Chapter Summary: After their moonlight "hunt," the Bosmer brothers give Miranja her relief – and she reciprocates the gift.

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Masser lit the sky quite well, and Miranja didn't even need a torch to light her path. She wore her skimpiest fur armor and carried a dagger, her bow and quiver of elven arrows, a canteen of water, and a small waist pack with some dwarven oil and a towel. She cut across the fields of Pelagia farm and started up the hill toward the woods, meeting up unexpectedly with a pair of hunting wolves. She put them down with ease using only her dagger, sustaining only a few scratches that congealed quickly. She was aware that the brothers would probably be able to scent the wolves' blood on the wind and follow her trail.

If she was being perfectly honest, she wasn't planning to make it terribly hard for them to find her. Whether or not she would run when they did find her, and force them to give chase, remained to be seen. She was a tad chilly in her scant fur armor, but keeping moving helped warm her, and she suspected that the men would very much enjoy having to work a bit to bag their quarry, so chances were good that she would indulge them.

Knowing, thanks to Faendal, that Bosmer were not only good archers, but good trackers, and knowing that as a heavy-footed human she couldn't possibly hope to leave a trail that would not be visible to the brothers, she spent some time backtracking and striking out on false paths, stamping down the leaves around a few different trees and even scraping the muddy soles of her boots on the trunks to make it seem as if she might have climbed one.

Halfway up the mountainous foothill, she encountered a large rock outcropping at the uphill side of a small, mostly level clearing. It was six or seven feet above the ground and appeared to have good, rocky footholds and a large, flat top, and she felt it would be a good place to lie in wait and watch. She skirted the bottom of it, leaving tracks in the soft earth all the way around it, continuing on to another tree and stamping the leaves and dirt around it. She spotted a large patch of mountain flowers nearby and broke off numerous hardy stems at their bases, keeping them in her hand, before carefully treading backwards in her own footprints to where she'd started her path around the outcropping. She removed her boots, securing them in her pack with the dirty soles hanging out, and climbed in stockinged feet up the stones to the top of the outcropping, where she put the boots back on. She left no muddy boot prints to indicate that she had climbed up here, and she could lie flat and watch for their approach. She arranged the mountain flower stems between her fingers so that when she lay on her belly with her hands laid flat near her face, they stuck straight up and resembled a small grouping of plants, helping to mask her head as she reconnoitered from there. She lay still and quiet, breathing soundlessly through her mouth.

Not five minutes later, the brothers appeared at opposite ends of the clearing, Anoriath on her left, Elrindir on her right. She was amazed at their stealth; she had neither seen nor heard them until they stepped out of the trees into the moonlight. Miranja was surprised to see that they were clad in nothing but short fur capes to warm their shoulders, scant fur loincloths that only covered their most private areas, and hide boots to protect their feet. Their faces and bodies were painted to resemble leafy shadows. They carried nothing but their bows and quivers, and small packs at their waists. Anoriath also seemed to be carrying a canteen with a shoulder strap across his body. The brothers stood facing each other without speaking, and when Elrindir gave a barely discernable nod, she knew they had somehow communicated, but she had no idea what information was shared.

Mystified, she watched them silently depart in separate directions, not moving her head but shifting her eyes left and right. They disappeared completely back into the trees, and she was unsure whether to move. Had they moved on and continued their search elsewhere? Were they lying in wait in the shadows for her to reveal herself?

There was a slight crackling of leaves below her in the trees, and she held her breath tensely. A moment later, a solitary stag sauntered out into the clearing, unconcerned, lowering his head to taste the sweet mountain grass. Miranja quietly let out her breath. She waited until the stag had turned and gone back into the trees on the other side of the clearing, and when she heard the faint snapping of a twig a distance away in the direction it had gone, she listened once again for anything closer.

Several moments passed, and when she continued to see and hear nothing, she got to her feet and prepared to move further up the hillside and figure out where the brothers had gone.

