In his arms
Sonin woke up that morning to the heavy breathing of the Nord holding her close like they had been life-long lovers. She had to admit that she liked the feeling of being so small compared to him. It was a feeling that she could grow used to. Farkas hadn’t been disturbed enough to wake up as she shifted in the furs. He did, however, move his hand down her stomach toward her nether region. Sonin could feel herself grow hot under his touch, her body craving friction. Farkas mumbled something in her ear and squeezed her tighter to his body. She let out a soft moan, alerting Farkas to what he was doing in his sleep.
Farkas, and all the circle members, had restless sleep. The pull of the beast blood prevents them from resting. He opened his eyes, but did not release his grip yet. His wolf took notice of her pleasure, coming to the surface of his mind. He pulled her just a little tighter, spreading his fingers out to cover more surface area. Sonin let out another small moan, not realizing Farkas was awake.
“Something feeling nice?” He whispered to her.
Sonin jumped, startled at his voice, “What?”
“You seem to be enjoying this,” Farkas continued.
A blush crossed the bridge of her nose, “It’s...pleasant. I-I haven’t been held like this before.”
“No? Surprising,” he leaned into her hair, smelling the flowers and juniper berries she washed it with.
“Farkas?” She said in a small voice when she felt a very hard pressure against her back.
“Am I making you uncomfortable? I will stop if you tell me to,” He replied.
“No, I-I like it,” Sonin admitted.
Farkas turned her body around to face him, her hands rested on his broad chest. He looked at her face, an appetizing shade of pinkish red. Her breathing was steady but her blood was rushing. He took a deep breath, inhaling all of her wonderful scents. Her body was radiating heat that had not been there a few moments before. He wanted to take her then and there.
“Would you like more?” He asked her.
“I think I would,” she hesitantly said.
“You don’t sound confident,” Farkas remarked.
Sonin sighed, remembering his brother’s reaction to discovering she was still a maiden. “Your brother seemed upset when I told him this, so I’m worried you’ll be too.”
“Hm?” He replied.
“I’ve never...been with a man,” she continued.
“That’s surprising,” Farkas responded.
“How? Why is it you’ve both assumed I had been?” Sonin felt offended.
“I expected a woman as beautiful as you would have had her share of suitors,” he admitted.
“Oh,” the offense turned to flattery, “I don’t think I’m anything special enough to draw many men’s eyes.”
“You’ve had mine since you walked in the doors of the mead hall,” he replied.
Sonin felt like she was on fire. Farkas, with his alleged stupidity and lack of vocabulary, was saying everything she didn’t know she wanted to hear. She wasn’t sure what exactly she was doing, but she moved a leg up his. The Nord grunted in approval and stroked the appendage. Her hair stood on edge at the tenderness. He was so big, yet so gentle.
“I don’t want you to feel pressured,” Farkas told her.
“I don’t,” she replied, pulling herself closer to him.
“Good,” he grunted again. Farkas ran his hand down her leg to her rear, pressing into it with his fingers, “You wear my shirt well.” Sonin gave him a giggle like she was still some school girl. “I bet you would look better with it off though.”
That was all the words she needed to hear for her core to tighten to an almost uncomfortable point. Her fingers began to tremble on his chest in excitement. She buried her face into his chest so as to not show him her embarrassment at his words.
“Look up at me,” his tone more of an ask than commanded.
She obliged. He brought his face down to meet hers, capturing her lips with his. His kiss felt different than Vilkas’, but was equally as pleasurable. This time Sonin had a little more confidence, reaching her hands up to lock them in his hair. The Nord’s hips bucked into her at the sensation. Sonin kissed him back, comfortable with the action that she had practiced at the College.
Farkas’ hands gripped her ass tighter, kneading her. Aside from her face, her ass was the most attractive thing to Farkas. It was bigger than most of the women he had seen, and bigger was better when you’re a large man with an affinity for styling like a dog.
Sonin’s breath came out ragged as their kissing intensified. She clutched fistfuls of his hair and he ran his hands up and down the length of her backside. She was feeling bothered and ready for what may happen next.
“My brother is an idiot to have let you walk out,” he said to her, breaking their lip lock.
“He didn’t just let me out, he kicked me out,” she replied, “Wait, isn’t it a little strange to do this with me if your brother was…?”
“I don’t think so, but we’ve never shared well,” he replied, squeezing her ass again.
“If you're okay with it then I will be too,” she responded.
“I’m more than okay with it,” Farkas pressed into her lips again.
This time there was tongue involved, exploring each other’s mouths. Sonin was moaning softly at his actions. Farkas, ravishing every second of this, brought his hand up her leg toward her small clothes. She shivered, her hips involuntarily moving against him. Farkas fought to keep his beast blood at bay, not wanting to be too rough with her. He felt that she had soaked through her small clothes, making his erection twitch.
Sonin whimpered against his chest hair as he slid a finger under the small fabric. He rubbed against her sensitive nub, causing her whole body to shake. He was unraveling her already, and he was just getting started. Carefully, he found her entrance and ran the finger along her folds.
“Can I?” He asked, not wanting to take this further than she would be comfortable with.
“Divines, please,” she bucked her hips toward his hand, seemingly overcoming her shyness.
Farkas wasted no time in pressing into her slowly, feeling how her core tightened around his digit. She felt tight, too tight to take him. He curled his finger against the hidden spot he knew drove women crazy. The audible gasp from Sonin was all the encouragement he needed. Farkas slipped another finger into her, feeling her stretch to accommodate the width. Her juices flowed down his hand, making his erection almost unbearable. He needed relief soon or he was going to lose his fight with the wolf.
