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Hello one and all!
I come to you as both OP and A!A...

I've started writing (I'm about two thirds of the way through) a new Endra/Ghorbash story and just wondered if anyone was interested in a bit more Orc/Nord loving!

There's plenty of grumpy Ghorbash and a whole dose of fluffy smut!

Anyone interested in reading?

(Also, should I make a tag for the series?)

As the A!A for a Borgakh fill, I'd have to say I'm not averse to some Orsimer smut/fluff. :)

As someone who doesn't search by tags, but reads anything that drops into my in-box, I can't advise on series tags...sorry.

If there's an orc involved... and there totally is, YES! Just yes a million times over. Please make this a series, I beg of you.

As an OP for one of the stories you filled with them, I absolutely squeed when I read this. I would love to read it, if you're willing to share <3

Yay!
Thanks so much for your enthusiastic comments, sweet nonnies!
I'll start posting soon :)

Hope you all had a swell Christmas!

Hello everyone! Thanks so much for registering some interest in this...I had an idea for another Endra/Ghorbash and I just had to write it! I’m also going to set up a series tag for anyone who follows them.

Also, this takes place after ‘Love Knows No Prejudice’ and ‘Displaced Pain’ (in case anyone hasn’t spotted those too). Hope you all like this one too!

tags: es:skyrim, series:endra, char:F!PC, char:ghorbash_the_iron_hand, race:Orsimer, relationship:het, race:Nord, kink:size, kink:fluff, kink:denial.

Bravery

Breezehome was pleasant and Ghorbash was immediately made comfortable by the roaring fire, the bubbling cooking pot and the soft chairs. He surveyed the room as Endra removed her weapons one by one; her trusty steel sword, then her enchanted dagger and finally the bow she had been practising with of late along with the Orcish arrows he had presented her with as a gift some days before.

She turned and smiled at him. “Make yourself at home. Chuck your stuff anywhere you like.”

He obeyed silently and he had just leant his axe against the wall when he heard footsteps on the stairs. He tensed but he saw that Endra was still removing her armour and hadn’t halted in surprise. A dark haired woman came rushing towards them before bowing slightly.

“I am honoured to see you again, my Thane.”

Endra shook her head, smiling. “I have told you countless times: there is no need to speak to me with such formality. In fact, I would prefer it if you didn’t...I am not accustom to it.”

“Yes, my – Endra.”

“Good.” She had fully shed her armour and she turned to Ghorbash who was still standing behind her, feeling a little awkward. “Lydia, this is my companion Ghorbash. Ghorbash, this is Lydia, my Housecarl.”

Ghorbash saw a look of surprise wash over the Housecarl’s face as he stepped out of the shadows and closer to the fire but she masked it quickly and said, “Greetings. Welcome to Whiterun and Breezehome.”

He nodded and replied gruffly, “Thank you.”

Lydia rushed over to the cooking pot and looked inside. “I have not cooked enough for all three of us and I fear there are no more ingredients in the crates.” She looked back up at her Thane who was watching her fuss, mildly amused. “Please accept my apologies.”

Endra just smiled sweetly again and Ghorbash felt his chest swell with affection, captivated by how relaxed and open she was. “Oh, there is no need for that at all. After all, you weren’t to know that we would be returning this evening. I think perhaps we will go to the Bannered Mare and leave you in peace.”

It was obvious Lydia had her evening planned out and, while she was being exceedingly polite and accommodating, Ghorbash couldn’t fail to notice the book on the table, the blankets over the chair and the meal for one bubbling away. He was glad Endra had noticed too and was happy to leave Lydia alone.

“If you are sure, my Thane?” Lydia said and Endra rolled her eyes at the use of her title again.

“Of course. I think I will take a bath and then we shall head over there.”

“Allow me to sort that for you, Thane.” Lydia hurried off up the stairs and Endra laughed softly, shouldering her bag and following her at a slower pace. Ghorbash stood alone by the door, unsure of what he should be doing. Was it presumptuous to follow her? He didn’t want to seem like he was pushing her. Even though they had been intimate before, he wasn’t expecting to be sharing her room with her and would be more than happy to sleep downstairs away from the women if needs be.

