Come on then. Let's see what you can do."
I don't hesitate, bursting into motion a moment later. Its too bad that Vilkas wasn't part of the Giant Encounter, because this would be even funnier, seeing what he thought to be a mage just sprint at him at a charging pace, and come in with a perfectly executed set of sword strikes that knock him back and off balance. But alas, he's only just met me. Aela though…
Her shout of surprise and alarm as I not only demolish Vilkas' defenses in three blows, but then knock him off his feet completely with the fourth blow and the Into the Dust Perk, makes me grin as I look over at her and give her a wink. She looks half-ready to attack me, her bow already drawn and ready to fire in the midst of her and Svanna's challenge, but the lithe Dragonborn steps in between us, a stormy glare on her cute young face that stymies Aela for a second.
And a second is really all I need, to turn back to Vilkas and offer the downed warrior a hand. Its honestly exhilarating, knowing this man is a werewolf and that I still took him out in four easy blows. Of course, I was holding back. I could have cut into his armor and even his body as soon as I'd knocked his shield out of the way, but I wasn't trying to kill him, just beat him. And I'd done that last bit, that much was for certain.
As Vilkas takes my hand and lets me help him to his feet, his face twists into multiple different emotions at once. There's surprise and a reluctantly impressed spark in his eyes, but also anger. He's definitely not used to being beaten so easily. He glares at me in suspicion, seeming to take me in, and I wait for the accusation. However, it doesn't quite come in the form I'm expecting. Indeed, rather than accusing me of cheating with magic, he shakes himself after a moment and apparently comes to another conclusion.
"You were hiding your true skills. Hmph, for not even Kodlak to realize what sort of warrior you are… tch, well met, I suppose. Still, there's no point in me testing you when you have skills like that."
"Vilkas, what are you saying?"
Aela's demand comes from off to the side, as she and Svanna make their way over. I glance over at their targets and honestly… its way too close to call, at least for me. Though Svanna doesn't seem happy, so maybe she feels like she lost? Either way, she'd definitely made some really good shots near the center of the bullseye. But then, so had Aela.
Looking at his fellow werewolf, Vilkas just shrugs.
"The Mer is fast… incredibly fast. I was caught off guard, but that doesn't change the fact that he took me off my feet in one exchange. Embarrassing, to say the least."
Aela frowns, narrowing her eyes and looking over at me. Is that a quiet growl I hear in the back of her throat? Giving her a benign smile does the trick. She tenses up and then sneers, before marching over to the weapons rack.
"You and me, right now Altmer."
As she grabs up a pair of swords of her own, I incline my head to the side.
"Sure… though I do have a name. Vayral. If we're going to be comrades, please use it."
Scoffing, Aela swings her blades a few times, testing them as she comes back around to face me.
"If we are to be comrades or not remains to be seen."
Vilkas, despite being hot-tempered from my memories of the game, actually groans at Aela's words.
"Aela…"
But she just ignores him, choosing to face off with me instead. I lift my own blades, ready and willing to show her what I can really do.
"Fight to Surrender, then?"
Aela bares her teeth in a snarl of a grin.
"Fine by me."
Good, I wouldn't have wanted it to be something like first blood or first three hits or anything like that. As Aela moves in, I do the same… and we begin fighting. There's something to be said about all my perks, and my One Hundred One-Handed Skill. Even my Thalmor half is a little astounded by how GOOD I am with the blades in my hands all of the sudden.
Aela is good too, don't get me wrong… but she's not broken Gamer bullshit good. I find myself blocking some of her strikes on my blades, turning her own blades away as we dance around one another. Unable to help myself, I try for a humiliating first hit, turning my blade so its on its flat at the last second. Unfortunately, the slight turn slows me down enough that Aela manages to block the strike right before the flat of the blade can impact with her buttocks.
We both stop for a moment, straining against one another's strength as her eyes widen. Its obvious she could tell what I was about to do. I just flash her another smile, but this one is NOT benign or nice. It's a grin, and a wicked one at that.
Nostrils flaring, Aela the Huntress whirls away from me, only to come right back in, using her momentum to fight with all of her ferocity. She might not be a werewolf currently, but I'm pretty sure werewolves get some kind of enhancements in their normal forms, because she's definitely fast… very fast.
And yet, I'm still faster. And I'm getting faster the longer the fight goes on. Thanks to the Man O'War perk in the Ordinator One-Armed Tree, I gain one percent extra attack speed for twenty seconds with every single attack. The effect definitely stacks, as I get faster and faster and faster. The next time I go for that strike to Aela's buttocks, she can't stop me, even though she sees it coming.
SMACK!
The sharp cry that spills from Aela's lips as she stumbles forward and falls to a knee is like music to my ears, and a glance over lets me know that Svanna is grinning from ear to ear, the young Dragonborn showing more emotion and excitement then almost any moment before now… save for when I was buried inside of her to the hilt.