Sonin had to stop herself from calling out his name, not wanting anyone to hear her. She didn’t know that, due to their heightened senses, that all of the circle members were aware of what was happening. Vilkas, still in his room, was pleasuring himself to her muffle sounds. He knew it should make him feel wrong since it was his brother drawing those lewd noises from her sweet lips, but he couldn’t help but imagine it was him in his place. Unlike Vilkas, Farkas placed no intrinsic value on maidenhood. So he had no issues with deflowering the woman.
Farkas started to pump his fingers into her, her legs convulsing in response. He delighted in every movement of her body and each sound she made for him. It was like he was the musician, and her his prized instrument. He was discovering all the places that made her sing.
Sonin’s head was spinning. She didn’t know what to do with herself as he delivered her pleasure with every passing second. His digits filled her walls more than anything she had ever done to herself. There were fleeting moments of pain as she adjusted to him, but they were drowned out with the sparks he made her see.
“Say my name,” he whispered to her.
“Far-Farkas,” she managed between heavy breaths.
He grunted at his name on her lips, picking up the pace. She clenched down on him as he rubbed a thumb against her nub. She bit her lip to hold back a cry as she reached climax. Farkas kept his fingers curling inside her, riding out her orgasm.
Sonin couldn’t catch her breath, resting herself on Farkas. He stroked her hair, helping her calm herself. He placed small kisses on her forehead. Unfortunately it appeared Sonin was spent, but he still had a throbbing member that needed attention.
“Sonin,” he started after she caught her breath, “Do you think you could...help me out?”
“I think so,” she looked up at him with a haze over her eyes, “what do you want me to do?”
“Anything really,” he replied, sliding his trousers off to expose himself to her.
Even though she had seen it before, she couldn’t help but be surprised at it’s size. She took it in her hands, slowly stroking him. He made some animalistic sounds, thrusting his hips to match her pace.
“I have an idea,” Sonin said with a devilish look in her eyes.
“Hm,” He grunted, moving faster against her.
Sonin concentrated a small amount of heat in her hands using her fire spell. Farkas groaned at the sensation.
“I used this on my previous girlfriends,” she informed him.
He grunted again, rolling on top of her. He rested on his forearms to keep from crushing her, “Didn’t think I’d ever like magic used on me.”
“Well you’re going to love this,” Sonin replied, switching to a frost spell.
He jumped, startled at the change in temperature. She stroked to spread the chill thoroughly. Confident in herself now, she channeled opposing spells in each hand. The mix of hot and cold sent Farkas over the edge, spilling himself on her torso. Sonin watched as his eyes glazed over gold, his breath heavy and hard.
“Farkas?” She questioned, worried he may be losing control.
His steel eyes showed back through, “I’m okay.”
“Was that good?” She asked, self conscious.
“Great,” he collected himself before stepping from the bed and grabbing a rag to wipe his seed off of his shirt.
“I’m glad,” she replied, “I wasn’t sure if it would work well.”
“You can do that to me anytime,” he smiled at her, handing her a tankard of water.
“So...what now?” Sonin asked, not sure how this would affect their relationship.
“Up to you,” he answered, “I’m comfortable with what you want. Could stop it here, pretend it didn’t happen. Could take it further.”
“All on me then?” She sighed, “No pressure huh?” He nodded his head, “Well, I’d like to see where this goes. If that’s okay with you? No need for exclusivity, just something casual?”
“Fine by me,” he replied.
Farkas walked back toward her, sitting on the bed beside her. Sonin, who had been sitting up, leaned her head on his shoulder. They stayed like that for a few moments before Sonin’s stomach growled, signaling the need to break her fast. She slid on her leggings and her fur top to head up stairs. Farkas suited up in full armor.
Vilkas laid in his bed, having finished himself. He didn't want to get up even though he too was hungry. He couldn't stand the idea of looking at his brother after what had happened. Ripe with jealousy and regret, he opted to brood in his room for a while longer before speaking to Kodlak.
…
“So, what do you think Aela wants to talk to me about?” Sonin asked Farkas. They sat outside under the awning. Farkas was sitting in a chair at the table and Sonin was perched haphazardly on a closed barrel, eating a sweet roll.
The Nord regarded her, “Don’t know.” He lied.
“I know you’re lying Farkas,” Sonin replied, making Farkas’ heart jump a beat. “I saw you and Aela talking while I fought your brother.”
“Not my place to say,” he admitted, at least that was the truth.
Sonin wrinkled her nose, “fine,” she sighed, taking another bite of her sweet roll and looking off in the distance at the sky.
“I’m sorry,” he offered.
“Don’t be,” she watched a hawk in the sky, “You don’t owe me anything Farkas.”
He grunted at that response. It was true and not at the same time. As his shield sister, he did owe her loyalty and protection, companionship and truth. Sonin was still new to it all, but she would learn these things as she stayed with them. On a personal level, Farkas felt some attachment to the woman. His wolf liked her, so he would do his best to be there for her. Even if she were to choose to lay with another man, he would still be there for her.
Farkas couldn’t seem to understand why his brother rejected her when desire rolled off of him every time he saw her. It did him too, now that he had interacted with her sexually. With his brother though, it was intense and needy. He was staring at Sonin, who was distracted at something in the sky. Her eyes grew narrow and her heart rate picked up. Farkas followed her gaze, trying to see what she did.
“Sister?” He asked, giving up on trying to see what she did. She didn’t respond but her heart was beating so hard he could see an artery in her neck pulsating. “Sonin.”
She jumped at that, tearing her gaze away from the sky, “Sorry, yes brother?”
“What did you see?” He asked her, a little worried that her heart rate had not dropped yet. He could smell the sweet tinge of fear she let off.
“Nothing,” she glanced back at the sky then at him, offering a fake smile, “Thought I saw something, but it’s gone now.”
