Chapter 26

Jane pulled Lynne aside the next morning, expressing her happiness for her and Nazgurat.

"Thank you Jane, I'm sorry we woke you."

"Oh it was nothing," Jane waved her hand. "I was honored to have heard something so wonderful! I feel like I shouldn't have been listening but I couldn't shut my ears!"

"I just couldn't take it anymore, he was driving me nuts, Orcs!" Lynne laughed, shaking her head with a grin.

"What did we get ourselves into eh?" Jane joked, and the women laughed, earning curious glances from the Orsimer back at the camp.

"It's worth it, I hope."

"Me too."

"How are you?" Lynne asked, eying Jane. She looked fine, but Lynne had no idea what was going on in that pretty little head of hers.

"I'm…okay." Lynne sat down in the grass and pulled Jane down beside her.

"Want to talk about it?"

"Yes, I guess I do. I'm just, battling the desire to jump Bo's bones and take things easy!" Jane sighed, covering her face in her hands.

"I know what you mean," Lynne replied in a soothing tone, rubbing Jane's back. "It's hard, but we have to take it easy with these guys. They think…differently, and it's not a bad thing."

"Once you get past all the speed bumps I bet Orsimer are the best lovers out of all the races. They're just big softies under that tough exterior."

"They sure are passionate," Lynne smiled, looking over at Nazgurat. "And you're probably right, it's a shame they're so discriminated. I'm sure not every Orc is as compassionate as Naz and Bo, but I bet there's more people like them.

"Women complain about not being able to find a quality man, perhaps they're looking in the wrong place sometimes."

"Mhmm, and how are things with Bo?"

"Painfully slow." Jane sighed again, looking over at Bo while he packed his bag, crouching near the ash pile of their former fire. "I feel like I at least deserve a kiss by now." She laughed, looking down at her hands.

"I'm sure you do, and I think Bo is just…a very emotional guy. Nazgurat is as well, but Bo, he's been traveling for a years all by him self. Being alone for long periods of time definitely changes perspective on things, as well as never having known a woman's touch, let alone experiencing any sort of relationship."

"That's all true. He's also too harsh on himself. I know I have to be patient, it's just taking so damn long you know?"

"Definitely." Lynne replied, feeling sorry for Jane. "It will all happen at the time it does for a reason, and I bet it will be so much sweeter because you waited so long." She patted Jane's back, and the woman looked up.

"In the mean time, I can only think about all the things I want to do to him, and watch him while he bathes!"

They laughed again, and stood up from the ground, brushing dust off their armor.

"What was so funny?" Bo inquired, curious as to what the women had been discussing out of his hearing range.

"Nothing of importance," Jane replied sweetly, standing up on tip of her toes to kiss Bo's cheek.

"W-we should get going," he stuttered, feeling his cheek warm where Jane's lips had touched his skin.

"Ready when you are," Jane replied, taking his hand.

The group continued up the path and followed the road yet again, getting ever nearer to High Hrothgar with each step, and setting Bo's anxieties on overdrive.

They reached Ivarstead by nightfall, a small village with only a few houses and an Inn; backed by a large and intimidating mountain. The river they had bathed in the other day ran in front of the village, and they had to cross a bridge to reach the Inn. It's course led directly around the back of the Inn and down a series of waterfalls. A small stone bridge nearby led to what Jane knew to be the start of the seven thousand steps; and she did not look forward to that climb one bit.

"I guess we should wait until morning," Bo told the others, looking up at the moon, which was close this night, and very bright against the purple and blue sky.

"Sounds good," Nazgurat replied, and they all headed into Vilemyr Inn.

"What can I do for ye," the Innkeeper greeted once they reached the counter.

"We'd like to purchase two rooms for the night, please."

The man looked at Jane, clearly a Nord, and nodded, asking for twenty gold.

"You can have meals too, if ye be inclined."

"That would be lovely, thank you."

Bo and Nazgurat produced the appropriate coin, and were directed to their rooms.

"I'm Winhelm," the man introduced him self. "I own this Inn. If there's anything ye need feel free to ask."

"Thank you Winhelm," Lynne replied, and the man nodded, turning to greet another patron.

Once they were in their rooms, Jane and Bo stripped down to their under clothes, and Jane was looking forward to the soft mattress of their bed after almost a week of sleeping on a hard ground.

