Jordis the sword maiden

Jordis was going mad.

How long must she endure this? It had been hours at least since they began at sun's fall and no signs of stopping. The steady thump and slide of the bed like the steady beat of a mammoths heart, and the wet slap of flesh against flesh, all punctuated by the shrill cries and and pleasured moans of her sister as she reached her peak again and again. She heard the the Thane roar his own climax once more- was that twice for him now? And yet the sounds of their obvious love-making continued- a far cry from her own disappointingly brief liaisons with men -his flesh-cravings were simply insatiable.

Jordis couldn't drown it out, she had tried covering her ears, tried singing softly at first, then embarrassingly loud. They either didn't hear her, or didn't care. All the while, she felt her own arousal building inside like a swollen lake pressing against a broken damn. It didn't matter when it finally gave out, only that it did, for it was inevitable. She pushed her thin cotton shift up to her shoulders and touched her gushing sex, imagining for a moment that it was her and not Lydia in the Dragonborn's embrace. How would she compare to her sister? Would he enjoy the fruits of her body? Would his thirst for her be similarly unending? The pounding from the other room intensified, startling her at first, then fueling her own rising release.

"Yes, Alik!" She moaned. "Take me! Make me scream. Make me yours."

She screamed her own orgasm into the night, her voice joining her sister and Alik's, as if they were three-a-bed! Then all at once the Breezehome fell strangely silent. Color rushed to her face as she realized they had heard her. She pushed her shift back down and rolled over, pretending to be asleep. The door creaked open, and though she dared not open her eyes, and could hear nothing over the pounding of her own heart, Jordis could swear she smelled the faint scent of ash and blood waft into the guest room. His scent. She failed to suppress a shudder and caught the low rumbling of laughter before the door closed and she was alone once more. Her sex suddenly aflame again. It was going to be a long night.

---

Alik devoured the food she made for him. Lydia loved that about him. His hunger was unending and she knew she was the only woman capable of sating it. Still, she winced as she set another plate of sausage, biscuits and gravy in front of her man, it was not without its price. Her body ached, her sex was swollen and bruised, leaking cum into her smallclothes all hours of the day no matter how many times she relieved her bladder. Alik was almost too much for any one woman, but she was determined to be all that he needed. After all, he had chosen her, lain with her- she touched her belly wondering how many moons would pass before it softened and swelled -and he would marry her. Soon. She paused in thought. He would marry her, surely?

"Sit. Eat." Alik commanded. Though he was a man of few words, his voice was the boom of a war drum, loud and deep. She loved that too.

"In a moment, my love." She whispered. "I must fetch Jordis to break her fast first."

"She comes." He said, pulling Lydia down to the bench beside him and pushing the uneaten plate in front of her. "I will serve her. Eat. You will need your strength, housecarl."

Lydia smiled and dug into the warm plate, the salty sausage and sweet biscuit practically leaping into her belly as her sister stumbled tiredly into the room. Alik claimed to have senses sharper than any man, and she was starting to believe him. He set a pair of steaming plates down on the table and dug in beside her before her sister had even reached the table.

She studied the younger woman as she sat down. Few believed them sisters, but they shared a mother, if little else. As fair-haired as Lydia was dark, and bright blue eyes instead of raven black like her own, they were both pale-skinned, like milk in the moonlight, and they were gifted with sword-skill, Jordis perhaps even more so than Lydia. It had taken her far in from their little farm outside Whiterun, whereas Lydia was still ...here. She quashed her petty jealousy and once again tried to be happy for her little sister. Life had handed them both nothing, and what she had now was won fairly and never undeserved. It wasn't as if Jordis had ever taken anything from Lydia after all. She had never even been considered to join the Lion Guard....

"You slept poorly." Alik said with the smallest of smiles on his lip. Odd, her love rarely smiled at anyone. Even now he studied Jordis with a more than casual look, noting her beautiful face was slightly marred by dark circles and glassy eyes. Lydia felt the smallest spike of jealousy rear up in her heart before she stomped it down hard. He was not looking at her like that!

Jordis swallowed. Was that the faintest hint of a blush on her cheeks? Oh, Shor! She had heard them. Of course she had heard them! Lydia had screamed her pleasure to the heavens. Her own cheeks flushed in response.

"I am merely tired from the long road." Jordis did not meet their gaze. "But I am thankful for letting me stay here. It is a finer rest than to sleep on an old cot in the Jarl's barracks."

Lydia nodded, politely pretending to believe her sister's lies. Only her beloved seemed to be able to function completely without sleep. Though all his other appetites seemed to increase in response. She glanced down at his already empty plate. Where did he put it all?

"How long will you stay, before you return to Solitude?" Alik asked.

"I await the Jarl's messenger." Jordis said, grimacing. "Once he has made his decision, I must return to my lady immediately. Pray to Kyn it is soon, I do not like being so far from my post in times such as these."

"There have been many threats to lady Elisif?" Lydia asked.

