So this is a fairly long chapter and it does contain, pretty much straight up smut that I required assistance with because I just can't do it with a straight face.Just a warning to those who prefer to skip such things. Thanks so much for the reviews/faves/follows thus far! I promise more chapters soon :)
The living room of Breezehome was quiet save for the occasional small talk they shared over glasses of mead until Frenya slowly opened the door and walked in as if nothing had happened. Her skin had returned to it's normal creamy color as she ran over to pounce on Farkas. She paid no mind to the others in the room as she assaulted his mouth
with hers until she chuckled at the uncomfortable cough coming from behind her.
"Feel better?" Farkas asked with a raised brow as he readjusted her on his lap.
"Much better. Sorry, Marc. I shouldn't have done that. I've just been so overwhelmed. The Mare for dinner?"
After a group of 'Aye's', Frenya ran upstairs to change, her very soul felt refreshed and alive after her flight. Why she had not thought of Odahviing sooner, she had no idea but it was well needed.
Things were going to fall into place, she had a family and a way to keep herself off a roof imagining she could fly. Every breath seemed fresh and sweet as she slipped into a form fitting blue dress. The top of the dress cut into a deep square, revealing more then she usually dared.
The waist sat low and fit her like a glove. She let her dark wavy hair fall from it's messy braid and combed it gently. She nodded to herself with a satisfied grin as she smoothed out the skirt of the dress. It had been a long time since she felt beautiful.
Marcurio and Vilkas gasped when she entered the room, Farkas let out a small growl at the smaller men before she linked her arm with his and chuckled. "Farkas, really?"
He shot her an apologetic look before the three of them left the warm house and trekked the short distance to the bar.
The Bannered Mare was alive when they entered. Rounds of mead and ale were being served as men discussed the war and women flirted.
The group took a table in a corner and drank heartily over their meal of roasted venison and potatoes while the twins told them about their trip. Frenya sat back in her chair with a satisfied smile as she listened and watched.
This was her new life, her family. She became aware of Farkas staring at her when she felt a large hand creep to her thigh under the table. She tried to keep a straight face as he made his way between her thighs and rested his hand against the warmth between her legs.
Vilkas looked at her curiously when she let out a small yelp and dropped her head in embarrassment while Farkas laughed loudly.
"Are you in pain?" Marcurio sent down his glass and studied her face for a sign of discomfort.
"No pain. Which one of you fine men wants to dance with the Dragonborn?" Mikael was strumming his strings to the opening cords of 'The Dragonborn Comes' when she removed Farkas's hand and smirked.
Vilkas jumped to his feet and grabbed her around the waist before dragging her to the center of the room. Farkas watched as his smaller twin gently swung the woman around, her laughs filling his ears as he watched. Vilkas and Frenya had been fire and ice for months after her arrival at Jorrvaskr. Everything was an argument or suspicious, leading to many late night shouting matches when both refused to admit fault or defeat. Somewhere along the way, they had become close friends that playfully shoved each other in passing or whispering gossips over a bottle of mead late in the night. He stayed neutral in the chaos of the denied love between Farkas and Frenya, never picking as side but mediating with words of advice that he knew both would ignore.
Her eyes twinkled across the room as she motioned for Farkas to come.
He quickly found himself against the wall, Frenya on the tips of her toes to kiss him. He happily accepted her affection before pulling her close. "Marcurio told me what happened while I was gone. Are you okay?"
She smiled ear to ear as she looked over his face. "I'm perfect, just an adjustment period." A low groan escaped his mouth when he felt fingers teasing under the waist band of his trousers for only a moment. Frenya gave him a wink as a dark haired man pulled her into a dance.
Hours seemed to pass like minutes as Frenya danced and sang with the lively group of people. Her mouth was never dry as bottles and glasses made their way to her hands, slightly aware that she may be falling into a drunken stupor as she leaned into Farkas during a brief moment before someone requested her attention.
She was listening to a group of three men and a woman talk about the history of giants in Skyrim and their theories on giants mating when she heard Vilkas shout followed by a flash of mage robes.
She edged closer to find Farkas and another man on the floor, each with fists trying to connect with the others face. She blushed at the cusses and violent outburst of the drunks as she tried push her way through the gawkers.
"What…" is all she uttered before she was bumped backwards to be caught by a drunk and irritated Marcurio who stopped his attempt at separating the two and informed her that the other man told Farkas he would brawl for the 'pretty lady'.
