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M!DB/F!Companion - "Sweet As Honey" 1/?
Date: 2014-08-02 11:10 am (UTC)tags: es:skyrim, race:nord, race:imperial, kink:fluff, kink:size, char:m!pc
Sweet As Honey
Roghir swung the warhammer high over his head and brought it down into the neck of the last bandit.
With a last gurgle, the highwayman met his end.
Roghir stood for a moment to catch his breath. He could feel sweat trickling down his muscle-ridged back and then drying quickly in the icy air. He checked every bloody body was motionless before he began examining the weapons of the dead. He found nothing that could top his warhammer but he picked up a few daggers that he could sell on with little trouble.
He had come across the small, makeshift camp while on the road and had wasted no time in taking on the six bandits that resided there. He had passed a small farm a little while back and the family had complained of recent attacks. Happy to help them out and eager for a fight, Roghir had sought them out.
In truth, the quest held little profit for him but he didn't particularly mind. Sometimes he longed for his pre-dragonborn days where he could take a bounty and set out alone with nothing but a skin of water, some bread and his warhammer. These little fights reminded him that that life wasn't necessarily lost to him.
He kicked a shield, testing its strength and found it was only wood. He left it in the dirt. He sighed and had almost decided to sit and tuck into the boar that was roasting over the fire when he saw a small chest tucked away behind a rock.
He squatted down in front of it, squinting at it through the descending dusk. He tested the lid and found it to be just as he suspected: locked. He rummaged in his pocket and found one lockpick. He eyed the thin metal in his hand. The precise, delicate work of lockpicking was lost to him but he was nothing if not optimistic. He slid it into the lock and twisted it one way. He felt the pick quiver in protest. He moved it to the other side and felt the lock give. Ah, there! Down a little more and -
The pick snapped in large hand. He threw it to the floor and stared at the wooden chest. He supposed he could bash it open. True, he might damage some of its contents but money never broke. He was about to stand and pull the warhammer off his back when he felt the sharp point of an arrow against his cheek.
"Need some help with that, big guy?"
He turned around slowly, wondering how quickly he could reach for his warhammer.
Then he blinked. A young woman stood behind him, a head shorter than him with hair the colour of honey and big smile on her face.
'Pretty,' was all his mind could conjure up. 'She's very pretty. Don't say that aloud, fool! She could kill you!'
But the girl was already dropping the arrow back in its quiver and strapping her bow to her back. She grinned.
"Sorry, just messing." She leapt forwards and knelt next to him, facing the chest. "You want this open?"
"Oh...er..." 'Smooth.' "Yes. Thanks."
"No problem." She gave him another dazzling smile before opening the chest with nothing more than a casual flick of a lockpick. "Least I can do. You killed all the bandits and I would have never got past them on my own."
Roghir rooted through but was finding it difficult to concentrate. 'Talos sake, she's just a girl!' He found a few potions, a tome he could sell on and a ruby necklace. He could sell that on too and at a good price but he found himself blushing and holding it out to the girl instead. She looked at him and beamed.
"Really?" He nodded and she took it from his large hand, holding it in her much smaller one. "Thanks!"
He shrugged, avoiding her gaze and shuffling his feet.
M!DB/F!Companion - "Sweet As Honey" 2/?
Date: 2014-08-02 11:24 am (UTC)Instead of taking offense, she just chuckled and pocketed the necklace. "No worries."
He gave her a nod and stumbled off up the path, wincing with embarrassment. 'Idiot! How long since you've been with a woman? Gods, so long.'
"Hey!"
He had just reached the top of the hill when she called him. His heart hammered as he turned around to see her hurrying after him.
"Where are you headed?" She asked, standing next to him and giving him a good view of just how small she was.
"I just left Whiterun. I've got a long journey to Solitude ahead."
"Oh." She thought for a moment, leaving him wondering if that was it. "Don't suppose you'd like some company?"
Company? Hers? 'Of course hers, you dolt.' He didn't usually take companions with him. He liked the freedom of travelling alone and he rarely struggled in his battles; his strength usually crushing his opponents with ease.
"Alright." He inexplicably found himself saying, giving her a woozy smile when she beamed.
"Really? Great!" She fell into step beside him as he set off again along the path. "I thought you'd want to know what I can do before agreeing."
Roghir almost whined at his own stupidity. 'Women don't like a desperate man. Be calm, be suave.' "So, er...what can you do?"
She grinned and he wondered how anyone could ever be this happy. "Oh, lots! I'm good with a bow, I can pick locks, pick pockets, sneak about...anything that's considered stealthy and a bit immoral I suppose."
"That will be useful." He forced his brain to work.
She nudged his arm with her shoulder playfully. "Happy to help."
A short silence fell between them, leaving him panicking about whether it was comfortable or awkward. Should he say something? What though? His brain turned to troll fat every time he looked at her. Damn those pretty eyes and that lovely smile and those soft curves -
"What your name?" He asked abruptly, slowing his pace so her smaller legs could keep up with his stride.
"Everyone calls me Bel."
He rolled the name around his mouth. It tasted sweet. 'I wonder what she would taste like - no! Don't even go there.' There was a pause before he asked, "Do you want to know mine?"
She shot him a sweet smile. "I suppose. I could do with a name to moan at night."
A wave of heat hit his face and he went into panic mode. Was he being lecherous? Had he looked at her breasts? Gods, he didn't have an erection, did he?! "W-what? I didn't mean - I wasn't trying to - "
She laughed and slapped his thick arm. "Relax, big guy. Just a joke. Didn't mean to embarrass you or anything. I'll remember to keep any sexual content out of future jokes."
Even as she joshed him, she smiled good-naturedly, not a trace of malice on her face. He flushed.
"No need - I mean, I'm not a prude or anything. Sex is great." 'I'm going to die alone.'
"Right." He could hear the amusement in her voice but he couldn't bring himself to look at her. "Sex is good. Got it."
