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As I said I have never written fluff. Hope you like OP. But to warn you I am sorry I didn't pick somewhere sunny, couldn't not with the cold weather we are having here. Well on with the story....

Tags: races: dragon, nord. Kinks: cuddling. Chara: Odahviing, Nord Dragonborn

Diibritah {mine beautiful hunter}

Adina grinned as she glanced at the dead bandits around her. She scowled when she felt a twinge in her side. She had been too cocky once more and one of the men had gotten under her guard. It wasn’t bad, but she knew as soon as Odahviing heard about this…. Yeah she didn’t want to think of that one. She could just imagine the lecture.

She tried brush the loose strands of hair from her, but grimaced when she came in contact with congealed blood. She glanced down at herself and took stalk, she wasn’t impressed by what she saw, she was covered in blood from head to toe.

She was about to search for a river where she could wash, but stopped dead when she heard the calling roar above her. She didn’t need to look up to see who it was, but she looked anyways, always loving to see the dragon fly and the sun glinting off of his crimson scales. She shouldn’t have been surprised, ever since that one night where he had kept her warm from a huge snow storm, the dragon had been keeping a close eye on her. Over the months they had grown very close. He considered her as his mate. It wasn’t possible for them to get married for obvious reasons, but that didn’t change anything. She never thought being with a dragon could make her feel whole, content, but he did.

She smiled softly as she remembered that time, how the dragon had draped his wing over her, keeping Skyrim’s cold air from her. His hot breath fanning her, giving her comfort through the night. The usual nightmare not haunting her as her dragon guarded her.

“Drem, yol lok, Debritah,” Odahviing greeted, hovering above her for a moment before landing.

“You couldn’t have showed up earlier?” Adina grumped as Odahviing landed nearby.

“And take away your fun? You could have called just as easily,” Odahviing answered. He stretched out his long neck, nuzzling her with his snout. “You smell of blood and battle,” he purred and licked along her armor. “Tasty too.”

“Forget it. You can wait until I’ve bathed,” Adina muttered, shoving his snout away with a half laugh.

“I could help you clean…” Odahviing rasped as he moved closer to his mate. His thick tongue snaking out, licking off some of the blood on her armor.

Adina moaned low, her body shaking. Odahviing chuckled and back away, “Go, bathe. I will keep watch over you.”

Adina walked away searching for a pond nearby, but there weren’t any. Odahviing followed her, “Mate, use the tub,” Odahviing said, motioning to the tub leaning against one of the walls. Adina smirked, and righted the tub, Odahviing shouted frost into it, then quickly melted it.

Adina sunk low in the tub, letting out a pleasurable groan as the hot water surrounded her. She sunk lower into the hot water letting out a blissful sigh as all her muscles relaxed. Her eyes snapped opened as she felt scales against her hand. “You should wash, so we can be away from this place,” Odahviing murmured, nudging her pack closer to her.

Quickly she cleaned, climbing out of the cooling water. The cold air never had a chance to touch her warmed skin as Odahviing moved closer, blocking the chill off of her. He wrapped her in one of his wings, holding her close to his natural heat. He breathed softly against her hair, his hot breath drying her hair. He purred softly as she curled against him in contentment.

“Where are we going?” Adina asked softly as she ran a hand lovingly along Odahviing’s scales. She reached up higher, scratching along the scales beneath his jaw and smiled as he purred.

“Mu kos siv drem {We are finding peace} ,” Odahviing answered, pressing firmly against the hand giving him pleasure. “Come, let us be off.”

I know this chapter is short, the next one will be out soon.

Adina mouth dropped as Odahviing landed. He had found place of peace alright. She jumped off of Odahviing’s back to land in lush soft grass, nearby but there was a pool of crystal clear water, being filled by a waterfall.
“Where are we?” she asked, her voice still filled with awe.

“My new lair. Ours if you wish, Diibritah.” Odahviing murmured as he moved closer to her.

“Geh Odahviing,” she answered with a smile and kissed him lightly on his snout. Her other hand reached up between his horn and scratched the softer skin there.

