Marielle x Sylgja / Marielle x Mjoll the Lioness

Arriving in Shor's Stone that evening, the same small group of miners was gathered around the campfire as the last time she'd arrived in the village. The driver pulled the carriage aside to park up, suggesting he would start his own fire and that a tent would be available.

"I might be sleeping somewhere else," Marielle stated.

"Well, we'll leave not long after sun up if you're not here."

Approaching those gathered around the campfire, Sylgja recognised her immediately, the pair definitely grinning at each other as she took one of the spare chairs and sat close to her. There was stew in a pot that was offered and she readily accepted, as the carriage hadn't stopped all day, and she had only brought a couple of things to nibble on.

"Heading back to Riften?" Sylgja asked.

"Yeah. Had something to take care of near Whiterun. Seems the carriage driver likes to stop here."

"They always do when making their way from the north towards Riften. We're a convenient place to stop, and relatively safe."

"Are you well, Sylgja?"

Another sweet smile that definitely lit up her face. "Getting better with each day. Still can't crack rocks like I used to but I'll get there eventually."

"Have you thought about my idea of trying to get home to see your family?"

"I'd love to, Marielle, but this job takes up all my time. But we get the occasional visitor that makes it all worthwhile." She reached over to take her hand. "Want to head inside for a drink? I have one or two bottles that might take your fancy."

There were one or two comments from her fellow miners as they upped and walked towards her house. When the door was locked, that told Marielle everything she needed to know. She was staying the night. Sylgja slowly walked towards her and wasted no time kissing her, bodies quickly moulded into each other. "So much for a drink," Marielle stated softly before finding a place on her neck that looked perfect for kissing.

"We'll do that after we make love," Sylgja whispered.

They took their time undressing each other, each piece of exposed skin receiving plenty of attention with fingers and lips. Marielle definitely appreciated the body on display when Sylgja was just in her bra and panties, a sign she swung an axe all day, even day, with defined arms and legs, and even a toned stomach that made her eyes light up. Her breasts were only slightly larger than their own, and after tumbling into bed and removing her panties as well, she definitely smiled when her own bald pussy was revealed.

"I've been shaving it since we first met, in the hope you'd return."

"Consider me honoured, Sylgja." Her excitement was obvious as she spread her legs, as her pussy glistened in the candlelight. "Are you excited?"

"I still wish I'd invited you in last time. That kiss alone…"

"I'm going to wait to taste you. I think I'm going to tease you a little more."

Tease her she did. Her entire body was given attention, though she loved her breasts, her nipples poking enough to put out an eye. She loved running her fingers along her skin, far softer than she would have thought. But her pussy was far too inviting, and when she ran her tongue along her slit, finally stating her, Sylgja released a loud groan while Marielle would admit she felt a surge through herself.

"I want you too," Sylgja moaned, "We can please each other all night."

Though Marielle would have happily waited, she didn't want to deny her lover the chance to please her in return. Carefully swinging her body around, they were soon pleasing each other, a mixture of tongue and fingers ensuring that the only noises were their soft moans. And it was obvious her lover was turned on, and loved what she was doing, as she enjoyed her first orgasm after only a few minutes, though was whispering for Marielle to keep going. She wasn't going to refuse that request, considering Sylgja was on the verge of making her cum as well.

When she did orgasm, she sat up and practically gyrated on her face, feeling Sylgja's arms wrap around her thighs, eagerly continuing to eat her out as she couldn't help release another loud moan. "Divines, you're good at this," she whispered, running a hand down to her body to eventually fondle her clit. "Make me cum again," she added.

"Gladly," Sylgja replied before her mouth proceeded to do just that. One of many reasons why she loved being a woman was the fact she could orgasm almost constantly, if she was with the right lover. And Sylgja was the perfect lover at the moment, as she made her orgasm twice more in perhaps ten minutes. After the third, she had to return the favour, lying down and having Sylgja sit on her face, making sure she sat so their eyes could meet, and that just made her smile as she ate her out.

