Wolves no More
“I feel like a fog has lifted,” Vilkas spoke and inspected his limbs like they never existed before now, “I forgot what it felt like before the beast blood. This is how a warrior should feel! Free.”
Sonin smiled at him, “Farkas? You ready?”
“Aye,” he stepped up to the fire and threw the witch's head in.
Farkas’ wolf was physically bigger than Vilkas’, but no more ferocious. Aela fired arrows from a distance while Vilkas rushed it from the front. Sonin kept up defensive wards for him. It was downed in no time between the three of them.
Farkas hit the ground, Sonin rushing to his side. He looked up at her confused, his eyes more blue than silver now. Then a huge grin spread across his face.
“I can’t smell you,” he stated before standing and squeezing the little Breton, “I can’t hear your heart!”
“All good things I suppose?” Sonin chuckled and patted his arms to put her down.
“Yes,” he took a deep breath, “This is how I should feel.”
“I have to ask one thing of the both of you,” Sonin cast her eyes away momentarily, “Does this change the way you both feel toward me? Now that you’re not wolves I’d assume that marking business is over.”
“Yes and no,” Aela replied, “The mark doesn’t pull them, but they both still clearly love you.”
“Is that true?” Sonin turned to look at Vilkas.
“Aye,” he looked at his twin, “It feels different, but still good.”
“I see,” Sonin smiled at that reassurance, “Well, let's go back home.”
“As you wish Harbinger,” Vilkas replied.
“Please don’t call me that. I’m just Sonin,” she countered, “Dragonborn is enough.”
…
Sonin took the few hours left in the day after returning to Jorrvaskr to clean up some of her new room. Kodlak’s things needed to be stored or given out. She kept the ingredients laying around, including a daedra heart of all things. She had already moved her things out of the twin’s room and into her new spacious one.
A knock sounded at the door and caught her attention, “Yes?”
“It’s me,” Vilkas announced.
“Come in,” she replied as she closed another box of Kodlak’s things.
“Ah, I see you are settling already,” he looked at her hopefully, “Does this mean you’ll stay?”
“For now,” Sonin answered, “But I still have to do something about the Dragons. It’s sure to take me away from things.”
“Well…” Vilkas trailed off awkwardly. He didn’t know how to carry this conversation that was sure to led to further apologies.
“I accept your earlier apology Vil,” Sonin walked over and grabbed his hand, “Like it never happened. We’re okay.”
“Thank the divines,” the tension left his shoulders, “I love you Sonin.”
“I love you too, Vilkas,” Sonin replied.
“Marry me?” He asked.
“Vilkas-”
“Please!” He begged and pulled her in for a hug, “I’m just a man now, no wolf making me hurt you.”
“I’m not looking for a husband Vilkas,” Sonin sighed but hugged him back, “You know this.”
“But if you were?” He questioned.
“I don’t know,” she averted her gaze, “There’s so many of you men wanting things from me.”
“Farkas would understand,” Vilkas missed the point.
“Not just him,” Sonin sighed again.
“The thief?” Vilkas pushed her out by the shoulder to look her square in the face, “You would consider that scum?”
“And this is where you fuck up again Vilkas, wolf or no. Stop being so damn possessive. It’s not just Bryn now either.”
“You aren’t seriously considering the mark Athis accidentally gave you?” Vilkas responded in disbelief.
“I don’t know my feeling for Athis yet,” Sonin explained, “That’s the problem. I can’t commit my everything to any one person if I can’t sort out my feelings for others.”
Vilkas sighed and pulled her back into him, “I’m sorry. I’ll wait as long as you need.”
Sonin chuckled softly, “Please don’t wait up. If there is someone else that catches your eye, go for it.”
Vilkas looked down at her in disbelief again at her words, “Sonin, I-”
“Knock, knock,” Farkas interrupted, pulling the door wide open, “Oh.”
“Nothing is going on,” Sonin spoke to him, “What do you need?”
Farkas set down his two tankards of honey mead, “You, but I can wait.”
“No need,” Sonin pulled herself out of Vilkas’ iron grip, “Mead for me?” Farkas nodded. “Great,” she took the tankard and downed it in three large gulps.
The twins watched her throat stretch to accommodate the liquid, both thinking filthy things.
“What did you say?” Farkas sighed to his twin.
“Me? Nothing,” Vilkas lied.
“The fucker proposed!” Sonin exclaimed.
“Did you accept?” Farkas sounded heartbroken.
“No,” Sonin downed Farkas’ tankard, “You both will be my death, forget the dragons.”
An awkward silence stretched between the three of them.
“Sex now?” Sonin asked.
Farkas laughed and walked over to the petite woman. Vilkas spoke, “Sure you don’t want Athis?”
“So jealous,” Sonin rolled her eyes, “For all you know I could want Ulfric. He is quite the Nord.”
Farkas puffed his chest, “I’m twice the Nord!”
“Prove it.”
…
Vilkas took her mouth, a twisted handful of hair in his hand gripping hard and directing her to bob back and forth. Farkas pounded her from the back, having already spilled into her once but remaining hard for another round. His semen making a viscous lubricant.
“I don’t think I’ll last much longer here,” Vilkas spoke to his brother, using Sonin like a piece of meat. It had been a long time since they shared a woman like this.
“I already came,” Farkas groaned as his second orgasm hit. It felt so much different being human again.
“Switch?” Vilkas suggested.
“Mghdmshrf-” Sonin tried to suggest around his cock.
