Hey guys!

So, I'm sorry for taking so long to post this chapter! Life kind of happened together with a writer block… Then, I went to the kink meme to get some ideas, and kind of got too many of them! Unfortunately, I didn't knew how to finish any of those ideas, and now I have a bunch of unfinished chapters… yey ¬¬"

So, because of that, I put more effort in the kink part today (because I know that's what you guys really like! Lol). Also, this chapter is a little bit longer too! :D

I hope you guys like it!

Chapter 12

Between the nords woman, one could make two groups. Those who liked man with beards, and those who doesn't. If anyone asked her before, Nihren would say she was in the second group.

For her, a beard didn't have any of the meanings people liked to give it. It wasn't a man's beard that was going to determine if said man was honorable or not. Also, it wasn't the lack of one that made a man less... Manly. So, if she had to choose, she preferred man without beards.

But then, she got married.

Not that Farkas had a huge beard, oh no, his was more of a one or two days stubble; something that made her go crazy when he kissed her neck or laid his head between her legs. And soon, he managed to change her mind.

She had never told him that. There was no need too, but now, now she wondered if she should had.

It had started a few days ago. Nihren and Farkas had traveled to Solitude, and she had had to leave him alone one evening at the inn while she went to finish some work.

The people of Solitude were good and polite, but they always had greatness ideas, probably thanks to the Empire's presence, and that many times caused clashes with the nord's culture.

When she had come back to the inn, she had found Farkas deep in a conversation with some well-dressed man. When their eyes met, she had signaled him she was going to their room and left him enjoying the onversation. It was rare for him to make friends, so she felt happy to see him talking with someone else. She didn't thought there would be any problem in letting those two talk. And few days later, when they returned home, she didn't even think about it anymore.

But then, she noticed something was missing. It wasn't strange to see Farkas shaved, after all, in order to keep a one/two days stubble like his, once and a while he had to shave. So she didn't think too much about it.

The problem was that he wasn't letting his beard grow back. She stayed three days in a roll at home, and every day he would shave.

She wasn't enjoying it at all.

At the beginning she didn't think it would be a problem. So what that he had suddenly decided he didn't want a beard anymore? It wasn't the end of the world and he was free to change his looks if he wanted. But then, he had touched her, and it wasn't the same thing. The feel of his now smooth skin against her's felt strange, as if it was wrong, as if it was someone else. And she hated every second.

Not that she said anything, oh no! Actually, she even insisted at the beginning! She told herself that she just had to get used to it. But with the passing of time, she got less and less motivated, reaching the point where she would make silly excuses to evade his advances.

And then, she had enough. A shaved Farkas wasn't going to work.

Using her position as the Harbinger of the companions, she "suggested" Vilkas and Aela to take Farkas out hunting, and only come back two days later; making sure to deliver him to her as soon as they set foot in Whiterun. And of course, she left a small... "recommendation" to them not let him even think about shaving!

After she was sure they had understood her request, she sat to wait.

At the end of the second day she ready. She had taken a bath, dinner was ready, and she was sure there was no way Farkas would lose how desperate for him she was.

She heard the loud voices of the group outside the front door and Farkas opened it, walking inside, being followed by his brother and Aela.

" Good evening" Nihren's voice was pleasant and polite, but when the last two of the group looked over at her, she gave them a glare that could have made a daedra go cold. Not noticing his wife's glare, Farkas went to her talking about how amazing their hunt was and presenting her with two bunnies and a deer's leg. Nihren was glad to observe that he had thankfully not shaved.

While hugging Farkas as welcome, she kept sending glares at Vilkas and Aela, making it obvious that she wanted them to leave, and they promptly did so. Good, she would have to thank them latter.

Giving Farkas a quick, but quite passionable kiss, she took his presents, storing them away. Then, she made him sit down at the bench of the wood table, keeping his back to the table, and sat down on his lap, pulling her skirt up so she could straddle him.

Immediately his hand went for her behind, grouping her. She leaned in, kissing his neck, she could taste his sweat and that made her feel even hornier. With one hand, she grabbed his hair, pulling his head back, exposing his neck for her, and he growled in warning. Even though she was the Harbinger and his mate, that didn't mean she could try to dominate him.

She chuckled against his throat and took a light bite. His hands tightened on her ass and he growled again. It was her last warning.

