip & looking over her shoulder at her lover, she could do nothing but gasp as Vilkas slowly drove his hot thick cock into her grasping sex. It had been a while since Naralena had taken a lover & Vilkas was an impressively endowed man, but the burn of her stretched core only added to the mind-blowing pleasure she felt whenever Vilkas bottomed out & she felt his heavy sac brush against her clit.
Both of them were gasping for breath now, huge heaving intakes, as Vilkas allowed her a moment to adjust to his size. He leaned forward to grasp her chin, & turned her face so that he could kiss her again. After breaking the kiss, he asked, "Are you ok?"
"Oh… by Azura… so deep… Gods. Please, Vilkas more! I want all of you."
Grinning wickedly, he slowly withdrew his cock from her tight clasp. Naralena squirmed & tried to throw her hips back at Vilkas, seeking to impale herself upon him once more, but his hands of iron held her hips steady.
"Breath," he crooned as he parted her cheeks & watched his cock sink into her hot depths once more. "Breath & give it all to me, lass."
Naralena gave. Crying out in pleasure, her sex obscenely wet, she gave everything she had to the magnificent cock that she was impaled upon. A particularly hard thrust hit that perfect spot inside of her once more, & Naralena jerked, a strangled scream leaving her throat.
"By Azura, yes," she cried, pushing back & working herself harder upon the iron-hard flesh that plundered her moist depths. "Harder, Vilkas. Oh gods, yes, fuck me. I want to feel you take me."
A demented roar was torn from his throat as all pretense of gentleness flew out the window. Her passion-fueled words had made something within him snap & the primal beast hiding within him saw its opening & took over. One hand gripped her hip as the other snaked around & began to manipulate her clit as his thrusts gained power & speed. His hips pumped powerfully into the soft globes of her ass as he fucked her with delicious abandon. But as wild as he was, she was even wilder.
"Yes," her cries echoed around him. "Harder, Vilkas…" Her hips pumped harshly beneath him, causing his thrusts to be that much more powerful. Everytime he thrust into her & Naralena thrust back, his heavy sac slapped against her sopping clit, adding another element of delicious friction to the heated mix. "Ah yes. You're so thick. Oh gods, Vilkas. Harder, please take me.
He howled, an aching sound of pure lust as he drove them both over the edge, feeling her sex clench & clamp down his cock in the throes of her climax. The sensation of her orgasm causing her sex to milk him was too much, & Vilkas thrust as deeply as he could one last time before throwing his head back & pumping his seed as deeply into her fertile hungry channel as he could.
Naralena lay there beneath him, gasping through her own orgasm as he held himself deep inside her shuddering with his own release. She could feel the heated rush of his climax, as he flooded her sex with rich seed. Each spurt was a forceful blast & she could not help but wonder how potent Vilkas' issue was.
After a few more small spasms, Vilkas stilled & then slumped over Naralena's back. The warmth of his body finally made her realize how exhausted she was now, & they both slumped onto the bed. Vilkas made sure not to lie on top of her, as he was twice her size. He drew the furs over their bodies to protect them from the cold & pulled her in closer, her back to his chest.
Naralena broke the silence with her tempting voice, "Did you enjoy yourself, barbarian?"
A deep rumbling chuckle issued forth from his chest, as Vilkas answered, "Aye, lass. I did. Did you enjoy yourself?"
Even though he had not said the words, she knew that he was really asking if she regretted laying with him. Turning to face him, Naralena placed a kiss upon his forehead & looked him dead in his blue eyes as she answered, "I will never forget nor regret the way that you made me feel tonight."
She kissed him sweetly upon the lips, a kiss that he returned eagerly, & they drifted off together into a contented sleep.
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Author's Note: Hey guys. Hope everything is gravy for ya'll. Ok so this is my first love scene. I've never written one before, so if it sucks, please be nice about telling me that it sucks. Other than that, since I've settled into my new job & apartment, hopefully the updates will be coming (pun intended lol) more frequently than they were before. Anyways hope you guys are still enjoying my tale, but I won't know if you don't R&R. (Yoda voice) Lifeblood it is to me
