It's time for Khepri to finally get her beefcake~.
Or, this chapter contains sex.
Enjoy everyone!
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Chapter 22:
In Warm Candlelight
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25 Rain's Hand, 4E200
Heljarchen Hall, Weynon Glades, The Pale
Fairsi
The home of Khepri the Beekeeper was majestic, to Fairsi's eyes, a manor worthy of any noble; copper roofs, walls of wood and stone, and colored glass, it was certainly an abode fit for someone of Khepri's fame and status. It wouldn't be the first time he'd gone inside a manor like this, since leaving home to explore Tamriel and seek his fortune, but this time Fairsi wasn't acting as a bodyguard for his merc boss, or acting as a lookout so one of the company's rogues could steal something.
That last bit was what made it easy to leave them, after Saarthal; between With-Teeth's inexperienced foolishness – he knew undead, but disregarded enchantments and the rumors of Shout-using draugr – the general amorality of the merc band, and Brelyna's… paintings, Fairsi couldn't find any reason not to take Companion Farkas up on his offer. Yes, the Companions of Ysgramor were basically mercenaries themselves, but unlike most other bands, they had a sense of honor and duty; it was something Fairsi felt he'd been missing, running with his old group.
Yes, it also meant he could spend more time with Brelyna – who was hoping to become Weynon Glades' resident mage someday – but, on the whole, Fairsi just wanted some cause to do his pa proud.
It helped that, between sparring on the road with Farkas and being tested by Skjor One-Eye at Jorrvaskr, the young Redguard discovered he was actually "decently good" with a blade; according to Companion Vilkas, that sort of praise coming from either Farkas or Skjor was good as calling him a prodigy. Personally, Fairsi didn't think so; if it wasn't for Farkas, those Deathlords would definitely have killed him and Brelyna with ease.
But when he said that to Brelyna, when they were camped out on the plains last night, she told him to shut up; if he wasn't talented, according to her, he wouldn't have survived after Farkas was blasted with that drain life spell. Taking her at her word, Fairsi let the matter drop…
Now, however, he was approaching a mansion that, to him, seemed more daunting than the most forbidding tomb. Khepri's mansion.
For the fifth time that morning, Fairsi made sure his leather armor was presentable, the ebony shield and sword he was now carrying polished and- Brelyna sighed next to him.
"Stop that, Fairsi, before you embarrass me. Or yourself. You look fine." Fairsi didn't notice, but the young Dunmer gave him an up-down look and whispered, "Very fine."
"I just… want to make a good impression," he replied quietly as they made the final approach; he had to admit, the lands looked amazing. Flowers and grasses far as the eye could see, the forests to the north still capped with snow, and a bustling town just waking up, "I can see why Khepri settled here, though."
"Yeah. Last time we came this way it wasn't like this, right Farkas?" the Companion nodded silently as he started taking his helmet off. Then Brelyna grinned impishly, "Nervous about seeing Khepri again?"
"Nah," was all Farkas said, before the main door of the manor opened.
A gorgeous Nord woman in a white tunic and brown trousers appeared in the doorway, her golden hair in a braid and a frown on her face; her blue eyes looked between the three travellers as they approached the house, only speaking when Farkas was about five yards from the door, "Farkas of the Companions."
"Houscarl Jordis," Farkas nodded, "Khepri in?"
"She is," the Houscarl's piercing eyes flicked to Fairsi, who gulped, and Brelyna, who waved, "And these people are?"
"Fairsi, newly of the Companions, ma'am," Fairsi introduced himself, giving a short bow of respect, "I'm accompanying Farkas as part of my initiation."
"While I'm tagging along for the field experience and academic curiosity. Apprentice Brelyna Maryon, at your service, Houscarl," Brelyna bowed, and smiled at the older woman, "Khepri's told me a bit about you, in the letters she's sent me."
Jordis blinked, then nodded and stepped aside, "Come in, then. Welcome to Heljarchen Hall"
The inside of the house was just as impressive as the outside. Well-lit and warm, the walls were decorated with Pale banners and Nordic dream-catchers; passing through the atrium, Fairsi noticed a few Dwemer artifacts on display, and several pairs of boots on a rug.
The main hall had two levels, with a wall dividing the front of the manor from the back. To the right on the ground floor was a kitchen, the open doors letting the smell of a late breakfast into the hall; on the left was a set of heavy closed doors, while directly in front of them was a long table, able to seat two dozen at least…
And at the head of that table, right in front of them and dressed in a blue work dress, Khepri the Beekeeper was leaning, arms folded, hair down, and directing a frown at Companion Farkas.
