The Huntress and the Hunted: Part 2

Three hours later, Arn found himself sneaking across the dusk-lit plains of western Whiterun hold.

It shouldn't have surprised him that he'd been besieged with requests for assistance as soon as they'd gotten back from High Hrothgar. Find this for me. Help me look for this missing person. Investigate this place for me. Kill this bandit if you see him.

Arn had no less than a dozen different people or groups asking things of him the moment he'd gotten back. Most of them were things he could do on his own time, but the Jarl's request to clean up the roads of bandits was one he didn't feel he could put off, particularly since he was going to be using those roads to travel and soon.

Clad in a some leather armor he'd scavenged from bandits previously, he was able to move a lot quieter and faster than he'd been wearing his heavier stuff with Lydia in tow.

He'd already located one bandit shelter off the road about a hundred paces, marking it on his map before moving on. Once he pinpointed the hideouts, the Jarl could send men to deal with them, provided there weren't overwhelming numbers.

Another hour passed and he had found a series of interconnected huts and a cave system with a lot of bandits an even some stormcloak clad men mulling around in them. Why were they there? Arn wondered.

As he marked his map and was about to crawl away, he heard a faint rustle off to his left.

Freezing, he slowly withdrew his dagger, placed it between his teeth and quietly and slowly sneaked around behind the noise, intending to just leave before he caught the brief glimpse of a woman's outline crouched among some bushes.

His first thought was that Lydia had followed him, but the brief glimpse was enough to tell him it wasn't her just based on the length of the woman's hair and didn't seem to be as curvy of body as Lydia. Lydia also wasn't skilled at sneaking...at all.

So who was it then? Not a sentry. Someone keenly intent on whatever the bandits were doing.

Arn mulled it over for a bit, but his curiosity finally got the better of him and he began sneaking closer to the woman who was now a lot more obscured by brush.

He had just gotten where he thought he'd get a better glimpse of her, when she rose off her belly to her hands and feet and sidled out of her brush almost completely silently and began sneaking on all fours straight toward him!

She couldn't possibly know he was there. He hadn't made any noise at all, but on she came straight for him. All he could do now was try to stay still and hope that in the now darkness broken only by moonlight amongst the clouds, she wouldn't see him.

But Arn was not so lucky. Instead she crept right up to him and sat on her haunches.

"Hello, Dragonborn" whispered Aela the Huntress.

Arn didn't answer. Instead, he just motioned further away, indicating they should move farther away from the bandit camp before talking further which she nodded to.

Half an hour of sneaking later, Arn pulled up behind a rocky outcropping.

"I have to hand it to you, Dragonborn, not many people have ever snuck up on my arse like that" she purred, crossing her legs and stretching her arms as she sat down.

"Maybe you're just off your game...Huntress"

"Oh no, my game doesn't even know I'm nearby yet" she nodded back toward the bandits.

"You're here for the bandits...by yourself?"

"Sure, hey if you can take out a stronghold of them with just you and your housecarl, how hard can it be?" she grinned at him

"Thanks for the praise" mocked Arn

"No housecarl?" she asked teasingly "trying to challenge yourself this time?"

"I'm here on the Jarl's request. Once I can locate and get some information on these camps, the Jarl can send men in force to deal with them"

"Right...so why do it at night, alone?"

"If you truly are a Huntress, then you should already know the answer to that"

"Yes, I've always enjoyed the night a lot more for the freedom of movement it gives...and yet why spend the night alone?" she asked with another grin, the double entendre causing Arn to smirk.

"Lydia is not skilled at sneaking. So I gave her the night off."

"Yes...she never was very subtle at anything" Aela pondered aloud

They were silent for a moment as Aela looked up at the moon and Arn started suddenly as he realized her eyes had changed color just like Vilkas' had!

"What happened with Vilkas today?" Arn abruptly changed the subject, intent on finding out what was going on.

"Eh..he just got carried away. He objected to you joining...remember?" she tried to brush him off.

"I'm no fool, Aela. I've seen plenty of men get lost in bloodlust, but they never get supernatural abilities like that and their eyes never change color like this!" he said, grabbing her by the chin and turning her to look him in the eye.

