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Might try this... But welcome any other interested parties

OP I am on this, and in fact I think I may use it as almost a spin off to a fic I am writing now.
Nice touch on the size kink ;)

OP here, I'd love to see this picked up! Wonderful to hear you may be working on it.

Ah, this was lovely. Just the right amount of sweet and bittersweet. I could hear Ralof's voice throughout this piece.

Fourthed with the intensity of a thousand burning suns!

But if it's still unfilled when I wrap up my other prompts I'll try my hand at it, OP!

I had not considered dragons, but now my interest is well and truely piqued. Go for it, A!A!

I would love you forever if you could do this, lovely anon! :)

There has to be a reason by Tonilia wastes her septims buying the DBs stolen plates, cups etc.... sexy reasons.

Pretty straight forward. Tonilia and the DB have sex so she tolerates whatever junk they bring back for her.

No preference for gender of the DB.
In the mood for a Imperial DB, but any other human race should be fine

OK so this is the first time I have ever posted on this site. So I don’t know the tags, or actually how to work this site. I hope this is what the OP wanted. If you want to see the rest of the night let me know and I’ll finish it off. I had to break this up into two chapters because of character count unfortunately.

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Argis lay on his bed thinking of his Thane. For the first time in a while he had been left behind. It bothered him somewhat, but he needed the rest after the last few months. Especially lately, his
thought towards his new Thane wasn’t quite pure anymore.

The leading thought he had of his Thane always made his throbbed. Argis moaned quietly as he thought of his Thane draped over dinner table, his firm ass in the air, his tight puckered hole just begging him to be filled by him.

Slowly Argis reached down his strews and grabbed his throbbing member, gliding two fingers from base to tip where he lightly rubbed the slit, feeling himself beginning to drip. He smeared the wetness around his throbbing tip imaging it was his Thane’s hot, wet mouth surrounding him.

He moaned torturously as his hand glided along his length, images of his Thane head bobbing along his length planted firmly in his mind.

~ooooooooooo~

Mikhail walked into Vindrell Hall quietly. He knew Argis would be sleeping by now and didn’t want to alert his housecarl. He was tired, and cursing himself for not taking Argis with him. The missions would have been a lot easier and a lot more enjoyable as he watched his housecarl from across the fire as they camp. But unfortunately he hadn’t.

Mikhail hesitated when he heard a low moan coming from Argis’ room. With a quirk of his brow he silently walked over to his housecarl’s room. He knew Argis didn’t have company, the man never brought anyone here. The only conclusion he could come up with was Argis was sick. He had never heard his housecarl moan before, even when injured and was positive it was something serious.

Mikhail stopped at his housecarl’s door, his eyes widening at what he saw. Argis lay on his bed naked, legs spread, head thrown back in pleasure. His hand pumping slowly at his throbbing erection.

Mikhail swallowed thickly as he watched Argis. He knew he should leave, he shouldn’t be here watching him pleasure himself. And yet he couldn’t wrench himself away from the sight of Argis in the throes of pleasure. Mikhail felt his own manhood throb as he shifted, leaning against the door jam. He figured since he couldn’t pull himself to leave he might as well be comfortable as he watched.

“Mikhail…” Argis moaned through gritted teeth.

Mikhail stilled, thinking that he was caught. His eyes met Argis’ lust filled eyes as his housecarl stared at him heatedly. Mikhail swallowed thickly, shifting to ease his on throbbing shaft and the embarrassment of being caught.

“Sorry…” Mikhail muttered and forced himself to leave. He didn’t want to, what he wanted to do was leap on Argis and have his way with him for the next few days, or until his passion was sated, which ever came first.

“Never thought I would see you run,” Argis purred to Mikhail’s retreating back. He smirked as he saw Mikhail’s back stiffen.

Argis slowly his stroking as Mikhail turned, he had seen the heated look in the nord’s eyes, the tented leather pants. He was confident that Mikhail wanted him as much as he wanted the nord.

“Be careful what you ask for. If I join you, you will be begging me,” Mikhail purred as he stepped through the door and walked slowly to Argis. He smirked as Argis hand sped up, a low throaty moan coming from him.

