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Skyrim Page 3 - "Either you're naked, or I'm drunk. Maybe both."

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"Look at me," he growled, needing to see her face. She tipped her head back and he held her eyes as he pushed into her, trying to see every grimace and quirk. He was utterly shocked when he met a barrier after only a few inches. The revelation cooled his blood ever so slightly.

"Are you a…?" he tried to ask, his brows pulling together.

"Just do it," Merrill said, lifting her chin to brush her lips briefly against his.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, and did as she asked, using one strong thrust to tear her maidenhead and hilt himself fully inside her.

Merrill screamed in real pain this time, shaking and clawing at him, and he did his best to hold still and calm her, tracing one hand down the side of her face and kissing her over and over. When she started kissing him back he couldn't wait any longer and began moving, small and uneven at first but steadily stronger and faster as she met him with her hips. He settled his forehead against hers, with one hand wrapped around her back and the other bracing her hip, and studied her face each time he thrust.

It would be over far too soon, he knew, the culmination of weeks of wanting her and claiming her before any other man putting him almost immediately at the threshold. Vilkas bent to her neck again, sank his teeth in as he felt his climax begin to build, trying to go as deep into her as he could. Merrill arched against him, keening.

"Vilkas, gods," she cried, and it toppled him completely.

He shouted as he came, muffled against her skin, and fought to get as close to her as possible while pleasure burned through him, making him see spots. It felt decisive, like ownership, her maiden's blood mixing with his seed and the mark of his teeth on her body. Euphoria blanketed him for a few seconds and a fine tremor passed over his muscles before he lifted his head to look at Merrill.

She was frowning, looking frustrated and slightly out of her depth. He understood. Again, he pressed their brows together and carefully shifted one hand to the cleft between her legs. He brought her while he was still buried inside her, the clenching of her womb around him almost painful but still exquisite. The noises she made were even better. The knowledge that no one else had ever felt her come around them was fucking paradise.

Vilkas waited a few moments more while her breathing returned to normal, loath to separate.

Finally, he asked, "Can you stand?"

She nodded against his shoulder and moved one shaky leg off his hips. He slid out of her and guided her feet to the ground, keeping a hold on her hips until he was sure she was stable. Quickly, he laced up his pants and shoved all their armor and clothing into a pile, leaving it on the floor. Let them see, he thought, let them know that he has had her, that she is his.

He picked her shift out of the pile and threaded it over her head and arms, gently tugged it down, and then lifted her in both arms, cradling her against his chest.

When the made it to his room he set her on the bed and crawled in behind her, and then arranged their limbs until she was completely nestled against him, languid and warm.

"You are mine, now," he whispered into her hair before falling into the deepest sleep he'd had in months.

I'm super serial, this prompt would not let me go!!

So I wrote some morning after sex too, because my brain couldn't stop smutting. Let me know if you're interested and I'll post it!

Please post. Please. Please. Please!

I so want to see the morning after!

NO SERIOUSLY I GIVE YOU ALL THE INTERNETS PLUS VILKAS HOLY SMOTES THAT WAS PERFECT.
LITERALY P E R F E C T.
I AM SERIOUSLY FANNING MYSELF RN -PHEW-

more.
no joke post the after morning sex or i will... do something bad. MORE.

So glad you liked the story, it was great fun to write! I haven't written pr0n in too long and your prompt was the perfect thing to get me inspired.

Posting the morning after stuff now, hope ya like it too!!

Seriously meant to write a little bit of introspection for the DB but it turns out Vilkas wanted sex, and who am I to say no? Hope y'all enjoy!

F!Bosmer!DB/Vilkas
kinks: dub-con

Merrill woke a couple hours later feeling sore and heavy and hot. And confused. It took her a moment to remember whose room she was in, until she glanced down at the pale arm draped over her hip and noticed the heavy breathing in her ear.

Vilkas. Holy shit, Vilkas, fucking Vilkas, as in Vilkas fucking her against a door after nearly tearing her throat out for no damned reason, that fucking Vilkas.

Her mind descended into a whirlwind of incoherence for a second as she recalled each detail of the previous night. This was not okay, she decided, once she could think again. Definitely not okay. Right? Because she hated Vilkas and he hated her and people who hated each other shouldn't be making them come, right?

Wrong, she guessed, since that was exactly what she and Vilkas did. Each other. As in they did each other. Gah, she couldn't wrap her head around it. Her memory and her body weren't lying though, as if the fact the he was currently glued to her backside wasn't proof enough. Fuck. The exasperated kind, not the kind that she did with Vilkas and why did she keep thinking that way?

A temporary solution emerged from her addled head, struggling past memories and endless questions and general shock. Get out.

