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Open the Damn Door 1/?
Date: 2012-08-29 11:57 pm (UTC)The knocking came again, startling him enough to cause a bit of water to splash over onto the floor.
"Erm... yeah?" he settled with eventually, his deep, gruff voice vibrating the water slightly.
"Farkas, is that you?" a voice, female and muffled.
"Yeah," he said again, it was a reliable option.
"Farkas, it's me Freyja, how long are you going to be?"
Farkas smiled. Freyja had been training all day in the hot sun with him and Vilkas, getting visibly hot and bothered towards the end. This could be some fun.
"As long as I like," he called back, grinning from ear to ear. He could almost see her rolling her eyes through the door
"You've been in there for nearly half an hour!"
"I've got a lot of body to wash, Freyja"
"Don't start getting smart Farkas, it really doesn't suit you."
Farkas reached his arms up, pulling himself into a sitting position, muscled torso sitting above the water, a very self-satisfied smile on his face.
"Well I don't have the smarts of Ysgramor," he started, drawing a snort from behind the door. "But I think I'm in the position of power here. So you'd better start being nice to me."
"Agh, dammit Farkas, hurry up and let me in!" Freyja shouted. There was an edge to her voice that he hadn't heard before.
She'd only been with them since midwinter, yet was already a member of the circle, with all that came with it. Tall, lithe and confident, with blonde hair which came halfway down her back, Farkas had certainly watched her rise through the ranks with interest.
I can't let an opportunity like this pass me by, he thought as he picked up the soap from behind his head and started scrubbing.
"Look, there's a bath at the Bannered Mare..." he began, cut off by a growl of frustration and an even louder:
"FUS DO RAH"
Re: Open the Damn Door 2/?
Date: 2012-08-30 01:30 am (UTC)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/?
Date: 2012-08-30 05:38 am (UTC)Hoooooot. This is a great start! Thank you for writing this!
Re: Open the Damn Door 2/?
Date: 2012-09-01 10:18 pm (UTC)"Damn Farkas," Freyja sighed, spinning and resting back on the edge of the bath, making sure he stayed in contact the whole time, dragging his knees painfully on the floor. Both her hands were in his hair now, dagger discarded, bunching tightly into fists every time his tongue circled.
He moved his right hand up, grasping hold of the belt, pursing his lips round her clit, Freyja screaming as he found purchase, suddenly convulsing and releasing her grip on Farkas' hair.
She composed herself for a second before standing up straight, if a little weakly. "Well Farkas, I think we've definitely found something you excel at."
"Great," Farkas growled, lust seeping into his voice. "Now let me show you what else I'm good at." He stood, grasping her by the waist, roughly pushing his face to hers, only to receive a sharp knee in the groin for his troubles.
"I'm in charge, remember," Freyja said, the glint in her eye ready and apparent as Farkas doubled up, leaning over the water. "And if you remember," she continued, gripping the back of his neck. "I did not say I wanted you to fuck me." She pushed hard , forcing him over, head plunging back into the water. "I said I wanted to fuck you."
She sighed and pulled back, running her free hand up and down Farkas' buttocks, manouvreing her legs inside his and easing them apart, ignoring the sputtering and splashes from the bath.
He eventually managed to force his head above the water but was unable to get any higher, Freyja's arm like a clamp holding him down. He gave a gasp as he felt something, a damp finger, suddenly enter him. "What the hell are you doing?" his voice unusually high pitched in surprise.
Freyja withdrew the finger with an amused chuckle. "Why, easing the passage of course," the sound of her spitting came clearly from behind, swiftly followed by reentry, two fingers this time, wiggling around and eliciting Farkas to yelp at this most alien of feelings. "It's far more warning than I gave to the Bandit Leader the other week," the fingers withdrew and he heard the repositioning of the belt, dagger scabbard brushing his right bumcheek, granting a horrifying prescience of what was about to happen. "Of course, I didn't have to have breakfast with the Bandit Leader the next morning, so..."
"Freyja, please," Farkas begged.
"Now, that's what I like to hear," she said, voice sultry and low as she pressed her hips forward.
