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Chapter Sixty-Three: Northwatch Keep


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“Everyone understand what you're to do?” asked Nora of her people, looking from masked face to masked face.

 

“Keep the masks and robes on at all times,” said Eldawyn, her tone showing her impatience. “Especially when we get around the prisoners. Talk through the masks and use illusion magic if we have it. I think we all have it.”

 

Nora nodded. She wanted to take down this Thalmor operation. She had no illusions that it wouldn't be replaced, and soon. And she wanted the Thalmor to have no idea who had hit them. They might guess, but without proof she doubted if the Imperial authorities would give them help. She was going to run this like a Minuteman commando raid, with magic. Only problem was the enemy also had magic.

 

It was dusk. They had spent the entire day resting up, then practicing, getting ready for the night. Nora wanted as much darkness as possible for their insertion. It would aid them in causing confusion with illusion spells, casting darkness and light as needed. All of her people were good at moving silently, with the exception of Valdimar, who still moved like a bull. They had masks and robes to cover their faces and easily distinguishable armor. Nora planned for every Thalmor in the keep to die, but if one did happen to teleport away, she wanted that person to have a very indistinct recollection of what they had seen.

 

She had thought about soul trapping the Thalmor, something she thought of as justice in their case. However, she didn't think she would have time to cast individual soul traps, and soul cloak was out, since she didn't want to risk her own people getting trapped. Sure, she knew how to free souls now, but things could still happen.

 

They were about a mile from the fortress, the horses a mile further back, Valdimar guarding them. The big man didn't like being left out, but Nora had finally convinced him. As it was, with the proper spells and acting, the six women and the Khajiit could pass themselves off to the prisoners as Bosmer, a people known to hate the Thalmor. But the big Nord would stick out like a sore thumb. There had been mention of killing the prisoners so there would be no witnesses, and after all they would then go on to their afterlife, but Nora would hear none of that. They were innocents, or at least as innocent as anyone taken by the Altmer soldiers. She would see them freed. After that it was up to them to get to safety.

 

The eyes behind the masks looked every which way, the sign of anxiety. Nora felt anxious herself. She had run missions similar to this back in the Commonwealth, though usually only involving herself and one other, and with tech in the place of magic. There were some advantages here, and Nora brought the Blink spell to mind, short range teleportation that she was hoping to use extensively during this assault. And then her medium range teleport spell would help establish an alibi when she and party were seen in Solitude less than an hour after the assault. The arrogant elves would not countenance the idea that inferior humans could use such spells.

 

The Dragonborn had worked on her spell writing abilities over the last couple of weeks when they had an hour or so in an evening. She hadn't worked on something that had already been scribed, that she had learned from a tome. No, she worked on something much more difficult, something she hadn't learned from a tome. The adept level Psijic teleportation spell, Blink. She had scribed three of the tomes, putting in everything she could think of with her experience with the spell. Then given one each to Eldawyn, J'Zargo and Sofia. Eldawyn and the Khajiit had mastered it well enough. The Altmer could blink about the same distance Nora could, seventy yards. J'Zargo about ten yards less, while Sofia could only manage just under twenty. Still, it would give all of them an advantage in combat against other mages, who had no way of stopping a teleporter from appearing right beside them and killing them in an instant.

 

“Okay,” she whispered to her people, crouching about eighty yards from the front gate of the fortress. “They have people on the wall and all the towers.” Nora used the shout Aura Whisper, not really a shout by volume, but one that gave her the power to see life through walls. “There are maybe ten in the forward courtyard, another five in the rear.”

 

“Seems like an awful lot for an evening,” said Eldawyn, eyes wide. “What in the hell is going on?”

 

They heard voices approaching from the beach, Altmer, laughing. They saw the torches coming up, a large party of at least twenty Thalmor, with forty or so people in rags, shivering in the cold, hemmed in by the guard.

 

“Maybe we should call this off,” whispered Sofia, watching the approaching Thalmor in alarm.

 

No, thought Nora, glaring at her follower for making the suggestion. The Thalmor were going to pay for their crimes, right here, right now. And those people were going to be freed.

