“We did,” Vilkas said, approaching with a smile on his face and half-closed eyes and before she knew it he was hugging her. “You fought well, Shield-Sister.”
“And you,” Shevawna managed to get out, hugging him back, still too high on post-battle euphoria to question why she was hugging a man she thought she hated. “But I'm not a full Companion, isn't there some sort of initiation first?”
“Someone from the Circle watches you on a dangerous mission to make sure you're honourable,” Vilkas growled, still not letting go of her. “They say you are, you're in. I watched you doing all this, you're honourable and you're brave.”
“But you're not in the Circle any more,” Shevawna gasped, suddenly feeling very nervous. He still hadn't let go of her.
“No,” said Vilkas quietly. “But my word still counts for something or Kodlak would have thrown me out.”
He still hadn't let her go and Shevawna was started to get a bit worried. She was still full of adrenaline from the battle, ready to fight some more or run, run run until it was all out of her system, or find someone cute and fuck them til they screamed, but Vilkas was holding her and she could do none of those things.
“Vilkas,” she whispered. “You need to let me go. Either let me go or have sex with me because I really need to get it out of my – mmm!” He'd started as she'd said the word sex, eyes wide as he'd stared down at her – and then she'd seen a wildness, an all too familiar hunger in his eyes and now he was kissing her, lips on hers as he crushed her to him, scooping her up and walking her backwards until she felt her back meet the inside of a Draugr coffin, pinning her in place as he finally stopped kissing her and began removing her top, her headdress having already fallen off by this point.
All right then, sex it was, which was a bit weird considering she'd thought they hated each other, but then his mouth found her nipple and she stopped giving it a second thought because damn that felt good.
“Yes, oh yes,” she whispered and then Vilkas's fingers were sliding into her smallclothes and that felt even better. Thumb on her clit and fingers sliding into her cunt, and it all felt good, so good, Vilkas knew what he was doing, that was a surprise but a pleasant one. She'd heard Nord men were all about the cock and fucking and not a lot else, but Vilkas seemed to know what foreplay was.
“Please... yes, more, harder...”
“Gods, I want you, gods I need you, I can't stop, I can't...”
“Don't stop... don't stop... yes, like that...”
“... what are you doing to me, why... gods yes, yes, you're beautiful, yes...”
Shevawna closed her eyes as his fingers worked deeper, orgasm claiming her as she clung on to him, and by the old gods, he really did know what he was doing. Shevawna clung on to him, shrieking his name as she came before collapsing in his arms.
Vilkas's fingers left her, and he let her go, stepping away as she slid to the ground, exhausted. Was there going to be more? Was he going to fuck her next? He must want more, she'd not even touched him. Would he let her suck him off? She'd be all right with going down on him after that orgasm.
But he hadn't said anything and when she looked up, he was blushing furiously, staring at his hand in horror, fingers still dripping with her juices.
“I'm sorry,” Vilkas whispered, looking horrified... and revolted and that was really not cool, he had no right to still hate her after all this. “I should never... I need to go...” He grabbed his gauntlets and helm, both cast to the side in all the flurry of kissing, and fled for the newly opened tunnel in one of the coffins.
“Vilkas... wait, Vilkas, we didn't even... don't you want to... Vilkas!” Shevawna shouted after him. It was to no avail. Vilkas was gone and Shevawna was left in a heap on the floor, half-dressed, exhausted and very very confused.
“Did I do something wrong?” Shevawna whispered, trying to work out whether she was angry or hurt or just plain puzzled. One thing was for sure though. She would never understand Nords.
Re: The Witch of Jorrvaskr 6.9
“We did,” Vilkas said, approaching with a smile on his face and half-closed eyes and before she knew it he was hugging her. “You fought well, Shield-Sister.”
“And you,” Shevawna managed to get out, hugging him back, still too high on post-battle euphoria to question why she was hugging a man she thought she hated. “But I'm not a full Companion, isn't there some sort of initiation first?”
“Someone from the Circle watches you on a dangerous mission to make sure you're honourable,” Vilkas growled, still not letting go of her. “They say you are, you're in. I watched you doing all this, you're honourable and you're brave.”
“But you're not in the Circle any more,” Shevawna gasped, suddenly feeling very nervous. He still hadn't let go of her.
“No,” said Vilkas quietly. “But my word still counts for something or Kodlak would have thrown me out.”
He still hadn't let her go and Shevawna was started to get a bit worried. She was still full of adrenaline from the battle, ready to fight some more or run, run run until it was all out of her system, or find someone cute and fuck them til they screamed, but Vilkas was holding her and she could do none of those things.
“Vilkas,” she whispered. “You need to let me go. Either let me go or have sex with me because I really need to get it out of my – mmm!” He'd started as she'd said the word sex, eyes wide as he'd stared down at her – and then she'd seen a wildness, an all too familiar hunger in his eyes and now he was kissing her, lips on hers as he crushed her to him, scooping her up and walking her backwards until she felt her back meet the inside of a Draugr coffin, pinning her in place as he finally stopped kissing her and began removing her top, her headdress having already fallen off by this point.
All right then, sex it was, which was a bit weird considering she'd thought they hated each other, but then his mouth found her nipple and she stopped giving it a second thought because damn that felt good.
“Yes, oh yes,” she whispered and then Vilkas's fingers were sliding into her smallclothes and that felt even better. Thumb on her clit and fingers sliding into her cunt, and it all felt good, so good, Vilkas knew what he was doing, that was a surprise but a pleasant one. She'd heard Nord men were all about the cock and fucking and not a lot else, but Vilkas seemed to know what foreplay was.
“Please... yes, more, harder...”
“Gods, I want you, gods I need you, I can't stop, I can't...”
“Don't stop... don't stop... yes, like that...”
“... what are you doing to me, why... gods yes, yes, you're beautiful, yes...”
Shevawna closed her eyes as his fingers worked deeper, orgasm claiming her as she clung on to him, and by the old gods, he really did know what he was doing. Shevawna clung on to him, shrieking his name as she came before collapsing in his arms.
Vilkas's fingers left her, and he let her go, stepping away as she slid to the ground, exhausted. Was there going to be more? Was he going to fuck her next? He must want more, she'd not even touched him. Would he let her suck him off? She'd be all right with going down on him after that orgasm.
But he hadn't said anything and when she looked up, he was blushing furiously, staring at his hand in horror, fingers still dripping with her juices.
“Vilkas?” Shevawna asked, confused. “What's wrong?”
“I'm sorry,” Vilkas whispered, looking horrified... and revolted and that was really not cool, he had no right to still hate her after all this. “I should never... I need to go...” He grabbed his gauntlets and helm, both cast to the side in all the flurry of kissing, and fled for the newly opened tunnel in one of the coffins.
“Vilkas... wait, Vilkas, we didn't even... don't you want to... Vilkas!” Shevawna shouted after him. It was to no avail. Vilkas was gone and Shevawna was left in a heap on the floor, half-dressed, exhausted and very very confused.
“Did I do something wrong?” Shevawna whispered, trying to work out whether she was angry or hurt or just plain puzzled. One thing was for sure though. She would never understand Nords.