Vilkas withdrew to let her speak, “What is it you want woman?”
“Farkas, like that thing Argis did with you,” Sonin begged, “Please.”
Vilkas raised a brow as his brother blushed intensely, “Maybe not that with my brother, but…”
Farkas directed Vilkas to lay under Sonin, sliding into her slick slit, “You did a number in here brother.”
Farkas laughed and pressed himself against her asshole. Sonin brought a hand around and cast a warming spell to make her muscles relax to better allow the intrusion. The three thrusted in unison, sending Sonin pushing forward and craving more.
Spit dribbled out of her open mouth as she let her moans fill the hall, no longer ashamed of such things here. She was the leader now after all. Sonin didn’t have to care anymore. Athis heard her from his room, formerly Skjor’s. His cock was hard and ached to fill some part of the Breton. Still having his wolf blood, the mark called to him.
Vilkas pawed her breasts as Farkas took his turn on her hair. They all turned to face the door as it creaked open. Athis came into the room, eyes glazed over as his wolf’s protective instincts took over.
He was not Vilkas and neither was his wolf, “Room for one more?”
“No-”
“-Yes.”
“-Yes.”
“What?” Vilkas turned to his brother, who shrugged. “I’m not sharing a hole with that Dunmer.”
“My mouth’s open,” Sonin blushed deeply.
“Fine,” Vilkas huffed.
Athis didn’t wait for Vilkas to disapprove again, freeing himself and sliding into her lips. Vilkas wasn’t happy with it, but wanted to finish before leaving. Farkas found himself intrigued at the sight of Athis’ gray cock. It was slender and much prettier than his and his brother’s. It made his own erection twitch.
Sonin noticed but said nothing, doubling her efforts to slam down against the twins. Athis filled her mouth but didn’t take up a painful amount of her throat. She was able to breathe as she sucked him off.
Their four way coupling was heard throughout the hall, ending as after a few minutes with a very full Sonin spilling from every end. Vilkas left after getting dressed, not wanting to see Athis any longer. Athis left also, going to train. Only Farkas stayed and waited for Sonin to clean herself off.
“So Farkas,” Sonin raised a brow, “When are you going to explore your desire for men?”
“What?” Farkas had been thinking of it, but never spoke on it with anyone.
“You are clearly interested in Athis. Ask him, worse thing he’ll do is turn you down. I’m sure there are plenty of men here that would like to lay with you,” Sonin stroked his cheek, “You’re a handsome man.”
“You...you want me to sleep with other people?” Farkas questioned.
“I want you to be happy, even if that means ending this,” Sonin answered.
“Can-can I do both?” Farkas asked.
“So long as you take your cure disease draughts, yeah,” She smiled as he looked relieved, “I wish Argis was here still, he was curious about you too.”
“He told you that?” Farkas ws surprised.
“In passing before...well. It doesn’t matter now. Thought you might want to know,” Sonin hugged him, “I miss him so much.”
Farkas hugged her back, “Aye. I miss him too.”
…
“Who wants a drink?” Sonin asked the companions eating dinner in the hall with her.
Lydia was across the room, playing with Vigilance (she would never admit loving that hound). Farkas and Vilkas were to either side of her, Athis also close by. Ria and Njada were making eyes at each other and Torvar making eyes at both of them.
“I do!” Torvar yelled.
“We all know you do,” Sonin teased and left to bring out a barrel of mead.
Everyone cheered as Aela came over and tapped the barrel, pouring tankard after tankard of the sweet drink. The Companions went around telling stories of their conquests and jobs. Everyone quieted a bit more when it was Sonin talking because she was the Harbinger, it made her feel strange. Not being able to take the respect of the new role, she excused herself for the night. Lydia made to follow but Sonin held out a hand to stop her.
Silently, Sonin made her way to the Bannered Mare, where no one would treat her differently. There were many new faces there that night, one of which was a young Breton that caught her eye. She didn’t meet many of her race here in Skyrim, and definitely not handsome ones like this one.
Maybe it was the drink in her system, but she felt warmed at his glance toward her. He winked and she felt herself pool. It was strange but not unwelcome. The stranger made his way toward her seat at the bar with a sly smile on his face. His teeth were too white and his dimples killer. Sonin felt like she was about to have an orgasm as soon as he sat beside her and touched her shoulder.
“You look like someone who can hold their liquor. How about a friendly contest to win a staff?” He asked her, his voice sending shivers down her spine.
“Your staff or a staff?” Sonin boldly teased with a wink.
“Oh haha, I like you!” He replied, “No, this staff,” he held out a black staff, beautifully carved with a rose at the end.
“Where did you get a daedric staff?” Sonin’s eyes went wide and so did the stranger.
“You recognise this?” He questioned.
“I was in line to be Archmage at the College of Winterhold,” Sonin answered, “Of course I recognize a daedric enchantment.”
“Oh well,” the man stuttered for his next words, “Let me introduce myself. I’m Sam Guevenne, conjurer. This staff is mine and I’m looking for a good time. How about a drinking game for the staff?”
“I don’t think so, this seems fishy,” Sonin wrinkled her nose.
Sam knew she was too smart for this and snapped his fingers to make her drink stronger and impair her abilities to think. He watched her down the whole thing and gasped at the strength.
“Well, if you don’t think you’re up for the challenge…”
“No, waitsh,” Sonin slurred, “You’re on mage boy.”
With each drink Sonin swayed and her small clothes became useless, until finally she passed out.