"Queen Elisif." Jordis correctly archly. "The Lion Guard have uncovered a more than twenty of the Pretender's spies and assassins since the war began. Where you see one rat-"

"A dozen more lay hiding." Lydia finished, repeating their mother's wisdom. And yet it wasn't her that Alik was nodding at, but Jordis.

"You are an admirable warrior, Jordis Sword-Maiden." Alik swept the blonde girl from top to bottom once more, this time sparing no part of her from his raptor's gaze. At last, he spoke. "We will spar together, and learn much from one another."

Lydia opened her mouth to object- then snapped it closed. Another flash of the green eyed monster rising up and pushed back down. It was just a bit of training. Alik spared with many in town, men and women. And her sister would be the last woman to ever dishonor her thusly. But still... Lydia couldn't help, but feel a sense on unease in the way he complimented the younger woman.

"Gratitude, Alik." Jordis smiled. "I confess I have wondered if I might test the myself against the legendary Dragonborn."

"Word has spread as far as Solitude, Jordis?" Lydia asked. Alik looked strangely displeased at the news.

"Rumors. But they speak of a dragon slayer, a wielder of The Voice. My Queen hoped I would be able to sift truth from lies while I was here, and the people of Whiterun make no secret of your feats. Queen Elisif will be glad to hear of you."

The silence that fell upon the table was as thick with tension. Alik's face was stone, but his eyes burned, she was well familiar with that look in his eyes. Jordis dug into her own plate at last, unaware of the the fire in Alik's soul threatened to spill out into ****. Lydia put a hand atop his arm, over the knife in his clenched fist.

His gaze whipped to hers and she quailed at the fury that lay in those black eyes. It was easy to forget, but his was the soul of a dragon, a creature so ancient, so powerful it was looked upon humans as they looked upon mice. Not even prey, but an annoyance. How could even one man contain all that she saw in those eyes? Alik's hand rose an inch of that table and she pressed down as fruitlessly as it rose.

"My love, please." She whispered.

For a moment Jordis' life teetered on the precipice between life and ****, and perhaps hers with it, before she saw the anger recede and her lord and lover take its place. Her sister looked up from her plate, having heard Lydia openly call the man she was serving a heart-name. She flushed slightly- in embarrassment for Lydia. Unaware and ungrateful as younger sister, despite the fact that she had just saved her life.

"Jordis." The Dragonborn's voice was carefully neutral. "Forgive me, I must speak to my housecarl privately about a hunt."

"Deer?" Jordis asked.

"Dragon." Alik said they both rose.

"Of course." Jordis replied, a knowing smile on her face. She expected her sister to be discipline after that breach of decorum. It was one thing to bed your servants, but quite something else for the servant to openly admit it, Lydia berated herself as they stepped into their bedroom.

"I'm sorry, my Thane. I did not mean to embarrass you." She gushed as soon as the door closed behind them.

"You may address me by name when we are alone, Lydia." Alik shook his head. "I did not bring you here for that. Tell me of your sister."

Irrational as it was, another flash of spiky jealous stabbed her heart. "My lo- I don't understand?"

"Is she a threat to me?"

"Alik, she is my sister." Lydia was confused now. "My blood. She brings no danger. I know it."

"How? You told me she left years ago to join the Lion Guard. Left you behind and you have not seen her since. Her loyalty will be to them now." Her love's gaze grew distant as he spoke. There was truth to his words, but it was twisted all to the worst possible perspective.

"Jordis will do her duty, but nothing more."

"And if her duty sets her against our cause?"

"What troubles you, Alik?"

"Kings and Queens do not see men below them, only pawns to do as they command. I am no pawn."

"I know, my love. You are the slayer of Dragons. The savior of the world!"

"Your sister must not speak of me to Elisif. She must not see me coming until I am ready."

Lydia was confused. Her love spoke as if Elisif were an enemy. "Why?"

Alik's gazed snapped back into focus. "She will want to use me for her own plots. Snare me in her ambitions, but I will still need her men to face World-Breaker when the time comes. My only advantage is secrecy."

"I will speak to Jordis, my Thane. She will not loosen her tongue, I swear it."

"Go, my love." Alik gave her a kiss that made her heart swell. "Speak, but then leave us and make your hunt for Voslaarum. I will her spare with Jordis. And I will learn her worth for myself."

When Lydia returned to the main room, Jordis was fighting unsuccessfully to keep a smile off her face. It was as if they were children again, back when Mother had still lived. Jordis had caught her being naughty and was practically hoping from foot to foot in excitement. Lydia groaned. She had promised Alik she could keep her sister in check...well there was a first time for everything.

"I would ask you, as her sister, and perhaps even a friend to me, that you not speak of what you have seen here?" Lydia ground the words out.

"What, that you bed your lord? Or that you cannot help but to gush your love for him, even in public?" Jordis stuck her tongue out. "You can hardly think it is a secret, they would have heard your screams in Riften."

"Be silent!" Lydia barked.

