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"And then I took an arrow to the leg..." [NF & MT]

They were thoughts Lorelle didn't waste much time on. She was different than other women, she had come to terms with that already. Not marrying, that was just part of it. It was safer that way.

She was just finishing the rest of her meat when he spoke to her, beckoning her to him. Her brow raised curiously before examining the spot between him and the fire. She was surprised he had not tried to tempt her into sex and she had to wonder if this was just a veiled attempt at working up towards that. The back of her mind could not forget their first sexual encounter, it was a lot of things but consensual was not one of them, she could never forget that. Even thought she knew it was the beast inside him, not the man himself.

"Okay.." She slowly moved to crawl next to him on the furs, stretching her legs out a moment before settling in place. Her head reached his chest and she found it easy to lean her head against it, albiet in a somewhat reserved fashion.
 
He didn't allow her the space or the ability to be reserved; he pulled the blanket forward and over the two of them wrapping them up and pressing her closer back against him. His cock pressed up against the curve of her ass through the fabric of her nightgown. The other wraps around her waist. He smells of fresh sweat, mixed with the more exotic hints of some kind of perfume or other smell that's barely discernible. His body radiates heat.

"You confuse me, Lorelle." a chuckle. "Confuse and arouse me in equal measure. I have no idea how you wish to be treated - nor what is proper. But you know how I feel." that made him laugh. "You can feel how I feel."
 
|| She's still naked darlin. ;) ||


He was warm, and big, and could engulf her so easily in his arms that it was difficult not to relax into him. He made her feel safe against all odds, and truly he was all she had, especially after leaving everything she had known. She shut her eyes ever so softly, not blind to the feel of his hard cock but not responding to it either.

She smiled to herself when he spoke, laughing gently for just a moment. "Attraction is not a feeling." She pointed out to him quietly. "And all of this is very new to me... I don't really know how I want to be treated myself."
 
"Then I will show you how I plan to treat you"

It was a simple statement of fact - not an invitation or a suggest of what might happen. The arm at her torso moved to cup one of her breasts, squeezing it eagerly. The other hand lowered, and she felt his fingers between her thighs. The blunt shape of his middle finger moving over her flesh, trying to find the sensitive nub to tease. And then his lips found her earlobe and started to lewdly suck and bite on it. And all the while, she could feel his pulse - through his chest, and also through his cock. His pulse, and his breathing - it was clear that his heart was racing, his breathing fast and urgent.
 
She turned her head to the side ever so slightly at his curious words. She need not wonder long though before his hand gripped one of her considerable breasts and hand rather quickly found her small clit. A deep breath released from her throat as her eyes shut, pleasure painting over her expression rather quickly. Her head tilted into him as he assaulted her ear with his mouth and teeth.

One hand reached down to grasp his wrist, but did not pull him away. "Kellen..." Her words were gentle and quite weak, no one had ever touched her like that before. A wetness rather quickly developed between her legs and increased by the minute. His hands were so large and demanding, it was almost humbling to be the one beneath them.

"That feels good..." She almost sounded mildly surprised in her hazy mist. It was clear, there was much the young woman still had to learn.
 
"Of course it feels good. It surprises me that you don't have a favourite way to be touched. Or maybe you do. Or maybe you've just not been touched enough."

He brings his finger up from her lips to his own and suckles on it lewdly, right next to her ear. "But you certainly do taste nice. And feel nice. It does make me glad you weren't married to Baor. Carrying you off on my shoulder would've been rather harder."

His hand snakes back down her body, but this time he pull her legs a little more widely apart, giving him better access. He has absolutely no problem in man-handling her as he sees fit.
 
She blushed rather deeply at his comment about not having been touched enough. That was perhaps true. "I have never been touched this way.." She murmured to him quietly, eyes still shut as any external stimuli just might have been too much to handle along with his skillful hands. That blush became an even deeper one at the notion that she even tasted good. It was so personal... so sexy.A

She shook her head breathlessly as he spoke of Baor. She did not want to think of him right now. The only thing on her mind was Kellen and all that he had to offer her. She allowed him to move his legs without any resistance, pussy spread ever so slightly. She was so wet it was practically pouring out of her and onto his hand. Their last experience had been with the beast, this time it was only Kellen. She rather liked this man.
 
