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Keyai winced as she sat down to breakfast. Farkas shot a glare at Vilkas, finding the best cut of venison and making her plate before she'd finished sliding her chair forward.
"How'd you sleep?" Farkas slid the plate in front of her and reached for the pitcher of watered mead.
"Well enough."
"Once we got there." Vilkas grinned, flowing into his own seat and out of Farkas' reach.
"Wasn't asking you."
"How did you sleep, dear brother?"
Farkas shrugged.
"How did we sleep, Kai?" He finished pouring her flagon and tapped the jug down.
Kaidan's turn to shrug.
"A couple different ways." His mouth curled in a sly grin.
"You'll have to show me sometime." Keyai grinned, holding very stiffly still while she chewed happily on her breakfast.
"Vilkas, what did you do?"
"Nothing I didn't have permission to."
"What. Did you. Do."
The menace in his words sent a shiver down Keyai's spine, and she flinched again.
"I merely staked my own claim."
A growl.
"You weren't gentle enough."
"Farkas, he was fine!" A steady blush had settled over her.
"It was…mostly my fault." She quickly shoved a bite into her mouth and reached for her drink to wash it down.
"He should know better."
Vilkas also shoved a bite into his mouth and stared straight ahead.
"I…uhm. So how far is Ustengrav?"
"Don't change the subject. I'm gonna-"
"I'm changing the subject. Ustengrav."
Farkas gave a resigned growl.
"Fine. It's between Morthal and Solitude. It'll take us a bit, unless we want to take a carriage."
"Why are you going there?"
"Oh. Yeah, you wouldn't- so apparently I'm this thing called 'dragon born'."
"Sounds made up." Vilkas scoffed.
"You didn't see her kill that dragon."
"You what ?" Vilkas' fork clattered to his plate.
Keyai shrugged.
"It was a group effort. Farkas grounded it."
"But you killed it. And… ate it."
Vilkas stared at her, his brain trying to process what he'd heard.
"And up in the monastery," Kaidan added appreciatively.
"That was pretty impressive."
Vilkas made a thoughtful noise.
"To think, I fucked the legendary dra-"
"Vilkas, I swear to all the Aedra that if you don't shut your whore mouth, I'll show you my new trick."
"But I want to see it."
"Not standing on a cliff, you don't."
He chuckled.
"Well, you'll always know, anyway. There will always be a part of you that's mine ."
A low growl came from Farkas' direction, and she suddenly found herself regretting sitting between the brothers.
"Can we just go and get this over with? We're going to have to go trek back up that stupid mountain to give them that thing after."
"I'm coming."
Kaidan snorted.
"Not like that! For now. I mean with."
Kaidan suppressed another laugh.
"You can hear that up close later, if you'd like. But for now, I'm serious."
"I don't know that you get to make that call." Keyai gestured to the other two.
"Group vote, and I think you're on Farkas' shit list right now."
Vilkas leaned over and purred something quietly in her ear, making her turn a bright red. He straightened, and smiled.
"What do you say, Dragonborn ?"
"Vilkas is coming with!"
Farkas growled, and Vilkas' grin only broadened.
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"I'd forgotten how boring camping is." Vilkas grumbled, stretched casually in front of a happily crackling fire.
"Been awhile, soft-gut?"
"You should talk. You're looking a little filled out , Kaidan."
Kaidan chuckled, shifting so the fire illuminated him, and he lifted his shirt over his head. The light reflected off a very firm abdomen, a hint of solid muscle resting in wait just beneath the scar flecked surface.
"'Filled out' is correct, anyway. Just not the way you’re thinking. Wager I could take you any day, in every way."
"I'd love to see the day, whelp."
"Let's go make this night a little more eventful, then."
"Uhm. Yes please." Keyai sat close to the fire, her cloak pulled tightly around her. Vilkas scooted closer to her and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her tight into his side. She snuggled, uncomplaining, into him.
"How are you all so warm?"
"Runs in our blood."
Keyai huffed.
“Lucky fuckers.”
Vilkas leaned low, his lips barely touching her ear.
"Shall we warm you up for real?"
Keyai wiggled slightly, and Vilkas gauged her reaction. He kissed the soft spot beneath her ear.
"I think you can take it." He stroked his finger down her cheek, drawing a steady blush. He leaned closer, nipping her ear.
" All of it ."
She wiggled again, biting her bottom lip.
"Vilkas! Stop it." Farkas lowered himself easily on Keyai's other side, wrapping his arm around her otherside, giving Vilkas a quick punch to the side. A grunt puffed out of Vilkas, and Keyai pretended not to notice.
