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Vilkas stood off to the side of the dark room watching as he ground his teeth in frustration. Alana sat at the desk in the Thieves Guild Cistern speaking animatedly to Brynjolf. Vilkas hated Brynjolf. That man had been trying to win her affections since day one. Everyone knew who Alana belonged to, and the thief wanted to take what was his.
He sees Alana giggle and look up to Brynjolf with those big eyes, as he keeps speaking to her in that low voice. Vilkas has to stop himself from snarling like a dog. The thief reaches up and plays with a lock of hair that got in her face, before pushing it behind her ear. That was when Vilkas had enough.
Grabbing her arm and pulling her off the table, he drags her to the exit of the Cistern. She knew what she was doing by getting Vilkas riled up like that, and it worked. She looked over her shoulder with a smirk to Brynjolf who responded with a wink.
Alana would often call him possessive and jealous, he called it protective. She would giggle and tell him it was hot when he got that way. Tonight was no different. The rage in the man’s eyes, the strength of his grip around her wrist, and urgency in his movements, made her head spin in lust. Blinded by his jealousy, he hadn’t caught on to what she had just accomplished until he had her pushed against the door inside Honeyside, crashing his mouth into hers
She gives him that smirk that says she got what she wanted. All he can do is chuckle into the kiss and pull her in closer to his body. She slightly winces at the hardness of his armor.
“Minx.” He chides.
“You haven’t touched me since the first time. I didn’t know what else to do.” She looks embarrassed but smiles.
“You could have just said something.” He nips at her neck now.
“Fine, why wont you touch me like before.” She asks with a moan when he gets to her ear.
“I didn’t want to scare you off. The wolf craves you… I am afraid of hurting you.” He confesses between kisses. “I wanted to tell you but… kept finding reasons not to.”
“You really could have said something.” She mocks and he chuckles again.
“Aye.”
“Vilkas?” He responds with just a hum, refusing to remove his lips from her skin. “Fuck me.” She demands and he lets out a loud growl.
He lifts her by the hips and she hops up crossing her legs behind his back. He carries her to the bed throwing her gracelessly into the furs. They tear off their clothes in haste and in only a moment, he is back on top of her devouring her with passionate kisses. His hand travels down her body starting at her neck. He grabs a handful of her breast and pinches the nipple. She keens and then whimpers when his hand continues down the plane of her stomach.
“Vilkas! I just want you. Fuck me already.” She whines.
“Hush little Dragon. I need to prepare you first.” he coos.
His finger finds her wet folds and he lightly circles her nub. She did not realize how sensitive she would be until her body jerked at his feathered touch. She bites her lower lip so not to make such pathetic sounds.
“None of that.” His voice is demanding. “I want to hear how good I am making you feel.” His eyes are piercing as he hovers over her. His pupil are changing and it is obvious he is fighting his wolf for control.
A loud moan rips through when he inserts two fingers, curling them just perfectly. Alana sees stars when he fucks her slowly on his hand. Vilkas manuevers himself so he is level with her sex. Without any preamble, his mouth is on her clit and fingers fuck her frantically. He eats her like an animal, the wolf is breaking through and devouring her. She cant help the quiet screams and muscle tension that wracks her entire body and she moves closer to the edge.
“Vilkas! Yes! You are so good, so amazing. I love you. Fuck. Oh My Gods. Vilkas, yes!” -are the only words she is able to string together.
Alana grabs for him and cards her fingers through his hair, pulling at it hard. He growls then, vibration of it finally creating that little push for her to come undone. Her slick coats his mouth and chin She tries to apologize but stops when he licks everything left from herself and his face. His tongue had grown and there is some yellow showing through his eyes.
He crawls up her body like a predator, his teeth have grown sharp and his body is tense. Vilkas is doing everything he can to hold his beast back. She raises a hand to caress his cheek. There is a moment of vulnerability for Vilkas when they look each other in the eye.
“Vilkas, it’s okay. I have you.” Alana cups both sides of his face and brings him down for a small kiss. “Take a moment, get control back, and make love to me as Vilkas.”
He drops down to her side and nuzzles into her neck. She feels him force himself to take steadying breaths to calm down. His length is rock hard against her leg and she has to refrain from grazing it and breaking his concentration. After a moment he pushes himself onto his elbow and looks at her. He is worried that she is scared.
“Should I go?” He asks and starts to say more but she places a finger to his lips.
“I love you. Do you need more time?” She asks genuinely.
“No.” Is all he can say and looks away.
“Vilkas?” he turns back to look at her. “Fuck me.”
He moves slower now, relishing in his moment of clarity. She grabs his face and pulls him down for a deep kiss. His body now covers her, on his knees between her open legs. Reaching down and lining his length up, she gives him the look and he knows it will be okay.
He pushes himself in and attempts to go slow but her legs come up to wrap around his back and pulls him into her fully. Vilkas lets out a loud moan and feels her walls tighten around him. He cant hold himself back, he thrusts into her, quickly, aggressively, and without reservation. There is nothing gentle about how he fucks her. He is so worked up that he is not sure how long he can last. He watches where their bodies meet, where her wetness coats his cock.
“I’m close” she whines “Please Vilkas!” He raises his head and looks her in the eye. The intensity of his stare breaks her again and her body convulses with the intensity of her orgasm. She cums so hard that he is almost pushed out by her walls. Vilkas grits his teeth as to not cum just yet and waits for her to ride out her pleasure.
After a moment her body relaxes, before she can say anything, Vilkas manhandles her onto all fours and shoves himself back in.
“Oh, Fuck!” She cries out again when he hits that spot inside of her. He grabs her waist and a fist full of hair and pulls until her back is arched and he is able to be even deeper than before. “Oh Gods!” is all she can say.
Vilkas sets the brutal pace again. Sounds of skin hitting skin fill the home. His balls repeatedly hit her sensitive clit and she feels another orgasm coming. Vilkas is very much at the same point. He is unable to hold out anymore and comes with something akin to a howl. Soft shallow thrust prolong his orgasm and the mewls of his lover beging to fill his ears.
When he finally opens his eyes, he sees where both hands are now holding Alana’s hips firmly. When he releases her, he can see the forming of fingersized bruises. Pleased by his marks, he pulls out and flops to the side of his Dragonborn. Her face is flushed with the furs and she has a look of pure bliss. He pulls her so she tumbles over onto him and holds her closely.
They lay their in comfortable silence as Alana draws circles through the hair on his chest. He hugs her tighter in an attempt to convey his feelings.
“I love you too.” She says with a knowing smirk.