Odahviing lowered himself, so he was laying on the ground, curled around his mate. He watched as his mate relaxed and drifted off, allowing the peace of this place to surround her. Odahviing let out a contended sigh, resting his head on her legs and drifted with his mate.

Adina, rested her hand on her mate’s snout as the peace of this place lulled her into a tranquil state. She fell a sleep with a smile on her face.

Odahviing gave a raspy chuckle when he woke, Diibritah was still sleeping peacefully. He nuzzled her, lightly licking her, purring in pleasure of the taste of her.

He watched as her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled softly for just him. “Sleni grind,”{” {flesh meet} he groaned and nudged her onto her back where he could give her pleasure. He watched his soul dance for himer, his name on her sweet lips as he tasted her.

Alduin may have raised him, but she was his heart and soul. She held his soul for eternity. He moved with her, loving her, needing her. He whispered ancient words to her, words that let the createrscreators know that he belonged to her.

“Ziil gro dovah ulsa,” {Your soul is bound to me for eternity} she whispered, her words thrumming through him, binding them for all eternity.

They lay curled up panting, “It is said when joorre are married the gods bless them when they sleep. For us, we get a blessing, one for the dov,” Odahviing murmured, curling up to her.

“Hmm, what’s that?” Adina asked lazily.

“Restful soul. You’ll find peace through all your nightmares. My soul will be with yours,” Odahviing murmured.

“Sili,” {My soul} she whispered, holding his snout to her as close as she could.

The End

A Fierce Hunger

tags: race:orsimer, race:imperial, char:f!npc, kink:dub_con, kink:size, kink:bondage, kink:group_sex, kink:rough_sex, kink:anal

summary: A travelling Imperial seeks a night's peace at an orc stronghold. But when she goes inside, she realises she's the only female in a stronghold of hungry orcs.

Vianna wanted to reach Riften but her feet were protesting and her legs were throbbing. The journey had been long and she found herself hoping there would be inn on the road. Dusk was setting and - although she was tired - this was when Vianna appreciated Skyrim the most. The sky was beautiful; the air crisp, sharp and clear. She breathed in the freezing air, letting it invigorate her lungs and rouse her tired limbs.

Just when she thought she would have no choice, that she would have to keep walking through her exhaustion, she saw an orc stronghold in the distance. She sighed with relief and began walking again with renewed vigour. She had become blood kin to the strongholds some months ago but this was the first time she could take advantage of it while travelling.

She approached the wooden doors was a slight smile and creaked them open, peering inside. Unlike many strongholds she had seen, there was no one keeping watch and no one guarding the door.

She slipped inside and considered her next move. She didn't want to go into the longhouse unannounced - that seemed rude. So she lingered outside, looking at the weapons in the rack and admiring the orcish craftsmanship. Then she saw a movement out of the corner of her eye and turned. An orc male in fur armour was watching her, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Hello," She began with a smile. "I am hoping perhaps you have a spare bed for the night. I am weary - "

Another orc emerged from around the corner and said to the first, "Seize her."

Vianna tried to pull away as strong hands gripped her arms and pulled them behind her back. "No! You do not understand! I am blood kin to the orcs! We are allies - friends!"

"Take her into the longhouse. The Chief will want to examine her."

She squirmed as her mind whirred. Examine? Why would I need to be examined? She felt fear begin to pool in her stomach as they dragged her inside, not hurting her but certainly making sure she knew there was no option but to go along with it.

The longhouse was dimly lit and held four other male orcs, each of them more hulking and muscular than the one before. Then she saw what she assumed was the chief; he was huge, his skin a sage green, large tusks protruding from his bottom jaw and midnight blue war paint decorated his face. He stood when he saw her and the room fell silent.

Vianna squirmed in her their grips as their chief came towards her, getting bigger with each step. He came to a stop not two feet from her, looked her up and down with an odd depravity in his eyes. Finally, he looked to his two men holding her.

"Strip her. And tie her to the table."

Vianna's eyes widened, not quite believing what she was hearing. "Wh - no! You can't!"

