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F!DB/Stormcloaks "Spoils of War" part 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

(characters include F!DB, a few Stormcloak soldiers, and a Ralof cameo. Kinks include het, femslash, group sex, double and triple penetration. First time I've ever written a gangbang. Please, enjoy)

It was done. Tulius and Rikke were dead. Elisif was at Ulfric's mercy. And Skjoldis was a champion. She was well liked and admired as a general, despite her background. Her father was an Imperial soldier, her mother, a Nord living in Cyrodil. They fell in love, and her father was dismissed from duty to live as a civilian. They married the next winter, and in the spring, Skjoldis was born. Her father had let her mother raise her as a nord warrior, even her name meant "Shield-Maiden". According to her mother after her father's passing, he did it because he wanted Skjoldis to be as strong and beautiful as her mother. Skjoldis came to skyrim to find her fate as a Nord, which turned out to be that she was the Nord hero, the Dovahkiin. Dragonborn. If only ma could see her now. She enlisted in the army, and rose in rank quickly due to her fiery Nord spirit and elegant Imperial diplomatic skills. Her platoon was one that took solitude, and she was often honored in song. She was barely past her 23rd year, yet she was an experienced warrior as any. 

   It was the night after the siege. Skjoldis and her remaining platoon of men and women sat around a fire, eating horker haunches and drinking ale. There were few of them. Four men, and three women. Most had gone back to see wives and families, others had perished at the imperial hand. Skjoldis and the ones who stayed behind were  unmarried, and kept watch at a nearby camp to make sure riots didn't break out in Solitude. The city was quiet, and it was late. Skjoldis looked around. She had thought a few times about settling down, but she felt too young. Too full of fire. She usually disassociated with men. Sometimes, one or two of the soldiers took her in the barracks, but that was just to sate the fire. Looking around, it burned harder, and lit a candle in Skjoldis' mind.