A 'Saving People' Thing Pt. 2 (Harry Potter/Skyrim) (Patreon)

Poll Winner

Themes: Threesome, Dom/Sub, Rough Sex

Summary: Part 2 of A 'Saving People' Thing. Turns out Lydia has been peeping on Harry and Serana having sex ever since they started getting down and dirty. Harry feels dumb for not noticing earlier, but Serana knew all along... and it turns out, she has absolutely no problem with it. Lydia is Harry's Housecarl after all. What, had that position changed in some way while Serana slept? Is Lydia NOT sworn to carry Harry's burdens... each and every one?

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Silence reigns as Harry pinches the bridge of his nose between his fingers, resisting the urge to groan even as he feels a headache coming on. It’s him standing there at the foot of the bed, while Serana lounges back. And in front of him, kneeling down with her forehead against the floor in a position of prostration, is the Housecarl given to him when he became Thane of Whiterun. Lydia.

“… Just how long has this been going on?”

It’d been such a nice night too. Six months had passed since Harry and Serana had consummated their relationship. Six months in which no other threats to the world had unveiled themselves, at least in Skyrim. Everything had been relatively quiet, and not in the ‘things are simmering just below the surface’ way either, Harry had felt.

So of course he’d spent the last six months resting right alongside his gorgeous vampire lover. They’d taken some much needed R&R for the last half of a year and had lots of sex in that time. Everything had seemed to be going great… until tonight, when Harry had caught Lydia peeping on them.

“… Ever since the first time, my Thane.”

Harry winces, half-expecting Serana to roar in outrage at that. But she doesn’t say a word, so he assumes her anger to be icy instead, even as he continues to pinch the bridge of his nose between his fingers. For fuck’s sake Lydia…

Lydia wasn’t a bad Housecarl by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, of all the Housecarls he’d been assigned, she was his favorite. It might surprise some to hear he had multiple, but it was true. It felt like Harry had wound up becoming a Thane of pretty much every major hold in Skyrim over the course of his adventures. And every time he became a Thane, he’d had another Housecarl assigned to him by an overzealous Lord.

Many, he’d left behind in the holds where he’d met them. But Lydia was different, not just because she was his first, but also because she was so very reliable. She never complained, and she was a heavy frontline fighter who happily took on all comers while Harry used his magic to assist her from range.

However… now she’d been caught spying on him with his lover, one hand buried down her trousers and the other up under her top. And apparently Harry was fucking blind, because he’d never noticed her in all these months watching them. Merlin, how had she managed to sneak past both his and Serana’s senses?

“I have no excuse for my actions, my Thane. I have disgraced myself and brought dishonor upon your name. I will accept whatever punishment you see fit, including banishment from your service.”

Harry grimaces, his arms crossed over his chest and his hands tightening at where they’re digging into his forearms. Damn it all Lydia. He probably would have to dismiss her at the very least, just to appease Serana. But would that alone prove acceptable to the gorgeous Vampire Princess, or would she demand more as recompense for Lydia’s trespasses?

He needed to find a way to placate Serana while also sparing Lydia as much as possible. Even if this was a most flagrant betrayal, she was still a loyal companion and stalwart shield, so he didn’t want to have to hurt her too badly, no matter what blood Serana might demand for-

“I’m not sure I understand why you’re upset my love.”

Wait, what? Harry finally turns to regard his vampiric lover. Serana’s glowing red eyes flick between him and Lydia’s prostrated form, a confused frown on her face. There’s none of the icy cold rage or fiery wrath and anger Harry had been expecting, truth be told.

“She was spying on us, Serana. You’re not… mad?”

Serana tilts her head to the side, humming in confusion.

“She is your Housecarl, no?”

Slowly, Harry nods.

“Yes…”

“It is her duty to watch over her Thane and guard his body, is it not?”

Harry frowns. Was Serana advocating for Lydia? This felt strange. Just a moment ago, he’d been wondering how to placate Serana enough that Lydia could be let off relatively lightly for what she’d done. Now he found himself arguing against the Housecarl.