She licks her lips when she sees me looking her way. Meanwhile, Vilkas is frowning, but also not stopping anything.
Aela, for her part, whips back around, getting to her feet with a snarl as she growls much deeper this time.
"Aela!"
Vilkas' barked warning reminds me that the woman in front of me, sexy as fuck as she is and definitely deserving of a humbling… is still a man-eating werewolf. Hm, it wouldn't do to piss her off SO much that she suddenly transformed. So, backing up a bit, I lift my blades as I retake my combat stance.
"Shall we continue, Huntress?"
Nostrils flaring, Aela just nods, glaring daggers at me as she comes in again. As our fight is rejoined and my speed begins to overwhelm her once more, I don't go for another love tap to her delectable, no doubt incredibly firm ass. Instead… I just beat her. Soundly. Small cuts along her limbs to let her know I could have taken them off entirely if I truly wanted to. A few locks of hair cut from her head, to show her she really couldn't protect even her neck from my blades, if I chose to sink them into her.
Finally, I kick her in the back of her knee, sending her to the ground once more… and crossing my blades along her neck, forcing her chin up and making her go absolutely still.
"My win, I'd say."
"Aye. His win."
Aela scowls at Vilkas' verdict, but her eyes dip down, making it clear she knows we're both right. Grinning now, I pull my blades back and sheathe them, offering her my hand just as I did with Vilkas. Of course, I'm not remotely surprised when she knocks my hand away and gets up under her own power, stomping back into the Mead Hall without a single backwards glance.
Its awkward for a moment, with just me, Svanna, and Vilkas left out in the yard. Looking after his departed comrade, Vilkas' nostrils flare for a moment before he sighs.
"… Take my sword to Eorlund Gray-Mane at the Skyforge. He'll know what to do."
Its clear from the way Vilkas stares at me as he hands me his sword that he fully expects me to raise a fuss. When I don't, I know I surprise him… and Svanna too. But hey, this is exactly what I expect to happen. As if reacting to my outrage anyways, despite the complete lack of it, Vilkas goes on to explain.
"If you are to be a Companion, you must show you can follow the orders of your superiors no matter how capable you are."
Smiling, I just nod my head amicably.
"Of course, sir."
I don't mean one iota of it, but as previously mentioned, I am an exceptional liar. Vilkas just stares at me blankly for a moment, before deciding to give me one last piece of advice."
"… Aela is of The Circle. You would do well to avoid antagonizing her going forward."
And then he too walks back into Jorrvaskr, leaving me and Svanna alone. Grinning at the lithe Dragonborn, I nod my head towards the direction of the Skyforge.
"Shall we?"
We barely get away from the Companion's Mead Hall and out of sight before Svanna jumps me, pushing me up against a wall with the impact of her body against mine as she kisses me heatedly and clings to me like a spider monkey. Chuckling into the horny little dragon's lips, I carefully set Vilkas' sword aside against the wall, and occupy my hands with something far more important… my lustful Dragonborn Accomplice's shapely ass.
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A/N: What's your guys' opinion on how much time should be wasted on the Companions? Should he stick around long enough to take over and make them all his bitches, or just get around to putting Aela in her place before moving on? I'm of two minds on the subject, so looking for some feedback.
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Yeah I'm still heavily leaning towards not finishing out the Companions' Questline right now. Thinking next chapter will be Aela sex and then we start moving the story towards advancing the main quest to dragons spawning, and then leaving Whiterun. Maybe we come back to the Companions before the end of the fic, maybe we don't, but truth be told outside of Aela, they not only don't hold my the writer's interest, but they also have nothing to them to hold the SI or the Dragonborn's interest imo.
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As Aela storms into Jorrvaskr, those Companions currently in the Mead Hall almost immediately realize they need to give her a wide berth. Njada Stonearm even has her mouth open, likely to ask Aela for a spar after she handed Athis his ass just a bit ago, but the moment she sees the look on Aela's face, her jaw clicks shut, and she stays well out of the Huntress' way.
Much of the Circle had… tempers, to be sure, of varying degrees of severity. It came part and parcel with being werewolves. It didn't matter how even-tempered they were before; it didn't matter how reasonable they were. The wolf inside constantly fought to be let out, and even for someone like Aela, who was more in tune with her inner beast, it was a constant battle. It was simply one that she enjoyed… normally.
But, so rarely was she as conflicted as she was right now. Her thoughts, feelings, and emotions were a fucking mess, and she knew it. Anger might be the most prevalent and public emotion she was currently showcasing, but in truth, it was nothing more than a façade for the inner tumult and confusion she was experiencing.
Indeed, the Companions inside of Jorrvaskr might have expected her to plow right on through to the other side of the Mead Hall, exiting through the front and leaving the city with all haste. It was something that happened every so often among the Circle. When your temper was this frayed, it was usually easier to just get away from the city and let the beast free to roam the wilds.
