Chapter 8

*I do not own Skyrim, but I do own Juheena and Juheena owns Farkas*

*Warning* Rating goes up in this chapter. *

Don't worry, it's not that bad. Not yet anyway.

Farkas knew the peace wouldn't last. It never did for a Companion. That's why he leapt up and helped Juheena suit up in her black armor, then fetched her ebony sword for her. Irileth sorted through her bag, making sure she had all she needed. After she heard the story about Anja's Dragon Salve, as it had been named, she requested the girl make her a few bottles just in case. It turned out to be a wise idea.

"I want to come!" Anja exclaimed. Farkas laid his hand on her shoulder gently, and shook his head. "Sorry kid. It's too dangerous." Anja huffed, then stomped upstairs, intent on reading through all of Juheena's smutty novels. Not that she would belay that fact to the Khajit, she would only move them or hide them better. She couldn't have that, how else would she occupy herself in a way she shouldn't?

Juheena strode out the door, Irileth and Farkas in tow. They marched from Whiterun, intent on heading to Morthal before the whole city was a pile of ashes.

For hours they pursued the billowing smoke from the West. "I hope we aren't too late." Irileth lamented.

Juheena strode ahead, face stoic. She knew it had to be done. So why was she so horrified? Being Dragonborn, Juheena technically was a dragon. And ever since the dragon that attacked Whiterun had been killed, she still sensed its presence. She knew when she killed a dragon soul she trapped it within herself somewhere. The thought of having souls of great, honorable beasts trapped like caged dogs made her almost sorrowful. She dreamed of the dragon sometimes. She heard him speak to her. His spirit was broken, defeated.

Sighing, Juheena realized that it was her duty as the Dragonborn to save these people. The Monks on High Hrothgar made it clear that her destiny was to defeat Alduin, a fact backed by their leader, Paarthurnax, a dragon who formerly served Alduin. But the dragons were only bound to his power. It was not as if they were attacking innocents of their own free will. Juheena's heart only grew heavier as the town of Morthal came into view. The dragon circled overhead, waiting.

She drew her sword, and then heard her followers do the same. She stood for a minute gazing at the dragon she was about to destroy. It was a shame. His scales shone brightly in the sun as his graceful wings pumping against the air. His eyes shone a bright blue, something her feline eyesight picked up on instantly. She could see his eyes burning with intelligence and personality, similar to Paarthurnax. Juheena considered the wise, ancient dragon a close friend. Technically, they were brother and sister. Two Dovah. They debated together, discussed together, and if a blizzard shook High Hrothgar, he shielded her with his wings so they could continue their convorsations.

Every time she defeated a dragon, she knew it hurt him. Yet Paarthurnax understood her own feelings of being connected to the dragon. A dragon could never die. Even Delphine, leader of the Blades, had told her that. So when they are wrenched from their mortal bodies, their spirit has to go somewhere. Whether Sovrngarde until they would be resurrected, or in this case, being connected with the Dragonborn's own soul, they never truly went away.

Irileth's mouth dropped to the ground, when she heard Juheena whispering to herself. It was if she was talking to the dragon. If she was shocked then, she nearly had a fit when the dragon dropped not ten feet in front of her.

The dragon's bright eyes trained themselves on Juheena. The ground vibrated with his great heartbeat. Farkas watched in awe as Juheena walked up and gently placed a gloved hand on the dragon's snout.

"Drem Yol Lok, briinah Kaaz." Hail from the sky, my Khajit sister.

The dragon's voice boomed, causing the ground to shake. Juheena whispered, "Drem Yol Lok, brit Dovah."

"I have a message for you, mal dovah. Paarthurnax requests your presence Mohnaven, at the Throat of the World."

"Of course I will honor his wishes to visit him again. He is quite good company." Irileth and Farkas stood there, dumbstruck. Farkas being even more so than usual.

"Honor to you, briinah. May Akatoshguide your steps." And with that, the dragon shimmered for a moment, then disappeared.