"You make a man feel left out," Kaidan pouted.
"My back's still cold, I guess."
A mischievous grin split his face and he moved, positioning himself squarely behind her and shoving his arms between her and each brother, pulling her tightly against his still bare chest.
"Hardly fair." Farkas worked his way closer and leaned into them both.
"I…uhm. I know a way it could be fair."
"I don't think you want to fuck right here." Farkas kicked a fallen log back into the fire.
"Why not?"
"No tent. It's cold. And I don't think your knees would like it."
"As disappointing as the tent thing is, I expect nothing else from you. We'd be warming each other. And dirt is softer than stone."
"She's got you there." Vilkas smirked.
"If you don't want to, Farkas, you don't have to." She butted her head softly into his shoulder.
"Just leaves more for me." A wry smirk from Vilkas.
"And let this asshole have all the fun? Nah. Tonight you're mine." Farkas moved, pushing to his feet and scooping Keyai up in one fluid motion. His mouth was on hers before Vilkas had a chance to protest, devouring her hungry hum and drawing out another.
"Just yours, huh?" Keyai threw her arms around his neck and started nibbling along his stubbled jaw.
Farkas grunted and shifted, throwing the squealing woman over his shoulder and growling at the other two men for good measure.
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She slammed to the grass padded ground with a thud, Farkas' bulk following her down and giving her no chance to protest. Not that she wanted to, her arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders and pulling him in. His lips wandered desperately over her neck, her shoulders, back to her jaw, nibbling her ear- she giggled.
"You act like you haven't gotten any in years."
"I can still smell him on you." He ground himself against her, covering any exposed skin in hungry kisses.
"I thought it didn't bother you?" A yelp as he bit down on her throat and rubbed over her.
"It doesn't, but I need him to know-" he ripped at her shirt until the seams burst and her breasts lay exposed under him.
"You're mine first." Lowering his head, he pressed kisses down until his lips brushed her nipple. Greedily he pulled it into his mouth with a hard suck, and she cried out and arched into him.
"I am my own!" Her exclamation was diminished by his hands holding her hips still while he thrust himself against her.
"No. Right now you're mine." He clamped his teeth on her neck, then kissed the welt.
"All mine…"
Her fingers curled into his back as he bit again, holding his shoulders tight as he yanked at her pants. There was a rip, and she toyed with the idea of saying something until skin pressed against skin and his cock was pushing into her. A moan puffed from her, and she tried to shift her hips to give him better access. Tried to part her legs to wrap around his body. Thwarted in every way as he held her fast, her torn pants tight around her legs, and he bore down on her. Every part of her was marked- kissed, grabbed, bit: his urgency threatened to unravel her.
Slowly his tip entered her, then his shaft, then he locked her under him as she squirmed exquisitely against him. His teeth found her shoulder, holding her tight while he slowly began to move over her, refreshing his claim on her with each deliberate motion. She moaned, the otherwise loud sound muffled into his shoulder.
"No, let them hear you. Let them all hear you." His lips wandered up her neck, grazing against her ear until all she could hear were his growling breaths.
Her resolve melted at that, and she cried out as his passion spurred her own need, driving a rush of fire over her body and sending her wild under him. Her nails scratched at his back, and from somewhere distant came the sound of shredding, and still he thrust his need into her. His arms worked around her, crushing her impossibly tight against him and squeezing her fires into her core, forcing them to grip him and tickling incessantly against them. She squeaked, her breath hitching, then panting, then a cry ripped from her as he continued to drive home. She exploded, her song loud and clear as pure bliss coursed through her, sending her eyes rolling into her head and she writhed exquisitely under him. His pace stayed the same- long, hard thrusts as he rode his wildling and spurred her movements on, prolonging and deepening her delectations.
Finally she calmed, still writhing under him but with looser arms, exhausted pants, satisfied puffs- and still he plunged. He pulled every twist and moan from her, every quiver and quake, until her lips were crazed against his again. His hips jerked, his motions growing less measured as noises seeped from her and pushed him closer to the edge. He growled, losing himself into his impassioned thrusts as her walls began to clutch at him again.
She cried out, his name erupting from her lips as her body finally seized again under him, arching into his chest. Losing his composure at her exclamation, he thrust again, reaching his high with a loud grunt and suddenly pulling from her and covering her with his scent. She convulsed, languishing in the exhausted rolling of her body until she couldn't move anymore, collapsing, fatigued, under him.
He crashed his lips against hers, pouring the rest of himself into the kiss as he rolled, taking her with him until she he lay nestled into his side, still held tightly in his arms.