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ANNOUNCEMENTS: UPDATED 12/16/2017

Happy Holidays, fellow Kinkmemers! I have returned and have no reasonable excuse for my absence except LIFE. I will be working on updating the archives. If anyone sees anything amiss, please let me know.

I am also hoping to find another Mod and an Archivist.

The more dedicated people we have in this Meme the less chance of it dying. I admit that being the sole keeper of the Meme is not great for the fandom. If something were to happen to me, for good, this place would go the way of the Fallout Kink Meme. Let's not let that happen! If anyone would be interested in Modding/Archiving, please drop me a line. Thanks! <3

Re: Adoration 165/?

(Anonymous) 2014-04-07 09:35 am (UTC)(link)
beautiful! Loved the way Ulfric has apologized to her! I liked the interior struggle of his feelings! Now you have to give us love! : D

Sleepless - Part 99a/?

(Anonymous) 2014-04-07 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Ariella didn’t offer anymore help, not that Kodlak needed it. He had the name and it was only a matter of locating them. Yet that was all put on hold when Vilkas went into Farkas’ room looking for something.

The Companions were enjoying their afternoon outside when Vilkas slammed open open the door. He was furious and everyone stopped what they were doing. Farkas looked over at his twin with a worried expression.

“You!” Vilkas shouted, rage boiling. He pointed at Farkas, a piece of paper held tightly in his other hand, “To Kodlak.”

Farkas didn’t say a word and walked into Jorrvaskr.

“And if anyone sees Aela, Kodlak needs to speak with her.” Vilkas spat out before slamming the door closed. Everyone looked at each other confused, but Ariella was sure she knew what it was all about.

She put down her sword, “I’ll go find Aela.” Athis nodded wordlessly, eyes still trained to where Vilkas had been.

Ariella walked through Whiterun, Aela had wanted to go to Belethor’s to sell some of what she had found at some of the Silverhand camps. The scholar walked into the breton’s store and sure enough Aela was there, getting clearly frustrated.

“Aela.” Ariella said simply, the Huntress looked up, about to complain about Belethor. When she noticed the expression on Ariella’s face she stopped herself.

“30 septims is fine.” Aela collected her gold then left the store.

“I think Vilkas found the list. Kodlak wants to speak with you.” Aela groaned,

“Is Farkas…” Ariella nodded and the huntress took off, Ariella walking after her.

When she got back to Jorrvaskr, she could hear Vilkas yelling from the top of the steps. She contemplated going down there before deciding that she would go outside. It would be best to not get involved in the middle of that, not now.

Sleepless - Part 99b/?

(Anonymous) 2014-04-07 01:02 pm (UTC)(link)
It had been a little over a month since Ariella had given Aela and Farkas the list. She knew nothing good would come of it, yet still she gave it over. “Kodlak wants to see you.” Vilkas said to her. He had calmed down considerably.

Ariella sighed and walked towards the Harbinger’s room. She knew that even if Farkas and Aela hadn’t said anything about where they got the list from Kodlak would pin it on her, her script was fairly obvious.

She pushed open the door and found just Aela sitting there with Kodlak. She sat down and saw the list in the middle of the table. Kodlak looked at both of them and sighed, pushing the list towards Ariella.

“Aela here won’t tell me, but I know this is your doing.” Ariella just nodded, jaw clenched.

“I told her to do it!” Aela interrupted, silenced when Kodlak raised a hand. Ariella looked at the list and picked it up carefully.

She looked at all the all the lines that were across the list. “You… you’ve cleared nearly all of them?” Ariella asked, disbelief in her voice.

“All but one it seems.” Kodlak said leaning back in his chair.

“Aela…” Ariella said looking at the Huntress. “Was Skjor’s death not avenged before this point?”

Kodlak raised a brow at the Breton but said nothing. The words she was saying weren’t to cover her own actions; they were serious. He almost chuckled at how well Ariella slipped into a Harbinger like mode.

“We’ve nearly eliminated them all!” Aela said in defence, “One final fight, remove the Silver Hand once and for all.”

