U.O.T.W. Chapter 175 Heroes Return

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    Even before the Companions arrived at Whiterun’s gates, they could hear the guards cheer at them. They left the horses at the stables and walked past the battlements under the jubilation which the guards and citizens cast upon them. Each Whelp had their chests swelled with a sense reverence and pride that only such a victory as the one they had triumphed over could bring.

     

    As they walked through the main gates, one of the Whelps called out to the four Companions.
    “Does it always feel like this?”

     

    Farkas laughed loudly at her and nodded.
    “Always; and yes, it’s better than sex”.

     

    Aela and Sotek laughed and cuddled close to one another as they both whispered to each other.
    “Almost”.

     

    When they ascended the steps of Jorrvaskr, amidst a cheering crowd, they were greeted by the Harbinger who was waiting for them. Before he could say anything, Sotek approached him and quietly spoke.
    “Harbinger, I’m worn out; I’m going to bed for a few hours. The Whelps can tell you all about it. All I want is my bed....”

     

    The Harbinger nodded in understanding and relayed his own news.
    “We’ve replaced the bed. Try and go easy this time. There are no others you know. Go! Get some rest lad; you’ve earned it”.

     

    The Argonian briefly rested his hand on Kodlak’s shoulder then headed off inside the hall to find his bedroom.

     

    Within a few minutes his door opened and Aela stepped inside. Sotek slowly lifted his head up off his pillow and enquired to Aela’s intentions for the interruption.
    “I appreciate your company but shouldn’t you be upstairs with the others celebrating?”

     

    Aela shoved his objections aside and she automatically started unbuckling Sotek’s Armor straps.
    “No; my place is by you. Come on, let’s get that gear off then I’ll make you feel better”.

     

    “I doubt it”. Sotek replied with a groan.

     

    “Oh yea? I have certain skills besides the bow you know”. Aela said as she smiled wickedly at him. Her expression soon changed however when she saw Sotek’s own face cringe as she stripped off his chest piece to reveal massive bruising all over his torso. With great effort he held the chest piece over the side of his bed and let it drop to the floor with a loud bang before he laid back down on his back to catch his breath and regain some energy.

     

    Aela stroked his cheek with the tips of her fingers and gently tilted his head towards her. Her voice was full of pity as she expressed her concerns over his welfare.
    “Why didn’t you say anything? Look at the state of you!” She removed his gauntlets then eased his boots off so she could take off his greaves.

     

    Once she had managed to strip Sotek’s armor off him she headed to the doorway.
    “You stay there; I’ll be back in a minute”.

     

    Sotek, not wanting to cause any needless worry called out to her, asking for her silence.
    “Don’t tell anyone. Don’t let it spoil their victory. We all made it back in one piece, that’s what counts”.

     

    “You’re hardly in one piece though; are you?” Aela opened the door to find the Harbinger waiting in the corridor. The Huntress paused for a few seconds as she tried to think of something to say but her mind was a complete blank. All she could do was to step outside and close the door behind her.
    “Ermm... hi”.

     

    The Harbinger, knowing all wasn’t well, held her arm and pulled her away from the door so they could talk more openly. He expressed his own concerns and enquired on Sotek’s condition.
    “How is he?”

     

    “He took the blunt of the fight in that crappy armor; how do you think he is? Sorry Harbinger...” Aela leaned her back against the wall and kicked it with the back of her heel. Almost glaring at the door as if it was at fault, she relayed to the Harbinger the extent of Sotek’s injuries.
    “He’s smothered in bruises, his chest's covered in them. I bet he’s got a few cracked ribs; he must have. Oh damn it all; I’ll sort him out, we’ll be up later. He’s going to rest for a few hours then we’ll come upstairs”.

     

    Kodlak couldn’t help but sympathize with Aela. He walked along the corridor towards his study and asked her to follow him.
    “Come with me”.