 

“We wait,” she whispered, shaking her head. “The escorting group will leave after they turn their prisoners over, and everything will calm down.”

 

It passed as Nora thought. There was much talking and laughing as the bastards turned their prisoners over to the tender mercies of the Thalmor Justiciars. The Dragonborn was raging inside, waiting for her chance at revenge for Arelwaen and her flock. In about an hour the guard party walked out of the fortress, moving back down the beach to the long ship they had come in. The prisoners had been taken into the prison, and most of the outer guards retired to the warmth of the inside. Aura Whisper showed that there were still a half dozen Thalmor on the walls, with another three inside the twin courtyards.

 

“Okay. We know where they are, so this is how we are going to do it.”

 

* * *

 

Tallisar had been hoping he would be able to spend the night in the fortress, in the warmth. Skyrim was so damned cold, and the soldier was counting on going back to the Isles when his posting was over. The warm, colorful Isles, a paradise compared to Skyrim, the land of snow and louts. Well, when my shift is over I can see about reacquainting myself with Mariwean, thought the horny Thalmor, his only care about getting the time to pass so he could have a warm room, a warm body.

 

He felt the air move behind him, impossible, since he had just looked that direction. Before he could turn a strong hand had wrapped itself around his helmet and pulled his head back, while a blade as sharp as the Pits of Oblivion was drawn across his throat. The last thing he saw as he fell to the stones was another shadowy figure, bow drawn and releasing an arrow.

 

* * *

 

They took down everyone on the walls with barely a sound, only one quick gasp from a Thalmor as an arrow penetrated her chest. A voice of a Thalmor in the courtyard called up, alarmed that something might be going on and having no idea what. Nora, Eldawyn and J'Zargo blanketed them with Ice Storm spells, as quiet as a winter snow, not the loud explosions of fireball. They snuffed the life out of the three Thalmor, including a wizard, in the courtyard in an instant.

 

Nora motioned for everyone to gather on her tower, then sent them signals to stay put while she scouted out both courtyards. She found the three dead Thalmor, then retreated into the shadows as the door to the keep opened and a Thalmor wizard came out.

 

“Izgadrel, Thanis. Where are you? Dinner's on the table, and you're about to miss out.”

 

The woman had shouted in Altmer, a language in which Nora was now as fluent as a native speaker. The Dragonborn moved silently toward her, keeping to the shadows, until she cast blink and appeared right behind her. Nora slammed a knife hand into the side of the wizard's neck, stunning her, then pulling her down to the ground where a quick thrust through the throat and into the spine sent her to whatever afterlife the bastards aspired to. Nora hoped that it was long and boring, or at least painful. A wave of her hand and the others were with her, ten yards from the door.

 

“Okay, just like we planned. One warrior to each mage, and we'll use blink to get into position for the best results. If it all goes to shit just kill every Thalmor you can get to. And take care to not kill the prisoners in case they are not all in the cells.”

 

Nora entered through the door first, casting invisibility as soon as she was in the room. Eldawyn cast the same spell, and there were two invisible assassins in the chamber that was empty of Thalmor. Nora moved forward on cats’ feet, making nary a sound, her other people following, tracking her by instinct. The next chamber was also empty, though the sound of voices, chatting and laughing, carried from the next room in.

 

Nora whistled softly to her people, letting them know she was moving, then heading through the short corridor into the next chamber. That chamber was full of people, sitting at a half dozen tables or at the bar. The tables groaned under platters of smoking venison, plates of potatoes and vegetables on the sides. All of the Thalmor had full plates in front of them, bottles of beer or glasses of wine beside their food. All were comfortable and relaxed, most out of their armor. It looked like it could have come out of a Thalmor recruiting poster if such existed on this world. Join the Thalmor, see the world, live it up. Nora almost chuckled at that thought before getting serious. She had come here to kill these people, and levity was not called for.