But they all ignored her and she was encased in a wall of solid torsos as their hands pulled at her clothes, peeling the leather armour off her soft skin. She tried to fight them off but it was futile and she watched, helpless, as they tossed her bow and arrows across the room. Her armour followed and then, finally, her smallclothes. She tried to curl into herself but they all laughed - a great, rumbling storm around her - and picked her up into the air. She almost screamed but her voice had left her, making her protest more of a wail.

Passerby!Anon here looking forward to the rest of this!

I believe Sanguine would be pleased with this kink meme prompt.

He did, I think, not that he'd ever admit to Rozenn getting one over him :P

Thank you, kind Anon!

So I was just browsing the Recommend-A-Fill thread and I came across a fill (not written by me) that I think suits your prompt, OP. :)

Here's the link it! (http://skyrimkinkmeme.livejournal.com/3288.html?thread=1479384#t1479384)

They slammed her onto the table like a slab of meat and one held her small waist, practically salivating over her perky breasts, while the others lashed both of her wrists to the table. She tried to fight when they spread her legs but the one holding her waist leaned into her and she turned her face away.

"We've got to open your legs. How else will we see when your cunt's getting wet, eh?"

She screwed her face up at his foul words and he laughed, running his tongue up her neck.

With her ankles tied too, they backed off, the one at waist more reluctant than the others. Then they all looked over at something to her right. She turned her head as best she could and saw that their chief had settled himself in a large, almost throne like chair away from the action.

He took a slow sip from his goblet before saying,

"Use her as you will. But if any of you come inside her, you'll be sleeping outside the gate every night until your throat's ripped out by wolves."

The group of orcs all looked down at her on the table and she realised what was in their eyes: hunger. She whimpered, feeling even more vulnerable as they towered over her.

The one that grabbed her waist advanced first, taking up his previous position between her legs at the bottom of the table, her legs dangling off the edge and tied to the table legs. He gave her a grin, his huge hands slipping up her thighs and squeezing.

"Why are you doing this?" She demanded trying to sound forceful.

"Our women have gone." He said, his thick fingers brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. "We have not seen another female in months. We are...hungry."

"But I am so small." Vianna said quickly, trying to divert his attention to her words. "Surely you should search for your own women..." But she trailed off into a soft moan as his fingers finally contact with her pussy. She heard the others all laugh, amused and aroused by her reaction.

"S-stop. Please..." She whimpered as he rubbed harder.

"I don't think so, little Imperial. We all want your cunt and do you know what I think? I think you want our dicks too." She shook her head desperately, trying ignore the pleasurable heat burning in the pit of her stomach. "Pretend all you want but you're going to enjoy this. You might think we're brutes..." He smirked at that and his fingers slipped down from her clit and teased her entrance. "...but we're not rapists. We'll make sure you're begging for it before we fuck you."

"I won't..." She breathed, though she had to admit her protests were getting weaker. The very thought of being violated by these brutes - of one of them fucking her while the others watched, all hard and hungry for their turn - was despicable, dirty. And yet her body was singing for it.

The orc removed his fingers from her and she whined before she could stop herself. There was another rumble of laughter from the orcs around her. The one between her legs knelt down and, without any warning, dragged his tongue up from her entrance to her clit. She fought to keep her hips still, desire coursing through every vein...Come now, Vianna, a cruel voice began in her head. Let yourself go. How long has it been since you've been pleasured like this? Too long, she thought in response. Gods, it had been far too long. She had neglected her body, her needs, and now...

"What does she taste like?" One of the orcs in front of her demanded, looking almost demented with lust.

The orc between her legs laughed again, sending vibrations up through her clit.

"Sweet." He dragged his tongue down before saying, "And she's getting wet for us, boys."

Vianna could only whine in protest but she knew it was no use.

I love my Dunmer Dovahkiin! I may just have to fill this one.

OP Here~

A!Anon...you have given me the fuzzies....I'm so fuzzed up I'm tearing a bit. Here...take my bar of chocolate. I don't share chocolate and you just made me share chocolate...You are a gift from Akatosh A!Anon...