"I almost want to go to bed right now," she exclaimed, eying the bed. "It looks so soft."

"Don't like the hard ground?" Bo laughed when Jane tossed a gauntlet at him, ducking out of the way.

"You may be an experienced traveler, but I'm sure as hell not!"

"You do very well, though, I didn't hear one complaint the entire trip." Bo wrapped his arms around Jane and squeezed tightly, grinning when he heard her chuckle.

"I am not that type of girl," Jane replied, her voice muffled by his chest. "I'm not really a girly girl."

Bo laughed, shaking his head at her use of words.

"I wouldn't want you any other way," he replied softly, "I like you just the way you are."

"You sure?" Jane asked, looking up at him. "I feel like I act pretty mannish sometimes."

"Mannish?"

"I don't know…I'm not very feminine sometimes."

"Jane… you are feminine. I don't like those women who wear tight dresses that don't fit them properly and worry about their hair and make up. You are perfect."

"Thank you," she mumbled, blushing.

"Come, let us go find Naz and Lynne."

Taking her hand, they wandered out into the main hall and found the couple lounging at a table for four, already enjoying a drink. Lynne leaned with her back casually against the wall, laughing at something Nazgurat had said, dressed in a dark blue tunic and black breeches, her blond hair bright and beautiful in contrast to her cooler shaded clothing. Nazgurat watched her, so grateful, and praising Malacath for having such a beautiful woman in love with him.

Jane thought the whole scene looked quite cute, Lynne reached up and stroked Naz's brown beard, making a comment about it being too long, and received a non-angry growl in return. Nazgurat wore a cream colored tunic and tan pants, his leather boots worn and rustic from months of use, and overall Lynne thought he looked fantastically handsome.

"Hey." Jane sat down on the chair beside Lynne, and the Nord had to admit Jane looked very pretty tonight. She wore black breeches and a light blue tunic, something that Bo had asked for specifically when purchasing their clothing, as he felt Jane deserved to wear colors to match her happy personality, instead of the blacks or whites which were most common. It brought out the blue in her eyes, and she had brushed the knots out of her hair. It shone in hues of brown in the candlelight. Bo seated himself beside Nazgurat after having fetched a couple drinks from Winhelm, and Jane studied him, admiring his looks. He had changed into a white tunic, which in contrast to his deep green skin looked very nice, tan breeches, and dark leather boots. Bo had shaved quickly before leaving their room, and she couldn't resist the urge and gently ran a finger down his smooth cheek. Bo shivered, feeling quite relaxed despite what the next day would bring, and he smiled at his beautiful Jane.

All together the four friends looked like a neat sort of group. Almost like a club of some sorts, Jane mused, of travelers with a purpose. They ate a nice warm meal and enjoyed the local mead, chatting about random things and enjoying the music that was played by a Bard; never touching on the subject that lay in everyone's mind. They did not discuss tomorrow, for Bo's sake, and instead kept his mind off the current matter for at least the time being, and even got him just a little bit drunker than usual, so he would hopefully sleep soundly.

The companions retired for the night, eager to get a good night's sleep in the comfortable beds, and when they reached their room Bo stumbled a bit, tripping over a piece of discarded armor. He fell forward, mind slightly clouded by the alcohol, and before Jane could rush forward to help, fell sideways with a crash; clipping his hip on the corner of the dresser before he hit the wood floor.

"Fuck!" He hissed, groaning as pain shot through his damaged hip, and he struggled to get back up.

"Oh Bo! Let me help you, oh Gods you hit your hip."

Jane grasped his arm and pulled him up so he could sit on the edge of the bed.

"It's fine," he gasped.

"Are you sure? Do you want me to go get Lynne to take a look at it?"

"No, no I'm fine." Bo groaned again, doubling over, and Jane was determined he needed Lynne. She ran out of the room and returned moments later with the Nord healer.

"Let me see," Lynne commanded quietly, but firmly, as she moved Bo's arms away from his waist and pushed him back onto the bed. She lifted his shirt and inspected his hip, asking him if he could describe the pain.

"Just, burning…" he growled, "The corner jabbed into my flesh."

"Hmm, yes I can see, but it doesn't appear to have torn anything, it just pushed into it."

