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The Horny Housecarl- Skyrim fanfic

Mon, 28 Oct 2013 01:11:01

Mechromancer

gonna finish this in a few sections, this is all i've gotten around to. Here's Maven k ______________________________________________________________________________________ Lydia was hopeless. A year had creeped across Tamriel since she was assigned as housecarl to the Thane of Whiterun, A lusciously dark skinned woman by the name of Maven. The first month of Rain's Hand left her interested in her companion in ways beyond a sister in battle. The common sight of her aroused and inticed Lydia in ways she had not felt before, the nordic woman never having such thoughts of the similar sex. Holding persistence, she pulled herself away from attempts at Maven, but after months it was getting difficult for the housecarl. Sun's Dawn was rolling over to an end. Maven and Lydia were proceeding towards the settlement of Riften after their last sword-clashing endeavour of the month, scrunched upon eachother on a horseback saddle. Lydia's crotch had been grinding against the woman's rump with each trot of the horse, and she decided to create some conversation to distract her from it. "Stopping into Riften for a rest, are we Thane?" She inquires. "Yes, stop on into an Inn, likely." Maven replies tiredly, turning her head towards Lydia and glimpsing at her with a smile. The housecarl was caught in her thoughts again as she gazed upon her bright, amber eyes and white hair. The thoughts were scattered once more, as the horse clunked onto the wooden planks into Riften. The doors to The Bee and Barb tavern creaked open as the pair entered the tavern. Plastered with sweat, grit, and whatever else was held in the dungeons below Skyrim, Maven and Lydia approached the counter wearily. "A room for the night, if you will." Maven throws to the owner, Keerava. The argonian nods, exchanging a handful of gold for a small key. "I wish you the best of stays." She rasps out. The two find themselves upstairs, inside the rented bedroom. Maven releases an exhausted exhale, unstrapping her steel plates. Lydia watches her undress in a perverted manner, following her actions and throwing off some of her heavy armor burdening her movement. "How is the bathhouse, for an idea?" Asks Lydia, standing in thin robes, sweat beginning to bead up in the warm room. "A very good one." Acknowledges Maven, nodding and spiralling a similar robe across her close to naked self. Their possesions are stowed and the door locked, as they slip into fur boots and set off for a relaxing evening. Lydia follows close behind her companion, watching her hips bounce and her ass jiggle against the robe. They come upon the structure, navigating inside and venturing to the bathing area. Kicking off the boots, their feet slapping against the tiles as they approach the steamy bath. The robes and cloth underwear drop, leaving them both naked, alone, and the housecarl excited once more. Water rises and splashes just above Maven's hips as she enters the ingrounded spring bath, followed by Lydia with a small basket of purchased cleansing remedies. Sitting close, the women caress their own bodies, releiving themselves of the salty sweat and grime. Lydia began to think to herself. 'Was she never going to get a chance at fulfilling her desires with Maven?', 'Would she even understand- let alone accept it?' The housecarl gave to her curiosity and lust, lifting a palmful of some sort of herbal cleaning solution to the woman's glistening, bronze back. Maven looked over her shoulder with a pleased raise of the eyebrow, remarking, "That feels very nice, Thank you." Lydia nods, gulping, thinking to herself, 'Will this really work?'
Mon, 04 Nov 2013 13:49:07

Randgrior

Interesting storyline Mech. Please continue writing. :)