AN: Just a warning for all of you, this chapter will contain graphic bits towards the bottom. A warning is flagged in double brackets for those of you who do not wish to read it. I hope you enjoy the rest of the chapter, though. As always, reviews are appreciated.
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The High Elf slipped the amulet off his neck and he felt that he were taking a massive weight off instead of a golden trinket. "Thank you, Mara," he whispered before looking to his fiancée with an excited grin.
"I never would have imagined that love had sat so close to me for so long, Argis," said the elf in a soft voice as he took the warrior's hands in his.
The warrior nodded wordlessly, too overcome with emotions to actually articulate his joy. He knew it wouldn't be easy for them, many Nords hated elves after all, but it would be worth it. No more searching, wondering, or fearing about the future. It was all right here in front of him. Relief swept through his body when the Altmer had said "yes" for it felt like all the hope and self-denial that had lead to this moment had been rewarded. He felt terrifyingly lucky as his gaze flicked over the Altmer's angular features. He mentally winced at how his own scarred features must have looked next to the handsome wizard's. He said in his gruff voice, "We're going to have to get married in Riften's Temple of Mara, you know that don't you?"
"Of course. We should leave for there tomorrow!" cried the wizard with excitement.
Argis laughed at the absurd image before him. Ardanthis, the dragonborn and a powerful wizard, had lost all his usual hauteur and stiffness. He was acting like nothing more than an excited child as he discussed plans for shutting up the Hall again. Ard didn't care what the Jarl wanted or what the court had to say anymore. He just wanted to get to Riften and its temple. The wizard gleefully got his own bowl of stew and continued to speak of journeying to Riften in between bites.
The wizard's animated demeanour reassured the housecarl that this was all real, and that this wasn't going to end with him waking up alone like a cruel dream. That night, the doors of the rooms of Vlindrel Hall were thrown wide open. The two men still slept in their own rooms, but a flirtatious element quickly slipped into their routines as they playfully teased each other. It was a strange sort of relief for them to be able to openly express their feelings in the privacy of Vlindrel Hall.
As the evening wore on, exhaustion began to claim them both and they headed for their rooms. Too excited to completely drop the flirtation that had already begun, they teasingly kept it up even as they prepared for sleep.
Standing in his room where he was clearly visible to his thane, the Nord waited and looked at the elf. Ard slowed down to look at Argis, and the warrior slowly took off his shirt and stretched, causing all of his hard-won muscles to stand out. Argis pointedly looked at the wizard as the elf's eyes raked over the Nord's hairy, muscular chest and arms. Turning away, the Nord gave the wizard a good view of the rippling muscles of his back. Grinning in satisfaction the Nord continued to prepare to sleep.
A short time later he looked through the doors to the wizard's room. The elf was facing away from him and was using a wet cloth to bathe himself. The warrior admired the surprisingly muscular back of the elf and realized that all the sword training was really filling out the elf's frame. Standing straight, the Altmer squeezed the rag and a small dribble of water was released over his back. Argis followed a drop of water with his eyes as it travelled down the elf's spine and disappeared beneath the waist of the man's pants. His gaze wandered back up to see the elf grinning mischievously over his shoulder at Argis, who blushed slightly and went back to his room.
The Nord shook his head ruefully, grinning at himself. The elf was by no means his first love. He had been with many men over the course of his life, but it felt different this time around and he didn't know why. He tried not to imagine himself as a foolish romantic, but the feelings behind these unsophisticated examples of flirting made them feel like so much more. This didn't feel like anything else he had really experienced before. His mind tracked back through his life as he lay down to sleep in his own bed. His mind flickered through lovers until he reached Firjald. He didn't want to compare his thane to that man, but they shared the fact that Argis had been in love with them at separate times.
The Nord sighed in mental annoyance as he tried to sift the two loves apart. Firjald had swept him away with the newness of love. It was a naive sort of love that was more a matter of infatuation. Though it produced similar feelings to what he felt now, he knew that they were not the same thing. Ardanthis loved him after a long time of being friends. There was substance behind it that his relationship with Firjald had lacked.
