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Ania scowled as she was named Thane for this corrupt city. She thought Riften was bad, this was even worse. People were killing each other in the street. Then there was Cadhna mine, she wanted to line up a few dragons and let them torch the place. She had already had a personal visit there and met more corruption. She hated this place with a passion.

Her plan, was to check out the house she bought then high tail it out of this god forsaken city. She shook her head as she climbed the unending flights of stairs. To be honest she wasn’t looking forward to seeing her house. She wondered what her new housecarl was like, probably another woman. The Rift, Whiterun, and Solitude had all decided she needed a woman for a housecarl. She just wished, once she could get a male, at least the trips she did would be more interesting when she had a man following.

She finally reached the top of the stairs and glared at the dwarven doors. Dwarven, of course it had to be dwarven, everything about this city was dwarven. She had enough of dwarven ruins to last her a life time. Yep, she really hated Markarth, there was nothing the Jarl could do to make her stay here an hour more. She would entered, check out what the she had bought and then hightail it to the gates and never return. That sounded good to her.

She opened the door, her mood darkening by the second as she saw the dimly lit hallway. She almost turned back around and left, but a noise further in caught her attention. It sounded male… She could only hope.

She walked further in heading to the back of her new home. She took a few steps into the room and stopped dead. Her mouth dropped open, her eyes widened and she was pretty sure she was drooling.

Bent over a cooking pot stood a man that had an a nice tight, firm ass, his shoulders were broad, muscular, his waist narrow. He wore his blond hair past his shoulder. She just died and was now back in Sovngarde.

So maybe Markarth wasn’t looking so bad after all. She didn’t know what the front look liked, but if it matched the back, she was staying here for a good while. She took a seat quietly in a chair, leaning back enjoying the view of who she hoped was her housecarl cooking.

There was no way she was going to interrupt him, not with this view. His arms bulged as he stirred the pot, and she imagined what else could make his arms bulge… or something else bulge.

The man of her newest fantasy stopped what he was doing and turned around. She knew she gasped, her mouth probably dropped open too. She was positive she looked the fool, but at the moment she could care less. This was a man! He wore a tattoo on his chiseled cheek, his eyes were amber, and mouth that could do some very naughty things. His one eye was blind, but that didn’t matter to her, the scars she didn’t care about.

This… this was a dream come true. This was a warrior, a man and a damn hot one.

“My Thane,” he greeted and she almost groaned. His voice was deep, husky.

Yep she was staying in Markarth for a while. Or better yet, she was going to take him on a mission and test her new… uh toy? No she couldn’t think of a warrior like that… could she? Nah, he was her new wet dream and she couldn’t wait to have those dreams.

More to come, hope you are enjoying it OP.

Not OP, but this anon is totally looking forward to the rest! ;]

I originally had zero interest in becoming Thane of Markarth until I discovered just how much of a hunk the housecarl is haha.

Thank you very much for the support. I know I hated Markarth too, until I saw Argis, then I married him with a few different characters.

Ania is great. It's hilarious how she walks in and immediately starts ogling him. Looking forward to hearing about their adventures!

Thank you so much!! More to come soon, I'm writing the next chapter right now and hope to have it out soon.

Chapter 2
Argis scowled as his Thane left to take a bath, he didn’t know if she was purposely torturing him over the past few days or didn’t see him as a man. He didn’t know how many times he had helped her put her armor on, or place clean clothes that she forgot by the fire and placed them by the lake she was bathing in. He was slowly going insane and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about.

His scowled darkened and he glared at the dark sky. He could hear her splashing not far away and knew she was naked. He tried his damnedest not to think about her naked or the water lapping at her skin. He really tried not to think of the affect the cold water had on her body. How her nipples would be standing erect begging for someone’s touch.

He hissed as his pants tightened uncomfortably and he nearly groaned. He tightened his lips to not let a sound escape when he heard her walking back into the camp. He forced himself not glare at her and act normal. It wasn’t easy.
Ania glanced at Argis as he entered the camp, her face was set in an angry scowl. His body tense as if waiting for an attack. For a stud, he was made of rock. She didn’t know what else to do to entice him to her bed.

So far walking around in her under garments hadn’t work; or having him bring her clothes while she was naked in the water. Each time he said nothing, acted as if she wasn’t there naked. The only other option though she highly doubt it would work was jumping him.

She was tempted to take him back to that godforsaken city and leave him there to suffer. “We’ll be leaving at first light. Once we are done with the ruins we’re heading back to Markarth,” she stated, before heading to her tent.

~ooooooooooooo~

Ania entered the ruins first, her hand already lit with magic. Argis was close behind her, his musky scent coming to her and she nearly groaned in pleasure. She wished she didn’t have to leave him at home but he was a sexual frustration that didn’t look like there was going to be an end to. So for her sanity she had to leave him behind.

