Chapter 12:

Okay people, this is the fun chapter! This is the chapter that ups the rating. After this the story is almost done maybe 2 or 3 more chapters to go.

The next week flew by in a blur. Loranna and I grew even closer over that time. We were together almost every second we could spare. We were each other's shield-siblings on jobs, we even trained together. But I am almost positive that she holds some jealousy towards Ria, she "secretly" glares at her when I train Ria. She has even questioned what I do, and how long I've known her, but each time she's had an odd gleam in her eyes. Ugh, I'll never be able to understand female emotions!

I have been saving up the gold to buy Loranna the necklace that she was eying up so much; I almost have the required amount. I hope it is still available when I get the necessary funds. I believe that Loranna will be pleased to have it.

I have a job to do today. I am supposed to clear out an old ruin, it is supposed to be filled with bandits and all sorts of trouble makers. Loranna has her own job today so I'll be heading out by myself, just like the old days. I had my sword sharpened and I polished my armor so I shouldn't encounter any troubles with them.

After I completed I arrived back at Jorrvaskr to accept my pay. The damn bandits got in a few hits and I had an arrow lodged in my arm for part of the fight but, I managed to remove it and a good healing potion healed the rest of the wounds. Them bandits had some damn fine stuff too; there were a few ebony weapons and armor, animal furs, and some rare books. I took a few of the books. I felt a little guilty taking them, because I know that the original owners are dead – bandits have no honor, stealing from the dead.

I was helping myself to a drink a few hours later when Loranna came back, she was drenched in gore and she smelled... really bad. She sprinted up to me and I had to really concentrate on not gagging.

"Hey Vilkas. I see you've beaten me back here." She smiled at me.

"Yeah. I had to fight bandits, a really simple task." I couldn't hold my breath anymore and was forced to breath in the stench. "What did you have to deal with? You smell like, well, shit."

"Draugrs, and lots of them. Simple creatures, but really tough in large numbers. And damn if they don't stink." She sniffed her underarm, "Yup, I need a bath." She smiled and ran off, probably to take a bath.

I went and did my day-to-day things for the rest of the day. But that evening I settled down to read one of my new books when Torvar peeked his head in.

"Vilkas, there is a fest tonight. Are you going?"He asked.

"I might as well, since I won't be able to sleep through the racket you whelps make." I grumbled. He shrugged and sauntered off.

I sighed and put the book down. I changed into a simple tunic and trousers, because I was tired of my armor. After I changed I headed up to the main floor. It appears that the feast was already started, as everyone was happily munching and chatting. A few were already drunk: Torvar and Athis were the drunks.

I took a seat at the end of the table away from everyone else and started tearing into a nice looking piece of venison. I had some bread, a sweetroll and a baked potato as well. Loranna was standing near the doors drinking and attempting to talk to Njada. It appears that wasn't going so well, as Njada's voice level started rising with each statement Loranna made. Njada eventually shouted angrily at Loranna and stomped away.

At some point during the feast Loranna and I started a drinking contest. We collected as much mead and ale as we could find and started chugging bottles. I was pretty unstable at three bottles of Honningbrew Mead. She was losing the contest by a lot. It eventually ended with me drinking six bottles and she drank only four. I was so drunk I could hardly see and she was running to the latrines to hurl her guts up. I followed her to make sure she was alright.

She was leaning her back against the wall of the hallway, outside of the washroom. I walked up to her.

"A-are you gonna be okay... L-orna...Loranna?" I slurred out. She nodded yes and gagged.

It took a while for her stomach to settle and we headed down to my room to get away from the increasingly louder revelers on the main floor. Once there my mouth was assaulted by the soft lips of the Breton. I was instantly sobered by this surprise and tried to pry her off of me, but she only kissed me harder.

"Vilkas, stop fighting. I want you, Vilkas." She moaned out in my ear and I could feel a warm knot forming in my gut. I gave up and surrendered myself to her passionate kisses.

She nipped my lips, danced her tongue with mine, suckled on my neck and breathed sweet nothings in my ears. She started undoing the buttons of my tunic and slipped a nimble hand inside to stroke my flesh. She kneaded my chest hairs and tweaked my nipples, causing me to gasp and writhe in her grasp.

I was hopelessly aroused, my cock was swelling and rising with every touch, with every whispered word, until it could no more. Her movements were not slowed or wobbly, so I assume that she sobered as well, but is now drunk with lust. I gasped and groaned with almost every touch, and my cock was throbbing against my trousers. She slipped a soft hand down the front of my trousers and palmed my covered erection. I desperately pawed at her clothing, taking them off as quick as I could.

She smirked and pulled down my pants, followed by my loincloth. She looked appreciatively at my erection and slowly stroked it, base to tip, swirling a finger around the head. My hips bucked instinctively into her hand and she smiled at me. She got back up and pulled me in for another passionate kiss.

I started to gently maneuver us towards the wall and pushed her gently against it. She instantly wrapped her legs around my hips and I nudged my tip into her wet heat. She rolled her head back and moaned throatily. I carefully pushed my way in, inch-by-inch, until I was seated fully into her tight sheathe. With a grunt I began rocking my hips back and forth, settling into a rhythm, rocking her into the wall. She gasped and moaned, bucked and rolled her head around. It didn't take long for her to adjust to our tempo soon she was rocking her hips with mine.

"Ah...V-Vilkas... Ah... more... don't... stop..."

Eventually passion took over my body and I started driving into her frantically, fast and hard, with no rhythm. She screamed loudly as her pleasure spot in her was hit repeatedly, and she came within a few more thrusts. Her insides squeezed and convulsed around my cock, drawing me to my grand finale. I came with a loud shout of her name and shot my seed deep into her.

I pulled out of her when the passion calmed, and we were ourselves again.

"Vilkas, that was simply amazing." She said sleepily. I carefully carried her to my small bed and climbed in next to her.

"I love you, dear." I said and kissed the top of her head. I fell asleep shortly.

Sorry for taking so long. I have been battling depression and haven't had the will to do much of anything. All of my stories are basically on hold. (See my profile for more info) But if I start taking too long, feel free to send me messages to get my ass moving. I am new to writing the sex scenes, so I hope it was satisfactory.