Q.Q

Anono just got really drunk again. I swear it's a bunch of specccial occasions not a regular thing. Ondolear is sexy. But drunkennesss helps the fiull ;) Yeaaaah

I agree... but then you think about giving your daughter a daedric blade.

Kinks: non-con, anal, oral, double penetration, fingering, hair-pulling, triple penetration, size, virginity
Relationships: Het, femmeslash
Characters: F!OC, Misc! Bandits
Summary: A girl is sold to Orcish Bandits by her family in exchange for protection.

Lysa had always known this day would come, that one day the harvest would not fetch enough septims and her father would not be able to pay off the bandits, but she never expected be woken to the sight of the orc bandit leader in her room staring down at her hungrily while her father and uncle held down her arms.

She tried to scream but her uncle pushed down on her throat until she nearly fainted. "Pretty little breton girl. She'll do, but just for once." The orc was saying and Lysa saw the relief and guilt on her fathers face. "Take off her dress." He commanded and though Lysa plead and begged with her father and uncle her nightclothes were soon on the floor and she lay naked in front of him. "Yes, she'll do." And casually he picked her up, slung her over his shoulder and, pausing only to adjust the gag on her mouth and the bonds on her wrists, threw her on the back of his horse. His hand lingered appreciatively on her backside before he mounted and he slid a finger inside of her as he rode, probing for a reaction. She squealed despite her best efforts, and he chuckled to himself. The sun was almost coming up by the time they arrived at his hideout.

"Don't worry, he whispered in her ear. I've already got someone to fuck so you won't have to deal with this." He patted his crotch. "My men on the other hand..." And he laughed and Lysa tried to bite his fingers and was backhanded in return. He entered the cave with ease, shutting the door behind him and Lysa was almost surprised by the richness of her surroundings before she was shoved on the bare ground.

"Got small tits don't she?" One of the orcs around the fire asked and Lysa tried to squirm away before being grabbed by her hair and shoved forward.

"Aye, but a tight cunt too and I trust you won't let that go to waste. The bandit chief left her there, cowering and on the verge of tears.

Three of the eight orcs around the fire walked over to her casually, eyeing her with an intensity that made her squirm. "So how d'you wanna do this then?" One of them, a scarred youth with lanky brown hair asked and Lysa could almost taste the nervous anticipation in his voice.

"I get the cunt." The pale green orc was at least eight feet tall and more muscular than the other bandits by a considerable amount.

"Guess I'll take her ass then." The darker orc said and the scarred youth looked disappointed in the flickering light cast by the fire.

She screamed when they moved her to hold her above the pale orc because his cock was huge, it was thick and long and glistening in the firelight and she knew she couldn't take it, not all of it at once, and screamed again when she was impaled on his cock, feeling her hymen split as she was moved further and further down his swollen green member. When he was fully inside of her, as far as he could go and pressed against something hard, she felt wet fingertips press against her asshole, working in and out roughly, stretching her opening and she whimpered with pain. She could already feel the dark mans cock pressing against her lower back and imagining him shoving inside of her impossibly tight opening almost made her retch. Then the pale man began to thrust, slowly and deliberately. She fought back a sob and refused to open her mouth for the turgid length of the scarred youth who stood impatiently in front of her. But then she felt something hard enter her ass, filling it completely as the dark orc grasped at her hips, and she opened her mouth to scream. She never got the chance because the scarred youth shoved his entire length into her mouth until his balls slapped against her chin.

I miss this story and hope to see more of it. I can't wait to find out where Galmar is stalking off to!

(No pressure, though - real life is more important than fic!)

Thank you so much for your awesome words. I though this wouldn't be fluffy enough. And plus this request really got my interest, I love writing about dragons. So I am so glad that I was able to do it justice and you enjoyed it.

Is OP still around? I might try this...but I'm a seriously slow filler. Still, I like the thought of adrenaline fueled husband/wife sexy times.

This anon had a lol at the Futurama reference. :D

Also, did anyone else's mind go straight to that villainess from Goldeneye, the one with the lethal thighs that can crush a man's pelvis?

