4Chapter VI: Watchtower
In the two weeks following Rhonan's big reveal, much had changed. He called a meet of the Companions, bringing all members in; he outlined his first official task.
Under his order, the Guild was to pack up everything, all Artefacts and items of significance were to be made ready for travel. At first this caused some unwanted reactions, many questioning why.
With a few words he outlines his goals for the Guild.
One, move from Whiterun to Fang Peak, showing them its location on a map, two, once arrived, they would aid in the training of a faction called the Wolf Guard, under the guidance of the Circle this would be achieved, Three, the Companions would integrate, becoming Wolf Guard themselves.
This of course caused an outcry, many raging over the loss of such a renowned guild, a fact that he was quick to dissuade. "The guild is not being destroyed, it is evolving, the history will be ours still, we will merely have a different name. No longer are the Companions a mere mercenary faction, you serve me now, as is right" This eased some of the anger, but he knew that most would have left if the Circle wasn't fully behind him.
He aimed to let the thirty odd new bloods and any recruits Aela and Serana had found take the blood when they completed the basic training, he wanted the Wolf Guard to become legendary warriors, anything less would shame him and his father.
As the Companions made ready to leave, he summoned a Hawk with his father's powers, writing a small note for Aela.
Companions are making ready for the move, be ready to receive them within the month.
Rhonan.
Short and to the point, no need to embellish.
Anothing thing to change over the few weeks was that he also began training Valka in the ways of the warrior, it becoming a common sight, her running laps throughout the town each day.
As her stamina was increased, he also began letting her get a feel for the different weapons, not being surprised when she went for short axe and sword, both being used together.
That aside, she would also learn to use a shield, knowing that everyone serving him will end up fighting in a shield wall eventually as was the way of war.
At the present, he, Valka, Farkas, Merrin and Balak were knee deep in Draugr, wading deeper into a Crypt he visited years in the past, Dimhollow Crypt. He received a dream, one telling him to return.
Soon he realised why, before him sat another curved wall, this one holding the same written language as Bleakfalls.
Once more a trance-like state overcame him, the deep booming song, as if sung by a thousand warriors was beating down upon him as he approached.
Out of his peripheral vision he noticed Valka also seemingly engrossed, the rest were just keeping vigil.
As he took another step, words lit up, bathing him in their light.
HET NOK KOPRaaN DO SVOLO
WO PIRaaK MULaaG Wah KRiiN
DOVah NUZ NI {GaaN} Wah
KRiiN POGaaN
Like before, the words flowed into his mind, he understood them, but Gaan stood out above all, this word burning into his mind like a brand.
To his right he saw Valka drop to her knees, head in hands. This snapped him from the trance, he knelt down, hand on her shoulder giving comfort; she was still unused to real pain.
Slowly Valka regained herself, standing strong once more. As the group left Dimhollow, the only thoughts going through his mind were 'What in the name of Hircine is going on, first me and now Valka!'
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Whiterun
A week after their return found him and Valka standing at the gates, giving a brief farewell to the Companions. The entirety of Whiterun was in attendance, waving off a guild that had brought much to the city.
The Jarl had of course made attempts to keep the Guild, all were turned down. They had found their true calling at long last, nothing would get in the way of this.
As Kodlak approached him, they embraced "You have the location, nothing else is needed. She will meet you on arrival, and you shall all rejoice. Safe travels my friend" With that Whitemane, last Harbinger of the ancient warriors Guild passed from Whiterun, never looking back.
Things had been tense with the Jarl since then; he was not pleased with him ordering the Companions to move, not at all.
He and Valka were closer, both having undergone a ritual to share the word 'Fus' that he learned from Bleakfalls. The side effect was it shared some of the other person's feelings, emotions, and thoughts. At first this caused some issues, Valka was very much infatuated with her master, obsessed really.
It having also been some time, Rhonan gave in to temptation.
(Lemons Begin)
Reaching over, he grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her in, kissing her hard and long, tongue gaining entry into her mouth as she happily joined in.
They stayed like this for a few moments, it getting more heated as the seconds went by, before long they needed air, so paused in sucking the souls from each others faces.