And the rest of the story, more to come if anyone wishes it.

“If I join, I will be tasting every inch of you. When I am finished tasting you, I will have you in my mouth, my throat convulsing around your shaft until you come.” Mikhail purred into his ear, just before flicking out his tongue licking the sensitive skin just behind his ear.

Mikhail leaned back as he saw Argis’ hand leave his shaft. “Nuh-uh, keep stroking yourself, I want to see you come. I want to watch your face slacken in pleasure and I want to hear my name as you come.”

Argis wasn’t sure he could take much more of this. Mikhail scent was overwhelming him. The smell of sweat, blood, and mint that he always smelled of. His hot breath feathering across his sensitive skin, the purring words being whispered to him was too much. He could feel the pressure building, he couldn’t hold out much as long as his grip tightened on his shaft.

Argis, shouted, his spine bowing as he came when Mikhail’s hand glided over the sensitive head of his cock. “Mikhail” he shouted as he covered his stomach and chest with his fluid.

Argis lay there panting, staring up at his Thane with a sated look. He saw the heat in Mikhail eyes and his own body answering that heat even though he just had his release.

“Now we can have some fun,” Mikhail purred as he leaned over and cleaned Argis chest.

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Imperial men are so ignored in this meme, and undeservedly so! Excitedly awaiting this fill!

OMG yes! Cute lil Bosmer lovins!

Vilkas loves his Dragonborn wife, she is the other half of his soul. Apparently the other half of his soul can't seem to help her sticky fingers, and when he catches her, he must punish her once more.

**self fill** I got bored while waiting for my last chapter in their story to come back from the editor and wrote this. Not completely done yet, we'll call it a w.i.p.

Kinks: Spanking and hair pulling; some good old fashioned smuttiness too.

Vilkas awoke slowly, something niggling it's way into his dreams. The tiniest click of a door, a whisper of a step. Nothing more. In the blackness, he rolled over, arm automatically reaching for his wife, before he remembered she was in Solitude. He tried snuggling into the pillow, imagining it was his lithe, pointy-eared mate, but the pillow lacked a certain substance, and certainly wasn't curvy enough.

Jorrvaskr creaked and shifted about him, while he tossed fitfully in his bed for a bit. Eventually, he threw off the furs and stuffed his bare legs into a pair of breeches. Aimless, he stood, scratching his calloused hand over his chest absently while he ruffled his hair with the other.

Two years ago, he might have said his beast blood was making him antsy, but Farkas, Vilkas and his Bosmer wife had cured themselves of their lycanthropy quite some time ago. Thirsty, he reached for his water pitcher and found it empty. Damn, I forgot to have Tilma refill it after I washed my face. Pitcher in hand he made for the door.

It was as he was shuffling quietly to the main hall downstairs, that he noticed a faint hint of light coming from the shadows in the Harbinger's room. His wife's room. When he stayed in Whiterun--while she was out doing “Dragonborn stuff'”-- Vilkas preferred to stay in his old room in the ancient meadhall, where his twin, other shield-siblings and all the memories of childhood still resided. When she was in the city, they typically stayed in Breezehome, although they did use the Harbinger's personal quarters when too tired or inebriated to make it to their house. The privacy afforded by the modest home down in the Plains district was appealing when they were trying to have a little intimate time together. Not that his wife was in any way shy when it came to their lovemaking. She didn't give a skeevers ass end who heard or even saw them.

Silently edging closer, he saw the inner doors were open a crack, spilling out a tiny blue-white ray of light. She would come wake me first, she always does-so who is in her room? He heard a muffled curse and a soft thump, the furtive shuffling of paper.

Vilkas slid closer to the door, keeping to the shadows, certain a thief was rifling through his mate's belongings. A very stupid, unlucky thief. More to the point, his wife wasn't here to pull strings with the jarl to spring said ruffian free when she found out he had arrested one. This time. This time, she wouldn't be around to persuade the authorities to look the other way. Justice would be meted out.