But suddenly she appeared at the top of the stairs, smiling widely. “Come! You will find no rest by the door.”

He nodded and shouldered his own bag, feeling odd about leaving his weapons behind even though he knew they were all perfectly safe here. It had been a long time since he was parted with them. The stairs were more of a ladder than anything else and Ghorbash knew that they had been made for a Nord’s stride rather than an Orcish one; he found that each step hit his calf sharply as he stood on the one below.

Once at the top of the stairs, he saw a small room to his left – which he assumed was the Housecarl’s – and the doors were wide open to another room on his right but he found himself intrigued by the large collection of weapons. Several shields and swords were stacked up on a small table and he studied each one with interest; some were simply strong and powerful while others held an enchantment that made them glimmer dangerously. But even all of these did not capture his attention as much as the weapon in the display on the wall. Unconsciously, he took a step forward to look at it closer.

It held no enchantments but things like that didn’t matter to him; Ghorbash usually enjoyed the simpler things in life but that didn’t mean he was only attracted to things that were ugly or plain. This axe was far from it; it was made of finest ebony and it glinted in the candlelight as though it was tempting him to take it and spill blood. Ghorbash wasn’t weak to such things but if his resolve had been much weaker, he would have taken it from its holding place and handled it.

Instead, he forced himself to step away from it and collided with Lydia who was closing the doors to her Thane’s chambers.

“You must wait downstairs. My Thane is bathing and does not wish to be disturbed.” Her tone was polite but forceful and Ghorbash felt a prickle of irritation despite knowing she was just doing her job.

“Oh, there is no need for that Lydia!” Endra’s voice called from inside. “He has already seen me without my clothes! Let him in!”

Ghorbash and Lydia shared a fierce blush. The Housecarl said nothing else and retired to her own room. Ghorbash pushed open the doors and suddenly found himself short of breath. Endra was stretched out in the bath as he had expected but, for some reason, he hadn’t expected to be quite so affected by the sight of her naked form covered in a glistening sheen of water.

She had heard the door open and sat further up in the high-sided bath, letting her head drop back so she could see him upside down. There was a broad smile on her face and Ghorbash was beginning to wonder if it ever left her face. He struggled for something to say to distract himself from the sight of her.

“You have made your Housecarl blush.” He said gruffly, wandering into the room and looking around, his back to her so he didn’t have to worry about her noticing the affect she was having on him. He felt her wet fingertips brush his back even through his armour and he turned reluctantly.

“It seems I made you blush also.” Her eyes searched his face and he realised he must still have some heat in his cheeks from her comment moments before. She bit her lip but still managed to look mischievous and he felt another bolt of heat shoot through him. “Did you wish I had not told her?”

Ghorbash shrugged and, for once, she frowned. “It does not affect me either way. I am merely surprised that you would admit it.”

She sighed and he was alarmed to hear that she sounded disappointed with his answer. She brought her knees her to her chest and let her head slip under the water. She turned several times and he was captivated by how the light and the water made her appear almost ethereal. Her hair swirled around her until she stopped turning and emerged again, taking in a deep breath and blinking away the water that clung to her eyelashes. She pushed her wet hair off her face and seemed surprised when she still saw him stood there, watching.

“You can make yourself comfortable if you wish. There should be a man’s shirt in the dresser if you would like it.”

A flare of anger rose up within him. Why was there a man’s shirt in the dresser? Who was he to her? Was he a lover of hers? Did she have one in every town? Was she just using him between towns and then finding a strappy young Nord to spend her time with in the cities? She noticed his expression, the way he had frozen and how his hands had clenched into fists at his side. He heard her huff.

“What is it?”

Loving it so far, a!a. Keep it up <3

I love it so much!

“There is a man’s shirt here? To whom does it belong?”

In all the time he had known her, he had only ever seen her angry once: when the Dark Brotherhood had attempted – very badly – to assassinate her and she had sworn not ever to join them despite her assassin’s training.

