Edited and ready for consumption. Like my ACT score, tomorrow. 

It has been good sister, Uthgerd said as her not as advancely armored body crossed the slopes after having shown me what it could do. The title as Thane swung with the sway of my moments, strapped across my shoulderblades as we made it to a plot of empty land. 

The thing I wanted stood in front of me. Not a lot, but land that I could say was mine. A wreath of mountains, or in other words, a steady supply of ice wraith teeth, and a nice mountainous crag of land on which my house was to be built on. I exhaled in wonder, dropped my stuff, and cried. On the way here, Uthgerd bled a little after having fought beings at Helgen since it had reacquired a bandit cult, but it wasn't a major wound and would be fixed whenever. I marveled at her strength and tried to help her but for the most part, I didn't have to. But I understood since I never tend to myself, but that's just me. 

We had returned back to the Falkreath Jarl with that news, and having talked to the townspeople about my want to help them with their losses thanks to the werewolf attack (though they were fairly cynical), the Jarl deemed me great and gave me the Thane title right away. I mentioned I had murdered the beast and took his hide but the Jarl barely believed me and didn't need anything more to know I'd be a great protector of his people. 

Now with that title (as I am Thane of Whiterun), and this house-building land, I felt extremely capable of anything, except this woman I felt I didn't deserve. 

Looking back at her, and the way she grabbed my shoulders and moved her hands circularly on them for my comfort showed me that there was some unconditional partnership going on. 

No matter what, we'd always be the baddest competitive chicks in Whiterun, sharpening each other even, helping each other through the thick and bloody. Even though some differences that seem to split a pair of friends come along with the property. 

I went to the workbench, feeling the mountain wind brush the hair on my cheek, while I figured what exactly was the deal with this property. I hummed satisfactorily at the wood and clay, once I ran my hands down their crevices and textures, clay in my chest of things near the workbench and down in the earth beneath my feet, near the drop off of mountain that led to a river. Wood a ways back up the mountain, near the clearing. And the mountain itself was like a stone deposit, for days. I would never run out. I chuckled, the laughter bursting from the seams of my mouth. Uthgerd sighed, happy at my happiness.

I took to the wood, chopping it in fine halves. Had taken off my armor - wow, shockingly vulnerable, now - to lessen the strain of muscles while chopping. Uthgerd lingered behind, maybe cause she knew I was busy or did not want to get hit with my full wood-chopping force. But in the split second within me replacing a log on the stump, she caressed my muscles from behind. 

I leaned back into her, the feeling really relaxing to my sore bulges of sinew. She moaned and took that moment to land a kiss on my now exposed neck, and I returned the vocalness. 

She kissed my cheek, then my voluptuous pair of lips. I punched her face with my nails for the goodness I felt, even though her mouth could use some sweetness for the bland favor I tasted from her lips. But man...the fact that her tongue was 'on' mine did bring my satisfaction. 

I pushed her down on the tree stump of splinters and notches where I'd been cutting the wood and straddled her instead, unbuckling the shirt she wore...her armor just as good as removed from earlier as mine had been. Her ivory chest sang out to me, and an exposed nipple became in my grasp as I played with it and my hazel eyes dove into her alluring ever-brown ones. "My my, I would love to suck these."

She tilted her head back in pleasure - "Don't you dare try, I will hurt you. Seriously."

I leaned in to her, and now, leaned my head on her breast, my smile spreading slowly against her cleavage. "Why?"

She stared down at me, shifting her legs, that were being crushed against the lifeless tree, in order to accommodate my clumsily splayed and weighty figure. "Because your bite is really hard."

I just looked at her - never had I looked at her like I look at Lydia, misunderstanding, questioning, and even ridiculing. "Do you not understand I am not rough in all my handlings?"

Uthgerd watched my lips move before granting herself another taste of their lusciousness. I wondered what other lips she would be willing to try..."I don't know, but I like it rough, so it doesn't matter. Just not on my nipples."

I smiled as I kissed those purple beauties once again then took a Dwarven dagger from my pocket, a change of plans. Smiled, and withdrew my frame from her fingertips, wondering rather mischievously if from my grasp of this weapon she'd get uncomfortable. Not that I would hurt her, heh, heh, but would love to pretend so, just to scare her at this intimate moment and to mock her idea of my dangerousness in romantic times. She simply stared at my dagger, then me. "Wanna fight?"

"Sure," I answered her, willingly, and got off her lap in the most seductive matter I ever did, but I think as such because I had never gotten off of anyone's lap before, not even my own mom's, so it felt really foreign and...seductive. I tucked away my dagger, also but before I could even fit it good in my sheath, she gave me a good punch in my lip. I licked the blood trailing from my swollen bottom lip. "So you like it that way...fine, m'lady -" and I took my crumpled fist and socked - no, actually missed - and she then took me to the ground while I was off-guard gloating in fake glory. 

