The Dragonborn Comes (pods6827 & Major Mario)

Pinned beneath the might of a dragon amongst men, ravaged by his mighty girth and driven to ecstasy time and time again, Lydia couldn't, wouldn't dare believe that she had had better. Nosirebob, she was indeed in Sovngarde! Her pussy was so warm, so sore from the pounding and yet at the same time so tightly woven around Rurik's cock that every miniscule twitch and gyration was enough to elicit a pleasured moan from the back of her throat. Her dark brown hair was a mess of threads upon the pillow which she rested, and her bright eyes were shrouded with lust and pleasure. Only Rurik, with his possessive nature, his dominating aura and his cock- by gods, his cock- could have done this to Lydia.

"Cum in- Cum inside me!" Lydia shrieked as she wrapped her arms around the man's neck. With her last remaining pool of strength the housecarl hooked her legs up and around Rurik's hips to lock themselves in place. She wasn't going to let go of him until he gave her what she desired. And when he did, well, she rewarded him in kind. "Haaa... Haaa!~"

Her pussy clenched hard around Rurik's cock; the sensitive flesh squeezing and massaging the impressive member with aplomb as the housecarl's hips bucked against Rurik's own. Yes, she was cumming just as hard as he was, and when the hot, sticky streams of cum came billowing out into her womb, she let Rurik know just how she felt about it. Her lips were pursed; her tongue hanging out; her body racked with pleasure beyond her comprehension. After the final few streams of cum splashed into her womb and her body eventually calmed down from all the quivering and shaking, Lydia embraced her thane and returned his kiss as best as she could. However, there was no mistaking her emotions.

Lydia was a passionate mess- all thanks to Rurik!

"Mmmmh... Gods, my Thane, that was... incredible, the best. The best!" Lydia assured as the sweat from their lovemaking pooled underneath her supple frame.
 
Rurik untangled himself from Lydia's body, leaning back into the headboard as he began to relax, tension leaving his body as he pulled his housecarl close to rest against him. "Heh, now that's what I like to hear." He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, his memory of the last few days now replaced by a far happier one.

The two of them laid there for a time, Rurik considering what had just happened. The feeling of power and control he'd gotten from having Lydia beneath him had been amazing, like nothing he'd ever felt before, and he wanted more. By the Nine, he wanted more. "We'll be doing this again," he stated, more than asked, as he started to settle down.
 
Lydia was just in awe. Not only had she had the best sex of her entire life, but Rurik was content to keep doing it again somewhere down the line? That would be simply divine, and Lydia didn't figure herself to be a lusty beast. When she was with Rurik, why, so many things just made sense to her, and he made her feel like a woman should- loved, respected, pleasured. Lydia indeed wanted to do this again with Rurik, but she worried about whether or not she would be able to keep up with him. After all, she was a mere housecarl, a strong Nord woman and this was The Dragonborn, a man who lived just to defeat dragons for good. If his sex drive was anything like that of an ancient, primal dominator, the man might just get tired of her if she couldn't keep up.

The woman didn't let that idea get her down. Actually she just used it to feel more fired up about her new lover, to better herself so that she could please Rurik even more. Yes, for Rurik, Lydia would do anything for him!

"I'd... I'd love to," Lydia purred as she nestled her head against the man's chest. She pulled the furs over them both and closed her eyes; soon to fall asleep. "Anytime you wish.~"

(( Well now, who's next? I suppose Rurik will have to decide first if he wants a harem in the first place, where to situate the whole operation and other details... ))
 
Placing his head on the pillow, Rurik closed his eyes as Lydia covered them with furs and pressed her body against him. "Hmm, I'll hold you to that," he muttered as the two of them started to drift off to sleep. The Dragonborn wrapped an arm around his housecarl's body, pulling her close and letting their nude forms rest against each other as their eyes closed.

The next morning Rurik awoke early, the sound of a rooster crowing the first thing he heard as his eyes opened. Noting that he was still wrapped around Lydia's body, he slowly removed himself from the bed, doing his best not to wake his lover up as he started dressing and preparing for the new day. First on the agenda, going to see Jarl Balgruuf and tell him that there was no more need to fear a dragon attack.

