The door flew off its hinges, skidding along the floor to smack into the base of the bath. Through the newly vacant hole in the wall strode Freyja, blue eyes like daggers as she surveyed the suddenly quivering Farkas.
"Now who's in the position of power?" she laughed, fingering the dagger handle at her hip. "I do not appreciate waiting for my bath Farkas!"
"I... I had no idea bathing was so important to you," Farkas smiled weakly, His hands moving instinctively over his crotch.
Freyja narrowed her eyes at him, before bursting into laughter. "Old Tilma will not be happy," she giggled, surveying the wreckage behind her.
"Good job we're not a bunch of prudes," Farkas laughed back.
"I shall be blaming you if anybody asks,"
"They'd blame me anyway," Farkas moaned. "I'll let you have that one."
"Oh, you'll let me, will you?" Freyja advanced on Farkas in the bath, smiling dangerously, glancing up and down his toned form. "That is so very kind of you!" She turned to take off her boots.
Farkas studied her as she turned, enjoying the view of her bottom arrayed before him in rather tight fitting leather greaves. He shifted slightly, opening his legs to release his hardening length, fighting hard in his mind not to reach down and stroke it. "Sorry, what?" he asked dumbly, Freyja had been speaking but he hadn't caught a word.
"I said, are you going to let me in that bath then, or not?" Oh gods, she was starting to unbutton her armour, Farkas desperately tried to think of a reason not to stand up. Her top slid away to reveal pale breasts beneath, pink tips standing to attention even in the warm air by the fire. Farkas groaned, finally giving into temptation and gripping himself tightly.
"If you really want a bath," he growled. "Come and get in here with me."
"Well, that was the original plan," Freyja smiled, now starting to unbutton her greaves. "But after the whole business with the door, I don't think it's be quite right to let you be in control." The greaves slipped to the floor, revealing very long shapely legs and a large tuft of dark blonde hair. She smiled that wicked smile again, making him feel quite queasy. "I've been meaning to fuck you for a while now, I wasn't about to let you ruin the percet opportunity" All she had on now was her thin black belt, resting just above the delicious curve of her arse. Farkas breathed deeply and licked his lips as she unsheathed a dagger from it, motioning him to stand up.
He did so, making no attempt to hide his now rock hard penis or the overwhelming desire which he knew shone through his eyes. He stepped out of the tub, slipping slightly, his cock slapping against the inside of his thighs much to Freyja's amusement.
She appraised him for a moment, Farkas proud of the hungry look she gave him. "Now," she said, voice cracking slightly. "Get on your knees."
He was used to taking orders, in her unkinder moments Aela told him it was the only thing he was good for. He went to his knees quickly, looking up at Freyja, all pink and glowing in the heat of the fire, eyes wide with anticipation.
Re: Open the Damn Door 2/?
The door flew off its hinges, skidding along the floor to smack into the base of the bath. Through the newly vacant hole in the wall strode Freyja, blue eyes like daggers as she surveyed the suddenly quivering Farkas.
"Now who's in the position of power?" she laughed, fingering the dagger handle at her hip. "I do not appreciate waiting for my bath Farkas!"
"I... I had no idea bathing was so important to you," Farkas smiled weakly, His hands moving instinctively over his crotch.
Freyja narrowed her eyes at him, before bursting into laughter. "Old Tilma will not be happy," she giggled, surveying the wreckage behind her.
"Good job we're not a bunch of prudes," Farkas laughed back.
"I shall be blaming you if anybody asks,"
"They'd blame me anyway," Farkas moaned. "I'll let you have that one."
"Oh, you'll let me, will you?" Freyja advanced on Farkas in the bath, smiling dangerously, glancing up and down his toned form. "That is so very kind of you!" She turned to take off her boots.
Farkas studied her as she turned, enjoying the view of her bottom arrayed before him in rather tight fitting leather greaves. He shifted slightly, opening his legs to release his hardening length, fighting hard in his mind not to reach down and stroke it. "Sorry, what?" he asked dumbly, Freyja had been speaking but he hadn't caught a word.
"I said, are you going to let me in that bath then, or not?" Oh gods, she was starting to unbutton her armour, Farkas desperately tried to think of a reason not to stand up. Her top slid away to reveal pale breasts beneath, pink tips standing to attention even in the warm air by the fire. Farkas groaned, finally giving into temptation and gripping himself tightly.
"If you really want a bath," he growled. "Come and get in here with me."
"Well, that was the original plan," Freyja smiled, now starting to unbutton her greaves. "But after the whole business with the door, I don't think it's be quite right to let you be in control." The greaves slipped to the floor, revealing very long shapely legs and a large tuft of dark blonde hair. She smiled that wicked smile again, making him feel quite queasy. "I've been meaning to fuck you for a while now, I wasn't about to let you ruin the percet opportunity" All she had on now was her thin black belt, resting just above the delicious curve of her arse. Farkas breathed deeply and licked his lips as she unsheathed a dagger from it, motioning him to stand up.
He did so, making no attempt to hide his now rock hard penis or the overwhelming desire which he knew shone through his eyes. He stepped out of the tub, slipping slightly, his cock slapping against the inside of his thighs much to Freyja's amusement.
She appraised him for a moment, Farkas proud of the hungry look she gave him. "Now," she said, voice cracking slightly. "Get on your knees."
He was used to taking orders, in her unkinder moments Aela told him it was the only thing he was good for. He went to his knees quickly, looking up at Freyja, all pink and glowing in the heat of the fire, eyes wide with anticipation.