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Chapter 5

After their run with Sidding, Nihren and Farkas decided to stay in Whiterun for a while. It was the beginning of the spring and all over the hold there was work to be done. The need for help was such, that the farmers had gone to the Jarl for help, and so, he had hired the Companions. The work wasn't hard, and most of them only needed strong arms to be done.

There were crops to be taken, roofs to be fixed and during winter, the river had flow, and now they had to dig protections around it to prevent a flood during the rains. And so the Companions were divided in two groups, where some went to help with the heavy work of the fields and the other went to help with the city.

The sun was high in the sky, and Farkas, Vilkas and Torvar where plowing the field of one of the farms. they had been working since the first light, and Sweat was running down their backs while jokes where being exchanged. Sighing, Farkas straighten his back and removed his shirt, feeling the breeze in his naked chest.

As soon his shirt was off Torvar snorted and said "So Farkas, were you attacked by a saber cat last night? That would explain all the noise we were hearing..." Farkas looked at him with a confused look, and Vilkas chuckled while indicating his back. He tried to see over his thick shoulders, but he couldn't see anything. Moving a hand over his back, he remembered what those two were talking about.

Nihren's nails marks. The ones she had unconsciously made on his back in the heights of pleasure.

The other two males didn't wait for Farkas answer, after all it was clear who had done that, and started laughing of Farkas face. It wasn't a shame for him, but it did make him feel kind of conscious of their last night actions. Before he could answer, Vilkas said, motioning with his head to the city gates, " Oh, talking about the devil!"

Farkas turned. Nihren was walking down the path from the city in one of her old dresses and carrying a basket in one hand. Even from that distance Farkas could see she was still limping lightly because of the arrow's wound on her thigh. But with Vilkas' snort, he was sure other people would think it was thanks to something else, or better, someone else. with that Farkas felt a heat rising to his face.

Nihren was clearly heading their way, so Farkas decided to meet her in the middle of the way. Moving with large steps he stopped in front of her with a smile.

" Oh, hello. Are you that eager for lunch?" She asked with a smile.

Farkas wasn't going to tell her that the others had been teasing him because of her, so he simply made a affirmative noise and picked the basket and went over the shadow of a tree to eat. They both sat down, and Farkas went through the contents of the basket.

He started to eat his lunch, which consisted of bread with cheese and some venison meat, while Nihren sewed one of the many clothes that had to be fixed from the others Companions.

After he was finished, he looked over to the field. The work in that part was almost over, and the others were moving toward a group of women who obviously had their share of lunch. So, he decided he could relax a little bit more. He started cleaning the ground of rocks so he could lay down when Nihren called him, while motioning to her empty lap.

He looked at her, confirming if he could, before laying down on his side,his head in her lap and facing the fields. She let her hands lay on his head, playing with his hair and scrachting his scalp, and he quickly fell asleep.

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Not much time latter, Farkas woke up with Nihren calling him. The others were starting to go back to their work, and so had him.

He knew he had to get up, but instead all he did was turn around and bury his face in her body. She was soft, warm, and smelled of home. Farkas only wish was to remain where he was for the rest of the day. Nihren chuckled, and pushed him away. " Hey stop it sleepy head! Didn't you said that you wanted to help in the field?"

He had indeed. It was easy work, and they were needing some more money to buy the Brezeehome. Groaning, he sat up. Moving his hand to his hair he found it tied back.

"I- I thought it was bothering you while you worked, and tied it. I hope you don't mind" Nihren said in a shy voice. Farkas never understood those moments of shyness of hers. They had done many things already that should have ended her insecurity toward him. But still, she would always look at him with doubtful eyes and wait for his answer, as if expecting him to be mad at her.

He gave her a small smile " It's fine, and you were right. I was even thinking about cutting it-"

"No!"

He looked at her startled, and she blushed a deep red before looking away. " I...well... It's just... Well... I like it like that..."

Farkas felt his own cheeks burning and a swell of pride for his mate words. Moving toward her, he wrapped his arms around her and gave a light nip at her throat. He felt a shiver go through her body and smirked before pulling away. Then, and gave her a light kiss on the lips and said while getting up.

" Well, I better get going"

Nihren's mouth moved, but all that came out was " uhm", her cheeks still burning. Laughing, Farkas went back to work.

Nihren remained where she was. She had a very important mission planned for today, and now was time to full fill it. Sitting more comfortably, she prepared herself for her observation mission.

No one in Tamriel could deny her attraction to her husband's body. Farkas was very well build, and seeing him work was one of her greatest past times. All those muscles working, the grunts, and the sweat was all very stimulating.

Farkas was standing near Vilkas and Torvar, who seemed to be teasing him, and she chuckled at Farkas embarrassed face. When he stood close to the others, all of them without their shirts, it was clear how much bigger Farkas was.

Then, they went back to their works and Nihren picked up the shirt she had to sew. Vilkas was very well build too, and she had to admit he was kind of attractive, but when he stood near Farkas all she could think of him was... Cute. Like a puppy, or something. She hold back a laugh at that. Vilkas would kill her if he knew that was what she thought of him.

She kept watching Farkas for a while. The way his back muscles moved, his strong arms, the sweat that started to appear over his skin. She could imagine one small drop of sweat rolling down his naked chest, crossing his toned abs, disappearing in the trail of hair that lead the way to his manly parts. Nihren shivered, all that was enough to make her feel hot and bothered.

Then, one of the men coordinating their work went over Farkas, and after a few word they went to where the river barrier was being build. Apparently, they were needing a strong pair of arms to move one of the rocks over.