Later that day Rurik walked out of Dragonsreach, the Jarl having been very happy to see him, not least because of the news he brought with him, and had thanked him profusely for his service to Whiterun, and to Skyrim. He stepped down the path that led to the city's more populated areas when he saw a familiar face walking out of Jorrvaskr. "Aela!" he called out, a smile appearing on his face as he saw his fellow Companion. He walked over to her, joining her on the steps. "I didn't know you'd gotten back from your mission," the Dragonborn said as he stepped close to her.
 
Lydia would busy herself with her housecarl duties as usual that day, but that day she allowed herself an hour to rest in bed- fully nude and still engulfed in Rurik's scent- to enjoy what felt to be the start of a brand new adventure, or at the very least a new life with the man she loved.

As for Aela, she knew none of this and perhaps nothing at all of Rurik and Lydia's relationship, Rurik's many adventures or the impact his dragonblood had on his psyche. But she knew that he was highly respected, the Dragonborn who had made the trek up and down the Throat of the World many times, the man who killed the World Eater and saved them all... And well, that made him someone worthy to speak to! The Companion returned Rurik's smile and gave him her full, complete attention after having come back from a long mission. The specifics of said mission weren't too important- merely some Silver Hand curs that needed to be gutted.

"To blazes with my mission, Rurik," Aela chuckled. "It's good to see you out and about. After we all felt that calmness in the air, some began to speculate if you weren't going to come back from wherever it was you went off to. That dragon scared plenty of these wetbacks, but not I."

And then she stopped mid-sentence; the werewolf within Aela detected something strong, something so potent that it couldn't be ignored. The strong smell of sex radiating around Rurik like an aura of manliness. More than that, Aela could smell Lydia on the man, and it made her wild. She didn't hate the housecarl, but she was wholly jealous of the adventures she was able to go on, along with other things. It was a one-sided rivalry that Lydia never realized, but Aela wouldn't live it down. She narrowed her eyes and tilted her head at Rurik.

"So... The hero returns home... and gets seduced by his needy housecarl, is that it?" Aela growled before she could stop herself.
 
Rurik could only chuckle at Aela's boasting. Not that she couldn't back up her words, more often than not it was the opposite in fact. Her cocksure attitude meant that she was always the first into any fray and the last to leave (when he wasn't fighting as well at least). "Yeah," he said as he drew closer to the Companion, "I can't imagine a dragon frightening you at all." A light grin was on the nord's face as he spoke.

He was a bit surprised when Aela commented on his night with Lydia, his eyes widening for a moment before returning to normal. It wasn't too surprising after all, the other Nord had a great talent for tracking, and her senses were one of her advantages in that regard.

"Well, I wouldn't say that she seduced me," Rurik started to say, his tone casual as he examined Aela more closely. His grin widening as he realized just why the redhead was being more aggressive than usual. "Really I seduced her, though from how she reacted she was pretty close to doing the same herself."
 
Aela's lip curled up in a digusted snarl as she listened to Rurik. Gods, if his talk about Lydia didn't get her all riled up! She stood tall, placed her hands on her hips and shot the man a determined glare.

"Ugh... That's unfortunate. Very, very unfortunate." Aela didn't think that she would be attracted to Rurik- even sexually so- but knowing that Lydia had been wrapped around his hips and likely moaning his praises just made her want to stick it to that burdensome housecarl. If she was watching now, Aela hoped that what she did next would be akin to pouring salt on an open wound. "I won't be beaten by some... floosy!"

And with that, the huntress' hands whipped up to grab Rurik by the sides of his head so she could pull him down to her height, and only then so she could crash her lips against his own. Unlike Lydia who had a pair of pleasantly plain and yet succulent lips to give a sort of innocent kiss with, Aela had small, strong lips that were devoted to hiding sharp teeth, and an even sharper kiss. There was an animalistic scent to the woman, and her kiss was fueled by the instinct to dominate, or with Rurik, to at least assert herself as the alpha female. In this writer's humble opinion, Lydia is best girl, but this was Aela's time to shine. And no, she wasn't going to pull away from Rurik- not until he returned the kiss or pried her hands off of him, and even then, good luck trying!

And- And by Talos, the gall of the woman... Doing this right on the front steps of Jorrvaskr for all to see! Or... Or at least for Heimskr to see, but he was happily ranting about Talos at that moment.
 