Of course, Kodlak heavily discouraged that behavior, just as he hated it when she and Skjor went on their nightly hunts in beast form. Aela was well aware that there were rumors about them because of those hunts, but she hated being cooped up for too long.
Which is why those giving her a wide berth and watching her cautiously were no doubt incredibly surprised when, instead of making to leave the Mead Hall so she could get out of the city altogether, Aela made her way downstairs to beneath Jorrvaskr. Stomping to her room, she all but slams the door shut behind her… and hastily tears her clothing off of her shapely, chiseled form.
Before she even reaches her bed, her hands are on herself. She pinches a nipple and gives it a good hard twist, and does the same with her clit, gasping and falling face first into her furs, burying her face in her pillow as she SHRIEKS in a mixture of rage and utter disbelief.
It was all that fucking Altmer's fault. How dare he… how DARE HE?! She… she'd thought she had his measure outside of Whiterun, after his little friend had taken down that Giant. A traveling mage, he'd introduced himself as. Pah! The fucking audacity to lie to a Companion… and then get away with it! Not only was he clearly much more than just a traveling mage, but he'd also hidden his skills until he could use them to put both her and Vilkas in the ground! Them, two of the Companions' strongest, two of the Circle even! And he'd treated them like nothing. He'd treated HER like… like a disobedient child!
Shoving three fingers up her cunt, a low rumbling growl leaves Aela's throat as she keeps her face buried in the furs atop her bed, but raises her hips into the air, humping at her hand and gasping and growling and moaning all the while.
Fuck… fuck, fuck, FUCK! He'd known what he was doing from the moment they'd first met. He'd used her own preconceptions against her. At first, Aela had been interested in the girl. And to be fair, she still very much was. The girl, an Archer, was very good with the bow… potentially better than Aela herself. But then, to be fair, the Huntress was not one to stick with just one weapon. She trained with both melee and ranged weaponry, and preferred to be expert at both, rather than master of one. She liked the flexibility.
The girl, Svanna… she reminded Aela of herself, in a way. She'd seen glimmers of her own beginnings in the younger Nord, to say nothing of their physical identities. Seeing that Altmer alongside her, professing to be a mage… yes, Aela had let her prejudices get the better of her. Yes, she had wanted to see them separated, to see Svanna join the Companions and leave her companion and his dishonorable magics behind.
What had happened instead… Aela shivers as she feels the phantom sting of the flat of the Altmer's blade on her buttocks, even now. Not only had he utterly demolished her, but he'd spanked her like a disobedient child too. She should have been furious. She WAS furious. Only, from the moment she'd seen him walk into Jorrvaskr in that armor, from the moment she'd watched him take down Vilkas, and then experienced his skill and speed with his blades firsthand, Aela had also been experiencing something else.
Immense arousal.
It was the Nord woman's first time being turned on by a Mer. She'd never lain with a Mer before now and she… she still didn't intend to! Except, what if she tried him out? What if she took him for a spin? Was Svanna already tapping that? Was that why the lithe Nord girl wasn't willing to leave his side? Were they fucking?
A flush spreads across Aela's face as she lets out a strangled, frustrated cry into the bed beneath her, her sex getting sloppier and messier by the moment under the efforts of her fingers and the images in her head of Vayral and Svanna going at it. She could picture it in her mind's eye, and while it had no business being so arousing, there was no denying that she was getting off on it. She-
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Aela freezes, as someone bangs on her door. She would have immediately responded, probably with something like 'Who dares?!' but truth be told, she doesn't trust herself to speak. Not immediately. Instead, she just freezes up… and a moment later, Vilkas' voice sounds out through the wood.
"Aela. You alright? I sent the initiates off to the Skyforge with my sword as one last little test. They likely won't be back for some time, you know how Eorlund gets."
Forcing her panting down, Aela squirms for a moment before finally speaking. Even then, her voice sounds a tad too husky for her liking.
"I'm… I'm fine. Just… frustrated."
"… Right. We can probably find some reason to kick em out, if you like. A good warrior doesn't make a good Companion, after all. There was that woman, Uthgerd, for example. We can find a reason to dismiss em. Something like they were disrespectful, or something."
While a part of Aela is touched that Vilkas is willing to go so far for her, she doesn't actually want that. As baffling as it is, as much as he infuriates her, the thought of not having that Altmer around… it makes her feel like she'd be losing something. Like she'd be failing a test, or losing a competition, or whatever. It doesn't make sense, but there it is all the same.
More than that…
She lets out a bark of laughter and shakes her head, finally coming up out of her downright humiliating position and kneeling there in the middle of her bed as she addresses Vilkas' words.