Despite the erotic elements to the flirting that went on between the two men, Argis knew that he would be happy just to sit with Ardanthis. Argis felt happy just being close to the wizard. Of course, he wanted a sexual aspect to his marriage but he was glad it wasn't the only thing that defined their relationship.
He grinned stupidly into the dark as he realized that their courtship had taken the form of combat. Flowers, poetry, and slow walks were not what defined their love. It was action, conflict, and the closeness that came from that combat which forged the tight bond between the two.
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Both men rose early the next day, a nervous excitement filling them despite the actual marriage being days away due to travel time.
"I'm going to enjoy telling the Jarl about our marriage, you know," said the elf with a wicked grin.
Argis mirrored the man's grin as he finished baking some potatoes to eat with the rest of their breakfast. He sighed as he looked at all the supplies they had bought and realized that all of this would spoil before they could eat it. He had despised wasting food ever since he was young. Food wasn't always readily available on the farm and his parents taught him to not squander the bounty of the earth. He suddenly grinned as a solution came to him and he asked the wizard, "Could we stop off at Frost Oak farm as we head to Riften? All of this food will spoil, and Selta and her family could probably use it."
Nodding the wizard said, "I hadn't even thought of the food. It would have been a nightmare to get the smell of rotten carrots out of the Hall, so good idea, Argis."
Most of the food was still in the boxes that it had come in when they purchased it, which made it easy to repackage. Stacking the boxes neatly near the doorway, they left the Hall for Understone Keep after dressing in their armour. They wanted to leave for Riften without wasting further time on preparations.
They strode up to the keep and Argis matched the young guard's caustic scowl with a triumphant smile. The man was clearly confused by the housecarl's expression, but they quickly made their way past him.
The cool confines of the Keep were a familiar feeling to both men as they rapidly made their way to the throne. The elf exuded confidence as he approached the Jarl. The throne room was surprisingly silent for once as court was not in session. Jarl Igmund sat on his throne with a small stack of papers tucked in next to his leg. He was closely examining what appeared to be a letter as he looked up at the approaching pair.
"And what do you want now?" he asked with exhaustion.
Respectfully, the elf said, "We're departing from the city again and will be leaving for Riften."
Examining the elf more closely the Jarl smirked, "No amulet? What fool drunk did you find to marry you? I doubt any other kind of man of Markarth would be willing to marry an Altmer."
Argis subtly stiffened at the unwitting insult, and Ardanthis' voice became noticeably cold as he said, "I will be marrying Argis the Bulwark. Refrain from insulting him, Jarl."
The Jarl likely would normally have been offended by the commanding nature of the Altmer's words, but he was clearly too shocked to feel offended. His gaze flicked between the two men for a silent moment before he eased back in his throne and regained his composure. He nodded, saying, "Argis? Well that is a surprise. I didn't know that your housecarl was... inclined in that way. Regardless, go to Riften and marry then. I will not be one to stand in the way of Mara's will." He waved his hand, dismissing them and giving his assent to their departure. Ardanthis was quite surprised by the ease with which the Jarl had let him go, but he glanced at the massive stack of paper work that Igmund had to work through. He pitied the Jarl, despite his rough attitude for he was trapped between the demands of the people of Markarth and the demands of the Thalmor, and neither group gave him peace.
They arrowed straight back to their home and rapidly packed travelling supplies. Donning armour and weapons they conversed little as each one tried to take everything they would need for the journey to Riften. Picking up the crates of various perishable supplies, they locked the Hall behind them and left.
It wasn't even noon by the time they found a wagon to carry them to Riften and would stop off at the farm on the way. Loading their burden onto the wagon, Ardanthis paid the driver without haggling. The man offered a reasonable rate and the wizard was too happy to be inclined to try to hold onto those few extra septims. Climbing into the wagon, they sat next to each other, enjoying the physical closeness.
Looking back at the city as the cart rumbled away from it, Argis was struck with a strange feeling. He realized how often he had watched the city disappear behind him as he left it behind, but this leaving was coloured by the fact that he wasn't going to battle anything but to build a relationship.
"What's wrong, Argis?" asked the Altmer with a smile.