This was the second time. And Ghorbash was afraid. He wasn’t afraid of her physically hurting him (though he was sure she could shout him to pieces), he was afraid that he had lost her.

She heaved herself out of the bath. She rummaged in the dresser and pulled on a dress, lacing the bodice tightly and with a little too much force. Then, before she turned away, she reached into the dresser again, produced the shirt and she threw it at him. He caught it and she glared, calling over her shoulder as she stormed down the stairs “It belonged to the previous owner! I hope that does not cause you too much grievance!”

And with that, the front door slammed and Ghorbash was left alone in her chambers.

***

An hour later, she had still not returned.

Ghorbash sat alone in one of the two chairs in front of the fire, occasionally gazing forlornly at the empty chair beside him. He had begun sharpening his steel war axe and he was finding the scrape of the stone over the blade was an oddly therapeutic movement. He wondered how long she would be gone and what she would say when she came back.

There was a creak of wood behind him.

“What did you do?”

Ghorbash turned to see Lydia descending the steps, arms crossed. He just sighed and shrugged. He didn’t want to talk about it. Orcs weren’t exactly known for their conversational skills and neither were they known for their sense of romance so the combination of having to do both set Ghorbash’s tusks on edge. He was surprised when she sat down in the chair next to him. She leaned forward and stirred the food still bubbling away in the cooking pot.

“You must have done something wrong to make her leave. She does not anger easily.”

He stayed quiet.

“She will probably be in The Bannered Mare.” Lydia continued. “She has friends there that I am sure should would like to visit.”

“Does she.” He said blankly, not wanting to encourage her conversation.

“Yes. But I am sure she would rather you were with her.”

He snorted. “I doubt that. I am sure she has better things to do than to talk with a gruff, cold Orc.” He took a swig of Nord Mead before adding quietly, “Not with all of those hot-blooded Nord men around anyway.”

Lydia sat back in her chair with a triumphant air. “Ah! So that is what this is all about. You believe that she will find someone more attractive than you and tell you to leave her company.”

Ghorbash didn’t confirm it for her but apparently she didn’t need him to. Instead, she asked: “Has she ever shown any signs of finding someone else?”

“Stop.” He grunted. “I do not feel comfortable discussing this with her let alone her Housecarl who I have only just met.”

She smirked. “Maybe that is the very problem.”

He fidgeted. “I am an Orc. We do not discuss such matters. I am sure she knew that before we...” He trailed off awkwardly before continuing. “I do not think she expects such things of me. She understands that I am not the male who would give her a grand gesture.”

“Then perhaps you should.”

Ghorbash looked at her and wondered if she was right. He cared for Endra greatly and he would have been lying if he did not admit to himself that part of the reason he agreed to follow her in the first place was because he found her incredibly lovely. As a stronghold orc, Ghorbash did not have the opportunity to meet women he would deem to be ‘lovely’. He had only ever become close with Orcish women and, while they too held an appeal, he could never describe them as being overly ‘lovely’.

Endra was the first human woman he had ever been attracted to and, while he was happy she had reciprocated his feelings, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it should all just end. He knew her friends would never approve of her lying with an orc and he was positive that his family and his fellow orcs in the stronghold would not approve. Perhaps it would be best for both of them if they just ended it now before things became messy.

Endra!Anon you're hurting me ;~; GHORBASH YOU BETTER NOT DO ANYTHING STUPID

But the more he thought about leaving her, the more determined he became to win her back.

The thought that she could be along the road in a tavern, surrounded by Nord men all eager to talk with her, made him sure that she was meant to be his as much as he was already hers. He stood and was a little annoyed that Lydia looked surprised that he was going after her.

“The Bannered Mare?”

“The Bannered Mare.” She confirmed with a firm nod.

He returned her nod in acknowledgement, pushed open the doors of Breezehome and emerged into the cold night air. He headed up to his right, recognizing a swinging sign in the distance and guessing that it must be the tavern he was looking for. He strode on, trying not to think about what he was going to say or what her reaction might be. He had got into this mess by over thinking.

He stopped just before the door. Taking a deep breath, he pushed it open.