He nodded and returned to the tankard he was drinking. Vilkas felt like she was hiding something before and now he was beginning to feel the same way. What did she have to hide? Surely she wasn’t with the Silverhand after all.
Farkas was brought out of his thoughts by Sonin jumping off of the barrel and wiping her hands together to rid herself of the roll’s crumbs, “Come brother,” she offered a hand to him, “I need some training.”
“Alright,” he downed his mead and followed her to the courtyard, “What do you want to know?”
“I know you prefer big swords to little daggers,” she started and he nodded in agreeance, “So, teach me some of the skills of wielding a ridiculously large sword.” She smiled at him.
He looked at her, in her black leather leggings and a simple shirt she had changed into, “Seriously?”
“It could be fun,” she kept her smile, “or disastrous.” She shrugged, “Probably the latter, but I want to see what it's like to have a weapon the same size of me. I can conjure one up, but it’s weightless so it loses its authenticity.”
“Okay,” he took an iron greatsword off of the weapons rack and handed it to her.
He had a hard time holding back a laugh when she nearly fell over when he released it into her grasp. She struggled to lift it with both hands, visibly straining. The look on her face was one of determination though, she really was serious about this. He told her that she needed to widen her stance or she would fall over when she swings it.
“By Arkay,” she heaved it over her shoulder and stumbled back, “how do you manage this.”
Farkas shrugged, “I’m strong.”
“Clearly. Alright, I’m going to try and hit this dummy without making a fool out of myself,” she announced to Farkas.
“Too late for that,” a familiarly grumpy voice behind her called out, “watch your stance,” he kicked at her with a boot, forcing her legs wider apart.
“Hey!” She exclaimed.
“And straighten your back, by Ysgramor,” he sighed and circled the small woman, “Of all the weapons you decide you finally want to train with you pick the one that’s bigger than you. And you picked Farkas of all people to train you.”
“Why wouldn’t I? I’ve seen him cut down many a foe with one,” she defended him.
“I’m the master of arms here,” he looked like he didn’t rest at all for a week, “you come to me when you want to work with a new weapon. Farkas trains those who have proven their understanding of the basics with me.”
Sonin made an exaggerated sigh, “Fine. Just tell me what to do before I change my mind about this.”
He walked over to her, smelling strongly of ale. Hesitantly, he adjusted her position by touching at her stomach and pulling at her arms. Vilkas could smell the sex on her, still fresh from being with his brother. He wondered just how far they went. He couldn’t see any visible marks on her, so he assumed that he hadn’t taken her maidenhood. At least not entirely. The thought gave him some sense of relief.
“Vilkas?” Sonin raised one brow and lowered the other at him, “You done there?”
Vilkas looked down and saw where he still had a hand on her waist, he withdrew it quickly, “Go ahead and swing at that dummy.”
“But you don’t have your shield for protection,” she smirked.
“Whelp, hit it before I hit you,” he wanted to laugh at her joke, but he was too tired and emotional to let anything but annoyance show.
“Okay,” she sighed again and charged the strawman.
Her first hit went better than either of the twins expected, but they didn’t expect her to be able to lift the weapon above her head. The sword stuck into the shoulder of the target and fell on her ass, “Damn that hurts,” she cursed, rubbing at her sore rear.
“Are you ready to start somewhere more on your level, whelp?” Vilkas asked her.
Sonin repeated what he had asked her in a comical mocking tone with an over exaggerated Nordic accent. She pulled the sword from the dummy, taking a great effort on her end. She returned it to Farkas, who offered her a warm smile. He proceeded to hand her short sword and a small wooden shield. She made her way back to Vilkas, bashing them together like he did to her at their fight. Vilkas couldn’t help but crack a small smile.
“Oh no,” she said, his smile dropped, “Don’t go looking at me like that. It’s unnerving.”
Vilkas felt stung by her words. Was he really that bad? He tried to ignore those thoughts and adjusted her stance. He admired her for a moment, looking over the curve of her back to her rear. She had wide birthing hips, wider than anyone in Whiterun. Farkas sensed the need roll off of his brother, grunting at him to bring his attention back to the lesson.
“Show me your swing,” he instructed.
She did as told. In truth, Vilkas didn’t think her form was bad considering that she spent her life up in a tower playing with magic. He gave her pointers and she took them to heart, following his advice flawlessly. Vilkas was impressed with how quickly she was catching on, how she hung on every word he said.
They went at it for a couple hours before the woman couldn’t lift her arms anymore, “Can’t take it anymore? That all you have in you, whelp?” Vilkas taunted.
She didn’t give him her usual smart mouth quip, her attention to something invisible in the sky. He grew confused at the mixed scents her body gave. Fear, hate, regret, sadness, and just a touch of excitement. He could almost taste the way her blood rushed through her.
“Whelp?” He questioned, trying to see what she saw to no avail. Again like with Farkas, she didn’t respond. He went behind her and gave a light smack to the back of her head.
“Hey!” she grabbed her head and swung a weak fist at him.
He grabbed it, “watch it. What distracted you?”
He sensed the shift in her odor, “Nothing-it’s nothing,” she lied.
“In the Companions, we don’t lie to our shield siblings. What did you see?” His tone was harsher than he meant it to be and he could tell from the way Sonin flinched at his words.
“I thought I saw something, but it wasn’t there. Happy?” She helped herself off of the ground, brushing the dirt off of her legs.
“What did you think you saw?” he pushed.
“Doesn’t matter, it wasn’t there,” her tone making it clear she wouldn’t entertain any further prodding.
He followed behind her to the mead hall. She grabbed an apple and a sweet roll before heading to the living quarters. Vilkas took humor in the woman’s appetite. There was a reason she held extra flesh and he was finding out why. He continued to trail her.