Jolted out of his reverie the Nord looked at his fiancée and shook his head, "Nothing. I'm just not used to leaving Markarth for something not related to bloodshed." The driver was too busy steering the wagon to look back at his passengers, and the blustery winds carried their words away before they could reach his ears. Argis felt a strange sense of privacy and safety in the cart.
He cast a last gaze at the city as it disappeared around the curve of the road and continued, "You know, I thought I would be more worried that the court knew of my...preferences. But now? Now it all seems so trivial what they think. Even being a housecarl seems less important since, if they take that from me, they can't take you."
The wizard matched the Nord's smile and suddenly smirked as he replied, "You'll be old news to them within a few days, especially since you're out of the city. They'll look for someone else to sink their gossip fangs into. But the court is immaterial to me, what I'm more concerned about is how your family will take it. I know many of the more conservative Nords would be appalled at our union, even if Mara accepts it."
The housecarl shook his head, "I don't know, truthfully. But if Selta and her husband disapprove it won't stop anything. I'm not letting them dictate my life to me."
Leaning in closer to the Nord, the elf whispered in a soft voice, "I'm very glad of this, though I don't want to create conflict between you and your family."
Being in such close proximity, they wordlessly came the same decision. Bridging those last few inches, they shared their first kiss. It was moments before tongues were sliding against each other as they each tried to take in as much of the other as they could.
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True to his agreement, the driver paused at Frost Oak farm. The two men hopped out with their boxes of food. They approached the house and knocked on the door. Balvor opened it cautiously, but threw it wide open when he saw who it was. "Argis!" he said with a grin, "What brings you back around here?"
Selta bustled up beside her husband when she heard Argis' name and managed a polite smile for Ard. She looked back to her brother as he spoke, "We have some gifts for you. We aren't going to be in town to actually eat them, so we thought we'd drop them off for you on our way."
Balvor's smile fell and his brows contracted slightly as he cautiously said, "We don't need charity."
Stepping forward slightly, the Altmer said with a small smile, "But no one likes waste, correct? We didn't want good food to rot needlessly and with such healthy, growing boys we figured it would be better used here."
Argis mentally sighed in relief as he heard Ardanthis' reason. While all of them knew that farm like was difficult and hunger was a constant enemy, it would have shamed Balvor to admit he was unable to care for his family. Selta's husband seemed to accept the reason as honourable and not an act of charity. They accepted the boxes of food with thanks and invited the pair in.
"I'm sorry, Selta, but we can't stay. We have to continue on to Riften."
The woman's interest was suddenly piqued and she asked in a teasing voice, "A why are you going to Riften? You aren't getting married are you?"
Argis blushed and Ard nearly laughed at the big Nord as he was so easily embarrassed. He listened with interest as the housecarl replied, "Well, yes, I am."
Selta was taken aback by this. She had not expected him to actually answer in the affirmative. She stammered out, "But...oh. Well, where is she? Is she in the wagon still? You must fetch her so I can meet my new sister in law. It was gracious of your thane to allow you to marry her."
Ard coughed slightly and looked to Argis, letting the Nord break the truth to his sister. Turning an even deeper shade of red, the blonde warrior said softly, "There is no one else in the cart. I am marrying my thane."
His sister's expression could not have been more shocked as she flicked her gaze between the two men. She quickly mastered her shock and nodded to her brother, warmly saying, "Then I wish you all the best."
She approached the Altmer hesitantly and stood before him. Her eyes looked over his strong featured as she stared up into his face. Ard kept silent and returned her gaze, unsure of how he should react to this kind of scrutiny. Selta suddenly threw her arms around the elf and said in a hoarse voice, "Welcome to the family, Ardanthis. You take good care of my brother, because I've only seen him twice in the last two decades and I don't want to lose either of you now." The elf hesitantly returned the hug and she could feel his nod.
"I am more than capable of taking care of myself, Selta," said Argis in a slightly testy voice.
Releasing the elf, she pointedly looked at her brother, "Then how did you get all those scars? You can't do everything alone, Argis, and I want to be sure that your – husband will be there for you."