He continues to explore her for a few more minutes, relishing the sensation of her body reacting to his touch. There comes a point, though, when he wants to do more than just touch, and he wants more than just a taste. But the narrow confines of the makeshift bed roll don't allow for it. So with a single effortless gesture, he throws the bedding clear, and then, before she can respond, he picks her up and carried her bodily to one of the walls. He hoists her so that her legs are up on his shoulders, and he can finally bury his face in her crotch. His lips and tongue repeat the movements that his fingers did whilst his powerful arms hold her in place.

The storm outside builds towards a crescendo, with lightning flashing and thunder crashing. He can't help himself, and lowers her to a much more convenient level, face to face. He kisses her hard as he presses her up against the wall as the storm blows around them. With his spare hand, he guides his cock up against her, thrilling at the wetness he finds and has caused. And then, thankfully not in time with the thunder, he takes her.
 
Lorelle quite honestly could have sat there all day and let him feel her to his heart's content. No one had ever touched her, cared to take their time with her, it was quite thrilling. When he suddenly threw the bedding clear and stood she opened her eyes finally in surprise just in time to be hoisted off the cave floor and pressed her just as quickly against the cave wall. She shivered as the cold wall sent chills throughout her body, but it was quickly replaced with an odd warmth from the very depths of her own private... walls.

She gasped loudly when his face buried in her womanhood. His tongue found her clit and lips were merciless to her sensitivity to all of these new feelings. Running purely on instinct Lorelle's hand lifted to take a hand full of his hair, gripping him in place while he tasted her very essence. The rain and thunder outside were all a distant noise now, there was only Kellen in her sights. Kellen and all the delicious things he could do to her...

Her eyes opened and head leaned off of the wall when he slid her down, legs being stretched even more now from this new position. "Ke-" She was about to speak his name but he wasted no time in inviting himself in. She shamelessly moaned loudly into the Skyrim wilderness, head falling back against the cave wall again and eyes staring at the ceiling. She released his hair as she adjusted to his full girth inside of her.

"Oh Kellen..." Her voice was a strained whisper. She wished she could explain how good it felt, but all she could really do was moan his name..
 
His hands found her legs and lifted them up to wrap around his hips; there was something almost natural about the way they fit there. After enjoying the sensation of her legs for a moment, he moved his hands again to find her wrists, and then pinned them over her head against the rough stone wall.

And all the while he kept moving his hips - rolling them in ever deeper circles, pushing more of himself into her her with each thrust. He lowered his head to her neck and started to kiss and tease and bite the exposed flesh. His breath was hot on her skin as he tasted her sweat, tasted her body.

The apex of the storm hit them, and the winds and rain hit the cave at just the right angle to lightly shower them for a moment. The chill water didn't slow Kellen down, but rather seemed to spur him onwards. Long, deep, slow thrusts. He seemed to relish the feeling of her body around him, against him. He didn't even waste breath trying to speak.
 
She groaned again as he raised her hands over her head and pinned them against the wall. The feeling of being helpless and exposed was perhaps addicting, perhaps a side effect from having been strong and alone for so long. His mouth at her neck caused her head to roll, a moan slipping between her lips into the air. Each bite, kiss and tease sent chills through her whole body while he serviced himself with her. She clenched her hands where they rest trapped against the wall, hips starting to buck ever so slightly so she could try and meet his almost desperate thrusts. She struggled to even remotely keep up. She did not have the muscle, endurance or experience that Kellen had. She would learn.

As water poured in on them with the wind she gasped softly. Droplets of rain now rolled down her body for his viewing pleasure. She tried to free her hands but only managed to wiggle against the wall in her attempt.

"Kellen... I..." Her mouth fell agape. "Please..." Words were broken, desperate. She was not sure she even knew which ones she was trying to speak.

"KELLEN." She screamed his name at him as her inner walls squeezed tightly around his invading cock. Her warm orgasm rushed over him, spasmed and massaged him... she fell limp against the wall where she rested, arms still above her head. Her face was hot and red, breath heavy. Her soft blue eyes slowly turned to meet his gaze.. That had been....

