Jarl Balgruuf:  Honor, Valor, Service, Courage…These words I expect a warrior of my hold to hold sacred.  Hitomaru, for your service during the battle of Fort Greymoor, I name you HARVEST LORD of Whiterun.  Speak your oath, place the ceremonial helmet upon your head and bring prosperity to my hold however you see fit.  

 

 

Hitomaru:  By my honor, I shall commit no crime.  I shall conduct myself in a manner that will bring no shame to the Great Keep of Whiterun.  And if I fail in these duties, may the Harvest Lord, himself smite me.

 

Jarl Balgruuf:  Well said, Harvest Lord!  Be welcome here and at all Holds!  A feast we have prepared for you. Any demand you make is our pleasure to service.  Arise! Arise!

 

 

 

Hitomaru (to himself):  Wow, I’m the Harvest Lord this year...that means I can do “almost” anything I want in Skyrim tonight.  And what I want...is a drink… But it feels like this is a start to a VERY lucky night for Hitomaru...

 

 

 

Aurora:  The keep seems more alive than usual, tonight.  It almost feels like...magic… is in the air. The locals were talking about some sort of harvest festival tonight?  I better go to the Bannered Mare and check it out.

 

 

Aurora:  Well, this looks like it could be a fun party.  I had to push my way through a gaggle of people to get in here tonight.   

 

The tavern was filled with very drunk men singing unusually happy songs about food, mead, brides, and the harvest.  And at the center of them...

 

 

Aurora: …who’s that guy wearing a Pumpkin on his head?  He seems to be the ringleader of this whole event. It might be best to avoid him,  I don’t want to spoil their fun.

 

Harvest Lord:  ...Mead…

 

Before the Hulda, the Barkeeper could bring a drink to the Ringleader, he turned his head and looked at Aurora.  He left the bar and walked towards her.

 

 

Harvest Lord:  You...Name?

 

Aurora:  Oh, don’t mind me, Sir.  I’m just an outsider on my way through…

 

Hulda:  It’s ok, dear.  Just do what the Harvest Lord says.  This festival is mostly weighted in the Maiden’s favor… just play along.  

 

 

Aurora:  My name is Aurora, Sir Harvest Lord.  A traveler from Cyrodiil, just looking to find my room.  .  

 

Harvest Lord:  Aurora...Come.

 

 

Tavern Goer 2:  Did you hear that Boys?  Our Harvest Lord has chosen a Harvest Bride!

 

Tavern Goer 1:   Drink! TO AURORA!

 

Aurora (to herself):  A Harvest Bride? This is only going to end one way, isn’t it?

 

 

Aurora:  Now what do we do, Harvest Lord?  

 

Harvest Lord:  ...Disrobe…

 

 

Aurora pulled at her armor

 

Aurora: Dammit, this is some weird harvest/fertility ritual isn’t it?  It’d be best to just fit in and go with it. Besides, how long has it been since I’ve spent the night with someone?

 

 

Aurora:  Bear with me for a while, Harvest Lord.  These clasps are hard to get off in this wet  northern weather. You should get comfortable and enjoy the view.  

 

A short time later

 

 

Aurora: Sorry this took so long, but I hope the show was worth it.  What do we do next?

 

 

Aurora already knew what would happen next as the pumpkin headed man lay naked on her bed.  She wasn’t surprised when he gestured to her and said…

 

Harvest Lord:  Come…

 

 

Aurora approached and grasped hold of the Harvest Lord’s already erect member.  

 

Aurora:  My Lord, this is already a respectable size...perhaps you’ve been without a woman in some time?  

 

She gently began to stroke…

 

 

The Harvest Lord began to twitch and shake as Aurora worked his erect shaft…

 

Aurora:  I think it’s time, I step it up a bit more.    

 

 

Aurora lowered her face down to the strange man’s penis.  She kissed lightly and caressed it with her tongue before engulfing it in her mouth.   

 

 

Aurora changed her grip and picked up speed causing the Harvest Lord to moan out loud.  

