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A/N: So I was all set to get to work on another of my fills when this popped into my brain, and I just couldn't pass it up.

Tags: Series: Rozenn_the_Breton, Char: Galmar Stone-Fist, Ulfric Stormcloak, Jorlief, OC (child), Genre: Fluff, Humour, crack

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"How kind of you to join us, Galmar," Ulfric said, frowning slightly as his hassled, tardy Housecarl entered the Throne Room of the Palace of Kings. Galmar just grunted at him.

"You seem to have brought someone with you," Ulfric said with a questioning glance at the small bundle held in the crook of Galmar's arm.

"Hm? Oh, yes. Well, Calder and Rozenn couldn't take him to the Mages' College. Too dangerous. So I have him, and he's finally sleeping. So you'll have to conduct this meeting quietly so as not to wake him. Because if he wakes and starts screaming again, Shor help me I will make you eat--"

"We won't waken him, Galmar," Ulfric said quickly, cutting the man off before he could get creative with his threats.

Galmar nodded. "That's right. You won't."

Ulfric sighed quietly and turned to Jorlief, who stood beside the throne, "Sometimes I wonder if he knows which of us is Jarl."

Jorlief snorted and turned away before the irritable Housecarl spotted him laughing. The baby stirred in his blankets and mewled for attention. Ulfric rose from his throne and went to stand beside Galmar, watching the older man with the baby.

"May I hold him a moment, Galmar?" Ulfric asked, after watching him stroke his son's downy soft hair to quieten him.

"Hm? Oh, yes, you have yet to be formally introduced. High King Ulfric, meet Barengar Stone-Fist. Future High King of Skyrim," Galmar said, eyes glinting with amusement as he handed the baby over to Ulfric.

"Barengar?" Ulfric asked as he settled the infant against his chest, and looked down into solemn blue eyes.

"It means Bear - Spear. You know how Rozenn calls me her bear. I think this was her way of honouring me. You see how he favours her in looks. When he's fully grown he'll be a runt, er, I mean a Breton in appearance," Galmar explained. He stepped away from Ulfric and the baby, towards the throne. "Hmph. Good. He likes you, Ulfric."

"Do you think so?" Ulfric asked, still gazing at the innocent child in his arms.

"He's not making so much as a peep in your arms. Anyone else holds him and he can't see me or his mother and he screams like a banshee. Rozenn will be pleased I picked a decent godsfather for him." Galmar sank gratefully down into the fur-covered throne, and gave a mighty yawn. "Oh, and Ulfric, he doesn't like it if you sit. He will get loud if you try. Good night."

And with that, Galmar was sleeping on the Throne of Kings. Ulfric blinked.

"Jorlief," he said softly.

"Yes, my Jarl?"

"What am I supposed to do now?"

"You could try singing a lullabye."

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This fic. THIS FIC! It just keeps getting better and better, and I can't actually remember what the prompt was and I don't care, this fic is that good. I love it. And best of all you sent them to Markarth to do the Forsworn Conspiracy! I love that quest!

Please continue, A!A, I'm reading with baited breath!

Oh gods, Tullius. Poor Tullius. Big hugs for him, and for you, A!A for this gem of a fic. It is indeed telling how the Nords are so indignant about the Concordat and Imperials for giving in to it, but it wasn't their country being ravaged by the Dominion.

Really well written, you really captured Tullius's despair at being forced to invade his own country.

Now this is a very good start! Really looking forward to seeing where this is going.

I like it, I like it! you're creating a story that leaves us speechless! you are keeping the plot, but please no rape, do vilkas discovers that what he feels for our dragonborn as a result of torture or abduction, but not rape! Soon, we hope your new update!

Glad I'm doing your prompt justice, OP~ I will admit there was about a week long period where I was like 'um. Nope nope nope nope, not gonna finish it', since I'm normally pretty vanilla and this is... Well, not (for me at least) xD

But I got my big girl pants on and we're gonna finish this!

(I am going away on vacation for a week, so while I'll try to throw something down in my free time, dun worry if this doesn't get updated.)

"You're not going to come too early, are you, Justiciar?" She jeered between moans and whimpers.

"No." He replied, teeth gritted. "You'll be the first to give in. For the second time, may I add."

She just laughed, arching her back up and meeting him with every thrust. She caught her hard, pink nipples between her fingers and toyed with them, staring into his gold eyes with her green ones. "You sure? How are you doing now?"

He tried not to watch as she fondled her breasts, even as they still bounced each time their hips met. "Fine."

She laughed again and he felt a surge of hot anger burst through him. He moved one hand from her hips and ground him thumb hard against her clitoris once again. Her laughter died on her lips and turned into an almost-wail, her eyes squeezing shut. He grinned and kept up the punishing pace, he knew he was close but he also knew that if he kept this up, she would get there before him. If that happened, he felt like his power would be restored and -

"Fuck!"