As Houscarl Jordis introduced them, Fairsi sure was glad it wasn't him on the other end of that glare.
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Farkas of the Companions
"Farkas, it's good to see you again, even if it's a little later than I'd have liked," Khepri said to him, beautiful black hair spilling freely over her shoulders in curls and waves, green eyes just as sharp as ever. Her lightly annoyed tone was somewhat deserved, though there wasn't anything Farkas could've done about it; being famous and having a lot of work went hand-in hand.
"Not for lack of trying, Khepri," Farkas rolled his shoulders, trying to loosen the straps of his armor without making it look too obvious, "Everyone and their sister wanted me to run a dozen errands for them, for some weird reason."
There was her smile, along with a delicate snort of mirth; all was forgiven, then. Good; he hadn't been looking forward to what kinds of non-lethal punishments Khepri could dish out.
To Brelyna and Fairsi, she smiled, "Nice to meet you, Fairsi. Please, make yourself at home, but don't go into the back of the house; that's where I live and work. Brelyna, it's good to see you again. How's the sketching coming along?"
That was the thread of conversation for the next ten minutes; in the meantime, Jordis showed Fairsi to one of the rooms on the left of the manor – he and Brelyna would be sharing, for obvious reasons – while Farkas stole a waffle from a stack on the table. Then he looked at Khepri, while the young lass gushed over the paintings Brelyna made of Dawnstar and the Chaurus.
Eventually, once Jordis returned, Brelyna made her excuses, citing that 'Fairsi needed help unpacking' and 'she wanted to see the rest of the town with him'. Khepri waved her off and, once the young mage was gone, walked up to Farkas until she was standing in his space, looking up into his eyes with an unreadable expression.
Swallowing his mouthful of waffle, Farkas asked, "What?"
"I spoke with the Harbinger not too long ago," fuck, "You finished your last job nearly ten days ago, Farkas."
"Wanted to surprise you with something," he mumbled in reply, not looking away, "It's just… not done yet. Got one more trip to do, then it'll be ready; you'll love it, I promise."
"Hmm…" a small smile touched her lips… and then she rose on her toes briefly to peck him on the lips, "I'm looking forward to seeing what it is, then." Then Khepri turned and headed for the main door of the house, "Jordis, show Farkas to my room, please; I'm headed to the gardens," over her shoulder, she asked, "You're staying the night?"
Farkas nodded, smiling at his lass as she stepped into a pair of brown boots, "Yeah. Need help with dinner?"
She returned the smile, "I'd appreciate it… and, it's good to see you again." Turning away with a blush on her face, Khepri nearly ran out of the house.
Farkas watched her go, and only noticed Jordis when she began talking, "My Thane seems to enjoy your company, Companion."
He shrugged, and began following the other warrior upstairs, "The feeling's mutual. She doesn't judge me for lookin' rough, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't real fond of her." Khepri's room mirrored the one in Dawnstar, papers and knickknacks covering most surfaces… with the exception of the large four-poster bed with Dwemer metal reinforcement, and a large framed print that Farkas had seen in a few other Hold capitals over the past month.
In a scene that was obviously Blackreach, with the Sun Lamp in the center of the image, Khepri stood with other members of the Muster and many Chaurus on the left, swords and claws pointed at the hideous Falmer and the vague monstrosity of the Tyrant, all of whom were clearly outmatched. Smaller images showed children being rescued, artifacts being found… and beneath the Lamp, a chitin crown was broken.
The Battle of Blackreach, painted by one of Solitude's many artists, reproduced and distributed to those who could afford a copy.
Farkas didn't like it. They didn't get his nose or armor right, and he definitely didn't remember wearing a winged helm with ruby accents. Grand Proven Drevas' muscles weren't that big, Galmar's beard wasn't that scraggly, and Khepri… did not have breasts that large, or wore such a revealing outfit.
"It was gifted by Jarl Balgruuf, when Khepri accepted his invitation to lunch," Jordis informed Farkas, standing next to him and regarding the image with small distaste. "She doesn't like it, and I agree with her, but we'll have to wait until Saturalia's bonfire to burn the ugly thing."
"Sounds like something she'd say," nodded Farkas, searching and quickly finding a nice-sized trunk that didn't have anything on it. Approaching it and loosening one of his armor's straps, he asked the beautiful woman, "Should I know anything about how she likes her food?"