He was hit by a wall of noise. There was shouting, laughing and even a little singing and spotted the object of his reluctant affections in the centre of it. She had her arm in front of another Nord woman, who was caught between outrage and embarrassment, and they were both hurling abuse at a man holding a lute who in turn was being backed up by several other Nord men.

Due to the chaos, no one spotted Ghorbash entering and he was grateful that for once he was not greeted by suspicious stares. He approached the argument cautiously, not wanting to get involved with something that was nothing to do with him. However, at that moment he heard one of the Nord men say to Endra,

“Don’t you worry, sweetheart. I know you might be standing up against us now, but later you’ll be on your knees for me.”

Ghorbash knocked the others out of the way and seized the man by the back of his shirt. The man jumped and turned as best he could, aiming a messy punch at him which Ghorbash avoided with ease. He plucked the man from the crowd, everyone’s previous argument now forgotten at this new turn of events, and slammed him against the wall.

“What did you say?” He growled in the man’s face. The man’s eyes bulged as Ghorbash’s grip shifted from his shirt to his neck. “Repeat it to me. I dare you.”

The man gargled and scratched at the orc’s pale green hand. Ghorbash just pushed up, lifting the man onto his toes.

“Put him down!” Came a stern male voice from behind him.

“Down?” Ghorbash grunted. Oh, I will put him down.

With one hand, Ghorbash lifted him fully off the floor and moved his free hand around to the man’s back when he started to thrash so he couldn’t escape. He carried him through the tavern, kicked open the front door and hurled the man outside. He rolled feebly down the steps, wheezing and clutching his throat. The man’s friends pushed past him and stumbled down to help him. They glared back at Ghorbash who still stood tall in the doorway, strong and silent as ever.

They all hurried off and he went back inside, trying to focus on why he came here in the first place. Endra was sat on one of the benches around the fire with the woman she had been defending and she looked up when the orc entered. She didn’t smile but neither was she frowning and Ghorbash felt that he had managed to make a small step forward.

He made his way over to her but before either of them could say anything, the woman beside her said,

“Thank you. Both of you. Mikael would not take no for an answer.”

Endra smiled and Ghorbash felt another rush of affection for her. He couldn’t quite comprehend how she could have such a strong affect on him by doing something as simple as smiling. No one had ever disarmed him as quickly and he wasn’t sure if he enjoyed it or not.

“It is not a problem.” She was saying to the woman. “He should respect you enough to accept your answer, even if it displeases him.”

The woman nodded and thanked them again before standing and leaving them alone. There was a pause before Ghorbash realised he was supposed to be making it up with her rather than remaining in uncomfortable silence. He sat down beside her, took her hand from her lap and held it in his own larger hand. He saw surprise on her face and he took a deep breath again.

“I am sorry.”

Her expression softened for a moment before she regained her composure and raised a dark eyebrow. “You are sorry? What are you sorry for?”

Ghorbash realised she would not make this easy for him. Instead of protesting, he knew he would have to play her little game. “I am sorry for doubting you. I do not truly believe that you would be dishonest and lay with another man.” She let herself soften a bit and her thumb began stroking his skin gently. “However, I do feel as though you should.”

Her thumb stilled and she stared, an expression of horror on her face. “Ghorbash, I – ”

“But I do not want you to.” He gripped her hand tighter. “As much as I feel as though you deserve another man – a better, more handsome one, one of your own kind – I could not bear it if you were to tell me to leave.”

To his surprise, she laughed and shook her head. “You believe that I deserve another man? A Nord man?” She gestured to the door. “A man like the one you have just thrown outside for making a lewd comment towards me? You think I deserve that?”

He growled at the thought. “Of course not. I meant a kind man, one that will protect you and defend your honour and care for you – ”

“Like you do?” She said, tilting her head to the side.

He fell silent. It was true; he did do all of those things. He hadn’t thought of that. And now he found he had no response, especially when she raised her eyebrows and her mouth quirked into a smile.

“You see now? Your argument makes no sense! Why would search for something else when I already have what I want most?”