He nodded, hating himself more with each passing second. "Good. Glad we sorted that."
She let out a little laugh. "Me too. Clears the air, I think."
Another silence fell and he decided to let this one lie.
"So, what is your name?"
He resisted the urge to smack himself in the head. "Roghir."
She nudged his arm again. "Nice to meet you, Roghir."
Re: M!DB/F!Companion - "Sweet As Honey" 2/?
Date: 2014-08-02 11:35 am (UTC)Re: M!DB/F!Companion - "Sweet As Honey" 2/?
Date: 2014-08-02 06:28 pm (UTC)This is possibly the only line in part 5 that made me laugh out loud. I do shit like this all the time.
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Date: 2014-08-03 09:40 pm (UTC)"I'm going to die alone"... I laughed. Poor thing!!
M!DB/F!Companion - "Sweet As Honey" 3/?
Date: 2014-08-06 10:10 pm (UTC)For the next few days, Roghir spent most his time red-faced and avoiding her pretty eyes.
On the second day of their travels, they faced a dragon. He was surprised how well they fought together; him at its feet swinging his warhammer and her stood a little away, firing arrow after arrow into its tough hide. Though he nearly got trampled once (thankfully she hadn't noticed) because he kept checking over his shoulder to check she was alright.
Once the dragon was nothing more than bone, he waited for her to speak. He expected anger for not telling her, confusion at his power. But all he got was her staring at him in wonder.
"Y-you're the dragonborn?"
He nodded meekly.
She smiled and skipped over to him. She pushed her arm through his and led him away from the dragon skeleton.
"Tell me everything! How did you find out? What is it like?"
He answered her questions as best as he could, his cheeks a dark pink and a stupid smile on his face.
*
On the third day, they found a dog limping on the road. She gasped and approached it carefully so as not to frighten it. She gained the dog's trust with strokes and food before taking a look at its leg.
"Oh, you poor thing!" She cried, examining the wound. "Savaged by a wolf, I expect."
He watched, fascinated, as she soaked some bandages in a health potion and wrapped them carefully around the dog's leg.
"There!" She said, triumphant. "That will help. But we must get him to a town so he can be looked after properly."
"Right." He agreed and suspected that even if he didn't, he didn't really have a say in the matter. They left the dog in Morthal with a cooing innkeep.
Bel sniffled for an hour when they left.
He only just resisted the urge to put his arm around her.
*
On the fourth day, he gave her a flower and stared at the scuffed toes of his boots when she gushed about how lovely it was. She wore it tucked behind her ear, the lilac colour contrasting against her honey hair.
Then they ended up going into an ancient cairn that afternoon. He felt guilty for leading her in there, thinking that he shouldn't have put her in danger like that. Somehow even facing the dragon had been better than the cairn; at least then there had been places to run and hide. Down there in the depths of an old tomb, where the dead rose from their graves and the air was still and stale -
But she was smiling even in the face of the twisted draugr...except for when one of the lifeless ones fell on top of her and knocked her flower off.
First she shrieked, then she huffed, then she picked up her flower.
And then she laughed.
He watched her tuck the flower back behind her ear and thought that she had managed to bring light even into the darkest of places.
M!DB/F!Companion - "Sweet As Honey" 4/?
Date: 2014-08-06 10:15 pm (UTC)Bel had decided that Roghir was one of the most unusual people she had ever met.
She had travelled with him for five days, sleeping in bedrolls in shifts, before they finally had chance to pitch up two tents by a lake to bathe. Or rather, they killed a group of bandits who had helpfully already done all the work for them.
It was then she had her first chance to observe him properly. It wasn't even dusk yet but they had both agreed they would stop here for the night.
"We're not far off Solitude, I'd wager." He said, his eyes meeting hers for the briefest of moments over the fire before he quickly busied himself with the cooking pot.
Yes, he was very unusual. Bel had known many men in her twenty four years. Men who loved to fight above all else, men who lusted after women like they were all goddess, men who buried themselves in books rather than in women. But never had she met anyone quite like Roghir.
He was one of the largest Nords she'd seen; she could sit comfortably on his shoulders (yes, she had thought about it) and he could probably carry her under one arm. His steel warhammer screamed 'warrior' as did his red hair, all cut away except for a thick strip on top of his head which stuck up at all angles, and a small plait that grazed his neck.
But his demeanour didn't match his appearance. True enough, he fought as though he was Talos himself, fierce and breathtaking to behold. He was the Dragonborn, she found out three days ago and she wasn't overly surprised. But out of the fight, he was often quiet and fumbled for what to say. Still, he didn't appear to lack confidence with others. She frowned, wiggling her toes in her boots and watching him stir the stew. She couldn't work out where his nervousness came from.
She sighed and gave up trying to work him out. She unlaced her boots and slipped them off, shivering as the cold hit her skin. She took off her leather tunic and began pulling at the laces on her leggings.
"W-what are you doing?" Roghir asked, sounding choked.
She glanced up to see his eyes were wide. 'Odd.' "I'm getting a wash in that lake before it gets dark and I die from the cold." She pulled off her leggings, leaving her in nothing but her under-clothes. She didn't think about hiding herself - she knew her thighs and hips were a little chubby but she had long since made her peace with that. "Coming in?"
"No." He sounded odd, almost as though he was annoyed. "I'll...go in later."
"Oh. Alright."
Bel skipped off, pushing her companion's strange moods out of her mind and relishing the clean water. She splashed in, squealing as the water hit her thighs.
"It's so cold - "
But when she turned around Roghir was gone, the flap of his tent swinging shut.
Re: M!DB/F!Companion - "Sweet As Honey" 4/?
Date: 2014-08-09 06:33 am (UTC)M!DB/F!Companion - "Sweet As Honey" 5/?