"Can you make it go away?"

"Yes." Lynne handed him a small vial of a healing potion, one that was more like a painkiller than a wound sealer. Bo gulped the potion down, grimacing at its bitterness, and handed the vial back to Lynne.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome Bo, goodnight guys." And Lynne left the room.

Bo kicked off his boots and shifted further onto the bed, pulling the blankets out from underneath him. A few moments later Jane joined him, climbing under the covers and pulling them around her and Bo.

"Do you feel better?"

"Yes, very much."

"Good." Jane did not move to touch Bo, she figured his hip would be very sensitive and he did not need the risk of Jane hitting it. However when Bo noticed she wasn't moving any closer to him, he gently pulled her forward.

"Come here," he whispered gruffly. "You're my painkiller."

"I don't know," Jane chuckled, allowing the Orc to wrap his arm around her. She laid her hand on his chest, keeping her hands as far away from his damaged hip as possible.

Bo took a deep breath, reaching up to stroke Jane's cheek. He let his breath out slowly, relieved that he could almost not feel the pain at all. Lynne was a brilliant healer, as he discovered she made all her potions her self and their effects were immediate.

"You make everything go away. You make me happy."

"I feel the same way, Bo," Jane whispered, snuggling closer. Their hips and thighs met, as Jane snuggled closer, something so familiar to them now, and Bo held her close, swiftly drifting into sleep.

Lynne wondered curiously if Nazgurat would make love to her. After the break through they had had, and now being alone in a bedroom, she had to think there was a chance, and her heart beat fluttered in her ribcage. When he wasn't looking, she quickly took a small purple vial from her bag and drank it in one gulp, hastily putting it back and climbing into bed.

She watched Nazgurat from her spot in the bed as he removed his tunic, placing it on top of the dresser. He then removed his boots and came over to the bed, slipping under the covers and moving closer to Lynne.

"Mmm," he murmured, as Lynne quickly closed the space between them and hungrily captured his lips with hers. He deepened the kiss, moaning softly when Lynne's lips parted, allowing their tongues to start a sensual dance, one that deeply aroused him. He wondered too if he should attempt to move things further, but all thoughts were cut off when Lynne moved to climb on top of him, not breaking the kiss when she straddled his hips.

Nazgurat could feel every part of her through the fabric as she slowly ground her hips against his, stirring his member to full attention. Lynne moaned happily, feeling the form of him pressed against her sex through their clothes, beginning a trail of kisses down his neck and bare chest, nipping and sucking at his skin every so often. Nazgurat gripped Lynne's hips tightly, a shiver of pleasure coursing through him as she began a torturous decent down his body, pausing to slowly undo the strings to his breeches.

With a growl, Nazgurat pulled Lynne back up and their lips crushed together, his tusks pressed tightly against her skin as he lifted her tunic and pulled it up and over her head. Multiple scars marred her pale skin, and he ran a finger down one particularly long one, wondering how she had gotten them all, until Lynne made an impatient sound. He removed the cursed bra hiding her breasts from view, and stared at the beautiful being before him, who became very shy. Lynne bit her lip nervously, watching as Nazgurat stared at her, saying nothing. Then he reached up and took one of her breasts in his hand, awestruck buy how incredible her body was. Her breasts were large enough to comfortable fill his hands, and he gently caressed them, earning small moans from the Nord as he gently pinched a pink nipple, feeling it firm under his touch. He growled, quickly pulling her down and Lynne squeaked, laughing breathlessly in his ear as Nazgurat took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking relentlessly at it with a gentleness Lynne had never experienced before. She whimpered as he kneaded her other breast while continuing to suck on the other, and she ground her hips into him, causing him to moan against her skin, his breath warm and ticklish. Lynne licked and nibbled Nazgurat's ear, a highly erogenous zone for the Orsimer, and he could take it no longer.

Flipping the Nord around she landed on the bed with a loud oomph, watching quietly as the Orc before her stripped her pants and panties off, leaving her completely exposed. Her strong frame trembled in the night chill, since there was no fireplace in the room, and Nazgurat briefly let his hands roam over her soft body.