"Khepri's tastes vary, but she likes her spices; if anything, I would call her preferences 'Khajiiti', or like those of a Redguard. The only time I heard her complain is when potato sauce was added to a baked chicken; it was too heavy for her."
Farkas nodded along while she spoke, removing his gauntlets… then he paused, and looked at Jordis, who was staring impassively back at him. It reminded the younger Nord of a relaxed mountain lion: content to allow you to pass, because it wasn't hungry, but fully prepared to rip your throat out if you stepped out of line.
"You didn't call her Thane, just now," Farkas tried to joke, "Ain't that a breach of protocol?"
Jordis blushed very slightly, but replied solidly, "Khepri is my charge, yes, but we are also partners in running this household, supporting one another as Thanes and Houscarls have often done throughout Skyrim's history. We have developed a strong rapport with one another, and this makes me happy. Indeed, she is the closest thing I have ever had to a friend," a pause, "Khepri has also told me of her feelings regarding you; your absence has caused her a great deal of stress, Companion Farkas."
"Isn't gonna happen often," Farkas grumbled; glancing at the door, he added quietly, "I'm putting together a gift of intent for her. Once that's done, I'll be staying close as I can while fulfilling my duties."
The blonde's face softened slightly, "That's good to hear. Khepri is desperate for companionship, and you've proven yourself both trustworthy and proper, if all she's said of your encounters is true. By all means, pursue her… but, Farkas?" her face suddenly became forbidding, such that Farkas felt a chill, like he'd been bitten by an ice wraith, "Should you ever break my Thane's heart, I will cut yours out."
He didn't miss a beat, "I'd sooner quit being a Companion and spend the rest of my life licking Jarl Siddgeir's feet."
Jordis' face returned to neutrality, "Good." She nodded her head once and started walking out of the room, "For tonight, I would suggest bear or venison with rice; again, nothing too heavy, and it's okay to be generous with the spices. I'm off to patrol the settlement. Farkas."
"Jordis," he nodded back, watching her leave. Once she was gone, Farkas let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding, muttering while removing his cuirass, "Like she isn't beautiful enough, she goes and gets a Houscarl that's just as fiery and gorgeous as she is."
Not that he'd ever go behind Khepri's back and be unfaithful, no, but it was the truth.
Additionally… Farkas sighed, and began dressing in plain clothes. Brelyna and Fairsi had a point, telling him that he needed a break from running around Skyrim. Now that he was in Khepri's house, he could take things easy, even if it was only for a day and a night.
Walking back out into the hall, Farkas took a moment to lean on the upper railing and look over the expansive room, with its shelves and display cases and- was that a library across the way? A sniff brought the smell of fresh-cut wood and finish, along with that incense Khepri liked and burned often in Dawnstar. Bees and wild animals were carved into the floor molding; the rails down the stairs were cut to look like trees, as were the columns holding up the 2[sup]nd[/sup] floor.
Everything was built artistically… with a sense that it was also made to last.
'And one day,' thought Farkas with determination, turning his feet toward the kitchen; he might as well familiarize himself with it, because, '…this will be my home too, one day.'
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Khepri the Beekeeper
When I first wandered into Dawnstar, I expected to live a quiet life; oh, yes, I knew that the revelation of my abilities would cause a little excitement, but the people of Skyrim seemed hard to surprise or rile up. Or maybe Dawnstar was simply the exception, rather than the rule. The only thing that could work those people up was mentioning the Great War, or the Betrayal at Markarth, which caused the heightened tensions of the present day.
The present day, where I was a town mayor and Thane of Skyrim. Not exactly the quiet life I expected, but at least I was kept busy with administering my business, both in my current residence and Dawnstar, and managing the settlement of Weynon Glades, to say nothing of my side projects, like spider silk or the situation in Fellglow Keep.
Not that all of the troubles of Skyrim, regarding the Concordat, were ncessiarily true. High King Torygg and Jarl Ulfric were secretly working together, keeping the Thalmor's attention on Skyrim while Hammerfell and Cyrodiil recovered their strength; both had sent letters to me, stating that they would do all in their power to keep me out of the conflict.
I was grateful for their concern, even if I knew it would, one day, prove to be an empty gesture.