I noticed her on me now with her half buttoned shirt. It was seductive, but not enough for me to loose the fight. I grabbed her by her hair and yanked it hard to the left, where my hand had grabbed it - not that I cared if I had broken her neck for a second: honestly, it would have only strained her neck with all her strength. She called out random syllables of pain and tried to stick her dirty, grimy slay fingers in my eyes, and I laughed. 

In turn, she grabbed for something more tangible - my breasts. "Ah," I said, trying to struggle from her now. "Totally uncalled for."

"I got 'em now," she giggled, harshly. I closed my eyes at the pleasure of fingers + my breasts; also, embarrassment. What if she knew the truth about my size now...

"And a good mutual breast massage never hurt anybody." She had continued. And I...I arched my knees up into her sides in a wicked moan. 

She smiled crookedly and cockily at her ability to make me do anything as such, involuntarily.  

But a soul walked up to me and Uthgerd, and the latter not having given her the scare away actually made me stare back at the mysterious woman Uthgerd failed to stare down or attack, even despite the fact that she had come at such a time...because she was a stranger, so near us. "Who are you?" I asked this I 'unhostile' person.

"I am your housecarl," a dark Cyrodillian spoke...or Redguard-an...I couldn't remember all those races that well. But I knew she carried a nice pair of complimentary swords.

The look on the woman's face was also complimentary - hardcore and unaffected by what was going on, having snuck up on us like this. Wondered if she would like to join the fun, here, actually...

I laughed as Uthgerd's fingers taught themselves more in my breasts, probably out of nervousness. "Yes, your housecarl would like to talk to you." She said it so fast I was surprised she could speak. And she stood off and away from me and pulled me up, moistening those lips of hers almost in the way I could imagine her doing so in jealousy of all the good food I brought with me on trips. I knew that meant she really must've wanted me, heh. Made me a little hot below, actually....

Uthgerd grimaced, not from the awkward moment of intimacy, but what I noticed that from that of an intruder into what Uthgerd believed her destiny with me. And that one was one as my housecarl. Yet I smiled, knowing that I had more in mind for Uthgerd, even than housecarl. "Steward would be better. Would like you to care for -" I gestured and glanced nonchalantly at the blessed by wind and snow- except-for-this-very-convenient-little-area-amongst-the-mountains land, after brushing off my rather unfascinating, now dirty, cotton blouse, "my house. Um...speaking of," I noticed it was nothing much to even watch over at this point, as nothing but a patch of ill-vegetated stone, "do you know where I can find straw and glass?" I said, noticing again the supply of firewood, and et cetera, but nothing too fancy or even to, alone, make a decent enough bed with.

Upon the walk to find straw and glass for impervious matters, with Uthgerd's hands on me in several places in my memory, and with the urge to definitely just find somethings to mutually sodomize each other with, I was out of breath and just laughing at Uthgerd whose wheezing was just impeccably hilarious amidst all the strenuous exercise we were doing for the whole time on the way to get materials once we just came from there, Falkreath City, for purchasing the plot in the first place: came by foot, and without a precious buggy. "I'm gonna buy us a carriage," I promised. 

Uthgerd, so, stopped for a breather, and I came close - big mistake. Because my examining her condition led to me wanting to rip all her clothes off.

Because she snatched me by the nape and controlled my pleasure with her tongue on one spot I could feel jitters - my mouth. And inside it. It was a foreign sensation to be kissed, and a foreign sensation to feel extremely hot, like a fireplace was in my pants. 

And I really wanted her to have a penis, or either I, because it would work. As much as I loved her, I guess I wanted to be filled; and yet if she didn't have one, then her kisses were just fine to fill the passion I had once forsook for her from my heart back into it. Hm, weird to have a feeling of desiring a girlfriend's penetrating you but hey...

I groaned against her forceful lips and asked her to finger me, and yes I pleaded, right before I stashed her unromantically aside to stomp somebody directly in the knee. 

And I tried to block the oncoming attack from the same man I kicked, who was dressed in ebony and reaching for stabbing me in the leg. Uthgerd aware, pulled out her battleaxe, and my open mouth couldn't even plead with her to put it back to expose a shorter weapon...because besides the speechlessness I sported at this point for her presently, such a weapon I desired she instead use was useless and unofficial for the action we were now in.

As a horde - well, team - but intimidatingly as a horde, nonetheless, of black-clad men and women dashed their way to us now, I bit my lip, suppressing the shivering sensations I felt due to Uthgerd's amazing feel-good abilities, and massacred those sons of idiots. How dare they enjoy a lovely session that would lead to the first exploring by another person my pink insides - well, excluding Farengar. As weird as that sounds, it actually made me so awkward that I ended up killing in one blown instead of several because of its awkwardness, because I just wanted everything to die with such a thought. But then, I noticed that everything wasn't wise, here, to want to kill. Since we were near the opening of Falkreath, actually, I annoyingly, in the heat of exterminating enemies, hit a guard. 

