When Miranja had first met Faendal, he was living the quiet life of a lumber mill worker and hunter in Riverwood, pining for Camilla Valerius. Camilla may or may not have been aware of his feelings for her, but she had certainly given Faendal the impression that she didn't know or didn't care, and apparently felt only a bond of friendship with him. Miranja was new to Skyrim, still working on developing her magic and weaponry skills, and had already begun to discover what a dangerous place Skyrim could be. When Faendal offered to accompany her and help her out in return for helping him make his rival look bad in Camilla's eyes, she thought an elven archer sounded like a pretty good type to have along on her travels, especially since she had to investigate Bleak Falls Barrow, which Hadvar said had given him nightmares as a child and still made him uncomfortable even now.
Faendal was a dead shot with that bow, and he could take out bandits without even having to get close to them. The first time he saved her life, she hadn't even seen the wolf coming at her, and by the time she heard its growling, it was falling dead at her feet. For the life of her, she couldn't understand why Camilla was so oblivious to what a great catch he was. Miranja had selfishly kept him with her for weeks, and he hadn't once complained about leaving his job at the mill or missing Camilla, so she assumed he was enjoying the adventuring life with her. Every time he displayed his lethal archery skills and his savagery in close combat, she got incredibly turned on. He seemed like such a laid-back, gentle guy on the surface; it was outrageously sexy to her to know that he had a deadly strength just below the surface and he employed it for her protection.
Spending most of their days – and many of their nights – in sweaty armor, they took advantage of waterfalls and bodies of water to wash the dirt and stink off. Miranja had no qualms about Faendal seeing her undressed; in spite of her parents' attempted teachings, she had never understood why so many people felt shame, or at least embarrassment, about other people seeing what the Divines had blessed them with. Everyone had a body, and they were all pretty much alike. It was true that some were more attractive than others, but everyone's bodies had the same basic features. It made no sense to her that people got so hung-up about them. Faendal was of the same mind; he had been the first one to undress when they came upon their first waterfall and prepared to bathe, and he showed no inhibitions at all.
Miranja had to admit that Faendal definitely had one of the finer bodies she'd seen. She'd had to restrain herself the first couple of times they'd gotten naked together, but one night…
She and Faendal had been attacked by two bears late one afternoon, and Faendal had charged right in, screaming and slashing with a war axe. He'd finished off one bear before Miranja's flame spell had taken down the second, so he finished off the second one, too. She was, once again, both frightened and aroused by the sight of Faendal with his eyes blazing, nostrils flaring, and bear blood spattered across his face. He had almost single-handedly killed two large, dangerous animals where most men would have fallen to a single bear.
They were near a wide, shallow river with a waterfall, and the bears' cave was in the side of the cliff over which the waterfall rushed. Miranja was collecting bear pelts for Temba Wide-Arm, so she and Faendal spent the next two hours building a makeshift drying rack on the bank opposite the carcasses and then skinning the bears and hanging the pelts to dry. After traveling all day and then fighting and skinning the bears, they were quite hungry. Faendal built a fire near the drying rack and cut some of the bears' haunch meat into wide, thin strips to hang over the fire and cook – the quickest way to thoroughly cook the meat. Miranja diced up and pan-fried one of the potatoes she carried and sliced up a leek to mix in for flavor; Faendal declined her offer to cook one for him, explaining that the Bosmer were strict carnivores. Eating or killing plants was taboo in their culture, but he was okay with her indulging.
Miranja was a little incredulous to learn that Bosmer didn't even use herbs to flavor their meat – even pepper came from a plant. Salt was the only seasoning they used. In her eyes, they didn't know what they were missing, but she respected Bosmer culture and found it rather fascinating. Faendal went on to say that most Bosmer outside of Valenwood were laxer in abiding by the rules; he himself lived in a log home with a thatch roof and used a wooden hunting bow. And of course, he worked at a lumber mill and chopped wood for a living. But he at least tried to abide by the food rule.
"Bosmer also eat their fallen enemies," Faendal said with a devilish smile, hoping to shock her further. "But of course, if I were to abide by that rule while traveling with you, there's no way I could ever eat that much meat."
Miranja gave him a twisted smirk and punched him lightly in the shoulder.