Then in an instant he had rid his member of it's confines, and kissed her again, his kisses quick and rough, more desperate. Lynne returned his kisses just as enthusiastically, feeling her sex throb with longing. Their bodies came together and she could feel his member pressed firmly against her inner thigh, warm and stiff. A tiny jolt of panic went off her mind, she thought he felt larger than average, and wondered if she could handle it.

Nazgurat let his hand wander down her side, running along the curve of her hip and down towards her warm sex, feeling a trickling of hair leading from her navel to her sweetest spot. He gently stroked her clit, almost losing it right then and there as Lynne moaned loudly in his ear and clutched his backside, digging her nails into him. He stroked her folds, and felt the woman writhe beneath him, reveling in how wet she was.

Unable to wait any longer, Nazgurat positioned himself near her entrance and touched the tip of his member to her folds.

"W-wait…" Lynne gasped, pulling his chin up so she could look at him. His skin felt feverish to the touch. "The wenches, were they always on the bottom?"

"Yes…." Nazgurat replied slowly, breathing deeply. He did not want to think about those women.

"Lay down on your back," Lynne commanded, shifting her body up and out from under Nazgurat. He did as he was told, with a confused expression as he lay down on his back. His member strained painfully up in the air, and Lynne mounted him again, feeling the curve of him against her buttocks. He growled, her wet folds pressing on his lower stomach.

"I am different than those women, so we will do things differently."

Lynne pulled her self into a crouch, unsure if it was the right thing to do, as she had never been on top before. She grasped his member, feeling the firm green skin of his cock in her hands.

"You're uh… much bigger than I thought," Lynne commented.

"Too big?" Nazgurat asked huskily, hoping that was not the case. He breathing was fast and irregular, her entrance so close to him he could feel the heat.

"Uh, no, I don't think so."

Lynne took a deep breath and pushed the tip of his member into her, earning a series of throaty moans from the Orsimer, and then she quickly sat down, feeling him fill her to the brim.

"Oh Gods," she murmured, nearly climaxing from the feeling of him alone. She forced herself to move, slowly rocking her hips as she adjusted to his size.

"Is… is everything…okay?" Nazgurat grunted, gripping her hips to help her rock back and forth on his cock; his body bombarded with so much pleasures at once he nearly came. He was worried he was hurting her, but Lynne closed her eyes, and shook her head, her mind clouded.

"No…No…oh Gods Naz you feel so good…"

Lynne continued to ride him, nearly delirious from the intensity of her pleasure, never in her entire life coming anywhere close to such feelings from any of her previous lovers.

She started to swell within minutes, rising swiftly to a climax. Nazgurat too was on a steady rise, keeping back ever so slightly so he might come with her at the same time, if he could make her come at all. Lynne leaned down placed hot kisses on his chest, allowing the Orsimer to take control, guiding her hips so she nearly bounced on his member. Having her on top of him was one of the most wonderful experiences, and no other woman even remotely compared to his Lynne.

"Oh Lynne," he moaned, his head rolling back on the pillow.

And then she reached her climax, her walls clenching so tightly around his member Nazgurat came as well, spilling himself entirely within her and feeling her spill herself as well. They nearly yelled each others names, and Lynne's pale body shuddered above the Orsimer, her whole body shaking as she rode out their climax to the very end, milking Nazgurat of every last drop.

When she reluctantly stopped, Lynne looked down at Nazgurat, her heart swelling with love for him, and she leaned down to gently place a kiss on his lips.

She climbed off of him, feeling him leave her left an empty feeling in not just her sex. She rose from the bed with wobbly knees, retrieved a towel and came back, wiping the white substance off her legs, which had trickled down her thighs. She cleaned Nazgurat off as well, who lay with a lazy smile on his lips, watching her. She climbed back into bed and laid her head down on his chest, pressing her naked body along the side of his. She kissed his chest lovingly, running her fingers up and down his hardened abdominal muscles, looking up at the Orsimer.

"That was incredible," She whispered, reaching up to stroke his cheek.

"I can see how infinitely better it is to have sex with someone you love than someone you don't, I…I can't even put it into words."

"Not everything has to be spoken, sometimes they can only be felt." Lynne wrapped her arm around his waist and closed her eyes, completely exhausted from their activities.

She felt his lips press onto her forehead, and the Orsimer sighed happily.

"I love you," he whispered.

Lynne smiled, elated that he had no problem saying so.

"I love you Nazgurat."