Before she could turn, an arm encircled her waist from behind, and at the same moment, a hand covered her mouth tightly. Her body flushed icy-hot with momentary fear, but then Anoriath's voice came low and quiet in her ear. "That was hardly a hunt at all, little hind." She could hear the smugness in his voice. Elrindir had emerged from his hiding place and stood before her, smiling as smugly as Anoriath had spoken. Now that the moment of fear was behind her, she became aware of Anoriath's hot breath on her neck and shoulder, and his bare skin pressing against her back. These things alone were very arousing.

"You guys didn't even give me the opportunity to run," Miranja pouted when Anoriath removed his hand from her mouth. Even as she was complaining, she was recovering from the adrenaline rush, enjoying Anoriath's arm around her and the warmth of his body. She leaned back into him, and he brought his other arm up around her, his hand cupping, squeezing, massaging her breast through her fur bra.

"Sorry, but you just weren't clever enough," Elrindir said, stepping toward her. "You forgot to take the wind into account, first of all. We could smell the soap you used to bathe tonight, as well as the fresh sweat on your body."

"Second," Anoriath continued over her shoulder, his breath raising gooseflesh on her arms, "you forget I hunt in these woods. I've sat and lain on this very ledge countless times, either resting or waiting for prey. I know there are no flowers on this ledge."

Miranja sighed in defeat and with no small amount of embarrassment. She smiled sheepishly at Elrindir. "I guess I have a lot to learn about covering my tracks."

"If it helps," Elrindir began gently, moving still closer and reaching out to stroke her face, "most human hunters would surely have overlooked you, provided they didn't know about the flowers. Their sense of smell isn't as keen." Before she could argue any more, he leaned forward and kissed her. She gasped through her nostrils, sucking in her breath, kissing him back as her heartbeat quickened and the butterflies rose in her belly. Elrindir eased his arms around her from the front so that she was firmly sandwiched between the brothers. Miranja snaked her own arms around Elrindir's waist and pulled him closer, thrilling at the feel of his naked skin.

As Miranja and Elrindir continued to kiss more and more passionately, Anoriath squeezed her breasts and pressed his growing erection rhythmically against her firm yet supple backside. Elrindir's face paint was rubbing off on Miranja's face. Anoriath dropped kisses on her shoulders, nipping occasionally. The brothers' combined attentions had already stoked the budding flames in her belly to a roaring fire. Their caresses, the heat from their bodies, the smell of their sweat, and Elrindir's mead-flavored tongue made her weak in the knees. Mead…

"Where are you hiding that mead?" Miranja panted. "My mouth is getting dry."

Anoriath freed an arm, and a moment later he held a wineskin before her. Elrindir loosened his grip on her so that she could take the skin and drink. Almost immediately, she felt the warm flush through her body. Elrindir moved to take the flask and have another drink himself, but Miranja held it away from him, shaking her head with a taunting smile. She took another drink but didn't swallow it, gesturing for him to come closer as she leaned toward him. He understood and leaned toward her, mouth open, and when their mouths met she let the sweet, sticky liquor flow from her mouth into his. He swallowed it, then growled and sucked her tongue into his mouth as Anoriath took the wineskin back, took a swig himself, and screwed the top back on.

Behind her, Anoriath untied the laces that held her fur bra in place, pulled the garment from between Miranja and his brother, and let it drop to the ground. Once her breasts were freed, he moved around in front of her and nudged Elrindir aside. He placed a hand on her waist as he bent forward to catch her nipple between his teeth before sucking it in to his mouth. Elrindir followed suit on the other side, and Miranja moaned and put her hands on each man's head, running her fingers through Elrindir's hair and toying with Anoriath's ponytail. She twisted Anoriath's hair around her finger and grasped it in her fist, pulling him upright so that she could finally have a taste of him.

While Miranja was directing her attentions toward Anoriath, Elrindir felt around the waistline of her fur skirt, found the buckle, and unfastened it. It fell unceremoniously around her feet, and he found that she wore nothing beneath it. He wasted no time in helping himself to the delights he had uncovered, and yet Anoriath was right there with him, their hands vying for space in the hot juncture between her thighs.