Irileth was fuming. "What was that? Why did you not slay the beast, instead of having a little chat with it? Who is 'Paarthurnax'? I demand you tell me at once!" Farkas, instead of tossing out questions, approached Juheena, somewhat timidly, and took her hands in his. "What was that Kitty-Kat? That was…"

"I know Farkas. I know. I haven't been completely honest with you. You see...well I have a close friend. His name is, as you have heard, Paarthurnax. He's a dragon." She watched Farkas's eyes, fearing judgement. But there was none.

"Okay. I guess we gotta go see him then." Juheena felt like planting her lips on his and giving his the biggest kiss she could muster. Farkas always just went with the flow, accepting things as they came. Maybe she would be able to share her past with him. Just maybe. Irileth, however had other plans at the moment.

"We most certainly will not! Juheena, this is nonsense! We are not—"

"Please, Irileth. Please understand. He is on our side. This dragon is infinitely wise, and not bloodthirsty like Alduin. He will help us, at the very least as a favor to me." She cut off Irileth's rant, which didn't make the Dunmer happy, but she grunted in defeat.

"Fine. But I will be the one saving your skin from becoming a chew toy for a dragon if this goes awry." She then marched into Morthal, where Jarl Balgruuf had instructed her to stay for a few days to help survey the damage, and go about repairing it.

"Goodbye." She threw over her shoulder before she was out of earshot.

"Well. At least she's in a good mood today." Farkas noted.

"Come on Farkas. We have a long walk ahead of us."

xXOoOXx

When the sun started to fall a few hours later, Juheena and Farkas started to look for a place to make camp. But everywhere seemed to have wolves, flooding from the recent rain, or just about everything else to deter a camper. But luckily for the traveling Companions, there was a small inn called the Flying Witch's Tavern. Juheena grinned, the thought of a fresh green apple and some mead was too good to pass up. Hand in hand, Juheena and Farkas entered the tavern, which was larger than it looked. There was a second story balcony with rooms lining the far wall. There was also rooms available on the bottom floor, though it was much more noisy. There was a bard in the corner who couldn't hit a note if he threw a bear at it, and the tavern wench was propositioning everyone in sight. Juheena clung to her werewolf, eyeing the offensive woman, a threat visible in her eyes.

The bartender looked up with a friendly smile and offered them a drink, which Farkas gladly ordered.

"We would also like a room please. Preferably one in a quieter area.." Juheena hinted.

"Of course. Our upstairs rooms are considerably more peaceful, we don't allow the bard to bother our poor sleeping patrons…" Juheena smiled and gladly handed him 15 septims, a little extra for the quieter room. He accepted the tip and thanked her, then offered her a shiny green apple that she had been eyeing.

"Here. On the house." Juheena excepted it gladly with a thank you, and bit into it noisily. She followed Farkas up to their room, which turned out to be down a previously hidden wall. It was much darker.

"Oh! The tavern is built into the side of this mountain. No wonder it seemed so small on the outside."

Farkas remained silent as they entered the room and shut the door. He watched her intently as she stripped off her armor and stood there, rifling through her bag for a dress. Her tail swung slightly with the movement of her body, as did her breasts move in an enticing way. Farkas swallowed and looked away, pretending to search for something himself. As it turned out, he had to put his bag in his lap anyway to hide a growing erection.

His eyes trained on her stomach, dusted gently with soft fur, and moved up to her breasts, hidden by a cloth bra. It was chilly in the room, so her nipples were outlined through the thin fabric. Farkas was both relieved and dearly disappointed when she slid a blue silk dress over her body, covering his view.

He got up and picked out a silver circlet and gently placed it on her head. She loved jewelry of all kinds, and Farkas frequently came back to her with rings and necklaces, and her favorite, circlets. She grabbed his hands, swinging them back and forth. Then the tavern wench knocked on the door.

"I've brought your mead." She was a Breton. Great. Every Breton woman she had come in contact with had absolutely no restraint in playing with claimed men. Her tail fuzzed up in annoyance, earning her an odd look from Farkas. In his defense, it did look funny.