All around me was a world of color, sitting at my desk in the center of my greenhouse, the humid air filled with the humming of insects and the clicking of the Chaurus. Flowers were planted with care by commons, under the watchful eyes of Twinkie, Bullet, Sophia and Amy, all my Chaurus radiating [determination] and [happiness] with their contribution to my work. Spiders spun their silk into patterns and shapes as I experimented further; clothing was a short breakthrough away, and I genuinely couldn't wait to feel the protective material against my skin again. Thousands of bees gathered nectar and sugar from carefully-arranged flowers; mountain flowers were separated into colors, as were dragon's tongue, thistle, nightshade, and more exotic blooms, like tulips, lotuses and lilies, imported from Cyrodiil.
In front of me were supply and taxation papers, which I was working through at a steady pace; to one side were more piles of paper and parchment, including a preliminary treatise from the "Skeever King" and a summary report of the operations at Silverdrift Lair and Fellglow Keep, by Merc Captain Trystan and Caller Elarie, respectively. I'd already sent letters to Callidus, who – a happy smile found its way to my face, and I took a moment to reread his gushing letter – had gotten Liora pregnant, much to their mutual joy and anxiety; the apiaries up in Dawnstar were also producing at a regular rate, with two of the Spriggans having moved near the Chaurus caves.
The fatherly tone Jarl Skald's letters had taken of late was… odd, if a welcome change to his initial prickliness.
Below Skyrim, I could feel, through Skitter, the Chaurus of Blackreach assisting in the tunnel project. That Hold-sized cavern was almost fully explored, at this point. Regular missives and requests for advice had come from both Legate Rikke, who was overseeing the security of Blackreach, and Calcelmo, who was handling the archeology side of things. All told, between Blackreach and the various ruins it allowed access to – one of which caused Miss Katria and the other Dwemer researchers some excitement, due to the discovery of a piece of something called 'atherieum' – over eight thousand Chaurus were now accounted for… all of whom regularly sent me childish waves of [joy] and [adoration] as they worked to make Blackreach their new home. It helped sooth anyone who'd naysay me that they could reach places the races of Tamriel couldn't, so a good number of hidden artifacts were ending up in the hands of Calcelmo's teams.
Everything was being administered with great precision and efficiency, all without requiring me to sacrifice my social life. This pleased me greatly, doubly so as I monitored Farkas, who had prepared some dinner and was now exploring my house. Fairsi and Brelyna were… well, they'd had sex in the guest room provided to them, and now the young Redguard was seeing to his gear, Brelyna working on some more artwork, both of them nude and clearly happy.
All this brought a smile to my face, knowing the freedom I had now attained. I could – and had – head down to the nearby inn for a meal, socialize with my people, listen to their concerns… share in the happiness of their lives, even while the world swirled with cloudy skies, threatening a terrible storm.
The smile diminished, remembering that not all was well. The Thalmor's plots continued apace, both those I could see plainly, and the ones still hidden to me. It reminded me of the little I could clearly recall of my dance with Coil: plots hiding other plots, always fearing an arrow from nowhere, or a knife cutting my throat in my sleep…
But this game was different. Before, I was up against one very influential and wealthy man; now, it was a deeply-entrenched and calculating organization that wasn't above Daedra worship. Discovering their origins was proving difficult, much to my irritation. But a few things were obvious.
They weren't an organization of warriors or murderers or cultists, but one of politicians, which arguably made them more dangerous than all three others combined. There was a thirty-or-forty year blackout of all information from the Summerset Isles, following the Oblivion Crisis; likely, this period was a purge of political opponents and indoctrination of the remaining Altmer population. Their military prowess lay mainly in arcane superiority; this gave them an edge in the post-Crisis world, where most people are wary or outright hostile to mages.
Finally, conquest through arms wasn't their ultimate goal. Yes, their political influence ensured they had a finger in every pie, but if domination was the prize they sought, why outlaw the worship of Divine Talos?
Before the Great War, nearly half of the Imperial Legions were natives of Skyrim; a full third were either Nord or of Nordic descent. The province's exports were mostly manpower, bards, wood, and specialty potions; it was also widely recognized as a trading hub, if a frontier one, between Morrowind, Cyrodiil, Orsinium, and High Rock.
From a political standpoint, the White-Gold Concordant was a mistake; why attack one province's culture of revering the founder of the Third Empire, one who was widely considered a Divine, and then bribe the Jarls into enforcing it, instead of just forcing Skyrim to equal Cyrodiil's tithe to the Dominion? Few of the Jarls were actively enforcing it, anyway.