"Well, you look beautiful in this position," Sylgja whispered, "I love your eyes."

Wrapping her arms around her thighs, she kept Sylgja in place as she made her orgasm again, and again, and again…

It was an almost perfect night. After a few hours, they were both exhausted, bodies like jelly and trying to stand up was nearly impossible. "You broke my pussy and you've broken me!" Sylgja stated with a giggle as she tried to stand up. She managed to stagger over to the cupboard, bringing back a bottle of something, sitting against the headboard and taking sips of the liquor.

"I'm already hoping I'll be back this way again and soon."

Sylgja kissed her cheek. "You have a permanent invite to visit me anytime. I can't remember any lover making me cum so much."

"Well, when you have such a beautiful pussy…"

"Talk like that will give a girl feelings."

She sighed. "Trust me, Sylgja, I'm finding my 'I don't get feelings for anyone' thing very difficult nowadays."

"You have a few lovers?" She nodded. "And you like a lot of them?"

"All of them. Some were just the one night, but I have lovers I am with more often. I can usually separate it, just enjoy the moment with them, but… well, there is more than one that I've had a real connection with. It's not love, but I really like them."

"Am I one?" Sylgja asked softly.

"It's why I was so eager to stop here. The fact we talked for hours last time and didn't end up having sex, and all I wanted to do was come back and see you…"

Sylgja kissed her for that one, and it was a kiss that told Marielle how much she already liked her. It made her smile as they made out. "I have a hard life here, Marielle. Just your two visits alone have been invigorating. I'm trying not to overthink things but… it's difficult. What doesn't help is that I'm the only woman here, and I only like women!"

"Not even futanari?"

"No. I don't like cocks. And I say that having experienced it more than once. I never enjoyed it. But when a woman is going down on me, or I'm going down on a woman." She sighed. "By the Divines, Marielle, I know that's all I want with a lover." There was an obvious glance in her direction. "I assume you enjoy their company?"

"I do. More of my lovers are futanari. I love being fucked."

Sylgja cuddled into her. "Thank you for being honest. I know others may have denied it to keep me happy."

They made love again one last time, this time lying back as the other rested between their legs, looking up into their eyes as they ate them out ever so slowly. Marielle pleased her last, ensuring she gave Sylgja the orgasm to end all orgasms. It was powerful enough to make her shed a few tears. Kissing up her body, the next kiss was more passionate than any shared early, the gaze into each other's eyes suggesting they already liked each other a hell of a lot.

And, for the first time she could remember in a long time, she held a lover in her arms, Sylgja snuggled back against her. Marielle would admit she loved the feeling, simply because it was something she rarely experienced. Sylgja fell asleep quickly, so she spent a few minutes just listening to her sleep before finally drifting off herself.

After a private breakfast the next morning, Sylgja escorted her out to say goodbye. That last kiss… Sylgja had no problem shedding a couple of tears, though assured her it was because that she'd had the time of her life, and simply didn't know when they'd see each other again. "I have no idea how long I'll be in Riften. I'm sure I can work my way here from there at least once."

"I hope so," Sylgja whispered, before they shared one last kiss. Marielle wasn't surprised she turned and disappeared back into her house before the carriage even moved. She felt a connection with all her lovers, but the connection with Sylgja was something she simply didn't expect. And what confused her is that she loved with futanari. She just loved being fucked. But she'd felt incredibly strong connections to first Olfina and now Sylgja. Maybe it was just in her mind. She knew, as soon as she was back in Riften, she'd be getting fucked constantly, and felt a pang of guilt that she'd probably forget all about them until she next desired a woman.

Arriving back in Riften by early afternoon, she headed straight to Black-Briar Manor to inform Maven of the outcome. She wasn't alone at home, as her two sons, Hemming and Sibbi, were both in the house, so Maven was business like as Marielle explained everything she found. While a little disappointed they couldn't have fun, Maven was polite enough to walk her to the door. "We'll certainly have some fun another time," Maven whispered, "I do plan on taking that tight little arse of yours."

