Chapter 12

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

*The rating goes up in this chapter! Yay smut!*

Slowly, the door opened. The group stood there, watching it swing wider, inch by inch. It revealed a cave. Juheena was the first to step in, followed by Anja. Farkas and Irileth shared a glance, then entered the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary. Closing the door behind her, Irileth held bunny Cicero a little closer. She would never admit she was frightened. But she was.

The cave led to a small room with a map on the table, daggers piercing various locations across Skyrim. Off to the side was a bedroom, and bookshelves lined the opposite side. Anja started poking around, while the rest rooted to the spot. Juheena was nervous. She didn't want to run into Astrid first, and was thankful that she wasn't in her usual haunt, gazing over the map.

She started walking towards the archway, partially hidden by vines and hanging moss. She entered the waterfall room, where everyone could usually be found. She discovered it to be empty. How odd…

She padded over to Arnbjorn's forge where he would spend hours laboring over the fire fashioning weapons for his brothers and sisters. And daughter, she added to herself.

"Juheena! Oh my dear, how I have missed you so!" Babette exclaimed, making her way over the stone arch that led over the waterfall towards Juheena.

"Babs!" She hugged the little vampire.

"Who are your friends? It is not often that we receive… um… visitors to our lovely abode!" Babette inquired, gazing over the group that mulled about, gawking at the beauty of the Sanctuary. Never had any of them imagined that such a dark bunch would live in such an awe-inspiring setting.

The large waterfall emptied into a small pond in the middle of the cavernous room. Nightshade flourished and even some mountain flowers dotted here and there, though most of the ground surrounding the pond was soft grass. Light filtered in through a large stained glass window on the ceiling, and there was a matching portrait in an alcove above the waterfall. It depicted a setting with both Sithis, and a woman who the group guessed to be the Night Mother.

Upon hearing Babette, Cicero hopped out of Irileth's cloak, and returned to his regular self, jester hat adorning his head.

"Oh Babette! Cicero's favorite little vampire! Would you fancy a carrot?" The jester exclaimed.

"How dismal. I had believed that we had lost the jester for good. I suppose dreams do not always come true.." Babette mused.

"Babs, this is Farkas. He is my lover." Juheena took the werewolf's hands in hers, and led him over to where Babette waited to meet him.

"Oh my! He is absolutely delicious!" The girl exclaimed, eyeing Farkas from head to toe.

Slightly unnerved, Farkas stepped faintly behind Juheena. He didn't feel like being fondled by a young vampire and then eaten. Visions of a Black Widow devouring her spouse threatened him, and he squeezed Juheena's hand. Squeezing back encouragingly, Juheena then introduced Anja.

"I'm Anja. If you ever need help killing someone, I'm the girl to come to!"

"Oh perfect! Two seemingly young and innocent girls, ready to rip some unfortunate soul's head right from their shoulders! How very enticing…" At least Juheena didn't have to worry about the two young girls getting along.

"And this is…"

"Irileth!" A voice sounded from the alcove above the waterfall. The group turned to see Festus Krex headed towards them.

"It has been a long time, old friend." Irileth shook the hand of the elderly assassin, nodding her head.

"Indeed it has."

"Where is everyone?" Juheena asked the two of them.

"Oh, hello there young Juheena. Your father is out putting the finishing touches on a contract, and Astrid is out speaking with Delvin Mallory. Everyone else is in the dining hall."

Juheena took Farkas and led him excitedly down the stairs, passing various bedrooms. He leaned down and kissed her nose, then offered her a smile.

"I love you kitty cat." He chuckled.

"I believe you are going to fit in here quite well, love." The made their way into the dining hall where Gabriella, Nazir, Veezara and Cicero sat, arguing. Apparently Nazir wasn't too thrilled at the jester's return.

Nazir turned to face them, and a grin broke out on his face. "Well if it isn't our very own kitten, Juheena. Come here my dear!" Juheena embraced Nazir, and then said, 'Hello my friend. Long time no see."

"I was told that you would return to me with a fresh supply of knitting needles from Solitude. Have you made good on your promise, sister?" Gabriella asked.

"Uh.. sorry Gabby. Never made it to Solitude." She admitted sheepishly, subtly nodding at Farkas. The dark elf caught the hint.

"Is this the charming, rugged, handsome Farkas that Babette has told me so much about?" Gabby asked slyly.

"What do you mean? She just met Farkas…" Then she realized that her little vampire friend had been spying on her, probably through the use of a crystal ball. "That little!"