 

She whistled softly again, and a couple of the Thalmor looked up and over at the entrance, confused expressions on their faces. Nora materialized in front of them as she sent Ice Storm into the room. As the cold hit most of the Thalmor were coming out of their seats, grabbing at weapons with frostbit hands or making the motions of casting spells. Those were the last moves they would ever make, as Ice Storm came in from the hands of Eldawyn and J'Zargo to settle over the room, snuffing out the candles of their lives. One, on the edge of the effect, tried to stumble out of the room. An Ice Spike from Sofia caught the man in the back. He fell to his knees with a cry and another spike took him in the back of the head, sending him to the same place his fellows had gone moments before.

 

“What's going on in there?” called out an authoritative voice, just before another wizard came into the room.

 

Nora blinked in beside him and slit his throat just as a cry was issuing from his mouth, to die in a croak.

 

“We move in fast now,” said Nora, looking back at her people. “Kill any Altmer we come across. But be careful you're not targeting Eldawyn.”

 

“I'd appreciate that,” said the Altmer in a soft voice, hurrying up to be beside Nora as the Dragonborn moved quickly through the corridor into the next room.

 

The party moved swiftly, catching mostly Thalmor who were aware that something was going on, just not what. Who would attack them in their heavily fortified prison? People avoided this place; they didn't come here to challenge the mighty Thalmor. And before many of them could figure out what was going on they were dead.

 

Nora blinked in right in front of a Thalmor officer, from the looks of him the man in charge, thrusting a knife into his throat before he could do anything. They overran the rest of the prison just as easily, only having a pitched battle in the section before the cells, where all the torture devices were set. There was blood everywhere, but no rotting bodies, the fastidious elves not allowing such where they lived. And two prisoners stretched out groaning on a rack. There were three prepared Thalmor there who stood not a chance against seven warriors who struck with speed and fury.

Nora cast another illusion spell, then called out to her people in a voice that sounded like that of a Bosmer female. “Free those Nords. We'll let some of the other prisoners see to them.”

 

Those other prisoners were in the next chamber, over sixty of them in twenty cells. Most were indeed Nords, though there were a few Khajiit and Argonians as well. Nora used the keys she had found on one of the bodies in the torture chamber to unlock the cells, giving the mass of them a practiced greeting.

 

“You are free, thanks to the Valenwood Liberation Front. Death to the Thalmor oppressors. Now, grab whatever you can and get out of here. Hide, run, seek the aid of friends.”

 

There were many shouted questions, but Nora and her people ignored them all. They wanted to say nothing that might give them away to any Thalmor that might question caught escapees.

The party did a quick search of the fortress, grabbing things which could be valuable, but not so rare as to scream Thalmor origin. Finally they looted the dining hall, taking as much food as they could carry, along with bottles of beer and wine. Once in the courtyard the mages blinked the party in several jumps back to the horses.

 

“Okay, everyone out of your robes and masks,” said Nora, pointing to the ground.

 

“How did it go, my Thane?” asked Valdimar, counting heads to make sure everyone had made it.

 

“We got in, we got out, and all the prisoners are free,” said a smiling Nora, sending flames into the pile of discarded clothing, turning it to ash. “Now, let's get our asses to Solitude and establish an alibi.”

 

It took an hour of medium distance jumps to reach the city, where they stabled the horses and walked through town to the Blue Palace, making sure they were seen along the way. Elisif was delighted to have the unexpected guests, offering them a dinner they declined, since all had eaten their fill of the Thalmor food on the way. Still, they stayed up for some conversation. Nora felt good about the night's work. Over sixty prisoners freed, forty or so Thalmor no longer infesting the land, and over a hundred and fifty filled black soul gems to work on.

 

* * *

 

“My Lady,” reported the Thalmor senior wizard as soon as he popped into existence in the embassy. “I have grave news.”

 

“What is it,” said Elenwen, looking up from her dinner with tired eyes. “I've had a hard day, so if it can wait?”

 

“I've just come from Northwatch Keep. It, it...”

 

Elenwen felt a chill run up her spine. Tragdur was one of the most cold-blooded men she had ever met, something that made him an asset to their operations in Skyrim. If it bothered him?

 

“Spit it out, man.”

 

“The guard force was slaughtered. All of them. And we caught a couple of the escaped prisoners who were too slow in vacating the area. They swore the prison was assaulted by a horde of Bosmer, claiming to be with the Valenwood Liberation Front.”

