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It was probably inevitable that Katja, Dragonborn and Harbinger to the Companions, would fall into bed with the wall of muscle that was Hrongar. Her mother had raised her to be a strong, independent woman that never flinched against men who thought that they were superior, but all that succeeded in doing was creating a woman who liked to be fucked into submission by men twice her size.

 And that’s exactly what happened between guard rotations.

 She had been invited to a dinner with Jarl Balgruuf’s family in the Dragonsreach private quarters, making polite talk with the Jarl and ignoring the verbal jabs of his children, and teasing Hrongar from across the table with flirty glances and damn-near indecent sounds and moans as she ate.

 The man was no saint by any definition, and retaliated by pulling her into the dark corner at the bottom of the stairs, a hand over her mouth while the other wrapped around her body and kept her pressed tight against him - shoulder blades pressed against his chest. He kept her facing the rest of the empty room as a threat to keep quiet - as if she would have risked it either way.

 The Thane of Whiterun and Dragonborn being fucked in the Jarl’s quarters by his brother? The scandal would never fade from the mouths of housewives.

 His hand slipped under the front of her robes, finding her breasts already drawn tight in arousal, nipples hard as he palmed her. Fingers plucked at the sensitive skin, a jolt of pain threading through her when he tugged and pinched. Her mother would have called her a whore had she known what kind of noises her daughter produced had they not been muffled by his other calloused hand.

 Hrongar pushed his head towards her neck, hot breath warming the skin of her throat, and rumbled to her in his lust-dark voice, “The woman can give it but not take it? Were you going to apologise to me, Katja, or were you going to bed knowing that I had my cock in my hand and you on my lips?”

 His hand found her other breast, cupping it and scraping at her nipple with his nail. Gooseflesh crawled across her body. He pushed his pelvis into her lower back, fur armour doing nothing to hide the weight of him and the sheer heat that flowed in his blood. She bit into the palm of his hand to quieten herself, but the man paid it no attention.

 “Are you wet? Quim crying for my attention after teasing us both throughout the night. What would Balgruuf say if he knew what you were doing to me while sitting next to his children?”

 The rough fondling of her chest ended for the brief moment it took to shift his armour out the way and pull up her robes from the back. His cock pressed between her thighs, sliding against her underthings and the wet arousal that stained them. She felt the smile against her throat when a rumbled of approval ran through his chest.

 “It’ll have to be quick, before the guards come back and see how much of a whore their hero is.”

 She wanted to tell him to be quick, that the anticipation of being caught was already enough to prepare her for him, but she found that his hand still silencing her was a thrill unto its own that she wasn’t ready to depart with.

 Her damp underthings were pulled to the side, as useless as protection as the plain robes had been to his zeal for her heavy breasts. The head of his cock pressed into her before slipping, rubbing at her clit with the ridge and causing a new tremour to quake her legs at the knee. He groaned at the feeling of her slick wetness coating the top of his length, pleased to find that she had been just as affected at dinner as he was. 

 “ Fuck . You’re going to feel me, Dragonborn, and repent for ever taunting me at my brother’s table.”

 And with that he found his way inside of her with one carefully placed thrust. He was huge, she noted as her eyes rolled back into her head, curved to hit the spongy part of her as if made with her pleasure in mind. Thick as three fingers, as long as a mead bottle. He was a Nord man in every way it counted.

 He began with no fanfare, pulling out only to slap against her arse again with another harsh strike on her soaked hole. He breathed into her ear as he pounded into her, hot against the side of her face and hot as his cock carved a new path inside her pussy that she would feel all through the rest of the night.

 “So fucking tight, Katja, so eager for my cock that you don’t care where I give it to you. I should bend you over the railing above Whiterun - let them watch while I use you pussy as a sheath for my dick. Mark my face with my cum and send you out through the guard’s barracks. Do you want that, Dragonborn, want everyone to see the town slut?”

 She groaned loud enough that his hand wasn’t enough to cover it, but the wet sound of skin-on-skin slapping was undeniable, and that anyone who could have heard her slip of tongue was already aware of their filthy endeavour in the dark corner of the room.

