Ulfberth War-Bear husband to Adrianna the town blacksmith shouted “ Aela you not getting your itch scratched? Are these companions not the men I thought them? Do they need lessons Aela?” He moved his tankard around in a random manner as if to indicate the companions at large. Bawdy laughter broke out around the room.
Aela cringed inwardly, the revelers found this more entertaining than the musicians. At this rate her sex life or lack of it would be the talk of Whiterun. It was Reljir who came to her defense “You twist her words Ulfberth, the lovely Aela can have me any way she wants, the real question is do you need lessons? ” he shouted playfully.
Adrianna jumped into the fray. She sashayed over to her husband and wrapped her arms around his neck. He leaned in to kiss her running his hands down her back and cupping her bottom pulling her closer to him. Their kiss went on and on as if they had forgotten the audience. Suddenly Adrianna pushed back from the kiss. “Husband you do not need lessons” she said breathlessly.
Aela was mentally thanking Adrianna for the interruption when she realized Ulfberth would not leave it alone. He pointed towards the bench “Now prove your prowess” he challenged. He was likely speaking to Reljir, but Lydia appeared out of nowhere and slipped into Farkas lap. She leaned in to kiss him thoroughly her hands tangled in his hair. She looked back over her shoulder to say “No complaints, or need of lessons”.
Aela felt her heart leap. Skjor had disappeared downstairs to help Kodlak settle in for the night. Torvar was passed out in a chair surrounded by tankards. Athis was with the musicians on drums. That left her, Njada and Reljir on the hook to uphold the libidinous reputation of the companions.
She glanced at her shield-sister. Njada had relaxed back against the bench her arms crossed. She was smirking at Reljir a knowing look on her face, confident he would have to kiss her to save face.
Something about that look made Aela pause; could Vilkas have been right about them not being lovers? She glanced at Reljir, his eyes were searching the room finally coming to rest on Ysolda. He gave her an encouraging smile.
Aela felt slightly insulted that he would chose Ysolda over her. But then she remembered her attitude towards him all evening. He probably thought she would refuse him embarrassing him even more.
There was no need to bring Ysolda into this. The whelp didn’t know her as well as he thought. “Reljir” her voice came out much more sultry then she had intended. He startled and turned towards her. She crooked two of her fingers to beckon him. The look he sent her was priceless.
Reljir and The Huntress 6c/?
Aela cringed inwardly, the revelers found this more entertaining than the musicians. At this rate her sex life or lack of it would be the talk of Whiterun. It was Reljir who came to her defense “You twist her words Ulfberth, the lovely Aela can have me any way she wants, the real question is do you need lessons? ” he shouted playfully.
Adrianna jumped into the fray. She sashayed over to her husband and wrapped her arms around his neck. He leaned in to kiss her running his hands down her back and cupping her bottom pulling her closer to him. Their kiss went on and on as if they had forgotten the audience. Suddenly Adrianna pushed back from the kiss. “Husband you do not need lessons” she said breathlessly.
Aela was mentally thanking Adrianna for the interruption when she realized Ulfberth would not leave it alone. He pointed towards the bench “Now prove your prowess” he challenged. He was likely speaking to Reljir, but Lydia appeared out of nowhere and slipped into Farkas lap. She leaned in to kiss him thoroughly her hands tangled in his hair. She looked back over her shoulder to say “No complaints, or need of lessons”.
Aela felt her heart leap. Skjor had disappeared downstairs to help Kodlak settle in for the night. Torvar was passed out in a chair surrounded by tankards. Athis was with the musicians on drums. That left her, Njada and Reljir on the hook to uphold the libidinous reputation of the companions.
She glanced at her shield-sister. Njada had relaxed back against the bench her arms crossed. She was smirking at Reljir a knowing look on her face, confident he would have to kiss her to save face.
Something about that look made Aela pause; could Vilkas have been right about them not being lovers? She glanced at Reljir, his eyes were searching the room finally coming to rest on Ysolda. He gave her an encouraging smile.
Aela felt slightly insulted that he would chose Ysolda over her. But then she remembered her attitude towards him all evening. He probably thought she would refuse him embarrassing him even more.
There was no need to bring Ysolda into this. The whelp didn’t know her as well as he thought. “Reljir” her voice came out much more sultry then she had intended. He startled and turned towards her. She crooked two of her fingers to beckon him. The look he sent her was priceless.