She shook her head and moved a step closer, amusement twinkled in her eye as she spoke calmly but loud enough to for Farkas to hear over the noise. "Farkas, my love. Let him go before you kill him.".
Farkas looked up at her with a bloodied grin and with a final slam to the ground, let the man go and stood up to dust himself off. She wagged a disciplining finger in his face before offering him her glass of mead. After he drank she pulled his ear down to her and giggled as his body tensed at her voice "So, maybe you can come home with this pretty lady tonight?"
Farkas gently grabbed her backside as she turned to walk away, throwing him a mischievous drunken grin over her shoulder before rejoining the debate on giants and how they got here.
Marcurio had tracked her down to tell her that he was going out, ignoring her questions of his sobriety as he stumbled out the door while Vilkas let a dark haired woman suck on his fingers in what the woman thought was apparently an attractive manner. She contemplated following the mage to find out exactly what his night time activities had been
when she felt smaller rough hands gripping her waist and a strong smell of ale waft in her nose.
"Didn't Farkas just kick your ass?" She muttered as she shoved the drunken mans hands off her and looked around for Farkas who had vanished from the bar.
"If he's not going to claim you, I will, my pet." The man whispered as he tried to move in for a kiss. Frenya pushed the man with more force that he ignored, picking her up off the barstool and pressing her into the wall.
"I'm not a dog and I would advise you to let me go before I do much worse then my partner did." She looked at the man unamused but giving him a fair chance to back off before she lost her temper.
"Feisty one are we?" She felt hands trying to gather her dress when she caught Farkas entering the door, staring at the man with a fire in his eye.
She held a hand up to him, cautioning him to stand back as a smile crept across her face. "I can show you feisty, friend." She felt the tickle leave her chest and enter her throat as she spoke
FUS RO
The man screamed as his body stumbled back,stopping as it thumped off the wooden pillar in the center of the room. She walked over to the moaning man on the ground, rubbing his head and collecting his bearings. She leaned into his ear with a smug grin. "I'm sure you will hear him claiming me from your jail cell, don't worry pet".
The hands of guards pulled her upright as one of them demanded to know what was going on. Frenya rolled her eyes at the angry guard as she gazed at the amused Nord still waiting near the door.
"That skeever thought it would be funny to try and get his hands up my dress after he got into a fight with Farkas." The guard shook his head and pulled the man up by his collar with a cuss.
"You assaulted the Dragonborn and a Companion in one night? I'm surprised you're still alive. Lets go." Before he could speak the guard had the man on his feet and began to drag him from the building, berating him as an idiot.
Farkas had his arms crossed with a furrowed brow as she approached him with a nervous smirk. "I leave you alone for 10 minutes and this is what happens?" His deep voice was slurred and slightly amused .
"Where were you? Running out on me already?" She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout that brought a serious look to Farkas's face.
"Come for a walk with me." She took his outstretched hand and nodded to his command.
She realized she had to much to drink as she tried to walk the few steps leading from The Mare and quickly learned that leaning on Farkas was useless as he stumbled as much as she did.
They laughed when they finally hit the bottom step and looked up at the night sky. The stars danced with the colors swirled into the night that reminded her of her now healed bruises. When she brought her gaze down, Farkas was once again staring at her with an amused look. He said nothing as he pulled her through the market towards Jorrvaskr.
The walk took much longer then it should have as they stumbled through the town laughing and trying to keep each other walking upright. Farkas pulled her to the dark training yard and pressed her back into the wall. They stood in silence for only a second before she felt his calloused hand on her cheek. "Fren, in this spot I knew there was no turning back."
"What are you talking about? You're more drunk then I."
"Aye but a drunk heart speaks the truth. I think I fell in love with you in Dustman's Cairn but here, in this spot I knew it could never be taken back. We kissed here and Nirn fell into the void. This time, I will never leave your side. Can you say the same?"
Frenya swallowed hard as the calloused hand made it's way to her waist and his heavy body pressed into hers. She felt the heat of his breath on her lips and resisted the urge to press their mouths together before she spoke.
"I can say the same." She could find no other words as her breaths grew faster under the heat of his body. Her chest rose and fell faster as she slipped her hands under his tunic letting her fingernails gently scrape over his muscular chest before wrapping her arms around his neck. Farkas lifted her off the ground encouraging her
to wrap her legs around him which she happily did. "Does this hurt?" His voice was nothing more then a gruff whisper as it tickled across her ear.