"How it would make the gossips tongues wag!" Jordis grinned. "Chaste Lydia. Pure Lydia. Always longing for some great and proper romance, and her now moonstruck-

"You'll be struck by something closer than the moon if you don't close your hole."

Jordis stopped talking, but the impudent grin remained.

"I do not speak of my ... dalliances." Lydia heroically ignored Jordis' snort. "The Dragonborn does not wish you to report of him."

Jordis face screwed up in confusion. "Why does Alik care if I spread his legend?"

"He fears others will use him." Lydia explained, as if to a particularly stupid child. "And you should not speak his name so easily. You are not so close to him. Call him Dragonborn, or Thane or Lord."

"I will call him as I like." Jordis retorted. The defiant look on her face so very familiar. "I am Lion Guard, unlike you. Noble by deed, if not by birth or ... marriage."

Lydia burned at the truth of those words. He would marry her. Jordis could speak to Alik as if equals, unlike her. She was not jealous of her sister. Not. Not. Not! "Call him as you like then. But keep your tongue from wagging or I'll redden your ass!"

"Ha, bet he does that to you!" Jordis jeered. "And you like it!"

Lydia drew back her fist with a shriek, only to be caught before it could throw. Alik stood behind her, then all at once between them.

"Go see to your hunt, housecarl."

"But I-

"Go. Your part in this is over."

---

Jordis met Alik outside shortly after her sister stomped away in barely contained rage. Lydia had always been so easy to tug on her strings. She was so simple in her feelings and drives. The world was black and white to her. People were either strong or weak, and thoughts right or wrong. Jordis wondered again how the Dragonborn had gotten between her legs before marriage. No doubt at all her sister would be swallowing his seed, at least. Lydia was far too proud prudish to have a bastard. Even one from such a handsome stud as Alik...

"Lion Guard rarely train with those not among our own ranks." Jordis called across the yard. "And rarer still have they been defeated. In fact, I can't recall anyone having beaten a Lion in a fair duel."

Alik was naked to the waist, his rippling muscles shining with a thin layer of sweat as he whipped the wooden training sword from side to side. "Is that how you salve your pride little cub? By calling any who defeat you a 'cheat'? Real battles are not fair, nor are they kind to those who lose them."

"Fair enough." Jordis stuck out her tongue. "You will use your Voice then? I am eager to see it in action."

"I do not think I will need it." He bragged. It was the first time she had seen him smile, a lazy confident grin that pulled back to reveal his shining teeth. "Come, little cub. Let us see what the Guard is worth."

Jordis charged forward with a shout. Her wooden blade cutting high, then reversing with a slash toward his bare legs. He caught it with his shield and his shove sent her tumbling end over end. So he was fast and strong. So was Mjoll, and the Lioness had fallen to her too, once. Jordis rolled back to her feet and circled around him.

She darted forward and thrust furiously, her sword striking at Alik's belly and groin, but connecting only with air. He retreated, again and again! Jordis followed her thrusts, her tempo increasing as she tried to pin him in a corner only for him to spin away.

"Stand and fight, damn it!" She growled and swung wildly at his head. He caught the blade on his own and flicked it away with a riposte, leaving her holding only the round shield. He had been playing with her! As fast as lightning, he struck back. Batted aside the shield with his own and three taps to her body, the heart, gut and groin, each so soft she barely felt them. After the last he shoved her to the dirt.

"You were listening to your sister and I make love last night." Alik said aloud. It was not a question.

"You made it hard not to hear." Jordis admitted as she rose to her feet.

"Liar. You enjoyed listening. That is why you touched yourself after." He smirked at her. His eyes deliberately dropping to her armor clad bust.

"Do you spy on all the women in your household, or just their sisters?"

"You wish to ask more questions? To see my Thu'um? Face me again."

"Our strengths are not equal." Jordis protested. She hated to admit his sword-skill was greater than hers, but more that she hated to lose.

"I will use no shield. Unless you are afraid, little cub."

"Fool. I'll make you eat those words." Jordis growled. "And your teeth."

"The only thing I will eat is your sister. And it will taste all the sweeter, knowing you are in the other room, wishing you were in her place."

Jordis attacked in wide arcs this time. With no shield, Alik was **** to parry each blow. Which left him open for her own shield to smash him if he tried to slip to the side. This time time she had him.

"Use your voice, little lizard!" Jordis taunted. "It is the only thing that will save you."

She drove him into the corner caught his blade with her shield raised her sword for a devastating overhand blow. Only for Alik to drop flat and sweep her legs out from under her, then land atop her shield, pinning her and crushing the air from her lungs. His own sword was pressed against her throat so hard she could feel it when she swallowed. Then he rolled off, and loomed above her once more.

"Again?"

It wasn't merely his skill. He was inhuman. His speed was impossible. His strength, unstoppable.

She met his stare, knowing it was a trap, and yet her honor would be stained either way. "If I lost in sword play to the same man three times, my Captain would call me a fool. I am no fool. My honor is lost if I refuse, or if I lose."

Alik dropped his sword. His eyes roared a challenge. "I will not move from this spot. Where stands your honor now?"