She lit the first draugr on fire, Argis raced forward attacking the other two. It was usual between them, he kept them off of her and she helped when she had a clean shot.

Since this time she didn’t have a clean shot, she used her magic to heal Argis. It was the only thing she could do.

Argis bit off a gasp when her magic hit him. He loved it when she used it on him, but hated how much he had to fight not to groan out in pleasure, or to take her right then.

Argis frustration grew more than he could bare. With a snarl he pinned Ania when the other two draugr were dead. Ania gasped started and searched his eyes. His good eye had darkened to an golden color, his face was flush, but she wasn’t sure if it was from arousal, anger or from the fight.

She stood stalk still waiting to see what he had planned. She was praying he was having the same thoughts as her.
Argis came back to himself and bowed his head in shame, “I’m sorry my Thane, I forgot myself,” he murmured, letting her go as if he got burned. He kept his eyes down casted and backed away until the opposite wall hit his back.

Argis didn’t bother waiting for a reply, he was pretty sure she was pissed. He just started down the stairs when he heard her voice.

“Pity,” she murmured and smirked when he whipped around to face her. She saw the confusion in his eyes, the unasked question, but she didn’t bother elaborating right now. Later she will, now that she knew.

Oh dear Gods yes.
I love this!
I'm on the edge of my seat over here ahah
Defiantly keeping my eyes on it.

Thank you so much!!! There will be more tomorrow!

OP - the plot thickens! Poor Argis, he's a long-suffering man. :)

Argis thought for sure things would change since that day at the old ruins, but no. It seemed as if everything in Skyrim decided to step in and conspire to make sure they didn’t have sex. If it wasn’t dragons attacking at odd times, then it was bandits, if it wasn’t them then it was those fucking messengers.

Once they were alone for five minutes, something would interrupt. He had a plan in mind, kill every messenger on sight if this keeps up. As for the dragons, not much they could do about them. Bandits, they sprung up everywhere, so there wasn’t much that could be done about them, but messengers…

Now they were out at the hall and you would think they could be alone, but that wasn’t the case either.

Ania was laid up with injuries and the healer was still in her room. He shook his head and groaned. The sexual tension between the both of them was unbearable. It came down to short relief at night with his own hand, and frustration during the day. He wasn’t sure how more of this either of them could take.

He glanced up and watched the healer walk out of the house. He rushed to his Thane’s room, now that they were alone. He stopped and the door and groaned in frustration and pleasure.

His Thane was sleeping, her midnight black hair was spread out on the pillow, her face peaceful instead of the sly teasing grin she usually wore that set him aflame.

That alone didn’t bring him the frustration he was feeling, it was the rest of her. The healer hadn’t bothered to cover her. She laid on the bed, one hand on her stomach (naked as he dreamed of many times since meeting her) her legs slightly spread. It was a pleasant display, one he enjoyed, but at the same time it was a nightmare, one he couldn’t do anything about.

His desires diminished when he saw the red patches that littered her light skin. The dragon’s fire had done a number on her. When he had brought her here, she had been burnt badly and out of it. He shook his head silently chastising himself for his wayward thoughts.

With a sigh he walked further into the room and grabbed some furs and covered her bare form.

With a sad smile he lightly brushed a straggling tuff of hair from her face. A gasp caught in his throat when her hand grabbed his. He thought for sure he had woken her but her face was still peaceful, her breathing even.
He stood there with his hand in her not sure what to do. She had a firm grip and he knew if he took his hand back she would wake, but she needed her sleep now. With a shake of his head and a wry smirk he took a seat next to the bed.

'He said it once, he'll say it again. Everything in Skyrim was conspiring against them' He wouldn't doubt if that dragon had planned it knowing he would be in this torturous predicament. Damn all over grown lizards!!

Sorry this took so long, been busy. The next chapter will be out soon now that things calmed down. And will be much long.

Wow, I am back. I am really sorry for the long wait. Way too many things happening lately. I am hoping to finish this story either tonight or tomorrow morning. It just needs to be corrected but its done. I hope everyone who is still reading this enjoys this chapter.

Warning heavy smut in this chapter. Enjoy.

Chapter 4

Ania smirked as she led Argis to this new place. It was where no one could bother them… she hoped. The first person or dragon that decided to bother them she was killing, no questions asked. She hid her chuckle as she heard Argis grumble from beside her. She understood his frustrations, she was becoming tired of using her hand for the past few weeks.

What really irked her, they had been alone in the house for three weeks and out of those three weeks; one of those weeks they could have been doing something very productive and creative. There would be no sexual frustration right now, if she had it her way they would still be sweaty in bed, or which ever room the ended up in, instead out here looking for a place where there would be no interruptions.