He opened the door, and there she stood, cleavage bared, stopping only a hair's width shy of showing off the entire package. Her dress had a slit up the side that could show her bellybutton, and her smooth, sculpted rear end was visible.

Juheena shoved past her man, and grabbed the drinks. "Here's your tip: stop being a whore and get a real job, instead of preying on men who have been spoken for." She put emphasis on the last two words, before violently slamming the door.

Farkas looked at her in bewilderment, before saying, "You think that I would….?"

He looked absolutely wounded. "Oh, Farkas. I'm sorry. I am so tired of seeing women doing that by choice, after…" She trailed off. Well, she had spilled the proverbial can of beans.

"Tell me, love." Farkas prodded gently.

She sighed, readying herself. "I haven't talked about this in years. My parents were Skooma dealers. Not just ones who sold the occasional shipment, or acquired a few bottles as a favor. They had a big time Skooma ring back in Elsweyr. Only one day, dearest daddy didn't get a shipment. Pirates had looted everything he had ordered, and some clients weren't happy that they didn't get their goods. So they mobbed him, and killed half of his workers, including his caravan. He lost everything." She paused, thinking.

"So we got pretty poor. I don't remember much, I was a kitten. Mom wasn't really too happy about losing her Skooma, as she was an addict. She blamed my father. They couldn't buy more, because we were completely broke. So their only solution was to sell me. Their daughter." She chuckled darkly. "Can you imagine? Selling your daughter?"

Farkas was quiet, lost in his thoughts, trying to sort this out. They had sold her. His precious Juheena. They sold her.

He wrapped his arms around her, running his fingers through her hair, and warming her chilled body."I'm sorry Juheena."

"Well Farkas, I'm not done." Her stomach clenched. Was she really about to tell him? Was she ready for him to know about the Brotherhood?

"What is it?" He looked in her eyes. That made her realize that no, she was not ready to tell him. If this made her weak, she would accept it. She couldn't stand driving him off, her beloved Farkas.

"Um..well.." She decided with something safe. She wouldn't lie. "I was raised by a werewolf. He found me, and became my adoptive father. That was why I accepted you so easily. I was used to it." She offered him a smile. She wouldn't mention Arnbjorn's name, as he used to be a companion. Farkas might recognize him and where he went, and link that with Juheena.

Farkas smiled. "I knew there was something." But then he stopped, and something came over his eyes. It was…revelation, an event that Farkas didn't experience too often. Apparently he had put two and two together about something. She was nervous as to what it was.

"You said that your parents sold you…. They sold you to a place like where we rescued Anja from, didn't they?" She nodded, casting her eyes down. So now he knew, she was a sex slave. Used parts.

To her surprise, Farkas picked her up and lay her gently on the bed. He looked into her eyes, and she saw no disgust, no judgment. Just her Farkas, accepting as always. Her heart swelled with love, and he kissed her gently as he placed himself beside her, pulling her on top of him.

Looking down, Juheena beamed at Farkas, his stubbly face radiating adoration, and she started pulling at the strings on his tunic. She lifted it over his head, and ran her hands down his chest, brushing over his nipples gently, causing him to shudder.

She whispered to him, "I love you Farkas."

"I love you too." She leaned down and licked and suckled at his nipples, teasing and tugging, then started moving down. Keeping her eyes on his, she reached into his tunic, and pulled out his hard member, gazing at it admirably.

"It's bigger than I remember." She teased, before taking him in her mouth, taking care not to catch him on her teeth. An inhuman growl rumbled from his chest, and he threw his head back, shaking with pleasure.

"I've thought about this so much.." He panted, as she ran her tongue over his tip. He fought to gain control of the wolf in his head, forcing it to remain dormant. The last thing he wanted was for it to take over, for him to take Juheena with force and hurting her. He never wanted to cause her any harm.

Stilling her movements before he spent himself so quickly, he took her soft chin in his hands. Guiding her back up his chest, he rewarded her when she reached the top with a slow, leisurely, yet at the same time forceful kiss. She returned it with enthusiasm, her tongue dancing with his, fighting for dominance.