“She was not exactly engaging in sentry duty when we caught her, Serana. She was touching herself openly, and if anyone had sought our heads, she would have likely died first without realizing what was going on, and we would have had no warning.”

Admittedly, Harry had half a dozen alarm spells arranged in ever-growing concentric circles around their home, so it wasn’t like Lydia needed to be that vigilant. And judging by the knowing look Serana gives him, she recognizes that too. Though, this conversation now has Harry realizing something himself.

“Hang on a second… did you know Lydia was watching us all these months?”

Down on the floor, Lydia jolts at Harry’s question. Serana, meanwhile, blinks lazily and then shrugs her shoulders in a way that causes her naked bust to rise and fall enticingly.

“Of course. Admittedly, I thought you were aware as well. I’d wondered what the poor dear had done to warrant being barred from your bedroom for the past half a year, forced only to watch… but I didn’t consider it my place to ask, so I left you to it. Were these past six months not some form of punishment for your Housecarl?”

Harry’s mouth opens and closes wordlessly. No, obviously they were not, but he can’t even bring himself to speak. Fortunately he doesn’t have to. His sheer incredulity is enough to make Serana’s eyes light up with understanding.

“Ah! Perhaps this is an example of cultural drift. I slumbered for many hundreds of years in that tomb before you came and woke me up. Mayhap the role of Housecarl has changed since I went to sleep? Are they not still sworn to carry all of their Thane’s burdens… sexual or otherwise?”

Slowly, Harry turns to face a suddenly frozen Lydia. He stares down at his Housecarl and finds himself recontextualizing everything they’ve ever done or said together. Fuck, when they’d been on the road, they’d even bathed together a few times to avoid the possibility of getting split up and ambushed by bandits.

He’d always averted his gaze of course, but…

“… Lydia?”

Slowly, his Housecarl raises her head, looking up at him with glistening eyes. The poor warrior doesn’t seem to know whether to cry or not.

“It… tis true. Lady Serana is right, it’s an old fashioned way of doing things, my Thane. But… I am happy to serve… however my Thane wishes me to.”

As Harry processes this revelation, Serana suddenly wraps her arms around him from behind. Having crawled along the length of the bed, she now kneels at the edge with her tits pressed into his back and her lips at his ear.

“She is yours, Harry. And from the look of things, she is just as willing as I was. It would be wrong not to… take advantage of her loyalty. She is so very devoted to you. She deserves to be rewarded for that devotion, not punished.”

Harry considers Serana’s words, even as Lydia stares up at him hopefully. Finally, without saying a thing, he reaches down and takes his cock out of the pair of pants he’d haphazardly thrown on when they first caught Lydia peeping.

His throbbing mast stands at attention, twitching with need and open invitation. Lydia goes cross-eyed just staring at it for a long moment, and then begins to shuffle forward.

He doesn’t stop her from rising to her knees before him and wrapping her hands around his cock. Nor does Harry prevent her from placing her lips at the tip of his dick and taking it into her mouth. In fact, once she’s beginning to submissively fellate him, he reaches out and slides a hand through Lydia’s raven locks, before steadily pushing her further down his cock in a domineering fashion.

The beautiful Housecarl takes his cock without complaint, even when it hits the back of her throat and she starts to gag a little bit. She seems intent on proving herself to him in this arena just as she has in others.

Serana, meanwhile, coos at the sight as she continues to rub her tits into Harry’s back, resting her chin on his shoulder.

“That’s a good girl. Submit to your Thane, Housecarl. Submit to your Master, Nord.”

Lydia gurgles, before seemingly taking Serana’s words to heart and abruptly redoubling her pace.

“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

She’s enthusiastically fucking her face upon his cock in no time at all, with Harry watching on all the while. His hand remains fisted in her hair, but he has no desire to force her to go faster than she already is, especially with how much she’s abusing herself to begin with. Still… he appreciates her efforts. He appreciates them quite a lot, especially considering he’d already been close to cumming when he’d caught Lydia in the first place.

With a growl as his balls tighten, he grunts out a warning to the Housecarl kneeling before him.

“Here it comes, Lydia.”