Watching as the look on Aela's face changed to one of disgust when he gave a bare description of his night with Lydia, it was all Rurik could do to not burst into laughter. Even if he had though it wouldn't have been for long, because a moment later the Companion was pulling his head down to hers, their lips meeting in a heated (if unexpected for him) kiss. Rurik couldn't help but compare Aela's kiss to Lydia's; the two were both incredibly passionate, but it seemed to him that Aela was trying to establish herself as the dominate partner.

Well, that wouldn't do, that wouldn't do at all.

Taking advantage of Aela's closeness, Rurik moved his arms around her body and pulled her the remaining distance into his body. A moment later he began to deepen the kiss, becoming more aggressive as the two of them stood there beside the Hall of the Companions. His hands came to rest on the redhead's firm backside, giving her ass a squeeze as he gradually took control of the kiss.
 
Rurik was correct- outstandingly correct- in assuming that Aela was trying to assert her dominance over the man. She had figured that Lydia might have tried being dominant and failed miserably at that, yet the sex between her and Rurik was enough to blow her mind and leave the man wanting for more. Eager to show the man a different experience- and to sway him away from that housecarl of his- Aela sought to dominate. Alas, as she would soon find out, being the dominatrix simply wasn't her place when it came to a dragonborn. The Companion's eyes widened with shock and awe as she felt Rurik pull her into his body and press his lips tighter against her own. She made some effort to put her foot down and maintain the kiss as something of her doing- that Rurik was hers to toy with- but the man's will overpowered her own. Aela, soon, begrudgingly backed down...

...For she couldn't ignore the sensation, the pleasurable jolt that shot up her spine thanks to Rurik's hands cupping her ass and giving it a hearty squeeze. Even through the leather of her outfit she could feel how possessive the man was, and assertive. The thought of having the tables turned on her like the hunter becoming the hunted soon flushed a familiar, erotic heat through Aela's core. Her body locked up and shivered- Rurik had found Aela's weakspot, or at the very least pushing back against her advances in the way he did was enough to start her arousal and lead to the animalistic horiness that would soon follow. Case in point, even if Rurik wasn't a werewolf himself, he would somehow be able to sense Aela's heat!

"Mmph!~"
 
The kiss continued for a time as Aela slowly submit to Rurik, and though he could feel the Companion attempted to reestablish herself as the dominant partner it wasn't long before she gave up on that completely. He could feel her start to tremble from need, sensing it emotionally as well as physically. The muffled moan she let out helped confirm that as well. Slowly the Dragonborn separated his lips from Aela's, her face paint slightly smudged from the force of the kiss. Rurik smirked at her, his expression showing that he knew exactly what she was feeling.

"So Aela, what was that about not losing to Lydia?" Rurik asked, the man stepping around her body and positioning himself behind her, one arm still resting at her hip while the other moved up to wrap around her chest, his hand making it's way under the redhead's armor to palm one of her perky breasts. "Because truth be told? You're not doing so well at that now."

Slowly Rurik started moving Aela from Jorrvaskr's front steps and around the side of it, bringing the Companion to the shadows of her group's hall, where they would be hidden from the eyes of any potential watchers.
 
Ooh, Aela had half a mind to knock this Nord off his feet and onto his ass, perhaps drag him over to the markets and humiliate him in front of the worst person in Skyrim, Nazeem, or worse. Such brazen words and deeds just had to be rewarded with a swift and brutal kick, but Aela the Huntress stood still in a daze and refused to act. Or rather, her body had locked up! She growled and trembled in anger and arousal, not lamenting the smudged face paint but disgusted that Rurik was taking advantage of her embarrassment and hormones to get at her. Like a wolf about to strike she tensed up as Rurik positioned himself behind her, and Aela even turned her head to show him her gritted, sharp teeth.

"Don't you dare-"

Alas, once Rurik's hand slipped under her armor Aela's grumblings, growlings and thinly-veiled threats slipped away in favor of a high-pitched gasp. She didn't expect for Rurik to so easily snake under her armor, her leather and clothing to nip and grope at her breast. They were there, perhaps the same size as Lydia's were, but damn were they perky. Rurik would be able to feel Aela's nipple cut into the palm of his hand nearly a second after he grasped her full breast. The natural heat of her body combined with the fire of arousal made her soft- yet ever so firm- breast feel unlike anything Rurik had ever felt before, save for Lydia's. And Aela, too, would feel amazed to know that Rurik's palm wasn't as rough as she expected, nor was it soft. It was a good combination of the two; something alien to Aela yet very pleasing.