So why? What was the Dominion's game? It wasn't like someone could stop being a Divine just because the worship was banned, and despite the Markarth Incident, Jarl Ulfric was secretly on the High King's side.
The issue stayed with me through the morning and into lunch, when Jordis entered my greenhouse, bringing me a meal of corned beef and hash with ale to wash it down. That was something I enjoyed: being able to drink ale, which was lighter than most of Skyrim's beverages.
But another issue presented itself: Jordis, who spent little time with anyone who wasn't me… and threatened Farkas.
"Getting warm out, Khepri," my Houscarl and friend said as she approached my desk, laying my plate in an empty spot and taking a seat on the only chair so she could tuck into her own meal, "I don't see how you can stand being in this hotbox all day long."
I rolled my eyes and took a sandwich half, "I don't spend all day in here, Jordis. In fact… I need to talk to Bori about updating the guard's equipment. With that mead contract with Jorrvaskr finalized, we've got a generous discount on Skyforge steel, and trolls are still a threat around here." Before taking a bite, I noticed Jordis staring intently at me; I sighed and smiled, "Yes, I'll see about getting your armor and swords seen to."
She blushed, "Thank you, Khepri."
"Of course." We lapsed into silence as we ate; on the surface, it was a comfortable silence, but I was troubled in my heart.
After taking a sip of the ale – an apple variety, made by the branch of the Lonely-Gale family living in town – I asked Jordis, "What do you think of Farkas? I don't think I've ever asked you this."
She considered while chewing, and replied, "I've not met him until today, but I've long known of his deeds; he's an up-and-coming warrior that all Nord boys should aspire to be like. Not once have I heard a complaint about him being rough or impolite, which is a sight better than what most could say of past Companions. He…" Jordis' face colored a little, and averted her gaze slightly; curious, "…he also cares for you very much, my Th-"
"We are in private."
"…Khepri," she swallowed nothing and continued, though there was more emotion in her tone than before, "Personally, I find him gruff and, well, imposing in stature. He is not unintelligent, clearly, but a warrior-poet he isn't."
"He doesn't need to be, Jordis," I replied with a smile, "Farkas is certain and plain-spoken, and honest. I also sense that he feels a bit lonely, even among the Companions."
Jordis nodded slowly, "I… understand how he must feel, at least a little."
"You do?" I tilted my head.
"Yes. Like me, he is an expert in swordcraft, a natural prodigy," ah. "Here in Skyrim, such people are prized," she winced and picked up her mug of day mead (non-alcoholic), "doubly so if they are attractive."
"That still doesn't excuse Thane Erikur from treating you that way, Jordis," I told her in a steely voice. "And besides, it isn't Farkas' skill with a blade that makes me fond of him."
"Then what is?" Jordis suddenly stiffened, "I-I'm sorry, th-that isn't my place-"
I laughed, "Jordis, stop; it's just a question." Chuckling as she mumbled and blushed, I replied quietly, "It's simple, really: Farkas is honest with me. He is attractive and strong. He is brave, and even when he's afraid, he doesn't let that stop him. While he isn't a scholar, he knows the old customs of Skyrim and adheres to them. Farkas is a good man, and," I blushed and fiddled with a piece of paper, "I feel lucky to have his affection. And that brings me back to the first point: he is honest in his affection. He doesn't hide behind political clout or status. He wants me, not the idea of me, if you take my meaning."
"…when you put it this way, I… suppose it makes sense," said Jordis, slowly. "Though, if that's the case…" she trailed off as I pulled over an EEC trading document.
When she didn't continue, I looked up, "Hmm?"
"Why aren't you in the manor, helping him prepare dinner?" Jordis asked me in confusion.
I blinked, then scowled, "Have you been reading romance novels?"
"What? No! I just… it seems like something spouses would do, and you work a lot as it is, Khepri." Jordis' blush intensified; while she found something fascinating about her remaining lunch, I thought about that.
Farkas and I would be together for, if I was reading his intentions correctly, a very long time. I was comfortable around him, and, well… most of the work in front of me wasn't urgent…
There was also another thing: Jordis just told me I work too much, implying she enjoyed my attention being on her. To be frank, I enjoyed her company almost as much as I enjoyed Farkas'. She was a very attractive, if older, woman, but was also closer to a scholar and administrator than a warrior, most of the time. Truly, in the time we've come to know each other, I found myself becoming rather fond of Jordis.
She was my friend, but, and this was the big question here: was I attracted to her?