That she could do, at least. Or she thought she could. After gently removing his arm and untangling her legs, she moved to sit up only to be dragged back against his chest again with crushing strength. Merrill jumped – or tried to, she was pinned pretty securely – and twisted her head around to see Vilkas staring accusingly at her.

Fuck. No, wait, the scared kind not the other kind which could totally happen again right now. A slow heat spread through her limbs, making her feel loose and heavy, malleable. Vilkas' eyes narrowed and nostrils flared, and he tugged her a little closer, making the air leave her chest in a rush.

"Where were you going?" he asked, his voice a little deeper with sleep, "Were you trying to leave me?"

"I.." Why couldn't she think properly when he looked at her like that?

"You can't," he groused as he threw a leg over hers and twisted their bodies until he was halfway on top of her. "You belong to me now."

Already he was reaching a hand down to tug her shift out of the way, and damn if she wasn't wet from just thinking about it.

"I, wait, I don't belong to anyone, what makes you think – " He chose that moment to slide his fingers between her legs, immediately finding the place that made her insane with need. Vilkas kissed her, forcing her mouth open immediately to swallow the noises she made.

She was close, shifting and trembling with her hand wrapped around his, holding him to her, when he stopped and grabbed both of her wrists to slam them into the pillow above her head.

In an instant he was cradled between her thighs, his hips spreading her wide, and then he shoved into her, completely inside in one powerful thrust. They groaned in unison, and he waited a second for her, watching her, to let her adjust to his size. Then he was fucking her again. That kind. The best kind.

He wasn't frantic like last night, but slow and methodical, each thrust nearly overpowering her. She wanted to cling to him, pierce his skin with her nails in return for piercing her, but he wouldn't allow it, kept a firm hold on her hands. All she could do was try to meet his hips with hers and stare at him, at the way his eyes and mouth winced, the way he huffed each time he pushed as far as he could go.

Gods, she was so damn close, she was seriously going to die if he didn't move just a little faster. Whining, she tried to shift underneath him, digging her heels into his ass to get the message across.

"Please," she choked. He frowned and slowly bent to kiss her, and then raised his head again, still fucking her at that relentless, maddening pace.

"I know what you want," he whispered, his next thrust a little harder, making her back bow, "and I can give it to you, but you have to tell me. Tell me you're mine, that you belong to me. Tell me, or I'll fuck it out of you, I swear by the nine."

Merrill shook her head, defying him for reasons she couldn't comprehend because the only thing she wanted at the moment was to come.

"No," she gasped, just speaking the word ratcheting up her need a little more. "No, I won't say it, you can go fuck yourself."

He snarled in her ear, the sound crawling down her spine and settling at the bottom, building into an incredible orgasm. She arched off the bed, throwing her head back and exposing her neck to Vilkas in hopes that he would bite her again.

"Say it!" he yelled, but he was already losing control, moving faster, making her moan into his ear.

"Vilkas, please!" she cried at some point, lost in all of it, not entirely sure what she was asking for. He snarled again and latched his mouth onto her neck before hilting into her one last time, not moving except to grind against her. It was just enough, exactly what she needed, and she climaxed, convulsing and mewling.

He collapsed onto her for a small time, and she found she didn't mind until she started losing her vision from lack of oxygen. Luckily, he interpreted her wriggling correctly and shifted away. Torpor weighed her limbs down, made it impossible to move, and when Vilkas scooted close to her again, saying something she didn't really bother trying to catch, Merrill didn't fight him. She simply sank into sleep again.

Very, very nice super hot sequel. Oh my gods, I could just read these two hate fucking over and over again.

CURRENTLY DYING UNDER ALL THE HOT.
ALL THE HOT I TELL YOU
A!A, you've reduced this OP to a flailing ball of drool.
I CANNOT THANK THEE ENOUGH.

ohh please give me more of this two if you are alive!!!!!

This was brilliant!!
Just the way I imagine Vilkas....love you A!A

This became one of my favs instantly! You've written Vilkas so well. And it was hot...no, it was HOT. Please post the morning after!

Just saw you did - thanks so much!

Did you write more Vilkas or Farkas for any other prompt? :)

I'm afraid not, though I'm seriously interested in writing more. I didn't realize just how mouth-wateringly sexy Vilkas is until a few weeks ago. Reading all the awesome smut on this kmeme certainly helped!

So glad you liked!! :D

Oh, wow. I'm not a huge Vilkas fan, but this was so amazing.

"He shifted a hand up to her face and forced a finger into her mouth, desperate to have any part of him inside of her. He nearly came when she began to suckle on it." Those lines almost made me come.

I've read the other fills for this prompt, but I think this one is my favorite. Excellent job A!Anon.

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