Date: 2014-08-16 09:55 pm (UTC)She was out there now, in nothing but her smalls and a breast-band that was surely turning transparent in the water. He groaned again as he felt his breeches growing tight. He could hear her splashing in the lake and he longed to go and join her but he knew he would make an idiot of himself again.
Over the days they'd travelled together, he had gotten a little better at talking to her. Not a lot, but enough to make him stop stuttering. And he could look at her without feeling like he was a green boy ogling a barmaid. But this evening had set him further back than he had started.
The sight of her in her smalls, stood there in the cold evening light - completely at ease with herself. Roghir found nothing more attractive than a woman confident in her own skin. He palmed the front of his breeches, his hips bucking at the touch. Shame burned him, making his face flush. 'She is kind and sweet and just outside! Gods, I am behaving like a lecherous old man.'
It took all his willpower but he withdrew his hand from his crotch. He would wait until he calmed down and then he would bathe. Once she had finished of course. And then they would eat and then they would sleep.
And then they would be on their way once more and he could think about horizons and wolves and anything other than the beautiful woman he walked with.
But of course, the gods didn't grant him mercy.
He managed to bathe without incident, timing it perfectly so she was in her tent as he washed in peace. However, she returned soon after when he was wrapping himself in furs and shivering, naked from the waist up. She eyed his broad torso and smiled, giving him a cheeky wink. He nearly fumbled with the furs.
She sat next to the fire and stirred the stew, wrapped in her own light furs. It was growing dusk and soon it would be fully dark, leaving them with nothing but the fire for light and warmth. He joined her by the fire, picking up two tankards for them to eat the stew from. She took his clothes from him and laid them out by the fire with hers, ensuring they would warm when they put them back on. He handed her a tankard of stew and she took it with a smile, her eyes fixed on the pink sunset over the mountains in front of them.
She began telling him a story as she often did when they ate. He listened eagerly, the sound of her voice very pleasing to his ear. Her stories were always funny, full of wit and mischief. Tales about picking nobles' pockets in Cyrodiil, about stowing away aboard a ship to Skyrim and getting in trouble with the Jarls.
He liked listening to her talk more than anything. He was fool around her and he knew it, but when she was talking he didn't have to say a word. He laughed and nodded and shook his head in all the right places.
"I managed to escape but it was close!" She laughed and swallowed the last chunk of potato. "I wish you could have seen his face!"
"Serves him right." Roghir chuckled, holding his own empty tankard. "Shouldn't have been so cruel."
She gave him her brightest smile and he felt like his stomach has dropped into his boots.
"Exactly." She nudged his arm with her shoulder, something she did often when she was being playful. She thought for a moment. "Maybe one day, when you're not being the Big Hero of Skyrim, you might come with me. We can scam a few nobles out of their ill-gotten money!"
M!DB/F!Companion - "Sweet As Honey" 6/?
Date: 2014-08-16 09:59 pm (UTC)"Ah...I'm not as smart as you. Don't think I could do it."
She rested her head against his shoulder with a sigh and Roghir's body immediately tensed up. "You are strong and kind and loyal. That's much better than being clever."
He was suddenly finding it difficult to breathe. Her soft hair was falling over his shoulder and her knee was pressed against his. 'Put your arm around her, fool! Make your move!'
"You're all of those things too." He said, his arm hovering behind her, unable to summon the courage to touch her.
"Speaking of strong," She began, leaping off the log with newfound purpose. His arm dropped back to his side uselessly. She picked up his warhammer...after two attempts. "How do you wield this thing? It's so heavy!"
After ensuring his furs were tied around him like hers were, he stood up and made his way over to her. He shrugged. "You get used to it."
"I can't imagine it." She was staring at the engravings. "It's very beautiful though."
"I...I could show you how to use it."
Her eyes widened and she grinned. "Really? Alright! I'm sure I'll be hopeless but I'd like to try."
'This was a bad idea.'
She stood in front of him, holding the hammer completely wrong. "Is this right?"
"Er...well, no." She laughed. "It's a common mistake. Everyone holds it higher than they should...your hands should be lower down, closer to the base to get more swing. And sideways on, so - "
"Can you show me?" She asked, glancing over her shoulder.
He swallowed thickly. "Right. Yes. Of course." He had to lean around her to show her where to put her hands. He rearranged them completely differently to how they were and she chuckled at her own mistake. Her whole body was pressed against him, her backside pressing against his thigh. And even though they were both covered in furs, he could feel the warmth of her body.
'This was a brilliant idea.'
"There. That's right now."
He was about to step back, albeit reluctantly, when she said: "So how do you actually swing it? And you had best take some of this weight because I think I might drop it."
"Oh." He hurried forward to wrap his hands over hers on the hammer. She laughed and leaned back into him playfully. He almost gulped. Looking ahead, all he could see was his hands pressed against hers, skin on skin. That didn't help him concentrate. So he looked down but quickly realised that was a worse option. Her breasts were squeezed together beneath the fur, the belt around her waist pushing them up as if she was wearing a corset.
He should look up.
He should definitely look up.
Stop. Looking.
'But they're bursting out! It's like she wants me to look at them!' He shook his head, trying to ignore the growing bulge under his loincloth. 'Idiot! She's got her boots off too, doesn't mean she wants you to look at her feet.'
"You okay?"
"Mmm-hmm." He cleared his throat. "So, swinging the hammer..."
Re: M!DB/F!Companion - "Sweet As Honey" 7/?
Date: 2014-08-16 10:05 pm (UTC)Still, he felt wonderfully warm against her back and she wasn't about to push him away. Then he sprang to life again, his hands over hers.
She was surprised at how good that felt. She hadn't been expecting the twinge of longing that shot through her when his hands touched hers. Nor was she expecting the heat that crawled through her at the feel of his arms around her. Maybe it had just been too long...
'Or maybe Roghir is the nicest guy I've ever met with the most gorgeous body I've ever seen.'