"I look forward to it, Maven. Just you, or will Ingun be involved?"

Maven met her eyes. "What would you like?"

"I'd love just to have you alone, at least once."

That actually made Maven smile. And it appeared to be a genuine one. "Made an impression?"

"I think you're fucking gorgeous, Maven."

That earned her one hell of a kiss, pressed against the door, feeling Maven's hard cock press into her. Thankfully, they were not interrupted during the kiss, but Maven did eventually force herself a step backwards. "I'd love you to stay, Marielle, but…"

"It's awkward. I understand. Do they know?" Maven sighed, and looked a little sad more than anything, which was a surprise. "You've never told them?"

"Not just me. They don't know about Ingun either. I've always thought it's not for them to know. I mean, I know futanari are everywhere, but… I'm still their mother and… I know they have ideals in their minds. Add to that they're both idiots." That made Marielle laugh. She couldn't help it, but it made Maven smile again. "I'm sure you know about my reputation. And, as I know about your previous lovers, I'm sure you know what many think about us. So I have to be careful."

"It's safe with me, Maven."

"I know, Marielle. Thank you for doing the job for me. I'll talk with Ingun when she gets home and we'll see if we can get together again soon."

"I'd love it, Maven, but as I said, I'd enjoy time alone with you. I think we'll have a lot of fun together."

Maven gave her a soft kiss for that, before suggesting she'd better go, otherwise the temptation might be just too great. Heading back into town, she noticed Mjoll in the distance doing her usual patrol of town, no doubt hoping to collar a thief. Again, she felt a pang of guilt, because she knew if Mjoll ever found out the truth, that would be it. And she definitely didn't want to give up Mjoll or that cock she had.

Back in The Ragged Flagon a few minutes later, Brynjolf was all ears as she explained what she did for Maven, and showed him what she found. Letting her know she'd inform Mercer, she then thought that it was about time she came clean.

"I need to tell you something, Bryn."

The man sighed but said, "I figured it would come out eventually. Is your name Marielle?"

The question made her grin. "Of course it is, Bryn. I haven't told any of you a lie. I just haven't told you the whole truth of who I am."

"Okay, what is the whole truth?"

"I'm the Dragonborn."

His eyes opened wide for a moment. "I was told he was some big brute of a Nord, called himself Ragnar. Spent half his time bedding the women of Skyrim."

"Nope. It's me. I can give a demonstration, if you want." He waved way that offer with a grin. "The Divines appear to have some sense of humour on them. Anyway, I originally came down here because I was looking for someone. A man named Esbern."

"Him? I can take you to him right now, if you want."

"Well, to be honest, I've been enjoying what I'm doing… but there is the whole dragon thing to solve. So my idea was this. I grab Esbern, solve this whole dragon thing, then head back here."

That seemed to make him laugh. "You want to be a thief?"

"I'm enjoying investigating this mystery. And if people have this idea that the Dragonborn is going to be a whiter than white character, a man or woman of pure goodness, they're going to be disappointed."

Brynjolf kept his word and escorted her most of the way, Vex and Delvin obviously realising who she was and joining them. What none of them expected was to meet Thalmor in the tunnels leading towards Esbern. Being elves, they used magic instead of weapons. Marielle had no problem fighting magic with magic, and although she took one good shock, sending her to her knees, she figured proof of being Dragonborn would be a good idea, eventually blowing the three Thalmor back, one crashing into the wall with a sickening crunch, definitely a broken neck or back, the other two remaining on the ground and easy pickings.

"The door at the far end, lassie. We'll leave you be for now. When you've solved the dragon issue, come back and I'm sure we'll all make a lot of coin."

"Thanks, Bryn."

