Chapter Summary – Miranja and Haelga enjoy each other, then Miranja and Faendal enjoy each other after Miranja shares the events of the evening with him.
***Author's note: If you were hoping for another explicit sex scene with Faendal, I'm afraid I must disappoint. This chapter was so long after Miranja's time with Haelga, I didn't want to make it any longer. The sex with Faendal is simply implied.***
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It was very late in the evening by the time Miranja and Faendal returned from Fort Dawnguard. They'd found Durak almost as soon as they arrived, practicing with his crossbow. He told Miranja he had joined the Dawnguard to avenge the two wives he'd lost to vampires. Miranja had expressed her condolences and decided it was probably better not to try to flirt with him, at least not at this point. Maybe later they would get to know each other better and see what happened from there.
They'd met Isran and picked up a few items like weapons, a shield, gauntlets, boots, and helmets, but the actual armor was nowhere to be found – yet. They'd stumbled upon a sort of underground training course where they'd found some elemental bolts as well as a couple of books Miranja had never seen before, which she nabbed for her collection. Miranja was still undecided whether she really wanted to become a vampire hunter, but she had to admit the crossbow was pretty great, and the armor was kinda sexy. She figured there couldn't be any harm in accepting Isran's assignment to investigate Dimhollow Crypt. It would be a good test to see just how involved she wanted to get.
Miranja poked her head in briefly at the bunkhouse to let Haelga know she was back and hadn't forgotten their meeting, then she and Faendal returned to the inn. The dinner crowd was mostly gone; only Maven and Hemming dallied over their after-dinner drinks at a table, and Romlyn was still at the bar regaling a rather indifferent Keerava with another of his tall tales about his grandfather Valen.
They procured some lukewarm leftover soup, bread, and butter for a late dinner, and a kettle of water for bathing, then took it all upstairs to their room. Faendal bathed first while Miranja scarfed her food, then Miranja bathed and cleaned her teeth while Faendal ate his supper on the bed.
"If everyone else at the bunkhouse will be asleep upstairs," Faendal commented with his mouth full, as Miranja prepared to put on her best dress, "I'm thinking about slipping in about an hour after you leave here and listening at Haelga's bedroom door." He grinned wickedly at Miranja, and she gave him a scolding look.
"You're a grown man, and you can do what you want, but I'm neither going to encourage nor discourage you. Just know that I'll gladly share the details with you when I get back."
Faendal took a healthy swig of his mead before coming up behind Miranja and stopping her in the middle of donning her dress. It was still gathered around her shoulders and her arms were in the sleeves and raised above her head as she prepared to let it drop, but Faendal put his arms around her and stopped its descent as he filled his hands with her breasts.
"You'd better," he intoned in a low, playfully threatening voice. He stooped down and ran his tongue up her spine while tweaking her nipples, and her crotch twitched. Faendal surely knew the effect he was having on her, because he slid one hand down her side, over the slight swell of her lower belly, and probed between her legs with his warm fingers. Miranja was trapped by her half-donned dress and was helpless to stop him.
"Faendal, this is very undignified," she complained. Faendal chuckled evilly and pressed his pelvis against her ass so she could feel his hardness.
"So rare to see you in a truly compromised situation," Faendal smirked.
"Sweetie, I do so love playing naughty games with you, but I'm kinda late."
Faendal sighed and gave her breast one last squeeze and her pussy one last sensuous rub, then stepped back and helped her finish pulling down her dress. "Wish I could go with you and join in."
"Maybe one day soon," Miranja told him, turning to him and kissing him long and sweet. Going to see Haelga in this already-aroused state might make it difficult to ease into it with Haelga, but she did love the sexy feelings Faendal had ignited.
"Ugh, Y'ffre take it all," Faendal cursed quietly in frustration. "If I actually do get to sleep after you're gone, you better wake me when you get back."
"I will," Miranja promised.
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Miranja quietly opened the front door of the bunkhouse and leaned in, looking around.
"Haelga?" she called quietly. She listened for a response, but instead of a verbal reply, Haelga opened her already ajar bedroom door and beckoned her in. Miranja moved quickly and stealthily around the counter and slipped into the room, and Haelga closed the well-oiled door silently behind her.
Once inside the room, Haelga went to the night table, where she'd pushed aside her Argonian Maid books and Falmer blood elixir to make room for a bottle of alto wine and a pair of goblets. "Wine?" she asked in a hushed voice.
