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Sharing is Caring (Farkas/F!DB/Vilkas)
(Anonymous) 2014-12-16 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)Vilkas blocked her exit, glaring at her.
“Get out of my way,” Cetine growled.
Vilkas did not move from the door. She had never gotten along with the Nord, but after marrying his brother, each day his mood grew more and more foul. Any chance he got, he’d throw insults. If they were in the yard, he took every opportunity to best her. He was bullying her behind his brother’s back and she had had enough.
“Answer my question.”
Cetine glared at him. “I don’t know where the fuck your shield is, stop asking me. It wasn’t my job to send it off. Stop using me to run your errands--I’m your brother’s wife, not your slave.”
She was tall, even for a Nord woman, so Vilkas did not tower over her the way he towered over others. But she was learning that he did not need to use his size to intimidate. Even at eye-level he could make almost anyone shrink. She straightened herself at the thought. He would not win this. Not today.
Vilkas grabbed her arm and shoved her into the wall. A small gasp caught in her throat, surprised by his move. The only place he had ever laid a hand on her was in the yard.
Rage surfaced in her chest and she pushed him back. “Piss off, Vilkas. Go find yourself a whore and get laid. Maybe that’ll fix your attitude.”
Vilkas glared at her, eyes burning and he shoved her back into the wall, his face inches from hers. He grabbed her chin. The wolf danced over his dark, gray eyes. “Shall we test that poisonous little mouth of yours then?”
Cetine held her breath. What on earth was he doing?
His hand moved to the back of her head, forcing her to him and their mouths crashed together. Shock, relief, and delight washed over her. She opened her mouth to invite him in. And then the confusion and disgust hit her. She pulled her mouth from his, turning her face away, panting.
“What are you doing?” Her voice came out smaller and weaker than she intended.
“What I should have done to you long ago,” he whispered. Cetine denied him her lips, but he found her neck and that feeling of falling pulled at the pit of her stomach. Her knees buckled, but Vilkas pressed himself against her, into the wall to hold her up.
“V-Vilkas, when was the last time you changed?” She could barely get the words out as he explored her neck with his lips and nipped down the column of flesh.
He pulled his mouth away, just barely, so that his breath heated her skin and caused her to shiver. “Is that what you think this is?” His mouth returned, this time he sank his teeth into the place where her neck and shoulder joined.
Cetine gasped and reached for the back of his head, to pull him off or hold him there—she wasn’t sure. “We can’t do this. This is wrong.”
She felt him smile against her. “Then tell me to stop.”
Sharing is Caring (2/?) (Farkas/F!DB/Vilkas)
(Anonymous) 2014-12-16 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)And then there was Vilkas. He had haunted her mind from the start. With his cruel words and sharp glares, he was the exact opposite of Farkas. But in her dreams, he filled that dark, empty place Farkas couldn’t venture. Between the twins, it was as if one man had been split in two. Neither would complete her alone.
Vilkas moved his leg between her thighs and she cried out when he slipped his hand into her pants. His fingers slicked over her and she squirmed. She wasn’t wet. She was soaking.
He grinned. “Tell me to stop.”
She swallowed and tried to find her breath, her voice.
“That’s what I thought.” He came down on her mouth again and she could feel everything in her body betray her. Oh gods, she wanted this.
Vilkas’s comfortable stroking stopped, and before she could pull back and question why, he sank two of his long fingers into her.
Ceteine moaned and tilted her head back against the wall. She hadn’t expected him to slip in so easily. Vilkas pinned her and watched as he slowly pushed them further until they were as far as they could possibly go. She couldn’t find her voice—she couldn’t breathe, and he watched her with a satisfied look upon his face as he worked his fingers into her.
A deep chuckle from the other side of the room caused Cetine to open her eyes. Her husband sat in a chair at the small table in the corner, watching them. How long had he been there?
A wolfish grin spread over Farkas’s lips. “What did I tell you, brother?”
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(Anonymous) 2014-12-24 05:23 am (UTC)(link)“Farkas, it’s not what you--”
He cupped her cheeks in his large, warm hands and leaned in to kiss her. It was soft and sweet as always. No trace of malice or anger on his lips or in his touch. She wanted to melt into him. Vilkas disappeared from her mind. It was just him. Just Farkas. The way it should be.