They kept a careful watch while the food cooked, as nearby carnivores would be attracted to the smell of cooking meat. They had a delicious dinner, cleaned up and packed away their dishes, then, with one last look around for predators, they stripped down, let their hair down, and waded to the waterfall with their soaps and washcloths.
Faendal washed her back for her; he went about it a little more slowly than the times before, and she enjoyed it and felt her libido stirring, but she chalked up his dawdling to his being tired from all the physical activity. She returned the favor with equal languor, lusting at the sight of his long, wet hair falling over his broad, freckled shoulders. She wanted to kiss those shoulders so badly, she nearly trembled with the desire and with the effort of resisting the temptation.
Later that night, while Faendal sat on a boulder to stand the first watch, she lay in her bedroll looking up at the stars peeking through the tree boughs and imagined actually kissing those delicious shoulders, kissing his neck, his ears, his mouth. She yearned to know how it felt to be in his strong arms, how his hard cock would feel inside her. She envied Camilla his affections, even if Camilla herself had no idea Faendal even desired her – but she doubted that Camilla really hadn't picked up on his attraction. Pent up with sexual frustration and noting that Faendal's back was turned to her, she began quietly pleasuring herself. She had to make an effort to regulate her breathing so Faendal wouldn't realize what she was up to.
Glancing over at him, she saw his arm working rhythmically and she realized that he was indulging himself the same way she was. Oh, if he was as frustrated as she was, then perhaps... She spoke up, startling him.
"It seems we're in the same boat tonight, eh, Faendal?"
"Wh-what?" He answered without turning toward her, adjusting his clothing hurriedly.
"Were you thinking about Camilla?" she teased, putting a suggestive tone in her voice.
"No," he denied, but she could see his ears turning red, even in the firelight.
"It's okay if you were," she gently assured him, getting out of her bedroll and walking over to him in her smallclothes. "To be honest, I was having trouble sleeping because I was thinking about you."
Faendal turned toward her as she approached, and the expression on his face was a mixture of embarrassment and hope. "Actually, I WAS thinking of Camilla, but I was also thinking of you."
"You mean… both of us together?"
"Yeah." He looked away with mild embarrassment as he said it, but his eyes quickly returned to her, and he was having trouble keeping his eyes on her face.
"Oh, you naughty boy," Miranja smiled. "Yeah, I think I would gladly have a threesome with you and Camilla if the opportunity arose. Truth be told, I've been keeping my hands to myself because I figured you only had eyes for Camilla. I mean, you and Sven both seemed pretty serious about trying to court her, like any day the two of you could come to blows over her." She settled on her knees in front of him.
"She is a beautiful and intelligent woman," Faendal acceded, "but so are you. You have a lot of similarities, both in looks and personality. But I'm trying not to compare you; I see your differences, and your own personality is just as attractive to me. I love how you hold your own in a battle, and I love how uninhibited and straightforward you are. You don't smother your 'fire,' if you know what I mean."
He wanted her! Miranja's throat was constricted with lust, and she could hardly breathe. "Faendal, I want you so badly. Can we...?"
With a groan, he leaned forward and pulled her head toward him to kiss her hungrily. She grabbed him and leaned backwards, pulling him to the ground with her. She felt an entire swarm of butterflies rise up in her belly as he reached into her bra and pulled her breast free, filling his mouth with her flesh and rolling his tongue around her hardening nipple. She helped him remove the bra and he mouthed her other breast, stiffening that nipple as well.
Parting her legs to fit his body comfortably between them, Miranja held the back of his head with one hand and reached down with the other to grab his firm buttock, pulling him against her to feel his hard cock through their clothes. She was literally dizzy with the thought that yes, she was finally getting to touch him and be touched by him in the way she'd been longing for. She was mad with wanting to simply tear his clothes off and get him as naked as she was right now.
Faendal raised himself up on one elbow and, moving back up to taste her mouth once again, he slid his hand into her panties and touched her. She was incredibly wet, and his fingers slid deliciously over her throbbing clit in search of her opening, eliciting an anguished moan from her throat. His middle and ring fingers found no resistance and delved right in; she moaned again, panting, and tilted her hips up so he could go deeper into her.