She jerked her head free and grinned at Arn momentarily before becoming serious.

"Vilkas was a fool. The secret is not mine to share, but if you swear on your honor not to tell a soul, I will explain it to you. You deserve that much after what happened and given you're going to be a great member of the Companions" she said as the grin returned.

Arn thought about it for a moment before replying.

"You have my word. I, Arnsmyth Bulgoar, swear not to tell a soul"

"Come then, and I'll show you" Aela said, rising to her feet and motioning back toward the Bandit camp.

"You said you'd explain it"

"I like showing things off a lot better than explaining" she winked at him.

"I can see that..." he muttered, trailing behind her with a moonlit view of her skin and leather strapped armor riding up on her buttocks as she crawled along in front of him.

At length, they got to the overlook where Aela had been earlier, watching the bandits.

Arn turned to her questioningly and saw her eyes had gone completely silver white again as she smiled at him.

"You're supposed to be a good warrior...don't disappoint me" she whispered to him as she stood up.

Arn turned quickly to see if any of them had noticed before turning back to grab her and pull her down.

"What are you doing? Get down!" he hissed as silently as he could, turning back to her to be stunned into silence as he saw her unclasp the links at the tops of her shoulders and let her armor fall to her feet.

Then she reached down and slipped her fingers inside the leather underpants she wore and slipped them down her legs and off, grinning seductively at him the whole time.

"Whatever you do...don't follow me inside the caves" she whispered as she suddenly hopped out of the brush and down from the bluff, walking straight into the camp amongst the Bandits!

Arn felt his hands moving, setting arrows in the ground from his quiver and arming his bow, even though the whole time he felt his eyes riveted to her naked body as she sauntered into the open.

She didn't have quite the curviness Lydia did-NO! He refused to think about that.

She was taller than he'd expected, maybe an inch or two taller than he, filled with a lithe and grace of a hunter. As she sauntered forward, all of them immediately stopped and stared, her walk changed to twitch her buttocks in the most convincing of fashions, making Arn feel every twitch in his hardening cock as well.

She came to a stop by a campfire in an exaggerated fashion, cocking her hip to one side.

If it weren't for the bandits, Arn thought he would probably would have started stroking his own cock, but the bizarreness of the situation had him start looking around at the men closing in on her.

"IT'S A GHOST! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!" screamed one of the bandits before shrinking away.

"Shut up! Vargoth!" a few others retorted as they closed on her.

"NAKED WOMEN DON'T JUST WALK OUT OF THE WOODS! SHE'S A GHOST, I TELL YOU!" the one named Vargoth continued.

Arn had knocked an arrow, but was unsure who to take out first since he still had no idea what she was doing.

Seeing no one was listening to him, the one called Vargoth took off running.

Grinning seductively, Aela then got down on all fours, spreading her legs provocatively and looking over her shoulder back at Arn in the brush who gulped at the sight of her arsehole and breasts hanging down and forced himself to look at the bandits instead.

"So, who are you, woman? Looking to join us?" said one, dropping his breeches to the ground as he stepped around behind her.

"I'm no ghost...but you are all going to die..." purred Aela before beginning to contort in an unnatural fashion, twitching and pounding the ground, gritting her teeth and growling in the same manner Arn had heard Vilkas do.

"What in Oblivion...?" muttered one of them as they all slowly began backing away from her.

"Grrrrrooooooaaaaahhhhhhhh!" she growled as Arn saw Aela start to change, becoming more muscular, her torso growing in size as auburn hair began to emerge all over her body.

Her neck and head began growing in size as she pounded the ground again and Arn saw in a few seconds as she howled, she had fully turned into a werewolf.

The bandits only had time to scream or utter an exclamation before she was up on two feet, snatching one in each clawed hand and clattered them together like broken toys.

Arn watched as they scurried for their weapons they'd set aside when she'd walked in naked.

He took careful aim and began picking any off that got to them.

The others were getting eviscerated by Aela. Crushing, disembowling, mutilating, it was a scene of auburn furred gore as she tore through the scrambling bandits who screamed for mercy but got none.