Their lips parted and he rested his forehead against hers. “I asked him to. Did you not want this?”
Cetine ripped away from him and stared in horror. Was this some kind of joke? Was he testing her?
Farkas pulled her back and kissed her again. Every time his lips touched her, it drove every other thought and worry from her mind. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Vilkas with that manipulative smirk on his face.
Cetine pulled away again. “Farkas, what is going on?”
“I’ve seen the way you look at my brother.”
Tears welled up in her eyes. “That’s not tr--”
“It doesn’t make me angry. We’ve always shared. I never dreamed of marrying a woman I couldn’t share with him.” He leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth, to the edge of her jaw. She tilted her head to give him better access. “I want you to love him as much as I do. I want you to love him like you love me,” he said as his trailed his lips down the side of her neck. He found the mark where his brother sank his teeth and kissed it before making his own mark right over top of it. Cetine moaned again and leaned into him.
“Come, my love,” he whispered against her ear as he led her from the wall, to the middle of the room. His lips and hands never left her. She felt the edge of the bed press against the back of her thighs.
Farkas spun her around and in one fluid motion, he pulled the tunic up and over her head and threw it to the floor. She moved to cover her breasts and gasped as his hands traveled down her sides and over her hips. His lips traced her spine as he slowly lowered himself then yanked her pants down with her smalls.
Cetine cried out in surprise when he stood and pushed her down onto the bed. And there she lay, exposed to both of them. Farkas’s hand returned to the small of her back. She felt the weight of his knee sink into the mattress as he held the back of her thigh to move her leg and lifted her at the hip.
She heard a chair scrape across the floorboards. Was Vilkas going to watch? The thought shot through her like ice and she wildly looked over her shoulder. Her blood froze in her veins.
Farkas sat back in the chair, stroking himself. Cetine glanced over her shoulder, Vilkas’s hand dug into her hips as he positioned her again. She felt the heat of him at her slick entrance. Vilkas glanced over at his twin for permission. Farkas nodded.
Before she could protest, he sank himself into her.
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(Anonymous) 2015-02-13 10:29 am (UTC)(link)Sharing is Caring (4/?) (Farkas/F!DB/Vilkas)
(Anonymous) 2015-03-25 01:21 am (UTC)(link)Of course they were twins so it was only natural that they’d be the same size, but gods she certainly wasn’t expecting it. She thought Farkas had a rare treat, but she forgot there were two of them.
She could feel his breath against her ear, heavy and hot. His sweaty chest pressed against her back as he pumped himself into her. He removed his hand from her mouth and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
Farkas’s breath hitched behind them and her eyes shot open. She forgot her husband was in the room. Watching.
Her eyes brimmed with tears, the mix of pleasure, guilt, fear, and humiliation was too much. She glanced back at Farkas as he stroked himself in the chair, watching Vilkas have his way with her.
Vilkas grabbed her hips with both hands and shoved himself so deep she could feel a sharp pain at the pit of her stomach. She cried out in shock, bracing herself, but he stilled. Neither twin moved, and she could only hear Vilkas’s ragged breath.
He slipped out of her, leaving her hollow and empty, her muscles twitching and aching with from his absence.
She felt someone lift her up from the bed from behind, their arms hooked under hers to bring her to her feet. Her back pressed against something warm and bare. Farkas. He cupped her chin from behind, bringing her ear close to his mouth.
“Hush, love,” he whispered against her ear. He moved her hair forward and trailed his lips along her shoulder. Her legs shook and she slumped, but he held her up.
Vilkas stepped in front of her and she instinctively tried to back away, but she was caught between them.
Farkas lifted her leg from behind, his cock prodding between her legs before he slipped into her. She gasped, arching against his chest as he filled the place his brother vacated. He took her wrist and guided her hand to his brother’s cock, still wet from being inside her. She began to stroke him, pulling soft moans from Vilkas with every move.
She felt Farkas’s hand twist in her hair, pushing her mouth against his twin’s as he thrust inside her. She whimpered against Vilkas’s lips while Farkas slapped against her. The longer they kissed, the harder and more fervent Farkas’s thrusting became.
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