"Shut up," Aela whimpered as she was led into the shadows of Jorrvaskr. With Rurik's hand upon her breast under her armor and his manly, possessive musk wafting over her like a potent aphrodisiac, Aela felt a damp spot form between her thighs. "G-gah, well, by Shor, you don't know if this is all part of my plan... Lure you in like this..."

To make things clear, Aela was consenting as much as Lydia had before, but she seemed to want Rurik to work for this. Or, perhaps she was simply along for the ride; a wolfish Nord caught off guard by a stronger, more dominant foe yet wholly pleased by that fact. This was further showcased by how Aela's hand snuck around her backside to press against Rurik's crotch and rub there. Even if he was wearing armor or some kind of codpiece, Aela's gesture spoke volumes. She was eager!
 
Despite her words Rurik could tell that Aela's resolve, and her desire to be the dominant partner, was wavering. The tone of her voice, as well as the way she gasped and tried to hold back moans as he squeezed her breast, were proof of that. The fact that she had moved her hand down to his crotch destroyed any doubts that she was eager for what was happening. "Oh you have a plan do you?" he asked, his free hand moving down her body to her pussy, by now fully wet with arousal and need, "Tell me, is this a part of your plan?"

The Dragonborn tweaked Aela's nipple as she began to rub his crotch. As Rurik had decided to go without armor for his meeting with the Jarl, that meant that she now had a handful of his rapidly growing cock, only his cloth leggings between her hand and his horse-flesh.

"Well, go on then," Rurik said after a moment of enduring Aela's ministrations, "You've been talking a big game about how you won't lose to Lydia, let's see if your actions can back up your boasts." His free hand moved to his own waist and began pulling down his pants, letting his long, almost fully erect cock fall out and rest against Aela's hand.
 
The way Aela's body was being toyed with so masterfully made the huntress' knees weak. She knew that she would be safe back here in the shadows of her home base, and with so many Companions out about the town or on missions, there wasn't much threat of them being discovered. Growling and even whimpering, Aela weathered Rurik's touches as much as she was able, even if his free hand was now toying with her damp folds. Aela squeezed her eyes shut and tried to get a handle on herself, but damnit all, Rurik had her cornered and pinned down. It had been quite some time since she had her breasts and nipples tweaked, and even longer since someone else had gotten so close to manipulate her damp folds. The fact that this was Rurik doing it all wasn't lost on Aela- she damn near idolized the man and felt honored that she was being fondled by him, even if she really wanted to be the dominant partner here. Alas, with the way the man was egging her on and riling up her body without taking a step back, Aela had no choice but to concede and accept defeat.

But she wouldn't go down like this- She wouldn't lose to Lydia, so Aela just had to prove to Rurik that she was far superior than some lowly housecarl!

"You're a cheeky little shit, aren't you Rurik?" Aela grumbled before she noticed the cock brushing against her hand. Her eyes lit up in amazement- the cock seemed to pulse against her body, and it was even growing larger and thicker by the moment. "To hell to plans... I'll just show you who's better than that housecarl!"

Well, Aela was determined... At least she had that going for her. She wasn't the type to just stand there and stroke Rurik off- oh no no no, she had to get down on her knees! Determined to be so much better a lover than that stupid Lydia, Aela slid down against Rurik's body and sat comfortably on her knees so she could get a much closer look at his semi-erect cock. From there she leaned in close, took a few deep whiffs of his masculine musk and then reached out to cup both his sensitive balls and the base of his shaft. One hand began to squeeze ever so softly; the other began to stroke back and forth. It was a slow start, but soon Aela began to accelerate and move her stroking hand further up the length of Rurik's stiff cock. Well, it just had to be fully erect by now! A few more sniffs and a bit of gentle- if not thorough- prods to the very tip of his twitching cock and Aela was ready to proceed. She opened her mouth wide and stuffed Rurik's fat, throbbing cock past her lips and over her wet tongue until it rested about five to six inches inside of her.