Then Arn saw stormcloaks and bandits began coming out of one of the cave openings.

Taking aim, he shot one through head taking aim at Aela with a bow, then another with a crossbow.

The third had a large shield and sword and had noticed the arrows from Arn's position and charged, but he didn't make it far.

Aela leaped from her position and landed atop him, crushing him to the ground and with a single swipe, took part of his head clean off with a clawed hand.

Arn let fly with another arrow that zipped right by Aela, hitting an Axe wielding bandit in the throat that had just emerged behind her.

At that, she spun and charged into the cave.

Arn made his way down off the bluff and began finishing off any bandits that were unfortunate enough to survive the gorings and injuries they'd received.

The whole time he could hear screams and cries echoing out of the cave along with the growling and howling of Aela.

Once he'd scavenged anything of worth off what was left of the Bandit camp, he pondered going in the caves.

It had gotten quiet and he was worried. No telling what was down there, but her warning kept him in place. He began to wonder if he should even stay there, or if she was completely out of control once she changed.

Feeling more uncertain what to do as more time passed, Arn returned to his spot on the bluff, watching the cave openings for any sound or sign.

He waited another hour, then just as he wondered if he should just leave he saw Aela emerge in werewolf form from the cave, her auburn fur soaked and splattered in blood and gore.

She wasn't dashing around energetically, though. Instead, she seemed to be staggering and alternately dragging her feet.

She turned to look up at him momentarily before howling loudly at the moon and shambling off away from him, turning occasionally and looking back at him.

She wanted him to follow?

He started off, but thinking for a moment, stopped, picked up her armor and underpants and followed after.

About another hour passed of him following, he stopped to find her huddled under a small waterfall running over some rocks.

He stopped and waited, wondering if there was some signal she would try to make, but she made no movement or noise at all.

After awhile, he crept close enough to discern the slow breathing and closed eyes denoting sleep.

She was asleep? What was he supposed to do now?

He decided to reconnoiter the area while he thought about it, leaving her stuff in a pile at the foot of a tree.

After awhile, he returned to find Aela was no longer a werewolf. She lay curled up naked just out of the flow of the small waterfall, fast sleep.

Well, that was a relief. Now what? Should he wake her? What if she wasn't fully turned back yet? He couldn't just leave her laying there.

He sighed and set himself up in a good sentry position in a tree, overlooking the surrounding area in case any threats appeared and pondered the implications of the secret knowledge that Aela and at least some if not all the other Companions were actually Werewolves.

He wasn't sure how much time passed but the reddish orange glow of dawn was just appearing on the horizon and Arn was beginning to feel very tired when he heard a yawn and looked down to see Aela stretching herself awake.

He'd forgotten all about her nakedness for the moment until he looked down and saw her breasts jiggling slightly as she shook her wet hair and stretched her arms.

Hopping down from his perch, he retrieved her clothes and moved to hand them to her, but she didn't take them.

She looked at them for a moment before pushing them away and looking up at him with a half lidded look that indicated a hunger of a different nature.

Arn wasn't sure who moved first, whether he reached for her or if she grabbed him. Regardless, they were suddenly pressing themselves together fiercely against the rock, turning this way and that, her lips locked on his, hands vice locked around his neck with her long legs locked around his waist.

Arn had known in the back of his mind this was probably going to happen ever since Lydia had talked with him about her.

Part of him felt bad for validating anything Lydia had cautioned about, but then again why was he worried about her right now? Part of the reason he was doing this was to keep her out of his mind.

As if to reassure himself, he threw himself into caressing and kissing Aela more, though as he did so, he realized he was tasting blood every time he kissed her.

The more he did so, the stronger it became and very unpleasant.

So he set about kissing her everywhere but her lips, trailing kisses down her neck and across her right breast, lightly sucking on a nipple in passing before continuing down her slim, lithe abdomen to her hips.

Realizing her back was rubbing against rock, he pulled her into him, moving them off away from the waterfall and back under the tree he'd been in before setting her gently on her back, cupping one of her soft buttocks in each hand, and pulling her dripping woman hood up to his mouth.

She cried out and arched her back, clasping his head into her as he plunged his lips and tongue into her lower lips and explored.

