kink: noncon, slave, anal, oral, double penetration, pregnancy, lactation, size, virginity char: M!DB, Farkas, Multiple OC's, Belethor, race: Orsimer, Nord, Breton Summary: Gharam and Farkas are happily married, and Gharam can provide everything Farkas needs except for one thing. Children of his own flesh and blood.
Gharam gro Nagorn was not what you would expect from an orc, especially not one of his stature and facial features. The scars and the broken tusk were useful for intimidation purposes of course, but when most people requested an audience with the Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold, an eight foot tall orc was not who they were expecting to see. So it was with both relief and annoyance that Gharam declared that Tolfdir would now be handling the running of the College while he did important research with his family in Falkreath hold.
That had been two days ago, and Gharam was now approaching his mansion with a light heart as his horse ambled along beside him. He had designed his house himself, after wrangling extra land from Siddgeir (intimidation was a very useful skill) and he was now the proud owner of a mansion that put the Jarls longhouse to shame. He had three cellars, a greenhouse, an armoury, four bedrooms, three levels, a library, an enchanting tower, an alchemy room, a kitchen and more space than he could honestly use. He was quietly considering the feasibility of building his own brewery when Sofie and Hroar emerged from the house and spotted him.
"Papa!" Sofie yelled, and ran up to him, with Hroar close behind. Gharam laughed and picked them up with ease, twirling them around. They had been afraid of him at first but after a year of living with a werewolf father and an orc they'd grown used to the both of them. Hroar was reduced to a giggling mess who promptly fell on his backside when put down because of the spinning but Sofie just asked him why he was here.
"Tolfdir volunteered to run the College in my stead." Gharam said lightly. "I'll be staying here for the foreseeable future."
"That is good news." Farkas was leaning against a tree and watching them, but moved forward to embrace his husband when Gharam beckoned to him. "We should celebrate." And so they did, with enchanted daggers for the children and mead and food that Gharam was still devouring hours after Sofie and Hroar had been sent to their rooms.
"Gharam, we need to talk." Farkas was whittling. That was a bad sign. If he was using his hands while speaking it meant that he was uncomfortable with what he was about to say.
Gharam finished the last of his mead. "Of course. What is it?"
"I would like to buy some slaves to help with the upkeep of the estate, and protect the children while we are gone, and perhaps one to teach them." He sighed, and averted his eyes. "Neither of them can read and neither of us are any good at teaching."
"Of course." Gharam replied, relieved that this issue was so easily resolved. "Just give me a few days to design the collars and we'll head for Whiterun at once. You don't have to be so worried about slavery, you know my views on it. Skyrim isn't the only province with a functioning slave trade, you know."
"I also want children."
"We just sent our children to bed." Gharam responded.
"You know what I meant." Farkas' voice was patient and steady. "There is a chance that they will be born with my... affliction but I have never viewed it as a curse."
"That's not what I-"
"I married you. I love you. But you cannot give me children and this is something I desperately want, Gharam. If you say no, I will not bring it up again. I value you more than my wants, I cannot live without you." The intensity in Farkas' voice surprised Gharam, enough that he was silent for a few minutes.
"Do you want them to be Nords? It's hard to find Nord slaves in Skyrim." How could he deny his husband this?
Farkas' smile was relieved and he stopped whittling to look at Gharam's eyes. "I would be alright with a Breton."
"Very well. A guard, a teacher, and two servants, one of whom will double as a broodmare." He raised a finger before Farkas could speak. "I have one condition. The first time you take her, we will take her together."
"Of course." And so, chuckling and planning for the future, they went to bed.
A Trip To The Market 1/?
char: M!DB, Farkas, Multiple OC's, Belethor,
race: Orsimer, Nord, Breton
Summary: Gharam and Farkas are happily married, and Gharam can provide everything Farkas needs except for one thing. Children of his own flesh and blood.
Gharam gro Nagorn was not what you would expect from an orc, especially not one of his stature and facial features. The scars and the broken tusk were useful for intimidation purposes of course, but when most people requested an audience with the Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold, an eight foot tall orc was not who they were expecting to see. So it was with both relief and annoyance that Gharam declared that Tolfdir would now be handling the running of the College while he did important research with his family in Falkreath hold.
That had been two days ago, and Gharam was now approaching his mansion with a light heart as his horse ambled along beside him. He had designed his house himself, after wrangling extra land from Siddgeir (intimidation was a very useful skill) and he was now the proud owner of a mansion that put the Jarls longhouse to shame. He had three cellars, a greenhouse, an armoury, four bedrooms, three levels, a library, an enchanting tower, an alchemy room, a kitchen and more space than he could honestly use. He was quietly considering the feasibility of building his own brewery when Sofie and Hroar emerged from the house and spotted him.
"Papa!" Sofie yelled, and ran up to him, with Hroar close behind. Gharam laughed and picked them up with ease, twirling them around. They had been afraid of him at first but after a year of living with a werewolf father and an orc they'd grown used to the both of them. Hroar was reduced to a giggling mess who promptly fell on his backside when put down because of the spinning but Sofie just asked him why he was here.
"Tolfdir volunteered to run the College in my stead." Gharam said lightly. "I'll be staying here for the foreseeable future."
"That is good news." Farkas was leaning against a tree and watching them, but moved forward to embrace his husband when Gharam beckoned to him. "We should celebrate." And so they did, with enchanted daggers for the children and mead and food that Gharam was still devouring hours after Sofie and Hroar had been sent to their rooms.
"Gharam, we need to talk." Farkas was whittling. That was a bad sign. If he was using his hands while speaking it meant that he was uncomfortable with what he was about to say.
Gharam finished the last of his mead. "Of course. What is it?"
"I would like to buy some slaves to help with the upkeep of the estate, and protect the children while we are gone, and perhaps one to teach them." He sighed, and averted his eyes. "Neither of them can read and neither of us are any good at teaching."
"Of course." Gharam replied, relieved that this issue was so easily resolved. "Just give me a few days to design the collars and we'll head for Whiterun at once. You don't have to be so worried about slavery, you know my views on it. Skyrim isn't the only province with a functioning slave trade, you know."
"I also want children."
"We just sent our children to bed." Gharam responded.
"You know what I meant." Farkas' voice was patient and steady. "There is a chance that they will be born with my... affliction but I have never viewed it as a curse."
"That's not what I-"
"I married you. I love you. But you cannot give me children and this is something I desperately want, Gharam. If you say no, I will not bring it up again. I value you more than my wants, I cannot live without you." The intensity in Farkas' voice surprised Gharam, enough that he was silent for a few minutes.
"Do you want them to be Nords? It's hard to find Nord slaves in Skyrim." How could he deny his husband this?
Farkas' smile was relieved and he stopped whittling to look at Gharam's eyes. "I would be alright with a Breton."
"Very well. A guard, a teacher, and two servants, one of whom will double as a broodmare." He raised a finger before Farkas could speak. "I have one condition. The first time you take her, we will take her together."
"Of course." And so, chuckling and planning for the future, they went to bed.