The huntress' eyes flicked up to Rurik's own as she began to move her head back and forth, bobbing it to and fro along the man's cock all the while her two free hands continued to work where they could. By Shor, Lydia was somewhat inexperienced with all of this, but Aela? She seemed to know exactly what she was doing!
 
Rurik grinned as Aela began to whimper beneath his fingers, the only sign that the slow and tender movements of his fingers were having any true effect. He knew that the Companion thought highly of him, though that hadn't always been the case. He recalled that when he'd first arrived in Whiterun, barely a septim to his name, she had called him 'new meat', referring to the fact that he hadn't seemed particularly impressive at the time,

Aela gave his cock another squeeze and the Dragonborn's grin widened a bit. 'My how times change,' he thought as he prepared for what would be happening next.

The sight of Aela's eyes widening as she realized the full size of his cock was one that Rurik wanted to remember for a long time, so he simply watched as she gave it a light squeeze before lowering herself to her knees. "Alright, let's see what you can do."

He watched as Aela began sniffing around his cock, taking no small amount of pleasure from the way the proud woman examined the length ad girth of it, her increasingly rapid strokes bringing him to full mast shortly. A moment later she was taking his length into her mouth, eagerly bobbing back and forth on it as she went to work on the first few inches of his manhood.

"Hmm, not bad," Rurik commented as the Companion's hands massaged his heavy sack, the pleasure causing his voice to hitch slightly as he met her eyes briefly, "But so far I'm not too impressed. I hope this isn't all you've got." The Dragonborn placed a hand on the back of Aela's head, subtly encouraging her to go deeper.
 
"Mmmphh?!"

Rurik 'hoped' that this wasn't all that Aela had? Just... Just what kind of man did he think he was? The audacity of that statement was making Aela furious... But she couldn't lose her temper here, not while her mouth was so filled with the dragonborn's mighty cock! She needed to keep her head and keep pleasuring him if she was to ever earn her place above /Lydia/! And so she narrowed her eyes as her eyebrows scrunched up in scrutiny and well-kindled anger- but Aela was determined too.

If Rurik was encouraging her to go deeper then Aela had no choice but to accept. She slid her lips further along the length of his cock and over the subtle, pulsing veins before she was nearly brushing her nose against Rurik's crotch and, by extension, his hair. For a moment Aela paused to wrinkle her nose in a mixture of discomfort and disgust, but the moment quickly passed and returned her to her usual movements. The redheaded Nord pulled back, licked Rurik's bulbous cockhead to get it all slick with her saliva and then she went back at it to suck, blow and slide her pretty lips over him. With how deep she was going- deep enough that it pushed past her uvula and brushed against the back of her esophagus.

For Rurik she would keep doing this for minutes, even hours if he wanted... But what she really wanted was to make sure that he was pleased enough to take her to the next part! Oh yes, she wanted his cock... terribly so by that point!
 
As Aela ran her tongue over the large tip of his cock, Rurik let his hand continue to rest on her head, his fingers gripping the Companion's red hair as she began to go further down on his shaft. At one point she had taken so much of it that her chin was pressing against his heavy sack and his head was reaching the back of her throat. "Yeah, that's more like it," he said as he thrust back and forth into her mouth, letting his balls slap against her chin a few times before continuing, "With a mouth like this, maybe you can compete with Lydia after all."

After a minute or two of that the Dragonborn started to pull out of Aela's mouth, groaning with pleasure as her lips and tongue pressed against his shaft one more time before he was out completely. Rurik let his length rest in front of her, looking down at the redhead with a grin on his face. "Now that you've had a taste, I think it's time that we moved on to the main event." He leaned forward slightly to grasp Aela's hand and lift her up, putting her back on her shaky feet. "Let's get that armor off so we can get started," Rurik said, already helping to undo the clasps on the Companion's armor, eager to see what lay beneath it.
 
When Rurik pulled away from Aela there was a lingering sense of disappointment in the woman's eyes. She licked her lips and went to brush her fingers against them as her eyes were cast downwards at Rurik's feet. He didn't cum in her mouth, didn't spurt that rich, creamy substance down her throat or even splatter a bit upon her cheeks and hair. The lack of such an orgasm/ejaculation filled Aela with dread! Was she really not that good enough? Maybe if she was better, or maybe if she had put her tongue into the game a little more, perhaps Rurik would have came inside her mouth? Alas, there was no time to sit and pout about this as Rurik had lifted Aela up onto her feet. No need to worry about this- after all, a blowjob before the main course would mean that Rurik would last longer...