"YES!...Oh...yes...more...Dragon...born!" she gasped as he continued exploring.

This continued shortly before she pulled him out and began pulling at his leather armor that Arn realized he still had on.

It only took a short while for him to get rid of his leathers, and once he was naked as well, resumed his exploration of her womanhood with his kisses, occasionally caressing the nub there, causing her to continue gasping and moaning.

When Arn thought she was just about to explode, He pulled out of her, causing her to grasp at his head fiercely to pull it back in, but instead he moved up to her breasts, lining up his now long hardened cock at her entrance.

Without waiting, he slowly pushed inside, the moist warmth of her womanhood almost causing him to explode instantly.

"OH!...Yes...Oh!" she continued moaning, her grin returning to her features as she caressed and pulled his head into her bosom further.

Her breasts were not large, but had a lengthened quality to them that seemed in keeping with the rest of Aela's tall grace.

Cupping one with his left hand, he rubbed and pinched the nipple while licking, nipping, and kissing the right one as he slowly began thrusting in and out of her, feeling his loins tightening.

With his right hand he moved behind and caressed her right buttock moving over and around it.

He continued thrusting into her harder and harder, faster and faster, her cries becoming louder.

"Yes! Oh! Yes! Harder!"

He suddenly felt her arc up against him and heard a loud gasp as she exploded fluid over his sheathed cock which in turn caused the pressure building in him to release, exploding inside her and feeling far better about it than he did with Delphine.

Although he felt a huge surge of relief and a bit tired, Aela didn't let up one bit.

Instead, she pushed him over onto his back, straddling him, that seductive grin on her face and still her eyes sparkling with the glint of the rising sun over the horizon.

Agonizingly slowly, she squatted down, teasing his cock with her womanhood, her strong grip keeping his upper body in place as his lower body moved of its own volition, trying to get back into the wet warmth of her womanhood.

She teased him a moment longer before making sure his cock was hardened again and abruptly sheathed herself on it with a huge sigh of joy.

"OH...Yes...you...don't...disap..point..." she gasped as she began rising up and dropping down on him as he tried to match her movements with thrusts of his own.

The cold air of the morning mists only made the warmth of her core that much more intoxicating as he pushed up into her as she came down on him harder and harder each time.

He reached up one hand to caress her right breast as she was already caressing her left breast with her own hand, gasping and moaning.

Their grunts and the slaps of her buttocks against his hips echoed in the small glade off the rocks.

This time, he exploded first, his seed pumping until it dribbled out her opening over his cock and onto his hips as she kept plunging up and down, throwing her auburn hair this way and that in ecstasy.

A little while longer and she grunted much louder, her body spasming as she came again as well.

They gripped each other for awhile, panting heavily, Arn still sheathed inside her warm snatch.

He smiled up at her as he felt himself hardening again, but to his surprise, she pulled away from him and got off with a loud slurpy pop and walked away toward the waterfall.

"Done already? I thought you'd be up for more?" he teased, half expecting her to turn around and jump back on him.

She simply turned to grin her seductive grin at him again.

"A Huntress can't share all her tricks...otherwise you won't wanna come back for more..." she purred as she began washing herself off in a more tantalizing way than she needed.

Arn's heart fell a bit. They'd just rutted for a good hour and obviously both of them wanted more, but she was putting a stop to it because...she wanted him to come back for more?

Arn sighed and sat up. His cock was in no mood to be strung along or toyed with.

Arn wondered if she were doing this as bait to join the companions. Why couldn't it just be two people enjoying themselves? Why did there have to be any ulterior motive, though Arn felt himself cringe at that, realizing he had an ulterior motive, mainly to get Lydia off his mind.

Lydia had been right, though. Aela liked this control over men she possessed a bit too much for Arn's liking.

Even as Arn watched her running the water caressingly over her breasts and over the auburn patch of hair between her legs, he knew this had to be a one-time thing.

Reluctantly, Arn rose, went to the waterfall, and washed himself off as well, despite his raging hard cock initially and despite having her standing naked only a foot away.

