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'Difficult Afflicition' Aela/Futa!Dragonborne 1/4
(Anonymous) 2017-06-04 06:09 am (UTC)(link)-=-
“What is it that troubles you, my mate?” Aela whispered. Araja kept her face turned away, willing away the flame of embarrassment that wanted to warm her cheeks. “Speak to me. Something must be hurting you?” Aela rubbed her cheek along her mate's upper chest and neck, feeling a deep rumble against her cheek that had her own wolf stirring. “What is it?”
“Nothing,” Araja growled. Aela reached and clasped the firm hips close to hers, digging her hands beneath the shirt and splaying them over the hot flesh she found. Araja could not hold back a gasp as her skin, sensitized by lust, flushed and tingled beneath her lover's touch. She felt her wolf stir, whining and growling at the scent of her lusting mate so nearby. She began to feel her skin tingle with the beginnings of her pelt. But when she felt the tightening and shifting of her groin, her eyes snapped open and she stepped back.
Aela pulled away at the sudden movement, blue eyes wide as she took in the almost horrified look upon her lover's face. “Araja? What-” But she wasn't able to finish as sudden the Dovahkin turned and ran, leaving the huntress curious as to what just happened.
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Araja ran towards the wood, not stopping or slowing until she knew she was well enough away. When she was she came to a stumbling stop in a small clearing, falling to her knees and taking in deep, sucking breaths to steady herself. Her skin still felt on fire and the lust mixed with frustration was stirring her wolf into a frenzied lather. Her skin felt ready to burst and her groin was throbbing almost painfully.
“Mara be damned this stupid affliction,” She growled. She did not know what was causing this, and was honestly too embarrassed to seek help from any of the mages that she knew. What was she to ask anyway? 'Every time I become a werewolf I grow a large cock? Is that normal?' She scoffed at her own thoughts. Her mind flashed to her lover, wanting depserately to tell her, but fearing the sight of revulsion she knew would be there. Aela was her mate, the other half of her heart that helped fuel her in battle towards victory, and soothed her aches and wounds. However it seemed there was one ache that Aela would not be able to help with this time. Araja grimaced as she cupped herself, trying to ease the suffering, but every time she tried her treacherous mind would flash memories of her and Aela coupling, of her lover's head tossed back in ecstasy, her body arching and full breasts wavering in the cool night air, of kneeling between her lover’s legs and taking her fill upon her tongue. “Mara,” She whimpered, her hand beginning to rub her clit that was beginning to grow.
She was stopped by the sound of twigs snapping. She sniffed the air and came up with the pungent odor of dirty leathers and unwashed flesh. Bandits. She growled, low, angry as she realized they were trying to flank her. Her temper, already strained, snapped and with a growl she whirled around, tearing off her armor as her human skin disappeared in an explosion of dark brown and white fur. The bandits all paused in shock at the sudden change and Araja lunged, massive clawed hands grabbing one thug. His neck snapped with a flick of her wrist before she tossed him into two others.
“KILL HER!” One of the men yelled before they all charged. Suddenly there was a flurry of metal, claws, armor and fur. Battle lust was overcoming Araja, spreading her salivating jowls in a wicked grin as she tore into the men and women, not feeling any of the strikes, but reveling in the feeling of the lowly men's lives being snuffed and the warm blood covering her arms and hands.
'Difficult Afflicition' Aela/Futa!Dragonborne 2/4
(Anonymous) 2017-06-04 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)kinks: futa
Suddenly there was another howl, one that touched a part of Araja and she turned to see her mate come bounding into the clearing, a large mass of brown fur disappearing into the fracas.
In no time the two werewolves dispatched the bandits, soon standing among the bodies and staring at one another, chests rising and falling, fur gleaming with gore and sweat.
Aela gazed at her mate, her heart and loins stirring at the sight of her triumphant among her kill. Her eyes traveled down, a growl of approval rumbling in her chest. But it turned to a snort of surprise when she looked between her lover's thighs.
Araja heard this and growled angrily, turning and forcing herself back into her human form, snatching up her clothing and quickly covering herself. 'Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid.' She finished strapping her sword to her waist and adjusted the iron armor when she heard Aela walk up behind her.
“Araja...was that-”
“I don't want to talk about it, Aela. It's bad enough without bringing attention to it,” Araja growled, bending down to start rooting around the bandit's pockets. She stiffened, all of her did, when she felt Aela brushed against her hip, side and shoulder before coming to stand in front of her. Involuntarily Araja took a deep breath, smelling the blood of the battle field, but the scent beneath, the cool, spicy earthy smell of a field on an autumn morn was all her lover and it caused a groan to rumble from her lips.
Aela reached down, cupping her lover's chin and forcing her to stand. “This has been what is bothering you? This has been what has driven you from me?”
Araja looked away, jaw clenching. “As I said...it's bad enough without bring attention to it.”
“How often does it appear?”
“Whenever I transform.”
“And it stays for how long?”
Now a blush began to warm Araja's cheeks. “A few days. Less if I,” She stopped herself.
But Aela was intrigued. “Less if you...what?”
Araja let out a frustrated breath, “Less if I take matters into my own hands.”