     

    The Harbinger led her to his room then pointed to one of the bookcases.
    “Get the wooden bowl; the one with the herbs in it. Soak them in hot water then dab the mixture on the bruises. Arcadia gave me the recipe. It works wonders you know”.

     

    She picked up the wooden bowl with the herbs then headed straight to Sotek’s room. When she was just about to leave the Harbinger’s study she turned back to face him.

     

    She thought about what to say but however she tried to word it in her mind, it always sounded wrong.
    “Harbinger; you won’t like this. I’m... I’m going to tell him to transform in his room. You know Scarface can heal him in no time”.

     

    Kodlak raised an eyebrow at her and shook his head dismissively.
    “This isn’t the first time though, is it? You two are getting too careless Aela. Just this once. I’ll keep the Whelps upstairs; don’t drag it out. He changes form then straight back again. Don’t defy me here girl! Do what you are told”.

     

    He glanced down the corridor before dismissing her; sending the Huntress on her way.

     

    Aela’s first task was to get a bowl of hot water in which she added a hand full of herbs. Within a few minutes she headed back to Sotek’s room.
    “I’ve got something to try on you. Harbinger reckons these will fix you up in no time. All I want you to do is lay still”.

     

    Sotek smiled at her and nodded.
    “You’re the priestess”.

     

    Aela smiled evilly at him and coyly replied.
    “Hmm, I like the sound of that. The priestess and the wounded soldier. So tell me, how goes the war my valiant hero?”

     

    Despite the pain from where Aela was treating his injuries, Sotek sniggered as he said.
    “Badly, I’m surrounded by miscreants who keep taking the mickey out of my leadership. Then there’s ‘her’, my second in command”.

     

    Aela gently started bathing his chest with the water and a linen cloth, taking care of the black bruising around Sotek’s rib cage. She seductively raised her eyebrows at his response and questioned him further.
    “What about her?”

     

    As he spoke, he watched her eyes for the slightest sign of reprisals.
    “She keeps trying to shoot me in the ass”.

     

    Aela tipped her head back and laughed dirtily. She couldn’t help but smile at him until she subconsciously started chewing her bottom lip. She stopped bathing his wounds and dropped the cloth in the bowl before placing it on the bedside table.

     

    The she-wolf started un-strapping her own armor and stripped off to just her loincloth then she carefully climbed up on Sotek’s bed and sat on his lap, taking care to deliberately grind into him. Under his watchful eye, she blew him a kiss and spoke.
    “Well you just rest easy now and I’ll take care of you”. Then she slowly and seductively resumed bathing his chest. She smiled to herself as she looked at Sotek’s face, his eyes were fixed on her body.

     

    “Hey, I’m up here”. She said, trying to divert his gaze.

     

    Sotek was too engrossed in the view of Aela’s torso. He was almost staring as her chest and like a snake in a trance; his eyes followed every movement her breasts made. Almost embarrassingly he looked up at her with a confused expression.
    “Huh? What?”

     

    Aela just laughed back at him and carried on with her care.
    “Nothing”.

     

    She lightly traced along his chest with her finger across one particular dark patch of bruising, causing Sotek to hiss at her, confirming her beliefs.
    “You’ve managed to crack a few ribs. These two are broken”.

     

    She gently felt one side of his chest while she thought about his werewolf form.
    “If you change would Scarface’s healing fix it?”

     

    Feeling more than a little uneasy due to the way Aela had asked him, Sotek answered her.
    “Ermm yea I guess so. Why? You know we can’t change here. We shouldn’t have last time and look what happened”.

     

    “So? Do it now”. She blankly replied. Guessing as to why Sotek was so apprehensive, she went on to explain about the conversation she had with the Harbinger. “Don’t worry. I’ve told Kodlak that I’m getting you to transform. It will heal you far quicker. Healing spells takes a few days to mend bones, Scarface doesn’t”.

     

    Knowing Aela wasn’t one to tell fibs, he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. Not that they really cared. Being young and reckless removed such qualms of law and obedience.
    “You want to get off and move out of the way?”