“Where are we heading?” Argis asked as he walked a few paces behind her. He was along side of her, but decided to hang back and enjoy the view of her swaying ass.

“Somewhere private where there are no interruptions,” Ania stated with a smirk over her shoulder.

“I don’t think there is such a place in Skyrim,” Argis muttered.

“Oh there is,” Ania answered with a cheeky grin. She continued up the trail that led to the top of the mountain. She saw the flash of red and her grin widened further. Finally peace and quiet shortly. She knew no dragon would bother here for fear of Odahviing, no messenger would come here and there would be no bandits. She was a very happy dragonborn.

“Ania that was a dragon roar,” Argis scowled looking towards the lair dubiously.

“Yes it is,” she said with a bit more hop into her step as the were almost at the summit.

“I thought you said….” Argis didn’t get a chance to finish. They had reached the summit and there was a red dragon there to greet them. For a brief second he almost drew his sword, but stopped when he recognized the dragon. He didn’t bother listening into their conversation, he would never understand it. Instead he let his pack drop to the ground and waited.

His eyes widened in delight when the red dragon flew off. All his dreams were about to come true he thought with a grin and moved towards her.

Ania watched as Argis moved towards her. All that muscle clenching with each step. She could see the outline of his shaft through his pants. She almost groaned right then. His eyes had turned a dark amber color, his cheeks were flushed as he moved towards her with purpose in each step.

The predatory look in his eyes stilled her breath making her neither regions throb. She gasped as he used his body to walk her back against the word wall. His one hand firmly planted on her rear as his other hand laced through her hair tugging her head back to meet his ravenous mouth.

There was no tenderness in this kiss, it was one of built up desires, tongues dueling for dominance, teeth nipping. She reached up to pull his head closer, but the hand that had been messaging her ass moved to grasp her hands. He gripped both of her wrists in one of his hands, raising them above her head, placing the firmly against the word wall.

“After this long of a wait ‘my Thane’ we are doing this my way,” he purred, grinding his hardness against her.

Ania swallowed thickly, this was a first for her. Someone taking charge, usually it was her who was in charge. Her stomach tightened with want while her brain yelled not to let this happen. “Don’t think just feel…” he rumbled against her throat.

She hated to admit it, but it brought out a whimper from her, not of fear but of pleasure. She didn’t like to think she was one of those girls that whimpered and whined, and yet here she was.

She gasped when she felt his teeth dragging lightly along her neck, with a little nip at the base of her throat. His other hand was making short work of her armor, the buckles were already undone, all he had to do was let her arms go. As soon as he did that, she was jumping him, her body was throbbing with need and she planned on slating it.

Argis chuckled when he saw her lust filled eyes. He could see her intentions clearly and knew he would be flat on his back as soon as her hands were loose. He glanced quickly at her armor and noticed it wasn’t one of her good pieces. He met her eyes and grinned, grabbing the knife from his boot. With a few deft slices her armor fell to the ground. His eyes widened when he saw her breath speedup, her eyes darken when he cut her breast band from her.

He groaned as he felt her smooth, taunt, hot skin beneath his hand. He needed to taste her, all of her. In his dreams he would taste every inch of her, leaving the best for last, but he knew he didn’t have the willpower for that this time. Later, he would take his time and taste every inch of her.

“Argis…” she groaned and he was nearly undone by the sound. He quit teasing, and slid his hand down her trews feeling already swollen and wet. He delved between her folder and moaned low when he felt her pulsing, near the edge of release.

He needed to taste…

He didn’t care what material he just ripped, he needed this sweet nectar that he could smell. The musky scent of her smothered him and he couldn’t get enough of it. He lapped at her juices, watching her closely, he felt her legs tremble, and purred against her. Her shout was music to his ears but not enough, not nearly enough. He moved so that her legs were over his shoulders, her back against the wall and he was wear he wanted to be. He tongue, deep within her, hitting the bundle of nerves deep within her.

He watched as her body twitched and quiver with each swipe of his tongue. Her hand were gripping his hair, tugging closer. Who was he to argue? He nipped gently at her pearl and thrilled when she stiffed, her body on the edge of release, waiting for his next move. Lightly he lapped at her, missing her pearl purposefully.

“Gods Argis quit fucking teasing!” she demanded. Argis smirked, gripping her thighs tighter, he knew they would be bruised in the morning, but didn’t care when he heard the heady groan leaving her.

He swiped his tongue across her slit, missing all her sensitive spots. “If you don’t finish this I’ll shout you…” he didn’t give her a chance to finish that threat. He sucked hard on her pearl, bring her even more closer to the edge of bliss.