Aela's blue eyes sparked at the thought of her lover touching herself. “Oh. And this is why you have disappeared into the forest so often? You are getting yourself off?” She reached out, running the palm of her hand down the other Nord's hip, around her powerful thigh before finally cupping the massive length hanging between her legs. Her eyes widened slightly at the girth she felt. “And how exactly did you come to this conclusion that that would help?”
Words were forming then splintering in Araja's mind as Aela's hand massaged her through the thick leather. Mara if it felt this good what would it be like to have bare flesh against bare flesh? The mere thought had her stiffening and groaning louder.
“Hmm. Whatever you just thought must have been a very good one. What was it?” Aela rubbed harder, enjoying the vibrations she could feel coming from her lover's chest. It had her own pleasure simmering.
Araja opened her eyes, the black orbs focusing on her lover. Her wolf and dragon growled and stirred, the two side becoming singular as the days wore on. Often they fought, one a creature of air, the other of land, but at the moment, with Aela so close they were in agreement.
Mate.
'Difficult Affliction' Aela/Futa!Dragonborne 3/4
(Anonymous) 2017-06-04 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)Aela gasped at the sudden move, at the sheer power pressing her against the tree. “Me. You have me,” She gasped, feeling teeth scrap and mark her skin. “Take me.”
The words, part demand, part plea, caused Araja's thread thin control to snap. She seared her lips to Aela's, plundering the full warm lips and drawing out pleasurable moans. Aela grasped at the thick shoulder pads, her fingers worked at the buckles and ties. “Get all this off.”
Araja stepped back and began to take off her gear, experienced fingers working the buckles and fastenings with ease. Almost instantly with a loud thump the armor was gone and Araja stood, naked from the waist up with Aela's fingers working on the cording that kept Araja's pants together.
“By the Gods. You are impressive in any aspect,” Aela smirked as she held Araja's cock within her palm, her thumb brushing against the thick vein all the way to the mushroom head.
Araja's head fell back as she felt the teasing touch running up and down her penis. “Do not tease,” She snarled when she felt the tip of Aela’s tongue travel the same path as her fingers. Aela gave no answer except to press the tip of her tongue to the weeping slit at the top of the cock. Araja wrapped her fingers into Aela’s hair, rocking her hips forward to seek the heat she could feel. Aela shook her head to dislodge her mate’s hands as she trailed her lips down the shaft, her hands continuing to pump, and began to nip and suck on the powerful thighs quivering as they struggled to keep the Dragonborne standing. More precum dripped from the mushroom head, aiding Aela’s hand as it moved.
“Woman,” Araja growled.
“Do you want me that badly, my mate?” Aela smiled. She knew the answer by the musky scent of desire and hard cock in her hands. But she loved the fire that flashed in golden eyes, the lips that pulled back in a snarl. Power and danger embodied her lover and she held it all within her hands. Her own center was soaked, dripping down her thighs. She reached down, dragging her fingers through the damp curls before standing. She brought her fingers to Araja’s lips, painting her want upon gasping lips. “Can you taste how badly I want you?”
Araja smelt the sweet salty odor, tasted it as she swept her tongue along her lips, catching her lover’s fingers and sucking them into her mouth. Both moaned her tongue swept the fingers clean. She grabbed Aela’s wrist and spun them both around, pressing Aela hard against the tree. “You tease me, you give me a taste of what you know drives me to Oblivion. Then you have the audacity to ask such a question?”
Aela smiled. She lifted a leg, wrapping it around her lover’s hip and opening herself wide. “Then show me,” She breathed, reaching down to move Araja’s cock to her entrance. With a growl that was so animalistic it had Aela’s heart hammering from excitement, Araja positioned her arms and drove her hips up.
'Difficult Affliction' Aela/Futa!Dragonborne 4/4
(Anonymous) 2017-06-04 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)“Let me hear you,” Araja growled, her mouth trailing down Aela’s neck and shoulders. “Let the world hear how much you want me.” Sharp teeth bit into the tendon between shoulder and neck, producing a deep moan from the Huntress’s lips. She pulled herself closer, hands tangling within dark hair as she struggled to hold on. Moans and gasps elicited with every thrust and Aela felt her insides clenching.
“Yes yes” She encouraged. “Fill me, love. Harder,” She felt the world shift and break. Her head snapped back as she came with a scream, her insides clenching hard around Araja. Araja’s own head buried within Aela’s shoulder as she came, hot cum exploding and coating Aela’s insides, eliciting another flood of Aela’s cum to coat their thighs.
Both stayed that way for a moment, unmoving save for rapidly moving chests and soft kisses. Aela kept her head buried in Araja’s neck, savoring the mingling of sweat, musk and the cool, earthy scent that was her lover’s skin. She pulled back slightly though when she felt the length within her shrink. Before she knew it she settled back on the ground, both looking to see that Araja’s cock was gone, leaving behind only a glistening patch of hair at the delta of her thighs. She felt almost disappointed at the loss, but did not stay that way for long as long fingers brushed at the juncture of her thighs, playing within the wet heat. A thumb brushed and pressed against the ridge of her clit, drawing a sharp gasp and moan from the Huntress.
“Do not think I am done with you yet,” Araja breathed, dropping to her knees. “We are just getting started.”
story tags: futa Aela, F!Dragonborn
'Difficult Affliction' Aela/Futa!Dragonborne 4/4
(Anonymous) 2017-06-04 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)