"Gods, you're so wet," Faendal murmured against her lips, and she bit his lower lip and ran her tongue across it. Meanwhile, she was fumbling at his clothing, lifting the front of his jerkin and trying fervently to untie the drawstring of his pants, aching to see and get her hand – and lips – around that cock. Finally, she got the right bit of string in her fingers and pulled the bow knot loose; she thrust her hand down the front of his pants and seized the object of her intense desire. It was already oozing in anticipation, and she toyed with the sticky fluid, rubbing it into the head of his lusty tool with her thumb as she stroked him sensuously.
"Let me suck you," Miranja begged, releasing his cock to tug at the waistband of his pants.
"After I taste you," Faendal countered with a devilish grin, moving down and sitting back up on his knees to slide her panties down her legs. She raised her knees to her chest so he could get the garment over her knees and the rest of the way off. Then, before she could lower her legs again, he put his hands between her thighs and pushed them apart, getting into a comfortable position to feast on her succulent nether lips.
Miranja was in heaven, nearly pinching herself at having Faendal's deft tongue in her pussy, his lips sucking her clit, and his fingers once again plumbing her depths.
"Your pussy is so sweet," Faendal groaned, his breath hot on her wet flesh. "I want to make you cum." His lewd, impassioned words fanned the flames in her groin even higher. She loved it when a man talked dirty to her.
"Do it," she pleaded, her voice husky with desire.
"Tell me what you like," he said, kissing her lower lips as if kissing her mouth, circling his fingers deep within her.
"Almost exactly what you're doing right now," she told him with a bit of a whimper in her voice. "Suck very gently on my clit. Lick me with your tongue soft, not hard and pointy. Your fingers… are perfect."
Faendal followed her instructions to the letter, and Miranja stroked his ears and the bald sides of his head, toyed with his ponytail. His hair was incredibly soft. She worked her hips in time with his circling fingers and his rhythmic sucking, and when her orgasm was imminent, she grasped the fingers of the hand he had wrapped around her thigh, squeezing his hand and groaning his name as the fireworks exploded throughout her body. Faendal kept up his work, moaning with his own arousal at her spasms, easing off as she settled down, pulling his fingers out of her to stroke her as he continued gently kissing her sated quim.
"Mmmm, Faendal… that was exquisite," she purred, still holding his hand and stroking his soft white hair with her other hand.
"You're telling me," Faendal breathed, moving up to kiss her mouth. "I love the way you taste and smell."
Miranja kissed him back with relish, not at all bothered by her own taste and scent on his mouth. Gods, he made her so hungry!
"My turn," she said, and they got up on their knees while Faendal took off his jerkin. She greedily ran her hands over his chest and shoulders, squeezed his muscular arms, stroked the trail of hair down the center of his belly.
"These need to go," she said firmly, tugging at the loosened waistband of his pants. "Now." He pulled the trousers down past his buttocks, then sat down, kicked off his ankle boots, and worked his pants the rest of the way off. Miranja gently pushed him back to the ground, holding the base of his member in one hand and taking it all into her mouth in one go. Sucking gently but firmly, moving her tongue back and forth across the underside, she slowly pulled back, enjoying the sound of Faendal's passionate moan as he threaded his fingers into her hair. She hadn't rebraided it after their shower in the waterfall, and it was still slightly damp due to its thickness.
"You can pull my hair," she told him before swallowing his cock once again.
He closed his fingers into a fist and growled with lust, raising his hips to push himself even further into her throat. "Oh, gods, yeah, suck me… that's so good."
"What do you like best, my sexy lover?" Miranja purred, lolling her tongue around the head and stroking his scrotum. She loved the scent of him as much as he enjoyed the scent of her.
"Flick your tongue just below the head, there on the underside," he urged.
She complied, sucking the head at the same time, and continuing to fondle his sack while stroking the rest of his cock with the other hand. Faendal clamped his fingers down in her hair once more, his breath coming hard and fast. Every few moments Miranja just couldn't help but to take that whole gorgeous tool all the way into her mouth and suck her way back up, but she always returned to what he had requested, and she could tell by the way his hips were jerking and his breath was hitching that he was getting close.
"I have to stop you now," she told him, squeezing him gently but firmly just below the head.
Faendal groaned in agony. "Why?"
"Because I need you inside me NOW, and I don't want to have to wait for you to get hard again."
She climbed on top of him and slowly lowered herself onto his rod, all the way to the balls. Faendal lay his head back on the ground, mouth open in a long sigh, eyes squeezed shut.