She ignored the question as she ground her body against him, the friction between their bodies sent shivers down her spine as she buried her face in his neck, leaving a trail of nips and kisses. A moan escaped her lips as Farkas slid his hands under her dress and grasped her backside. His unshaven face left sharp pokes on her fair skin as he nuzzled
himself into her chest, softly biting her collar bone as she pressed into him harder.
"Farkas, take me home." She pleaded as he nipped his way up her neck to her jaw line.
"In a minute, I'm busy"
"Farkas, NOW!" She all but growled as she tried to unwrap her legs from him.
Farkas laughed and picked her up, cradling her the same he had when she vomited all over his armor. "No throwing up this time" He muttered as he stumbled his way through the town.
Frenya ran her fingers over every inch should could without being dropped, teasing him every step of the way.
He put her down at the doorway, covering her eyes before he opened the door. "We weren't supposed to be drunk for this" he whispered as he guided her into the living room.
The smell of mountain flowers hit her as he removed his hand and let her open her eyes.
She gasped as she looked around the flower lined room that was lit with several candles. A tray of sweet rolls set on the table with glasses and a bottle of wine.
"Farkas, what is all of this?" she asked lightly touching the flowers on the end table next to her.
"It's for you. I planned it on my trip with Vilkas, the mage and him helped me get it in here but that's why I left the Mare for a minute. Is it okay?"
"It's amazing! No one has ever done something…" She jumped back into his arms silencing her lips with the decandence of his. His moans vibrated against her tongue as they glided together. Frenya felt herself become flushed at the feeling of his length against her as he ran his fingers through her hair. 'Upstairs' she commanded as she tried to pull his tunic over his head.
"Gods help me, I gotta do something first." He set her back down and nervously scratched his chin as the color left his face.
Frenya threw her head back in frustration and put her hands on her hips "What do you possibly need to do at this moment?!" Her irritation earned her a chuckle from Farkas as he pulled her to the table , grabbing a sweet roll and tried to hand it to her. She glared at him and refused to take it until he forced it into her hands.
She gasped , almost dropping it when she looked down and saw the sapphire ring sparkling back at her. "What is this?" Her voice trembled as she ran a finger over it.
"It's a question, Fren. Most people in Skyrim don't do it this way but my Da did. He mined the jewel and smithed the ring himself for my ma. I always liked that idea more then a stupid amulet."
Frenya's jaw closed as her eyes filled with tears and she placed a hand on the large Nords breaths were calm but the feeling of his heart pounding against her hand told her he was scared out of his mind. The candle light flickering in the dim room danced across the gem, illuminating the dance of sparkles it graced her eyes with.
"Marry me, Frenya?" His hand gently cupped her chin bringing her eyes to his, he patiently waited for her to react, to talk, to breathe.
A wicked smile crept across her face as she gazed into his eyes. "On one condition."
"Anything, my love."
"Don't steal my sweet rolls ever again!"
"No deal!"
"Then I will have to think about it." She winked as she bit into the sweet roll.
"Then I will list the reasons you should." Farkas set the sweet roll on the table before throwing her over his shoulder and running up the steps.
His fingers were fast and skilled as he pulled off her clothing and laid her on the bed gracefully.
He stood above her, drinking her in as the moon beams trailed across her flesh. Frenya taunted him with a seductive smirk as he fought to get his clothing off. Muttering and cussing as he
tripped off his trousers before he finally got them off. The smirk on her face was quickly erased when he mouth began to work it's way from her neck to her navel.
Farkas slid his hands under her thighs separating them and holding them in place with little protest.
Her moan broke the darkness of the room when his tongue slowly but firmly ran over her sensitive nub. He held her protesting legs in place as he worked his tongue harder and faster over her core. He smiled as her hips began to gently buck and her moans grew louder. She grabbed his hair as he slid a finger in to her followed
by a second. Her fingers wrapped themselves with his long hair as her body began to tighten.
Farkas slowly withdrew from her trembling and stood before her with a satisfied grin that was only visible by the flicker of the glowing moon. "Farkas, please!" She cried out trying to pull his body on hers.
"Marry me?"
"Oh, this a game? Fine! No, I will not marry you!"