 

Harvest Lord:  Keep....Going…

 

 

Pleasure shot through the masked man as Aurora gripped his thighs and sucked hard

 

Harvest Lord:  So… Good…

 

 

Aurora raised herself to the Harvest Lord’s face and put a finger on his mouth.  

 

Aurora:  Shhh, Milord.  The night has just begun and we don’t want people thinking you’re a one minute man.  Besides, if you thought that was good, you might lose your head over this next part.

 

 

Aurora put her legs around the Harvest Lord’s head and closed his penis between her thighs.  

 

Aurora:  I just a little more foreplay to get me in the mood.  After all, I’ve been taking care of you for a good while now.  

 

She began to gyrate forward and backwards.

 

 

When she was ready, Aurora slid his cock inside of her.  The Harvest Lord, eagerly began to thrust, causing Aurora to pant.  

 

 

Maybe by accident or maybe on purpose, Aurora kicked her legs up launching the pumpkin head into the air.  Unveiling the true identity of the Harvest Lord.

 

 

Without missing a beat the Aurora, clamped her legs back down on the man and a look at him before he made any attempt to get away.  The man wore an unsure look on his face. Clearly, he wasn’t expecting Aurora to kick his mask off.

 

 

Aurora: Oh my, Sir Harvest Lord.  You ARE an attractive one.  

 

The unsure man smiled.  

 

Aurora:  Keep going.  I want to finish…

 

 

The man continued to thrust as Aurora helped herself along…

 

Aurora:  yyyeeAAAHHH...oh, I’m SO Clo...DON’T STOP!  DON’T Stop!

 

 

Side by side on the bed, Aurora took in the Harvest Lord without his helmet.  He was well proportioned and attractive.

 

Aurora:  Well, this IS a surprise.  I wasn’t expecting the Harvest Lord to be so handsome.  Can you speak more than 2 words at a time or is that your Limit?  

 

Harvest Lord:  I can definitely speak more than 2 words.  It’s just, when you wear that helmet, you have to make yourself seem like you’re someone different.  Or else it ruins the fun.

 

Aurora:  A talkative one too!  Harvest Lord, this is a strange custom for me and I don’t really know my role in it.  Can you elaborate? How does one even get to BE a Harvest Lord?

 

Harvest Lord:  Every year during the harvest in Skyrim, A Harvest Lord is chosen from each of the holds.  The Harvest Lord is a figurative representation of good fortune during these last few growing months and if he elects to visit a hold, it’s considered good luck.  Usually, the Lord himself is chosen for his valor or service to his hold. I got it this year because of my actions retaking a local fort.

 

 

Aurora:  Oh, so you’re a bit of a hometown hero.  Well tell me this, Hulda mentioned this festival was weighted in MY favor.  But other than having a good time so far, it looks like this is mostly weighted your way.  

 

Harvest Lord:  Well, I’d be lying if I said this first part wasn’t in my favor.  Pretty much everything is free for me as long as the festival goes on.  But, Harvest Lords must leave their pumpkin head behind for someone to find or, usually, with their Harvest Brides.  With the Head of the Harvest Lord, anyone can make any request of the Jarl of the corresponding hold and if it’s within their power to grant they will.  Also, the citizens of the hold tend to grant favors to the maiden who holds the Head as they hope she’ll remember them when she talks with the jarl.

 

Aurora:  We’ll that’s not a bad deal.  But it’s definitely weird that you just expect everyone to know all this and play along.  So what do we do now?

 

Harvest Lord:  I think I’m ready for another round, if you are...  

 

 

Aurora straddled him…

 

Aurora:  I’m definitely ready.  Stay hard for me, my Harvest Lord!

 

 

Aurora pistoned on the hard shaft of her Harvest Lord and looked over her shoulder.  

 

Aurora:  How’s the view from back there?

 

 

Harvest Lord:  It’s definitely a nice view...ah….but….not as good...as...your front.  