 Her hand slipped down her body, pulling up her robes up to her hips so there was no mistaking the slide of his thick cock into her pussy for anyone who would notice. The thrill of it had her dripping, someone turning the corner and taking in the sight of the hero of Skyrim being fucked by a man twice her size, watching as they rut like animals, uncaring of an audience as they reached her their mutual pleasure. Her clit throbbed as her fingers fell onto it, walls clenching around him as he drove into her.

 The movement did not go unmissed by his sharp eyes, muttering a dark chuckle as she rubbed wet circles onto herself. “Such a little harlot,” he breathed, still stabbing into her as deeply as he could, her muscles a wet vice around him that refused to let go until he forced them into submission. “A whore for the taking. You’d fuck any man that cold hold you down, prove that they’re strong enough before they have a chance at this pussy,”

 “ Yes, ” she moaned, suddenly her words coming out clear. She hadn’t realised that he removed his hand from her mouth, or that he was baring her breasts to the room, cold air caressing her skin and replacing it with the warmth of that same hand.

 “Moan for me, little slut,” he spoke into her ear. “Tell anyone that wants to know how good my cock feels inside you, how much you want this,”

 She tried to control herself, to hold herself back from mewling like a bitch in heat, but her lips still let slip moans of more, fuck me harder, Hrongar.

 His answer was just that, lifting an arm under her thigh and exposing her further, spreading her thighs to allow more space to drive up into her, scraping against that spot again that lit her up from the inside. His tip hit what felt like the very end of her, pressing a divet into her that no other man could hope to touch.

 Her robes were held onto her body by only a thin belt, bunched around her waist, no possible words to excuse the situation and what exactly they were doing. He was still clothed in his battle armour, no part of him as indecent as she was, but the thought of it was another source of excitement to her frail nerves. 

 “Are you going to cum, Katja?” he asked her, the question unnecessary but appreciated nevertheless. “Are you going to drip around my cock for any passing guard to see the evidence of our fuck?”

 She nodded quickly, almost violently, her fingers a blur on her clit as she started to convulse. Her thigh shook in his grip, the other barely enough to hold her upright, pussy tightening around his length and milking him of any precum that spilled.

 He groaned at the feeling, his voice cracked and husky, control hanging on by a thread. He fucked her through her orgasm, through the fist of her quim and jerk of her body as it ravaged her.

 “Yes yes yes , Hrongar, please,” Her lip was pulled between her teeth, bitten red. “Cum in me, please ,”

 He sucked in a shaky breath. “Yeah? You want that, Katja? Want my cum to leak down your thighs when you walk home?”

 She moaned at the idea. “Want it so bad. Want to feel you for the rest of the night, taste you on my fingers in the morning,”

 “ Fuck ,”

 He speared into her for a few more unchecked thrusts, the last dregs of his energy and passion put behind the untimed snap of his hips. He felt detached from his body when he finally spilled, white hot jets of cum flooding her pussy, the throb of his cock rocking her frame in his hands. The roar of pleasure blinded him for a moment, lost to the possible threat of someone discovering them and the clench of her walls for a final time.

 They were both breathing heavily when he finally pulled out of her, cock rapidly softening, finally sated. A steady rush of white cum fell from her gaping hole, landing on the stone floor beneath them - a memoir of their brief tryst.

 He let go of her thigh only after plugging her hole back up with his fingers, coating them in the slick of them both before smearing it on her tongue, letting the taste roll in her mouth before finally touching his lips to hers for the first time. Her muscles felt stretched and overused when she was back on two legs, slightly unstable but entirely deserved. 

 The reality of their location quickly caught up with them both, hands rapidly fixing and tugging on her robes and underthings until she looked decent again, skin flushed pink and the unmistakable glow of a woman thoroughly content, but proper to anyone who may glance at her.

 It was just in time as well, because no sooner had they stepped out of the dark corner did the next guard rotation take up place at their posts, the men behind the helmets polite in pretending not to be shocked at her presence in the private quarters. She was a Thane afterall, it wasn’t illegal for her to be wandering the halls with the Jarl’s brother at her side.

 She shared a secret smile with Hrongar when they parted ways, a whispered reminder to drink a witch’s potion in the morning and the assurance that she had already planned for that.

 The Dragonborn, Katja, was a woman whose presence demanded respect while she walked down the darkened streets of Whiterun from Dragonsreach. She carried herself with her chin held high, confidence exuding from her stride as she made her way to Breezehome. But Hrongar was a strong warrior, and a man with strength on his side was her only weakness.