Farkas bucked, throwing her off for a second, before her hand slammed down, pushing him back under water, nose and mouth filled with soap, unable to prevent the tip of the scabbard entering. Mercifully, however she stopped at the tip, allowing Farkas to surface again, coughing and spluttering. He tensed, aiming to push her back, his powerful legs lifting her clean off the floor, though in the process drawing the scabbard deeper into himn.
"Calm Farkas," Freyja whispered, as he bucked again, like a horse trying to dislodge a troublesome rider. She moved both hands to his waist, patting him until he stopped. "Trust me."
He stopped, and relaxed, trying to accept this intrusion into his body. "It feels weird," he said simply, clenching the muscles in his arse and wincing in pain.
Freyja laughed at this, taking both her hands off his back, allowing him to pull away if he wished, making a pleased noise when he didn't. "If you think that feels odd, imagine sticking a penis up there." She seemed to think for a moment. "But we'll get to that when we come to it."
Re: Open the Damn Door 4/4
Date: 2012-09-01 11:15 pm (UTC)"Didn't even scream!" Freyja encouraged, resting for a moment before withdrawing, her hips, the top of her legs pressing into the smooth skin of his arse as the scabbard fully disappeared. Her hands, came back down, gripping his waist as she moved back, a sigh erupting from deep within Farkas before a more definite thrust granted her another noise, a deep rumbling moan which sent shivers down her spine.
"Enjoying yourself yet?" Freyja asked as she began to build up a rhythm, greatly enjoying the feeling of control, letting her hands rove all over his muscly back, licking her lips as he bucked with each entry, almost panting with her own arousal, bringing her hands up to, push her hair back.
Farkas did not appreciate the drop in pace however, pushing backwards into her, standing up slightly as he thrust himself further onto the scabbard, hands leaving the edge of the bathtub as he stood, gripping her arse roughly, ramming it forward. "Come on!" he urged.
Freyja laughed at his eagerness, thrusting roughly deep into him, this time getting a cry of pain. She continued however, hands moving round to his front, caressing his stomach as she moved closer to him, pressing her body onto him, breasts against his straining shoulder blades, face against his sweating neck, mouth nipping at the skin as he began to almost bark hoarsely with each thrust.
"Oh gods," he yelled as Freyja's roving hand found what it was searching for, gripping his hard cock, rubbing her thumb over the head as it twitched in her grasp. His hands left her as he suddenly tipped forward, reaching for the bath to support himself again, tightening his arse against the scabbard as Freyja plunged in, biting his neck roughly as she did so. His cock jerked again, more decively this time, white cum spurting upwards, splashing into the bathwater with an oddly anticlimactic tinkle.
They didn't say anything for a while, Farkas remainign where he was as Freyja eased out of him, his breath gradually returning to a usual rate. He recovered eventually, wincing slightly as he turned to face her. She stood side on, her hands on her hips with a small smirk written across her face. The belt had slid down, now over the curve of her arse, though the dagger still stood erect.
Freyja reached one hand down and gripped it, an action which by itself made Farkas begin to harden again. "If I was really mean," she said, starting to stroke it almost distractedly. "I'd make you suck it."
He opened his mouth to reply before something in the corner of the eye drew his attention. "Vilkas!" His brother stood there lounging in the destroyed doorway, a smirk on his face almost bigger than Freyja's. "How long have you been there?"
"Long enough," Vilkas smiled, surveying the wreckage. "You really shouldn't leave the door open."
Freyja didn't seem fazed at all. "Ah Vilkas," she said turning to him, hand still grasping the scabbard. "I've got something you really must try! Farkas highly recommends it.."
[This is the first time ve ever written anything like this! Sorry about the whole perspective thing, i intended to do it all from Farkas' point of view before I realised I didn't really have any idea what it was like to be bummed as a guy hehe- anyway, hope you enjoyed it!!]
Re: Open the Damn Door 4/4
Date: 2012-09-02 11:21 pm (UTC)Any chance of a sequel?
Re: Open the Damn Door 4/4
Date: 2012-09-02 11:33 pm (UTC)Any chance of a sequel?