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F!DB/Farkas - Love Making
(Anonymous) 2013-04-22 04:52 am (UTC)(link)Bonus if Farkas tops, and bonus if DB is a cute small little Nord. OP loves size kinks. OP also loves any A!As willing to fill.
Re: F!DB/Farkas - Love Making
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(Anonymous) 2013-11-14 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)F!DB/Farkas - Summer Solstice (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-11-15 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)Are we there yet? No.
Now? No.
“We shouldn’t be too far off,” Cato replied, picking up a small, blue bead that had clearly fallen off one of the tribe members. The sun slowly rose over the tops of the great forest, branches rustling in the wind. Her hood flew back onto her shoulders as the pair continued walking South. The two had taken a carriage from Whiterun to Bravil: a five day journey that tired both. Yet, they pressed on.
“Why does your mother live so far out here?”
“She’s part of a tribe that could be the last of it’s kind. They used isolation for protection. Many people believe they’d all vanish after most had been enslaved,” she turned to the wolf and placed the bead in his calloused hand, “but, that wasn’t the case.” Farkas smiled slightly and placed the little bead in the velveteen pouch she had given him nearly three years earlier, surprised he still had it, and used it. They continued to hike up and down hills and rocks, cutting bramble away with daggers. They ventured farther and farther into the woods. She could see smoke in the distance, gasping and skipping ahead, skirt gathered up in her hands, Farkas trailing behind her form. Talking and laughter could be heard. Soon enough, they entered the clearing in the forest.
“They’ve fortified the area,” Cato whispered to herself, walking around the wall of trees, searching for a gate. She was surprised, yet pleased at the added safety.
“When were you here last?” the wolf asked.
“Just four Summers ago—”
“Auran Pellani!” a tall, thin elf called. “Welcome, outsiders.”
She smiled, “Admia. I am here to visit my mother.”
“Ah! Ceya-Tar! I barely recognized you. Come, I’ll open the gate.” The elf turned a large wheel, opening the fortified doors of the village.
Farkas looked at Cato puzzled. He leaned close to the small girl as they walked through the gate and into the bustle of the growing tribe. “Ceya-Tar?”
“Yes. That’s the name I go by here . . . sometimes.”
“So, you’re Elven?”
“Partially,” she giggled, pushing her hair behind her ears, revealing very slightly pointed ears, “I’m surprised you hadn’t noticed.”
“I never would have guessed.”
Despite the time they’d spent together, there was still much he didn’t know about his companion. He’d memorized her gait, the way she elegantly drew the tight string of her bow back when she aimed for a bandit’s throat, the greyish-white fur of her beast form blending in with the snow, blood dripping from her gaping jaw, coagulating in the cold. He even knew what her favorite books were, and yet, he’d only scratched the surface.
The two strolled through the village, squeezing between the Mer, clothed in bright, beautiful fabrics adorned with beads and fine needlework. The village was much bigger than it was the last time Cato visited. The elves had opened up trade with small bands of Khajiit, from what one of the shopkeepers told her. She purchased a bundle of crow feathers and a lavender muffin to share with her companion wolf. She taught him some basic Ayleidoon words, like ‘hello’ and ‘thank you’ and explained the current social structure.
“Where’s your mother?” he pondered.
“She’s on somewhat of a schedule. She’s a priestess at their temple,” she shrugged and sat against a tree, seeking shelter from the heat of the sun. Farkas leaned beside her. She pulled down on his belt, forcing him to sit. He grumbled a bit, but didn’t object. Cato produced the lavender muffin from her small bag and split it in half, handing Farkas the larger half before leaning against him. She nuzzled into his bicep despite the stifling heat radiating from him. His brows furrowed at this blatant display of affection. They’d been close like this before, usually sleeping in the same tent. She’d roll around in her sleep, pulling all their furs and linens with her until she rested against his shoulder, one leg thrown over his hips, leaching his heat. But here, she was very conscious in her actions. He thought for a second that maybe she was tired and delirious, but looking down, he observed her quietly nibbling on her muffin half, watching men and women passing by, covering every inch of the tent village in cloth banners and ribbons and vibrant flowers.
F!DB/Farkas - Summer Solstice (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-11-15 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)Cato replied dreamily, “The Summer Solstice. It’s a big thing here: huge festival and such, bonfire, dancing—a lot of food . . .and booze.” Her companion grunted in response, shoving the rest of his small meal into his mouth. She sat up and removed her cloak and gloves, shoving both into her pack. “You know, you should relieve yourself of your armor before you die from a heat stroke,” she suggested, taking off her boots.
“I’m fine.”
“No. You’re warmer than you usually are,” she laughed, reaching for a leather buckle playfully. Farkas tried to move away, but she lunged forward and grabbed onto it.
“Damn, woman!”
“No one cares! You’re wearing a tunic underneath.”
“I—am—fine!” he grunted, silently pulling his dagger. Quickly, he slipped it under the strap Cato was assaulting and sliced through it, sending her flying back into the grass with a thud.
“You big oaf!”
“I’d rather change in private,” he scolded, crossing his arms. Cato just stayed sprawled on her back in the grass, looking up at the leaves of the tree shading them. Relatively quickly she sprang to her feet, but not before “accidentally” kicking him in the thigh. He watched her run quite a far distance toward a tall, slender woman cloaked in red and gold finery, jewels, tassels, and beads. He observed them embrace: once, twice—three times, laugh, hold hands, wipe away tears and hug again. Within time, Cato led the woman toward him. He stood frantically, able to breathe a little better with one of his armor straps cut.