He came at me, and while I looked at Uthgerd who fended off the last dark-clad warrior, I blocked the guard I'd accidentally injured, my weapon drawn in front of me, the handle of my huge weapon acting itself like a huge shield of protection. He guard pushed hard against me, then proving unsuccessful, tried swinging. I just held my defense. 

Once he had continued striking however, and managed to get my side, I decided to punt him forward, then swing my blade to damage his left leg, critically. It actually...proccessionally lobbed off. I flinched at the gore, took a step back, and remembered the beheading I'd carried out way before today, the one I just could never...heal from. I glanced at that guard, and tears streamed my face. But as another of his team came at me, the rage if them not letting me stop made me continue, until every last one of them was lifeless. 

It was about twenty seven guards, and eventually, I, coming out of the barracks to finish the deed of wiping away hostile threats, looked to Uthgerd. The innocence of guard blood was on her hands, too, from my seeing her fight them along me. And I bent down to retrieve a shield from one of 'em, threw it to her. She wrapped her hand around the deer-engraved shield handle, and I did as such to one sitting on the ground near another dead guard. A second passed after I noticed her real facial language was mutual. And I didn't understand why I...why she...understood me, and how I could even feel elated, adrenalized from this experience. "Hehe, I love you Uthgerd," I said, achingly dragging my axe over my shoulder. Resheathed. 

The dark flowers of the district surrounded our feet as we walked along the fields of the town, not sticking to a certain path. Its warm homes lingered innocently the distance.

"I want you to know," I heard her stop walking less than a yard after I had begun, her hair blowing in the wind, helmet off. I could get it. The wind was freakin' great. "I agree with you on anything. Killing someone that was after you..it's...understandable. I know that you wouldn't hurt an innocent." 

I frowned. I had wanted her to know...for so long... And gulped, "But, Uthgerd. The guards were - they hadn't hurt me."

"Desraim," she put a finger on my mouth. "Never call them filthy son's of Nord vagina 'innocents'." 

I laughed at the only difference between them and her being "filthy" and "sons". Not cursing really did have its perks, though, which I'd tell her later if we played a game I'd like to for passing the ginanimous (yes, gibberish!) building time we'll have: as simple as guess another word for "expletive...".

Haha, how funny that would be. I then looked to her from her armor, and then admitted "You bloody daughter of a Nord...we must get to someplace less risky."

"Sure. C'mon." She ushered me outside the walls of Falkreath, and I even hadn't been mad at the fact I didn't get my building materials from Falkreath. Besides that it was too late, and our consciousnesses too dirty, we had enough life in us and time to go anywhere, and anytime, to get that, like always to do anything. And in fact, maybe the "steward" of my house would get bored enough to buy it, herself, after looming above a consequent plot of nothingness. 

The moon hovered, yet followed us, onto a craggy top of a hill. As a dragon screeched in the distance and Uthgerd readied her blade, I put my hand over hers, and she had resheathed. I looked up at the flittering, bright aurora-night sky and dragged her up some rocks, so we could see it together. 

"Uthgerd," I said, sliding onto her waist to sit. And to look back at her. The wind whipped only her hair, loose, around, and the slight annoyance of it covering her face in a flurry and also hitting my face was...eventually depleted by the wonderful girthy laugh that bubbled up inside me. 

"Uthgerd," I said, and flicked my wrist in a way to daintily hide the majority of her hair on her left side of her head behind that corresponding ear. I in turn exposed the nasty scar I had left there before, leaving her eye to twitch at the sudden cold. 

Her muddy in color, and by grime, eyes went blank with a fury of pleasure as she contained  my nape, then, in her hand. And she pressed my forehead to hers. "You are seconds away, Desraim, from getting penetrated by me here on this mountain. I can't tell you how alluring you are to me..."

I smiled and thought that maybe she knew just what I was thinking. But then again, those were the nicest words she's said because I could actually imagine how enthralled she was with my actual appearance rather than with only penetrating me...and it wasn't just one thing, either. Everything about me was alluring to her. 

I knew it. 

Sure, I wouldn't mind doing her on this mountain. Why not finish what we start - hey, first, I've gotta ask, though - "Are you...like...for straight or for the real kinky stuff?"

"Haha, Desraim, are you serious?" She blushed, her moonflower-color-face turning away from me. Was she really embarrassed?

"C'mon, Uthgerd," I smiled, touching her chin... I'm waiting for you to play with me."

She said mid-laugh, "Wait up." Her grin graced her face like a crown would some nice bald Jarl's head...but oh, it was so attractive. Not the Jarl head, but her. "You said you wanted me to finger you, didn't you?"

With a sly grin, I said, "Heck yes."

Never had we done anything but make out. 

Until today.