Skyrim stories: Lydia’s day off. (Literotica)

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***Lydia’s day off, (Skyrim erotica)***

Breeze-home. A warm comfort for many home-owners in Skyrim. Shelter from the civil war. The rough Skyrim winters. And Nazeem’s constant nagging.

Unfortunately, for Lydia. It was a rejection.

The Dragonborn sent her here. Because he chose someone else.

Apparently Mjoll just ‘needed to get her sword back’. And that warranted her joining the Dragonborn on every single god-damned adventure in Skyrim.

Lydia reclined in one of the wooden chairs. She took her armor off and dressed up In her casual wear. She sank into the comfort of the fire. Sure; it was nice. But it was a day off. A rejection.

“Oh, if only I was out *there* ! Slaying dragons and extorting bandits. Eating cheese wheels and carrying burdens!”

She kicked a twig into the fire. Until suddenly, the door was kicked open by a shadowy figure. She strode into the home like a shadow in the night.

“Who goes there!” Lydia called out.

“Lydia? … Tis’ Aela! Aela goes here! What are you doing in breeze home?” Aela responded.

Aela was dressed in her fur hunting dress. Backless. And barely covering her supple curves. Lydia knew she wore those rags to attract the wrong attention. But Aela just wouldn’t admit it.

“This is the residence of my Thane, what are you doing here?” Lydia responded.

“The Dragonborn sent me here… Said he was fed up from my ‘hunting trips’.”

Lydia relaxed, and reclined back into her wooden chair.

“Then you must be staying for the night. Or for however long it takes the dragon born to remember us. Sit, make yourself at home.” Lydia offered.

Aela took notice of Lydias dress. It looked casual. Miners clothes. Except she had nothing else on underneath.

“What are you staring at?” Lydia looked up towards Aela.

“Nice choice of outfit.” Aela muttered, standing closer to the fire.

Lydia, who’s body was already starting to sweat due to the flames. Stood up,

A challenge to Aela…

“What? Is it any better than those rags you wear? You look like a whore.” She commented.

Taken aback by the insult. Aela was immediately defensive.

“What I wear is none of your business!” She said, stepping closer to Lydia.

“If you comment on my attire it is!” Lydia shot back.

They stood chest to chest. Glaring deeply at each other.

“If you want a fight. I’ll tear those rags off and stuff you with it.” Lydia taunted. She was two inches shorter than Aela, but was as fierce as a tiger. Aela took notice. And decided tonight wasn’t the night.

“Sit here by the fire Lydia. I’ve no time for you. I must go to bed.” She ended the conversation and went upstairs. To recline on the bedding and rest her body. Lydia however, did not feel content with the argument.

She ran upstairs to join Aela. She kicked down the door leading into the bedroom.

“Oh! So now **You’re** too good for me, huh? Well, the Dragonborn might reject me. But you sure as hell wo-“

She walked into Aela stripping her hunting dress off. A thin film of shined scent cover lotion was visible on her skin. She wore it to cover up the smell of wear-wolf.

She was holding a silk bed robe. Green, like Jade. It draped itself over her arm. The robe acted like a background to accentuate her curves. Large, supples breasts, thick, sizeeble thighs. Lydia had to admit. She admired Aela far too often.

Aela shot beneath the green woolen blanket.

“Ah! What are you doing here?! Couldn’t you see I was changing?!”

Lydia stumbled over her words.

“I-I’m sorry, You just made me so angry, I just-“

“Just what?” Aela interrupted. “You Just couldn’t handle me leaving you? Do you have some, innate need to be used every waking moment of your damn life?” She barked out.

Lydia was silent. “I-“ she tried to speak. But found no voice.

Instead, she found anger.

She marched up to the bed. Cracking her knuckles as she moved.

“I’ve had enough!” She cried out, diving into the bed, and crashing against Aelas silken figure.

“Oh! You bitch!” Aela grunted out. She tried to fight back. Squeezing herself against Lydia. Fighting for space on the bed.

The two women pressed against each other feverishly. Clothes were torn off. Breasts clashed against each other. Hands groped sensitive areas. And legs wrapped around bodies.

Aela pushed Lydia up, and rolled to the other side of the bed.

“Enough!” She barked out. Grabbing Lydia by the hair and pinning her to the bed. She held her opponent there. Pressing the woman deeper into the woolen sheets.