"Disrespectful of what? We're the Companions, Vilkas. We have no leaders. Even Kodlak knows better than to tell us what to do."
"Eh, sure. But there are Companions and then there are Initiates, and those two are still the latter. And on top of that… there's the Circle. Say the word, Aela. We'll find a way to make it happen."
Pausing for a moment longer, Aela finds herself shaking her head, though Vilkas can't see it.
"… No, Vilkas. They're both strong additions to our ranks. I won't… I won't let my own prejudices weaken us."
"… Alright then, if that's what you want. You want me to send Skjor your way when I see him?"
Aela stiffens and her nostrils flare as her anger, which had been simmering down, returns in full force. While it wasn't something she liked advertised, there was some minor truth to the rumors of her and Skjor getting… together. They weren't mates or anything like that, they didn't care to put any labels on anything they did together.
But the fact of the matter was, it felt like they were the only two members of the Circle who DIDN'T regret becoming werewolves, these days. And sometimes, when the wolf within got too belligerent… rough and bestial sex with a male like Skjor helped to calm it just as much as any hunt would have. Still…
For a moment, given just how horny she's feeling, Aela is almost tempted to take Vilkas up on his offer. She feels like she's in fucking heat, for all that that doesn't actually happen with werewolves and has never happened before. Only… as she finds herself instinctively imagining her and Skjor together, joined in a passionate embrace as they have been before… Skjor is replaced in her mind's eye with that damn Altmer, and somehow, Aela knows that the Nord isn't going to be able to satisfy her this time.
"… No, Vilkas. I'm fine."
When Vilkas' voice drifts through her door a moment later, its clear that even he doesn't quite believe that.
"Right. Sure… I'll leave you to it then."
Aela flushes at that, realizing why he'd asked about Skjor in the first place. Her best efforts at muffling her voice hadn't worked, it would seem. She'd been… heard venting her 'frustrations'.
As the sound of Vilkas walking away reaches Aela's ears, she grits her teeth and then throws herself back onto her bed, bringing a hand to her forehead. She needed… she wasn't sure what she needed, to be honest. That was the fucking problem. She couldn't decide what she needed or wanted. She couldn't decide what she was going to do next.
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After our quickie, Svanna and I make our way up to the Skyforge where Eorlund Grey-Mane awaits us. Not that the aged blacksmith even knows we're coming. As we arrive, he turns and raises a single brow, until I smile and hold up Vilkas' sword.
"Vilkas sent us. Said you would know what to do."
"Ah, Initiates. Yes, give it here then."
I raise an eyebrow at that, even as I hand the sword over and we watch Eorlund begin working it at the grindstone. This right here is the best Blacksmith in all of Skyrim… well, he was until I came along. Skyforge Steel is nice and all, but it's nothing compared to what I'll be able to make with more esoteric materials. And with the Ordinator Perk System, I can make even better shit with Blacksmithing, before Enchanting it with Enchanting.
That said, after a beat of silence as neither Svanna nor I say a word, Eorlund apparently decides to fill it.
"Don't worry too much about the busy work. All the Companions start out somewhere. And don't always just do what you're told either. Nobody rules anybody in the Companions."
Chuckling, I shrug my shoulders.
"That seems like a recipe for disaster, don't you think? Someone should always be in charge. After all, imagine if there wasn't a Jarl. What sort of state would Whiterun be in then?"
Eorlund hums, still working away at the sword as he shrugs right back at me.
"Well, I'm not sure how they've managed it, but they have. No leaders since the time of Ysgramor. Kodlak is the Harbinger of course, but he's just an advisor. Every man and woman are their own."
Right. That did make Vilkas' words seem more like hazing than I'd initially realized. It was good to know. Also, I should probably ask the obvious, since while I had a whole bunch of metaknowledge, Svanna didn't actually know who we were even talking to.
"And you are?"
"The name's Eorlund Gray-Mane. I work the Skyforge. Produces the best steel in all of Skyrim, heh, in all of Tamriel. Not actually a Companion myself, mind you, but none of them know how to work a forge properly. I'm honored to serve them."
As he finishes with Vilkas' sword and comes away from the grindstone, I make a decision right then and there and cast my most powerful Charm Spell to date on the aging Blacksmith.
"Well, now you'll be honored to serve me."
As the magic washes over Eorlund, Svanna jolts at my side, looking wide-eyed for a moment before relaxing again. I just give her a grin.
"Not to worry. I have nothing… sexual planned with this old man or any other for that matter. But we would be a fool not to 'make' allies of the more capable people we run into; don't you think?"
As Eorlund stands there, swaying unsteadily back and forth, currently in something of a quasi-trance, Svanna looks at him and slowly nods.
"He'll help us out then?"
"Once I'm done with him, yep."
