This is my first ever erotic story, based on the popular game Skyrim. Farkas is one of my favourite characters from the game, though I made some changes (and got him laid of course). I plan to write more sexual exploits with him in the future. Thoroughly enjoyed writing this! Feedback would be great to help write better and better stories in the future!
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I awoke with the sunlight beaming down on my face, a small chink of its rays peeking through my curtains. It warmed me into consciousness as I lay for a few minutes, contemplating my day ahead. I had some errands today, needed to pick up some potion ingredients, brew some potions from said ingredients, and enchant some armour for the local huntsmen. The rise in the Monster encounters meant they needed slightly more protection than their current basic steel could give...IF they didn't want a hole where their stomachs should be.
I sat upright in my bed, rubbing my face and neck, trying to internally agree with myself which Enchantments would improve their mortality rate; I settled that protection from venomous fangs and claws made the most sense, as many huntsmen had told me of the recent regularity in both Minotaurs and Witch Imps, both of which had dagger-like claws, and teeth to boot. On top of this, their venom (particularly the Witch Imps), could kill a man in a matter of agonising hours should they penetrate the skin. At least my decision was logical, I thought to myself.
After bathing, I made myself some breakfast, which I ate next to the window in the main room of my cottage. It was my kitchen, dining room and living room, all rolled into one, and I loved it; I had nearly everything I needed within a few paces. The floors and walls were both made of grey and black stone, though I had bought a thick, fur rug which covered most of the floor, so as not to get cold feet without shoes. I had left the kitchen area devoid of covering however, as sparks from the hearth and oven would probably set the rug, my home, and myself on fire. I was a forward thinker.
The sun's rays continued to beam through the windows, lighting up my cottage beautifully on this gorgeous Springtime morning. Looking out from where I was sat eating, I could see the rest of the village waking beyond my quaint front garden, which was separated from the road dirt and stone road of the village with small wooden posts. Some of the local tradesmen began hanging 'Open' signs above their shop doors, whilst others began carting their goods to the market area a stone's throw down the road.
There were also huntsmen leaking out into the streets, laughing, joking, and play fighting. For people with such a hazardous job, they kept themselves in good spirits. A few of them had no armour on as of yet; they were near naked with nothing but long, yet tight, shorts. From their neck down, they were pure muscle, strong and scarred from previous battles.
One in particular caught my eye; tall with dark features and facial hair, with long, black hair pulled back into a pony tail. He was tanned from the elements, and had tattoos that swirled down from his neck, snaking around his arms and down his back. His arms were huge from the fighting, and his legs were just as large from running and sprinting. He was laughing, showing off glinting white teeth, though not every tooth was present and correct. If anything though, this added some interest, not distaste, to his look. He was everything you would expect a huntsmen to look like. I glimpsed at the large bulge in his crotch area, and admired his large, firm buttocks before scolding myself and returning to my breakfast.
After finishing my first meal of the day, I dressed in my dress robes ready to depart. They were pitch black, the bottom half long and flowing, with wide sleeves and a hood that could cover most of my face should rain, hail or snow ever begin to fall. The mid-section was slightly tighter, hugging my shoulders and waist slightly, so as to not look too effeminate, nor like a sack of potatoes. If a passer-by did not realise I was an established Mage dressed like this, they were blind, stupid, or both.
Keeping my hood back off of my head, I left my cottage and made my way to the local Apothecary. Mr. Brimms, the proprietor, was a lithe, middle-aged man who had an affinity with collecting some of the rarest ingredients known to the potion making world.
"Good morning!" Mr Brimms said happily as I entered, smiling from ear to ear. "What can I get you for today Veheen?"
I smiled back at him. "Morning, Mr Brimms. I don't suppose you have a Baselisk tooth in stock?". He nodded and began to look through his shelves and draws. "I also need Essence of the Fae. Oh, and some Wart Mushroom, if at all possible?".
He placed all three on the counter. "Here we are, Veheen. Just call that three gold pieces for those". The Basilisk fang alone would normally cost seven gold pieces alone, and I think he saw the shock on my face. "For being a good customer, and for helping the hunstmen in their work".
I handed him five gold pieces, and insisted he take it. "You're very kind. However, you have a shop to run, and I do NOT want to be held responsible for the damnation of your business" I said jokingly, before saying my goodbyes and leaving the shop.
I walked home, as had everything I needed for the enchantments stocked away in my cottage. It was going to be a long, yet productive day- enchanting took time, patience and a lot of skill, all of which I had in abundance. However, I was mindful that I needed to get as much armour done as possible, before the huntsmen began their countryside patrols. Most of them were too damn handsome to die.
Hours had passed, and I had managed to finish five pieces of armour, a good amount. My stomach began to growl, and I realised how hungry I was. I began warming through some soup as I heard a knock on my front door. I opened the door, ready to greet whomever had come to collect the fruits of my labour.
It was the tall, dark huntsmen. Standing next to each other, the top of my head barely came to his collar bone. He had a loose, linen shirt on, yet the contours of his muscles were still visible underneath the fabric. I stood for a second, taking it all in. For the first time in my life, I was lost for words, my mind fumbling as to what to say.
"Hello". His voice was deep and rugged. His brown eyes looked upon me and he smiled.
"Hi" was all I managed to say. He must think I'm simple or something, I thought to myself. Maybe I can go with that to avoid embarrassment.
"You're Veheen?" he asked. His eyes did not look away from my face the entire time, though it was far from a stare. It was like he was taking my features in, as if to remember for another time.
"I am," I stammered.
"I'm Farkas". He lifted his hand, indicating a hand shake. I somehow managed to reciprocate. His grip was tight, though I would put money on him being able to crush my hands should he have wanted to. This was gentle to him, I surmised.
I began to take hold of my senses.
"Nice to meet you Farkas" I said in a friendly, welcoming tone. "I take it you're here for the armour?"
"I am". He eyes were still firmly fixed on me.
"Come on in. They're just inside". I turned and motioned for him to enter, leaving the front door open. This was usually a short exchange.