She pushed the thought away. Roghir had made no suggestion to her that he thought of her in that way and she wasn't about to ruin a perfectly good companionship longing for one night of pleasure.
"...swing from the shoulders. People try to swing from the elbow and can't manage it. The shoulders can bear the weight much easier."
"Right." She said to make it sound like she had been listening. Shoulders, elbows...all that.
"So start from the right about shoulder level." They both swung the hammer up and she couldn't resist wriggling a little in his hold. "And bring it down diagonally to about hip level to the left."
They swung the hammer a few times, Bel getting used to the technique but finding it more and more difficult to hold onto the warhammer, the weight of it threatening to drag her forward. So she leaned back into him again and nearly gasped. Against the small of her back was one of the biggest erections she had ever felt.
It took all her willpower to act as though she hadn't felt it. Her first thought was how embarrassed he would be if she joked about it. Roghir was sweet and while making him blush with the occasional rude joke was amusing, humiliating him would be cruel and would surely drive him away.
And Bel was suddenly very sure that she'd like him close. Very close.
They swung the hammer twice more before he moved away quickly, fiddling with the belt holding his furs around him and picking up his clothes from beside the fire, holding them against his front.
"So - er, that's it." He couldn't quite meet her eye and Bel only just managed to contain a smile.
"Well, thanks for showing me." Bel rested his warhammer against his tent.
He nodded and puffed out his chest a little. 'He is the sweetest man I have ever met.'
"I suppose we had better rest." He gestured to his tent. Then he blushed. "I didn't mean together. In here. I meant...separately."
Bel couldn't hold back a smile. "I know. Goodnight, then."
He nodded awkwardly before disappearing into his tent. Bel stifled a giggle with her hand and made her way to her own tent with her own clothes, untying the belt of her furs as she went. They dropped to the floor as soon as the flap swung shut. She pulled off her smalls and her breast-band too, deciding to wrap them in the furs to dry them off and keep them warm for the morning.
She lay on top of her bedroll for a little while, quite enjoying how the cold air caressed her naked body. She squirmed, the fleece rubbing against her bare backside as her hands slid up to cup her breasts, toying with her hardened nipples.
She shouldn't indulge herself, she knew. He was only in the tent next to her and he could easily hear...
But the thought only made her ache with need. She was almost tempted - it would only take a few strokes to get herself worked up and moaning for him to hear. But she knew she would regret it in the morning - having to look him in the face after pleasuring herself so openly. Her cheeks burned at the thought so she clambered into her bedroll instead, cursing the ache between her legs.
She must do something about it. And soon.
*
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Date: 2014-09-01 02:01 pm (UTC)Late afternoon the next day, they were climbing the hill to Solitude. They could see the castle towers rising up to greet them and further in the distance, the Blue Palace shone in the winter sunshine.
Bel sighed contentedly next to him, her arm occasionally brushing against his and they walked in companionable silence. They hadn't spoken much but Bel appeared to be quite comfortable around him. That appeased him a little. After his embarrassing...reaction to their closeness last night, he had been terrified that she had noticed and that she wouldn't want to speak to him again. But there was no sign that she had realised his body had betrayed him and she was acting quite normally today.
"Dragonborn." The guard at the gate greeted with a short nod. The gate opened and they stepped inside, Bel chuckling beside him. He stared at her.
"What?"
She grinned. "Nothing, it's just...it's odd hearing people call you 'dragonborn'. You're so...ordinary that I forget."
Roghir presumed she meant that in a nice way as she was beaming at him fondly. Then she looked around and her eyes widened.
"It's so beautiful here!"
Her words shook him from his thoughts. Solitude. The Legion. Right.
"You've never been here before?"
She shook her head. "I've never been this far north before. It's lovely. The buildings look so neat!"
He smiled and gestured in the direction of Castle Dour. "I have some business to do in the castle. Can you book us rooms at the Winking Skeever?"
She perked up even more at that. "An inn?!" She squealed. "Yes, of course! I'll book the rooms and take a nap, I think. Then we can eat and drink this evening...?"
He nodded. His meeting with Tullius wouldn't take long and he could also use a nap before the evening meal. "I'll see you later then."
They parted ways, her skipping off to the inn leaving him fantasising about what would happen if there was only one bed left. As he trudged to the castle, he knew nothing would happen. 'I'd still be too much of a coward even then.'
*
She had booked two rooms, he discovered an hour later when he entered the Winking Skeever and asked for the key to his room. The inkeep told him that the 'pretty girl' was in the room next to his and then winked.
Roghir nodded awkwardly and made his way up the stairs to the top floor. He unlocked his room, staring longingly at the closed door next to his. He wondered what she was doing in there. Sleeping, most likely. 'Yes, but in what?' His traitorous mind began to wonder. 'Perhaps a large shirt. Gods, imagine her in my shirt and nothing else! Or maybe a night dress. One of those sheer ones that cling to every curve. Or maybe nothing at all.' He almost groaned aloud, pushing open his door and stepping inside. He chucked his pack down in the corner and closed the door. He started unbuckling his armour, eager to be rid of it for a few hours. 'Hmm. Imagine her in nothing but the furs on the bed.'
He felt himself twitch in his trousers. He squeezed his eyes closed. Now wasn't the time. He needed to rest and then he would see her again when they met in the inn for food and drinks. And he couldn't have the image of her naked in his bed on his mind or he'd end up drooling into his food.
So he peeled off everything but his loincloth and climbed into bed, groaning with relief as his body hit the soft mattress.
M!DB/F!Companion - "Sweet As Honey" 9/?
Date: 2014-09-01 02:05 pm (UTC)Roghir stumbled down the stairs and stepped into a commotion.
The inn was packed with people of all races and the bard was still singing in the centre of it all. A group of Imperial soldiers stood at the bar, singing a war march out of tune. Some women were sat together in the far corner, shrieking with laughter. Roghir searched for Bel in the group but couldn't find her.