He listened at the door, heard another thump, what sounded like a whole trunk being emptied onto the floor. Vilkas risked a glance into the room, and saw in the strangely colored-magical!- light, and a hunched figure in strange black armor, pawing through papers.

The thief had his or her back turned and in the light, all Vilkas could really make out was a short black cloak, pooling on the floor behind the intruder, a matching hood pulled up over the head. The heels of black leather boots made no sound as the person rummaging through his wife's belongs shifted slightly.

The big Nord slid forward carefully, making no whisper of sound, until he was right behind the lawbreaker on the floor before him.

Apparently having no luck finding what was sought, the intruder picked the very moment Vilkas was reaching out his hand to spin this insolent fool about, to utter a very familiar curse.

“Fuck me sideways, where is it?”

Vilkas hand froze in the air, a fingers breadth from his wife's shoulder. He had a number of options. The most appealing one was turn around and sneak back to bed. He could climb back in, warm the furs back up and wait for her to climb into bed with him; make love to her and pretend he hadn't seen any of this. Or he could surprise the hell out of her.

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...Or he could surprise the hell out of her.

Vilkas could feel the warmth of her body, was near enough to look down over her shoulder, admire the intricate leather embellishments on the hood. Frankly he was surprised she hadn't sensed him yet. Something had her pretty damned distracted, if he could sneak up this close.

He wasn't sure what she was up to, and the getup she was in was nothing he had ever seen before, although he had a few ideas. The supple black leather she wore didn't make him feel confident she was going to wear it into a pitched battle. No, everything about what he could see screamed she was up to something underhanded. Something to do with the Thieves Guild. Again. Which probably meant she hadn't been up to Solitude. And might even mean she was spending an uncomfortable amount of time with a certain red haired Guild member.

He hesitated a moment longer. He adored his beloved wife with all his heart, and for the most part, she could do no wrong. Except this. She knew how he felt about her “business” and her “partners”. Unfortunately for Vilkas, by the time he had found out the full extent of her involvement with the seedy underbelly of society, he was completely, helplessly in love, and bonded to her as mate. While she had never actually lied to him about her history, some particulars she danced around.

Vilkas almost turned away, but a part of him was furious that she was dabbling with the Guild again. She had promised not to indulge her particular little vice of robbing the painfully wealthy of their valuables. Yet here she was, sneaking around, in peculiar armor, in the dead hours of morning.

She slid her long fingers purposefully through the scattered paperwork, seeking something out. With a small sigh of relief, she lifted a slender, tiny cloth book. Vilkas had never seen it before, he was well acquainted with her every day journal book, and this was not it. She tucked it into an invisible pocket somewhere in her armor and began stacking everything else into a pile. More secrets!

Vilkas' hand curled into a tight fist and he exhaled slowly through his nose before unclenching his hand, and dropped it firmly on her shoulder. He forced all the good humor he didn't feel into his voice as he quietly said, “Oh, it's good to see you again, Dear!”

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“Oh, it's good to see you again, Dear!”

* * *

She jolted upright when his hand and voice reached her. The stack of papers slid and twisted away from her suddenly fumbling fingers. With her heart hammering in her chest, she straightened up, slowly turned into his arms. She looked up into the hard, stubbly planes of his clenched jaw, higher and met his glinting eyes.

“Vilkas! You nearly scared the piss out of me!” She let her fingers walk slowly up his bare chest as she quirked an eyebrow at him “What are you doing sneaking up on me like that?” His massive hands folded over hers, stopping the distracting, wandering digits with one hand while the other reached up and tugged the void-black hood from her flaxen head. Her glacier blue eyes narrowed slightly when his fingers bunched in her hair and tugged her head back.

“I was sound asleep, and then the sounds of someone burgling my wife's room woke me up.” He lowered his head, nose almost brushing hers as he seemed to stare into her very soul. “You know how I feel about thieves...” His fingertips traced the embroidered mask over the lower part of her face before roughly pulling it down under her pointed chin.

“Ah well-- as you can see, I'm not the thief you thought I was...” She stepped closer, pressing her long form against his. “It's good to see you too, Love.