 

“The what?” gasped the ambassador, grasping onto something of less consequence so her mind could deal with the deaths of over forty people under her command. “I've never heard of that.”

 

“They were robed and wore masks, and the woman we recaptured said their spokeswoman sounded like a Bosmer.”

 

Elenwen could think of many spells that could do that. What if? She had a suspicion. A certain outsider who commanded growing powers of magic, was a great warrior, and had the power of the Voice as well. With a party of mages and warriors second to none.

 

“Camiilwe,” she shouted, getting the attention of the secretary, who came running into the chamber in her night clothes.

 

“Ma'am,” said the shaken secretary, who while not sure why she had been summoned, knew that being called out of bed on an evening was never a good thing with the erratic ambassador.

 

“I want to know the whereabouts of the Dragonborn, Nora Jane Adams, this evening.”

 

 

“Right now?”

“Yes, right now. Unless you want to face punishment for insubordination.”

 

The face of the secretary went pale. All knew the kinds of punishments that Elenwen demanded. Confinement for extended periods. Even torture. She was hated and feared by all of her staff, and the Ambassador would take hated as long as fear accompanied it.

 

“Right away, my Lady.”

 

“You think the Dragonborn of these Nords might be responsible. But no one mentioned the big Nord brute they travel with.”

 

“No. The woman is not stupid, and if she wanted to cover her tracks she would leave him behind. If it was her.” Elenwen thought for a moment. She could demand that the Dragonborn come in for questioning, but tensions were already high between the Aldmeri Dominion and the Empire. Unless she had proof that the woman was guilty as charged, her hands were tied. Plus, if they had taken out over forty Thalmor, what would an arrest party be facing? If she had proof she might be able to convince Tullius to apprehend her, not risking any of her own people. Now that would be delicious.

 

“Make sure the prison is garrisoned,” she told the senior wizard.

 

“You mean to continue operations there?” asked the incredulous man.

 

“Of course. Our hidden enemy wants it shut down, which is the last thing we will give them. And round up enough suspects to fill the cells. They demand filled soul gems back in the capital, and I intend to give them to our glorious leaders.

 

* * *

 

“They weren't all evil bastards, were they?” asked Nora, seeing the expressions of the Altmer faces as they knew they were on the verge of dying.

 

“Nora,” admonished Eldawyn. “Don't. No, they might not have all been evil, but they followed evil masters in a dark cause. You didn't have the time to separate out the ones that needed killing from the ones who might eventually be repentant.”

 

“I know that,” said Nora with a sigh. “It's just that we killed so many, and I hate to think we might have ended some soldiers who really didn't want to be there.”

 

“And how did you do it on your world?” asked Valdimar, sitting with the two female Housecarls on either side of him. From the grins on the faces of the young women they had thoughts of the games they would later play with their male compatriot.

 

“We killed all that wouldn't surrender,” said Nora, frowning. “Unless they were raiders. Then we killed them all. And I still hated it, just like I hated doing this. Even though we freed so many people, and now have souls to free.”

 

“Girls,” said Eldawyn, looking at the Housecarl's. “I think Nora needs the company of Valdimar more than you do tonight. Okay?”

Both nodded, not really understanding why their Thane was beating herself up over killing Thalmor. She had seemed so upbeat with Elisif, though the topic of Northwatch Keep had not come up. Elisif and her court had taken to their beds when the party swore they had eaten their fill on the road, and only the group was still up, drinking their ill-gotten gains from the Keep.

 

“Another time, you big lug,” said Lydia, clearly disappointed, but willing to let her Thane have what she needed. Jordis just nodded, and the two girls left the table hand in hand to go have some fun of their own.

 

Valdimar gave her what she needed that night, pounding his cock hard into the Dragonborn's pussy, giving her a trio of orgasms before he came deep inside her, groaning in pleasure. Eldawyn kissed Nora and played with her tits, at times reaching down to rub her friend's clit.

 

“My turn,” said the Altmer when the man had finished in Nora.

 

“A few minutes, my Lady,” said Valdimar. “I need just a little time to get it up again.”