Sonin was in the shared living area, her food on the bed while she was digging through some things under the bed. Vilkas leaned against the doorway and watched her in silence. She was usually perceptive, but something had a hold on her. Sonin pulled out a small box from one of her packs. He couldn’t quite make out what it held, but it shimmered in the candlelight. Jewelry perhaps?
She placed it in her pant’s pocket and reorganised her belongings back under the bed. Still going unnoticed, Vilkas stayed in the doorway. Sonin grabbed her silver dagger and its strap from the post of the bed and fastened it on her thigh. She moved to the chest at the foot of the bed, moving quickly. She pulled out leather armor, it was black and coated in a faint glow. Vilkas didn’t turn away when she stripped her shirt off and slid into it. He examined the scar on her stomach before it was hidden from view.
Sonin took a large bite out of the sweet roll and tied her hair behind her in a high tail. Finally she pulled the shimmery object back out from her pants and clasped it around her neck. It looked like a regular silver necklace, but it was adjourned by diamonds. Vilkas was perplexed as to why she would wear such an expensive piece if she was dressing for battle. It was then when she grabbed the apple and turned did she see Vilkas.
“What the fuck!” She exclaimed, her fists glowing red.
“Where are you headed to like that?” He asked her, staying leaned against the frame.
“Nowhere special. Just going to take a ride,” she lied.
He could tell she was hiding something from the way her heart beat shifted at her words, “We don’t keep secrets here Whelp.”
“We both know that’s not true,” she referred to their lycanthropy.
“Just tell me, or I will follow you,” he threatened.
“You could try, but you won’t succeed,” she replied.
“I have a wolf’s senses whelp, I could track you for miles,” he countered.
“I can change my form,” she admitted.
He raised his brows at that, “what do you mean?”
“Nothing, I already said more than I should have,” She put the apple in her mouth and tried to walk past him.
Vilkas blocked her path, forcibly turning her by the shoulders toward him. Her apple fell out of her mouth and rolled to the floor. She struggled to escape his grasp, but he had the strength of a beast she could never hope to match without magical aid.
“Let go of me Vilkas,” she demanded.
“Tell me what I want to know,” he tightened his grip on her.
“Fuck you,” she replied.
Something snapped in him and without thinking about it, his body had her pinned to the stone floor. He heard a thud as her head hit the floor harder than he would have meant for it to. Tears filled her eyes immediately, but she didn’t fight him off. He could smell that she was in pain, but there was also an eagerness from her loins. Vilkas could feel the saliva forming in his mouth, coating everything it touched. His wolf wanted out.
He pushed his head in her neck, taking her in. He could feel the pulse off her neck. Vilkas had her hands pinned above her head and left her completely vulnerable. His cock throbbed at the view, she looked so helpless. But she wasn’t helpless and he remembered all too late. The air was forced out of his lungs by a kick he didn’t expect or see coming. Sonin may not have much of an arm, but damn he felt like a horse kicked him.
“Don’t touch me again,” she spat on the floor at his feet.
“Wait,” he reached a hand out as she ran away and up the stairs.
Sonin was on her horse and speeding down toward Rorikstead. She had taken an invisibility potion and gave her horse one too, in case Vilkas was being true to his word. She could sense a dragon nearby, but it wasn’t flying close anymore. She thought for sure it was going to attack the little town. Her head hurt even with her healing magic easing it. Sonin cursed Vilkas for tackling her like that. He was going to end up doing some real damage to her if he kept losing his cool like that.
Vilkas charged into his room, grabbed his greatsword, and stormed to the hall to find Farkas. He nearly ran into his brother on the stairs, “Easy brother,” Farkas put his hands on his shoulders to steady the man.
“Get your sword, quickly,” he commanded.
“What’s wrong?” He asked with a worried tone.
“It’s that whelp,” he answered, “just hurry and follow me.”
Farkas gathered his steel blade and met his brother outside the main doors of Jorrvaskr, “Where’s Sonin?”
“That’s what we’re going to find out,” he took in a sharp breath, “she’s hiding something from us brother.”
“You mean her scar? Yeah she wants to keep that to herself,” he replied innocently as he hurried to the city gates.
“Wait, she told you about them?” Vilkas felt his blood run hot.
“Aye,” Farkas offered no more.
“And? What caused it?” He urged.
“Can’t say,” Farkas hoped his brother would leave it at that.
“Farkas,” Vilkas stepped in front of his brother with a hand on his shoulder, “You can tell me. This could be important.”
“I promised her Vilkas,” he shook his head no.
“Damn it you oaf,” Vilkas continued out of the city.
Vilkas couldn’t see any signs of her or her horse, which was no longer at the stables. She had attempted to mask her scent too, but Vilkas didn’t need to smell her. He could smell her horse. Farkas and Vilkas rented horses from the stable and made their way following her trail. They got to Rorikstead quickly, where they could both pick up her scent.
“She’s here somewhere,” Vilkas breathed, “She told me she could change form.”
“Really?” Farkas’ expression told Vilkas that that was something she did not disclose to him.
“Aye, but she didn’t explain,” Vilkas sighed, “let’s find her horse first and go from there.”
Farkas nodded and they kept their noses up. It only took them moments to find her horse behind the inn, not tethered. Vilkas thought it foolish because the horse could just walk away, but he didn’t know just how well trained her mount was. He was a beautiful stallion. His coat was a shiny blue roan. It was clear that Sonin took great care of him.
“She can’t have gone far,” Vilkas told his brother, stroking the horse’s mane.
It flared its nose and snorted at him, his tail twitching to the side. Vilkas took a step back as the animal reared up on its hind legs, his front hooves threatening. It fell back on all fours and bobbed his head. He neighed in a strange way, a sound that he hadn’t heard a horse make before.