…I couldn't see myself having sex with her, but kissing her? Hmm…
Finishing off my lunch, I began tidying up my desk, saying over the sound of rustling papers, "I'll take your advice, because it mirrors my thoughts somewhat, but I expect some hot chocolate tomorrow evening as apology for making me skip a day of work."
"Of course, my… Khepri," Jordis smiled slightly before standing, "Would you like some help tidying up?"
"Please," I begged, "It'll take me more than an hour to put this all away, otherwise."
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Farkas of the Companions
All in all, Farkas considered the day a success.
He hadn't exactly been doing too good with the dinner preparations, but then Khepri had surprised him, walking into the kitchen, tying an apron on and, with another peck on the lips, started helping him out. The venison stew, rice, and salad they put together, while plain, was better than most meals Farkas could remember. Fairsi, the poor kid, looked like he was in heaven, until Khepri revealed that Farkas had done most of the work; then the lad just spent the rest of the night confused.
Stories were exchanged over dessert, Farkas and Brelyna taking point in describing the battle under Saarthal. Bori, who was over for dinner as well, told them of the time he killed a horker with nothing but the sharp end of a broken oar. Jordis, on the other hand, said she wasn't one for boasting, yet still – at Khepri's insistence – regaled them of a spine-chilling fight she had with a Briarheart near Dragon's Bridge.
Now, though, plates were cleared and cleaned, everyone was in their rooms for the evening, and Farkas was running his straight-razor over his face in front of the wash basin and mirror in Khepri's room, dressed only in a pair of pants. Khepri herself was behind a screen, putting on her bedclothes and telling Farkas of a few things they hadn't had time to discuss over dinner.
"Skeevers? Really?" he asked in mild disbelief, washing off his razor and running a hand over his chin. Nice and smooth.
"I have no idea what he was thinking, setting up shop under a brewery," Khepri replied, adding happily, "Still, with the proprietor of Honningbrew out of business over this incident, plus all the bottles of mead I'm about to have…"
Farkas shrugged and walked over to the bed, grabbing one of the posts and giving it a slight shake; heavy and sturdy, "You thinkin' of buying the place up?"
"I mean, of course," Khepri walked out from behind the screen, wearing a loose blue shirt, a new pair of silken thigh-high stockings and… she stretched her arms over her head, revealing bare, shaven lower lips. He lifted his eyes back to hers as she opened them again, but the look on her face just made him want her more, "Opening a brewery was one of my long-term goals, but if it's just going to fall into my lap…" she trailed off, apparently having an idea.
Having seen the interior of Honningbrew a couple times, Farkas took a guess while walking over to lay his hands on her waist, "You thinking of making it into an inn?"
Khepri hummed, face coloring as she ran her hands – her prosthetic was still on – up his arms while he rubbed her through her shirt, "More of a tavern? A bar, mixed with a specialty restaurant?" she laughed under her breath and shook her head with a smile, green eyes meeting Farkas', "Look at me, thinking of business when the man I adore is in my arms at last."
Farkas hummed in strong agreement, and pulled her into a kiss, one she quickly intensified, drawing it out for several minutes. Their hands explored each other, while he guided Khepri over to the bed so she could lay in it.
She bit his lip, bringing a pleased growl from Farkas. Kissing her again, he said softly while pulling her shirt up, "Missed you."
Kissing fast along his jaw, only stopping as he pulled the piece of clothing off, Khepri breathed in his ear, "Missed you more."
Then one of her feet swept up his leg to his hip, where her toes hooked his waistband and yanked his pants half off; she also almost pulled Farkas off the bed. Her face was a picture of worry and mortified embarrassment… at least, until Farkas started chuckling. Then Khepri started giggling, which turned into nose-nuzzling and soft kisses in the warm candlelight.
A musky scent started wafting to Farkas nose, as his hardening length rubbed against Khepri's lower lips. She gasped, looked into his eyes, and whispered, "I want you."
Farkas replied by kissing his woman like tomorrow wouldn't come, slowly removing his pants until they joined Khepri's shirt on the floor. Their tongues danced, lips were nibbled, and her legs slowly looped around his waist as Farkas prodded her entrance. It took a few minutes to line everything up, but when it did…
"Mmf," he winced while Khepri gasped, her eyes crossing a little as Farkas pushed into the tightest, wettest woman he'd ever felt. Even though she was humming and sighing with happiness, Farkas was trying not to scream; if she was any tighter, it felt like she'd pinch the tip of his dick off.