"Please," Miranja replied with a smile and a nod, equally hushed.
Haelga poured the wine and handed a cup to Miranja.
"I hope you don't mind sitting on the bed," Haelga said, and Miranja could see Haelga's pulse in her throat.
"Are you nervous?" Miranja asked as she sat next to Haelga on the side of the bed and sipped the wine.
"Strangely, yes," Haelga admitted. "I have no problem with initiating sex with men, and I'm totally in my element then, but this is unexplored territory and I'm not sure how to handle myself. I don't like feeling this way." Haelga took a healthy swallow from her goblet.
"Well, I hope I can put you at ease. You sure you still want to do this? I won't be offended if you tell me you've changed your mind."
"This is a sort of challenge I've set for myself," Haelga told her. "I'm ready to expand my sexual horizons, and I feel like this is the place to start. I don't back down from a challenge, and as you said, I'm hoping we can teach each other some new things. Getting past the awkward stage is just the hardest part."
Miranja shifted and put her knee up on the bed so that she could face Haelga. "So, you're used to being the initiator? I can relate to that. Not that I feel I have to be the initiator all the time. It's just that there seem to be rather few men in my life who feel comfortable initiating anything with me. Especially since word is getting around that I'm the Dragonborn. I think I intimidate a lot of people. Makes me kinda sad. Back home in Cyrodiil, I had no shortage of men trying to get into my smalls."
"I'll bet," Haelga smiled, shifting herself toward Miranja to mirror her and eyeing her exposed cleavage. "I grew up here in Riften and all the criminal types seemed to be particularly drawn to me. Bolli is the best thing that's ever happened to me, but for some reason his gold-digger wife has him wrapped around his finger so tightly I'll never have him all to myself."
"I understand that, too," Miranja sympathized. "That sexy Bosmer I'm traveling with is pining for a woman back in his village, and I'm crazy about him, but I guess I just kinda have him on loan until she figures out how she feels about him one way or the other. But if it's any consolation, you've at least gotten Bolli's interest enough to get him into your bed. And I've heard rumors that Nivenor is far from faithful to him, so it seems you're really doing him a favor. She probably makes him feel less than a man, and I suspect you make him feel like a king." She reached behind herself and set her goblet on the dresser at the foot of the bed.
"I do my best. Even though he's devoted to serving Mara and not Dibella, he's certainly one of the best men in all Skyrim, and it makes me sick the way Nivenor treats him. He deserves so much better.
"I'll be honest, though: I envy the way he dotes on her and gives her everything she wants. I may have been left this shitty bunkhouse by my parents, but it's hard work making sure all these people have what they need, and they don't even seem to appreciate it. Svana acts put out that I ask her to help around here because she's yet another mouth to feed. I've still had to bust my ass for everything I have in life. No one's handed anything to me. So why shouldn't I take my fun where I can find it?"
Miranja impulsively hugged Haelga, stroking her hair. Like Miranja, Haelga had let her hair down and brushed it smooth and shiny, and Miranja ran her fingers through it as Haelga embraced her back. She pulled back and looked Haelga in the eyes with a soft smile, cradling her head in her hands. She parted her lips and inclined her own head just a bit to signal that she wanted to kiss her, but waited for Haelga to show that she was ready for that step. Haelga's eyes shifted to Miranja's lips, and Miranja took that as her cue. She leaned in and tenderly pressed her lips against Haelga's. So soft…
Haelga didn't resist – in fact, she kissed back with rising passion. They shared a few more fervent kisses, and when Haelga started to become overpowering, Miranja pulled away.
"Easy now," she chided gently. "I thought maybe you might like to just lie back and let me do all the work – at least to start out. Relax and enjoy."
"Well, there's a concept," Haelga said wryly. "But I'll try. Old habits die hard."
"I know," Miranja replied in a soothing tone. "Let's get you undressed."
She started with Haelga's boots and stockings, skillfully massaging her feet and calves once they were exposed. She slid her hands up Haelga's smooth thighs, and Haelga, knowing what was next, raised her hips off the bed to assist Miranja in removing her panties. The apron came next, then once again Haelga had to lift her hips to pull the dress up and off. Her little bikini bra was last, and once it was off, Miranja lifted it up to the side, grinned, and opened her fingers to playfully let it drop to the floor.