Out of the corner of his eye Vilkas caught a flash of movement going from the inn. The damn beast had alerted its owner of them. The twins rushed to follow the shadow, but it had disappeared again. They scoured the town, not finding hide or hair of Sonin.
Sonin was sitting next to the inn, eyes to the sky. Surely the dragon would be there soon. Her attention was drawn away as Ennoonan, her mount, alerted her of what she could only assume was the twins' presence. She ran from the inn, shifting to the form of a cat, and jumped onto the room of the building next to her. Confirming from the height that it was the twins and not a horse robber, she stayed in place and watched as they searched the town for her.
“She’s not here brother,” Farkas said to Vilkas.
“She’s here,” Vilkas replied, looking onto the roofs of the buildings.
“All I see are drunks and animals,” Farkas commented, spotting a black cat on one roof.
“That must be it,” Vilkas remarked, “she must be able to take the form of some animal.”
“So how do we..?” Farkas didn’t finish the question.
“Get close enough to smell their fur. She can’t hide that from us,” he replied, walking over to a tabby cat on the inn’s porch and leaning into it. He caught a paw to the face.
“How’d that go?” Farkas laughed.
“It wasn’t her, but she’s here,” he continued toward a dog on the road.
Farkas looked back to where the cat on the roof was, noting that it was gone. He followed his brother, who had failed to find her in the dog. They both turned to the sound of hooves clacking against the cobblestone road. The blur of Sonin and her mount in view. Vilkas shouted to her, racing to his horse. He drove his heels into its sides hard, not even waiting for his brother.
Sonin wasn’t about to let Vilkas catch her. She reached into her bag for a potion of speed enhancement and rubbed it into her stallion’s neck. He neighed as the effect took hold and galloped at twice the speed. She was back at the stable a good ten minutes before Vilkas would be able to make it. Sonin ran into the city, aiming to change back into her previous outfit and make it to the underforge before the twins would arrive.
Vilkas didn’t understand how her horse had moved so fast, like a sabre cat on skooma. He waited for Farkas at the stables before going into the town. No point in rushing now what she was sure to be back.
“Welcome shield sister,” Aela said with open arms, embracing the smaller woman.
“Hey sister,” Sonin hugged her back, “What is it you wanted to speak to me about?”
Skjor spoke, “We want to officially bring you into the circle.”
“What?” Sonin was surprised. She hadn’t been with them a month yet.
“We see your potential. We have a plan to bring pain to the Silverhand, and in order for you to help you must become a full member,” Aela said.
“I’d be happy to help,” Sonin replied, just as the rock door to the forge opened and Vilkas clammered in.
“Sonin!” He yelled her name, “You have a lot of explaining to do!”
Aela and Skjor looked up at their shield brother with confusion. Sonin put her hands up defensively as to make a quick remark, but found her words cut off by a gauntlet clad hand to her throat.
“Vilkas!” Aela and Farkas said in unison.
Aela hitched an arrow at her fellow companion. Farkas pulled his brother from Sonin, who fell to the ground coughing.
“Let go of me!” Vilkas shrugged his brother’s grip off of him, “She is harboring a secret and she ran from us like a coward.”
Aela lowered her bow, “‘Is this true, Sonin?”
Sonin rubbed a hand on her throat, that was now tender and reddened, “We all have secrets Vilkas.”
“Yours seems dangerous,” Vilkas replied. Sonin eyed him from the ground, unable to will herself to her feet yet. “Do you deny it?”
“Aye,” she responded.
“Then why hide and run from Rorikstead? Why dress ready for battle, then change as soon as you get back. Are you not hiding something?” Vilkas demanded.
“Sonin?” Aela squated next to her, offering her a hand up.
Sonin took the offer, letting healing magic glow from her hand to soothe her throat, “The better question it, why did you trail me like some criminal after you attacked me in the living quarters.”
The circle members all turned to Vilkas.
“You have some explaining too brother,” Farkas was the one to speak.
“She has been distracted and scared of something today that she refuses to share, then tried to sneak off in the middle of the night like a bandit,” Vilkas defended himself.
“You attack her for this?” Aela growled protectively.
“I-,” Vilkas looked around the room to the angry faces, “I am sorry. I bring shame to myself.”
“Forgiven and forgotten brother,” Sonin turned away from the Nord quickly, “Please continue Aela.”
Skjor and Aela shared looks that spoke a secret, hidden language to each other, “We want you to join our ranks.”
“I would be happy to,” Sonin replied.
“In order to become a member of the circle, you must share in the blood of the beast. Aela has agreed to be your bearer,” Skjor stated.
“Wait. I have to become a werewolf?” Sonin questioned.
“Aye,” Aela answered.
“And if I don’t wish to become one?” She asked.
“We will not force you, but you cannot become one of us until you share the call,” Aela sounded disappointed.
“I don’t-I don’t think I can,” Sonin’s body gave off fear again, sweet as the rolls she ate today.
“There is nothing to be afraid of sister,” Aela comforted, “the first transformation is the hardest, but it gets easy from there. The pain will be brief and you will inherit the power of the beast.”
“No. I mean, I don’t think I can actually…” her voice trailed off.
“Why not?” Vilkas asked behind her.
“Brother-” Farkas tried to stop him.
Vilkas was on her again, turning her to face him and looking her in the eye, “Why would you not be able to take the blood? It does not kill.” Sonin kept her eye off of him, looking toward Farkas for comfort. “Don’t look at him,” he snapped, “tell us.”
“I need time,” Sonin lied, “to think it over.”
Vilkas could sense her lie, but Aela spoke before he could, “That’s okay sister, take your time. It’s a serious decision that you can’t come back from. Tell us when you are ready, and we will prepare the ritual.”