But Nihren had lost herself to the feel of his beard scratching her own skin. Keeping one hand on his hair, holding it in place, she used the other to caress his neck and cheek, dropping it down to his strong shoulders and arms, that were hard in tension, groping his forearm. He wanted to take her, but at the same time, he was curious about what she had planned.

Then, she ground her hips against his and released his head. That was all that he needed.

Moving his hand up to her body, he kissed her roughly until they had to break apart to breathe. Without giving her much time, he stood up, and with quick hands, he removed her dress (which was the easiest one to take off she could find). He kissed her again, playing with her breasts and grouping her hips in a way she was sure that would leave bruises.

She pulled him closer, tangling her hand at his hair again, and nipped at his lower lip. That was too much for Farkas.

Giving her only a growl as a warning, he turned her and pushed her to the table, keeping her pinned down with his own body. Plates and goblets fell to the ground in a mess, but Nihren didn't care; Farkas had his face at the back of her neck, kissing her there, and the feel of his stubble against her skin was sending shivers down her spine. His armor was still on, and the combination of the cold iron and his hot breath was making her skin bristle.

With one hand, he caressed her middle, wetting his fingers, and she had to push herself at the tip of her toes in order to give him proper access. He pushed his fingers inside and Nihren moaned loudly against the table. It had been too long since he had taken her, and that had left her incredibly sensitive. He started to move his fingers and she shifted so she could push against him. He growled in another warning, but she ignored it, so, using his other hand, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head up. With her neck exposed, he leaned down and bitted her where it connected with her shoulder. Nihren let out a surprised squeal that quickly changed to a moan when he pressed his fingers deeper on her.

Letting go of her head, he pulled his finger out, resulting in an angry "hey!". He stood up, and she had to turn her head to try to look at him from over her shoulder. He was removing his armor, and the sight of his naked torso almost sent her over the edge. She tried to roll over, but he was still standing between her legs, holding her in place with his hips.

Then, he spread her legs and the tip of his member touched her wet entrance, and another shiver went through her. When he pushed inside her, a moan, which no honorable woman would make, left her lips, and she almost came with just that.

He kept pushing inside her in strong movements, and she had to bite the wrist of the arm that was keeping him up in order not to scream. He lowered his body, pinning her down once again, and his beard rubbed her shoulders while he kissed her neck once more. Her nails were digging into the wood of the table, and a distant part of her head couldn't help but wonder if someone would ever notice those marks.

Soon, it was too much to her. The sounds of the table banging against the wall, their flesh meeting, their grunts and groans of pleasure, plus the sensation of being taken in such roughly way was all too much. And then, Farkas shifted his hip, hitting a whole new angle, and all Nihren could do was open her mouth in a silent scream.

She let her body fall to the table, her legs not being strong enough to hold her up. Feeling her climax, Farkas slowed down, but he was far from over. He kept making small movement that sent aftershocks up on her body, making her clench around him. Pulling out, he helped her turn over. She was still panting and the wind felt cold against her sweaty body.

Once more he spread her, and slowly, pushed inside her. She moaned once again, raising her legs to wrap around his hips.

He bent down, kissing her neck and covering her cold body with his own. One hand held her leg up, while the other started to massage her breast. His desire was still burning for her, but he knew that if he went too quickly she would kick him out. So, taking his time, he moved lower, making small movements with his hips, and started to nip at the underside of her breasts. Soon, she was gripping his head and shoulders, pulling him back up to face her, and kissing him with passion, allowing him to move once again.

Taking his hint, Farkas started to move once again with energy. He pushed her legs away from his hips and toward her head, opening her for him, and the sight of her taking him all in was all Farkas need to feel his insides burning again.

He kept on pushing on her, burring his face on her breasts until he reached the edge. Moving one hand under her, he pulled her close, and her moans reached once again their highest notes.

He came inside her. Her body milking him dry and he had to put one hand on the table in order not to fall when his legs threatened to give away.

He stayed on top of her for a while, enjoying the way every breath pushed her breasts against his chest and how each movement made her clench in aftershocks. After a while they separated, and moved up stair to their bed.

Farkas took her on his arms and was starting to fall asleep when he felt her hands caressing the base of his neck and up his cheeks, making sure to scratch her nails against his stubble.

"Promise me something, love" she whispered to him, and looked down at her, enjoying the glassy look on her eyes.

"You will never keep you face shaved again, deal?"

He chuckled. It seems his so enlightened imperial friend from Solitude was wrong. Some woman did liked beards.

" Deal"

He whispered, while burring his head on her hair.

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