Again, he had no response. She just laughed and shook her head. Eventually, he spoke:

“You are not concerned about what people would say if they knew we were...” He trailed off awkwardly.

“Together?” She finished for him. He nodded. “No, of course not. It is not anyone else’s business whether we are together or not and if they do approach me about it with any concerns – which I doubt they will – then I will remind them that I’m the dragonborn and I can bloody well do what I like.”

He laughed and she grinned. Once he had sobered, he asked once more, “But are you certain? This town is your home and if people here took issue – ”

He was cut off by her lips colliding with his. He tensed at first, conscious that the others in the inn had fallen quiet and he was sure they were watching them. But when her teeth pulled gently at his bottom lip, he growled and pulled her closer, making her squeal against his mouth.

Ghorbash wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, lips together and limbs entwined as they sat on the bench by the fire. When they finally stopped to take breath, he noticed that the other customers were indeed watching them; some hid it well, glancing furtively over their tankards, while others openly watched, apparently fascinated at the prospect of a Nord woman and Orc male.

However, Endra didn’t seem to notice and moved to kiss him again but he halted her reluctantly. She glanced around and said, “Ah. Right, I see.” Then she stood suddenly. “Thank you, Hulda. It’s been a lovely evening. Good night everyone.”

And with that, she pulled on Ghorbash’s hand, urging him to his feet, and she led him through the quiet inn and out of the door.

Once the door had swung closed behind them, he sighed and gave her stern look but was amused nonetheless.

“I fear we will be the centre of a lot of talk.”

“Ah, well.” She said, moving closer to him so her breasts brushed against his hard chest. “I shall visit the market tomorrow and bask in it.”

She bit her plump lip and draped her arms around his neck. He couldn’t resist her. He scooped her up and her legs found rest around his waist, his hands squeezing her hips as he began walking down the road to her house. However, his ability to stay on his feet came under some threat when her lips closed around one of his sensitive ears. He groaned and would have dropped her if her legs weren’t gripping him. He felt her tongue slide up and then back down and he stopped dead just outside Breezehome, unable to concentrate on this extreme pleasure and walking all at once. She laughed and he shivered when the vibrations tickled his ear. She made to move her ministrations onto his other ear but he stopped her with a hand in her hair and pulled her into a crushing kiss.

He nudged open her mouth with his own and his tongue found hers, his body thrumming with excitement. She shifted against him, creating a teasing friction that made him desperate to get inside the house. As though she was reading his mind, she groped behind her for the door handle and he heard a click, prompting him to push her back against the door. It opened and he hurriedly moved them both inside, his lips not moving from hers for even a second.

Once the door snapped shut behind them, her hands were pulling at his shirt and their kisses became quicker, almost frantic.

“I see all is well again.”

They both jumped and pulled away from each other, Endra sliding out of his arms with a startled expression.

“Oh, Lydia. I had forgotten that you...” She trailed off, smiling nervously.

“...were here?” Lydia looked between them and Ghorbash realised she didn’t look remotely surprised or alarmed. On the contrary, she looked amused. She closed her book but kept her finger in it. “Perhaps I should retire to my room – ”

“No!” Endra said quickly, making both Ghorbash and Lydia look in surprise. Endra forced another smile. “No need. Stay down here. Please.”

Again, Lydia merely looked amused. “Very well. I shall finish my book.”

Endra nodded and led Ghorbash up the stairs quickly, apparently eager to get away from her Housecarl. They entered her room and she quickly closed the doors behind them, sighing with relief that they were alone once more. He stood behind her and placed his large hands on her shoulders, deciding that it was his turn to tease her. He pushed the shoulders of her dress down, exposing soft skin. He kissed, licked and nipped at her neck as his hands moved around to cup her breasts through the material that was only prevented from falling down by her hardened nipples. He rubbed his thumbs over them and she let out a breath and leant heavily against his chest, her eyes closing.

“I like this dress very much.” He murmured in her ear and felt a wave of satisfaction when she shivered at his breath over her skin. “Though I think I may like it mostly because I know that you are not wearing anything underneath it.”