 

 

Aurora smiled, this Harvest Lord was a nice guy.  She could see herself fucking him even if he wasn’t part of some nordic harvest festival.  Still though, she didn’t want to make it TOO easy on him. She had to provide some sort of challenge.    

 

Aurora:  Why don’t you say that to my face?  

 

 

Harvest Lord:  I would, Aurora….but you’re not...stopping...and I’m gonna...

 

Mercilessly, Aurora kept pistoning.  She knew this Harvest Lord couldn’t take much more.  But before she knew what was going on…

 

 

She was on her back, staring up at him.    

 

Aurora: ...that...was a pretty slick move, Mr. Harvest Lord.  Are you happy with your view?

 

Harvest Lord:  It’s...hahhh...much improved...haahh...

 

 

The Harvest Lord looked down on his Bride.  Then reinserted his penis into her causing them both to moan.  He began to thrust, slowly, building pleasure in his partner.

 

 

It must have been working as Aurora clasped his hand in hers.  He built speed as she leaned back, allowing him to go deeper and deeper inside of her.  

 

 

Shaking, she grabbed him by the neck…

 

Aurora:  Face it, My Lord...You got lucky...

 

Harvest Lord:  Lucky!... What makes you say...

 

Aurora:  Let’s...CUM...Together…

 

 

The Harvest Lord leaned back and began thrusting ever the faster.  Aurora, in turn, arched her back and began to help things along. They both came together in a moment of sheer ecstasy filling the Inn with their moans.  

 

 

Aurora pulled the once stranger to her breast as he rained kisses upon her.  This was a much better night than she had previously planned. She still didn’t know her Lord’s name, but their was always the morning.  

 

An Hour Later

 

 

Basking in the afterglow, Aurora snaked out her arm to feel her lover’s warmth… to her surprise, she found it absent from the bed.  

 

 

She rolled forward hoping to spot a trace of him…

 

Aurora:  So you’re just going to screw me and leave, huh? No cuddling?  Geez, you Nords have no sense of chivalry.

 

 

The Harvest Lord was getting back into his armor.  

 

Harvest Lord:  THIS is the part that’s unfair about being the Harvest Lord.  I have to be gone by Sunrise and Nobody can see me leave...except for you…Maybe…I don’t know, the rules are very vague about this part…

 

 

Aurora:  You know, you can’t go out the front door.  People will recognize you right away without your mask.  

 

Harvest Lord:  I don’t plan on leaving that way anyway...Did I mention I’m a bit of a warrior?  I plan to escape where no one would think to look. Plus I have another mask no one has seen me in.  

 

 

Aurora: Glad you thought this through.  Now give this some thought, You haven’t told me your name yet.  How do I know who to ask for if I ever want to invite you to my bed again?  

 

Harvest Lord:  I can’t give that away either.  But know, if we ever find each other again, under different circumstances, I’ll give you much more than just my name.    

 

 

With that, the now masked Harvest Lord, jumped from the balcony and nimbly balanced on the support beams before jumping in out of a hatch in the roof.  Leaving Aurora alone.

 

 

Aurora watched the man go as she reflected on her night.  While it had started off a bit rocky, Aurora was sad to watch the man go.  

 

Aurora:  Goodbye...My Harvest King.  

 

She slipped back into her bed and dreamed of what she would do to him when next they met.   

 

The Next Morning

 

 

Aurora:  Hey Hulda!  Thanks for talking me into going around with the custom last night.  

 

Hulda:  It may seem a bit weird for outsiders, but it is one of the few great traditions here in Skyrim.  And it seems like this year’s Lord really ROSE to the occasion based on your moans last night. I almost went to sleep in the building next door!  

 

Aurora: What do you want me to apologize?  It was your idea! Besides, I’ve got another question for you… What can I do with this?

 

Aurora placed the pumpkin head on the bar with a smug smile.  

 

 

Hulda smiled:  My dear, the better question is what can’t you do with this?  I’ll fetch some mead and some eggs so we can discuss.

 

Aurora smiled.  If this is how harvest brides were treated in Skyrim, she might not leave for a good long while.    

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