He made his way to the bar and bought an ale, putting his order in for food. His eyes flittered from two Dunmer whispering secrets, to two Bosmers canoodling, to four humans betting on something he couldn't make out -
And then finally he saw her.
She was sat right in the middle by the fire, draped across the lap of the largest orc Roghir had ever seen. He gripped his bottle so tight, the blood drained from his knuckles. The orc whispered something in her ear and she giggled breathlessly. Then he watched, his heart's pounding deafening him, as she straddled the orc's lap and slowly traced the shell of his pointed ear with her tongue. The orc's companions jeered and laughed, pointing and clinking tankards. Roghir instantly hated them all. He watched for a few more moments as Bel said something to the orc. Whatever it was, he must have liked it because his hands slid down her body and settled on her backside, giving it a firm squeeze.
Before he even knew what he was doing he had placed his bottle down on the bar and marched over to her. He grabbed her arm and growled,
"A word. Now."
She looked surprised to see him, and even more surprised at his words. Roghir felt a flush of embarrassment when the orc stared at him like a dead skeever in the gutter.
He took a slow sip of his ale, his arm tightening around Bel, before saying, "You never told me you had a husband, girlie."
Roghir saw a flash of panic before calm slid back across her face. "I don't." She purred and then leaned up to whisper something in his ear. The orc laughed raucously and released her, patting her backside as she stood up. She shot him a saucy grin over her shoulder before dragging Roghir to the bar.
"What is it?" She asked sweetly, fiddling with the label on his bottle of mead.
He stared at her and realised he had no reason to be angry. They weren't together, she had given no sign that they would be and he had no right to tell her what to do. But that still didn't stop him from blustering. "You're not going to...you can't - I mean, you can - but I didn't think...he's an orc!"
She pouted and toyed with the end of her plait. "Nothing wrong with that! He's big and fierce and so strong!"
'But I'm big and strong!' He thought lamely.
He frowned, unable to find the right words for his thoughts. He had no right to tell her who to bed: she was her own woman and he respected that. But he couldn't help feeling this was a mistake. Or was he just gut-wrenchingly jealous? Well, that went without saying -
Then she laughed suddenly and rested a hand up on one of his huge shoulders.
"Your face!" She giggled. "I'm sorry, I know I'm being cruel." He frowned harder, not understanding. "I wasn't going to do anything with him! When I came down here earlier, he and his friends were being very rude to this poor Bosmer fellow at the bar. Then I noticed that he had a heavy coin purse on his belt." She held up said coin purse and Roghir immediately felt like an idiot. She grinned. "I just needed to butter him up for a while so I could untie it." She tossed it to him and he caught it clumsily. "That'll cover the rooms and our food tonight."
M!DB/F!Companion - "Sweet As Honey" 10/?
Date: 2014-09-01 02:12 pm (UTC)She was still chuckling. "Sorry. Didn't mean to mess you around. Well, I did but - "
"Seems you have something that belongs to me." A deep voice growled.
They both turned around and were greeted with the sight of the orc, his hands clenched into fists and his tusks bared. A sinking feeling settled in Roghir's stomach. 'Oh joy...'
"Uh..." Bel glanced between them and gave a little false laugh. "This isn't what it looks like - "
"Isn't it?" The orc continued, his eyes glinting. "Because I see a little Imperial whore who has taken all my money. Is that what you see, boys?" His two friends stood behind him, grumbling their agreement.
Roghir gritted his teeth. "Don't call her that."
The orc looked him up and down. He leered. "Or what? What are you going to do, little Nord?"
Bel winced. "Oh, dear."
Roghir felt battle rage come over him. The orc appeared to know what was coming because he put down his drink and cracked his knuckles. Roghir bared his teeth and the orc swung. He ducked just in time and caught the orc's fist, holding onto it as he kneed him hard in the ribs. The orc howled and fell to the floor, clutching his side. His two friends advanced, snarling. Roghir was immediately surrounded, trying desperately to bat one off while he took down the other. But he was becoming overwhelmed, the one in front of him was making sharp jabs at his stomach while the one behind him was aiming for his legs, trying to get him on the floor.
Then suddenly, the orc behind him disappeared. He delivered a hard punch to the nose to the orc in front and glanced around to see Bel had tackled the other orc around the legs. He laughed when he saw her trying to pin him down as he writhed. He had almost broken free of her grasp when Bel grabbed a jug and smashed it over his head. The orc made a surprised sound and passed out.
The orc with the bloody nose was coming at him again and their leader was clambering up from the floor, still clutching his side. Bloody Nose reached him first. Roghir blocked one punch but was too slow for another and it caught him square in the face. He felt a sharp sting and roared, kicking the orc between his legs. Bloody Nose fell to his knees and Roghir elbowed him hard in the side of his head. He passed out too, drooling onto the floor.
The leader swung for him but Roghir ducked just in time. But then the orc rained down blows, snarling, and Roghir felt his jaw ache. Then the orc was gone, floundering and clawing at something behind him. Roghir blinked and saw that Bel had launched herself at the orc's back, her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He grinned and delivered a swift kick to the orc's stomach, winding him. Then it seemed that Bel pulled harder because the orc gave one last roar and toppled over onto the floor, mercifully lying still next to his companions.
Bel beamed at him and he chuckled, catching his breath and taking a well deserved glug of his ale. Then he realised everyone in The Winking Skeever was staring at them.
There was a deafening silence. Roghir cleared his throat and unclenched his fists.
"They were - er - trying to start on...my woman."
There was a little more murmuring and then gradually the noise started up again, people milling around the unconscious men as thought they weren't even there.
"Your woman?" Bel said, linking an arm through his.
"Yeah, I don't know why I said that." He cursed himself and let her guide him to the bar.
