Thank you to all those who have taken time to comment, vote, and favourite - I really appreciate it. But there is one thing it seems I must address again - the chapter lengths. To be honest, I can't believe I am having to do this again but here goes ... ONE MORE TIME.
So, to all the anonymous posters moaning about chapter legnth - the chapters are all at least 3000 words, which equates to 7 pages on a word doc, or about 9 pages on a standard novel. I update every day so if they aren't long enough for you - then leave it a few days, or a week, then read a whole bunch of chapters together. Simple. :)
While I am happy to receive constructive criticism, whinging about the chapter length is not helpful.
I'm sorry to be blunt but they are what they are - like it, or lump it, they ain't gonna change.
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Although it was starting to get dark, Lyara and Farkas agreed that they would push on and make it back to Whiterun. They took fresh horses, and made the journey in a few hours. It was almost midnight, when they slipped into Jorrvaskr. A few of the Companions hailed them as they walked through the mead hall, but they didn't stop to chat as they were tired from the journey.
Farkas automatically headed to his room, and Lyara followed him. It occurred to him that she may prefer to sleep in Kodlak's old quarters, but she insisted this was fine.
She unstrapped her armour, and sat cross legged on his bed in her undergarments. Farkas was amused by the image, as it was quite childlike, and made her look very young. He sat behind her, in only his breechcloth, his legs out at either side. He proceeded to massage the knots in her shoulders, and was pleased when she moaned with pleasure.
He was sure her moans were just the muscle tension leaving her body, but he found that it caused a response from his already thickening cock. As he rubbed at her shoulders, the feel of her soft skin under his fingers combined with her quiet moans had caused a hardness that was now tenting in his underwear.
Using one hand, he untied the fastenings on his breechcloth, and let his erect penis spring forth. The tip was pointing straight up, and almost reached his belly button. He shuffled himself a fraction closer to his love. He gently rocked his pelvis causing the swollen purple tip of his shaft to rub against the smooth skin of Lyara's back.
He then wrapped his arms around her, and cupped a breast in each hand. He toyed with her nipples through the thin material, feeling them stiffen. He pulled her vest over her head and now he had free access to her supple flesh, he squeezed and rolled the nubs between his large rough fingers.
Lyara laid her head back against his shoulder, pressing her chest into his hand. Farkas nuzzled into her neck and she felt his soft lips leaving tender kisses while his stubble grazed her deliciously.
She undid the ties at each hip to remove her final piece of clothing. She sighed with pleasure as he continued to graze her neck with his mouth and stroke her nipples with his hands. As she slid her hands up and down his muscular thighs, she again counted herself very lucky. To her, he was the perfect example of a man - built of brawn and muscle in exquisite proportions, with a large heart and a brave soul.
She could feel the heat from his prick as it rubbed against her back, and his balls tickled her ass. A flood of moisture was gathering in her pussy, and she could feel herself getting slicker. Almost as if he read her mind, one of Farkas's hand moved down her belly and his fingers strummed her clit, until she cried out.
Unable to take much more of this, Farkas put his large hands at either side of her waist, and with bulging arms easily lifted her up and back until she hovered above his raging cock. Lyara uncrossed her legs and planted a knee either side of his thighs. Leaning forward then, she was able to slowly push herself back until she had completely impaled herself on him.
She took a few moments to languish in the feeling of being stretched. Holding her weight on her arms and knees, she proceeded to gently rock back and forth.
Farkas was presented with the wonderfully erotic sight of her sculptured ass as it pumped up and down his length. He watched his dick disappearing into her depths, then reappearing glistening with her juices. Her pussy gripped his cock like a moist glove, and he needed to drive himself harder.
Pushing her forward slightly, gave him enough room to piston his hips hard and fast, driving his cock to the hilt with each thrust.
Lyara started to let out a long moan, her climax hurtling towards her. She was on fire, and his massive penis scraping her insides was sending her to new heights of pleasure. When she came, it was with a ferocity that rivalled anything she had previously experienced with any partner.
Farkas pulled her close as he spilled his hot seed into her. She felt his cum rush up inside her, and as her internal muscles relaxed, it ran out again, and down her inner thigh.
She sat her full weight on him then. Both of them spent, and she languished in the slippery sensation of his dick moving inside her slick pussy.
Eventually, she lifted herself off him and flopped next to him on the bed. She pressed her back against him and pulled his furs to cover them both.
Farkas was almost soft, but there was just enough rigidity left for him to slip his dick back into her core. He lay still, enjoying the luxury of bathing his cock in her juices.
Lyara was more than happy for them to remain in this position. She loved the feel of him inside her. She wished she could feel like this all the time.
In the morning when she woke, Farkas was on his back snoring loudly. Lyara elbowed him and he woke with a start.
"Huh? What?"
"Good morning, dear," she said to him with a sweet innocent smile.
Sleepily, he returned the smile. "Good morning to you too, my love."
"I have a question," said Lyara.
"Go on," said Farkas, already feeling a little nervous.
"Why do you have a bar in your room?"
The far corner of his room, opposite the door, had a short but obvious bar. Most people would have a desk, or a bookshelf in their room. Farkas had a bar.
"Is this all part of your tavern wench fetish?" Lyara teased him.