Lydia gave a small moan. But soon stopped struggling. The two women gasped out loud. Out of breath, and exhausted, the fight was over.

Aela loosened her grip on her friends head. And collapsed beside her, the great woman fell to the bed with a groan. She faced Lydia.

“Why…did you have to bother me…Lydia?” Aela sighed in exhaustion.

“I… Was angry… I felt, cast out…” Lydia admitted, laying a hand on her old friends shoulder.

“I wanted to be useful.” She admitted.

Aela shook her head and scooted closer. She held Lydia by the cheek, the two women started to wrap their legs around each other.

“Listen,” She chided, the heat of her breath flowing onto Lydias chest. Lydia held her former opponent tighter.

“You don’t have to carry everyone’s burdens every day of the year. Save time for yourself… And people you care about.” Aela whispered.

“Who would that be? The one I care about?” Lydia whispered back. Pressing herself closer to Aela.

Her skin felt soft, smoother than expected. Feeling Aela like that felt closer, more personal than she ever felt with anyone else.

“You.” Aela finished.

She pressed forward. kissing Lydia deeply. The two women melted over each other. Aela pushed against Lydia passionately rolling her over.

Aela pushed herself up to a sitting position, she looked down on Lydia. The two smiled at each other.

“What do you want me to do?” Aela asked.

“Use me.” Lydia replied.

Aela knelt down, kissing Lydias chest. She gasped out, and moved her hand to Lydias vagina.

“Should I?” Aela questioned.

“Do it.” Lydia responded.

Aela started to pleasure Lydia, kissing her up to her neck. Lydia gasped softly, and locked Aela into an embrace.

Aela slowed down. And kissed Lydia on the neck gently.

“I’m glad you walked in on me.” She chided. Lydia smiled, and laid back. Aela went to work.

Aela pulled Lydias hand away, and held two fingers in front of her, she kissed them, and put them in her mouth, moaning while she worked. Before slipping them out of her mouth and holding it to her own vagina.

“Talk to me… Talk… **Rough** “ . Lydia requested.

Aela looked down on her. She pressed Lydias fingers deeper into her vagina,

“Some warrior you are.” She said in between breaths.

Lydia gasped as she let Aela finger herself. muttering a soft curse every once in a while.

“Ah! Look at yourself, lost a fight in- hng, three minutes, how humiliating!” Aela cried out as she sped up.

Lydia pushed herself up and locked Aela in another embrace. She pushed her hand deeper into Aela, speeding up without any input from her counterpart. Aela tried to cry out, but Lydia silenced her with a kiss.

Sweat flowed down the two bodies. Along with other fluids. Lydia pushed Aela to the bed, Aela let go of her and fell. Giving no resistance.

“What did you say?” Lydia started to taunt Aela as well.

“I’m a **very** fine warrior.” Lydia cemented. Aela cradled her hand around Lydias cheek again. And let Lydia take control.

Lydia lowered her vagina into Aela, the two women scissored each other, Aela cried out in ecstasy.

“Don’t stop! Keep going!” She screamed out. Grabbing Lydia with both hands. Lydia, going through her own orgasm, fell into Aelas arms. The two women exploded into pleasure on the bed. Nails digging into each other’s back. Legs inter-crossed. Lydia kissed Aela deeply, to finish it off.

Burned out. But satisfied. The two women pulled each other back to the head of the mattress. Aela held Lydia tightly. Her hand across her breast. Aela felt comfortable. Safe.

“That was the best… **Fight** . I’ve had in a long while.” Aela admitted, tracing a heart on Lydias chest with her finger.

“It was… **Amazing** .” Lydia agreed.

Aela kissed Lydias head. And held her closer.

“I should wrestle more often. It’s more fun with you around… Maybe explore that rear end more?” Aela chuckled softly.

“I would love that.” Lydia finished.

“And here, Chieftan, is where you’ll be sleepin-Holy shit.” The Dragonborn stopped mid-sentence. Followed by The **former** Orc Chieftan, and Mjoll the lioness. The three adventurers took in the sight.

Aela brushed her ginger hair aside. “What?” She said. “Never seen a Strong Nord Woman before?”

“What, uh… What happened here?” The former Orc Chieftan murmured. The Dragonborn shrugged silently.

“A pretty damn good time, that’s what.” Mjoll smirked.

“What’s with the stares?” Lydia joked.

“It’s my day off…”

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