“No, I think you're just the thief I thought you were. What is all of this...this...sneaking about, dressed in-what is that? Armor or pajamas? You promised to stop all of this!” His voice was still low, furious, barely contained. She could tell he wanted to shake her, but instead he breathed forcefully through his nose, trying to calm himself. He was going to punish her for this, but not here. It would be inappropriate to punish the Harbinger of the Companions in front of everyone. The noise would bring unwanted attention, and shame to her station. He easily swung her around, and pushed her towards the doors.

“Go home, wash up. Put on something decent. If you're still wearing that when I get home, I swear to Ysgramor, I'll cut it off of you!” Sensing that he was ready to start shouting, she turned away without comment, and slipped away, pulling her mask and hood back up over her features.

* * *

As she passed down the long, carpeted stone hall, she heard the soft snick of Aela's door closing. Great, she probably heard the whole damn thing! Shit, Vilkas seems pretty damned mad...she shivered and headed upstairs, intent on getting back to Breezehome before her husband-- and his threats to cut her Nightingale armor off her body. Although the thought of his hands on her body after that, well that was another tale...

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I need this in my life...

Not OP but please continue!!! I love this so far.

Vilkas stared at her retreating back long after she passed from sight and into the shadows. Eventually he exhaled, letting some of his disappointment and anger fade. He glanced down at the scattered pile of her papers, and knelt to gather them up. Why did she have to be so damned insolent sometimes? Damn it all to Oblivion, when she acted like that, he just wanted to turn her over his knee and spank her white, lovely ass until she gave in. Almost too bad she likes being spanked. He took his time straightening up her letters, tucked them back into the drawer she had dumped in her haste—so unlike her, she always closed everything when we were adventuring together more. What has her so ruffled? He straightened a few more things, picked up her forgotten travel pack, hefted its familiar weight over his shoulder. He would stop in his room and put on his boots, then walk the long way down to the house.

Vilkas pushed his way into Breezehome a short time later, calmer, but resolute. She needs to stop hiding things from me. He hung her pack on a peg and crept upstairs, skipping the two creaky ones by long habit. She was waiting inside, cross-legged on the middle of their big bed. Her face was clean of paint, clad in a simple linen dress. She was stupefyingly beautiful to him, with her wide spaced pale eyes, long wolfish nose, the way her brows would lift in amusement, her infectious smile. She had poured them each some mead, both cups sat untouched on a tray by the bed.

Vilkas stood at the end of the bed, staring at his wife, silver eyes tracing her lean curves through the dress. He never could help himself, when she was in his sight, nothing else registered. He helped himself to a cup of mead and sipped, silently, watching her hands flutter in her lap.

* * *

She knew from his silence, and the order to go wash and change he had something he was planning and she twitched a little in anticipation the entire time he was making his way here. She knew she could try to explain what was going on, but right now, she would only sound as though she was trying to justify her actions. No, she wasn't about to argue with him. I will explain what I was doing and why- His voice cut across her thoughts, bringing her back to where they were.

“Straps, and don't let go, or I'll make it much, much worse for you.” She meekly slid off the bed and reached under the mattress to pull out two long leather thongs, with loops sewn into the ends. Somewhat saucily, she scooted close to him at the end of the bed and looped the straps over her wrists. With pursed lips she slowly bent over in front of her husband, leaning over the end of the bed, arms stretched wide.

One of his huge hands came to rest gently on her hip, and slid slowly across the top swell of her ass, the other played across the back of her thigh, nails scratching through the thin fabric. She moaned a tiny bit at the caress on her sensitive skin. Abruptly, his hands were gone, and a tiny disappointed noise escaped her lips.

“None of that or I'll bind your mouth. Can't have you shouting our house down around us now can we?” He softly threatened, bending to remove his boots, ignoring the thrilling wiggle of her hips as she complained. When the boots were off, he wandered over to the nightstand, rummaging through, a scowl on his handsome face. He picked up a leather paddle and tested it sharply against his inner arm, but wasn't satisfied. He dropped it back in the drawer and closed it with his thigh. He would just use his hands, more enjoyment for him out of it that way.