Jordis charged forward and swung with all her might. Alik did not move. Did not block. Did not even flinch.

He caught her blade between his palms.

The two starred at one another, only inches apart as they warred over which way the blade would finally move. He had the greater strength, but she had the proper grip. In in the end, it mattered not at all.

"Fus." He said.

One word from him and Jordis was tumbling end over end across the yard to crash into a pile of hale bales. She shook her head to clear it. Her vision swimming as the Dragonborn swaggered over. "You are everything they say, Dragonborn."

"Glory to the Lion Guard, Jordis." He stuck out a hand and pulled her to her feet. "You are not unskilled."

She flushed at his praise, suddenly all too aware of their closeness and with no sword between them. As she looked into his fierce gaze, she was reminded of the pleasured cries of her sister and shame and desire were both set alight in her. She wanted this man as badly as she had ever wanted anyone. And yet, he was not hers. He belonged to her sister. Jordis could not help but feel a sense of kinship with Lydia for the first time she could remember. How it ached to want something so badly, and yet have it go to another. How it burned her pride to think it should be hers.

---

That night as Jordis lay in her bed, her mind awash in thought, she was surprised to hear familiar sounds slowly seep through the walls. A woman's low pleasured moan. No doubt her sister had come back from her hunt early and was trying to keep it down. Jordis bit her lip, she couldn't have him, not the whole of him, but a piece, a memory. That she could have. It would be enough. It would have to be.

Leaving her shift behind, she crept through the halls, as naked as the day she was born. The moans grew louder as she neared the main bedroom. The door was already ajar, it only took the tiniest of pushes and then...

Her sister was naked and squirming in the low light of the fire. She had not seen her without clothes in years, but she was skinnier than Jordis' had imagined. Pale skin lightly freckled and smooth under Alik's touch. The two of them couldn't see her, too busy exploring each other's bodies as they kissed passionately. Even as she watched, Alik's hand slipped beneath the roundness of Lydia's bottom to tease the folds of her sex. Her sister tore her mouth free with a gasp. She pushed Alik back and sank to her knees in supplication and gave Jordis her first look at the Dragonborn's weapon.

And what a weapon it was, long and thick and twitching with anticipation as Lydia stroked it from tip to base. Alik let out a low rumble of pleasure at the sensation. His huge hands balled into fists, then settled onto her sisters dark hair, an unspoken command that she heeded without complaint. Lydia took him into her mouth with a happy hum, bobbing back and forth over his manhood while her own fingers cupped her breast and even darted between her legs. Jordis realized she was doing the same, mirroring her big sister in her own quest for release. Her mouth watered at the thought being stretched around his thick pillar. She felt herself tingle, then tighten. It was then, on the cusp of her climax that Alik met her gaze and smiled.

Jordis erupted. She barely was able to clamp her hands over her mouth to block her scream of as she came furiously upon being discovered. On and on it went, as her body wracked with pleasure. As she crumpled to the floor, her sister tried to turn back to see the noise, but Alik **** her head down his shaft, driving himself into her throat and finding his own release. Lydia moaned appreciatively as she swallowed. Afterwards, she licked his shaft clean and rose to her feet.

"I trust this has convinced you of my sincerity?" Her sister's voice sounded strange, quieter and quicker than it should. And as she turned toward the door for the first time, Jordis saw why.

The woman who was picking up her dress, the woman who had greedily drank Alik's cum as if it were ambrosia, the woman she thought was Lydia.

Wasn't.

Hardly a thing about her looked the same, save her dark hair, but Jordis had no time to compare the two, she snapped out of her post-coital bliss and tip toed back to the her room as fast as she dared, closed the door as quietly as she could and dove beneath her furs.

Alik had taken another woman. The thought blazed through Jordis' mind and left a whirlwind of emotions in its wake. Anger on behalf of her sister, hunger from what she had seen, and to her shame, hope, that she would soon experience it for herself. The door to her room creaked open, she turned her head to meet his gaze. He was as naked as she, his glorious cock as hard as ever and pointed at her defenseless body. The invitation was as obvious as it was alluring.

"Am I a monster?" Jordis whispered, standing before him.

"Is that why you watch her now?"

"When the Sickness took our mother, Lydia raised me, protected me." Jordis shivered, she had never dared voice these thoughts before. "She gave up her dreams to help me reach my own. And now I covet what she values most."

"She will not have to know."

For a moment, Jordis' hand hung in the air between them, daring to reach out and touch him, to surrender to her darkest urges. Her mind and body locked in perfect opposition, in total war. The moment held for an eternity, but then slowly at first, but with increasing strength, she gripped the door instead. Squeezed until her knuckles turned white.

"I have always been the wanting sister, and she the fearful one. She loves you! If I take that from her... she will be broken." As Jordis spoke the words, her strength filled her limbs once more and she steeled her heart. "I shall not break her."

She pushed the door closed and collapsed against it. Her heart pounded in her chest and her breath came as gasps. What she heard him speak next made her shudder.