Both red faced, they locked the door to the room at the Drunken Huntsmen before stripping in an excited manner.
Before long he was on top of her, Valka having laid on her back for comfort, positions at her wet core, finger stroking her into a heated frenzy.
Moaning wantonly, Valka grabbing his shaft, pumping it with all the experience of a virgin eager to give him pleasure as well.
Giving a grunt, Rhonan spread her legs, then her lower lips before taking his rod and slowly pushing it in. She gave a slight whimper, his entry both uncomfortable and pleasurable at the same time.
Taking a moment, he paused, head inside, leaning down he engaged her in another heated kiss as he gave a powerful thrust, sheathing himself to the balls. Valka gave a shuddering cry, muffled as it was by the tongue in her mouth.
Reaching down, Rhonan began playing with her nub, hoping to alleviate the pain, before long it seemed to have worked; Valka had begun grinding her hips into him.
With that incentive, Rhonan began thrusting hard, his need and lust having been too long held back. Valka pushed back with each thrust, moaning in varying pitches as she relished in her pleasure.
A few times over she would suddenly go stiff as if electrocuted, her orgasms powerful to behold and feeling her core constrict him was a truly godlike experience.
They kept up their rutting pace for a few more moments before both gave a cry of release, his seed pouring into her, potent in its volume. Valka mewled as she felt him filling her up.
They fell into a deep sleep that night, Rhonan still sheathed within her.
(Lemons End)
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Next day
Whiterun
"Dragon! A Dragon is attacking the Watchtower!" Came the fearful shout, shouts of fear and a rising wall of noise erupting from the citizens.
It was this that broke through the haze of a sex induced sleep, both Rhonan and Valka extricating themselves from each other, Valka with a shy smile on her face, Rhonan with a satisfied grin.
Giving her a soft embrace and kiss, he said "Come, let us pack and be ready for anything, another Dragon eh?" he chuckled
She smiled more brightly at his loving eyes, full of a fierce protectiveness. Gathering herself, she too began getting her things in order.
Not half an hour later, a thumping at the door made them both grip weapons. Rhonan answered the door, not being overly surprised when he saw Irileth on the other side. "Well met Irileth, what brings you to our door" he enquired, knowing full well she was here for his aid.
Inclining her head, immediately taking in the packed belongings, she began "my Jarl has requested your aid in the coming battle against the winged terror plaguing the Watchtower. Will you aid Whiterun once again, you will be well rewarded Atmoran" She said, voice near pleading.
Looking back to Valka, he raised a brow, asking for her input. Seeing this she shrugged, a small smile adorning her soft features.
Sighing he said "Very well, but this shall be my price. The Dragon, when killed, shall be rendered down, its hide and blood are mine, no questions asked and Should I be the one to kill it, two thousand gold Septim's on top also non negotiable. Agreed?" He stated, amber eyes daring her to argue.
A look of relief crossed her features as the dark elf gave a hurried nod of agreement. A steep price, but for a warrior of Rhonan's skill, worth it.
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Outskirts of
Whiterun
Rhonan looked upon the force Jarl Bulgruff had assembled to fight a Dragon, twenty guards, himself, Valka and Irileth. Not good enough, this was going to end with a lot of dead men, none having been truly prepared for the battle to come.
He had insisted on Valka wearing his fire proofing gear, light leather armour enchanted to resist fire. This would add a layer of protection to his newest lover.
Before long they came across the smoking remains of the watchtower, the melted remains of its guards the only thing remaining, truly pathetic. Sensing the trap that was now sprung, he called out a warning, too late.
The right half of the unit, the one not five feet from him went up in a blaze of flame, screams not lasting longer then a few seconds as the massive heat scorched the flesh from their bones, blood boiling within the confines of their armour.
Grabbing Valka he ran for cover, they were all prey now, the real hunter being above them, swimming along air currents as it shot fireballs from its steaming maw.
Now down to a mere eight guards, Irileth was nowhere in sight, he yelled for someone to shoot it out of the sky.