Its so very nice of them to leave the Skyforge relatively unguarded. Just us and Eorlund up here, despite this being the place where all of their steel is forged, despite the Underforge being just below it. Chuckling, I step up and finish working my magic on Eorlund, happily leaning on my Illusion Perks to really bring it home. Mm, if I'd waited until he was asleep, I could have utilized the Dream Perks from Ordinator, but truth be told, with the Charm Magic I'd apparently picked up from my Thalmor background that didn't even exist in the Skyrim video game, I didn't NEED to rely on those Dream Perks.
Instead, I raise Eorlund's disposition with me as high as I possibly can, and when he comes out of the Charm, he looks at me like one might look at an old friend.
"You'll do well with the Companions, I'm sure. And if you or your friend ever need anything of me, you need only ask. Though… if you don't mind, I have a favor to ask of you, my friend."
Chuckling, I take Vilkas' sword back from Eorlund and incline my head, already knowing from the game what this is about.
"But of course, friend. What can I do for you?"
"My wife is in mourning, and I need to get back to her soon. I have a shield I've been working on for Aela the Huntress. I'd be much obliged if you could take it to her for me."
As I take the shield he's offering me as well, my smile becomes positively wicked and a glance at Svanna shows she's now VERY interested in what's happening.
"But of course. We would be glad to take this to our new shield-sister, wouldn't we Svanna?"
"… Yes."
With Eorlund properly charmed to see me as his best friend in the whole wide world, Svanna and I depart from the Skyforge. I still don't really know if we're going to stick around and truly get stuck into all that the Companions have to offer us… or really how much more they have to offer us than Aela herself. But at the very least, access to the Skyforge when I become an Uber Blacksmith in my own right and want to make the strongest possible equipment for myself and Svanna, will be very important.
In the meantime, the two of us head back to Jorrvaskr just as the sun is setting. As we make our way into the Mead Hall, it isn't hard to locate Vilkas and get him back his sword. He doesn't seem to have much to say to us, not even so much as a 'Thank you' beyond a single grunt. I consider asking him where Aela can be found, but it seems more fun to seek her out ourselves… especially since I know from the game exactly which room is her room.
And so, with Svanna on my heels, I lead the way to the Huntress' Chambers, and knock on the door. After a moment, a voice rings out from inside, clipped and sounding decidedly irritated.
"Yes? What is it?"
Grinning at Svanna, expecting to make Aela quite a bit MORE irritated with my presence in a moment, I can't help but speak with a note of smugness to my voice when I answer her.
"Its Vayral and Svanna. We were sent by Eorlund to deliver a shield you had him working on."
I'm half-expecting her to tell me to just leave it outside the door and go away. If she does, I'll get to ask her if she could, as a senior member of the Companions of course, show Svanna and I where we might be allowed to rest our weary selves. It'll force her to interact with us further, I figure. But… that's not what happens. Instead, after another moment of silence, Aela speaks up sounding almost… subdued.
"… Come in."
I glance to Svanna, who just shrugs. Together, we enter the room to find Aela the Huntress awaiting us… completely and utterly naked.
"Shut the door behind you."
Calmly, I do so, even as I drink in the sight of her beautiful but also very athletic and toned body, fully on display before me. Her chin is jutting out defiantly, but her rock hard nipples and glistening wet sex make it clear what she wants and why she called us in here. Her eyes flicker from me to Svanna, as if waiting for one of us to make a move.
Honestly, even I'm a little surprised when Svanna abruptly stomps forward and before Aela can react, grabs the other Nord woman by the nipples and yanks with all her strength, drawing a sharp yelp from the Huntress as she's brought crashing down to her knees.
Honestly, Aela is old enough to be Svanna's big sister… they even look similar enough for it too. Which is why it's all the more amusing, watching Svanna drive Aela down to the ground like that, watching Aela wince as her knees hit the packed earth beneath her with a bit more speed then she clearly would have preferred.
Glaring daggers, Svanna towers over Aela, still holding her pinched nipples in each hand.
"Apologize. Apologize to Vayral for your words."
I raise an eyebrow, as Aela gasps and squirms in Svanna's grasp, still recovering her equilibrium. I had yet to use a single ounce of Charm Magic on the Huntress… so whatever happened next would be Aela's decision. Was Svanna reaching too far, too fast? Or would Aela recognize the power before her, that of a Dragonborn and her overpowered Gamer Friend, and submit?
Stepping forward, a grin on my face, I had to admit… I couldn't wait to find out.
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A/N: Hehe, the artwork for the Dragonborn really does make her look like Aela's younger sister. And imagining her just tugging Aela down to her knees by her nips... I dunno, dat's hawt to me 
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If I could start this fic again, I would probably give the SI a slight handicap. Remove the Charm Magic from Oblivion, start the story off with Ordinator always there, and make him work towards the Dream Charm Perks before he can do any of those shenanigans.
But eh, too late for that. And people seem to be enjoying the fic so far anyways, so its whatever.
