It isn’t often that Farkas eats at the Bannered Mare, but sometimes he welcomes the change. Sure it’s quiet, and there aren’t enough fist fights to suit him, but it’s a good place to pick up rumors, especially if he sits near the bar and just listens to Hulda gossip. Loudly. It isn’t even something to feel guilty about, the way she speaks, Belethor could probably hear her in his general goods store.
He is supposed to be listening for information on the movements of bandits or dragons or draugr sightings, but what he hears instead makes him spit mead. “Hulda! Don’t laugh! I’m not kidding, Thane Ghizul has two dicks!” Farkas wipes his face and turns to look at the two women behind him. Ysolda. Of course. Ghizul had always looked at her a little longer than the other women. Farkas was just a little surprised the Orc had gotten her in bed already.
“That’s impossible!” Ahlam says, “I work every day at the temple, I would know.”
“Ahlam, hush. Thane Ghizul is an Orsimer, for all we know its commonplace.”
Ahlam gives Ysolda a shove that’s just a little too hard to be playful. “He get you in bed already, Ysolda? I can always tell because you start acting like a respectable woman when you feel guilty.”
Ysolda shoves her back. “I happen to find Thane Ghizul very attractive. He doesn’t fit the mental image the word ‘Orc’ brings up.”
“Stop it you two.” Hulda says from her position leaning against the counter. “Ysolda, just tell us about it before I can start demanding an admission to see your cat fight.”
“Oh, Talos.” Ysolda says, fanning her quickly reddening face. “Well, his size was already imposing, so I asked if it was possible to just use the one, and he-” She laughs breathlessly, drops her voice to a whisper. “He proposed putting one in my cunt and the other in my ass.”
Ahlam gives a weary moan. “By Tava, what I wouldn’t do for just one cock in my pussy!” Farkas looks quickly to the Redguard, he could certainly get her set up…
Hulda laughs and pushes the wet rag away from her as she leans in closer. “Was it as divine as it sounds?” Ysolda nods slowly and the three women break out in a fit of giggles.
Farkas stands, sets his tankard as carefully as he can on the bench and makes his way out of the inn and back to Jorrvaskr. All the whelps had retired for the night, leaving only Aela, Skjor, and Vilkas in the main hall. Farkas sits down next to Vilkas, pulling a tankard of ale in his direction and taking a long drink. “So.” He says, and Vilkas looks at him. Aela and Skjor are on the other end of the table, taking quietly amongst themselves. Farkas takes a breath. “Ghizul has two dicks.”
Vilkas laughs, waving his brother off with one hand. “Very nice, ice for brains. Where’d you hear that?”
Farkas frowns a little, not at his nickname, but at the fact that his brother doesn’t believe him. “That little merchant girl, Ysolda, she was talking about it at the Bannered Mare.”
Then, Vilkas looks at him. “Ghizul spent the night with her yesterday evening.”
Farkas nods. “I know. So it’s true then? D’ya think?”
Vilkas shrugs and finishes off his tankard. “Only one way to find out, brother.” The older twin stands and Farkas follows him down the stairs into the whelps’ room. Vilkas shakes awake the Orc, who looks up at them with groggy eyes.
“Whatt’ya want?”
Farkas looks to Vilkas, then to the Orc, then to the other whelps. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this here. We could do it somewhere… private.”
“C’mon, Orc. We’ve got something we want to ask you.”
A First Time for Everything [1/3]
He is supposed to be listening for information on the movements of bandits or dragons or draugr sightings, but what he hears instead makes him spit mead. “Hulda! Don’t laugh! I’m not kidding, Thane Ghizul has two dicks!” Farkas wipes his face and turns to look at the two women behind him. Ysolda. Of course. Ghizul had always looked at her a little longer than the other women. Farkas was just a little surprised the Orc had gotten her in bed already.
“That’s impossible!” Ahlam says, “I work every day at the temple, I would know.”
“Ahlam, hush. Thane Ghizul is an Orsimer, for all we know its commonplace.”
Ahlam gives Ysolda a shove that’s just a little too hard to be playful. “He get you in bed already, Ysolda? I can always tell because you start acting like a respectable woman when you feel guilty.”
Ysolda shoves her back. “I happen to find Thane Ghizul very attractive. He doesn’t fit the mental image the word ‘Orc’ brings up.”
“Stop it you two.” Hulda says from her position leaning against the counter. “Ysolda, just tell us about it before I can start demanding an admission to see your cat fight.”
“Oh, Talos.” Ysolda says, fanning her quickly reddening face. “Well, his size was already imposing, so I asked if it was possible to just use the one, and he-” She laughs breathlessly, drops her voice to a whisper. “He proposed putting one in my cunt and the other in my ass.”
Ahlam gives a weary moan. “By Tava, what I wouldn’t do for just one cock in my pussy!” Farkas looks quickly to the Redguard, he could certainly get her set up…
Hulda laughs and pushes the wet rag away from her as she leans in closer. “Was it as divine as it sounds?” Ysolda nods slowly and the three women break out in a fit of giggles.
Farkas stands, sets his tankard as carefully as he can on the bench and makes his way out of the inn and back to Jorrvaskr. All the whelps had retired for the night, leaving only Aela, Skjor, and Vilkas in the main hall. Farkas sits down next to Vilkas, pulling a tankard of ale in his direction and taking a long drink. “So.” He says, and Vilkas looks at him. Aela and Skjor are on the other end of the table, taking quietly amongst themselves. Farkas takes a breath. “Ghizul has two dicks.”
Vilkas laughs, waving his brother off with one hand. “Very nice, ice for brains. Where’d you hear that?”
Farkas frowns a little, not at his nickname, but at the fact that his brother doesn’t believe him. “That little merchant girl, Ysolda, she was talking about it at the Bannered Mare.”
Then, Vilkas looks at him. “Ghizul spent the night with her yesterday evening.”
Farkas nods. “I know. So it’s true then? D’ya think?”
Vilkas shrugs and finishes off his tankard. “Only one way to find out, brother.” The older twin stands and Farkas follows him down the stairs into the whelps’ room. Vilkas shakes awake the Orc, who looks up at them with groggy eyes.
“Whatt’ya want?”
Farkas looks to Vilkas, then to the Orc, then to the other whelps. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this here. We could do it somewhere… private.”
“C’mon, Orc. We’ve got something we want to ask you.”