"You okay?" she asked. Looking at her, Farkas found his blushing woman looking at him with concern, a light sheen of sweat already covering her from forehead to perky little breasts.
"Was gonna ask you that," Farkas replied, tensing before giving Khepri another inch, and then a few more, as he found her depths warmer and softer than he expected. They both gasped and panted with both pleasure and pain as he slowly gave her more and more of himself, until he couldn't go any further, their pelvic bones meeting at the same time Farkas found her inner barrier.
Khepri's keening moan of happy pleasure was half-cut off by Farkas kissing her desperately, furiously. Her long, silk-clad legs tightened around him and squeezed. Farkas ran his hand over the back of Khepri's neck, grinding into her while kissing her long neck, taking pleasure in the gasping moans leaving her soft lips.
After a few minutes of getting used to each other, she bucked her hips into his; taking the hint, Farkas leaned back to look at the plain of Khepri's body: her face, contorted in lust and desire, arms laid on the furs that covered her bed, hair like a halo of black water.
"Love you," Farkas muttered, lowering for another kiss, one that was responded to with heat.
"Mmm, love you too," Khepri replied, stroking his face. Farkas was about ready to start when her eyes flew wide. "Wait."
He waited, wondering if an attack was about to come onto the settlement, "What is it?"
She blushed harder, bit her lip, and looked at her end table, "Fuck, I forgot the contraceptive potion," blowing out a sigh while Farkas relaxed with a relieved laugh, Khepri shook her head, "Whatever, I'll just use it later."
"You sure?" he asked, sliding back- she tensed her legs, pulling him right back in while nodding. Grinning, Farkas took hold of his woman and got ready to rut her, "Alright. As you wish."
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Khepri the Beekeeper
He started slow, stroking firmly in and out of me. Each impact with my inner walls made my small breasts shake in time with the tingling in my brain and loins, made me gasp and keen in ways I hadn't even fantasized. Again and again and – oooh~ again, Farkas slowly increased the speed of his lovemaking.
With every impact, every moan from either of our mouths, every kiss, whether to my lips or my breasts or my neck, I found myself enjoying the experience more and more. I was also losing more and more control over my legs, mainly because Farkas' dick was rubbing a very sensitive part of my inner walls with every hard thrust.
Erandur could not compare to this. Neither could my long-abandoned bedroom aid.
The feel of my man over me, the taste of his skin as I kissed his chest, the feel of him as he simultaneously made me feel empty and oh so full~.
Skitter was right: I had chosen my man very well.
"Yes~!" I shouted as the impacts became hard enough that I actually felt a little twinge of pain, that my back arched and the pressure in my pussy started to rise, indicating I was getting close to orgasm, "Yes, Farkas, just like thaaaaaa~aaat YES!"
His thrusts lost their fast rhythm after he took me over the edge once, turning into slow, hard strokes in and out of my body. Farkas whispered in my ear as I shivered and came and slowly regained my senses, telling me how beautiful I was, how much he loved me, and that I was the only woman he thought about anymore. It was almost enough to move me to tears, so I kissed him, my man, with all I had.
"You okay?" he asked once I went from crying in pleasure to giggling in happy lust; he was still smoothly fucking me, so I bit my lip and replied.
"Of course, ahh~, this feels so good, mmm~."
"I'm not hurting you at all?"
I laughed- well, giggled lewdly… and grabbed my man's shoulders, "Let me get on top and I'll show you how good I'm feeling."
Chuckling deeply – and I realized I could feel his chuckle inside me – he took my hips in his big, strong hands and, without his penis leaving my body, slowly flipped us over. I put my hands on his chest and gasped happily, trying to regain my bearings, prepare myself for the next part.
Farkas' hands tensed on my thighs, likely about to start guiding me through riding him. Rather than let him, I grinned at my man, took his wrists, and moved them toward his head; well, more like he let me, but that's why I loved Farkas. He wasn't here to overpower me. He was here to love me.
(even if I didn't completely understand love yet, but I was more than willing to learn)
"You just, hehehe," I stifled my giggles while Farkas smiled back at me, putting his hands behind his head and waiting for me to go on. "You just, stay right. There." I braced myself, hands on his chest, knees to either side of him, "And let me do the work for a little while."
I slid up, the wet sucking of my pussy clear for both of us to hear. Dibella, this felt so good.