"I will."

---

Lydia made it home before Alik rose for breakfast. His loyal servant had thoughtfully put out some flatbread and cheese from the larder and greeted him with a warm kiss, before going to rouse her sister. Alik wondered if she had tasted Ysolda's snatch on his lips. That woman was an unforgivable tease. He supposed he'd have to go and fetch her 'mammoth tusks' after all.

He dropped in at the table and was halfway through his first plate before the sisters sat down together. A rather uncomfortable silence settled between the two. Good, that would move things along with what he had planned for Jordis. Her arrival had been a complication and her task for the would-be Queen a potential problem, but he'd found a way to turn it to his advantage. Worst case scenario, he'd simply kill Jordis on the road back to Solitude.

"How was your hunt?" He grunted.

Lydia grimaced and met his gaze. "The beast slipped away, probably somewhere farther south, but I ...lost his trail."

Jordis made a sound.

"What was that, Jordis?" Lydia's tone could have cut glass.

The younger woman looked startled. She smiled sympathetically, then spoke. "I am certain you did all you could, sister. Perhaps it simply cannot be found?"

It was meant to be a genuine peace branch, but Alik saw his opportunity and pounced before either woman could respond.

"You should not mock your sister, Jordis."

"What? No, I-

He cut her off ruthlessly while Lydia's face screwed up first in confusion, then a slowly building anger. "Surely you do not think you could take her place?"

"No!" Jordis whipped her head back to Lydia. "I would never wish that!"

The moment held, then burst through the fragile dam of past scars and painful history. Lydia's face was stone, her words ice. "We cannot all be Lion Guard sister. Some must kneel, to help others rise."

"I did not mean it like that!" Jordis' face was creased with sorrow. "Alik, tell her I didn't!"

"I told you not to call him by name!" Lydia pulled her arm aback and slapped her full in the face.

Jordis brought one hand to her reddened cheek. Her blue eyes glowed with sudden fury. "And I told you we are nobility, peasant! Do you beg favors of me, you shame our family with your weakness!"

"Must you take even this from me?" Lydia screamed. "You were always better at everything."

"I had to be better at everything! You made that clear from the day mother died. That I wasn't allowed to be a child anymore!"

"I kept us alive, you ungrateful little brat! Helped you win those honors you love so much!"

"And you've never forgiven me for it!" Jordis spit. "You would have been happier if I failed. Some family you are!"

Lydia rose up, the air filled with a deadly calmness. "Lucky for me, I've got my own family on the way." Her hand dropped to her belly. "This one will appreciate the sacrifices I've made for them."

Jordis starred first at Lydia's still flat belly, then at Alik, then back to Lydia. Her face was white with shock. "I-I-

"You're going to be an aunt soon, Jordis. Don't feel like you have to visit." Lydia reached down and grabbed Alik's hand. He let her hold it, but when she tried to pull him to the bedroom, he resisted. "I need you now, my love. Inside me, making me whole as only you can." She pleaded.

"Yes." Alik agreed, but still he refused to move.

"Alik, the bedroom..."

"No. Here. On the table."

Lydia swallowed. For a moment, the fury left her eyes and as she looked to her sister, but determination soon replaced it. "Of course. Let her watch if she wishes."

Lydia tore her clothes off and wrestled Alik's cock free of the prison of his trousers. Anger, jealousy and desire had her leaking arousal freely as she aligned the blunt head of his spear with her core and took him to the base. Her eyes never left Jordis all the while. She clutched at Alik while he rutted her.

"Harder, my love." She grunted with each thrust. His cock slamming against the fleshly wall of her cervix. "HARDER. Let me give you a proper daughter!"

Jordis lept back from the table in disgust. She screamed her frustration over the scene in front of her and shouldered her way out of Breezehome. Lydia's words chased her.

"Go. Sister. Find the Voslaarum if you can. I have another dragon between my legs that needs taming." Lydia screamed her first climax, as she triumphed over her Jordis, at last. "Tell me you love me, Alik!"

He kissed her instead, savoring her **** need for him. She had become an enjoyable fuck and an able companion, but as he pumped her still tight gash, his thoughts turned to her younger sister. Jordis was clearly the better sword, and a fresh pussy not yet stretched by his cock was appealing. He had laid the groundwork well and she would fall to him tonight, and soon join Lydia as another servant. Even now he could feel her eyes on his back, he imagined she had crept to an open window, shamefully wet and cheeks hot with tears as she touched herself. Her own orgasm would be sharp and bitter with shame. The thought made him cum.

---

Jordis returned a second time hours later, her search for Voslaarum as fruitless as her sisters. She wondered at these feelings inside her. This bitterness and spite, tangled with love and respect. She did love Lydia, it hurt to think of what had transpired between them in the past few days. Perhaps it was old rot, that needed to be cleared. So their relationship could grow anew. Or perhaps it was a tumor that would spread to consumer her utterly. Her feelings for Alik were all the more complicated. The man was the sun itself, but darkness instead of light. His pull was undeniable. She would not blame herself for falling into it, nor was she foolish enough to believe that she, Lydia and the mystery woman were alone in its hungry maw.