Ardanthis cleared his throat, "I can assure you that I will be there for him." He also pointedly looked at Argis before continuing, "I already have been, haven't I, Argis?"
The warrior threw his hands up in exasperation but couldn't hold in a smile.
Balvor remained conspicuously silent throughout the entire exchange and his eyes flicked between speakers as he stood in the doorway with his arms crossed. His wife stepped back and nudged him slightly with her elbow and murmured, "Come now, Balvor, don't be so stiff. This is a happy occasion."
Completely ignoring the elf, Balvor looked sadly to Argis and said slowly, "You couldn't even find a Nord?" before turning away and re-entering the house.
Selta looked down with shame for a moment but quickly tried to recover and smiled at Argis, "He'll come around eventually, you know." She reached out and took his hand and added, "Go and get married. Come back when you are united through Mara."
The two men left the farm with light hearts, despite Balvor's comment. They returned to wagon and resumed their travels.
The journey to Riften was a long one and the wagon pulled off the roads in the nights to allow the horses to rest. Though the driver didn't ask for it, his two passengers helped him care for the horses and make camp. They also split the watches between themselves, partially to give the driver a break and partially because they didn't trust him to remain awake. Outside of the moving wagon, conversation flagged and the thane and his housecarl were more reserved. The wagon driver was not an unkind person, but he was gruff and focused on his profits. He also seemed somewhat paranoid of his two passengers and only slept begrudgingly. The thane and his housecarl were too in love to care about the baseless fears of the driver, but did their best not to agitate him.
After the first few nights, the driver's fear seemed absurd as the excitement in the two other men built. The large lake that Riften was built next to came into view and Ardanthis gave Argis' hand a small squeeze as the wagon rumbled up to the stables that sat outside of the city. Jumping out of the back with their packs, Ardanthis paid the driver the rest of the sum he was owed.
They entered the city and looked around at the wooden buildings and vertical building style. The tall buildings reminded the two men faintly of Markarth in that both cities were tiered. After asking for a few simple directions at the inn, they headed for the large Temple of Mara.
Entering into the warm and well lit interior they were met by a smiling priest in simple brown robes.
"Welcome to the Temple of Mara, friends. Do you require healing, or is there something else you need of us?" he asked.
Ardanthis stated simply, "We would like to arrange a marriage."
Nodding, the man inquired, "Is it for the two of you? Mara smiles on all unions of love."
Argis was relieved that the priest hadn't hesitated to give his assent or made the process more difficult than it already was. There was no condemnation in the priest's eyes or judgement in his voice. There were no unasked questions lingering unspoken as he smiled at the two men.
The elf straightened his back and nodded briskly at the priest, adding, "I am...less than familiar with marriage customs in Skyrim. Is there anything I need to know to do?" Though he appeared to be confident, it was clear he was nervous over this point. He did not like to look ignorant.
Smiling softly, the priest shook his head, responding, "Skyrim does not generally have overly ornate weddings, and many people choose to get married in their everyday clothes or armour." Chuckling, he continued, "Of course, they usually choose to polish it up a little to make it more presentable."
A sigh of relief escaped the Altmer as he asked, "So, when will the marriage ceremony actually occur?"
The priest shrugged, "Marriage ceremonies do not take long, so tomorrow if you prefer."
"To-tomorrow?" stammered the elf in surprise. He quickly recovered his composure and continued much more serenely, "We will be ready for tomorrow. Thank you, priest of Mara."
They left the church to rent separate rooms at the Bee and Barb. They were each nervous about the marriage, but not apprehensive. There was no regret or second guessing, but how could they not be afraid with such a momentous time lying directly ahead of them?
Separate rooms were chosen despite their having shared a room before. They didn't want to try to share a room this time due to the added tension over the next day's marriage when it was mixed in with the newly liberated sexual tension they both felt. Speaking softly, they agreed that Argis would be the first to arrive at the temple and that the thane would come shortly after.