Farkas pulled his brother from Sonin, who then curled herself under his big arm as though to protect herself from the wolf that glared at her. She wasn’t mad at him, even if he was rough with her. She was hiding something serious from them. He had her pegged and she was fearful of being outed.
“Farkas?” Sonin began.
“You can stay with me,” he answered, already knowing her question.
“Thank you,” she clung to him until they reached his room.
“Are you okay?” Farkas asked her as she sat on his bed, untying the laces of her leggings.
“No,” she sighed and pulled them off, “Your brother has his suspensions for a reason.”
Farkas admired the thickness of her thighs, thinking they could crush melons, “You are hiding more than the reason for your scar?”
Sonin sighed again and wrapped her arms around his neck, “Aye,” she settled herself on the man’s lap. Her thighs cradled either side of his and her breasts reached his face, “It’s not something that is a threat to you or the Companions, I would never hurt anyone here.”
Farkas grunted and pressed his face to her mounds. Sonin gave a chuckle and ran her hand through his dark locks. He kissed at her exposed skin from the cut of her shirt.
“I’m sorry Farkas, I really want to tell you,” she continued, “I just-I just can’t.”
“Then don’t,” he moved his hands to her back and pressed her body closer to his.
“You trust me? Knowing..?” Her voice grew soft at her unfinished question.
“Aye,” Farkas looked up at her with lustful eyes, “You have your reasons. Didn’t know you could be a cat though.”
“How did you-?” Sonin exclaimed.
“Saw you on the roof,” he smirked.
“See? You are much smarter than people say,” she kissed his forehead, “smarter than Vilkas really.”
The man grunted again and pulled her even closer into him by her ass. Sonin felt heated already. He squeezed her buttocks hard, drawing moans from her lips. His erection was pressed against his trousers, seeking her warmth. Farkas pressed his lips to her neck and held her down tight to him. She was already wet and wanting for him and he knew it. Sonin ground her hips toward him, earning digging fingertips on her rear. She moaned again as he licked at her neck and jaw.
“Farkas,” she breathed, tightening her grasp in his hair.
He buckled against her as his roots were pulled. Sonin ground her body in his lap, feeling more confidence exploring her sexuality with him than previously. A growl came from his chest and his hands found her back, flipping her under him and onto the bed.
The surprised gasp that escaped her throat sent him into a frenzy. He kissed her neck hastily, making his way down between her legs. His nose took in her musk as he yanked off her small clothes and buried himself between her legs. Sonin panted as he devoured her, lapping at her lips. Her hands found grounding in his hair again, urging him to continue. She felt her core tighten and threaten release as Farkas pulled her over the edge. He pushed his tongue into her entrance and explored her walls. It was too much for Sonin, who gave a small cry as she climaxed. Farkas stayed put, not letting a single drop go to waste.
When her legs finally lessened their hold on his head, he moved to kiss her inner thighs. She mewled under him, too sensitive and trying to move out of his loving grasp. He growled and held her in place with a big hand to her stomach. Farkas wasn’t done with her. Sonin didn’t fight him as he slid his body up hers. His weight pressed on her, comforting but not overwhelming. She felt him pressed against her leg through his pants.
Farkas wanted to take her and she wanted to be taken. She shivered in anticipation as he removed his clothes, standing before her in his naked glory. Somehow she managed to get wetter and Farkas smelt it, making his eyes turn to gold. They shifted back almost immediately, putting Sonin at ease. Farkas had impeccable control over his wolf, so Sonin knew she would be safe.
He climbed back over her and pulled her shirt off. This was his first time seeing her completely exposed. For Sonin, it was her first time being completely exposed. She looked away from him, embarrassed. He pulled her face back toward him with a careful hand, her face reddened and cheeks rosy. Farkas thought she looked like a doe, her eyes wide at him.
His laugh rumbled in the air, “You could kill me before I knew you were doing it, yet you look like a frightened doe.”
Sonin blushed harder and turned her gaze again, “The wolf and the doe?”
“Aye,” he bit at the portion of the neck she exposed.
Sonin whimpered and wiggled under him. He pressed himself down on her, pinning her. Sonin turned to look at him when he pulled back off her neck. She felt warm under his gaze as he looked her up and down again. It was as though she was his prey that he had just caught.
“Sonin,” he whispered, “I need you.”
She smiled at that. It was no longer want, but needed driving him. He glanced down at her legs that were relaxed and laid to their sides. She was fully exposed to him and he could feel her heat on his head. He wouldn’t go further without her word though. Farkas didn’t care about the idea of virginity, nor did he hold any value in it, but he respected that other people did. Maidenhood was something that nobility valued to arrange their marriages, but warriors had no concern for it. At least for the Nords. Sonin was the only maiden in the hall at the time. None of the new bloods came in without experience.
“You do?” She asked him, sounding unsure of herself again.
He put a hand on her cheek, his hand the length of her face, “Aye.”
“Even though I am hiding a truth about me?” She questioned.
Farkas took pause. He didn’t really consider that as he made love to her. He hadn’t done anything with her until she knew about his beast blood. Her secret had to be at least as big as his for her to be concerned with it. Did it bother him?
“Would you prefer that I know before I do this? Does it matter if we are keeping things casual?” He asked back.
Sonin felt a tightness in her chest. Could she keep things between them less serious if he became the first? Did she have any real value on the idea of maidenhood. Surely not, since she had been active before now.
Farkas took her silence as the answer, “You do not know.”
Sonin shook her head, “I just feel like it would be a lie. What if you don’t like me when you discover what I am?”
Farkas laughed, “I’m a werewolf, how could you be worse?”
“True, but you being a werewolf doesn’t force your destiny,” she looked away from him.