     

    Aela point blankly refused to budge. She slowly and decisively shook her head at the suggestion.
    “No. I’m not going to fear him Sotek. He answers to me. He answered to me when we dealt with Greymane and he will most certainly answer to me now. That’s the way of it. Like you said, Red answers to you; Scarface answers to me. Now... change”.

     

    Feeling somewhat hesitant Sotek obeyed and transformed. Black fur smothered his body as it grew in size and weight, lifting Aela up as the body changed underneath her. Two thick long werewolf legs dangled over the sides of the bed as Scarface struggled to fit in the space where Sotek was moments before.

     

    Scarface felt disorientated as he was on his back. What added to the confusion was the fact that a practically naked Aela was sitting on his stomach. He tilted his head and whined at her in the hope of Aela giving him leadership and direction.

     

    She could see he wasn’t happy with his current predicament. To calm him down she stroked the side of his head, brushing her fingertips through his fur. Now that he was calmer, the Huntress lent forwards and gently rested one hand in the middle of his chest holding him still. Her other hand felt the ribs which were fractured. As she touched a broken rib, Scarface snarled a warning.

     

    She quickly snapped back at him, raising the volume of her voice.
    “Quit it; behave”. As she felt the ribs, she could feel them bond and heal over. Within a few minutes there was no sign of any injury what so ever.

     

    Feeling far more relaxed as his injuries had healed over, Scarface lent his head right back, almost breaking the head rest in the process. Aela giggled and laid down on top of him, enjoying the feel of warm fur on her body. As she lay there, she wrapped her arms around him. Returning her affections, Scarface gently lifted a paw and rested it on her back. He stayed there, still and silent like a loyal hound protecting his mistress while Aela closed her eyes and listened to his beating heart.

     

    Suddenly there was a loud ‘crack’. Both Aela’s and Scarface’s eyes shot open then within a second, the bed collapsed in a deafening bang.

     

    At that moment, the Harbinger was walking down the corridor. As soon as he heard the crash he shut his eyes tightly only opening them when the sound died down as it echoed along the passageway. He dropped his shoulders and gave out a loud sigh then just blanked the whole thing out and headed upstairs.

     

    Scarface changed back to Sotek’s Argonian form to find Aela holding on tightly for dear life. He groaned as he shuffled on his back, taking Aela with him so a piece of wood wasn’t sticking in his shoulder blade. The Huntress looked up at him in shock. As their eyes made contact they both burst out laughing.

     

    Aela thudded her head into his chest then gazed up to him.
    “Well that’s a mood killer. Now you got to tell Harbinger you broke a second bed”.

     

    “How much of a mood killer?” Sotek asked, completely ignoring the broken bed they were sprawled out on.



    “Enough of one to matter”. Aela replied. “Get up... you can tell him while he’s in a good mood”.

     

    “Hang on; why do I have to tell him?” Sotek asked which prompted Aela to burst into laughter. Within moments Sotek joined in.

     

    Once they both stopped laughing again they took in the damage they had caused. Aela sat there shaking her head at the state of Sotek’s room.
    “Two beds! You’ve broken two beds. How the hell am I going to explain that? I’ll never live it down”. In a funny voice, she mimicked the Imperial Whelp. “Aela broke two beds. I bet they were screwing! The whore!”

     

    “We could always swap it for Farkas’s bed. Maybe he’ll get the blame”. Sotek said as he grinned back at her.

     

    Aela’s eyes opened wide while she stifled a laugh.
    “No, we are in enough trouble. You always cause me problems. Damn you; you’re worse than a dragon”. She yanked a pillow away from him and clouted him in the side of the head with it.

     

    He mimicked crashing to the ground as he pulled her down on top of him.

     

    Aela looked at him with a big grin on her face. Sarcastically, she pouted her lips and flashed her eyebrows at him.
    “Oh that was smooth. Let me go”.

     

    He shook his head at her and held her tightly in his arms.
    “No; I still need my priestess to take care of me”.