Miranja gazed appreciatively at Haelga's pale, ever so slightly rosy skin, her rosy nipples, the neatly trimmed thatch of hair, slightly darker than the hair on her head, covering her mound. As Haelga didn't do anything particularly strenuous outside the bedroom, her figure was soft and curvy, unlike the other two women Miranja had been with so far, who were lean and slightly muscular.
"Fairer than fair," she told Haelga, smiling. She bent down to kiss Haelga again, then moved further down to tease her nipples to attention with her tongue and teeth.
Haelga moaned softly and whispered, "Bite me."
Miranja bit down gently on the nipple she was currently stimulating.
"Harder," Haelga panted.
Miranja applied more pressure, and with the hand she wasn't supporting herself on, she felt out Haelga's other nipple and twisted it firmly in her fingers.
Haelga moaned louder this time, but still not at full volume. "Mmm," she hummed, "there's a fine line between pleasure and pain, and you're dancing on it like a tightrope walker. Perfect."
Miranja switched out and used her mouth on the other nipple and twisted the first one in her fingers, while Haelga threaded her fingers in Miranja's hair and pulled it gently but firmly in her fist.
"Lie back," Miranja instructed in a throaty near-whisper.
Haelga did as she was told, lying back with her feet still on the floor, and Miranja stood up and wedged Haelga's knees apart to fit her legs between them. She kissed and licked her way from Haelga's breastbone to her mound, raking her fingernails down Haelga's sides with careful pressure as she went. Haelga expressed her pleasure and asked for a little more pressure. Miranja obliged, leaving heavy red scratch marks on Haelga's tender skin.
"Ahh, yes!" Haelga hissed fervently.
Miranja knelt at the side of the bed, parting Haelga's thighs and gazing upon her exposed, lovely pussy. She wasn't quite sure how to proceed with going down on Haelga, in light of her obvious enjoyment of a certain level of pain, so she started out being gentle, kissing her mound, parting her petals with a light touch, swirling her soft tongue around Haelga's button. She figured Haelga would let her know if she wanted more pressure, or teeth, or whatever, and sure enough, Haelga was quite frank about what gave her pleasure.
"Suck it," Haelga instructed. "Press hard with your tongue. Fuck me hard with your fingers."
Miranja had yet to be with a woman who wanted to be handled roughly, so this was new and rather odd to her. She felt uncomfortable inflicting pain on Haelga's most sensitive area, but Haelga was asking for it, so she did her best. Haelga moaned and clenched her fingers in Miranja's hair.
Miranja only had to work a few moments before Haelga groaned fervently, "By Dibella, I'm going to come so hard!" She spasmed and let out a strangled cry. It was obvious that she was restraining her vocalization of her pleasure to avoid waking anyone upstairs, but she might have been screaming if they'd been truly alone. Miranja smiled inwardly at being able to give Haelga such pleasure, but she was still somewhat bemused that Haelga seemed to be so aroused by pain.
"That was quicker than I expected," Miranja smiled, looking up at Haelga's flushed face and continuing to softly kiss and stroke her labia.
"New and exciting," Haelga said simply. "Never had a woman do that to me before, and it's… different. In a very nice way."
"Haelga, I'm curious. Why do you enjoy pain?" Miranja rose from her kneeling position on the floor, and came up to lie beside Haelga, propping herself up on her elbow and stroking and suckling Haelga's nearest breast.
Haelga thought for a moment. "It's partly a sort of trust thing. You're hurting me, but you're controlling how much you hurt me. You could do worse, but you don't. Somehow that just excites me. Also, that kind of pain is also rather pleasurable. It wakes up my senses and I feel more intensely."
Now it was Miranja's turn to quietly cogitate. "I think I understand that. Personally, I'm already quite sensitive and even just having my hand stroked is a sensual experience for me. I'll tolerate a small degree of pain, but too much would be overwhelming to me. Besides," she added, eyeing Haelga with a slightly rueful smile, "I get plenty of pain in my day-to-day adventures, pain that I certainly don't want."
"I can understand that," Haelga smiled. "So, you like gentle? I usually do forceful things to my men – I seem to get mostly men who need to be submissive because they're dominant in other ways – but I know how to be gentle. It's not all rough with Bolli. He likes that sort of thing, sure, but he needs tenderness, too. His wife tends to emasculate him rather frequently."