His hands cupped her rear, then moved up her belly to her breasts, and squeezed through her dress with his strong hands. He was given his own reward, when she moaned in his mouth, granting him the power to win the fight over tongues.

"Oh Farkas…Farkas…" she mewled as he reached under her dress, and placed his fingers on the moist patch on her panties. Rubbing it slowly, he reached up and pulled away the offensive garment, throwing it off the bed. Rubbing her special spot over and over again, he coaxed sounds from her that nearly made him come instantly, hands free.

Then, his mind started clouding. He flipped her over, climbing on top of her, and pulled her dress over her head. He fought for a few seconds to unhook her bra, then it shared the airborne fate of her other undergarment.

Juheena noticed the gentleness left his touch, and was replaced with a hunger. A predatory hunger. She became frightened. She loved Farkas, truly. She wanted nothing more than to share her body with him. But he was scaring her. It was like he wasn't in control. She wanted to make love with her Farkas, not be forcefully taken by his unrestrained wolf spirit. Visions of being dragged into a dark room and being taken advantage of in a whore house flooded her mind.

"Farkas! Farkas please!" She grabbed his face with both hands and forced him to look In her frantic eyes. In a few seconds he slowed to a stop, his eyes focusing again. He blinked, and then started apologizing.

"Juheena, love, I'm sorry… I lost control, I never meant to hurt you… Please, please understand…" He was stroking her fur gently, while mumbling in a hushed tone his apologies. He was ashamed.

"Farkas…." She started to reassure him, her heart breaking at her poor Farkas's attempts at fixing what he had done. He was planting kisses everywhere, stroking and explaining, in a desperate state of worry.

She petted his hair, offering him a small smile, and kissed his lips. "I love you." He kissed her nose, making her whiskers twitch at the tickling sensation. "And I love you, Kitty Cat."

"I want to try again." She said, running her fingers down his neck. He stopped her, shaking his head. "I'm sorry…I can't hurt you."

He got up, dressing himself as Juheena watched sadly from the bed. He leaned down and kissed her again, before leaving the room.

She lay there for a long while, mulling over how to get him to make love to her again, before slowly falling into a fitful sleep.

xXOoOXx

Farkas sat at a barstool, finishing off pint after pint of ale. Despite his best attempts, he lost control. Damn. Now he was wishing for her soft touch, her voice in his ear, begging for him to pleasure her more… All traces of the wolf gone. He sighed. Maybe he would have to feed first next time, and quell the wolf's hunger. Then he could stay coherent through hours of passionate lovemaking with his beloved Juheena.

He looked up when he saw a flash of red, just like in Whiterun. Only this time when he looked up, his eyes met with those of a Jester.

"Have you seen the Listener, sir? Have you? Have you? She's a kitty, about this tall," he said, raising his hand to Juheena's height, "and she has stripes and whiskers and a tail and scary teeth and" There was no pause in his list of the 'Listener's' features, and Farkas found himself quickly becoming lost.

"Are you looking for Juheena? My Juheena?" Farkas finally answered.

"Yes! Yes! You DO know the Listener! Oh happy day! Cicero has seen you everywhere he has searched for her, and Cicero knew you must know her! The Night Mother will be so pleased with him!"

"Who's Cicero?" Farkas dared to ask.

"ME!"

"I should have known..." He mumbled to himself in response. "Who's the Night Mother?"

"Cicero is appalled! You must know about the Night Mother! She is the herald of the Dark Brotherhood! The Harbinger of the Contracts for Assassins! The Courier of Death in honor of Sithis!" He kept going, but Farkas shut him out long ago. He knew about the Dark Brotherhood. This man was obviously a lunatic. He said that Juheena was a 'Listener', whatever that was, for the Dark Brotherhood. It couldn't be. It just couldn't.

He refused to believe it.

*Author's note*

Uh oh! Cicero just ratted out Juheena, that loony little man. Stay tuned for the next chapter! There is a BIG twist in the future! ;D

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