She suddenly squeezed her walls around him and his hips jerked involuntarily. And he did the one thing he had promised to himself he would not do: he came inside her. His climax was harder than any he had ever had, born from hate and infatuation and passion. He filled her with his seed and he heard her crow in triumph. Through his pleasure haze, he dragged his thumb over her clit once more.

"Ah!" She cried, her hips jerking up and her body spasming. She squeezed around him again - this time for real - and Ondolemar winced. It was so pleasurable and his cock was so sensitive that it almost hurt. But he didn't pull out, wanting to feel her throbbing once her orgasm was over.

He came back down from his high moments later to see her still fondling her breasts and staring up at him. She gave him an amused look.

"I thought you were going to finish 'over these'?"

"Quiet, Nord bitch." He panted as he finally pulled out of her. He watch as their mixed fluids trickled out of her and onto the polished wood of the bar. "Besides, you cheated."

"I did not!" She countered angrily. "You are the one who cheated! You came first and then you made me come. That's not fair."

"Oh, sorry." He sneered, pulling his underclothes back up and straightening his robes. "Please accept my deepest apologies for making you orgasm. Twice."

"Ugh!" She huffed, sliding off the bar and re-lacing her bodice. Even now, he couldn't stop himself watching as she settled her breasts into her clothes. She noticed and smirked. He glared and stepped out from behind the bar, making his way to the exit.

"Oh, that's it, is it?" She hissed after him. He stopped by the door and raised an eyebrow.

"Did you want something else?"

She made a noise of indignation. "A thank you? A goodnight? You have just been inside me."

"A thank you?" He made a face. "I am not some charity case. You are not a wench that has just given me your services for free. Are you?"

She threw one of the cloths at him. "No, I am not and you know it!"

He plucked the cloth from his shoulder and tossed it on the table nearest to him. "Fine. Goodnight..." He paused before rolling his eyes. "...I suppose I must ask."

She raised an eyebrow. "Ask what?"

"Your name, Nord."

She hesitated but finally surrendered it. "Adelais."

"Well, then. Goodnight, Adelais."

"Goodnight, Justic - Ondolemar."

He nodded and eased open the door as quietly as he could. He stepped out into the cold night air and closed the door behind him but not before he heard a male voice inside calling,

"Ade? You still here?"

"Yes, sir. Still clearing up. That Altmer made such a mess."

EPILOGUE

It was two weeks later when the Stormcloaks hit and they were like an unstoppable tide of fury and steel. The people of Markarth were merely foam to them, floating on top of their greater power.

Ondolemar found himself running from the fight - something he had never found himself doing before. But he knew now that fighting would be no use. His guards were dead and the Jarl had fled for his life; Ondolemar had no choice but to follow. He thanked the divines that had practised his sneaking skill for it was the only thing sparing his life right now. He made it to the city gates and waited for the last of the Stormcloak soldiers to come crashing through. He hid behind the collapsed market stalls until - at last - the final man rushed past. He stood and rushed through the gates, leaving the Nord city behind for the Nords who, Ondolemar had to admit, wanted it far more than he did.

Then he was out into the wilderness, alone but not overly frightened. Ondolemar was more annoyed than anything. Moving his living area was an annoyance he could do without. He began plotting how he would return to the Embassy and which route would be the quickest to take when he heard raucous laughter and heavy footsteps.

The he saw them: a group of at least ten Stormcloak soldiers, late to the fight, rushing down the dusty road towards him. Ondolemar had nowhere to go: a wall on one side, the city behind him and a straight drop down into the gushing river on the other. Ondolemar saw no choice. He readied himself and flames appeared in his palms. He knew he could not win - his destruction magic was good but not good enough to ward off ten soldiers all at once. But he would rather die fighting than have his throat slit cowering. Now fear took him but he tried to focus on the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

But when they were just metres away, when they were seconds from noticing him, a door in the wall to his left opened and a hand seized him and dragged him inside.

It was dark and the flames in his hands roared, desperate for both light and protection, when a voice said,

"Calm down! I don't want my eyes burnt out."

He knew that voice. He peered through that darkness. "Adelais. What - "

She looked up to the window and hissed, "Put those flames out!"

He did and she seized him again, dragging him down to the floor. He heard the Stormcloak rabble pass the small cottage and head off into the city, out of ear shot. When their noise had disappeared, she said,

"They did not see you, did they?"

"No." He answered. "I would be dead if they had." He hoped she realised that that was the closest she would get to a thank you.

Surprisingly, she did as she nodded in confirmation and slowly released him, allowing them both to stand. He glanced around and saw that the cottage was small, very small, and consisted of a bed in the far corner, a table and two chairs by the door and a fire with a cooking pot between the two of them.