"Gods, you feel so good," Miranja breathed, working her hips to get him as far into her as possible.
Faendal had grabbed her by her hips and was pulling her hard against him as he pressed up with his own hips. "So do you," he answered, thrusting his cock into her with sharp jabs and holding it there for a moment each time.
Miranja ground herself against him, still marveling inside her head that Faendal was actually fucking her, and it was delicious. Eat your heart out, Camilla, she thought. Camilla had to know that Faendal liked her, and she was playing oblivious, to her own deprivation.
Thinking of Camilla reminded her of how Camilla had surprisingly flirted with her once she had begun wearing her Amulet of Mara, which got her thinking about the possibility of talking Camilla into a one-on-one tryst, and eventually maybe a threesome with Faendal. Oh, the very idea turned her on! She wanted to be able to watch and even participate when Faendal finally got Camilla into bed.
Riding Faendal's cock and thinking about watching him fuck his precious Camilla absolutely sent her over the edge for the second time, and she leaned forward to press her body against Faendal's warm chest and gobble up his sweet mouth as she wallowed in the throes of ecstasy.
Faendal didn't know what she was thinking, but he was simply turned on by Miranja moaning his name between kisses and the fact that he'd made her cum not once, but twice that night. Her hot, wet inner walls contracted rhythmically around him, and he came so hard he thought the top of his head would blow off. It had been a long while since he'd had sex with anything but his hand.
Miranja stayed on top of Faendal, resting her body on his, kissing him softly, over and over. She kissed his face, his ears, his neck, finally nestling her head against his shoulder and enjoying the feeling of those strong arms around her.
"I've wanted to do this since the day I met you," Miranja confessed. "I thought you were so handsome, and you were so lethal with that bow, it was an incredible turn-on. I was so grateful to have you with me at Bleak Falls Barrow. And I've been grateful ever since, every day I have you traveling with me. You're a wonderful companion, if I haven't told you before."
"I thought you were very attractive, too," Faendal reciprocated. "At least as pretty as Camilla, if not more so. The fact that you knew some magic and were handy with weapons, too, was quite sexy, even if you were still learning your technique. I have to say you've improved quite a bit in the last few weeks, but we've had lots of opportunities for you to practice. I'll admit, though, I've had to work really hard to think of boring or unpleasant things when we've bathed together. I was so pleasantly surprised when you showed no inhibitions about getting naked in front of me. But I would have been rather mortified if you'd caught me with an erection. If I'd known that you were attracted to me, as well…"
Miranja lifted her head and smiled salaciously at him. "We could certainly try to make up for lost time."
"That we could," Faendal agreed, smiling pretty suggestively himself.
"I feel kind of bad taking you away from your job at the mill, though."
"Don't," Faendal admonished. "I assure you, I'm having much more fun and making more money running around Skyrim with you than I ever did at the mill. Plus, I don't have to see Sven's poncy little face every day."
"What about Camilla? I'm sure you must miss her."
"Yes, but not as much as I did at first. We were getting closer, but we hadn't even really gotten to the point of handholding or kissing. I don't think she realized that I was lovestruck; I was probably way too subtle with my compliments and such."
"I guarantee you she knew, Faendal. Women are acutely aware of things like that. Is she the kind of woman who worries about what other people think of her? Maybe she pretended not to notice because she was concerned that racist people like Sven and his mother would think less of her if she was open to your courtship."
Faendal looked uncertain. "I'd like to think she's above that sort of thing, but I don't really know. She is an Imperial in a Nord village."
"Most of the people in Riverwood seem to be decent, accepting people. And maybe it's just because you're vying with her son over Camilla, but Hilde thinks you're a filthy elf." Miranja gave him an impish smile. "The filthier, the better, I say."
Faendal matched her smile, stretching his neck up to bite her full lower lip. She pulled away and bit his lip in return, then they were kissing and tasting each other voraciously once again. Not even the sound of the wolves feasting on the bear carcasses on the other side of the river concerned them for very long; the wolves were getting plenty to eat over there, and the people had a fire. Miranja and Faendal were still pleasing and enjoying each other long after the wolves went away. They wouldn't get enough sleep this night and would be very low on energy the next morning, but in these moments neither of them cared.