Amazing.
 
He lasted a little longer than her; the sensation of taking her as she spasmed and orgasmed on his cock was exquisite. And when his orgasm finally came, he kept his eyes locked on hers. His face straining almost angry-looking in stark contrast to hers. Everything about the two of them was in stark contrast - colour, size, manner, upbringing, but it seemed to work.

He held them together for a few moments - he wasn't sure for how long - after he came. She could feel his breathing settle, his racing heart still, and his cock soften. Only then did he release her hands, but not to put her down; instead he carried her gently back towards their bed and with tenderness in stark contrast to his fierce appearance, tucked her into bed next to him.

This time, he said nothing.
 
She laid against the cave wall as he finished with her, eyes shutting and breath heavy. She could feel his cock erupt inside of her and relished the warmth that seemed to warm her insides even more. When their eyes met it was like electric fire... his fierce gaze was quickly becoming relaxing to her.

He finally released her hands and she lowered them only to wrap her arms around his neck as he began to carry her back to the bed. She didn't speak either, quite shaken by the experience. She was exhausted from the day's walk and the night's activities combined. She released him only as he set her down and settled into him as he pulled the blankets over them. His mannerisms were surprisingly gentle for such a beastly man...

She wanted to speak, to tell him how amazing that was, how good it felt, but his silence spurred silence of her own. Lorelle was not one to fall quiet, but on this night she did. They were barely in bed before a much needed sleep took her. Lulled by the sound of the rain and clashing thunder outside.
 
He spent the night with his arms protectively and possessively wrapped around her. Nothing disturbed them during the night, and he woke after the sun had already risen - practically decadent for someone so keen on discipline. There was no way to disentangle from her without waking her, so he did his best to be as neighbourly as possible - he woke her with a kiss. Well, a kiss and a hand on her breast.

After getting started on their journey again, they managed to make reasonable speed to Solitude. It was easier than the previous day's travel as it mostly seemed down-hill. The closer they got to Solitude, the more Imperial troops they encountered. This was not something particularly knew or strange to Kellen - Imperial service was not uncommon amongst his people.

"It provides a decent amount of coin, and lets us do what we enjoy doing." he said, cheerfully explaining his seeming good-humour to Lorelle on seeing them. His mood was further enhanced when he saw it was a port city as they stood before its gates.

"I really should've just come here by boat. It would've saved a lot of cold, and a lot of walking. But... it would've meant that I wouldn't have met you, milady" he seemed intent on playing the bodyguard role she had suggested in jest. "So as the lady, you should explain to these nice imperial troops what our business here is"
 
Solitude at last! Lorelle was surprisingly silent compared to Kellen's chipper mood of the day. She watched the rolling waters of the docks as they walked, the ships coming into port, strangers walking up and down the road from the great city. She found her hand clutching her own arm as they walked. For all her excitement when talking about Solitude she had certainly pulled back into her shell now that they had finally arrived.

Lorelle wore one of her nicer dresses in anticipation, it was a vibrant orange color with ruffles around the bottom, as low cut as any of her others. A white ribbon tied around her waist and hung loosely behind her as she walked, she even wore shoes. Her hair was pulled back slightly on one side with a pin. She had dressed in attempt to blend in but now that she was here... perhaps she was humbled by the sight of the great city.

As the large gates soon erected before her eyes they widened ever so slightly. It was even more prestigious than she had anticipated. The sight of the Imperial soldiers rattled her. This place was so important... why was she here? She was only half listening to Kellen so withdrawn in her own thoughts, but she caught the last bit where he was expecting her to talk to the guards.

She straightened up ever so slightly and tried to appear not as jaded as she was. "Right..." She resisted the urge to grab for Kellen's hand, he was her only source of comfort all the way out here. "We're... selling furs." Her mind literally could not come up with anything better than that, and she certainly didn't play the part of the 'lady' well.... maybe next time.

The guards stared at her for a moment in suspicion, then looked to Kellen. At this point in time he seemed more legitimate than she did... but they chalked it up to her obvious young age.