 

“Oh, I think we can help you with that,” said Nora, moving down to lick at the Housecarl's balls while Eldawyn swallowed his cock.

 

It didn't take long, and soon Eldawyn was straddling him in a reverse cowgirl position, presenting her clit and the man's balls to the questing tongue of Nora. Eldawyn rode the man through a series of orgasms until he couldn't hold back and shot his load into the tight pussy of the Altmer. As Valdimar's cock softened and came out of Eldawyn's pussy, Nora moved in and lapped the cum flowing out of the Altmer.

 

The six hours sleep Nora got was restful, the nightmares held at bay, for which she was grateful to her friends. Morning came too soon regardless, and the party had an early breakfast with Elisif and Falk. Sybille sat with them sipping on wine.

 

“Where to next?” asked the Jarl, basking in the company of true friends.

 

“I have a couple of errands to perform for the College over in Eastmarch,” said Nora, eliciting a frown from Elisif as she mentioned Ulfric's hold. But she had delayed in finishing Olivia's task for too long. “Then it's back to the College to get the master's quests.”

 

“You have done the impossible, Nora,” said Stentor, smiling at the Dragonborn. “The few mages that reach master's status normally take multiple decades to get there. Amazing what you have accomplished in such a short time.”

 

“But so much more to do,” said Nora after swallowing a bite of egg. “I still have to learn and master that level of spells. Not an easy thing.”

 

“You'll do it,” said Elisif, pride in her friend coming out in her tone. “And when you do?”

 

“When I do I have no more excuses to not face Alduin,” said Nora, closing her eyes and imagining that confrontation.

 

“There's a piece of the puzzle missing, from what you have told us,” said Falk, a concerned expression on his face. “Wasn't there something about learning a shout the ancient Nords used to bring him down?”

 

“There is. And I'm not sure the Greybeards are going to be happy to give it to me. Perhaps with enough magic, and my power armor and weapons, I can just blast him out of the sky.”

 

“Alduin is not like other dragons,” cautioned Sybille. “Remember, you told us of the impression he made on you. He's an aspect of Akatosh, the Dragon God, and I don't think even your weapons are going to be enough. Best to learn that shout.”

 

Nora did remember how she had felt during her last confrontation with Alduin. How she was so far beneath him in his magnificence. How helpless. She had gotten so much more powerful since then, but she would only have one shot at this thing. Best to be sure and have every weapon possible.

 

“You are right, Sybille. I'll only have the one chance. And if I come close to defeating him and he flies away I have also lost. After all, he's a dragon, with the power of flight. He can avoid me, or engage when he wants. While I have no such options.”

 

“You are wise, Nora Jane Adams,” said the Vampire Mage, nodding. “Kynareth made a wise choice in selecting you.”

 

“I'm not sure how that came about,” said Nora, who remembered something said about her having the Dragon Blood, and being the only real choice. How in the hell was that possible when she had been born on Earth? And something was still lurking in the back of her mind. Some comment from the Goddess that she couldn't remember. And with her memory it seemed unlikely anything important would just slip her mind. Which pointed to the Goddess erasing that memory. Only it hadn't been fully successful, or she wouldn't have that nagging suspicion in the back of her mind.

 

The party said their farewells and got their horses from the stables, then rode some miles out of the city before Nora started them on their jumps. They stopped just south of Rorikstead, the afternoon still ahead of them but an important task there as well.

 

They camped about a mile in from the road in a patch of woods that concealed them from the prying eyes. And there Nora, Eldawyn and J'Zargo went to work freeing the souls from the gems.

 

The spirits gathered one by one, looking gratefully at their liberators before walking away and fading from the world. Everyone felt good about this work, rescuing souls trapped and awaiting their use in an enchantment that would sentence them to an eternity of misery. That task done, the exhausted mages took a meal and headed for their beds. Sofia and Valdimar took first watch, and the two young Housecarl's sat up with them, whispering among themselves and casting glances at the big man. Sofia got the message, and went to her own tent by herself with a slight smile on her face, imagining what would be going on after the Lydia and Jordis' shift was over.