Cato spoke first, “Farkas, this is my mother.”
With that, he dipped his head in recognition, not wanting to say something stupid to the elegant woman.
She spoke up and asked, “This is your—?”
“Shield-brother,” he interrupted, mentally tearing himself to pieces because of his quick answer.
Cato laughed and explained to her confused mother, “He’s a friend. I don’t think you know who the Companions are, or Jorrvaskr, but . . . yeah. He’s a friend.”
The older woman scoffed with a heavy accent, “I was hoping you’d say he’s your partner. I’m not dying until I have some grandbabies!”
Cato blushed the brightest red he’d ever seen and went to gathering her belongings. She mumbled something along the lines of, “Let’s just go back to your tent.” He laughed and immediately decided that he liked her mother.
Her tent was more like three large ones tied together, each rectangular in shape and in no way modest: orange linens for walls embroidered with blues and golds, more extravagant than the clothing Cato’s mother wore. A small fire pit was hollowed out in the ground in the middle of the main room with pillows and blankets surrounding it. His companion led him into the room on the left, pushing back the heavy, navy blue curtain in the doorway. Farkas was clearly too tall for the small abode. The room was filled with a few pieces of wooden furniture, drapes, books, potted plants, and various knick knacks. Cato made herself at home, throwing her bag down and quickly removing all her clothing except for the white shift she under her dress. She slumped onto the pile of furs and blankets on the floor, but not without giving him an amused, quizzical look, catching him staring. She appeared almost—lustful, and he wondered if she was in heat. She certainly had a different scent to her, one of honeysuckle and blackberries.
A/N: I forgot to tag this and such! They'll be in a reply to the first chapter.
Re: F!DB/Farkas - Summer Solstice Kinks
(Anonymous) 2013-11-15 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)Summer Solstice (3/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-11-23 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)Cato hopped up and quickly left the room. Farkas rubbed his temples in an attempt to purge the image of her from his head. He couldn’t not see her sprawled out before him. He shook his head quickly like a dog drenched in water before working at the buckles on his armor, then sliding the cuirass over his head, setting it neatly on a dresser. He worked at the steel plates on his legs, repeating the same process. The moment he pulled his tunic over his head, he heard the patter of Cato’s feet, stopping in the doorway. She turned nearly as red as a tomato, causing the larger wolf to laugh, “Girl, you’ve seen me buck naked before. What’s the matter?”
She stammered, “N—nothing. I’m just grabbing my bag. Sorry.”
When she walked by, he roughly tousled her hair, “Strange thing.”
She laughed a little before running out, but not before stopping to look him over curiously. He was tall: much taller than her. Broad shoulders, thick muscles, chest brushed with dark hair that thinned out and traveled down his stomach, thickening under his navel and trailing down to the waistband of his breeches . . . ever so masculine. She gave him a little smile before leaving him alone: it was like she knew some secret and had no plans on telling him. He groaned as he stretched, feeling each vertebrae pop. He rid himself of his shoes and pulled on a clean shirt before joining his companion.
“How’s your father?” the tall, elven woman asked her daughter.
With hesitation, Cato replied, “He’s passed.”
There was a thick silence between them before her mother spoke with a sigh, “Well . . . I assume we should celebrate his life rather than mourn his passing.”
Farkas quietly sat next to the small wolf, his fingers brushing her own slightly. She looked to him and smiled before hooking her pinky with his.
“Farkas, how’d you like your tea?”
“I dunno. Never drank it much,” he replied.
“A bit of honey for the both of us, then,” Cato answered for him. Within seconds, both had their hands cupped around small glasses filled with flowery tea. “I don’t stir mine, so when I get to the bottom, it’s really sweet.”
Her mother shook her head, laughing as she sat across from them. “How’s your blood been treating you, dear?”
“Well enough. Can’t say I hate it.”
“Full moon tonight. Couldn’t have been better timing for the festival.”
That must have been it. Farkas nearly choked on his drink. He knew he felt something odd, but he’d lost track of the cycle of the moon in his travels. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense: she was probably just on ends because of the moon, like himself. Lost in his speculations, he hadn’t noticed Cato and her mother leave the room. He heard the rustling of fabric, clattering beads, a bit of laughter. He downed his tea, following the girl’s advice to not stir it. It left a tangy sweetness on his tongue. He’d barely diverted his eyes from the fire when the two emerged from behind the other curtain with small jars of paint. He couldn’t help stare at the now scantily clad girl he traveled with on an almost daily basis.
“What do you think?” she asked, twirling. It was a long loincloth, but at the same time, it was more of a skirt, with fabric draping around her hips and attaching the two panels, decorated with silver and blue beads. Her top was a bit more simple, still beautiful, wrapped tightly around her breasts, nearly completely shrinking them.
“It’s—colorful,” he croaked, causing her to laugh.
“We could find you some attire,” she teased, opening a jar of purple tint. She took a brush and dipped it in before delicately painting two stripes under her eyes. Both of the women painted thin, whirling designs on their skin, which Farkas couldn’t help but admire. “Take your shirt off, big guy.”
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