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While it takes Aela a moment to properly recover from her surprise, once she does, she doesn't speak. Nor does she fight back, however. If she had made any move to resist, or to struggle to her feet, or to shout, I wouldn't have hesitated to use Charm on her and bring her fully under my control. But in this moment, Aela the Huntress does the only thing I'm not expecting.
She stays petulantly silent, on her knees before Svanna and me, and doesn't say a word… nor try to stop Svanna from pinching and pulling at her nipples. As the silence drags on, as seconds pass by, I come up to stand beside the Dragonborn and see the realization in the young Nord's face that Aela isn't going to just obey her.
Svanna shoots me a look, and I grin at the expectation that I'll just take care of any resistance. Already, the Dragonborn is completely inured to my use of Mind Control on those around us. Fuck, she even liked it when I used Charm on HER in the middle of sex. Truly, I was the luckiest man alive to have such a naughty little minx at my side.
Still, in this instance… I found myself reluctant to Charm Aela into obedience. After all, she wasn't fighting us. She just wasn't submitting the way Svanna wanted her to. Hm, perhaps there was still a way we could have fun with this. Reaching down, I loosen the straps on my armor and free my cock from its confines a moment later.
"Not to worry, Svanna. Words are hard for bitches like Aela here. Perhaps she'd prefer to show her apology via her actions instead."
My golden-skinned cock comes flopping down onto the kneeling Nord's face, and from around my girth I get to watch Aela's eyes widen in surprise and outrage at my audacity… even as her nostrils flair and her tongue, completely of its own will, traces out to lick at my cock for a second.
Chuckling, I reach out and slide my fingers through Aela's hair, palming the top of her skull and trying something a little new. I'm pushing Charm Magic directly into her scalp, just the smallest spark of it… not to make her fall desperately in love with me, not to make her fall into a trance and obey my every order… but in an attempt to make her associate my hand atop her head with feeling good.
I watch Aela the Huntress jolt a bit at the positive feedback she gets from having my hand pat her head, and I smirk as I begin to smear my precum across her face.
"If nothing else… she'll show that she knows how to submit to someone who's stronger than her."
That, ultimately, seems to do the trick. Aela still glares up at me, but she wouldn't have been standing there naked in her quarters waiting for us to enter if she didn't want this. And so, knowing she has to give somewhere, and admittedly likely very turned on by my earlier defeat of her if her actions now were any indication, the red haired Nord opens her mouth and finally takes me past her lips.
I enjoy sliding my cock into the willing woman's waiting maw. Sure, she's a werewolf, and that's perhaps a little scary… but it's also exhilarating. I COULD control her, make sure Aela couldn't hurt me or Svanna, and the two of us could have our way with the she-bitch… but it wouldn't really BE here. In this case, if Svanna wanted revenge on Aela… then Aela had to keep her mental faculties.
Seeming to realize this, the lithe Dragonborn turns and steps behind Aela, facing me as she looks at me over the kneeling Huntress' head. I give her a grin and lean forward to kiss her, something she happily reciprocates as she brings her hand down atop mine, her fingers splaying over my fingers through Aela's hair.
"GLUUUUGHK!"
All of the sudden, Svanna is pushing Aela forward, forcing her into my crotch with both her hand and her own body against Aela's neck and back. The Huntress, trapped between an Altmer and a Dragonborn, can do nothing but choke on my dick until I pull back and give her some room to breathe. But only a little, before we go ahead and do it again and again and again.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
Hearing Aela the Huntress choking and gagging on my cock is music to my ears and judging by the way Svanna is panting into my mouth and using her other hand to finger herself, its music to hers as well. Both of us are greatly enjoying each other AND the kneeling werewolf between our bodies. There's something MOST gratifying, about making Aela submit without actually using Charm Magic.
Not that I'm completely foregoing Charm Magic. I'm still using it in those small, miniscule amounts as I run my fingers along Aela's scalp, attempting an experiment to see if I can condition her to enjoy my head pats. Am I a complete degenerate? Yes, yes, I am. Oh, and the Thalmor half of me doesn't understand the appeal at all either, not in the way the human side of me means. But… at the very least, the Thalmor in me can enjoy the subjugation of a filthy Nord bitch, especially if she IS a werewolf like my human memories all but assure.
With a low groan, I don't bother giving Aela any warning before I cum. The Alpha needs not concern himself with the feelings of his bitches, or something like that. Honestly, I'm mostly doing it just to make Svanna happy. And she is happy, the Dragonborn disengaging from our lip lock to lean back and watch as Aela chokes on my seed, my cum ultimately exploding out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth as she spasms and bucks wildly between us.
I let go of her then, not wanting her to feel like her life is truly in danger. If I'd just Charmed her entirely, it wouldn't have mattered, but as it is, we don't want her going werewolf on us and tearing us to pieces, now do we?