"You live here alone? Surely it is dangerous to live outside the city walls - especially for a young woman."

She snorted. "Your concern is touching. But I won't be living here alone for much longer. You will stay with me until the city calms and then - "

"I will not." He said immediately. "My place is back in the Thalmor Embassy. I must inform my superiors of this attack."

"I should think they already know. And it would be senseless to try to travel now. It will days, possibly weeks, before Stormcloak garrisons stop travelling and settle fully in the city. Then we will leave."

He thought about this for a moment, realising he probably didn't have much choice before asking, "We?"

"That is the payment you owe me. I will shelter you here as long as you can take me to Solitude. I do not want to be in this city any longer and I cannot travel alone."

Ondolemar didn't like relying on anyone else. If he stayed her with, he would be vulnerable to any attacks and completely at her mercy should she decide to give him up at any time. However, he knew she was right about travelling. Stormcloak soldiers would be cluttering up all the roads surrounding Markarth for a while and it would be wise to remain here until they ceased. And really, his loins reasoned, it would not be such a bad thing to be in this small house with this woman for a while. Especially when he knew that those magnificent breasts and that tight heat that surrounded his cock so perfectly were both covered with such a flimsy layer of fabric. A week or so trapped here...? Ondolemar smirked inwardly.

"Very well, Nord. We have a deal."

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Damn character limits! I hope everyone has enjoyed this fill and thanks to everyone who has commented! Encouragement really means a lot. Happy kinkmemeing :)

Didn't the original prompt require Vilkas covered in cream and chocolate sauce and various other tasty treats or did I make that up?
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Sorry, got distracted for a second by the images there ;)

Glad you're enjoying it! I always hated Markarth in game but it did make for interesting times and the politics of the Reach were so interesting plot-wise (and I'm a bit of a sucker for the Forsworn at heart).

Glad you like it ;)The next few chapters are mostly written so hopefully will be up in a few days. I just need to polish them :D

Hope you haven't abandoned this anon! It's super fab. I like this DB :)

Unf! Just unf! I'm really enjoying this story! I haven't a clue as to what flavours to add because you're doing great cooking this thing on your own!

Did I read a comment about a chocolat covered Vilkas and what not? UNF! Please!

Can't wait for the next chapter!

All together now: D'AWWWWWW. Oh Galmar. I like the name Barengar, and it was nice to see Jorlief, too.

I've never thought about it until just now, but bizarrely enough I can see Ulfric being good with kids.

OP would love if you tried your hand at it anon!

This was definitely diabetic inducing. Good job, anon. =)

Oh, wow. Oh, Tullius. This is such a believable backstory for him, and reading it hurts so good.

In spite of the angst I also got kind of a kick out of that incredibly insincere "deepest regrets" and "apparently a man can murder his king as long as he follows the proper ritual," just because both of those are so recognizably TULLIUS. Awesome, in-character fill, anon.

Hehe, thanks, Nonny.

Yeah, Galmar thinks tact doesn't need to apply to him, ever, but Rozenn and I love him for it. I'm glad you liked the name, I agonised over an appropriately ursine name :D

Ulfric I think would be good with kids - I imagine him wanting kids and hiding it until he's certain Skyrim is secure. And I figure Barengar is a pretty good judge of who he can wrap around his finger, too, even at that age!

YAY thanks. Mission accomplished.

Well I have taken your suggestions in the prompt on board and if you think of anything else let me know! I won't say which ones because spoilers!

I'm afraid chocolate covered Vilkas was just what my incredibly dirty mind went to when you asked for Vilkas as a dessert...mmmmmm...though I may have to work in something along those lines now, just for closure :p

Do they have chocolate in Skyrim? I'm sure Sheogorath would have some...and maybe Sanguine...

But would the lullaby be for Galmar or Barengar? ;) Poor Ulfric- the exhausted but sneaky new father must have learnt that trick from Rozenn.

Loved this!

I love him for it too.

And Ulfric is really quite good with people in general, so long as he wants to be. It's part of what makes him difficult to trust at first - the question of how much of what he says is sincere, and how much is him being a remarkably gifted natural politician - but I can see his softer side making very good use of it with children. And I can definitely see him getting a taste of his own medicine and ending up wrapped around a kid's finger instead of vice versa, especially if that child is Galmar and Rozenn's. :)

So this anon just got very drunk and wants smutttttt. So I beg the 8 and 1 one for sweet smut. I want argonians and fucking. Even just fluff. Fuck it, I want Ondolemar (with a capital O) GIVE IT TO ME. GIVE ME THE FUCKING HOTTEST FUCKING THING EVEr!

:D xxxxxx

In return I will give you smut. I will give you the fucking sweetest sex for whatever you give me in return. I promise!!!!

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