"Come on, big guy. Let's get some food and clean your face up."
Re: M!DB/F!Companion - "Sweet As Honey" 10/?
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Date: 2014-09-05 08:59 am (UTC)Bel watched him with a mixture of amusement and guilt. "I'm sorry." She said, peering at his bruised jaw. "But we did win if that's any consolation."
He chuckled but it quickly turned into a moan of pain. She took the cloth and knelt in front of him. "Here. Let me. It's the least I can do."
He agreed and she began wiping the blood from his face. As well as a bruised jaw, he also had a nasty gash on his cheek where the bone beneath had cut the flesh. She dabbed at the drying blood and he hissed. Instead of apologising again, she couldn't help but laugh.
"How do you manage to fight off dragons when you can't even tolerate a small cut?"
He grumbled. "Dragons don't usually cut my face."
"Ah." She grinned. "You and dragons have an understanding, then? 'Don't aim for the face'?"
She felt a rush of joy when he smiled too. "Something like that."
They fell silent and Bel was suddenly aware of how close they were. A wave of desire throbbed inside her, sudden and hot. Gods, he looked even more handsome up close. That strong jaw, those huge shoulders, those gorgeous rough hands just waiting for -
She shook herself. He was injured and she must tend to him. She dabbed at the cut again and a thought struck her. Wasn't this how so many romance scenes in novels started? With the noble hero being tended to by his lady love, only for the two of them to swept up in their deep passion for one another.
She bit her lip, smiling as her gaze flicked over his face. Bel liked the idea of being consumed by her passions. After all, wasn't that what they were there for? She was a creature of indulgence and now she knew he felt the same about her, surely it wouldn't be too difficult to move their relationship on from companionship to bed fellows.
She began innocently, deciding to test the waters first. "Thank you. For what you did for me down there. Protecting my honour and all."
She saw a dark pink flush blossoming on his cheeks. "S'alright. I...I didn't like what they called you."
"Oh." Was it just her imagination, or did his gaze travel down and stop at her breasts? Then he blinked and tore his eyes away, blushing harder. "Well, thank you." She thought for a moment. "But I didn't need your help, of course. I had it all completely under control."
He snorted. "Did you?"
"Mm-hmm." She barely held back a smile.
He looked at her in the eyes finally, his pupils large and dark. "What was your plan, then?"
She floundered, brushing the cloth over his face even though she had finished. "I...would have thought of something."
"Would you?"
"Yes." She smiled and removed the cloth from his face reluctantly. "There. All done."
It broke the flirtatious mood that had settled over them but that was all part of Bel's plan. Roghir was sweet - so sweet she suspected he wouldn't make a move on her unless she drove him to it. So she stood and swilled the bandage in the bowl of water on the table. She hoped he was missing her close presence, just as she was missing his.
She turned back around and saw him looking a little disheartened. It was working.
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Date: 2014-09-05 09:01 am (UTC)But still, he made no move.
He just cleared his throat. "R-right. Goodnight, then."
'Really?!'
She decided she had to take matters into her own hands. Instead of pulling away, she gently kissed in a trail from his cheek to his lips. She left a lingering kiss in the corner of his mouth, hoping he would turn his head, hoping he would catch her mouth with his and gather her up in his arms and -
Still nothing.
Suddenly, she felt incredibly foolish. What if she had got it wrong? What if he didn't like her in that way at all? Feeling herself starting to cringe with embarrassment, she stood up. "Right. Goodnight." She made her way to the door, wincing at her behaviour. Usually she was right about these things! She had really thought that he liked her, with his blushing and stammering. She sighed, her hand on the door ready to push it open -
"Pleasedon'tgo!"
She whipped around and saw Roghir sat rigidly on his bed, his face burning red.
M!DB/F!Companion - "Sweet As Honey" 12/?
Date: 2014-09-05 09:10 am (UTC)Roghir cringed, desire and humiliation making a curious mixture inside him. 'She kissed me! Not on the lips but that had to mean something, didn't it?'
She walked back to him slowly and stood in front of him. He fixed his gaze on her knees. "You want me to stay?" She asked.
He still couldn't meet her eyes. "Mmm."
"Well then..." He jumped when her hand caressed his sore jaw and then gently tilted his head up to look at her. She was smiling. "...why didn't you say?"
And with that, she leaned down and kissed him.
Her lips were soft and plump against his and her hands ran through the thick stripe of hair on his head and she placed one knee either side of his legs, straddling his lap. It was then he realised he had done nothing in response and he quickly remedied his mistake. He gathered her in his arms and pulled her flush against him. He could feel her smiling against his lips and his brain suddenly restarted.
'It's happening.' He thought with dizzying happiness and nerves. 'It's actually happening!'
She nipped at his bottom lip and they both opened their mouths, their tongues touching. A long groan escaped him and he felt her smile against his lips again. He ran a hand through her soft hair, pushing it back from her face. He felt her hands on his chest, stroking at first and then pulling impatiently at his shirt. She pulled away just enough to say,
"Clothes. Off. Now."
Roghir gulped like a young lad about to bed a woman for the first time. He felt like a lad bedding a woman for the first time! He fumbled with his shirt and she laughed, pulling it off for him. Then she made an odd sound, her eyes roaming his chest, and pushed him onto his back, his legs still hanging off the bed.
She smothered his torso with biting kisses and Roghir could do nothing but lie there flat on his back, grinning stupidly at the ceiling. Then she reached the waistband of his breeches and licked the skin just beneath. That startled him into movement, his cock throbbing with need to be touched.
But he sat up and seized her around the middle, pulling her close to him so he could pull off her shirt. She kicked off her boots and then she was left in her breast-band and her trousers. Roghir took in her mussed hair, her swollen lips and her flushed cheeks and groaned, need overtaking everything. He kissed her again and pulled her back onto the bed on top of him. She laughed against his mouth and straddled him, biting her lip and looking down at him with a wicked grin.