In the end, she's left kneeling, hacking up cum as she doubles over, looking quite… put-upon. But this isn't enough for Svanna. She wants more, and before Aela has had much time at all to recover, Svanna is yanking the Huntress' head back so she can look down at her from above.
"Bed. Now. Unless you don't want Vayral's cock inside of your hungering twat, you dumb bitch."
Aela's eyes narrow, and her nostrils flare.
"You didn't do nearly well enough in our Archery Contest to speak to me this way, little one."
The Dragon Soul the lithe little Nord carries doesn't like THAT challenge one bit, and Svanna's own nostrils flare, before I step in with a grin.
"She speaks for me, Huntress. So, if you DO want this cock inside of you… you WILL obey."
There's a chance Aela will choose now to try and end this. The downside of not going heavy with the Charm Magic. But no… no, she glances to my cock with a hunger that can only be a result of a mixture of my auras and my skilled showing earlier in the training yard. I'd handed her her ass on a silver platter, and while that had pissed the Nord woman off something fierce, it had also spoken to her inner primal instincts.
Letting out a lust-filled growl, Aela jerks her head from Svanna's grip.
"F-Fine."
Getting to her feet before Svanna can stop her, she stumbles over to her bed and climbs up on it. Am I surprised she instinctively takes the position of a bitch in heat, begging to be mounted? As she lowers herself into a downward doggy pose, her hips high in the air and her face in the furs, with one hand coming up under herself to spread her pussy lips apart with her fingers, I give Svanna a grin and a wink before nodding for her to go to Aela's head.
While Aela is focused solely on me approaching her from behind with my cock swinging back and forth, rock hard and ready for another round, Svanna puts that quietness of hers to work and gets on the other side of the Huntress. Then, right as I sink into Aela from behind and the Nord woman tosses her head back, letting out a guttural moan, Svanna is there, grabbing Aela by her hair and positively shoving her into her crotch.
The muffled squeals from the Huntress as we spit-roast her between us are… well, I hate sounding like a broken record, but they're once again music to my ears. A melody I might never get tired of, in fact. Aela might not be wearing a collar just yet, but right now she's our pet, our fuck toy, and completely at our mercy.
Needless to say, I greatly enjoy railing her from behind, and Svanna is clearly getting off on her tongue in the Dragonborn's cunt… but we probably ARE getting a bit loud. And so, I cast Silence Magic not on us, but on the sides of the room. I'm able to get all four walls without hitting us on the bed, meaning that we still hear everything, but no one else should hear anything.
As I groan loudly, letting myself fully express my enjoyment of Aela's tight body, Svanna's eyes snap to me sharply… and then she must have realized what I've done, because she too lets her voice go. Aela, for her part, was already not bothering to be quiet, but instead being quite muffled by Svanna's cunt humping away at her face.
Keeping her between us, we fuck Aela the Huntress for a good, long while. I don't hesitate to cum inside of her. Honestly, the thought of knocking the bitch up fills me with glee the more I think about it. At one point, we turn her over onto her back so Svanna can sit properly on her face and the two of us can lean forward and make out atop her body. As I hold her by her thighs and plunge into Aela again and again, Svanna grabs her by her tits, squeezing them roughly, harshly.
By the time we're through with her, Aela the Huntress is barely conscious, and willingly eating out Svanna's quim as the Dragonborn lounges back on the bed, a satisfied, satiated, heavily lidded expression on her face. She's not sleeping, but Aela certainly will need to soon. And in fact, I want her to be asleep soon. I'm eager to use one of my perks on her that I have yet to play around with.
"Let her sleep, Svanna. There's something I want to try."
Frowning, Svanna shrugs and nods, letting go of the Huntress' hair and pushing her away from her. Within moments, Aela is lightly snoring. Leaning forward, I get the option to 'Dream Charm' her once she's properly asleep… and so I do. As the Dream Charm Perk of the Ordinator Illusion Tree stated, you projected yourself into a victim's dream, improving their disposition towards you.
To my mild surprise, the effect is almost immediate. Aela goes from a conflicted expression on her sleeping, dreaming face, to an almost soft, peaceful smile. Grinning wickedly, I give her a head pat and chuckle softly in amusement when she instinctively rubs her thighs together in response.
Looking to Svanna, I shrug.
"What do you think about taking her with us, when we move on from this place? She'll almost certainly come if we ask."
Svanna looks conflicted for a moment, so I sweeten the pot by leaning forward and whispering to her.
"Don't you think she'd look quite lovely on her hands and knees, wearing a collar and leash as we walk her down the road?"
Eyes widening at the idea, the Dragonborn licks her lips… and then kisses me quite soundly on the lips. I grin and lean into the kiss for a moment before pulling back.