Yes, yes! Aela still had this in the bag!

"Oh gods, I can hardly wait," Aela moaned as her eyes flashed back up towards Rurik's face. She helped him out as much as she could with her armor; unlatching straps, tearing down buckles and sliding off smallclothes until she was in nothing but her bra and panties, and even those were- Wait a minute... Aela wasn't wearing a bra or panties at all! Figures for a werewolf, especially one who wore such ancient armor like that Primative Nord getup. "Are we going to do it here? In the shadows?"

The Companion sounded very eager about all of this, but her body showed just how eager she really was. Rurik would be able to see her creamy, peach skin tremble under his gaze while her silken pussy lips were pulsing with desire. Her nipples, too, were enticing and very erect at that moment. They were begging to be teased, tweaked, twisted and taken by storm, but more so her breasts than her nipples. And Alea herself... She was itching to have Rurik's mighty cock buried in her depths!
 
"I could tell that you weren't wearing a bra earlier," Rurik said as he and Aela removed her leather armor and let it fall to the ground and reveal her beautiful body to him, "But to think that you aren't wearing panties either...What a lewd woman you are Aela." The Dragonborn reached out and grasped the redheaded woman's breasts, palming them and teasing her hard, perky nipples between his fingers. Even as he did that though his eyes were already moving up and down her body, taking in her beautiful, nubile form. Her outfit hadn't exactly been prudish before, but that didn't mean that Rurik wasn't excited to see the rest of her.

"Yes we'll be doing this right here," was Rurik's response as he stepped out of his pants, leaving him fully naked from the waist down. "Good thing the rest of the Companions are out on mission of their own right?" He reached down and started to finger Aela's pussy, "Can you imagine what they'd say if they found the great Aela the Huntress being fucked in public like this?" A moment later the Dragonborn removed his fingers from her dripping pussy, positioning himself behind her so his cock was rubbing up against her folds as she leaned against the hall.

His hands on Aela's hips, fingers squeezing into her soft ass, Rurik started to tease her with the tip of his cock. "Try to keep quiet Aela," he casually said as he moved his hips back preparing to thrust into her, "I'd hate to have to stop because a guard stumbled across us." With that the Dragonborn began to push into the Companion's sopping pussy until half of his long cock was inside her before pulling out, repeating the motion again and again as he loosened her up. Groaning from the pleasure, Rurik leaned foward and pressed his chest against Aela's back, his arms moving to wrap around her and his hands starting to grope and tease her swaying breasts.
 
Yes, thank goodness that Vilkas, Farkas and the others were out doing their own thing or sleeping at that time. Even Eorlund Gray-Mane was out and about and thankfully not around Jorrvaskr. Something about his wife or whatever. It didn't matter to Aela; none of it mattered so long as she was alone with Rurik and his cock. She blushed a deep red when she felt the Dragonborn's stiff fingers plunge between her sopping wet folds and winced in embarrassment when he chided her ever so softly, but still so savagely. Being fucked in public wasn't becoming of her stature... And yet if it was the Dragonborn doing it with her out there in the Plain's district for all to see, perhaps even in plain view of that bitch Lydia, then... By Shor, Aela's heart had started to beat even faster as she worked herself up over that idle fantasy, and to top it all off there was no need to debate it further as she was due to be fucked pronto!

"Gggguaah... Y-you bastard... Fine, fine, I'll try to- mmmpph- keep quiet, but no promises!" Aela growled, knowing full well that the cock rubbing against her slick folds was just the right size and girth to satisfy her. Already she wanted it in her; to have Rurik claim her as if she was some wolf bitch in heat. "Nnghaa... C-come on, don't keep me-"

Aela let loose a high-pitched yelp of surprise when she felt that long cock push its way into her wet cunt. She had to rip a hand away from the side of the building to cover her mouth, as though she wanted to moan she couldn't let herself get caught by the guards if they decided to investigate the noise. The Companion focused on the wooden supports in front of her as much as she could and hoped that it would allow her to quell her moans with the help of her hand, but when Rurik got more into the groove and thrust that wonderful, hot cock of his into her pussy again and again and again Aela found herself whimpering and quivering. Her breathless, stifled moans were not quiet, but at least they weren't full-on unobstructed screams of rapture. It was clear that Rurik's cock was just the thing to make this proud Nord woman tremble in delight, and even more so, make her pussy clench hard around said cock when Rurik's hands reached around to palm her plush breasts!

