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Elduna has always been a light sleeper. Sometimes she treated it as a gift. Throughout her travels in Cryodiil and later in Skyrim she has seen her light sleeping as a gift that helped her escape many wild animals, trolls and bandits.
But tonight as she lay in her bed in Jorrvaskr, she saw as a curse.
"Harder! Please!" The Bosmer quietly groaned and squeezed her pillow around her head in an attempt to muffle the sounds. But no matter how hard she squeezed she could hear it: the breathy pants and groans and growls, the sound of slick skin slapping against one another, the sound of the bed as it tried feebly to support the two as they continued they lust-ridden copulation.
It was the sounds that woke her up and it was the sounds that kept her up.
Elduna poked her head from under the sheets to see who had woken her up this time. She wasn't surprised to see that Ria's bed had one extra occupant. She watched the sweat-ridden form of Farkas (or was it Vilkas. She could never tell the two apart until they spoke) thrust roughly into Ria, causing the Imperial to moan ever so loudly, much to the Dragonborn's annoyance.
'Of course it would be a member of the Circle,' she thought dryly as the other woman arched into the Nord's body. Again.
This wasn't the first time she caught one of the higher-ups. Oh no. And it wouldn't certainly be the last.
The first time Elduna caught wind of the Circle's alternative "activities" occurred only a month after joining The Companions. The wood elf had just returned to Whiterun after rescuing a Riverwood native from some bandits at Halted Stream Camp and escorting him home.
The moon was still high in the sky once she got to the Wind District. The only thing that was on Elduna's mind was to report her success to Vilkas, get paid, and pass out on her nice warm bed in the 'Whelp Room,' as Farkas liked to call it. As she entered Jorrvaskr, she noticed Tilma and Brill still up. She greeted them before heading down into the living quarters and towards where Vilkas slept.
'Now was it on the right or the left? The left?' She turned into the smaller corridor and began to hear noises. Strange noises. 'What in the-' They seemed to become louder and louder with every step she made. Soon she found herself not in front Vilkas' room but in front of Aela's.
'I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be doing this.' But the noises beckoned her like a moth to a flame and before she knew it, her hand had eased the door open a crack. She could make out two figures on the bed. Her mind wandered, trying to figure out who was sharing Aela's bed. Until she heard the unknown participant let out a grunt. Her eyes went wide. She knew that grunt. It came from the only man who had ever come close to beating her in training.
Skjor.
It was Skjor.
And indeed, upon closer inspection Elduna had caught Skjor and Aela mid-coitus. The Huntress lay horizontal on the bed, her head hanging off the edge, her body slick with sweat. She let out a series of moans and gasps and wrapped her legs around the man's torso. The older Companion leaned over her, grunting while he plunged in and out of her warm, wet depths. His calloused fingers went to her breasts, caressed the soft mounds and stroked her nipples until they stiffened. Her mouth found Skjor’s shoulder and bit down causing Skjor to growl and thrust even harder.
Soon Skjor's movements became fast and frantic. Elduna watched as Aela cried out as she came, scraping her nails across her partner’s back, creating red angry welts before going limp. A few frenetic thrusts later, Skjor let out a groan before emptying himself inside the other Nord and collapsed next to her. And then just as the elf finally shook the shock out of her system and was about to walk away, Aela's eyes snapped open. Her eyes met Elduna's anxious ones.
The look she was giving the Bosmer was a predatory one. It was a look Aela had just before letting an arrow fly or surprising an enemy. Except it looked like instead of an enemy Aela was going to pounce on the elf. But those thoughts were dashed when Aela's eyes suddenly closed and a moan escaped her mouth as Skjor wrapped his lips around one of her pert buds. It looked like he wasn’t entirely sated yet.
Elduna eased the door closed and slowly moved backwards until she was again in the hallway.
"Elduna." The gruff voice of Vilkas startled her out her thoughts. He saw the shock on her face and became concerned. "Is everything okay?"
Elduna shook her head. "Fine! Everything is fine. Yeah, just wanted to tell you that the rescue job is done. Here's the pay from the mother."
The Nord took the large pouch and handed her a smaller one. "That's great. The boy's mother must be relieved to see him again."
"Well, I'm going to go turn in for the night," Elduna stated as she briskly walked towards the 'Whelp Room’, "I'll see you in the morning."
Sleep did not come easy to the Bosmer. The intimate encounter kept replaying anytime she closed her eyes. And there were times she felt like someone was watching her but eventually exhaustion won.
The next morning when she climbed the stairs to the mead hall, Elduna immediately spotted Skjor and Aela seated on one of the benches near the front door. The elf took a seat at the table, far away from the two, and began eating some of the food set out. This morning Tilma had set out venison chop with grilled leeks, roasted garlic and tomato, bread, slices of goat cheese and Firebrand Wine. It was funny to think that a few months ago the elf was struggling just to make it through the day. As she chewed on her food, Elduna let her mind wander.
"Hello Elduna." The elf almost choked on her venison. She slowly turned, looked up and saw Aela's smiling face stare back at her.
"A-Aela, how are you?" Elduna cursed hearing her voice waver in front of the Huntress.
Aela's smile never faltered as she sat down in the empty chair next to her. "I'm doing very well. How was your sleep?"
The scenes from last night flashed through her mind and she could feel her cheeks redden. "It was alright."
"That’s good." The Nord moved the chair closer, "I have a question to ask you. Actually we both do."
"Indeed." A hand clapped her on the shoulder. Elduna's head spun to look at the hand’s owner and saw Skjor standing behind her with the same smile that Aela had.
The Bosmer swallowed. "Y-you do? You both do?" The smiles never left their faces. Aela leaned over, "We wanted to know-"
"Elduna!" The elf closed her eyes and thanked Akatosh and Auri-El. She glanced over at Jorrvaskr’s entrance and spotted Farkas walking towards the three.
"Sorry, I need her. Bandits threatening Battle-Born Farm," he explained.
Aela shrugged her shoulders. "Not a problem. I’ll ask her later."
But even after she helped defend the farm, Aela never did ask her question.
Not that Elduna was complaining.