He leaned down and kissed at her jaw, nibbling her ear, “Let us save this for another night.”
“That’s...okay?” She searched his eyes.
“Aye,” he gave her an honest smile, “I’ve always been more of a giver.”
“Well that won’t do,” Sonin leaned up and pushed on his chest, guiding him to sit down.
Farkas watched as she moved to the edge of the bed and settled on her knees in front of him. He knew where this was going and he wasn’t about to stop her. She rubbed the insides of his thighs with her soft fingers. They were too soft, thought Farkas. She had scholarly hands, not a warrior’s. He revealed in her touches, trailing up to his engorged member. Sonin stroked him with her fingertips, just enough sensation to tease him without aiding in his release. He bucked against her, drawing a small laugh.
“Patience,” she licked him from his balls to the tip.
Farkas threw his head back and gave her an honest moan. Unlike Sonin, who was self conscious about her noise level, Farkas had no worries about alerting the whole city to his pleasure. His approval gave her the motivation she needed to keep her confidence. She licked and lapped at him some more, sucking on the sides of his shaft. She trailed her fingers down each protruding vein as she worked the tip with her tongue, making circles. Farkas shot a hand to her head and encouraged her to take him in her mouth.
Sonin was happy to oblige, bobbing her head down. She took him one inch at a time, willing her throat to relax as she slid more of him in. Farkas was overtaken by how wet her mouth was, saliva pooling and dripping out down his length. He was too long to take in entirety, but Sonin made up for it by heating her hands to cover the remainder of him.
Now that she had relaxed and adjusted to him, she moved up and down. Farkas had little experience receiving in this fashion, so each and every sensation felt new and overwhelming. He couldn’t stop himself from thursting with her movements. Sonin choked a few times, but assured him it was okay and kept it up. It wasn’t long before he was fucking her throat. He came with a bellow, spilling his seed into her. Sonin swallowed it, not opposed to its salty flavor. She sucked him dry, making his toes curl. Farkas picked her up and brought her to lay on his chest. He pulled the furs over them, holding her tight.
…
Vilkas heard as his brother groaned and Sonin made wet, slurping noises. At least when it was Sonin receiving she attempted to be quiet. She didn’t disturb the non-circle members at all, but his brother? No, he wanted everyone to hear. He wanted to make it known to the entire hall. Surely even poor Tilma had heard them from upstairs through the floor.
Vilkas tried to ignore them at first, reading the legend of the dragonborn. Then when Sonin started getting close, she got a little too loud to ignore. So he repeated what he shamefully did the last time they pleasured each other. She finished before him, so he was ready to give up when he heard his brother practically howling. He didn’t need to see what was happening, the lewd noises making it clear. He thought of Sonin taking him in her mouth, looking up at him with those big brown eyes. That’s what made him finish.
…
When Vilkas saw Sonin again, she out at the courtyard. This time she was perched on the city wall, working on something with her hands. He couldn’t see what it was from his distance, but he felt too awkward to be close to her. He had been lusting over her in his chamber alone several times, now the thought of being close to her was overwhelming.
He didn’t have a choice once Sonin lifted her head up to meet his eyes. She waved him over with a cheerful expression. Vilkas felt like shit, he didn’t deserve her to be kind after he had treated her poorly from the moment she walked in. He couldn’t stop himself from walking over.
“I want your opinion on his,” she held up the object in her hands. It was an amulet made of silver in the shape of a wolf’s head, its eyes were made of a shard of ruby.
Vilkas held it up in the light to examine it, “Aye, a fine piece.”
“Would it be something that you could see yourself wearing?” She asked as he handed it back.
“Me? No, I don’t have a need for jewelry. Why do you ask?” He questioned.
“I made it for Farkas,” Sonin looked down at it, “It’s not just jewelry though. I enchanted it.”
Vilkas now noticed the slight shimmer it gave in the light was from the magic held within, “You made this?”
“Yeah. I took some classes in smithing while at the College,” She put it in her pant’s pocket, “We all learn how to enchant, but some of us take the time to learn the basics of smithing so we don’t have to rely on finding pieces to use.” Sonin pulled an amulet out from under her shirt, “This is one a friend of mine made.” Vilkas looked over the object. It was also made of silver, but had amethyst shards placed to form a tree. “It helps fortify magic. Spells are a little less draining to use for whomever wears it.”
“What did you enchant the wolf to do?” Vilkas asked.
“Ah. I’m glad you asked. It fortifies heavy armor. Makes it work better than it could without it,” Sonin smiled at the thought.
“I’m sure my brother would like it, although I’m not so sure he would wear it,” He replied.
“Would you like one?” Sonin questioned.
“Me?” He was surprised at the offer.
“Sure. I like to keep practicing when I get my hands on some ore and Eorlund has been letting me use the skyforge,” She looked up the hill, “He has also been helping me work on armor making. I’ve finally started working with iron plating.”
“I’m not sure that I would want to rely on any magic to protect me, but I thank you for the thought,” Vilkas looked to her, “Are there any skills you haven’t tried?”
Sonin paused to think it over, putting a finger to her chin. Vilkas couldn’t help but crack a small smile at the sight of her, looking like a child having to think too hard. Her lips were pursed, brow furrowed, and feet swinging. Finally she made up her mind, “I can’t swim.”
“Swim?” Vilkas repeated.
“Yeah. I know how to trade, farm, cook, smith, enchant, pick, and can even carry a tune. I never learned how to swim though,” she focused on Vilkas’ now cracked face, “Why is that so funny?”
“You can bring down a werewolf but a little water is too much?” Vilkas gave a hearty laugh.
Sonin plopped down from her perch and shoved at his chest playfully, “Hey asshole, everyone has their weaknesses.”