"Stay out of trouble." They advised sternly and opened the gates for them to enter. She looked at Kellen desperately, her heart was pounding out of her chest. It was her first time in a big city... and Solitude was one of the most important ones on the map. 'I'm sorry' she mouthed to them as they walked through the gates.
 
Within the city, Kellen looked almost like any other mercenary, sellsword, or soldier. There certainly were enough people in similar gear. But none had the same kind of blade.

Once they were out of earshot of the guards, Kellen burst out laughing. "Guards are trained to look for something suspicious, something out of place. When a fur-trader arrives here without furs, they'll think something's up."

As they wandered through the streets, he came to a halt to consult some papers, then nodded to himself. "There is a bard college here. That strikes me as the best place to look. At least given our current circumstance. Going to the ... whatever you Nords call castles dressed as we are will ... not go well. But first things first; we should find an inn. We'll look less out of place if we're not carrying travelling packs."

"I think this colour suits you. And I particularly enjoy the style. Why do you go for this design? It certainly looks good on you"
 
She flushed deeply as he made that very, very good point. It made her wonder how they even got in to begin with. She inwardly berated herself, next time she would have to be more prepared. She was silent as Kellen went on to walk, something about the bard's college and they needed to find an inn.

"There's one." She pointed to the left of them. It was just inside of the city with a few drunks standing outside. She changed direction to head towards the inn and looked down at her dress as he complimented it. "Thank you..." She sounded somewhat self-conscious. "It is so different than what everyone else is wearing... you don't think it looks stupid?" She pulled at the flare of the dress slightly. She truly looked like she was from a small town dressed as she was... at least that was how she felt. Perhaps she was being too hard on herself again.

"It is one of my nicer dresses... I thought perhaps it was suitable given what Solitude holds within... the palace. Now I am thinking I am in need of a new wardrobe. I'm afraid I wouldn't know what would help me to fit in though..." As they reached the door of the inn she paused and looked up at Kellen, taking a deep breath.

"I'm nervous." She murmured to him quietly. "There are so many people... I don't know if I should be here.."
 
The sign outside was curious - The Winking Skeever. Whatever a skeever was...

"I think you look good enough to eat. And you have every right to be here. If anyone looks at you funny, I'll stab them. Sound like a good plan?" and then strode into the tavern.

It was a large, two-story affair. The ground floor seemed to be for drinking and eating, and the upstairs held bedrooms. At this time of the afternoon, it was largely empty. A red-haired man with a well-tended bear greeted the two of them.

"Welcome to the Winking Skeever, friends. Corpulus Vinius is the name. Settle yourselves down; take a load off. What can we get for you? Food? Drink? You look like you've come a long way, son"

Kellen was a little surprised by the warmth of the welcome, but the reason was obvious. He was probably ex-Legion and had set up shop here.

"Greetings. Two mugs of mead, and a room for a week."

"Excellent! More guests. Minette! Which rooms are free?" shouted the man, clearly to someone upstairs. The woman's voice replied. "Two and three."

The innkeeper turned his attention back to the newcomers. "Are you more two, or three?"

Kellen looked balnkly at Lorelle.
 
Lorelle looked stricken when he said he would stab anyone that looked at her funny. "Uhm..." She turned to watch him as he strode away into the inn with confidence that seemed to just come naturally. "Don't do that..." She pleaded softly, taking his comment very seriously.

When they entered and were immediately greeted by the man she remained silent, diverting her eyes at the floor. Her hand found Kellen's, squeezing it tightly though she didn't expect him to hold it back. He probably thought her fear to be stupid or misplaced, but something inside of her screamed to get out of town. It was probably all in her mind, but there were just so many people...

She let the men speak and remained next to but slightly behind Kellen, still holding onto his hand. When the man asked if they were 'two or three', and Kellen looked at her for an answer, her eyes grew wide much like they did at the gate. "Two." She answered sternly, trying to prevent what had happened earlier from happening again. Only now instead of floundering at the question and answering weakly, she spoke the number two like her life depended on it and everyone must die because of it. When she heard her own voice she shrunk back behind Kellen more, releasing his hand in favor of rubbing her own face.