She let out a moan then and he realised, as he moved his hands down to undo the laces of her dress, he had never seen her like this before; he had never seen her so willing to be under his control. It made him feel more aroused and he wondered if he should feel ashamed of that. But then he decided that it didn’t matter as she seemed to be completely happy with the arrangement.

He made quick work of the laces and the dress pooled at her feet, leaving her naked in front of him. His covered erection pushed against her bare skin and she shifted against him, trying to tease. He only just held in a growl.

He turned her around to face him. “On the bed.”

He saw a slight smile on her face as she made to sit down on the edge. He shook his head.

“No. On all fours and face the wall.” He said it before he even realised that he wanted it. Something about their conversation earlier, about her bravery regarding what others thought of their relationship, was inspiring him for his own bravery.

Oooh, looking forward to more of this.

UNFH.

So hot!

I need more of this, asap.

oh gosh, A!A, talk about hot! /fans self

(I'm so glad you're all enjoying this! There's some delicious smut to come...)

But she hesitated. “All fours?” She repeated, her voice wavering. “But I will be so...” She flushed. “...open.”

Ghorbash frowned. What was this? The mighty dragonborn was afraid of displaying her naked body to her lover? “I have seen you bare before.” He reminded her, stepping closer. The image of her on all fours and waiting for him was wonderful but he wouldn’t force her into it if it wasn’t what she wanted.

“I know. But I have never displayed myself so much. Not to anyone.”

If she was trying to dissuade him from the idea, she had just said the wrong thing. Ghorbash was even surer it was what he wanted when he knew that no one else had ever seen her so closely. He stepped closer until her knees were pressed against his legs. He let his fingers caress her face as he said,

“You have taught me to not care about what others think. You have taught me to be proud of who I am. You have taught me to be brave. Allow me to teach you the same thing.”

To his relief, she nodded slowly and pulled herself up onto the bed. She met his eyes once more before turning on her knees to face the wall and letting herself drop down into her hands. He moved to stand at the foot of the bed, directly behind her and was sure he could climax just from the sight of her if he looked too long. So he pulled his shirt off quickly, then his boots and then his breeches. He groaned in relief, his long, thick erection finally free from the tight material. The urge to enter her straight away was strong but he resisted, wanting to pleasure her first.

He knelt behind her on the bed and slid his hands down her back, over her backside – pausing only for a moment to give a squeeze – before coming to rest of her thighs. He pulled them a little further apart gently and he groaned loudly. The sight of her wetness and the scent of her arousal were both intoxicating.

“By the gods, you are beautiful.”

She relaxed a little more then and Ghorbash felt odd at being the one to have to ease her fears rather the other way around. He had become so accustom to feeling inadequate it hadn’t even occurred to him that she could feel self-conscious too.

He trailed his fingertips back up her thighs and teasingly close to her sex. She squirmed in frustration. He grinned and slowly rubbed two thick fingers over her clitoris, making her moan long. He could feel her wetness trickling between his fingers already and he paused for a moment to suck it off, relishing the sweet, musky taste of her. She huffed in protest. He quickly replaced his fingers, rubbing harder this time.

“Is that better?”

“Oh, yes.” She moaned, and he smiled when she opened her legs wider for him, her inhibitions fading. “More...please?”

Her plea sent an almost painful bolt of need through him but still he denied himself. Instead, he did as she asked. He moved his fingers from her clit and circled her wet entrance, teasing again. She tried to push herself onto them but his other strong hand on her backside kept her still. She clawed the pillows in frustration.

“Patience, love.” He murmured, enjoying playing with her like this.

“Easy for you to say!” She growled. “It has been so long for me.” Then he remembered that the last time they had been intimate was when he had been injured in Riverwood and she had pleasured him with her mouth without getting any release herself. When they were on the road, they didn’t often have time to be so close, especially since Ghorbash liked to spend time pleasuring her before they actually had sex.

“I am sorry it has been so long. Allow me to make it up to you.” He pushed his two fingers inside her and she whimpered. He slid them in and out of her slowly and despite her efforts, he still did not let her push against them. He wanted to set the pace and give her slow building orgasm; Ghorbash didn’t like to rush her pleasure.