     

    Aela huffed back at him as she kicked away one of the bed legs so she had more room.
    “It’s not a priestess you need; it’s a bloody blacksmith. Look at it”.

     

    “No. I’m in denial, this never happened”. Sotek stated as he grinned to himself in a false air of serenity.

     

    Aela’s chin dropped as she gasped back at him.
    “Oh really? So, tell me; why are we on the floor?”

     

    “Because you’re an animal so we always sleep on the floor”. He bluntly stated. As he spoke his tail flapped around playfully.

     

    “I’m an animal am I?” Aela growled. In retribution, she grabbed his arms, pinning them in place then she moved her legs either side of his waist. With a cry of victory, Aela lifted herself up and dropped down to land heavily on his stomach, partially winding him.

     

    Sotek groaned as his tail lifted and thudded back down on the broken bed. It became entangled in the furs until it managed to free itself by thrashing around wildly.

     

    Now that his tail had quietened down, Sotek diverted his attention back to his mate.
    “Oww! You know; if you did that half a foot lower then it would have been enjoyable”.

     

    She gasped at his blatant rudeness then gave him a playful slap across the face.
    “There will be none of that talk in my temple thank you”.

     

    Sotek responded by pushing her off and rolling on top of her. He grabbed her by the knees, forcing her legs apart so he could lean into her body, giving her legs nowhere to go except to move either side of him, fighting her resistance as he did so. Both his hands move down, touching her skin, making her shudder. Despite her verbal protests, he pulled at her loin cloth tearing it off. Within a few seconds she saw her loincloth thrown across the room.

     

    His next act was to pin her arms down above her head. He lowered his face to her ear and whispered to her.
    “But I haven’t entered your temple yet”.

     

    Aela’s eyes suddenly shut tight as she gave out a loud moan.
    “You just have!”

     

    On entering the hall, the Harbinger contemplated as to which of the two brothers he would send to convey a message. Vilkas was at the large table with, as was the usual, a tankard of mead in his hand. He was talking with three of the Whelps about the dragon fight; tactics, defensive manoeuvers and weapons were all mentioned as he explained the difficulties in tanking such a beast.

     

    What was unusual was Farkas. He was sitting at a small table with a pile of parchments and a bottle of the Harbingers ink and his favourite quill. The Nord was franticly muttering to himself as he scribbled down notes of some description. Every so often he would burst out laughing then set his head back down and continue to write.

     

    The Harbinger glanced over to Tilma and silently asked her about Farkas’s strange behaviour by discretely pointing at him. The maid just shrugged her shoulders and mimed back at Kodlak.
    ‘Don’t ask me’.

     

    He decided to let Farkas be as it wasn’t often he would exercise his mind. Strength was his forte; it was Vilkas who was the thinker.
    “Vilkas”. The Harbinger said. “Go downstairs and tell Aela not to bother hiding it. Tell them I already know; I heard it from the corridor”.

     

    Vilkas felt like a third horse; unused and unwanted. Having no understanding of the message or its significance he blankly stared into space until the Harbinger called out his name a second time. Leaving his flagon behind, he scurried across the hall and headed to the Undercroft.

     

    Bemusing over Farkas and his erratic chuckling, the Harbinger sat beside Eorlund who was enjoying a hearty meal of sliced meats, potatoes and vegetables. Kodlak preferred the bowl of stew which Tilma had prepared for him. He found it more filling and it warmed the soul.

     

    Discretely, so as to not draw attention to their conversation, Kodlak spoke with his friend and confidant, Eorlund.
    “They broke a second one”.

     

    The blacksmith initially looked somewhat confused. He had no idea what Kodlak was referring to but the strange thing was, he never questioned as to the ‘who’ were, just the ‘what’.
    “They broke another what? There’s been so many different things lately”.

     

    “His bed judging by the sound it made”. Kodlak mumbled. He had only just replaced the bed Sotek ‘stole’ from the Whelps quarters. He knew there were no more beds left to borrow.