"Fine but surely you need a little longer to think." Her heart pounded as she felt the heat radiating off of him as he positioned himself over her. His hands found her breasts and gently pinched and thumbed the erect
buds as he kissed her deeply. He lifted her legs to his chest allowing her to feel his length so close to her and chuckled as she wiggled beneath him trying to bring herself closer.
In a swift movement he placed her feet at his shoulders and slowly entered her. She was more then ready to accept his entire length but he was not ready for her to have it and chuckled as she squirmed and growled.
He felt her body shudder under him as he allowed himself to enter her a little more with each slow thrust, his thumb made gentle circles on her nub until she was begging for him.
"Fren?" his voice was a low growl as he slowly worked himself in and out of her wetness. Her body arching in need. "Marry me?"
"Yes! Yes, I will marry you. Please, Farkas" She cried out grasping for his hand resting on her belly, gently holding her in place.
With nothing more then a pleased smile Farkas drove himself deeply into her. Frenya cried out in ecstasy as she bore down against him, driving him as deep as he could go.
Farkas gained speed in his thrusts as she wrapped her legs around him and her mouth kissed furiously at his chest only stopping when her moans forced her too.
The friction of their bodies rubbing together set every nerve in her body on fire. She felt bliss from her head to her toes as their bodies moved together in a perfect unison. Farkas knew she was close when her nails sharply dug into his shoulder blades forcing him closer to her. He felt her teeth biting into his shoulder as her body tightened.
His thumb found it's way back to her nub as he gave her long, fast thrusts. Her scream filled the room as she collapsed on the bed, her hands digging into the mattress as her walls tightened around Farkas who kept his pace until he knew she was coming down from her peak.
Without a word Frenya had him on his back and her body hovering over him with a victorious grin
"How did you.."
"Your wisdom. You can beat even the biggest enemy in a moment of distraction"
She gave Farkas no time to comment as she slid back onto his length. Her back instantly arched as her body adjusted to his size at this angle.
Farkas moaned to the gods as her hips rose and fell over him. His hands gripped her hard enough she knew there would be bruises but it didn't matter in the moment as their bodies became one.
Her moans became louder as she quickened her pace, his pelvis adding friction that drove her so close to the edge again. She let Farkas direct her speed as he gripped her hips and thrusted himself into her from below. She heard her name escaping his lips over and over as she called his. His hands supported her back as it arched under the
tightening of her muscles. She rode him deeply for another moment when her breaths became loud screams as the pleasure surged through her core. She felt the warmth of his seed spilling into her as his moans became roars, his hands kept her planted deeply on him as they came together. Her body pressed against him, wanting every
ounce emotion he could give as her peak reached a level she had never known. Farkas gave a hard final thrust as she fell against his chest, her loud screams a worn whimper as the the pleasure turned into a pulse beating in every part of her body.
She lay on his chest, panting her breath back into place as Farkas moved the hair from her face and held her close.
"Farkas?"
"Yes, my love?
"I was going to say yes, I just wanted to pick on you"
"I know."
She sighed as he kissed her forehead before she fell into the bed next to him.
"Everything feels so perfect. Like everything has fallen into place."
"Almost everything." Farkas jumped from the bed giving her a small glimpse of his nude olive skin in the moon light as he ran from the room.
She raised a brow as she listened to him crash into something downstairs and trip on the step before finally finding his way back and throwing himself on the bed beside her.
He gently grabbed her hand and slipped the perfectly fitting ring on on her finger.
"Now everything is in place. Of course you'll get a new one for the Temple. Do you like it?"
"It's the most beautiful thing I ever have seen" she sighed as she ran her fingers over the stone and laid on his chest listening to his heart beating against her ear.
"Farkas, if I asked you something would you tell me the truth?"
"I would never lie to you, love."
"Who is Marcurio seeing?"
She sat up when Farkas froze. "I think you should ask him."
"He is so strange about it. When did he even stop seeing Irileth?"
"A few weeks ago, I guess. Why are we talking about this?"
"Weeks? He has been sneaking around with someone for weeks and hasn't told me who?"
"Fren..he's a grown man…"
Frenya huffed at the implication that she was invading Marcurio's business. "You know more about my best friend that me!"
Farkas chuckled at the jealousy beginning to seethe from her as he kissed his forehead and told her to go to sleep.
Farkas listened to her soft breaths in the darkness of the room, a beam of moonlight radiating off her bare shoulder and cheek allowing him a tiny view of the beauty that had fallen asleep on him. He found himself basking in the comfort of the room and her soft breaths turned into snores.