Either way, random!anon approves of this prompt!

ohhh! beautiful! there really are holding in abeyance, your story is always the most beautiful and intense! yes, we would like to know the thoughts of vilkas, and know how all this can really upset him! ohh so please continue! their relationship is growing well!

do not let their relationship unfinished! he certainly will have a lot of respect for her seeing her get out of there alive!

your story is really fascinating! your well-constructed characters and the couple vilkas-ariella and sweet and intriguing! We are waiting forward to your new chapter! that exciting adventure! see you soon! : D

You did a wonderful job A!A! It's so sweet and fuzzy it makes me wish I had a dragon of my own to cuddle up to!

8. The Best Choice

The Silver-Blood Inn, like most Inn's in Skyrim, never locked its doors. A sulky barmaid was listlessly moving a grimy cloth over the layers of dirt on the bar, easy to sneak past and there were two dozing guards at the bottom of the stairs leading to Vilkas's and Torvar's rooms. Clearly they were being watched. But by who?

Picking the lock on Vilkas's door was child's play, even with my make-shift lock picks. I let myself into the dim room, shutting the door behind me with a soft click and letting my eyes adjust to the darkness inside the stone chamber. All I could hear was Vilkas's soft breathing and the soft rustle of his sheets as he moved. I padded closer, hand reaching for the Nord. He was restless, even in his sleep, tossing and turning as though fighting invisible opponents. Biting my lip, I leaned forward to gently shake the bare skin of his shoulder. A large hand covered mine and I felt myself flipped over Vilkas to land on my back on the bed. I'd been expecting something from the warrior so managed to stifle my un-Nordly shriek as he rolled with me, pinning me beneath his body, dagger pressing against my throat hard enough to draw a trickle of blood. Then the dagger was gone and his hand gently touched my cheek.
"Igne?"
"The one and only," I whispered, trying to calm my heartbeat after his assault.
If he picked up on the bravado in my voice he didn't comment on it, choosing instead to whisper, "You escaped? Are you alright? They didn't hurt-"
I shook my head. "I'm fine."
He pulled back leaving me free to sit up. We sat there staring at each other awkwardly for a moment, before I broke the silence, asking with a weak smile, "Hang on. You doubted me?"
The humour felt strained even to my ears and Vilkas gently shook his head.
"No. But I did think you'd need longer than a day to do it. And I was tempted to break you out myself." He climbed off the bed, padding over to the oil lamp and effortlessly lighting it with the tinderbox provided, a skill I had never mastered.
"Why didn't you?" I wasn't sure why I asked the question but I had a feeling I needed to hear the answer somehow.
He kept his back to me for a moment longer, "I trusted you."
Oh.

In the dim light he looked me over, "Are you sure you're alright?"
"I'm fine." Maybe if I kept saying it I'd believe it. "Umm, did you manage to find my stuff?"
"In the pack down by the bed. I managed to retrieve your sword as well." I swung my legs off the bed and groped for it, pulling my spare worn leathers out first. I pulled off the sackcloth shirt and the horribly scratchy trousers and linen foot wraps, throwing them into a pile on the side. A slight sag to the thin mattress on the stone bed told me that Vilkas was sitting on the other side and I glanced over to find him staring resolutely at the blank wall in front of him, well defined muscles in his back tense. The traitorous part of me wasn't sure whether to be offended or pleased by his indifference, shrugging it off, I turned back around and my smallclothes joined the pile.
"There's a wash jug on the night-stand."
I nodded before remembering that he couldn't see the gesture, "Thanks."

I washed hurriedly, skin goose-pimpling from the cold night and the even colder water. My leather felt like a second skin after the roughness of the prison garb, though it took me two tries to put my trousers on the right way in the dim light. When I turned round Vilkas had pulled on a linen shirt but was sat in the same position.