The familiar sounds of sex were strangely absent as she crossed the main hall. And it was this silence that drew her in as inexorably as gravity draws a stone to earth. The heavy oak door was cracked open as always. But the fires were blazing and illuminated the scene inside. How could she have ever mistaken that skinny waif for Lydia?

Her sister was lush, fertile. Muscle and smooth curves at war in the most delicious of ways. Her hips were round and wide, ready for their primal purpose, and her breasts were firm and proud, nipples already hardened with desire, separated only by the flatness of her stomach and the long muscles of her back. Copious amounts of seed oozed freely from her gaping womanhood.

"Are you not tired?" Lydia gasped, her mouth muffled by the bedding as she was too exhausted to even raise her head. "I cannot, not again."

"You must. I will not go unsatisfied, woman." Alik growled.

"I am too sore, Alik." Lydia mewled. "Even my jaw is aching."

"You promised you could be all that I wanted. All that I needed."

"I can, my Lord!" Lydia begged.

"Then prove it." Alik gently prodded her sister's asshole. "This hole is still fresh."

"I have never..." Lydia pleaded, struggling like a kitten against a mastiff.

The Dragonborn ignored her, pinning her helplessly beneath one strong hand, while the other anointed his cock in oil. He settled atop her, full of dark intent, even as her sister struggled ever so prettily. Jordis knew she should interfere, should help, should fight. Her sister was in pain, and this man... Instead she plunged a spit-wet finger into her own bum, a pitiful imitation of the scene before her.

The mighty spear gently nuzzled tight the entrance to her ass, despite Lydia's wails.

"Alik! Please! I beg of you! IT! WILL! NOT! FIT!" Lydia screamed.

"Why do you deny me, Housecarl? Have I not fed you? Sheltered you?" Alik held himself at the precipice of her opening and planted a tender kiss on her shoulder. "Pleasured you?"

"My lord. My love, you have, but this-

"If you are not prepared to serve...." Thought Lydia couldn't see it, Alik brought his gaze to Jordis for the first time.

"Wait!" Lydia cried, her eyes wild and ****. Even in the heat of the roaring fireplace, she shivered as she knelt back down, her eyes closing as she submitted.

"Ever part of you shall serve me. And every hole I shall claim!" And with that boast, he began to push.

Lydia screamed as the clenched muscles of her behind were **** wide, failing to expel the invader. Only the fact that he went slow and had used the oil kept her from tearing as he began his ****. Another thrust. Another scream. Another inch into her depths. Alik would devour her sister in his lusts, and all Jordis could think was that she would give anything to take her place.

"Take her, Alik." She whispered as her hand found her own dripping sex. "Break her."

Halfway inside, Alik stopped and rolled them to their side facing the open door. Jordis was in full view, she could see tears leaking between Lydia's cheeks, her sister's teeth clamped together so tight she barely even breathed.

"You've ruined me." Lydia whispered, eyes still clenched shut against the pain.

Alik only smiled. "Not yet."

His hand slipped down to her sister's wet sex and played once more with the sensitive button there. Perverse, unwanted pleasure and burning pain were at war across Lydia's face. Her hips moved, as if by accident, squirming between her impalement and the sweet **** of her woman's pearl.

"What... is this?" Lydia's asked, awash in sensations, no longer the master of her own body. She had given it to him. Given him every part of herself.

Alik withdrew a fraction of an inch, and Lydia's face shone with wonder, then he plunged deeper still and they burned with blissful agony. "This is where you belong. This is your purpose. To serve me. "

"If I do this... you will love me?" Lydia said the words as if she had not thrown her body, heart and all at this man's feet already. She was trying to sell milk from a cow the raider had stolen days ago.

"I will not put you aside, Lydia." The was something dark in the man's promise. Something unspoken. And yet, it seemed to calm her sister at last. She shuddered, a powerful orgasm breaking over her at his words.

As he thrust inside her again and again, each time forcing more of his manhood where it was never meant to go, she merely took it. Accepted it with an unfeminine grunt. Until at last his hips were pressed tightly against the thickness of her hips and he roared out his own release, his cum oozing out between their bodies. He pulled free slowly, as Lydia groaned before collapsing into a broken stupor. He knelt before her, their naked bodies painfully close.

He gently pulled Jordis' hand free of her sex and replaced it with his own, slipped a finger inside as she mewled at the electricity of his touch, before pulling it free and tasting her nectar. He smiled down at her.

"Tomorrow." He promised.

She nodded in surrender.

---

Jordis awoke late, the sun cutting thin beams through the slats in her window shutters. She was slick with sweat and desire, her meager hours of sleep fitful and broken up with intensely sexual dreams heavily featuring Alik. She knew he expected her. Knew it was a betrayal, and yet her resistance was a tiny gutted flame against the looming darkness of her arousal. She found herself outside his bedroom door. Fully closed for once. She knocked, then entered.