"Mmmphm! R-Rurik!"
 
The sound of Aela's yelps and moans was music to Rurik's ears, even as restrained as they were. Briefly the Nord considered what he would do if someone happened to walk by and see them but he pushed those thoughts aside, deciding that he would worry about such an event if it happened, but for now he would focus on fucking Aela's​incredibly tight pussy as thoroughly as he could. "That's it," Rurik said as the Companion moaned out his name, grinning at just how the normally​ proud woman was acting now that he was balls deep in her slick pussy, "Say my name!"

The Dragonborn's thrusts came at a rapid but steady pace, each one pushing into the deepest part of Aela as his hands massaged her chest, pinching her nipples between his fingers. After a bit of this an idea occurred to Rurik though, and with a flex of his muscles he lifted the redhead up, pushing her against the wall as he continued to fuck her, his heavy balls slapping against her thighs. "Fuck Aela, you're going to make me cum so hard, fill you up with my seed right here!"

Indeed, it wasn't long after speaking that Rurik could feel himself approaching his orgasm, the repeated clenching of her pussy around his thick cock almost driving him almost mad with desire. "Aela!" he moaned, burying his cock all the way inside of her as he came, a thick stream of his cum flowing into her. A few more thrusts ensured that he was finished with his orgasm, and the Dragonborn slowly pulled his cock out of her, letting it rest against her ass as he lowered her body back down to the ground. "Heh, not bad Aela," he said as he pulled her close, "Not bad at all."
 
"Rurik! Ruruiiiik!" Aela hissed through clenched teeth as she eventually dragged her hand away from her mouth and used it to support herself. She wasn't sure how long this session would last, but ultimately it didn't matter to her so long as Rurik was pleased with her. She ground her hips against his pelvis and bucked them hard against his thrusts, complete with the lewd smacks and 'schlicks' that came from such an action. "W-whaaat? Nnngh! N-not my- not my nipples!"

Aela began to pant- she couldn't focus on one particular aspect of Rurik and thus was sent into one hell of a tizzy. He was giving such loving, if not primal and lustful, attention to her pussy that Aela figured she couldn't focus on anything but that. She bit her lip to stifle her moans and shuddered with every prolonged thrust Rurik made into her sopping wet cut. The nerves she couldn't reach alone with her fingers were being teased and stimulated by the Dragonborn's long, thick shaft while those plump balls of his slapped against her thighs and made her quiver with anticipation for a possible 'cooling-off session' with her thorough tongue and lips. And Rurik's hands- those thick, calloused, strong hands- somehow made the Companion even wetter and tighter than ever before as they groped and fondled her tits, even her nipples. Being confined to armor had made those puppies very sensitive, and Rurik had just the right skills to make them pulse beneath his hands. Even the Dragonborn's sturdy body pressed up against Aela's own made her horny beyond all compare- to have such heat and strength brushing against her, overwhelming her, dominating her!

"Taaaake me... Oh Gods, taaake me, hard... Nnngh, I'm so close!"

Once Rurik reached his limit, or rather, once Alea could no longer keep up with the Dragonborn and suffered a powerful climax, the two of them would be bound in rapture. Aela tightened around Rurik's thick shaft and her inner walls massaged it so thoroughly that pulling out simply wasn't an option. The thick white seed pumped into her womb and filled up along her moist passage until she was practically overflowing with the stuff. When Rurik pulled out he would be able to see bits of his essence trickling out from her cunt, but the woman was far too enamored with the sensation to care. She felt so filled, so warm and so adored- the pleasure of being cummed inside was simply too much for her to bear, and so she whited out for a brief moment only to recover her senses once she was pulled tight against Rurik's chest.

The red-haired companion cooed and pushed her head into the crook of Rurik's neck for comfort- instinctually, it seemed.

"Gaah... I uh... Well, thank you," Aela murmured- dazed and blushing.
 
