The spoils of battle

With their weapons taken, the others were thoroughly beaten. We gave the leader — a Breton named Phelibert who turned out to be well-versed in restoration magic — permission to heal himself and his associate, and bury their fallen comrade. Afterward we ate something, we tied both of them up in the sleeping area of the second tower, back to back and gagged, with a blanket over them, so they couldn’t watch us sleep. Then Torvar went off to bar every door he could. At least for the night, we wouldn’t be disturbed.

I noticed how nervous Ria was, so I handed her a bottle of Honningbrew.

“Down it,” I said. “You’re not gonna get what you want by standing around.”

She sighed. “What if he’s not interested?”

“Then he’ll sleep on the floor,” I laughed. “But he’s not gonna turn us down, not while we have all the mead.”

She punched my arm and laughed. “You’re a nightmare.”

“You know it,” I said, and I punched her back, resulting in the two of us rolling around on the bandit captain’s bed. In the end she was on her back, and I had her pinned down. I stared at her for a moment, before pressing my lips against hers.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, with cute rosy cheeks. “He’s not even here yet.”

“I figured we could warm up a little.”

“I-I guess you’re right,” she said, and let her hands find the openings in my clothing as she kissed me.

We were partly undressed, and completely engrossed in our lovemaking when Torvar ascended the stairs.

“Well by Dibella…” he brought out.

We broke off our kiss to look at him. He just stood there for a moment, likely unsure if his presence was welcome.

“What’re you waiting for, Torvar?” I said.

“What?” he stammered.

“You big oaf,” Ria suddenly blurted out, as if all her frustration had finally exploded. “Come here and fuck us.”

I was pretty sure none of us had ever done something like this before. Back home, it would have been scandalous, but for a Companion it wasn’t even remarkable. For a moment we all stared at each other. The tension was delicious, like the excitement before battle. It clicked for the first time then. I understood what the Companions were all about.

We pulled him onto the bed and unbuckled his armour. He didn’t resist in the slightest. Ria, in her mead-induced bravery, let her inhibitions go and threw off the last of her clothes. Her dark eyes glistened in the moonlight. She grabbed both our hands and placed them on her breasts, and then sighed under our touch. With my other hand I slid between Torvar’s legs.

It’d been ages since I held a proper cock in my hands, and though I felt rusty, my fingers got to work like they’d never done anything else. As its owner and my friend shared a deep, longing kiss, I decided to take what I needed so badly. I flipped to my back and grabbed the man by the hips. Before long, I felt him pushing against the back of my throat. The old, familiar gag reflex kicked in, and send a wave through my body. I couldn’t help gasp and then moan at the feeling of my mouth being used so thoroughly. I couldn’t escape, and didn’t want to, as Ria’s strong legs pinned me down on the bed — somewhere between the third and tenth thrust into my throat she’d started straddling me, and rubbing herself against me, which you might guess by now, turned me into a drooling, groaning mess.

His dick thoroughly lubricated, he slid right into Ria later, and me after that, and many new lovely memories later, we fell asleep, completely spent after our battle and vigorous lovemaking.

I didn’t mind the two of them falling asleep in each others arms, yet I couldn’t sleep afterwards. Though a great distraction, their lovely moans and later snores didn’t exorcise the dead stare on the other Ylsi’s face from my brain. Even after I played with myself, in the hope of getting myself to sleep, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.