"So do we need to beat a hasty retreat? What happened in there?"
"I...might have…killed Madanach." The last two words ran together and I sat heavily back down on the bed.
"You what?"
"I killed Madanach. He was the one behind all this. He'd been planning to invade Markarth from the inside; Cidhna Mine was full of Forsworn sympathisers, any criminal who didn't swear fealty to Madanach got killed in there. Nepos was his contact with the outside world and had arranged for the guards to provide them with weapons in exchange for their lives when Madanach staged his revolt. It's all in here." I picked up Madanach's journal and flicked it open to a random page. "He would have killed every Nord or non-Forsworn in this city, in the Reach. I couldn't let that happen again...yet I don't know if I did the right thing in killing him." I sounded lost, even to my own ears.

Vilkas sighed, "Sometimes there's no right decision. All you can do is make what you judge to be the best choice at the time."
I looked over my shoulder at him, smiling weakly, "You're quite smart, you know, for a grumpy idiot."
"And you really are trouble." He sounded almost admiring, though that had to be my exhausted imagination playing tricks on me.
I smiled wryly, "No, I really get in to trouble. There's a difference."
"Not from where I'm standing," he interjected dryly, "Now, give me that journal and I'll go clear your name with the Jarl."
I handed it over then paused to rummage through my pack once more, pulling out a thicker book, "This is Nepos's. It's written in what looks like dwemer, there's a wizard called Calcemo at the Keep, he should be able to translate it but I'd bet it contains his list of contacts and plots."
"I know. It's already been translated and the translation will be ready soon. Calcemo the wizard has been working on it all night, I found your note."
Of course he had.

I stood, hovering awkwardly as he placed the books in his pack, "Vilkas?"
He turned round.
"Thank you, really. I mean it. And take Torvar with you- it'll be safer."
"You need protection more than I do."
I shook my head as I slid my sword into my belt, "I'll be fine, no-one will even see me. But I can't stay here, just in case. There's a empty house just up from Arnleif and Son's, have you seen it?"
Vilkas glared at me, moving back away from the door to stand in front of me, grasping me by the shoulders and pushing me down to sit back on the bed. "Oh no you don't. You are staying right here. You are not going off on your own again."
That man. I growled under my breath, in a huff, arms folded, face pursed, "Fine. I'll stay here like a good girl. Happy?"
He crouched down in front of me, one hand resting besides me on the bed for balance, "I mean it, Igne. Or do you want to go back to Cidhna Mine? Because that's what will happen if you get caught again."
Damn stupid logic.
My scowl softened slightly as the memories of the stinking, unwashed prisoners and their hungry expressions and groping hands returned and I muttered, "No."
"Then let me handle this, alright?"
His voice had softened slightly and I let out a heavy sigh, nodding, "Be careful."
"You too."

After he had gone, I unbuckled my sword from its belt and kicking my boots off I curled up on the hard, stone bed. I was exhausted. The bed smelt like Vilkas and there was still a lingering warmth from his body. I kept one hand clutching my dagger, half-terrified that if I did fall asleep then I wouldn't wake up.

Even with the fear coursing through me, my blinks were getting longer and longer and I was soon drifting off into darkness.

I woke to daylight, face smushed into the pillows and covered with a blanket. Groggily I pushed myself up, glancing round the room. Vilkas was sat on the chair by the desk, peering over the book in his hand to regard me with an amused expression, "Morning."
"Uh, morning." I eased my legs over the side of the bed, feeling slightly embarrassed, and began trying to sort out the bird’s nest that was my hair, "So, how did it go? Am I a free woman?"

"Not only are you a free woman but you are now Thane of Markarth." I turned to him, mouth gaping open in a extremely unattractive manner, bad hair forgotten.
"I'm what? How?"

He shrugged, smirking slightly, "I suggested that you required some compensation for your incarceration and pointed out that you had just saved the entire city from another bloodbath. The Jarl was suddenly very compliant and gave you the title. Oh, and a house. And a donation to the Companions for their services. You might even get another Housecarl to follow you around and save your ass."

My eyes narrowed but I smiled sweetly at him, "Who needs Housecarls when I have you? Though the next time you drag me out of trouble I want to be made High Queen or at least a Jarl."

He actually laughed at that and I felt my lips twitch as well, mostly at the dopey Farkas-esque grin on his face, "So can we go grab Torvar and head home?"
"Lead on, my Thane."

Who knew the man had a sense of humour?

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