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Angst and character development give me life, A!A. Take your time because the build-up is half the fun! I'm so excited that you're filling this prompt. Thank you again!

She was still bent over the bed, her eyes intently following his every move. When he strode back to her, she couldn't help a little involuntary shiver that started at her neck and traveled down her back. Vilkas' hands slid up her hips, bunched the fabric in his fist, wanting to tear it from her body. He restrained himself, letting drop with a hiss of linen on skin.

“What am I going to do with you love? I thought we discussed your extracurricular activities, and how you might keep me satisfied you're not bringing shame to the Companions. What have you been up to?” his fingers clenched tight on her hips. He didn't really expect an answer, at least not a serious one. Not yet. “It seems as though you've forgotten the last lesson I tried to instill in your heart and mind, lovely. Is it so hard to remember?” He was leaning over her, whispering in her long swept back ear, while one palm slid soothingly up her back, the other traced small soft circles over her round cheeks, still covered by her clothes. Briefly, he slid behind, pressed his hips to her ass, let her feel the hardness swelling in his pants, but stepped away again once she tilted her hips up to his satisfaction.

“I love you wife,” he paused and drew his right hand back and delivered a sharp slap with his open, relaxed hand, right across the fullest part of her cheek, “but-- you-- should-- not-- steal.” Each word was punctuated my the muffled slap of his fingers across her wigging behind. At the end of his sentence he gently used his nails to scratch up the back of her trembling thighs and across her buttock up her lower back, then down again to swirl idly, while he watched her. She was biting her lip, trying not to moan.

He stepped back, slowly sliding her skirt higher, until it was bunched loosely around her hips, leaving her perfectly shaped, small white behind exposed to his hungry eyes. “You have such a lovely ass, my love. It breaks my heart to have to mar it with big, red hand prints, but I'll do it because I love you.” his hand slipped down from her lower back, and as he traced the fullness under his hands, he let his thumb skim between her thighs, lightly brushing her slit before pulling away. It came back slick with her juices; Vilkas licked them appreciatively away while he admired the small crop of bright flushed hand prints showing up. “I see you're still not feeling particularly apologetic, are you?”

He leaned over to take in her facial expression when she mumbled in reply, seeing her eyes half closed, a slight flush of excitement rising on her cheeks. His hand hovered over her pert behind. When she didn't answer clearly enough, a sharp smack echoed through the room. She gasped out “Not yet! I'm feeling rebellious lover.” Her lips smiled though she bit her bottom lip as she waited.

Vilkas obliged with another crack of his hand, allowing it to slide lower, caressing her inner thigh gently. “You want this punishment, don't you love? Ah, the woes of having an unrepentant, naughty wife.” He punctuated the end of his lament with the sharpest smack yet, earning him a delicious wiggle of her toned hips and an appreciative intake of breath. “Naughty girl likes the spanking, doesn't she?” his hand rose and fell again, to stoke down further, ease his fingers into her wet folds, easily finding the tiny button and pressing firmly with two fingers on it. Her head flew back with a choked cry, hips grinding against his fingertips. Reluctantly, Vilkas withdrew his hand, pressed it against the stiffness of his cock for a moment. He had to focus, she still wasn't taking the lesson to heart.

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Her forehead rested heavily on the furs. She could feel each and every stinging print, hot and sultry on her ass. She squirmed, feeling the too cool kiss of the air wherever there wasn't a mark on her bum. She was tempted to let go of the straps she still held onto, just to see if that would prompt him into a more vigorous spanking. She waited instead, anticipating what he would do next. The heat spreading across her behind and into her sex was soothing and stimulating all at once. As Dragonborn, she was one of the mighty figures of legend; Ysmr, reborn. Always to be put on a pedestal, or slandered, by all of Tamriel. She was constantly in the public eye, having to bear up under their intense scrutiny and neediness. She had done things of such valor and grace, yet the need to maintain her station was the heaviest of burdens.

When she had a bit of spare time, she amused herself still with occasional bouts of thievery, as if trying to balance out the sheer, forced nobleness she had to project while on the road. Her closest friends knew most all her secrets, knew her for a warm, affectionate, bawdy, considerate person. In their minds, she was an easy combination of Dragonborn, and radiant, loving mer.

