Believe, Believe the Dragonborn Comes

"Had he died in his sleep and woken up in Sovengarde? His mind had gone blank from shock. All he could do was stare helplessly, his hands instinctively grabbing onto her hips to hold her in place on his lap. Her body was warm under his fingers, her curves giving easily under the pressure of his fingers. He gulped."

I've been playing a lot of Skyrim lately, and like usual I married Farkas. I did try and give other characters a chance but it was no use. There's just something about him. I wrote this with my character in mind, she's a Nord spellsword but I left the descriptions of her purposefully vague, so you could imagine any race or class in Skyrim. Anyways, this was basically an excuse for me to write spice. Here you go, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

(cross posted on Ao3)