Ardanthis quietly breathed in and out, meditating in his room. He knew his armour was in pristine condition, but he wanted to make his wedding grander than the simple affair the priest seemed to accept. He could hear the soft scrape of Argis' whetstone moving along his blade and the warrior made soft noises as he prepared his own armour for the coming day. Ardanthis mentally sighed, imagining the warrior in his gleaming armour. He did not want to shame his love by showing up in just his leather armour, not when he knew he could do so much better.
An idea suddenly struck him and he grinned like a fool as his hands began to softly glow green.
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The heavy thud of Argis' footsteps going down the stairs told Ardanthis that his future husband had departed for the church. He rose up off the bed and began to chant softly as he traced his fingers down the armour in arcane patterns. The runes initially flared green for a moment before fading away, but the elf knew that they were still there. He was prepared for the process, so it did not take him long to make the necessary marks. He quickly followed in the housecarl's footsteps and made his way down the stairs. Pausing for a moment at the innkeeper, the wizard paid the man for a single room for that night. Ard briskly headed for the temple, excited, fearful, and resolute all at once.
Riften itself paid no attention to this particular elf as he strode quickly through the streets. The city was too intent on its own secrets and worries to particularly care that one man was headed towards the one of the most important moments in his life.
The Temple itself was grand without being ostentatious. It was constructed of simple wood like the rest of the city, but it was sitting on a slightly higher section of the city. Quickly climbing the stone steps to the Temple, the High Elf stood at the doors with his palms sweating inside of the leather gloves he was wearing. He nervously took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine a life with someone other than the housecarl, but he couldn't see himself next to anyone else. Argis didn't love him for his wealth or his position as a thane, but for himself. While he knew he could – maybe even should – marry someone more powerful, Ardanthis didn't need what they offered. He could achieve wealth and power on his own terms, but love and joy? Those could not be found in the bottom of a deserted fort or in the back of a cave. He opened his eyes, certainty filling and calming him, before turning the door handle.
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Argis had entered the temple earlier than his love, as they had agreed on. His armour gleamed in the torchlight as if he were going to perform in a military parade and had a crowd to impress. He didn't care about impressing anyone but the man who would walk through that door and meet him here. He constantly fidgeted as he waited, and the inability to know whether the elf would actually come for him greatly worried him. He quickly chastised himself, how could he doubt his thane? A little voice in the back of his head whispered about the mortification that would await him if he was stood up, but he refused to let that fear cow him.
The temple attendants went about their usual duties quietly and gave him space and silence in which to wait. He looked to the statue of Mara and tried to trust her, to just let go of uncertainty, but he couldn't master that feeling. A nervous energy filled him as he again forced his hands to fall still, but his fear would not be banished easily. He quietly wished Ardanthis would hurry and enter the church to vindicate Argis' faith in him. He wanted to believe, truly believe, in someone and he hoped that Ardanthis would be the person who didn't let him down.
The door clicked and Argis' heart leaped at hearing the sound he had been waiting for. He looked over to the door as his worries snidely hissed that lots of people used the temple, and his love wouldn't come through the door. A hush fell over the temple as the attendants looked up at the elf who quietly entered the temple and closed the door behind himself.
Ardanthis looked up to Argis and smiled softly. The wizard's grin widened as a soft, green luminescence poured up out of his armour. Walking forward, the green light seemed to stretch and form tendrils around the wizard before detaching to serenely circle the wizard. He slowly made his way up the aisle to Argis who looked with wonder at his fiancée. A soft chiming noise accompanied the whirling arcs of gentle magical energy.
The elf approached the altar and took his place across from Argis. Ard held out his hands as green light altered its pattern to encompass the warrior in its slow laps around the wizard. The light reflected off of his brightly polished armour, mantling the warrior in his own soft light.
Unhesitatingly Argis reached out and grasped the wizard's outstretched hands. He felt a strange but not unpleasant tingling in his hands as they connected with the softly glowing ones of the man he was to marry. The glow that lingered on the elf immediately faded, though the whirls of green continued their slow dance around the two men. Argis looked down in surprise as a small, chiming white light formed between their clasped hands and shot towards the ceiling, dragging the ethereal green strips with it. It hung there as a soft and wordless song began to spill out of the white light which seemed as delicate as the green strips that wavered around it. The green light began to dip and rise to the music as if it were dancing to it.