 

* * *

 

Lydia and Jordis worked on the rising cock of Valdimar, who looked down on their eager young faces and thought he was in Sovngarde. All the women would permit was oral, but that was enough for the man to really enjoy himself. They licked up and down his shaft, stopping for a moment to kiss both sides. Lydia took his cock into her mouth and worked it with her tongue while Jordis went after his balls with hers.

 

“That feels so good,” said the man as they kissed with the head of his cock between them. Jordis was still new at this game, and inexperienced, but her enthusiasm was exciting to watch. Lydia had gotten very good, and the only one in the party that Valdimar thought better at oral was Nora.

 

“How about this,” said Lydia, going down his shaft until her lips were at the base, the end of his cock lodged in her throat. She licked his balls for several moments while she massaged his head with her throat, then pulled off, gagging.

 

“Don't do too much,” cautioned Valdimar, running his hands through the lustrous brown hair of the Housecarl.

 

“Can I try some?” asked Jordis shyly, running her hand down the shaft.

 

“Don't try to do what Lydia did,” said Valdimar, reaching over and running one hand down her blond strands.

 

Jordis took the head in her mouth, something she had only attempted one time before. She slurped at the cock as she worked her way down, sending waves of pleasure radiating from Valdimar's penis and through his body. He groaned his appreciation as Jordis continued down, until he could feel his cock at the entrance to her throat. She pushed down a bit more, started gagging, and quickly withdrew.

 

Lydia laughed. “Not as easy as it looks. Don't worry. You'll get it.”

 

“Keep going and you'll have me coming in no time,” said Valdimar, a wide smile on his face.

 

Lydia had proven to be very proficient at swallowing a load. She seemed to enjoy it, whether because she liked the taste, or because of the effect it had on the man, he didn't know. All he knew was she attacked his dick while he was coming like she was a starving woman.

 

“You're going to make me pop,” he groaned, and Lydia stopped, then held out her hand to stop Jordis as well. She rolled over onto her back and pulled Valdimar toward her with her considerable strength. Lydia was built like a warrior woman. Not meaning that she didn't have curves, and soft skin, especially on her inner thighs. She had large firm breasts with the most delightful pink nipples topping them. The wide hips of a born birther, she used the strength in those hips to generate sword strikes and shield bashes as powerful as most men. Jordis was built much the same, though her breasts were smaller.

 

“What do you want, dear?” asked Valdimar, not quite believing what she was maneuvering him onto.

 

“I want you to take me, Valdimar,” she said in a hushed and breathless voice. “I want you to make me a real woman.”

 

“Are you sure? I thought you wanted to save yourself for your wedding night.”

“Well,” said Lydia, propping herself up on one arm for a moment. “I've been thinking. I might never meet the man I am supposed to marry, and it would be a shame to die without experiencing what you and the others seem to enjoy so much. So yes, I'm sure.”

 

“Let me check something first,” said the man, moving down to her labia and giving them a lick, sending shudders into Lydia's body. He moved her lips aside and looked in, frowning for a moment, then pushed a finger in. “How does that feel?”

 

“Good,” she said. “I can't wait to feel the real thing in me.”

 

“You have no hymen, my dear.”

 

“But, that's impossible. I have never had a man.”

 

“But you ride horses, and many a Nord maid has lost her maidenhead in that manner, torn by riding. Nothing to be ashamed about. Besides, very few Nord women go to their wedding beds as virgins, so your future husband will likely not care.” He moved the finger in and out, hearing a moan from the woman, then continued with two.

 

“You're very tight, but well lubricated enough. So we will go very slow, okay. If you're still sure you want to do this.”

 

“I want you to be the first, Valdimar,” said Lydia in a husky voice. “All the other women sing your praises, so I thought it should be a caring and gentle man like you. At least the first time.”

 

“Okay,” said Valdimar, moving himself into position between Lydia's wide-open legs. He was about to place his cock at her entrance when he felt her own hand grip him and move him into place. Kissing Lydia on the lips he started to shove himself in, just an inch, letting her pussy grow accustomed to him. He fed it to her an inch at a time. Several times she grunted, and he looked into her face to make sure that she was okay. Both times she smiled and nodded her head, and he continued in.