After a few minutes, he could feel her getting tighter around his fingers and his mouth watered with anticipation. To encourage her on, her circled his thumb over her clitoris and she gasped. He did it only a few times for before she threw her head back and cried out, her fingers curling into the pillows again.

I have an attraction to orcs already.... this is so wonderful I think I may have died.

He gently removed his fingers and felt a rush of her juices pooling in his hand. He licked his hand clean while she recovered, gasping for air as her legs trembled and her arms shook.

It was no good, he thought as he liked the last taste of her off his fingers, he needed more. Even though she was still recovering, he lowered himself down and ran his tongue over her swollen sex. She jumped in surprised and twitched as he continued pleasuring her with his tongue. He knew if he carried on, she would come quickly, still very sensitive from her orgasm moments ago. So he carried on. He tongued her for a while longer before sucking her clit into his mouth and rubbing his tongue over the sensitive bead. She came hard and without warning, gasping his name.

He licked a little longer, tasting as much of her as he could before pulling away and kneeling behind her again, his hands resting on her hips. He could feel her shaking, barely able to hold herself up on her hands and knees. As he took in her pinkness and her slick thighs, his own need became painfully apparent.

He wondered if he should wait for her to recover as she was still shaking but, as he stroked his length and his hips jerked forwards, he realised he wouldn’t be able to wait much longer.

“Are you...” He trailed off, hoping she would understand his meaning.

“Fill me.” She moaned. “I need to feel you inside me.”

That was all he needed. He buried himself in her in one hard thrust and she cried out. He stopped immediately, cursing himself for being so rough. Sometimes he forgot the size difference between them and how much she had to stretch to accommodate him. But as she was trying to push her hips down against his, her cry had evidently been one of pleasure rather than pain. He started moving again, slowly and gently, but she whimpered in protest.

“Hard. Pound me.”

He picked up the pace and his strong hands pulled her towards him with each thrust. But still, she said:

“More. Harder.”

He was wary of hurting her but obeyed, ready to stop if it was too much. But she moaned loudly.

“Yes! Oh...don’t stop! Please!”

He had no intention of stopping. Her slick tightness was so close to send him toppling over the edge and he was captivated by how her backside bounce with each hard thrust he made inside her. His fingers itched to smack it but neither did he want to give up the pace. Suddenly, she was whimpering again,

“I can’t!” She seemed to be talking to herself more than him. “Surely I can’t...not again...gods!”

Her whole body spasmed and she let out a scream so loud he wondered if her Housecarl would come running up the stairs. He pulled out of her, letting her collapse onto the bed as though she was boneless. She looked more tired than he had even seen her before and found an odd satisfaction in it. She lay on her back, looking up at him.

“You haven’t finished.” She said, propping herself up on her elbows.

He tried to appear nonchalant about it but all he could feel was desperation clawing at his insides.

“Kneel over me.”

He frowned. “I do not want to disrespect you...”

“I doubt you ever could.” She replied, her hand pulling on his and encouraging him to straddle her. He did so and let out a load groan when she took the tip of his thick, pale green cock into her mouth. He buried his hands in her hair and jerked his hips forward a little. She moaned around him and sucked him deeper into her mouth so he could feel his head hitting the back of her throat. He was close – how could he not be when she moaning like that? – and was unsure of whether to pull of her mouth or not.

She noticed his impending climax and pulled away. “Come over me.” She bit her lip as though she’d just said something naughty.

He was too close to discuss it with her and with a few more strokes of her hand, he spurted his seed over her breasts.

He braced himself against the wall, his eyes closed and his breathing slowly going back to normal. When he opened his eyes and looked down at her still led beneath him, she was running her finger along the valley between her breasts and sucking his come off it before collecting some more and peering at it.

“You know, I had never noticed before, but Orsimer sperm has a slight green tinge, doesn’t it?”

She said it so matter of factly, it was as though she were a studying it rather than covered in it. He laughed at her intrigue and she looked up at him and smiled too. He noticed that she was in quite a state and hauled himself off her, saying, “I will get you a cloth.”