"Arcane genius? Maestro of the divination?" Babette suggested.

"I was going to say something else, but I suppose if that is how you see it." They all shared a laugh, and then Veezara suggested that they sit down and eat dinner.

Over the table full of breads, grilled vegetables, meat pies and desserts, Irileth had been speaking with Nazir, fascinated with what he was telling her about the curved swords and fighting techniques of the Redguards. Anja had been gazing admirably at a sweetroll covered in extra frosting when Babette started discussing the advantages of being young and adorable to an assassin, and Juheena and Farkas held hands under the table as she caught up with her assassin family.

Farkas discovered that Juheena was right when she said that the Brotherhood were not so different than the Companions themselves. They were a family who worked together for a main purpose. This purpose just so happened to be murdering people.

When they had finished, Juheena and Nazir cleaned up while Irileth spoke to Festus and Farkas stared off into nothing.

"Anja, dear, would you like to meet my precious spider, Lis?" Babette asked.

"You have a pet spider? Neat! Farkas is terrified of spiders!"

They laughed gleefully and Babette added, "So is Juheena. A match made in Sovrngarde!" Farkas overheard, and wasn't too pleased about being made fun of by two children. Thankfully, the rest of them seemed to share his dislike of the eight-legged demons.

"I cannot wait for that…thing of her's to die." Nazir commented, making a face. Juheena shuddered exaggeratedly, while Gabby exclaimed, "She will just go off and get another one! There are dungeons full of the horrible things!"

Babette decided that In honor of Juheena's return, and for their new friends, they would celebrate. Nazir moaned and groaned, claiming he hated merriment and mirth. But Babette didn't care. They gathered around the table and shared a toast, none of them with the same drink. A few chose ale, some chose wine, some water, and some fruit juice. Juheena herself chose apple.

"To Juheena, to The Brotherhood, and to new Allies! Hail Sithis!" They toasted. As they drank, Arnbjorn limped in, holding his side.

"Juheena?" He called. Everyone turned around. He was bleeding from a wound on his side that was hidden behind his hand. His leather armor covering his legs was frayed at the bottom, with a nasty gash all around his ankle. It was if he was caught in a bear trap.

"Papa!" Juheena ran up, and Farkas took his arm around his shoulders to help support his love's father. "Anja, Babs, come help." She called, setting the injured werewolf in a chair.

"Hey Little Kitten, I've missed ya." He smiled, biting back pain as Anja and Babs tended to his ankle. He touched her hair.

"What happened, Papa?" Juheena fussed over the wound in his side. It was a puncture wound, like he had been poked and prodded.

"The Silver Hand happened. They found me, and strung me up like a damned flank of beef. I stepped in a bear trap as I made my escape."

"Did you manage to rip any of their throats out?" Nazir asked.

Arnbjorn chuckled. "Quite a few. It was satisfying as hell." He then gazed at the man who stood by his daughter. Juheena noticed this and introduced them.

"Papa, this is Farkas. He is my second favorite werewolf." She winked at Farkas, who chuckled and shook his head. Arnbjorn assessed him, eyeing him over carefully.

"You are Moonborn. Do I know you? Your name sounds familiar…"

"Me and my twin brother Vilkas are companions. We were young when you left."

"Ah." He offered Farkas his hand and shook it. "Take care of my little kitten. I'll tear you apart and string you up by your tendons and ligaments if you don't."

"You would have to wait in line." Festus added.

Juheena slinked her arm around Farkas's waist and leaned into him. Arnbjorn smiled. He was proud of his little pork chop finding another Moonborn to look after her. He could tell this one was a few sweet rolls short of a bakery, but he had a noble heart. And strong muscles to slaughter any who oppose her. Not that she needed protection; he knew she could handle herself as much, if not more, than the rest of her brothers and sisters.

Anja wrapped the werewolf's ankle after she had carefully washed and disinfected it. She also dabbed a bit of healing potion over the wound to speed up the restoration.

"Come on Arnbjorn, let's fix up that nasty hole in your side, shall we?" Nazir helped him up and headed with him towards the little infirmary they had set up next to Babette's alchemy room. The girls followed at his request. Soon the group dispersed, Veezara to go practice his sword arm on an unsuspecting dummy, Irileth and Gabriella went to sharpen their blades, and Festus to meditate over a new spell he had been concocting.

"Farkas, love." She made a come-hither movement with her finger, and she went through the doorway. Farkas followed loyally, and she led them to the waterfall room. She gazed at him through the corner of her eyes as she led him to the waterfall. She walked through it, much to Farkas's confusion. She once again made a come-hither movement after sticking her head out of the water when he didn't follow. Once behind the steady stream of water, there was a doorway. She opened it with a key, and led him in.