Soon, he started to pull rocks to where the barricade would be, and that made Nihren even happier. The job was harder, and the rocks where extremely heavy, but by the Divines, he looked even more handsome. With the added strength needed, his muscles were bulging, and she could imagine him grunting with the effort. She had to look away a little in order to prevent herself from attacking him.

Hearing giggles, Nihren turned toward where others women had camped to watch the show. Some of the lasses were huddled whispering about the men while others were simply finishing their jobs while enjoying the view. She moved closer to a group of others married women, mingling with them , and continued her sewing work while listening to the recent gossips and the lasses opinions of the men at work.

She couldn't help but feel proud when they commented, in low voices, how strong Farkas was, some of them admitting to be jealousy of Nihren, not noticing her presence. She smiled, and went back to her work while thinking of how that lass was right to be jealous.

By the end of the day, the companions returned to Jovaskr. They were dirt, smelly and tired, but Farkas was happy. It had been some time since some work had left him that tired. His legs felt heavy and his arms refused to move properly.

When they arrived at the door, Tilma hushed them to the back, where tubs had been filled and the water warmed. They quickly striped and started to wash themselves.

Having finished, Farkas put on a set of clean clothes that Nihren had probably left for him and went inside. He grabbed a sweet roll, quickly devouring it, and went to his room dragging his feets.

As soon he went inside, he let himself fall at the bed. Nihren, who had been sitting by the bar, chuckled and moved over, sitting beside him. Farkas was laying with his stomach down, and left out a long exhale when her hands touched the back of his neck.

Pulling her skirt up, she straddled his back, and started to massage his shoulders with strong hands. He let a long groan out, and felt his muscles starting to relax under her hands.

" So, how was your day, dear?" She asked him. Her fingers found one particularly hard knot in his back and she focused on it. Farkas grunted something along the lines of " it was fine", or at least that was what she understood.

He looked over his shoulder at her, the same question clear in his eyes.

" Mine was great. I helped the women with some cleaning and fixing clothes. Nothing much. But I did have a wonderful afternoon..." she leaned down, pressing her body to his so she could whisper on his ear "...watching you work."

He chuckled, he knew of his wife's habit of watching him. It had been really easy to find it out, considering that every time he went to train with his sword in one of the dummies outside Jorvaskr, she would appear to watch.

He could feel her supple breasts pressing at his back, tempting him, so, gathering his remaining strength, he turned, pressing her against the bed. With his move, Nihren let out a squeal followed by laughter and wrapped him with her legs. Putting his hands in her calves, he moved them to under her skirt, caressing her legs, and letting them rest at the curve of her ass. Then, he said with a wicked grim . " Oh really? Which part did you liked the most?"

"Well..." She leaned close, her lips brushing his. One of her hand went to his hair, pulling his head closer, while the other caressed his arms " There were this part, when you went to help at the river, because those weaklings couldn't move that rock. That was incredible and I wanted to go over there and say ' that's my husband people!'" She giggled " And you should have seen the other women jealousy faces! All I wanted was to go over there and tell you to take me in front of all of them!"

A look of desire flashed in Farkas face at the idea. He wasn't the type who liked to gloat and show off, but the idea of taking his wife in front of everybody they knew, while she begged him for more, sure was appealing. Burring his face to the crock of her neck he groaned " You would like that, wouldn't you?"

Nihren opened her mouth to answer but he nipped at her neck, and all that came out was a strangled sound that was supposed to be 'yes'.

At her reaction, Farkas felt a new bolt of desire ran though him. Giving her a wolfish grin, he pinned her body under his, and he said " Then, I will have to take you in such way that tomorrow you will be walking with a limp, and no one will have any doubt about who you belongs to"

He sat up, and quickly pulled her dress up, removing it by her head. She was wearing only her panties, leaving her breasts free for him to ravish.

He started to kiss the valley between her breast, while his hands played with her nipples. Nihren moaned and arched her back, pressing her chest to his face. One of her hands was still tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, while the other started to dig it's nails in his broad shoulder. His promise had left her burning and craving for his touch, and the thought of having a limp the next day seems really nice.

Nihren let out a loud moan when Farkas gave a open mouth bite on her left breast. He continued nuzzling her, and she got lost in the sensation of his stubble in her skin, of his mouth in her nipple and his weight on top of her. His hands were grouping her, caressing the sides of her breasts. She closed her eyes letting the sensations take over. Her mind was supplying her all kinds of possible ways that could result in him making her limp the next day, and that made her even more sensible to his touch.

After a while Nihren noticed Farkas had stopped. She stayed still, waiting for his next touch, wondering what she would do next. After a while she opened her eyes and looked down to him.

He was still. One hand was on top of her breast while his face was buried in the valley of her breasts. Furrowing, she called " Farkas? Love? What's wrong?"

Her only answer was a loud snore.

Nihren couldn't believe it. He had fallen as sleep on her, literally even! Arg, I can't believe him! She knew he was tired, but if that was the case he could have just told her, and not have started all this!

Letting out a huff, Nihren considered her options. Well, I can't go sleep like this, and if he isn't going to finish it... A smirk appeared in her face. Oh, what wouldn't she give to see his face to wake up and seeing her "finishing his job" for him.

She shifted, trying to get a good position but soon learned that Farkas was in the way, and that he was quite heavy... After a few failed tries to remove him, she gave up, cursing his huge form.

Oh, he will pay for that. She swore.