In response, Miranja pushed their loincloths aside and grasped each man's member in her hands. She noted that while Elrindir was a bit shorter, he was bigger around, whereas Anoriath was longer and slenderer. Which one would she enjoy inside her first?

The men had straightened up and she kissed them in turn as she stroked them. For their part, they worked together between her legs with their inner hands and caressed the rest of her with their outer hands. The ache in her crotch was sweetly maddening.

"Lie down," Anoriath ordered her. "I've been dying to taste you since the day I first saw you."

Miranja picked up her wraparound fur skirt and spread it all the way out on the stone, then stretched out on it, keeping her knees up and her legs modestly together until Anoriath took his place at her feet and parted her thighs himself. Her belly was tight with lust and anticipation as he bent to his task, and she melted at the touch of his warm tongue on her secret flesh.

"Gods, Anoriath," she breathed, panting and tilting her hips up at him, "I haven't made love in months, and you're probably going to make me come in no time."

Anoriath looked up at her with a wicked smile. "I hope it'll be more than mere deprivation that makes you come quickly. I pride myself on my skills in bed as much as I pride myself on my hunting skills."

Miranja returned his wicked smile before he went back to work on her, then she reached for Elrindir. "Come here, love. Hold me and kiss me and keep me warm."

Elrindir sat on his knees next to her and leaned over her. He supported himself on the elbow nearest her head, kissing her languidly, sensuously, while caressing her bare skin with his other hand everywhere he could reach. He toyed gently with her nipples, causing them to stand at attention, and he briefly suckled each one in turn, circling them with his soft, warm tongue before returning to her mouth. He stroked her hair and face as he kissed her, and Miranja thrilled at his sweet, gentle attentions as his brother sucked skillfully on her clit and thrust his fingers into her with long, slow, gyrating strokes. She kept her eyes closed and focused on the sensations overcoming her body, thinking to herself with great satisfaction that here she was being pleasured by not one handsome Bosmer but two, and brothers at that. So very arousing…

The onset of her orgasm was like the building of a strong ocean wave. It began subtly and rose to a roar, washing over her body and drowning her in ecstasy in rolling layers. Elrindir didn't stop touching and kissing her as she spasmed, and she moaned her pleasure into his mouth as their tongues circled one another. Anoriath continued his sinful ministrations until she was twitching with hypersensitivity at the touch of his tongue, then he came up next to her on the side opposite Elrindir to take over Elrindir's work while Elrindir moved down to tenderly start once again the sweet task of bringing her to the pinnacle of physical pleasure. His loose hair brushed and tickled her inner thighs.

Anoriath was rougher and more forceful with his kissing and touching; he bit and scratched her, yet he seemed to know the limit without overstepping. Elrindir was mindful of her acute sensitivity and used the lightest of tongue strokes to stoke her glowing embers back into flames. Once again she climaxed with little effort, reaching down and stroking Elrindir's long hair as he carried her through to the end.

"I need – one of you – inside me – very soon," she murmured between Anoriath's passionate kisses. Anoriath was the first one to stop and drop his cape and loincloth, while Elrindir came back up to ply her with his tender kisses and feathery touches. Once Anoriath was nude, he took over while Elrindir got naked. Anoriath slid one hand down to caress and squeeze her bum as he kissed, nuzzled, and nipped at her lips, her ears, her neck, her shoulder. She clung to him and raked her nails down his back as she bit him where his neck and shoulder converged. He growled and bit her in the same place, then Elrindir was back, pulling his brother away from her.

"I'm the eldest – I should be first," Elrindir said authoritatively. "You got to taste her first."

"I can please you both at the same time," Miranja offered, and the men looked at each other and came to an unspoken understanding.

Miranja got up and bade Elrindir to take her place on the fur skirt, and as he lay back and got comfortable, she sat astride him, facing him. She bent down to kiss him and press her warm body against his. She rubbed her wet slit against his rigid shaft, and he reached down and held himself in position as she lowered herself slowly and tantalizingly onto him. He put his hands on her hips and angled his hips up to meet her, and they held themselves firmly conjoined for a few moments, luxuriating in the pleasure of this new intimacy.