Vex was the last to leave, the pair sharing a short but intense kiss, before Vex wished her a genuine sounding good luck before she disappeared with the others. Approaching Esbern's door, he was naturally suspicious, but after using the phrase Delphine suggested, he invited her inside and, explaining who she was, he immediately started to explain what the return of Alduin, and her arrival in Skyrim and revelation she was Dragonborn, meant for Tamriel and the world.

None of it sounded good, but when he heard she'd been sent by Delphine, and that they'd already started their investigations, he was pleased to hear she was still alive, and agreed to follow Marielle immediately.

He only grabbed a couple of things he desperately needed before they headed up to the surface. It was the first time she regretted not having her own horse, so asked the carriage to take them direct to Riverwood, not stopping if possible. Worried about bandits, she gestured to her bow and quiver of arrows, suggesting she was more than capable of fighting off, Esbern adding most would run at the magic spells he was capable of wielding. Convinced, the driver told them to climb on board.

Marielle made sure Esbern got some rest during the night, only snoozing herself for an hour or two at most, so by the time they arrived in Riverwood, she was feeling rather tired, but Esbern was feeling fresh, at least. She had no idea how old the man was, but he was definitely no longer a young man. The carriage driver dropped them off at the bridge before turning around to head back to Whiterun, the pair heading straight to the inn. There was no sign of Delphine as usual, and Marielle was going to joke that she might have been at Whiterun having fun.

But they found her downstairs in her secret room. The embrace shared between her and Esbern suggested a deep friendship, as she immediately started to fuss all over him, the old man waving it all away, telling her to stop fussing over him. He sat down and looked between the pair of them. She was wondering if he was going to ask a personal question or two, but instead he started to explain what the next step was all about. They needed to find something called Alduin's Wall, which was inside somewhere called Sky Haven Temple.

Gathering around the map, it was immediately clear it was going to be a long journey. None of them had horses, so it meant walking. "We can always get help," Marielle suggested.

"We're probably going to need it," Delphine said, gesturing to the map, "That there is Karthspire. And I know for a fact Forsworn have made their home in those hills."

"Forsworn?" Marielle asked.

Delphine met her eyes. "Well, they're not Nords, and many of them believe they are related to your people, the Bretons. Before calling themselves Forsworn, they were just known as Reachmen. Don't worry, I know for a fact that the Bretons don't consider Reachmen kin. Doubt the Forsworn think of anyone as kin, as they seem to hate everyone equally."

"So we're going to have to fight our way through?"

"More than likely."

"Then I suggest we get some help. And I've just had an idea. Head to Whiterun, let Lydia and Aela know I'll be back with someone else to help us. I need to head back to Riften."

"Riften? What for?"

"I made a few friends while I was there, and there is one woman who can definitely help us."

Delphine smiled, a knowing smile, but agreed. The carriage driver was already waiting outside Whiterun, and burst into laughter when Marielle requested an immediate return to Riften. Due to the late departure, they got nowhere near Shor's Stone for that evening, simply stopping once it was too dark to continue and made camp.

It was late afternoon when she walked through Riften gates the next day, heading straight for Mjoll's house. She was delighted to see her, seeming to be aware that she'd departed. And she figured it was time she was honest about who she was. Sitting down on the only lounge, she admitted that she was the Dragonborn, but despite her gifts, she needed help. That simply made Mjoll grin, immediately stating she would love to help her.

"We need to return to Whiterun to join up with some colleagues, then we're going to head further west as we're looking for an ancient temple that will hopefully contain the information we need to defeat Alduin. But I know I can't do it alone. And considering you're a fucking warrior goddess…"

"You're just trying to get under my skirt again, Marielle." She just gave Mjoll a look she couldn't misinterpret, which made her laugh. "I assume you would like to leave tomorrow?"

"Yeah, we'll return to Riften, meet the others, then we'll begin the journey west. None of us have horses, so we'll probably be walking all the way."