Alik sat nude on the bed, Lydia similarly without clothes rested with her head on his lap as he gently stroked her hair. For a single terrible moment, Jordis was certain he had killed her sister in his terrible lust, until she saw the older woman's chest slowly rise and fall. She moved to back out silently.

"Stay." Alik commanded, never looking up.

"Is she-

"A sleeping draught. My desires have been quite demanding these past few days." He looked up, not at all apologetic. "But now that you're here to help 'lighten my load' shall we say? -she should have plenty of time to recover."

She wanted to protest, to claim honor or loyalty or even decency but it hardly rang true, not after all she had done. Whatever strange power he had used to capture her still held fast.

There is more room in my bed Alik."

He smiled, not at all kindly. "There is room aplenty here. Do not pretend shyness now."

She shuddered and removed her shift, naked before his gaze. She could feel his eyes devouring her supple form. Her breasts were not large, smaller even than her sisters, but they were high and firm, topped with perfect pink areolas that hardened as he licked his lips. His gaze slid lower to the flatness of her stomach, then the feminine curve of her hips, a trait she shared with her sister. 'Child-birthing' a Priestess of Mara had called them once. How she had laughed at the thought of children then, but now...

Alik pulled her into his arms, his hunger rising up between his legs to smear wetly against her stomach.

"You would not be my first, but there have not been many." Jordis murmured as his hands groped her ass. "Will you be gentle?"

He picked her up and laid her down on the bed beside her sister, before aligning the great blunt head of his throbbing manhood with her weeping center. They were terribly mismatched, his spear nearly long enough to reach her navel and so dangerously thick. How did Lydia manage to take all of him?

"No." He finally replied. Then plunged nearly half his length into her at once.

"Wait!" Jordis cried out as she was nearly split it two. There was no pain, merely an ache and a very great fullness. She hardly had time to cry out before he pulled back and rammed forward again, sliding inches deeper into her core. He pumped and pumped despite her cries, despite her protests, despite her muscled arms pressing futilely against his powerful chest, he was relentless in his conquest; pushing and pulling at her body until all at once he was still, and buried to the base inside her.

Her breath came in short pants as the world stopped shaking around her. She looked down to where they were joined and gasped. Her beautiful petals were stretched obscenely around the thick dark shaft that had claimed her. A thick froth of their mutual arousal oozed between them. She could feel him in her throat!

"You are not 'maiden', sword or otherwise." Alik taunted her with a satisfied grin on his face. "Look how you devour me. Jordis the Sword-Swallower has a better sound to it, don't you think?"

The shame of his words burned her, so why did she like it? Jordis nodded, she could only stare down at their crotches, utterly fascinated by the power this man had over her.

"Touch yourself." He commanded.

She slid a long hand down her body, a trail of goosepimples following in its wake until at last she gently brushed the swollen red lips of her sex.

She came instantly and hard. She screamed until her throat was raw, until her lunges ached. She was his, at last. And then he began to thrust once more. Shorter strokes at first, as his fingers sank into the firm flesh of her hips, rising occasionally to tweak her sensitive nipple or flutter gently over her woman's pearl. Then as her tight walls began to relax and melt around his unyielding shaft, longer thrusts followed, until she was out of her mind with sensation, lost in the sea of pleasure he inflicted upon her. Never breaking pace, Alik put his hand at the front of her mouth, his thumb pressing insistently on her lips before she opened and suckled his thick digit, luxuriating at the feel of his double penetration. The submission only heightened her arousal.

Alik withdrew and flipped her around, forcing her to look at Lydia's sleeping form as he pounded her from behind. The sight of her sisters still face, unaware of this deep betrayal awoke some horrid, perverse pleasure inside Jordis. It was an evil thing, but so sweet she didnt' care. She followed the gentle sway of her sister's breasts as they rocked back and forth from the strength of Alik's thrusts, hypnotized as Lydia's nipples began to harden in her sleep. Some strange perverse thought compelled her to lick them. Her mouth watered, her lips parted- only for the sharp crack of Alik's hand swatting her ass to bring Jordis out of her trance.

"How dare you look upon you noble sister. She is pure." He announced. "You are a slut, Jordis Sword-Swallower."

Jordis gasped.

"You profane your sister's bed."

She moaned.

"You should apologize."

"I'm sorry sister!" Jordis screamed as another, much hard orgasm overtook her. Dimly aware, she felt her lover swell inside as she clenched around him, he thrust another half dozen times as his seed pulsed into her deepest depths before the two of them collapsed in a pile of tangled limbs and exhaustion. With it came a rush of emotion flooding in, shame and self-hatred taking the lion's share.

Jordis looked on her sister with sadness now. How the poor blind fool loved this man. How she had trusted her own sister, only to be betrayed by both in the worst way. She wanted to wheel around and strike at him, to scream and take vengeance, but she was merely flesh and blood. And he was a Dragon. Alik's spear had stubbornly refused to soften and she gasped as he slid back inside her sore walls. Protests and honor forgotten as she took his full length with a grunt. Honor could wait until tomorrow.