Rurik couldn't help but grin at the dazed look on Aela's face as she pressed her face into his neck. If anyone else in the world had ever seen such an expression on the strong, proud Nord woman then he'd certainly be surprised. He was sure that if he let go of her she wouldn't even be able to stand on her own feet she looked so weak in the knees, so he held onto her for a bit longer, his hands grasping her ass as she blushed beneath him. "Heh, the look on your face is pretty different from the one you started this with," the Dragonborn said, pausing only to give her soft cheeks an idle squeeze as he enjoyed the feel of her curvy ass.

After standing there for a moment longer Rurik started to separate from Aela's body, stepping back to grab his pants and began dressint himself once more. "I think that we'll definitely be doing this again in the future," he commented once he was again fully dressed. He looked out past the wall of the Companion's hall, eyes searching for any sign that anyone had seen or heard them. "I don't think anyone knows we're here," he finally said, though in truth he didn't care much one way or the other. He was hardly a bashful person after all, or else he probably wouldn't have taken Aela out here in the first place.
 
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Rurik couldn't help but grin at the dazed look on Aela's face as she pressed her face into his neck. If anyone else in the world had ever seen such an expression on the strong, proud Nord woman then he'd certainly be surprised. He was sure that if he let go of her she wouldn't even be able to stand on her own feet she looked so weak in the knees, so he held onto her for a bit longer, his hands grasping her ass as she blushed beneath him. "Heh, the look on your face is pretty different from the one you started this with," the Dragonborn said, pausing only to give her soft cheeks an idle squeeze as he enjoyed the feel of her curvy ass.

After standing there for a moment longer Rurik started to separate from Aela's body, stepping back to grab his pants and began dressint himself once more. "I think that we'll definitely be doing this again in the future," he commented once he was again fully dressed. He looked out past the wall of the Companion's hall, eyes searching for any sign that anyone had seen or heard them. "I don't think anyone knows we're here," he finally said, though in truth he didn't care much one way or the other. He was hardly a bashful person after all, or else he probably wouldn't have taken Aela out here in the first place.
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As Rurik pulled away from Aela's hold he would be able to notice the longing in her eyes. Sure, she wasn't the touchy-feely lovey-dovey type, but Aela was still a woman, and she longed for the touch of a man. She hissed in delight at the squeeze to her curvy ass and felt the desire to fall back into the Dragonborn's arms; to feel his manhood slide back into her needy folds and take her for another ride. But it seemed that the fun had ended, at least for the moment. Aela was in no condition to keep going just yet, so she relented and gathered up her clothes with a disappointed sigh.

"I'd really love to go for another," Aela muttered as she put on her armor once again. She stood on wobbly legs; her body was coated in sweat. "So uh... Rurik, will you- will you come see me again?" Shit, that sounded weak. Aela stood up straight despite the fire in her loins and cleared her throat. "I mean... Rutting like animals in the shadows under the threat of being discovered has to be a better experience than whatever that housecarl of yours could have given you."
 
The sight of the intense longing in Aela's eyes brought no small amount of good cheer to Rurik, and part of him wanted to just bend her over and have his way with her once more, but he pushed that urge down. There would be many opportunities to do that in the future, and the Dragonborn planned to take them when he could. Still, he thought, that didn't mean that he couldn't give the Huntress a little more encouragement. "Oh I'm certainly going to come see you again," was the Dragonborn's comment as he stepped closer to his newest lover.

"Believe me when I say that you were great," Rurik said as one hand absent-mindedly traced Aela's curves, "But whether you were better than Lydia..." The Dragonborn looked up for a moment, a ponderous expression on his face, "Well, I couldn't say for sure either way." He grinned down at the member of the Companions, "I suppose we'll have to keep doing this if you want me to know for sure which of you is the better lover."
 
"Gladly!"

Aela turned away with a deep blush, for her exuberance had gotten the better of her. Whether it was because of her rivalry with Lydia or her infatuation with Rurik she had voiced that with far too much enthusiasm than she would have wished. She clenched her fists, stomped at the ground beneath her feet and let loose an exaggerated sigh before turning back to Rurik with arms folded across her chest.

"We'll keep doing this, bastard, until you give me a straight answer. So until you want to come back to me and do things properly," Aela growled, already imagining the various positions Rurik could put her into and growing a little aroused at said images, "I'd say you should go sod off."

Classic tsundere, if such a word existed here in Skyrim!
 
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