He reached up and unwrapped her breast-band, another wave of heat washing over him when her breasts were finally bare to him. He was so aroused, for a moment he just stared. She laughed again and ground her hips against his, her body rubbing against his hard cock. It was enough to shake him out of it.
He sucked as much of her breast as he could into his mouth, rubbing his tongue over her harden nipple. He laughed turned into a delicious whine and she held his head, keeping him against her breasts. As he sucked, his hands slid down over hips to her trousers. He began pulling at the laces as quickly as his could, his fingers suddenly feeling far too big for the task. Finally, they came loose and he slid his hand inside them, his rough fingers brushing over her smallclothes and making her moan. Her nails dug into his scalp as she rolled her hips against his fingers. He smiled against her breast, relieved that he was doing something right at last.
M!DB/F!Companion - "Sweet As Honey" 13/?
Date: 2014-09-05 09:19 am (UTC)She leaned down and kissed him hard and thoroughly, setting his blood burning once more. He made to pull her onto his lap but she pulled away, shaking her head.
"Uh-uh." She glanced down his body, her eyes lingering on the hard bulge in his trousers. "You next."
He stood with her and unlaced his own breeches, a little nervous at making such a show of himself. He pulled them down his muscled thighs, relieved he hadn't taken too long, and was about to kick them off when their progress was halted rather abruptly. He still had his boots on.
"Oh. Er - " His face burned as he hopped, trying to pull off his boots.
She was laughing and he cursed his own stupidity. 'It was going so well...now she'll think I'm an idiot because I've completely spoiled the mood.'
"Sorry, I - "
"Don't worry about it." She said, still chuckling.
He struggled for a little while longer, the first boot was nearly off when he toppled back, landing on the bed with a groan. She laughed harder and knelt down at his feet.
"Let me." She pulled off his boots and tossed them aside, her warm hands brushing up his legs and resting on his thighs. "There," she began, still looking mischievous. "Is that better?"
He swallowed thickly and nodded. 'Gods, she looks so beautiful and I've ruined it.'
Then her hand squeezed the bulge beneath his loincloth and he jumped. He stared down at her between his legs, not quite believing. "You still...you still want to?"
"Of course!" She leaned in and grazed her teeth against his covered cock. He groaned, the throbbing in his loins returning hotter than before. She winked. "You won't put me off that easily."
She pulled his trousers off, freeing his knees from the awkward constraints. Then her eyes trailed up and down his body a few times and she smiled. She brushed her fingers over his loincloth again before standing and toying with the silky top of her smallclothes. She grinned when she noticed his eyes were following her fingers.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." She purred. He nodded blankly and stood with her. Then she took a step towards him and placed her hands against the top of his loincloth. "You do me and I'll do you."
'Well, that sounds fair.'
He touched the soft skin about her smallclothes before hooking them around his fingers and pulling them down, just as she did the same to him. And then they were both naked, nothing between them but cool air and hot lust. There was a moment where they both just stared; his eyes travelling from her, face to her breasts, to that soft patch of hair between her legs - and hers from his broad shoulders to his muscular torso, to his thick, jutting cock.
Then they were on each other with renewed force. They kissed hard, sloppy with desperation, as their hands roamed. The feel of her body against his, her lips soft and demanding, the soft moan that came suddenly from her throat...it was all too much.
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Date: 2014-09-08 05:18 pm (UTC)"W-what is it with you Nords and eating us girls out?" She muttered, sounding a little dazed. Roghir couldn't help but feel a little smug, her juice coating his tongue. "Can't...can't get a man to d-do it in Cyrodiil."
"Really?" He murmured against her thigh.
She laughed but it quickly turned into a moan as the tip of his tongue circled her swollen clitoris. "Don't pretend you don't know."
"So...they don't even do this?" He suckled her clit in his mouth and her hips bucked against him as she cried out.
"N-no." She gripped the blankets beneath her. "Roghir, don't stop...please..."
Roghir had no intention of stopping. This was the only time he had been in control all evening and he wasn't about to give it up easily. Besides, she tasted delicious and her moans and pleas were getting his cock painfully hard. He only just resisted the urge to hump the sheets, desperate for friction.
"Oh, gods!" She gasped, her thighs squeezing his head. "Roghir! I'm so close - "
Then she gave a loud gasp and her hips jerked once last time. Then he felt her legs relax and she sighed softly, her head resting against the pillows. He left a wet trail of kisses along her thigh and she giggled, claiming it tickled. She sat up and kissed him, this time slower and deeper. As their tongues explored, her hands trailed down his torso and stopped at his groin. She ran her fingertips along his cock, teasing him with the lightest of touches. Then she tightened her grip and pumped her hand. She only had the chance to do it once because he grabbed her wrist and pulled away from her mouth.
"Don't." He choked.
She looked confused for a moment and then she smiled slightly. "Why? Will it go off?"
He flushed and nodded. "Quite possibly."
She let out a little laugh and brushed the tip of her nose against his. "Then let's not waste anymore time."
She lay back against the pillows and pulled him with her. He lay on top of her, one arm supporting his weight, the other caressing her hip. Then she wrapped her legs around his waist and reached down to squeeze his backside. Understanding her desire, he brushed the tip of his cock against her entrance only once before easing himself inside her.
She whined and tightened her legs' grip, pulling him in as deep as he would go.
Then the both stilled for a moment, both breathless and dizzy. She gazed into his eyes and ran her fingers through his stripe of hair.
"You feel so good." She breathed and, for a moment, Roghir was thrown. She looked so beautiful and so earnest, he couldn't quite believe that this was happening. They had both been so frantic, it was as though they both had just realised what they were doing. She was staring up at him with wonder in her eyes and he knew he was staring at her with complete adoration. 'Gods, she is perfect.'