“You were say?” he purred, making sure she could feel the rumble in his voice. He watched as her body quivered and she looked down at him with drowning eyes. With a grin he held her eyes as he took her pearl between his teeth and flicked at it with the tip of his tongue.

Argis shifted uncomfortably as she came, her juices coating his beard and face. His manhood was throbbing, painfully constricted against his pants. He quickly undid his belt, loosening the waist of his pants and slid them down as he rose to his feet.

He moved her so that her legs were wrapped around his waist. He waited until she could focus once more and her body came down from its high. That was his plan until she lowered herself onto him; in one smooth thrust he was sheathed fully in her. They both groaned in unison, her walls clenching tightly around him that he almost lost it right then.

He started with long slow strokes trying not to finish right then. “You don’t have control this time,” she purred against his ear and lowered body sharply onto his, their bodies slapping together with the force. His legs shook as he gritted his teeth, trying to hold out as she rode him ruthlessly.

“I’m not going to last like this…” he groaned torturously.

“Good, 'cause neither am I,” she moaned as she rose up again and slowly slid herself down onto him once more. With each movement her clit rubbed against him and he hit that one spot deep within her with each pass. No there was no way she was going to last… she thought with pleasure.

Her body quivered and tightened around him as she hit the edge of her orgasm. She heard him give a groan that sounded more like a growl. She found her hands pinned once more, her back pressed firmly against the wall and Argis was pounding into her for all he was worth.

Her vision turned white, her body bowed like a bow as pleasure washed through her, shook her very being. She didn’t shout, she couldn’t if she wanted too, her body forced a scream from her, with only one word in that scream and it was his name.

She felt him swelling deep within her and then his hot liquid filling her. It brought her over the edge a second time.

They both collapsed to the ground with a sigh, Ania rested her head on Argis’ shoulder as their pulse slowed. “We gotta do that again some time,” she said breathlessly.

“When is your dragon due back?” Argis asked.

“Not till I call him. Told him to visit Paarthurnax for a few days,” she answered with a grin.

“Thank the gods you’re the dragonborn,” Argis chuckled and groaned when he felt her tightened around his now softening shaft. He could feel his member starting to swell once more in reaction to her body.

“He might need to stay away longer…” Argis murmured before taking her mouth in a deep kiss.
~ooooooo~

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Chapter 5

Argis and Ania sat at the table in the house was building. It was located between Whiterun and Dawnstar. Usually it was quiet except lately, lately it seemed everyone wanted her attention. There was messengers everyday.

“When are we heading up that mountain again?” Argis growled as another knock on the door interrupted them. Her housecarl was sent to the market for food and to give them time. Her steward was getting more wood for her, and she ordered him to take his time. She had this planned, but it seemed like Skyrim was against them once again.

She didn’t mind if it gave her a repeat performance of the last time they went up that mountain.

“Not for a bit, have too many mission building up,” she muttered with an apologetic look.

She watched as Argis rose to his feet to answer the door. She didn’t bother trying to listen in, she knew Argis was probably threatening the messenger, especially the one who had been coming by in only his underwear and a hat. The first time had been amusing, now it was annoying.

“Ania, I’ll be outside practicing for a bit,” Argis told her. Her eyes narrowed at the sound of his voice, she knew something was up, and wasn’t sure if she wanted to check.

She decided she didn’t want to know and if its something really bad she’ll use her Thane status to get him out of trouble. There was no way she could have the best lay in Skyrim in jail. Not a chance in the nines could she allow that.

She thought she was well versed in sex, she had numerous lovers, but Argis… That man knows his stuff. Not long ago he taught her that feathers could be used for more than just stuffing pillows and mattresses. She also found out snow could have some very good uses. She shivered at the memory, her body automatically tightening at the images in her mind.

She was broken from her musings by a scream. Quickly she raced outside to see what in oblivion was going on. She stopped dead when she found Argis, her mouth dropped open before splitting into a huge grin.

Argis had strapped the messenger to the target and was now shooting arrows at him. Not one had hit him, and she knew Argis could hit him easily if he wanted to. But that wasn’t the point…

“No more messengers here! Make sure all of them know this. She has houses all over Skyrim hand it to her other housecarls,” Argis growled.

Ania chuckled as the man’s head bobbed frantically as he nodded his agreement. She watched as Argis let the man go. It was another first, seeing a man run that fast.

“Had fun?” she asked with an impish grin.

“Now we should not be interrupted,” Argis purred as he pulled her against him.

“Hmm, then I should get the feathers,” she murmured against his mouth.

“I’ll meet you in the house,” he rumbled before claiming her
mouth.

Ania grinned as she watched him walk into the house. She couldn’t believe her luck. It had been hellish in Markarth, but now, she wouldn’t change a thing in the world.

THE END

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