 

“You are so tight, girl.”

 

“That's good, right?”

 

“The best. Men like a tight pussy, and yours is the tightest I have been in for quite some time. Well, except for Lady Nora's, but then she's something entirely special. But yes, you feel delightful.”

 

“I'm glad,” she gasped, wrapping her legs around him.

 

“Just wait a moment,” he said, moving his cock out just an inch, then back in. “Let yourself adjust. This isn't a race, and I want your first time to be special.”

 

Lydia laughed. “How could it not be with you.”

 

Valdimar laughed as well. He knew he was not the best-looking man in the world. But he was a well-trained lover, both by Jarl Idgrod, then by Nora and Eldawyn. He knew how to love a woman, and he loved having that ability. As the pussy relaxed a bit around him he started half thrusts, in and out, gently.

 

“That feels so good,” groaned Lydia.

 

You haven't felt anything yet, he thought, making his thrusts deeper, still slow, but feeling every inch of her amazing pussy walls, and letting her experience every inch of his cock. He kissed her again, deeper, then captured a nipple in his mouth and worked it with his tongue. Lydia groaned more, louder, faster, and he sped up his thrusting.

 

“By the Gods,” cried Lydia as her orgasm took her. Valdimar felt proud. Many women couldn't come from intercourse the first time. Some never did, but Lydia had a responsive body, one he was enjoying even as he brought enjoyment to her.

 

“Anything I can do?” asked Jordis, lying on the bed with the couple.

 

“Play with her tits, and if you can reach her clit, rub it gently. And when I tell you to play with my balls.”

 

Jordis nodded but said not a word, captivated by the spectacle before her. Valdimar was now plunging all the way into the tight depths of Lydia's pussy, then withdrawing almost all the way out. Her cries were short and sharp as he slapped his groin against hers. He felt the familiar feeling of his semen about to erupt just as she launched into another orgasm, but he held back until she had come down.

 

“I can finish in you, or outside of you. What do you want?”

 

“Come in me,” she demanded. “I want to feel it.”

 

“Okay. But make sure you drink a potion afterwards, unless you want to risk carrying a little Valdimar inside you for nine months.”

 

Valdimar kept thrusting, varying his angle, his depth, every trick he could think of to make this coupling very special for his friend. She started to come again, her back arcing to the point where the man started to worry that it might break. “Now,” he said to Jordis, and felt her young hand, roughened with the callouses of a swordsman, gently grab his balls and move them in his sack. From there his entire awareness was on his cock and the wet hot sleeve around it, as he gushed spurt after spurt of cum into the welcoming tunnel.

 

“Wow,” said Lydia as Valdimar kissed her again, then removed his weight and rolled off of her. “That was so amazing. Thank you. And why did I wait so long.”

 

“People wait until they are ready,” said Valdimar, smiling as he looked into the woman's pretty green eyes. “One day Jordis will be ready.”

 

“Not today,” said the blond, shaking her head.

 

“Well, I would be honored if you selected me to be your first, but that will be up to you. Now on your back, wench,” said Valdimar, giving Jordis' buttocks a light slap. “I've got pussy to eat, and no one leaves this tent unsatisfied.”

 

And hour later Valdimar crawled from the tent, unselfconsciously naked, leaving two young women sleeping in each other’s arms. Nora and Eldawyn were awake around the fire, the third watch. Nora pumped a fist in the air as she mimicked yelling, bringing a smile to Valdimar's face.

 

“How was she?” asked a smiling Eldawyn.

 

“Delicious,” said the man. “So young, so eager to please, and so receptive.”

 

“We could hear,” said Nora, laughing. “And that from a man who is what, just shy of his twenty-fourth birthday.”

 

“But not Jordis?” asked Eldawyn with a raised eyebrow.

 

“She's not ready, and I wasn't about to pressure her.”

 

“You are such a treasure,” said Nora, coming over and kissing the Housecarl. “I am so glad we have you. And I claim dibs for me and Elda for tomorrow night.”

 

Valdimar thought he might die from having to service so many sex crazed women. Oh, but what a way to go.

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