"Poor Bolli," Miranja murmured. "He really is a good man. I'm glad he has you. I just wish you could have him full-time. I think you'd be happier with someone solid behind you, someone devoted to you."
"It is what it is," Haelga sighed. "More wine?"
"I never finished the first cup."
"Neither did I." Haelga rose and retrieved their goblets, and Haelga raised hers in a toast. "To new pleasures and new friendships, for the love of Dibella."
"For the love of Dibella," Miranja echoed, tipping the rim of her goblet to touch Haelga's. She took a couple more swallows, then set her goblet aside again. "I want more of you."
"It's my turn to reciprocate," Haelga smiled. She set her goblet next to Miranja's on the night table. "And you're very overdressed for the occasion."
Miranja smiled naughtily and stood up to kick off her soft leather ankle boots. Haelga stood with her. She loosened the laces of Miranja's dress, and helped her get it up, over her head, and off – a backwards repeat of Faendal's action earlier in the evening. As was her custom when having a tryst, Miranja had eschewed smallclothes, so once the dress was off, she was completely nude.
"Wow, you're so… muscular," Haelga observed, looking Miranja's toned body up and down. She grasped Miranja's upper arms and slid her hands up and down, feeling her firmness. Miranja stood still and allowed Haelga to do what she wanted and go at her own pace.
"I feel like I'm hardly ever still," Miranja told her as Haelga stroked and cupped her breasts. "I had to cross the Jeralls to get here from Bruma, and since I've been in Skyrim, I swear I've been across the entire province at least three times. I'm constantly weary and constantly hungry. But I guess it's done a number on my figure," she grinned.
"I'll bet you get a lot of interest from men," Haelga smiled, now running her hands down Miranja's sides to her hips, not taking her eyes from Miranja's body.
"Enough," Miranja assented, nodding. "So far I haven't been turned down by anyone, although I've had to hold a couple of people at arm's length."
Haelga moved her hands around to Miranja's bum and pulled Miranja against her, tilting her pelvis up to grind a little. Haelga was a few inches taller than Miranja, and her legs were longer, so her crotch was more aligned with Miranja's lower belly than her crotch. She moved one hand up to the back of Miranja's neck and pulled her in for a delicious, languid kiss, and Miranja embraced her back, one hand on Haelga's ass and one in the middle of her back, trying to press her entire body against Haelga's. They kissed like that for a while, fanning the flames, getting back into the mood. Haelga wedged her hand in between Miranja's thighs and felt the wetness there, rubbing her finger back and forth over her clit and enjoying the smooth slickness and the sound of Miranja's impassioned moaning.
"I want to return the favor," Haelga whispered huskily, swallowing a lump in her throat. She pushed her middle finger gently into Miranja's hole, rotating it in a circular motion and eliciting a louder moan that was almost a cry.
"I'd love that," Miranja panted, already on the brink. "What do you want to do? Where do you want me?"
"Lie down across the bed," Haelga instructed. "I'll do it the same way you did it to me."
Miranja did Haelga's bidding, and Haelga stroked her body once more from shoulders to thighs, teasing her nipples a bit along the way, before kneeling and pushing Miranja's thighs apart. She hovered a little hesitantly with her face over Miranja's glistening vulva, inhaling her scent and finding it to be pleasantly musky and more arousing than she'd expected. She slid her finger up from the bottom to separate Miranja's petals, and gazed lustfully. "I've looked at my own in my hand mirror before," she murmured to Miranja, "but I've never seen another woman like this. They really are lovely, aren't they?"
"I think so," Miranja agreed. "Kind of like a sexy little flower."
Haelga could see Miranja's swollen clit and zeroed in on it, reminding herself to be gentle. She tentatively swirled her tongue around it, and found Miranja's taste to be more pleasant than she had anticipated. She went all in, closing her lips around it and sucking carefully while still swirling her tongue, and Miranja groaned in an agony of pleasure at the softness of Haelga's mouth.
"So I'm doing it right, then?"
"Oh, yes," Miranja moaned, getting up on her elbows so she could watch Haelga work. "Keep going. And fuck me with your fingers – please."
"Hold on," Haelga said, suddenly rising and going around to the other side of the bed, leaving Miranja hanging. "I have something better, if you're interested." Miranja turned to see what Haelga was retrieving, and when she saw the horker tusk she smiled naughtily.
"Don't worry, I keep it clean when not in use," Haelga assured her.
