Resh POV
Unlike his home, or anywhere else in Tamriel, the animals in Skyrim were ridiculously easy to hunt. Even when he tried to give them a chance so it didn't seem like slaughtering an innocent creature, they still seemed to barely care for their own safety. All the deer and elk would just stand in plain sight and didn't even need to be tracked. He could practically walk up and touch one of them without it trying to run.
Of course, it had been annoying at first when he had made the same mistake Brelyna had. It would appear that the animals could actually identify the magic in his hands and then run away. Regardless, he still shot the large elk down when it ran. He figured that its failed attempt of escape was enough to deem it an honourable kill. It wasn't enough though. He needed a challenge when hunting. But other than innocent people in the city there was nothing that would even try to put up a fight. Apart from those werewolves. Surely no one would care if he were to slay one or two of them. If anything he should be thanked.
When he had finished skinning and removing the antlers of the deer, he set off back for the city. He didn't particularly want to carry around bloody meat so he left the skinless carcass beside the road. He briefly considered eating it himself. But the only way he would be able to finish it quickly would be to change to his normal form and swallow it whole. Something the local farmers or patrolling guards probably wouldn't appreciate. And if he wanted to take out a few members of the pack, he would need to have all the time he could. Werewolves, although unarmoured and unarmed, weren't the easiest things to kill.
A few minutes later he had reached the doors of Jorrvaskr. He wondered if it would be better to run in straight away and slaughter as many as he could as quickly as he could, or to try to be stealthy and discreet about it. His train of thought was cut off by the loud bards music coming from within. There must be a celebration of some kind. The 'running in' option it was, he couldn't kill them one by one if they were all in the same room. Besides, they could probably smell him anyway.
Grabbing the hilt of his sword and conjuring flames in the other hand Resh steeled himself before charging through the doors, getting ready to put down any Daedra he could see.
2 Hours Later
Downing another mead and slamming the tankard onto the table, Resh roared in laughter at Farkas as he regaled the tale of his last contract to the halls, causing everyone to hang onto his every word. For a piece of half-Daedric scum he told a great story, albeit far from the truth. Resh highly doubted the man could wipe out an entire vampire lair armed only with a rusty two tined fork and a small piece of linen to protect his modesty.
It didn't matter if it was factual or not though, Resh was in too good a mood to think too much into it. Not only was the wolf an excellent story-teller but every time he finished his drink someone would come over to refill it for free. He could feel himself starting to get inebriated, but he didn't care.
The Nord's story was quickly rebuffed when the red haired woman Aela told the story in a different light. This version, which entailed Farkas hiding behind her, still armed with a broken fork as she shot each of the vampires with arrows, was a lot more realistic, causing the hall to burst into roars of laughter again, this time at Farkas's expense, drowning out the bard's music. Resh hadn't laughed this hard in ages, these wolves weren't half bad. Of course there had been some tension when he first charged into Jorrvaskr with hand blazing. But it didn't take long before they had… somehow… managed to get him drinking down one of those honeyed Nordic drinks.
Suddenly all the atmosphere had died for some reason and the halls went silent. Resh turned to see Vilkas, the smarter twin. The one he had beaten in a fight, mocked and thrown away the possessions of the other day. Resh had strong suspicions he was still annoyed about that. As did everyone else, hence the silence.
"My weapon's still gone you know. It was expensive as well. I expect a new one."
Resh suppressed the urge to laugh at the man attempts at intimidating him, and instead met his gaze and rose from the table as if to demonstrate his larger height and strength, looking down at him to prove his point. "I thought you have some new lackey to run around and fetch it for you?" he focused on the word 'fetch' just to grate him even further.
"You threw it quite far," he growled. "We still haven't got it."
"How about we settle this with… a competition of sorts. If I can drink you under the table, then you have to stop being annoyed about the whole lost sword thing," Resh stated. A crowd had formed around the two at a prospect of two giants getting hammered, so Vilkas now knew he had to accept.
"Alright, what if I win?" he asked in his already half-drunk haze trying to see what he could get out of this.
Truthfully, because there was no way the Nord could win this, Resh hadn't really thought of a scenario for him losing. "I will personally look for it myself," Resh finally replied after having come up with something.
"Deal." Vilkas growled before grabbing the closest tankard and drinking it all in one go, hissing as the strong liquid went down.
Even though it felt bad taking advantage of someone's ignorance like this, a drinking competition was the easiest, and most enjoyable, way to sort out this conflict. Especially as there was no way he could lose because of his Tsaesci metabolism. Several strong drinks later and he had lasted a lot longer than Resh would have thought for a human. Of course he had still won in the end because of his much larger size, despite most of it not being shown because of his human form, making it harder to get drunk. But still, he hadn't expected the competition to go on nearly this long. He was starting to get drunk himself.