Argis tugged his gaze down from the glowing orb to the widely grinning face of the Altmer. "It's beautiful," he said softly.
Gently brushing back a stray strand of hair from Argis' face, the wizard said simply, "I know the priest said that there was little emphasis put on flashy weddings, but I wanted this to be special. I wanted it to be more than acceptable to you."
His eyes roved up to the glowing, musical orb and looked back to the wizard with an appreciative smile, "It's more than I ever expected. I never really had a dream set out for a wedding, but this? This surpasses anything I could have imagined. Many, many people never even make it to the Temple of Mara for their weddings."
The priest approached the pair, his approach delayed by his own wonderment with the wizard's spell. He looked to the two smiling men, their hands clasped, and intoned, "We stand here, before Mara to join these two souls together, to bind them in love so that their hearts may never know loneliness again. Mara smiles on joyous unions and the happiness of mortals is her happiness. She is the one who taught us to love, and it is by her grace that we find sanctuary in the heart of another. In this world, it is often said that the value of true love exceeds all the riches of Tamriel. Mara is she who unites two disparate people so that they may share this wealth with one another." He looked to Argis and continued, "Do you, Argis the Bulwark of Frost Oak farm, housecarl of Markarth, take Ardanthis the Dragonborn, thane of Markarth to be your husband?"
Argis stated clearly and loudly without ever breaking eye contact with the wizard, "I do. I will cherish and love him with everything I have and am."
Nodding, the priest looked to Ardanthis and asked, "Do you Ardanthis the Dragonborn, thane of Markarth take Argis the Bulwark of Frost Oak farm, housecarl of Markarth to be your husband?"
"I do. We will always be united, even if we're miles apart," answered the wizard, his eyes sparkling with delight.
"Then, under the eyes of Mara the goddess of love, you are a unified couple. May your love be the inseparable bond that links you both together without fail!" declared the priest.
The attendants clapped loudly as the two newlyweds met in a passionate kiss and the glittering light over their heads burst into large streamers of light and sang out a triumphant paean before fading away. Everyone else in the temple was amazed by the magical display, but Argis and Ardanthis only had eyes for each other.
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They rushed back to the Bee and Barb, grinning excitedly at each other. Late afternoon light illuminated the inn's interior but the couple didn't pause to enjoy it. They hurried past the inquisitive eyes of the Argonian innkeeper and up the stairs to the room that Ard had rented.
((Graphic sex will begin shortly after this, feel free to skip to the next chapter. There won't be any plot relevant information below, just smut.))
They burst into the room, and immediately closed the door behind them. Breathing heavily, they stood apart for a moment as they drank in the form of the other before crashing into each other. Gloved hands roamed hard bodies as they passionately kissed. Breaking apart they immediately began to undress. The wizard turned to the door and snapped out a short spell, causing the door to glow green before the gentle glow swept out around the walls. "We're not going to be heard or interrupted," said the wizard in a husky voice. He continued in a softer tone, "I've given us what privacy I can." Though each would have preferred to have their first time happen within the safe confines of Vlindrel Hall, neither was willing to wait to return to Markarth.
Argis nodded his thanks as he slid his gloves off and threw them in a corner. The efficacy of the wizard's spell was immediately noticeable as the gloves didn't thud as they hit the wall or the floor. The warrior looked with surprise to the gloves as he began to work on the straps that held his armour to him. Lust made his fingers clumsy, but experience allowed him to quickly take it off. This would not be the first time he had to take his armour in a lust-fueled haze, so the warrior was familiar with the difficulties. He knew he had to concentrate for a short time on the immediate task of disrobing. His sheathed sword and shield were quickly removed and thrown to the side. With another soundless impact, the shining breastplate landed in the corner with the gloves and armaments. Two smaller impacts followed the breastplate as the warrior's boots landed on top of the pile without gentle thuds of their own. His greaves were slightly more complicated to remove but he removed them with a small struggle and they landed on the pile in the corner. The warrior breathed a relieved sigh of comfort as he was clad only in his soft cotton shirt and pants. He looked with amusement at the wizard.