"I love camping under the stars." Mjoll then shuffled closer, laying a hand on her thigh. "And I guess you'll need somewhere to stay tonight?" she asked softly.

"Yeah, I handed in the key for my room in the inn."

"Well, I have space in my bed if you want it."

"Definitely."

Mjoll practically picked her up to straddle her lap, then stood up, Marielle wrapping her legs around her, as Mjoll carried her upstairs, closing the door and pinning her against it, her lips finding hers as she felt her cock press against her covered pussy. Mjoll's lips found her neck, making her gasp loudly, amazed at the strength of her lover, though Marielle wasn't exactly a heavy woman. She was rather short and lithe, so someone like Mjoll could throw her around the room if she desired.

But she didn't, carrying her to the bed, where she took great delight in undressing her first, Mjoll not removing an article of clothing while she ended up nude, and she was then showered with attention, Mjoll particularly focusing on her small breasts. She'd always thought they suited her frame well, but when compared to futanari like Mjoll or Maven, she was… small. When she asked Mjoll what she thought, her lover smiled. "They're perfect for you, Marielle. That's what matters. And I love the sounds you make when I flick your nipple with my tongue."

"They can be rather sensitive," she whispered.

"I can almost taste your scent. Are you turned on?"

"Mjoll, I was turned on the moment you pulled me onto your lap downstairs. It's just increased since then."

Mjoll leaned up and kissed her. "I've found myself comparing all my lovers to you, Marielle." That confession simply made her smile. "I really like you."

"Well, that affection is returned, Mjoll."

"Good. So… I'm going to eat your pussy now." Marielle laughed at the blunt remark, but sometimes, there was nothing wrong with being told exactly what was going to happen. "I'm going to remain dressed during it. Only after I've made you cum so often that you're begging me to stop will I undress, and then you can suck my cock."

"I can't wait."

"Neither can I, but I love going down on you, Marielle."

And Mjoll certainly went about proving how much she did love it. Marielle didn't like to compare her lovers, as they were all unique, all had their talents, their little secrets, and they were all different people at heart, but there was no doubt Mjoll just loved going down on her as she said. While she might not have seen the smile on her lips, the smile in her eyes, in addition to the undoubted desire, turned her on as much as what Mjoll was doing to her. Her tongue did things to her that were hard to describe, except that it made her feel so good, the orgasm, when it arrived, was inevitable.

Mjoll didn't relent for a long time, making sure her legs were spread apart the entire time, her pussy at her mercy as Marielle rode a crest of what felt like a continuous orgasm at times. Knowing what next probably helped her state of mind, the fact she knew she was going to be well and truly fucked next, but the way Mjoll enjoyed pleasing her with just her mouth, not even sliding fingers inside her…

She lost track of time, no idea how long Mjoll had eaten her out, but there was one last orgasm before she was practically babbling, her mind completely frazzled, when she probably pleaded that Mjoll needed to stop. Feeling her body relax, soft lips kissed up her body before those same lips caressed her cheek. "I told you so," Mjoll whispered into her ear.

"Goddess," Marielle murmured back.

"I'll give you a little time to recover. You look exhausted."

"Your fault!" Marielle retorted with a giggle. Then she found herself moved, Mjoll grabbing and gently rolling so she rested on her chest, feeling one arm wrap around her, fingers gently stroking her back. It was incredibly relaxing, and she felt a real surge of feeling for the woman. It didn't catch her by surprise, but she could easily admit she really liked her. Like all her other lovers. It made her smile, knowing she had met so many lovers.

"You still awake?" Mjoll eventually asked.

"You are very comfortable," Marielle replied, before looking up to meet her eyes, Mjoll returning a grin, "Though I'd love to suck…"

"You want to make love?"

"More than anything."

Marielle found herself gently rolled onto her back again, Mjoll leaning down to kiss her, gently spreading her legs once again as she poked her pussy with her enormous cock. Mjoll kept kissing her as she gently slid inside her, whimpering immediately as she'd slightly forgotten just how big she was. It didn't hurt at all, it was just large.