She wouldn't be getting any sleep this night either, it seemed.

---

Jordis fled her sister's bed as before the break of dawn. She wandered, unsteady and bowlegged at first, dripping with the cum she'd taken so deep into her traitorous body, until at last she found herself back in the training yard, studying the weapons and forms around her. She shivered in the pre-dawn chill, the events of the past days turning over in her mind again and again. They had mated like animals for hours as her sister slept, on the bed, the table, the floor, ever part of her sister's home was defiled and every part of their bond was betrayed. When they were finished, his need finally sated, clarity flooded in.

Alik appeared, as she knew he would, taking her in at a glance as he pulled his cloak off- revealing that he wore as little as she underneath -before he wrapped her up in its warm folds, his touch surprisingly tender. He was a man of stunning contradictions, she realized. Honorable and yet selfish, noble and yet corrupt; would she ever understand him? Could she? Could anyone? What could a mortal ever be to a Dragon, but prey?

"You slept well." He finally said. It wasn't a question. Nor a means to fill the silence. It was pronouncement, a declaration of his will.

"I did." She acknowledged. And though she wished bitterly otherwise, he was the reason for both her rest and the greatest satisfaction she had ever known. She could not bring herself to thank him, so they sat in silence for a time, watching the first rays of light and color drive back the darkness. The colors were flat, muted, like a sunset's homely cousin.

"As a child, I was afraid of the dark. And when I was more than a child, I was still afraid. Lydia never judged me, never mocked me for my fear, though I cost her a good nights rest more than once. She gave me comfort before I even asked, and when I was ready, she taught me to face my fear. She would sit with me in the dark, each of us saying nothing, until the fear overwhelmed me and I would reach out for her. And every time, she was there. She stayed awake all night, day after day, until the day I no longer needed her. She did all this, not for her own benefit, but for mine."

Jordis turned to look at Alik now. His eyes patiently waited for her to ask the question that had hounded her for days now. A question she already knew the answer to, but needed to him him speak the words anyway. "You will never marry my sister, will you?"

"No more than I will marry you."

Oh, by the Divine such words should never be said in so cold a tone. It was as if he plunged a knife in her belly. Bastard. He cared nothing for her, for Lydia, for anyone, but himself. Her hand dropped to the space below her navel reflexively. And no care for that either, she supposed.

"You are no hero! You a corpse who wears a man's face. A ghoul!" She hissed. "How can a man be so cold?"

"Should I remind you that I am not a man at all? That I am all that protects you from the monsters in the dark? Or that the mighty make the rules and the weak endure them?" Alik shook his head. "The truth will not salve your pain."

"I will tell Lydia everything!" Jordis threatened.

He shrugged. "Your sister will be heartbroken to hear it. I daresay she will never speak to you again."

"Even if she comes to despise me-

"But she does not despise you. Until your fight- a fight I led you in to -she wished only to reunite with you. To be as close as you once were, before you mother died."

The world opened up and swallowed Jordis whole. "You lie." She whispered, though she knew in her heart he did not.

"She told me as such. She is proud of you, and misses you terribly. A shame you would throw all that away."

"Damn you! Damn you to Oblivion! You wish to ruin me? Or her? Is that it?"

"I wish neither. I have a purpose in mind for you, Jordis. And it is far from ruin."

"You have already had me in your bed. What more could you want of me?" Jordis was hyperventilating, the world spun around her. She wanted to be free of this torment. She wanted her sister's love. Her forgiveness. Her own honor. The truth would bring one, lies another. Nothing but blood could bring back the last. She was trapped in the web this man had woven.

"I only ask for a simple favor from a friend. We are friends? Are we not?" Alik smiled as he saw her realize her own defeat.

Jordis glared at him. "What. Do. You. Want?"

"I want what every man wants. More." His smile deepened to a maniac grin. "But in your case I am willing to trade. My secrets for yours. Your sister will never know of your betrayal, and in turn, you will say nothing of me to Elisif."

"Eli- What? Why?"

"My reasons are my own, but some time soon I shall visit your fair city, and I do not wish her to know if my comings, nor my goings."

"And if I do this?" The words were bitter on her tongue. A choice between family and duty. She was in the darkness again, and this time there was no sister to hold her hand.

"If you do this, I will leave for my business in Whiterun for a few days. Lydia has already been told that there was a misunderstanding between the two of you. She eagerly awaits you upstairs."

"There's too much bad blood now." Jordis shook her head. She couldn't believe it. Couldn't let that dangerous spark of hope grow into a flame. "You can't just wave your hand and help us reunite."

"You'll find I can be very helpful, if I'm properly motivated." Alik said, rising to close the distance between the two of them. He took a handful of her supple breast, palming it as those she were nothing but another tool to own- likely not far from the truth, she realized -and rubbed a nipple to hardness despite her rage.

"So. Do you want to be my friend, Jordis the Shield-Maiden?"