“I think you better had; I do not think my legs will take my weight.” Far from seeming bothered, she grinned. “There should be one in the loft in the cupboard in the corner.”

He opened her bedroom door a crack to check that Lydia was not out there and saw that the coast was clear. Still nude, he dashed across to the cupboard she had spoken of and opened it. He rummaged past goblets and found it at last. Just before he turned away, he noticed the ebony axe he had admired when he first arrived.

He made his way back to her room and closed the doors behind him again. He passed her the cloth and said,

“That is a fine axe on the wall.”

She wiped her breasts clean. “Oh, yes; the ebony one?” He nodded and climbed back into bed beside her. “Will you have it?”

He looked at her, startled. “I am sorry?”

She dropped the cloth onto the end table. “The axe. Will you have it?”

“Why would you give it to me? It is a fine thing, you could sell it or – ”

“Or give it to you?”

Ghorbash couldn’t understand. Sometimes, yes, they traded weapons but it was mostly arrows she gave him along with the occasional improvement to his armour or his weapon. Nothing like this. He knew ebony was worth a lot of money and could deal a lot of damage in the right hands.

“Why are looking to give it away?”

She turned on her side, pulling the covers up over the both of them. “I am not looking to give it away freely, only to you. It is a strong weapon and I know you tire of your steel axe.”

It was true, he had more than once echoed his desire for a stronger weapon. “I wasn’t trying to get you to give me anything.”

She laughed. “I know!” She rolled her eyes and curled against him. “Honestly, Ghorbash. I am only trying to give you a gift.”

“Accept my apologies, please. It is just that...” He trailed off, wondering if he should tell her. “In Dushnikh Yal, females give the males weapons as a sign that they are waiting for marriage.”

She spluttered and looked up at him, her eyes wide. “Oh! Right...this isn’t – ”

“I know.” He replied quickly, already wishing he hadn’t said anything.

She gave a nervous smiled and curled back against him. “Good night.”

He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead, smiling slightly at her reaction. “Good night.”

*

Two days later, they were packing.

Endra was strapping herself into her armour once more and pulling her sword out of the rack. Ghorbash tested the weight of his new ebony axe and found he liked it; it was reassuringly heavy. He checked his quiver before strapping it onto his back over his armour.

Endra thanked Lydia when she came down the stairs to find them readying to leave.

“For what are you thanking me, my Thane?”

“For looking after us, of course!” Endra gave her a beaming smile. “I do not know how long we shall be gone but I hope we can return again soon. This is starting to feel like my home more and more.”

Ghorbash wanted to add that he was feeling as though this could be his home too but he kept the thought to himself.

“To where are you headed?” Lydia asked.

“We are off to Riften.” Endra replied cheerfully. “I hear there is a Thieves Guild and I am eager to explore it!”

They opened the door and stepped out into the chill morning air of Whiterun. Lydia stood on the doorstep, her arms crossed. “I have heard many tale of Riften so take care, Thane.”

Endra, as usual, was chipper. “Oh, nonsense Lydia; we can handle it. Besides, I am sure Riften has its good points too.”

“Yes, I am sure.” Lydia paused before adding. “I hear that is where the Temple of Mara is. Many get married there.”

There was a long pause before both Ghorbash and Endra burst out at once,

“Really?”

They looked at each, both embarrassed and amused, before Endra said, “Well, thank you again, Lydia...good day!”

The doors of Whiterun opened and they were off once again.

Another adventure awaited them and Ghorbash felt himself brimming with excitement. Home was all very well and good but to be out of the road once more...that was what he loved.

And he was grateful to have someone to share it with.

Lovely, lovely fill, and incredibly hot! I love Endra and Ghorbash. I hope the end was eluding to a sequel... I'd very much like to see them get married and have adorable grumpy babies ;u;

Thanks so much, kind anon! So glad you liked the fill!
And yes, the ending was most definitely eluding to a sequel...
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Random anon just found this, would A!A or some other kind soul have a link to the previous entries? Just loved this fill!

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