Ardanthis most definitely did not possess the same agility and dexterity in lust as the Nord did. He managed to remove his gloves and had pitched them into a different corner from Argis' pile and his two swords immediately followed it in a graceful arc. He fussed with his cuirass straps as Argis sank back onto the bed and watch the elf work. Giving the wizard a small smile, the warrior pulled his shirt off, exposing his rippling torso.
To Ard, Argis looked like the epitome of archetypal masculinity. He was hairy without being overly hairy, muscular, scarred, and confident. His scarred features did not detract from his appearance, but rather lent them an air of fierceness. The wizard looked at the shirtless warrior and struggled all the harder with his straps, swearing under his breath in elvish.
With an easy grace the warrior rose from the bed and approached the struggling elf. He had hit the point where he knew what was coming and wasn't nervous. Gently, he finished unbuckling the wizard's cuirass and stepped back. The wizard quickly removed his belt as he stared at the warrior.
Enjoying the wizard's gaze, Argis sat back down on the bed and slipped his pants off. Sitting before the still-clothed wizard with only his loincloth keeping his modesty in check, Argis grinned as the wizard struggled to remove his own pants.
Gently massaging his own loins, the Nord watched as the wizard removed the last of his own armour and flung the boots and leather pants off to the side. The wizard wasted no time in pulling off his own shirt.
The elf was not nearly as muscular as Argis, nor was he as hairy, but the sight of his lithe body made the Nord's fingers and hand work faster. There was a definite erection building under the loincloth. As soon as the wizard stripped down to his own loincloth he approached the reclining warrior. With a small tug of a knot, Argis opened his loincloth and revealed his now fully erect dick. Gently stroking himself, he looked to the wizard for a reaction.
"Gods, Argis. You're a horse," said the wizard in a low voice full of appreciation.
Argis enjoyed exhibiting his thick, ten inch cock and knew the effect his completely revealed body was having on the Altmer. He knew that his rock-solid thighs nicely bracketed the large genitals that lay between them and he softly said, "Let's see what you've got, love."
Tugging his own loin cloth off, the wizard chuckled slightly as he sank down onto the bed next to the warrior, muttering, "Oh nothing as grand as yours." Argis saw that the wizard spoke the truth. The golden erection was only eight inches long and slightly thinner than the warrior's but Argis loved it anyway.
The wizard gently touched the warrior's penis, stroking it slightly, and softly asked, "So, who's going where?"
The Nord massaged his own balls and replied, "I'm good in either position, so it's up to you."
Hesitatingly slightly, the elf said, "I've never really been taken up there..."
"Then I would be honoured to receive the Dragonborn's seed," said Argis with a great deal of gravity.
With a small smile, Ardanthis leaned in to kiss Argis. He said in a soft voice, "In here, I am not dragonborn and you are not a housecarl. We simply are." He then slowly ran his tongue down Argis' chest, diverting to go over a hard nipple, as he made his way to the warrior's cock.
With an easy grace, the wizard bent over Argis' groin and ran his tongue along the underside of the blonde's heavy erection before taking the tip in his mouth. Argis groaned in satisfaction and closed his eyes as the elf gradually took the whole thing in his mouth. Ard began to bob up and down vigorously, having flattened his cheeks against the Nord's erection. The Nord grunted in pleasure as the elf's tongue swirled over the head of his penis.
He placed a gentle hand on the back of Ardanthis' head, quietly urging the elf to take it all with each bob. Complying, the wizard increased the pace of his bobbing and took it in until his nose pressed against the warrior's groin. Argis began to moan in pleasure as he gave small, involuntary bucks of his hips. He gradually fell into a rhythm with the elf and gave tiny thrusts to match the wizard's bobbing.
The excitement of fulfilling what his heart had wanted for a long time brought Argis to the brink faster than normal. Knowing he was going to bottom for his thane, the Nord didn't hold back his first orgasm of the night.
He began to thrust into the wizard's mouth faster, and eventually held the Altmer's head still so he could better thrust into it. He clenched his eyes shut, giving out a small moan of ecstasy as he shot hot, milky cum down the wizard's throat.
