"Where do you want to live?" Farkas asked as they walked back to the Inn. "You could stay with me ...," he finished with a shrug.
"We will live at Jorrvaskr for the time being. I have been given leave to buy a house in Whiterun, but just not gotten around to it yet. I will do so when we get back."
Satisfied with that answer, he put his arm around her shoulder, and pulled her closer to him with a slight growl.
"I can't wait that long. We need to get back to the Inn as soon as possible," he said with a wolfish grin, then nuzzled into her neck.
Lyara agreed, feeling the familiar stirrings of arousal. She picked up the pace and he laughed softly, a deep rumbling sound that was music to her ears. Once in the Inn, they headed straight upstairs. There was a moment's indecision, when they were not sure which of their rooms to enter, so Lyara pulled him towards hers, and closed the door.
With quick deft fingers, Lyara had the fastenings on her bodice undone, and was shucking out of the dress while Farkas watched in stunned silence. The last time he had seen her naked, it had been for health reasons, and he had helped her undress with a detachment that was long gone now. As she wiggled her bottom to push the dress over her hips, her naked breasts jiggled playfully, and instantly he felt himself harden. By the Nine, she was gorgeous, he thought to himself.
Her stomach was flat and toned, and her arms showed some reasonable muscle definition. Her thighs were long and lithe leading to shapely calves. This was no lazy tavern wench. This was the body of a seasoned warrior, and it excited him more than he thought possible. He stopped gawking, and hurried to catch up with undressing.
Lyara stood in front of him patiently, her eyes wide and dark. As he lifted the undershirt over his head, her eyes feasted on his flesh. Finally, she was able to touch what had been haunting her dreams for weeks.
Farkas removed his breechcloth, and stood before her. She was staring at his taut chest and, almost reverentially, held out a hand to slowly rake her fingers through his chest hair. She stepped a little closer, and now with both hands, firmly ran her fingers over his developed pectorals. She grazed his nipples as her small hands travelled down his hard flat stomach. She whimpered slightly. Lyara had never before seen anyone quite so beautiful or well made in her entire life. Talos had done a good job with this one.
She looked up into his eyes then, a look of wonderment on her face. Her breath caught in her throat, as the gentle caring expression she had seen from him only moments ago during their wedding ceremony, had been replaced by something feral, animalistic.
And hungry.
He pounced on her, crushing her to him, his lips grinding against hers. He parted his mouth slightly at the insistence of Lyara's tongue, and sucked it into his mouth. She rose onto her tip toes, and wrapped her soft arms around his neck, knotting her fingers into his hair.
Farkas bent his knees slightly so he could put his large hands under her rump and lifted her up. He took the few steps towards the bed and threw her on. He laid himself above her, supporting the majority of his weight on his elbows. Lyara would have swooned had she not already been laid down, as feeling his weight atop her was blissful. There was a comfort to it she never would have expected.
He lowered his head, and sucked on her nipples hungrily. He licked and nibbled at the hardened buds until they were so tender, his very breath on them was enough to cause shivers of pleasure.
He relinquished her full breasts and continued to move south, laying a trail of soft kisses down her flat belly, until he reached her womanly slit. The mound was soft and hairless, and he wanted to taste her more than anything. His tongue probed gently, pushing into the delicate folds. He savoured her sweet nectar, and with each lap of his tongue more and more was released. His hand gently caressed the soft skin of her hip and thigh as his tongue delved deeper.
He felt her move and squirm beneath him, and gentle moans of pleasure issued from her lips. He longed once again to taste her sweet mouth, and moved his body back up hers while moving his hand between her legs. He gently massaged the soft folds with his fingers while his thumb rubbed against her clit. Two of his fingers gently pushed inside of her, her hot walls clinging around them. He gently withdrew, only to repeat the action several more times.
He watched her face closely, enjoying the varying expressions as they danced across her face. Her moans increased and he knew she was ready for him. He removed his hand, and knelt above her, watching. She opened her eyes to stare at him, his own lust mirrored in her eyes. His eyes drifted down her body, to the point where they met.
He could feel his hardened tip pressed against her entrance, and he teased her for a moment, until the agony of the wait became too much for him, and he sunk into her depths with a growl.
Lyara bucked her hips up to meet him, and her fingers clawed at his shoulders like a woman trying to prevent herself from drowning in pleasure.
Farkas's breath and kisses were hot against her throat. She revelled in the feeling of his stubble as it grazed her chin, and his chest hair as it tickled her sensitive nipples. He grunted with each thrust as he repeatedly drove his manhood into her molten core. A fire burned deep in her loins that only his seed could quench. She wrapped her legs around him, and held him to her as she felt the wave of her climax about to hit. With a bestial roar, and a final hard thrust, he spurted and shuddered inside her. Lyara was pushed over the edge, and her pussy tightened around him with a vice like grip.
The cries of their simultaneous climax echoed around the silence of the room. The only sound remaining was their heavy breathing as they both tried to get their breath back. Lyara looked at Farkas, and smiled as the tenderness had returned to his eyes. He stroked a few fingers down her cheek and kissed her tenderly until he was soft. Even when soft, he was still large enough to stay within her, but he pulled out gently.
"Married!" he chuckled, before rolling onto his back. "It doesn't feel like I thought it would, but I am happy."
Lyara rolled onto her front to lie next to him and look at her husband. She draped one arm over his chest, and he grabbed her hand. After kissing the fingers, he gently laid her palm over his heart, and smiled contentedly.