Vilkas grabbed her hands and kept them at his chest, “Aye,” he locked his eyes to hers.
He could see some color rise to her cheeks and felt her heart skip, but she looked away from him. Vilkas wanted to pull her in, take her lips and not let go. Judging by her smell, Sonin wouldn’t stop him. Part of Vilkas felt wrong for wanting to do that. He opted to release her hands instead of holding them like he longed to do.
“You know,” Sonin started with her gaze still averted, “I could enchant your armor or weapon if you wanted me to.”
“The companions don’t need magic,” Vilkas replied.
“Aye,” she looked back at him, “Although we’re going to ignore that your transformations are a magical one.”
Vilkas grunted much like Farkas at that response. She wasn’t wrong of course, but Vilkas thought it shouldn’t be that way. He wanted to be rid of the beast curse. Sonin said nothing as she began to walk away from him, heading for another member of their group. Athis was in the yard now, grinning at her harder than Vilkas liked him to.
The dark elf embraced Sonin, his hands low on her waist. Vilkas took some comfort that he didn’t sense any desire coming from Sonin, although he couldn’t say the same for Athis. His desires smelt rusted, lustful and wrong. Sonin handed him a dagger that she had on her hip. Vilkas didn’t even notice she had it on her. It appeared to have been recently sharpened and had the glimmer of a fresh enchantment.
Vilkas didn’t mean to keep watching them, staring as he was, but his eyes couldn’t leave her. The curve of her back, the slight jiggle of her thighs when she shifted her weight, the motion of her lips when she spoke were all like honey to a bear. Athis took notice and the corner of his lips turned up at the glaring Nord. He kept his eyes to Vilkas’ as he put an arm around Sonin’s shoulders and led her into the hall.
By this point, most members of the Companions noticed that Vilkas acted differently around Sonin. He was either too tense or too loose, never the right balance around her. It pained Vilkas in a way that he had difficulty explaining to Kodlak. The old man suggested he take Sonin out on a mission with him to help sort out his feelings. She had already gone on missions with Farkas alone, so it wouldn’t be suspicious for her to go with another circle member.
Vilkas tried to clear his head by taking some swings at the practice dummies while he figured out a way to ask her to follow him to Riften. There was word of the need for muscle at the Temple of Mara, but no details were listed in the letter. Probably had something to do with the thieves guild. The Companions were not specifically against the guild, but none of their members practiced the specialty. It was not an honorable trade.
Farkas met his brother outside after a time had passed. Vilkas saw a silver cord around his neck that wasn’t there before now, the gift from Sonin. He wanted to ask why he wore it, but didn’t want to speak to his brother. When he looked at his twin he could only think about the things he had done with Sonin that he imagined he did instead.
“Brother,” Farkas put a hand on his shoulder, “Kodlak wants you to leave tonight. There seems to be more trouble than we thought.”
“Aye,” Vilkas sighed, “thank you brother.”
“You should take Sonin,” Farkas added, “Could need a mage in Riften.”
“We never need a mage brother,” Vilkas glared at where the amulet was under his armor, “but it would be a good experience for her.”
Farkas nodded and moved out of the way for his brother to head inside. He found Sonin in the mead hall, strumming a red painted lute while propped against the railing in the far corner of the hall. Ria and Trovar were dancing, or at least attempting to, and Thelma was clapping to the beat. She wasn’t half bad at the instrument, Vilkas finding her tune pleasing.
Sonin’s eyes strayed from the fire to the war-painted man walking up to her. She glanced away before he reached her. She was nervous.
“Whelp,” Vilkas got her attention, “We’re going to Riften. Pack what you need, we’re leaving now.”
“Trouble in vice city?” Sonin smirked, “Count me in.”
Vilkas sighed at her enthusiasm. She was going to make this difficult for him. Ria and the others moaned in disapproval at their temporary bard leaving. They all went silent at the look that Vilkas shot at them. He met Sonin at the doorway of the living quarters, where he was the last time he watched her. She was in her small clothes, pulling on her armor when he arrived. Vilkas caught a glimpse of her thighs and ass as she was bent over, pulling the leggings on.
“We should get you heavier armor,” He commented, making her jump.
“We should get you a bell,” she countered,” sneaky bastard.”
“If you can’t hear me in steel, then that’s another issue,” he replied.
“Fair,” she shrugged, tightening the straps of her leather top.
“No robes today?” He questioned. She seemed to own several changes of clothes and armor.
“Not in Riften,” she snorted, “Too many hands reaching up too many places.”
“Oh, so you’ve been there?” He asked.
“No, but I remember stories from my parents. They avoided Riften like the plague after they got robbed at their wedding,” She had a far away look in her eyes as she spoke the next words, “I’ve always wanted to see the Temple though.”
“You the religious sort?” Vilkas was curious.
“No. I believe in all the divines, I’d be an idiot not to,” she slid on two rings, “but I worship none. Too fickle for me to pick any to devote myself to. If I was forced to though, Mara wouldn’t be a bad one to follow.”
“A bit romantic are we?” Vilkas teased.
“I’ll have you know I am extremely romantic when I’m not fumbling over myself,” Sonin laughed, “I just have to be comfortable.”
Vilkas shifted his weight, “Are you uncomfortable here?”
Sonin looked at him, her eyes going through him, “I-I am not sure I am comfortable anywhere.”
Vilkas stepped forward toward her, “Is there something I could do to make you feel comfortable with your home with us?”
“There’s nothing wrong here Vilkas,” Sonin grabbed her arm, “It’s me. I don’t think I’ll ever be comfortable again. Not since-” She cut herself short. Vilkas wanted to press her to continue, but felt it not his place. “It’s okay though,” she faked a smile and tossed her bag over her back, “let’s hit the road.”