Mjoll didn't slide her entire length in at firstly, slowly starting to thrust into her. It felt so good, so fast, Marielle thought she was going to start to cry, making do with looping her arms around the back of her neck, Mjoll keeping her legs spread nice and wide, looking down to see a good portion of her thick cock disappear inside her.

"Fuck, Marielle," Mjoll murmured.

"You love my tight pussy?" Mjoll gave her the sort of look that sent a shiver down her spine. The sort of look that suggested Mjoll wanted to just fuck her hard all night. Maybe later… "Take it slow for now," she added softly.

"I'm going to cum quickly regardless. Eating you out for so long, I almost came in my panties!"

They both laughed at that before they both went relatively quiet except for the heavy breathing and light moans Marielle released. She'd enjoyed plenty of sex since she was last with Mjoll, but there was just something about being with her, and she wasn't just thinking about her enormous cock… The first moment she'd laid eyes on her when walking into the inn, she'd wanted her. When she finally had her, she knew she'd always want her. Now that Mjoll would be leaving with her the next morning, the thought that she'd have Mjoll, and Lydia, and Aela, and even Delphine…

Mjoll did cum in her rather quickly, releasing the sort of groan that Marielle thought would have been heard around Riften, but she did not stop for a second. In fact, she picked up her tempo as she was clearly cumming inside her, and after she was finished, the tempo picked up further. It was what Marielle considered fucking her now, as her legs were pushed back further, her pussy completely exposed for Mjoll to do whatever she wanted with it.

"Fuck me," she growled in such a tone, it even surprised herself, "Fuck me!"

"You sure?" Mjoll asked.

"I want everything!"

Mjoll smiled, a beautiful smile, not the sort of smile one would have expected, leaning down to give her an incredibly soft kiss, before shuffling to get comfortable…. Then she fucked her.

Marielle almost blurted out she loved her within a couple of minutes. She enjoyed another orgasm a couple of minutes after that, overjoyed that she was one of the minority of women, from what she knew, that could orgasm from a cock simply pumping inside her. But as for Mjoll, the fact she was managing to take her entire cock, she was certain Mjoll's enormous cock grew even bigger, feeling even thicker than ever before.

Mjoll didn't stop even as Marielle orgasmed, before her goddess grabbed the back of her knees and pushed them right back, and that's when Marielle well and truly founded herself fucked. It was only then she'd admit it did start to get a little uncomfortable, but any discomfort was outweighed by how exciting it was to be fucked so hard and well by her Nordic goddess.

Little wonder she had yet another orgasm. And that made her cry. Mjoll slowed down enough to ask if she was okay. Marielle waved away her concern, laughing and crying at the same time, assuring her she was fine, it was just feeling better than she ever believed, and for her to keep fucking her.

She had no idea how long Mjoll fucked her, but by the time she needed to stop, she'd cum twice more inside her. As soon as she was finished, Marielle found herself grabbed and rolled to lie on her chest once again, Mjoll once again cuddling her, gently stroking her back. "I can't believe it, Marielle," she whispered, "I can count on one hand… and still have fingers remaining."

"All I know is that I'm currently overflowing with cum, Mjoll. I'll probably need two potion bottles tomorrow morning!" She leaned up and gave her a kiss. "Before we leave tomorrow morning, I want some of it down my throat."

Mjoll burst into laughter but promised her it would happen. After cleaning up, Marielle once again found herself the little spoon next to her. She might have been the Dragonborn, feted to save the world from Alduin, but when being held by her Nordic goddess, she felt safer than ever.

After giving the blowjob she wanted the next morning, happily nearly gagging on the torrent of cum that overflowed out of her mouth, they dressed, packed their things, and after boarding the carriage waiting outside the walls, they began the long journey to Whiterun.