As she and Elrindir began moving together, Miranja reached out to Anoriath, beckoning him closer so she could stroke and fondle him. She took the head of his cock into her mouth and rolled her tongue around it, and Anoriath groaned. She moved in again, took it a little further this time, and backed off. She continued that way until she was taking him all the way into her throat, and he held her head as he watched himself disappear into her full, rosy lips and reappear. She sucked gently and rhythmically, in time with the movement of her hips.

Elrindir also watched as Miranja pleasured his brother, and seeing Anoriath's rapturous expression, he was anxious to have Miranja give him the same treatment. He was certainly enjoying penetrating her, as she was contracting her inner muscles around him with every stroke, but it would be so much lewder to fuck her mouth…

"Brother, let's switch," Elrindir requested, and Anoriath deferred to his elder brother's wishes. He reluctantly pulled away as Miranja lifted herself off of Elrindir's member and backed down on her hands and knees until her face was over his middle. He was extra warm from being inside her core, and she set to work giving him the same treatment she'd just given his brother. Anoriath took up his position behind her, feasting his eyes for a moment on the sight of her pale, glowing buttocks under Masser's bright light. Then he pushed his long, slender tool into her as far as he could and began fucking her firmly, bottoming her out with every stroke.

A few moments later, Anoriath groaned loudly, quickened his strokes, then pushed in and held himself there as his seed issued forth within her. He pulled back quickly and pushed in hard once again, holding himself deep inside her, panting and groaning, repeating the motion until he was spent. Elrindir, spurred on by his brother's impassioned release, followed suit with sighs of ecstasy. Miranja continued gently and rhythmically sucking until he was spent, holding his seed in her mouth until she could pull the towel from her pack and discreetly spit it into the towel while she was cleaning herself up.

When she turned back to the brothers, they were arranging themselves to sit side-by-side on the fur, and Miranja went to them and dried them with her towel. Elrindir reached for his pack and withdrew some waxed clothes containing berries, nuts, and thin cheese wedges, while Anoriath grabbed his mead flask and opened it. Elrindir invited her to come sit on his lap, and when she did so, Anoriath pulled her legs across his own lap so that she was perpendicular to them.

They entertained themselves for a while by feeding each other between kisses and touches, passing the mead around until it was gone. Miranja stood and the brothers followed suit, then Miranja shook out her fur skirt and put it back on. The men put their loincloths back on, and Anoriath, who had taken off Miranja's fur bra in the first place, helped her tie it back on, kissing her neck and shoulders in the process.

"Gentlemen," Miranja said, pulling one man into each of her arms for a group hug, "it's been an immense pleasure sharing this time with you. Thank you so much for indulging me."

"We should be thanking you," Elrindir replied, reaching up to stroke her hair as he kissed her one more time.

"Indeed," Anoriath agreed. "We haven't had this much fun in too many years. Especially not with such a beautiful woman."

Miranja smiled, blushed, and turned her eyes to the ground, but Anoriath placed his fingers under her chin and lifted her face back up to look into her eyes. "I don't pay compliments lightly. You're like candy to my eyes." He, too, kissed her one more time, then he and Elrindir bid her farewell.

"Are you guys coming back to town, too?" Miranja asked.

"We might as well do some actual hunting while we're out here," Anoriath smiled. "It might be suspicious if we went home empty-handed."

Miranja ran her fingers over the wolf scratches on her forearm. "And I could say my hunt was cut short by the wolves who attacked me earlier, if anyone asked."

"We found them on the way up here," Elrindir confirmed. "We figured it was probably you who put them down."

"Aye," Miranja nodded. "Have to watch out and see if I end up with rockjoint. Thank the gods for their blessings and for disease curing potions. Good hunting," she told them, looking specifically at Anoriath, as that was his usual parting phrase.

"Oh, the hunting has already been good," Elrindir said with a naughty smile. "But we know what you mean. Here's hoping to see you again before you leave Whiterun again."

Miranja gave the men a two-finger salute off her brow, then turned and headed back to the city.