The celebration went on for a couple more hours before the Companions, who he was starting to reconsider his opinion on, started leaving to go to their rooms and the bard had left. Apparently the Companions had all liked him as well because all of them, even the woman that attacked him the first time they met, had thanked him for coming and laughed along with him when drinking. It was getting late, or early for that matter as it had gone on all night. So Resh decided it would be best to go back to where he had dumped Lydia and Brelyna. Hopefully the alcohol had killed enough of his brain to make him not care about the shouting he would most likely receive.
Regardless, that wasn't what was on the forefront of Resh's mind. What was there was how much fun he had had. If they did this every day, he would have to come to Whiterun more often. Even if it was because of a few half-Daedra.
Lydia POV
Lydia frowned. Despite having a drink in her hands, courtesy of Brelyna's own money, she was still bored. Drinking alone was not fun. Well, she wasn't completely alone. But the Dunmer mage was too busy flirting with the pretty barmaid to have time to talk to her, so she might as well have been. She wasn't really angry with Brelyna for ignoring her so much as jealous. It was saddening to see her 'having fun' with other people when the guy she wanted had dropped her off, literally, in a tavern and sprinted away as if she was diseased.
It was times like this Lydia wished she preferred the fairer sex. It would be a lot better than pining after men who were often thoughtless and inconsiderate. Men like her Thane who showed no interest in herself. Although Lydia was decidedly straight, she reckoned that if she was drunk enough she could probably bend the other way. It would definitely be interesting to try out in case she got tired of waiting for Resh to come around.
That day was not today though, and probably won't be any day soon. Lydia looked back up from her drink only to see Brelyna slipping into one of the bedrooms with her new 'friend.' She was happy for her though, and not just because Brelyna's barmaid had given them a free room. Two rooms, in fact, because of the second set of keys next to her. But because she was glad her friend was having fun, unlike her. Maybe she should just go out looking for Resh and have one last-ditch attempt of getting his attention. But she wouldn't know where to look. He could be anywhere. Probably out of the city still hunting.
Besides, he probably didn't want to see her anyway, hence his hasty escape. Even though it was his fault they were angry. She wondered where he got the mentality of running away from her when she got angry, but remembered the occasional mentions he had made about his 'ex' having knocked him unconscious when annoyed. Lydia smirked. He probably thought she was going to do the same despite the obvious strength difference.
Oh, well though. She had two choices: accept the problem for what it was and find a way to sort it out without jeopardising the group, or deal with it the good old fashioned Nord way. Get wasted on mead and regret it the next day.
She chose option two.
Resh POV
Being a Tsaesci rather than a Nord came with many advantages, such as incredible strength, immortality and a working knowledge of magic to name a few examples. Unfortunately problem solving was not one of them. He had a dilemma, he could either return to the tavern Lydia and the mage were at and face possible anger, or roam the streets of Whiterun in boredom. If he wasn't drunk from the recent festivities at Jorrvaskr he would have gone out killing bandits or hunting. Unfortunately, in this state he would be lucky if he didn't somehow get skewered by a deer's antlers.
Admittedly he wasn't that inebriated when he had left the party. But when he noticed the empty halls, and the mead bottles still there that were still full, he couldn't help it. That black briar stuff was amazing. In his drunken haze he made a mental note to hug whoever made the stuff. Someone who made such a divine drink must have been one of the Aedra themselves. Resh laughed to himself at that. If true it would have been one of the few times the Aedra had done anything of any value.
Finally after a few minutes of thought Resh decided what to do. He knew it probably wasn't a very good idea to get completely smashed in front of humans when he was technically still on a reconnaissance mission. But after all, other than exposing himself, 'What's the worst that could happen…?'
That was his last thought before he pushed open the other taverns doors and got ready to get even drunker. He was beginning to like Nordic culture.
Brelyna POV. Brace yourself for some Femslash. Feel free to skip if that bothers you. Enjoy ;)
She stared at the naked Redguard for several seconds before fully registering what was happening. Brelyna couldn't believe it. She really hadn't expected to get so far with a woman in one night. It would probably just be a one night thing but it's not like she was complaining. This is more than she would ever have gotten at the College. She was so happy she had left. Of course not for good, but there was only so long she could stay at a place where she would constantly be lonely and have to spend the everyday turning down that idiot J'zargo who just didn't get the message.
Saadia, the Redguard barmaid, was just as eager as she was and pounced on her the moment she had finished removing her own clothes. She couldn't blame her though. Running from those mercenaries she spoke about must be very stressful, and she definitely didn't mind being a bit of stress relief.
Brelyna quickly pushed all those distracting thoughts out of mind when the Redguard's hand started to travel downwards. This night was going to be about the two of them and nothing else, and she wouldn't let anything distract her. Like she really needed to try though, her mind was reduced to a little but a blur of pleasure when the barmaid probed her entrance, eliciting a whimper when her fingers curled inside her. Taking it as encouragement, Saadia sped up hitting the good spot over and over causing the Elf's moans to echo through the room, and most likely the rest of the tavern.