She was such an idiot...
 
He gave her hand what he thought of as a a reassuring squeeze.

"Do you want two rooms, or room two?" called the voice from upstairs. It was a curious mixture of Nord and Imperial accents.

"Room two" Kellen answered simply, not giving the young woman any time to feel bashful or ashamed about their arrangement. Meanwhile, the innkeeper has presented two mugs of mead and left them on the bar.

"Where would you suggest we go if we were looking for work?"

"Well, I'm a Redguard and she's got a green thumb, and a keen eye for books"

The innkeeper nodded and then leant forward conspiratorially and said in a low voice. "Well, the Legion's always recruiting more. And you didn't hear it from me, but I heard a rumour that the farms hereabouts are having a rough time. Someone might be able to coax them back to life."

Kellen counted out the coins from his purse and slid them across the bar, nodding his thanks. He then began to walk up the stairs towards the room, expecting Lorelle to follow.

It was a spacious room with a big bed, table, and reasonably made wooden furniture. Kellen sighed with relief as he was able to finally take off his pack and boots.

"I don't understand why you're so nervous around these people"
 
Lorelle was relieved when Kellen took over the talking. She for the most part faded into Oblivion (har har har) and let them do their talking. She had read of exchanges like this. Bartenders and innkeepers were great sources of local knowledge, it was fascinating to see in public. When Kellen asked about work however she looked surprised. She watched Kellen closely as he spoke, paid the man, and when he got up to follow she raised quickly to do so, but not without grabbing the two glasses of mead off the table.

When they got to the large room she set the mead on the table and her bag down on the floor with great relief. Her back was starting to hurt, probably from her books, but she would not tell Kellen that. She was stubborn when she wanted to be.

"Work? Should you not be chasing your mage-thief? Surely you aren't considering joining the legion?" She seemed extremely concerned about him putting himself in any danger.

His question made her shrug but she did not entertain an answer and sat on the bed.
 
"This is how you lie well. The best lies have a seed of truth; one that someone wants to believe, and seem plausible. I look like a mercenary, and you have a gift. If we tell them a story that fits all the things they see, then they'll not start to look for more exotic answers."

And with that he leant forward and hooked two fingers into her top, and tugged it down, exposing one of her breasts.

"You still haven't asked me why you favour dresses cut like this; I can only assume you like me being able to do this..."

And again, he happily violated her personal space, lowering his mouth to suckle on her tit.
 
She rolled his words around in her mind, crossing one of her knees over the other and straightening her dress. She supposed that made sense. She just wasn't good at thinking in the moment. Perhaps it was just that she was too honest of a person... or perhaps she just needed practice. Her world had been very small up until recently after all.

She gasped when he pulled the top of her dress down, one breast slipping out into the warm inn air. "Kellen!" As he leaned forward and began to suck her hand met his face with perhaps more force than she had intended. A sharp 'smack!' sounded through the air, and she gasped.

"I'm sorry!" Her eyes went wide as she apologized for the incident, she was a little high strung and his advance had been... well. A surprise.
 
He lifted his head up from her chest with an odd look on his face; a mixture of delight and arousal that was rapidly turning into an almost feral grin. He got up from where he'd been on the edge of the bed and took hold of her legs and yanked her hard towards him.

"Oh, I'm not sorry at all" he said in a low, almost dangerous voice.

He started to pull her dress up with one hand, and using the other to unbuckle his own belt.
 
When she saw the look crossing his face she knew she was approaching a dangerous level. She was reminded of that night in her house, where the beast took hold of his mind and his senses. She held her breath, letting him yank her towards him without much fight. Fight often triggered the prey drive in such beasts, Kellen was no different. She was concerned that's what was happening here.

She gulped at his words and remained where he had pulled her. "Kellen..." She spoke his name quietly, calmly. She could not be certain which Kellen she was talking to but she feared the worst. "Please be mindful of where we are... and how many people are in here with us.."

Other than soft, slow words she made no move to fight him. Her main concern was which Kellen she was talking to, and if it would become an issue. She did not want to get run out of Solitude quite yet. She would like to see the rest of it first at least.
 
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