In response, she doesn’t pull back but instead pushes forward, taking him all the way to the base, her throat bulging with his cock just as he tips over the edge and pulses down her esophagus. She does her best to swallow, guzzling down his seed as Harry tosses his head back with a groan.

But for all her enthusiasm, she’s still not very experienced it seems, because while she manages to get most of his load into her stomach, she falters near the end. The last bit of his seed winds up exploding out of Lydia’s nostrils and the sides of her mouth, making something of a mess as she’s forced to pull back off of his cock and drop back onto her knees, gasping and rasping for air.

Before either of them can react, Serana swoops out from behind him and drops to the floor, crawling right up to Lydia. The vampire princess grabs hold of his Housecarl by the face and leans in, licking the mess from around her mouth before engaging in an incredibly lewd, incredibly sloppy makeout session with the other woman.

Harry blinks at this view, his cock surging back to life as he watches the two raven-haired beauties kiss for what feels like an eternity but also no time at all. Until finally, Serana pulls back, leaving Lydia to stare at her with wide eyes, breathless.

“What… what was that for, milady?”

Smirking, Serana glances back at Harry.

“Hm? That was because I wanted to, of course. And also… because it pleased your Thane. And now he’s ready to please you~”

Lydia blushes profusely when she sees that Harry is already hard again. But he can tell from the hunger in her eyes that she wants more. And more she’ll get.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

In short order, Lydia is on her back on the bed where he and Serana had been making love to one another just a little while before. While Harry thrusts into Lydia’s sopping wet cunt, Serana takes advantage of his Housecarl in her own way… namely by sitting on Lydia’s face and riding her tongue to kingdom cum.

Not that Lydia seems to mind this state of affairs one bit. Judging by the pleasured expression on Serana’s face as she gyrates her hips and undulates her body over Lydia’s head, the Housecarl is quite enthusiastic in tonguing out the vampire princess’ cunt. As well she should be. If Harry is Lydia’s Thane and Master, than Serana can only ever be Lydia’s Lady and Mistress.

Fortunately, both women seem to understand their place in the pecking order, because Lydia is quite submissive beneath him and his lover as they make use of her body. At the same time as Harry thrusts into Lydia down below however, he also reaches out, pulling Serana into a kiss by her hair with one hand and fondling one of her breasts with the other.

They moan and groan in unison together, swapping spit and wrestling their tongues while they treat Lydia’s muscular but also feminine figure as their battlefield, so to speak. In this game however, neither of them really tries to win. The only one who ultimately gets conquered… is Lydia herself.

That said, when they finally pull apart so Harry can get some air, he can’t help looking Serana in the eye and asking a question that’s on his mind.

“Did you really think I knew about her peeping all this time, Serana? Or were you simply waiting for me to catch her in the act?”

The vampire just smiles mysteriously at that, licking her tongue along her pointed fangs and ruby red lips before shrugging once more.

“Does it truly matter, Harry?”

Huffing, Harry shakes his head. No, he supposes it really doesn’t. It was his own damn fault for not having enough awareness while he was with Serana to notice Lydia’s spying. Sure, Serana was a full-fledged vampire, but Harry was the Dragonborn and his senses were just as good as his vampire lover’s by this point, or rather, they should have been.

That he’d been blind and deaf to Lydia’s actions for so long… that was on him. Still, at least all was well that had ended well. Truthfully, Harry didn’t mind Lydia’s peeping… and might not have even minded a sexual relationship if the Housecarl had merely asked him earlier. He was just worried about how Serana might react.

But it seemed that his vampire lover didn’t mind Lydia much, since she saw her as their combined property, rather than another woman trying to move in on her man. And so long as Lydia continued to know her place, it would stay that way, Harry suspected.

Chuckling throatily, he pulls Serana back into another kiss as they both continue to fuck Lydia in their own ways. All was well that ended well. That was how the saying went, right? And sure, maybe this wasn’t conventional, but there’d not been anything conventional about Harry’s life even before he’d found himself in Skyrim, let alone since.

If there was one thing that the Chosen One, Dragonborn, and Master of Death had learned… it was how to roll with the punches.