After so long, she had missed another woman's touch. It didn't take very long before she built up to her first orgasm. The first after so long had come crashing down hard and she had to bite down on her lip to stifle a scream. She could taste the blood on her lip but it was worth it. The rate at which Saadia was using her fingers to ride out her orgasm was definitely going to leave her sore in the morning.
She had little time to dwell on the thought before the Redguard's head had moved down to her wetness. Brelyna desperately wanted to return the favour but found herself unable to do anything but moan when she felt the other woman's tongue work its way between her folds, rubbing against her pearl. As the woman's tongue continued to explore her slit she found her own hand rolling her breasts in her hands, tweaking the nipples with her fingers, causing an enticing mixture between pleasure and pain, building her up again even quicker.
The second release had taken longer and was more powerful than the first, the agonisingly perfect build-up had made it pure bliss. Saadia savoured the other woman's taste as it soaked her mouth, but continued to use both her tongue and hands to ride out the Elf's high for longer, making a loud scream of pleasure ring through the town. Brelyna feared that if she had tried to stifle that one like she had the first she would have bitten off her lip trying to hold it back.
She was about to take the Elf on again for a round three but didn't get the chance as their positions were switched in one swift movement. It was now Saadia's time to moan as Brelyna took the woman's breast in her mouth and drove a finger into her core. She started at an excruciatingly slow pace but gradually sped up when the Redguard arched herself into the Dark Elf's mouth. The moans increased with the speed, and got louder when she pumped harder. It went on like this until the barmaid had her first release, staining the bed and spurring the Dunmer to add another finger and carry on at the same pace.
Every time the woman reached her peak Brelyna added another finger to bring her through it. She didn't go more than three finger in case it got painful, but she carried on hard and fast with that many causing many a scream and moan of pleasure to be torn from the woman's mouth. It was the bite on the tip of the Redguard's nipple that drove her over the edge, causing her to let loose a long moan at the last and largest orgasm yet and then collapse against the now soaking bed worn out.
Brelyna fell onto the bed next to her and wrapped her arm around the Redguard, pulling Saadia tight against her. When the two both got their breathing right, they finally fell to sleep wrapped around each other. She thanked the gods she wasn't drunk. She wanted to remember this in the morning.
Lydia POV
'At last! They've finally stopped!' Lydia thought in exasperated relief when the moans had subsided. It had gone on for almost an hour and she couldn't sleep with it in the background. Even with the mead in her system she was finding it hard with all the noise. Unfortunately every time she closed her eyes all she could imagine were images of those two 'going at it,' and it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on sleeping. She wasn't even into women and she was finding it distracting. Just in a different way to someone who was.
After realising all attempts at sleeping were futile Lydia decided to go on a night-time walk round the city to clear her head. Hopefully that would tire her out. And if it didn't, she could always buy a stamina potion somewhere with what was left from Brelyna's money she had borrowed.
Lydia had only been walking for a few minutes before she already regretted this walk. She was dumbfounded when she watched her Thane being carried off by a large amount of guards towards the city keep. Or more accurately, the city dungeons. She ran over to one of the guards to ask what was happening. But after tripping over the unmoving, bloodied, but still alive body of Nazeem, she worked it out herself. She didn't blame him really, Nazeem could be extremely annoying to talk to.
Pulling herself off the ground she ran up to the man in charge to try to sort this out.
"Out of the way," the man grumbled when she blocked his path.
"What happened here?" Lydia asked, trying to find out just how much damage Resh had done.
The man looked back at Resh and muttered, "This drunkard got pissed off at Nazeem, like everyone does one day, and decided to shut him up. To be fair it wasn't like he wanted to actually injure him, it was more just taking a drunken swipe at him."
"Is that it?"
"No. When the guards went to apprehend him, he broke one of their noses through the man's helmet. We're going to have to get a new one for him because of the dent. Fortunately, before he did anything else he passed out from all the mead," he replied gesturing to the unconscious body the guards were carrying.
"How much is the bounty?" Lydia asked, hoping the small amount of coin she had and however much Resh still had could cover it.
"80 gold for the two assaults, and 35 for a new helmet," he explained. Lydia had nowhere near that much and, seeing as how drunk Resh was, she doubted he had much money left either.
Just as she was about to speak up a different guard cut in, "Hey, one second, I know you. You're Lydia, the Housecarl to the new Thane. Is this him?"
Lydia couldn't believe she almost forgot about this. The guards would never lock up the city's Thane. The amount of trouble they would get in would be huge. She could just tell them and get him out of trouble. But then again, he had ditched her and Brelyna in a tavern with no money and nowhere to sleep. And Lydia was in a vengeful mood.
"Nope. Never seen him in my life before. Carry on."
As she watched the guards just shrug and proceed to drag the large man to the jails, Lydia started to wonder if she had made a good choice. Probably not, but who cares? It was funny, and he kind of deserves a night in a cell for what he'd done to her today.