I dropped back down, hard, making Farkas gasp and twitch, but he didn't move his hands. Biting my lip, I rolled my hips, rose back up, and dropped back down. Again, and again, and again~, until we were both moaning in pleasure and I was making the bed bounce on its frame, I was riding Farkas so hard.
This was something I could really get used to, but I would have to be careful not to do it all the time… because it was something I could see myself doing a lot of, especially with Farkas – he sat up and licked my hard, sensitive nipples right as I orgasmed, making me scream loud enough to wake the dead.
That wouldn't be a good thing, spending all or most of my time impaled on Farkas' big, hard, rugged, warm cock, no matter how good he was at fucking me, and vice-versa. We wouldn't ever get anything done… not to mention how distracting it could be; sure, I was still connected to my swarm, but Skitter was handling most of the load at the moment, [joyful] and [pleased] I was finally being mated by the man I chose, who chose me.
He pulled out of me, briefly, leaving my sore pussy feeling so empty. I whimpered in need as he turned me around, making me face one of the posts while he positioned himself behind me. Arching my back and bracing my prosthetic hand on the post, I moaned, then screamed, as Farkas entered me from behind; the angle was one I'd had before, with Erandur, but with Farkas it was like… like I never had sex before. He was stretching me in ways I didn't think were possible.
I loved it. Gods, I hadn't even dreamed of something like this. All my lingering anger at Farkas taking so long dissolved into nothing, because this was oh so worth the wait.
Again, he asked if I was alright, leaning over my back to murmur in my ear and kiss my cheek in comfort. I grabbed his hair and gave him the most searing kiss of my life, then yelled, like a madwoman in lust, "Why the fuck did you stop?!"
Oh, he gave it to me then~. Gripping my hips as I met his thrusts with my own, fucking me so hard I was worried the post would break. Pinching my nipples and making my head go fuzzy. Nibbling his ear and making him grunt and whimper, as he tried with all his might not to cum, to make this, our first time, last.
We made love like animals, like gods, like it was our last day on earth. It felt like hours, but in reality it was less than one; all the same, I was sure the bed moved multiple times during our lovemaking. And when he finally came in me, lying side-by-side with one of my legs in the air…
I would marry this man, I promised myself as I fell asleep on his chest, our bodies shining with sweat and whispers of adoration being exchanged between kisses. I was going to marry him and have his children and, maybe, either help Jordis find her own man, or have her quietly become our mistress, and we would be happy. I would be happy, at last.
And woe betide the idiot who got in the way of that.
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Welp, looks like the bed survived! Huzzah!
Oh, and don't worry; Khepri drinks the contraceptive in the morning.
REVIEWER RESPONSE TIME!
Rydan fall: The Thalmor's ultimate goal is the destruction of Mundus. According to the Tarot reading in chapter 19, Khepri's presence in Mundus represents someone who'd protect the Tower - the metaphysical representation of Nirn. In order for their goals to be achieved, she must die. Khepri is too great a threat to ignore; she was the instrumental figure of a Dragon Break event, and is a stabilizing figure in Skyrim's politics. On top of that, being a Parahuman and Alchemy being a thing means she's in for a long life, about 100 years, give or take ten. They can't wait her out and risk her messing with more of their plans, so they will stop at nothing to kill her.
Also, I don't care if anyone likes the Thalmor. They're Elven Nazis; honestly, the only one we'll really be seeing the perspective of is Elenwen, who has an... interesting character arc in store for her. More on that later.
SkyCaptain502: Good lords, that fic is a mess. Don't get me wrong, I like it, it's very entertaining for a RWBY fic... but the plot is wayyyyyyy too contrived for my tastes. I might give an omake a shot someday, but don't count on it. I don't much care for RWBY, or anything by Rooster Teeth really.
Lycanthomancer: Erikur will get his in due course.
Another Guest1029: The Eye of Magnus literally doesn't make sense otherwise. Just be glad that it's the only thing from C0DA I'm using here.
Platinumsabr: The way I write has been steadily changing since I quit smoking. However, it's the way I write. The rules of English grammar and structure can go cry with their stolen and made-up words for all I care, so long as the story can be read by most people.
AnFan-n-More: *in Shardspace, Queen Administrator and Taylor watch their body (Khepri) having sex with Farkas* "I can't wait to have his kids." [BUDS] "Glad you agree, QA."
Next time: Jordis heard all of that, the Thieves Guild gets a visit from a strange Argonian(!), and Imp goes on an adventure!
Hope you all enjoyed!
~Baked