"I'll take that as a yes. For now… stay here with her. If she wakes up, keep her so busy she won't ask where I am, alright? There's something I need to do to make sure we're ready to move on. Something I want to check on."
"… Where are you going?"
Placing a hand on her cheek, I smile.
"I'll be at Arcadia's Cauldron. If anything happens that you can't handle, come get me, okay?"
"… Okay."
And with that, I get dressed and slip out of Aela's rooms. No one sees me thanks to my stealth, though I have to admit that I'm VERY tempted to just brazenly walk out of her room and out of Jorrvaskr for as many people who are still awake to notice as possible. But no, it would be best if both Aela and Svanna could act as my alibi, if need be.
Slipping out of the Mead Hall, still in Stealth Mode, I head along the back pathways over to Arcadia's Cauldron. I'd done some trading here and there since arriving in Skyrim. With my abilities, buying a handful of Arcadia's ingredients and turning them into potions that she would sell her firstborn for had been easy. Seeing how the aging woman didn't HAVE a firstborn, I'd settled for her gold, which I'd then turned into more money with my other skills.
The end result was that I already had two of the key components for what I needed to do next. I had the ingredients for a handful of Fortify Restoration and Fortify Enchanting Potions. What I did not have, was something with the Fortify Alchemy enchant on it. It wasn't easy to find something like that, at least in the video game version of Skyrim.
But who was to say that was the case in this version of Skyrim? If I was going to find something with the Fortify Alchemy enchant on it in Whiterun of all places, there was really only one place I could hope to, wasn't there?
And I sneak my way over to Arcadia's Cauldron and pick the lock to get in. And then, I creep upstairs to where the Alchemist is asleep in her bed… and much like I did with Aela, I activate Dream Charm on her. Arcadia shifts in her sleep, developing a broad smile of her own across her face as her dreams undoubtedly turn to thoughts of me.
And then I do it again, to further increase her disposition to me. I do it a few more times after that, just to be safe, before I finally reach out and physically jostle her awake. Her eyes open slowly, and her brow furrows in confusion at first… before she realizes its me, and she's all smiles again.
"Oh. Hello."
Giving into the temptation, I lean forward and give her a long, tongue-filled kiss that she happily returns. However, while I'm sure she'd also be happy to fuck me, I don't want that right now. I want something else. And so, pulling back, I look Arcadia in the eye.
"Sweetheart… tell me honestly now. Do you have something that helps your Alchemy out? An item that increases your proficiency, to help you make such amazing potions?"
I know I'm onto something when Arcadia immediately tenses up, her brow furrowing as she bites her lower lip. Ah, quite the capitalist, this woman. But… my Dream Charms are even more powerful than my Charm Magic. This will not fade away. Arcadia will never see me as anything more than her closest ally for the rest of her days. And in the end… it's enough to tip her over the edge as she lets out a shuddering breath.
"… Yes."
The language of the perk Dream Charm specifically states that a High Disposition can earn you quests, discounts, and gifts. And so, I put on my best smile as I brush my knuckles across the Alchemist's face.
"Let me borrow it for a day, would you? I only need it for a short while. And then I'll bring it right back to you… I swear it."
Once again, it's a testament to how important her business is to this woman that she hesitates even now, even under the effects of my power. Though, to be fair, her business is all Arcadia has. I'm telling the truth though. With a certain perk in the Enchanting Tree, I don't have to destroy her item to learn the Enchant. I just need it and an Enchanting Table, and all will be well.
"… Alright."
Carefully, Arcadia gets up and moves over to the wall, where she pulls aside a hidden board. I can't help but raise my brow, though I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. She didn't have anything like this in the game as far as I knew. Honestly, this was a Hail Mary play to try and get what I needed. Still, when she pulls out the set of bracers and hands them to me, I can't help the grin that spreads across my face as I read their Enchant. Created Potions are Fifteen Percent more powerful. It is… all I need.
"Thank you, my dear. You have no idea how much you've helped me tonight."
"J-Just bring them back, okay?"
"Don't worry, I will."
The Thalmor in me didn't see the point in doing so, but the human in me wasn't a complete jackass. Once I was done, I wouldn't NEED Arcadia's shitty bracers anymore. The least I could do was stop by on my way out of town to give them back to her.
But first, I needed access to an Enchanting Table, and while I could have snuck into the Jarl's Palace this very night to try and get it all done… why sneak when you can get permission directly from the man itself?
As I make my way back to Svanna and Aela in Jorrvaskr, I can't help but vibrate with excitement.
It was time to get a move on. Time for the plot to move forward.
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A/N: The latter half of this chapter is brought to you by me wanting to use the Dream Perks in the Illusion Tree more, and also by my inability to find anything with the Fortify Alchemy Enchant on it in my current Skyrim Playthrough. So fuck it, Arcadia has a pair of bracers for the SI to use. Its fiiiiine.
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