In the room she lit a candle. There was a bed in the corner across from a roaring hearth, obviously enchanted to burn endlessly due to the water-cooled stone. Bookshelves lined with all sorts of colored and sized books lined almost all of available wall space. It was a lovely room. Potted plants hung from the ceiling, and a rug covered the floor, protecting bare feet from freezing stone.

Walking up to Farkas and putting her arms around him, Juheena smiled seductively. "Nobody can hear us… we can make as much noise as we want, my naughty, naughty werewolf." Farkas growled and grabbed her rear end, picking her up.

He pressed her up against the smooth side of one of the bookshelves, planting kisses on her neck and chest. Cooing gently, she pulled her dress down revealing her supple, round breasts.

"You weren't wearing a bra…. My, my, you cheeky little minx." He tutted teasingly. His gravelly voice resonated against her throat, making her moan. His fingers traced her nipples slowly and gently before cupping them and kneading them appreciatively. Her breath was hot on his skin as she worked him out of his leather armor. He put her down and let her undress him slowly. As she pulled off piece after piece, she could see his arousal growing. Finally he stood there in his undergarments. She pulled those off, and he was naked before her.

His aching manhood throbbed at the sight of her, and his mind started to fog. No…please no…he lamented. Juheena saw him battling himself, and she rubbed her hands down his chest, looking hard in his eyes. They focused on hers, and his mind cleared. He was going to win this fight. He smiled, grabbed the bottom of her dress, and pulled it over her head. He got down on his knees and pulled off her cotton panties with his teeth, causing her to giggle.

Hooking her leg around his neck to give him access, she leaned into his warm tongue as he explored her. Slowly, almost painfully so, he pleasured her. Lapping at her wetness, caressing the little nub with his tongue, he coaxed blissful sounds from her. He wished for nothing more than her pleasure, much more than his own.

He sped up his movements as her hands dug into his hair, had hands pulling him closer to her as she became close to her release. And it was quite a release. Juheena cried out, becoming incoherent as heat spread throughout her body, radiating from her sensitive nub. As the waves subsided, she looked down at her Farkas.

He smiled at her, enjoying his view of her womanhood. As he raised himself up, his erection bumping against her belly, causing him to cry out. She grabbed his chin and lifted him up, before hopping over to the warm bed, making sure her breasts bounced adequately.

He followed her, and pounced on top of her, pinning her hands down with his. Looking down in her eyes, he realized that he would love his precious Juheena for eternity. Where she would go after death, he would go. No God, Goddess, Daedric Prince or Mistress could keep them apart.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too." Juheena replied, and then, "Now take me; make me yours!"

He dipped his head down and licked at her nipples, taught still from both the cold and arousal. He released one of her hands to pull her legs apart, then placed himself between them. His warm body covered hers, and his manhood ached between them. She reached down and grasped him, squeezing him not-so-gently, and drew out a pleasured growl.

She guided him to her hot core, and he pushed in slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight warmth enclosing on him. Once he was fully sheathed inside her, he began to thrust against her. Their hips met time after time, crushing against each other. Her hands clawed down his back, grasping and panting.

Neither of them were quiet in their pleasure. They both moaned, growled, cooed and mewled at each other, fueling their need and desire. Juheena bucked against him when she felt her second release coming. Working with him, she fell over the edge once again. Farkas forced his eyes open through the pleasure, intent on seeing her ecstasy. The little patches of hair on her brow bones drew together, and her ears were flat against her head as she vocalized her pleasure.

That was it. He came forcefully inside her, grabbing the sheets and knotting them with a great force. He grunted trying to keep a scream in his throat. Juheena ran her hands through his hair until he was finally coherent enough to focus on her. They smiled at each other, still dazed from their passionate lovemaking.

"I'm yours Farkas. Forever." She gazed lovingly at him.

"No kitty cat, you got it backwards. I'm yours." He kissed her gently, then covered the both of them up with a thick blanket.

Juheena caressed the black hairs on his chest until they both fell asleep in each other's embrace.

*Author's note:

So the sexy deed is done, finally! And Juheena finally got to meet up with her family again. I think Arnbjorn makes a cute daddy, don't you think?

Thank you to all of my loverly readers! You are all amazing. If I could be like Opera and buy you all a car, I would. But I am but a student, living off of ramen noodles and peanut butter straight from the jar.

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