The wizard gagged for a moment before swallowing and riding out the warrior's last few thrusts. Withdrawing from the High Elf's mouth, the Nord stroked his face and murmured his thanks. Climbing further up onto the bed, Argis put his hands on either side of the pillow and got to his knees. "I'm ready love," he said in a slightly hoarse voice.
Argis could feel the elf get behind him on the bed and took a deep breath in and let it out. He tried to relax himself to make Ard's entrance less painful, but the excitement of this wish fulfillment was too much for him. It was not just sex with another man, but sex with his man, his husband and love. The wizard did not immediately begin preparing Argis, but soothingly let his hands wander and massage the warrior. His hands explored Argis' thighs, his hanging genitals, and the ripple of his abs before sweeping back up to his ass.
A penetrating finger suddenly reminded the warrior of the importance of relaxing and he blew out the breath he didn't realize he had been holding. The invading finger slid into the warrior and brushed along the walls of Argis' tight passage. Argis let out a wanton groan as the elf's finger grazed his prostate. Gently massaging it for a moment, the thane pulled his finger out. Ard murmured soothing encouragement as he slid two fingers into the housecarl and scissored the warrior.
The warrior felt something warm and wet – lube – being gently massaged into his rectum. The wizard asked, "Are you ready?" and the anticipation could clearly be heard in his voice. Argis nodded, feeling a strange sort of excitement at being able to finally be with Ardanthis in this way.
He gasped slightly as the head of the wizard's cock slipped into him. The wizard let Argis adjust to his cock before he began to slowly move in and out of the housecarl. Argis gave a breathy moan of pleasure as the wizard hit that pleasure giving bundle of nerves that lay deep inside of him. He quickly established a rhythm with the wizard, pushing back into every thrust.
The spellcaster's hands sat on the warrior's hips, but they gradually began to move and slip over the warrior's body. Argis enjoyed the accompanying sensations when coupled with the steady thrusts. He had long since closed his eyes and let his head hang, enjoying the sensations the wizard was giving to him. His brow furrowed for a moment as he realized that he still felt warmth even after his husband's hands had moved. He opened his eyes and cast a glance over his shoulder and saw Ard's hand aglow with the golden light that had so often healed him. Meeting his gaze, Ardanthis' hands flared to a new radiance and the warrior felt a rush of euphoric energy sweep through him. He could distinctly feel the two sources of that energy, Ardanthis' hands, moving around his body. He felt one of them slide underneath him and grip his erect-again dick and smoothly pump it.
The flow of magical energy and dual stimulations were too much for the warrior and with a shuddering cry he disgorged another torrent of cum.
He closed his eyes again, overwhelmed with all of his body being overwhelmed by pleasure. Losing track of time with the smooth rhythm of their lovemaking, he was surprised to feel the elf's thrusts suddenly get more forceful and energetic. He understood why though, as a moment later as a wet warmth filled him. The wizard's cum was accompanied by a massive burst of golden light which painted a sunrise behind Argis' closed eyes. He knew time had passed, but he wasn't sure how much. He has lost his sense of how much in the warm and glowing sensations, though.
He quickly reached one hand to his own cock as the wizard slowed down and stroked himself. He was so close to completion that he pushed himself over the edge, but his body was spent and only a dribble of cum came out of his wildly twitching dick.
Slipping out of Argis with a happy sigh, the wizard slid off the bed and stood on shaky legs. Argis himself moved slowly, gently testing his muscles and expecting to find them stiff, but he was pleasantly surprised to find he felt little pain at all. He sighed slightly as he felt warm cum ooze out of his ass and he said, "That was...amazing, love."
The wizard staggered over to a spare blanket to the side. He gently pulled the big Nord off the bed and threw the new blanket over the wet spot Argis had created and then sank down onto the bed, tugging the warrior down too. They were both sweaty and exhausted, but joyous.
"I love you, Argis," said the elf with an emphatic simplicity.
The housecarl ran a hand along the wizard's damp locks, "And I love you."
Their words were not the dramatic poetry of bard's tales, but a declaration of the simple love between two individuals.