     

    The blacksmith sighed then shook his head at the thought.
    “This is ridiculous. Those beds have been there for years; they are solid. What the hell are they doing to break them?”

     

    Kodlak chuckled, earning a raised eyebrow from Tilma.
    “Eorlund you have a son do you not? Do I really need to draw pictures?” The Harbinger looked around the hall at the Whelps who were celebrating their victory while he spoke. “What do I do? Place straw in the corner and make them sleep there?”

     

    Eorlund easily envisioned Aela curled up asleep in the corner of the hall on a pile of straw.
    “Do you really think they would mind?”

     

    Kodlak allowed himself a smile and nodded back.
    “I think Aela would think it was cool, having straw in her room instead of a bed. Knowing those two scallywags, they would probably take it one step further. The next thing we’ll find is a small heard of deer running around the yard. No, I’ll have to think of something else”.

     

    Eorlund had a quick thought, and mentioned it the Kodlak who seemed out of ideas.
    “Why think of something else? Just put them both in a room together; they spend most nights together anyway. At least you contain the damage”.

     

    Straight away Kodlak saw a problem with the idea and he knew it wouldn’t work.
    “No; every so often Aela gets so solitary. When she does she likes her own space. He knows to stay away from her when she needs time away from everyone”.

     

    Feeling somewhat defeated, Eorlund sighed and returned to his meal.
    “Fine then I say let them sort it out. He’s smart and resourceful, let them sort out new beds. Give him the gold and let them sort it out between them”.

     

    Kodlak’s eyebrows lifted at the remark. He didn’t know if Eorlund was being serious or whether he was simply trying to pass the buck but something about it planted a thought in Kodlak’s mind.
    “Let them sort it out? Hmmm no hassles and if it goes wrong it’s their problem. Yes, we’ll do that”.

     

    During that time Vilkas headed downstairs but as soon as he entered the corridor he could hear howling coming from Sotek’s room.
    “Dirty hounds”. He said under his breath as he beat a hasty retreat and returned to the hall.

     

    Upon seeing him enter the hall, the Harbinger called him over and asked for Aela’s response.
    “So what was the excuse she gave this time. Or rather, what did Sotek tell her to say?”

     

    Vilkas just looked at him silently but he was grinning from ear to ear.

     

    “Come on, she must have said something”. Eorlund said as he waited impatiently.

     

    “Ermm yea sort of”. Vilkas replied as he made his way back to the table.

     

    At that point Tilma interrupted them. She butted straight in and demanded an answer.
    “Sort of? Vilkas stop beating around the bush. What did she say?”

     

    Vilkas roared with laughter, distracting Farkas from his writing.
    “There was one thing she said”. He tipped his head back and howled out loudly “Aaawwooo”.

     

    Kodlak briefly gazed at Vilkas before turning to Tilma. There was only one thing he could think of to say.
    “Oh my…”

     

     

Comments

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  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  December 5, 2016
    Fixed the errors. Thanks again Ebonslayer.


    Farkas....... you will all find out in due course.  
  • Ebonslayer
    Ebonslayer   ·  December 1, 2016
    “He’s smothered in bruises, his (chest's) covered in them."



    Kodlak couldn’t help but (sympathize) with Aela.



    Feeling more than a little (uneasy) due to the way Aela had asked him, Sotek an...  more
  • A-Pocky-Hah!
    A-Pocky-Hah!   ·  November 8, 2016
    To quote George Takei
    "Oh myy..."
  • The Long-Chapper
    The Long-Chapper   ·  November 7, 2016
    HAHA, this was a fun chapter, Sotek. Come worsheeeeeeep at ma temple. We come up with more ways to say sex than anybody else we know.  :D
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  November 7, 2016
    Give it a few chapters and you'll find out who. (Mattresses at least)
  • The Sunflower Manual
    The Sunflower Manual   ·  November 7, 2016
    I pity whomever makes mattresses and bedframes in Whiterun.