In reply six Bows unleashed steel tipped arrows, one or two bouncing off of the beasts hide, others were missing completely. "Aim for the wings!" He shouted, enraged at their incompetence.
Taking up a hit and run tactic, the defenders began weaving between the ruins, often the Dragons fire clipped Valka, her enchanted armour keeping her mostly safe.
Soon enough the wings of the great green beast began tearing, making it harder for the sky hunter to fly, meaning maintaining the pressure would bring it onto the ground, weakening the beasts ability to fight.
Thankfully it happened just in the nick of time, the last of the group's arrows shredding a nerve cluster, forcing a roar of pain from the crashing beast.
Now things became both easier and vastly more difficult, a cornered beast was a dangerous beast.
Much to his fear, Valka saw this as a chance, rushing forward with a new found war cry, she got close, and it all went to hell.
The beast's clawed paw rushed out, smashing her into the ground with a massive burst of rage, eliciting a scream of agony, bones cracking under the pressure.
The beast was about to tear her head off when Rhonan charged in, rage fuelling the powerful blow from his axe, smashing into the beasts right eye.
The beast howled in rage, tail curving round to smack Rhonan away. As slowly regained his bearings he looked up to see the beasts head hovering above Valka.
~Rek sahlon do hi, zu'u fen du ek sil fod hi lingraav~ it murmured, heated breadth washing Valka's white/blonde hair away from her pained face.
Enraged by the beast's words, seeing the ever increasing fear on Valka's face, Rhonan unleashed his inner beast. In the split second it took him to reach his foe, Rhonan the man was gone, replaced by Rhonan the Werewolf, Trueborn son of Hircine.
Leaping atop the Dragons head, his clawed hand rammed into the beasts ruined eye, Fur covered arm sinking into the beasts head, up to the elbow. The Dragon roared and wailed, not expecting such a fierce attack, feeling the agony of this new monsters claws ripping into the soft tissue of it brain. The beast was dead long before the Lycan ceased its assault, arm slowly removing itself from the gushing wound.
As his rage eased, Rhonan returned to his human form, dropping to his knees beside his love. His assault had forced the beast to spasm, its own paw putting more pressure onto the poor girl.
She was in a sorry state, ribs cracked, internal bleeding. He knew of only one way to save her, he was going to offer it soon anyway.
Slicing into his wrist, he forced her to drink is blood, giving her his fathers blessing, and hopefully saving her.
The blood took effect almost immediately. As she fell into a deep sleep, her body began adapting to the Lycanthropy, healing and growing stronger, bones growing dense and muscles more flexible and powerful.
As this happened, the Dragon began to glow, a reddish haze taking the form of the beast he just slew, this lasted a few seconds before it rushed at the duo, splitting and channelling into both of them.
As it did, he felt both power and fresh understanding coarse through him, the words so burned into his mind became more tangible, he knew them, felt them, and tasted them.
Standing he took a deep breadth before rasping out ~Fus!~ . a massive blast of air washed outwards, smashing into the nearby ruin, turning it to dust as it was crushed apart by what he now realised to be a Thum, or Shout.
The remaining guards mostly still in a state of shock over the fact that he was a Lycan and now over the fact that he and most likely Valka were Dragonborn, began to cheer.
He returned to Valka, her life still at risk regardless of his blood now changing her and healing her. 'To dangerous to move' he thought.
Ignoring the hero worship he felt coming from the guards, he began ordering them to build a fire, fetch water, look for survivors and for one to return to whiterun to inform the Jarl and bring a healer and Apothecary for the rendering of the beast.
They didn't hesitate, following his barked orders like professionals, if only.
(A/N) Heya, so yea… that was a thing. Okidoki, Rhonan is a badass, but I think I failed to show him as loving to his Mates, Serana and Aela receive the same tenderness as Valka did, regardless of his first domination of Aela, Wolf logic bro!
The Beasts words to Rhonan:
Rek sahlon do hi, zu'u fen du ek sil fod hi lingraav
She smells of you, I will devour her soul while you watch
Reviews are desired, need to know if im doing ok. Any advise or ideas, send em my way! ^^