He was silent and avoided looking at her. Once they'd sufficiently gotten clean from their activities, they redressed in their armor and Arn checked the surroundings, trying to mentally note how far they were from Whiterun.

"So...will I be seeing more of you at Jorrvaskr?" she asked coyly.

"Maybe" he responded as nonchalant as possible.

"Only maybe?" she asked, trying not to show surprise.

Arn thought about listing the pros and cons of joining or that he couldn't be bought with a good rutting, but he didn't feel like getting into any arguments with her.

Now that the excitement from his loins was dying down, the tiredness of being up all night was setting in.

"I'm the Dragonborn. I already have a lot on my plate"

"I see. Well, I'd wager being part of the Companions could help lift some of that load" she said, sounding less sensual and more introspective for a moment.

"Yes...but I'm still finding out what that burden entails"

"Well, you've passed your entrance trial and you've got Farkas' and my recommendation...so, whenever you're ready, look us up, okay?" she sounded uncertain at first but finished on a more reassuring tone, as if to reassure him that it was the right path to take.

He simply grunted his assent as she turned to leave.

"One more thing...Lydia said she tried to join the Companions but was disallowed because of her age, even though others joined younger? Why?" asked Arn, immediately wondering why he'd broached the subject.

Aela turned and stared at him in surprise.

"I really must be off my game if we just made love but you're asking me about another woman"

"She's my housecarl"

"Have you sampled her goods yet?" Aela retorted, crossing her arms, the seductive grin returning.

Arn stepped closer to her and glared as he replied.

"Why is it all you people from Whiterun ever seem to do is undermine whatever she tries to do? She tries to join the companions? you say no. Tries to become a city guard? gets sent on the worst assignments. Becomes a housecarl? you assume she's some rutting toy for her Thane. Why is it you all treat her like an outsider?"

"You mean the Jarl never told you?" asked Aela with a raised eyebrow.

"All I was told was not to ask any more questions!"

"And yet you still ask them? Huh...well, guess I'm just spilling all kinds of secrets tonight...err morning" she replied, looking around at the sun-brightened forest.

"So?" asked Arn impatiently as Aela sighed in an annoyed fashion.

"Look, I don't know specifics, but the rumor has always been that Lydia is the bastard child of Jarl Balgruuf and a high ranking Imperial noble from the Imperial City"

"Why would that keep her out of the Companions?"

"We were...informed...by someone that she was too important to be put in the peril we face, but that she was not allowed to know"

"As opposed to following around a Dragon magnet now?"

"Is that an ability the Dragonborn has?" she asked, surprised.

"Don't change the subject"

"I don't know any details. You're talking politics now...something the Companions try to avoid..."

"Right..." stated Arn scornfully, beginning to think less and less of the Companions the more he learned.

Aela turned to leave again before looking back one more time.

"For what it's worth...I do feel bad for her. She...deserved better than what she's gotten"

"You could've tried being more friendly and less like the others. She used to idolize you as a girl, you know"

Aela's countenance fell and he saw her look genuinely sad for the first time.

"Yes...well, at least things are looking up for her now"

"How so?"

"Well, she has you now"

"Yes, she's my Housecarl"

"Is that all she is to you?"

"What makes you think there's anything else to it?"

"Why are you so doggedly defending her then?" her sly grin returned

Arnsmyth simply huffed and rolled his eyes in reply as she nodded with a smirk and departed.

Several hours later, Arn groaned as he shoved through the door to Breezehome and un-shouldered his pack, suddenly surprised to find Lydia sitting at the table.

She had fallen asleep reading a book with her sword in one hand and a spent candle sitting just out of reach.

He chuckled and slowly pried the sword from her hand, carefully sliding the book out from underneath her face, and then slowly lifted her out of her chair, one arm under her legs, the other around her back and carried her up the stairs.

Despite everything he'd just done that evening, the soft warmth of her dark hair under his chin as her head lay against his shoulder, soft breaths rising and falling, was intoxicating and he felt like not setting her down, but he carefully laid her down in her bed and tucked the fur covers over her before retiring to his room.

Arn was so tired that he barely had any time to ponder the revelations he'd learned before he drifted off into dreamless sleep.