"I'm game," Miranja agreed, and Haelga hurried back to the south side of the bed with her toy.
"Tell me how far," Haelga said, slowly and carefully pushing the tusk in.
"There," Miranja told her, when she felt the rounded tip reach her cervix.
Haelga marked the limit by wrapping her hand around it there, and began moving it at a slow, sensuous pace.
"By the Nine, that's perfect," Miranja sighed. "Can you use your mouth at the same time?"
Haelga didn't speak, but answered by returning to the task she had begun earlier, and Miranja was deeply aroused at the sight and sensation of Haelga's painted red lips enveloping her labia and her soft tongue rolling around her sensitive nub. The combination of internal and external stimulation, and the excitement of first-time sex with a beautiful woman, had her rising toward orgasm within just a couple of minutes. Even in her ecstasy, she was mindful of this being new and strange for Haelga, and although she wanted to clamp her thighs around Haelga's head, she settled for grabbing fistfuls of her hair and pulling her face harder against her.
Haelga continued as Miranja's throes ebbed, and Miranja's oversensitivity caused her hips to involuntarily jerk each time Haelga's tongue flashed over her clit.
"Okay, stopstopstop," Miranja gasped, gently pushing Haelga away. Haelga looked a tad hurt, and Miranja was quick to reassure her. "You did amazingly well," she told her friend. "I just get horribly sensitive after I come, and can't stand to be touched there for a few minutes."
Haelga smiled and came up to lie next to Miranja, and they embraced and kissed again, stroking each other's skin. "I wish I wath that thenthitive," Haelga commented wistfully, then added, "Wow, my tongue feelth a little thwollen."
Miranja laughed in amusement. "That happened to me the first few times I went down on a woman. It gets better if you get lots of practice, but it happens again if you go a while not doing it." She giggled and smirked at Haelga, and Haelga giggled back.
"I feel tho naughty," Haelga grinned, "but I like it."
"How about another round, lovely?" Miranja asked, slipping her fingers into Haelga's still-wet slit and sliding to and fro.
"Mmm, yes, please," Haelga purred.
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About an hour later, Miranja quietly reentered the Bee and Barb. It was dimly lit now, with just a lantern or two to dispel the darkness. Keerava was not at the bar, and the silence was quite strange to Miranja. She'd never been in the taproom in the middle of the night. Hungry, she helped herself to the boiled cream treat on the counter, reminding herself to give Keerava the payment in the morning, as she hadn't taken her coin purse with her for her tryst. She searched under the counter for paper, quill, and ink, and left Keerava a note asking her to wake them if they didn't come down by seven in the morning.
The door to the rented room squealed a bit when she opened it slowly, but Faendal, who had fallen asleep in his loincloth, upside-down on the bed, with a book on his chest and the horn lamp on the wall still lit, continued to snore softly. She knew that his finely-tuned hunter's instincts would normally have caused him to awaken at the slightest sound; she attributed his heavier-than-normal sleep to the bottle of Black-Briar Select standing mostly empty on the floor next to the bed.
Leaning over him and expecting him to snap awake any moment and startle her, she pressed her lips gently against his slightly open mouth and stroked his long white hair. He was so damned extra sexy with his hair down. She smiled against his lips when his arms came up around her and he began kissing her back. She could taste the mead still on his mouth, and smell it on his breath. He hadn't even been asleep that long.
"How did it go?" Faendal asked, releasing her. He closed his book and tucked it under the bed where it wouldn't get stepped on.
"How do you think?" Miranja smiled, kicking off her boots. She pulled off her dress and draped it over the chair for the time being, then climbed nude onto the bed to lie skin-to-skin with Faendal.
"How long have you been gone?"
"A couple of hours."
"You promised to tell me all about it."
"Aye, I did, and I shall. But let's get properly situated first, love."
They stood and Faendal removed his loincloth while Miranja turned back the furs. Faendal was already semi-erect, and he pressed himself against her rear while she was bent over, drawing a surprised gasp from her throat. She hummed, stood up, and leaned back against him, reaching around behind to grab his butt and pull him tighter against her. His hands went to her breasts and pulled her firmly against his chest.
"I'm already getting hot just thinking about you two," Faendal murmured into her hair, his breath warm and moist on her ear.
Miranja smiled mischievously and ground her ass against his rod for a moment, then freed herself from his arms and slid into the bed furs. "Come, love, and let me tell you a story."