"Make love to me." She whispered and he couldn't resist kissing her as he eased out almost all the way before sliding back into her with a slow, hard stroke. They both moaned against each other's lips. "More!" She gasped, so close he could practically taste the word on her lips.
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Date: 2014-09-08 05:22 pm (UTC)He slid his free hand between their bodies and brushed his thumb over her slick clit. She gasped and brought his mouth down onto hers again. His thumb took up the same rhythm as his strokes; brushing up over the pearl when he pushed in and brushing down, teasing the sides, when he pulled out.
Soon, her hips were bucking up to meet his and he knew she was as close as he was.
"Roghir!" She moaned, her face flushed and her hair wild against the pillow. She clawed at his back, her eyes half closed. "I can't..."
He understood what she meant. Their slower pace was building up more intense, hot orgasm that tingled deep inside him. It sent a burning heat throughout his body, setting every nerve on edge and making his body slick with sweat. He guessed she was feeling the same because her whole body was flushed pink and there was a sheen of moisture on her collarbone.
It was almost too much - the intensity was bordering on uncomfortable.
"Please..." She was gasping. "Please..."
He was starting to groan with each thrust, a bursting pleasure beginning in his balls and spreading through him like wildfire.
"Bel, I - "
Then without warning, she came. Her body convulsed and she cried out, her hips jerking against his. The force of her orgasm was too much for him to ride through. He climaxed moments after her, the hot pleasure exploding behind his eyes and making him shudder as he came deep inside her.
When his senses returned, he was led on top of her, his face buried against her neck. She was gently rubbing his back and he could feel she was smiling.
"You OK, big guy?"
"Yeah."
"Good." She paused. "It's just that you're kind of crushing me."
He blinked and realised that he had indeed been led fully on top of her, his heavy body pinning her to the bed. He scrambled off her, apologising profusely.
"Sorry, I didn't realise...I'm sorry! Are you alright? Sorry..."
She chuckled and propped herself up on her elbows. "No problem. Quite flattering that sex with me can knock you out like that." He blushed and she laughed. She slid under the bedcovers and patted the space next to her. "Come on, then. You can't kneel at the end of the bed all night."
'I must look ridiculous,' he realised. 'Knelt naked at the end of the bed like an idiot who accidentally went into the wrong room.'
He clambered under the covers and he felt a jolt of arousal when he saw her there: stretched out and naked, waiting for him.
She immediately curled up against him, the feeling of her naked body against his stirring but also filled him with contentment. Her fingers brushed a pattern over his chest lazily and he wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her close.
"That was amazing." She said, smiling up at him and looking as relaxed as he felt.
"Yeah," he said, grinning goofily. "It was."
She leaned up and kissed him softly before settling back down against his chest and closing her eyes.
Roghir lay back against the pillows and, with the warmth of her by his side, fell into an easy sleep.
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Date: 2014-09-08 05:28 pm (UTC)"Your bill, sir."
The innkeep waved a piece of paper at him, but Roghir remained oblivious.
He was firmly attached to Bel's mouth and had been almost constantly since they woke that morning. He wasn't really sure how they got dressed. All he could think about was the Imperial in his arms and how utterly delightful her body felt against his, even if they were - unfortunately - clothed.
She nipped at his bottom lip and he groaned, pulling her against him with one strong arm and sliding his tongue inside her mouth. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pressed her breasts against him, moaning softly into his mouth. He was just about to scoop her up and carry back upstairs when -
"Sir!"
They jumped apart, both of them flushed. The inkeep was glaring as he thrust the bill into Roghir's hands.
"10 gold coins per room, plus food, plus damages makes a total of - "
"50 gold coins?!" Bel exclaimed, staring at the bill. "That's obscene!"
The inkeep slammed his hand down on the bar. "Damn you, you and those orcs ruined half of the inn!"
Bel snorted and shook her head. "Oh, please! There isn't that much damage!"
Roghir tried not to look at the floor, which was covered in broken jugs, crushed goblets and shattered tables. The inkeep spluttered and Roghir found he couldn't blame him.
"In fact," Bel was continuing, crossing her arms. "You should be thanking us!"
There was pause and Roghir almost buried his face in his hands. The inkeep stared. "Thanking you?"
"Yes. We've given you a story to tell all your customers for years to come! The dragonborn fighting off three orcs for the love of a woman is a story sure to become legendary."
The inkeep was so furious he couldn't even say a word, he just blustered and stared. Roghir quickly plopped a heavy coin purse onto the bar and seized Bel's arm.
"Right! So sorry for the trouble. That should cover it. Good day!"
He led her out of the inn, while she protested and said, "I could have saved us money!"
He laughed as she blinked in the weak morning sunlight. "I'm not sure he was willing to give in."
She sighed and then smiled, eyeing the market stalls and bustling morning trade. "So. Where next?"
A thrill shot through him. He had been hoping she was willing to keep travelling with him but he had been too terrified to ask in case she refused him. He straightened up. "Well, General Tullius requires me to travel south."
"Hmm." She linked her arm through his."Where would you recommend?"
Roghir had to think. Alduin was slain but the war still raged - there would only be certain places they would be safe to go. Of course, there was always...
"I have a house, near Falkreath." She perked up. "It isn't finished yet but it's warm and quiet. Perhaps we could go there and....er..."
She grinned, leaning up to kiss him. "Hmm. Back to your house, then. But first," She stared over to the market again. "Let's look around the market. I could do with some pretty new jewels."
She set off at a skip, holding his hand and dragging him behind her. He followed her with a grin on his face, ignoring the strange looks they received from the prim residents of Solitude. He trailed after her for most of the morning, happy to just be with her, sharing jokes and the occasional kiss.
He couldn't deny he was looking forward to getting her back to his house and showing her all the plans he had for the place...as well as how large and comfortable the bed was. He bit his lip, watching her hips sway in front of him.
He just hoped she didn't mind that the house only had half a roof.
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