Vilkas knew her better, more intimately than anybody ever had. He understood that deep down, a part of her still ranted against the uncaring walls of her fate as Dragonborn. She had told him once how the Graybeards informed her that rules did not apply to her, apparently. She was unclear still how much freedom it meant she had, but by and large she didn't abuse the notion. People tended to shrug off almost anything marginal she did at any rate-- it couldn't always be helped. She was charismatic and powerful. Her husband knew that sometimes she needed to be able to be naughty, and held accountable for her actions; to not have the world sniff and say it was only a matter of time before it went to her head. To be able to surrender the burdens to someone who loved her like the sun, and wanted to support her, walk with her through life full, and content.

That he was willing to hold her deeds up in front of her and confront her with them-- in love, not uncaring judgment-meant a tremendous amount to her. When he came to her with her “punishment” as he called it, he was careful to never let his anger over-ride his senses. While sometimes harsh, and taunting, he was never cruel. Never malicious. It wasn't about that. If anything, it made her feel comforted, loved. To be able to submit, without lasting injury to her pride and station was a gift she kept close to her heart.

* * *

Truthfully, there was a part of her that did little things that would get her in trouble with Vilkas, just so he wouldn't shrug and go along with what she wanted. She remembered with a disturbing vibrancy the occasion he discovered she had become a little more reacquainted with Brynjolf than her husband was strictly comfortable with. Vilkas was furious, jaw clenched, trying to calm himself by breathing harshly through his flared nose. She had misjudged his reaction to her flip comment that followed, “Why does it matter, if I gave Bryn a little cocksucking? You don't seem to mind when I do the same for Farkas?”

His face paled suddenly, all the hot rage replaced by cold purpose. He grabbed her by the waist, dropped to the bed and slung her over his knees before she could react. “You will not sully our relationship with our brother by comparing it to you...soiling yourself with that thief!” One hand held her down over his lap while the other ripped her leather pants off, the seams parting explosively. Before she knew it, her loin cloth was yanked away, leaving small red welts trailing over her hips.

Over her shoulder, she saw his hand raise and hover a moment then fall. Oh Gods he's going to spank me! She struggled briefly against his lap, then his fingers were cracking across her bare ass, and lifting again. She bit her lip against the pain, eyes squeezed shut. Each time his hand spanked down over her behind, her flesh grew more flushed, and sensitive. She felt humiliated, bent over her husbands knee like a child. But you were acting like a spoiled child, now weren't you lass? I'd tan your lovely arse myself if you said such things! Why did her inner voice sound like Bryn all of a sudden? She laughed and then cried out again when his hand slapped her again.

“This is not funny!” He breathed in her ear. She cringed away from his fingers a bit, and in doing so felt how aroused she was becoming when her mound rubbed against Vilkas' thigh. She gave another experimental wiggle, before yet another sharp crack and another stinging smack made her shiver and moan softly.

Vilkas craned his head around and looked with disbelief at his mate. Her pupils were dilated, lips parted and trembling slightly. A blush of color was spreading down her face and neck. He traced a finger slowly down her rump, let in dip between her parted thighs. He encountered her slick folds and pressed his forefinger slowly into her, feeling her clamp down over him and pull. “By Ysmr! You're enjoying this!” he exclaimed. He felt his cock jump against her thigh eagerly. Why am I not surprised?

“That's me. Naughty, horny, bare-assed Dragon of the North. Were you done with my punishment, Love?” She wiggled her bare reddening ass, tilting it up so he had a better view of the sharp outline of his hands welling up through her white skin.
“I've only just started, filthy girl.” he replied in a husky tone. It was the first time he ever spanked her until she whimpered and curled up, apologetic in his lap after, to be comforted and then properly fucked. Nor was it the last.

O!P here! Just want to say that if you've read this far, congratulations! I hope you are enjoying, and I welcome feedback and comments, this being my first attempt to post anything here. There will be more when I'm not sucked into RL jobs and family life!

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