Animal Urges - Chapter XVI

Chapter XVI -- Woe Betide

She left me before Aela and I returned from our hunt. Night found Mjoll sitting nigh the fire as, feeling reasonably clean and satisfied, we ambled back into camp; though we had not found any miscreants to feed on, just game, the flames of lust mounted after our moonlight, cleansing swim, during which we fornicated as much as the cold allowed. We looked forward to some relative warmth and comfort.

Vilja's tent was gone.

Mjoll looked up from stirring the cooking pot, held on andirons over the fire. "I have to move into your tent." Her tone was tense, clipped diction more pronounced than usual. "It will be a little cramped until we can get another tent."

I was suddenly afraid, and felt... something else I could not identify.

"What!?" I spat at the Lioness, my fear turning to anger. "You let her leave all alone?"

She must have seen the beast upon me as I approached; she rose, reached for her greatsword.

"Hold!" Aela interjected, physically getting between us.

"She insisted," protested Mjoll. "Who am I to stop her? Besides, my pledge is to you - I cannot abandon you just like that." Did I detect an accusing note?

"Vilja can take care of herself," Aela reasoned. "She's tougher than she looks."

Indeed, I had overheard banter between them - and between Lydia and Vilja, for that matter - on that very subject; and I needs must agree. Still, it did not feel right. I was torn, though my ire cooled.

"Vilja owes me nothing." I felt confused at my own defence of her decision to leave me. "But, Mjoll, please, I cannot let her go alone. I know you want to kill vampires, but..."

"I will go after her," offered Aela. "And I will go with her as far as she lets me."

I did not know how to feel about that, either. "I..." I bit my inner lip so hard I tasted blood; suddenly inflamed by it, I wanted to hunt again - or fuck.

It made more sense for Mjoll - or all of us - to go after Vilja, but I knew the Lioness would not wait; she would go on to Fort Dawnguard without me. I should therefore let her, and, with or without Aela, catch up with Vilja myself, persuade her to come back. Yet, I sensed the restlessness in the svelte Huntress; I knew she needed to... do something else, whether that be pray to the shrines of Hircine in the Underforge (very disappointingly, they had turned out to bestow no additional benefit, now that all three were together), or something else. Withal, I was more concerned with the thought of the two of them together, albeit I was not anxious - never mind jealous - that Aela might fuck Vilja; I was, disturbingly, more afraid that she was liable to eat her for real than simply eat her cunt. Yet, that was ridiculous, was it not? Aela had learned to control her hungers long ere I had.

At the same time, I yearned to see Mjoll naked, even if I could not 'have congress' with her. (I do not know why I persisted in trying to get myself into such untenable situations.)

"All right. Thank you, Aela."

I helped her pack. We shared no words, aside from a cryptic comment Aela made: "Don't let them intimidate you, sister. We both know how to keep our heads, while the men let their hearts rule." Was it some kind of warning? Advice?

Mounting her horse, she admonished, "Don't worry, sister." She displayed that wolfish grin - which did nothing to assuage my fears. "I'll take care of her."

That is what I am afraid of.

"You two take care of each other now. Perhaps we can hunt together again, sister." The Huntress rode away up the cobbled road at a canter.

I felt another sense of loss.

Not much later, I saw the Lioness in full splendour. She undressed completely before crawling into her sleeping fur in the tent we both now occupied, and I got an eyeful - or two. I myself was a large girl, but, though not a featherweight of fat lay on her, she was bigger: full, high breasts with big brown areolae and nipples lying flat (for the nonce); surprisingly narrow shoulders and hips; well-muscled limbs. She topped my height by almost a hand; head crowned with shoulder-length hair the colour of wheat, held back in several braids, which she shook loose for the night. I barely got a glimpse of the tantalising thatch at her crotch.

The throbbing in my slit and nipples would not abate; my mind felt afire, I wanted her so badly. Thus did I squirm half the night, yet I do not know why I even pretended to try to sleep, as Mjoll knew about me. Even so, I was surprised when I felt her rise and push me over, slip inside the double fur I usually shared with Aela. The abrupt contact was exquisite; my heart and other parts leapt, yet I advised, "Mjoll, I... we... cannot..."

She placed a rough hand over my mouth; the other I felt exploring my quivering body. "Shhh. I know. Let me... heal you."

I dared not move - I recalled too well what I had done to Elda - and thus I lay at her mercy whilst she reconnoitred; the hand on my mouth moved, fingers traced random patterns across my face, ears, neck; joined the other travelling up and down, delving here and there. Tiny kisses pecked at shoulder, neck, cheek, ear. "Shhh..." she kept murmuring.

Gasping, I tensed as she squeezed my breasts, pinched and thumbed my nipples, probed around my sheath, played with the wispy covering; drew a finger along the bottom of my slit, stroked back and forth; dipped inside with one, then another, thumb flicking my Sword of Dibella. I started, moaned, almost too enraptured to note a furry, moist heat against my leg as she began to rub her sex against me. Perhaps she would get what she needed without my direct participation. I relaxed, enjoyed. The Lioness brought me to climax more than once ere plunging her entire fist within my palpitating cunt and thrusting, whilst tongue flicked rapidly and she seized swollen nipples betwixt lip and teeth, casting me into some kind of swoon.

The next thing I knew it was dawn and I heard her at the fire outside, cooking or whatever. I could not quite believe what had happened; was it only a dream? I thought not, as I recalled 'waking' during the night, the big, dusky Nord wrapped around me, shaking with sobs - and my feeble attempts to soothe her.

Continued in Chapter XVII