“Aela, your thoughts are noble but you let your feelings cloud your judgment.” Kodlak said. “Think, what have your actions really done? One of your brothers fell and you got your revenge by killing them in great numbers. What will they do to get their own revenge?”

Aela slumped in her seat, “Nothing good comes from violence.” Ariella hung her head in her hands, clearly beating herself up over this. “What have I done?” Kodlak heard the Breton whisper to herself.

“What has been set into motion is done. We will have to deal with the consequences together. No more senseless killings like what has been done. We have to let this experience shape us, all of us.” Kodlak said. “I just hope, Aela, you feel Skjor’s death has been more than paid for and Ariella, I believe you already know the weight your actions have caused.”

None of them moved for a while. The two women spoke softly as they put their actions into light, both realising how big of a mistake they had made.

Sleepless - Part 99c/?

(Anonymous) 2014-04-07 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Vilkas found Farkas sitting underneath the Gildergreen. He sat by his twin, anger having left his system now. He just wanted to understand why Farkas; kind, gentle Farkas, would do such a thing. He expected Aela to want to seek for blood by why had Farkas followed her? Why hadn’t Vilkas known?

“Farkas.” He snapped out of his daydreaming at his name. The twins sat in silence for a while, Farkas clearly disappointed in himself.

“Why did you do it?” Vilkas asked, desperation in his voice. He knew he was being pathetic but he thought they told everything to each other. They weren’t just brothers they were twins. Farkas turned to him, then away rubbing his face.

“Farkas, you can tell my anything, you know that.” Vilkas said, looking at the slightly larger twin.

“Vilkas, I just…” He sighed, running a hand down his face. Farkas looked so much older than he was in that moment. “I just wanted to see Aela happy.”

Vilkas was confused for a moment and then he realised. Ariella had been right and Vilkas just pushed it aside, blindly believing Farkas would tell him everything if it was true.

“I like her, a lot, Vilkas. She was just so miserable when Skjor died and I couldn’t do anything but avenging him…” Farkas buried his face in his hands. “I’m such an idiot, a real ice brain.”

Vilkas put his arm on around his brother and chuckled, he couldn’t be mad at him. “Since when did you struggle expressing your feelings?”

Farkas groaned and Vilkas just laughed again.

Re: Adoration 165/?

(Anonymous) 2014-04-07 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"He saw hope in her eyes and it felt like a dozen arrows were shot straight to His heart and he Knew That he would go through it all just to see her smile and earn her forgiveness. "" This piece is beautiful!

Adoration 17/?

(Anonymous) 2014-04-07 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
hi guys! I'm so happy that you guys liked it! This fill is again cut into two (or three? I'm not quite sure) Have fun!
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It wasn’t often that Ulfric ventured out of his Palace but this time he insisted on escorting Sahara home to Hjerim. She was embarrassed by her show of tears and slightly aghast at her ruining of his tunic. He shrugged and changed right in front of her, making her mouth water.

Then he offered to bring her home. He was genuinely curious as to what the inside of the cursed house looked like now and he didn’t want any interruptions to what he was planning.

Sahara led the way, conscious of the man walking closely behind her. As always, the hearth was lit. “Stew?” She asked nervously as he invited himself in.

“As long as it’s not Potage le Magnifique I wouldn’t mind.” Ulfric said with amusement. Sahara flushed and she bustled in the kitchen, stirring the cooking pot.

“It’s beef stew,” She said. She ladled the hearty stew into two wooden bowls and brought it out. They ate silently. The act of eating seemed so domestic and different from their usual interactions but it was a nice change of pace.

“Tell me about you,” Ulfric finally said. He finished his stew and poured mead for the both of them.

Sahara frowned, “What do you want to know, my Jarl?” Ulfric arched a brow, “Ulfric.” She flushed.

Ulfric shrugged, “Anything, everything.”

“Well,” Sahara frowned and thought about what to tell him, “I grew up here, in Windhelm. My mother was a shopkeeper and I used to help her sell her wares. When she grew ill I couldn’t take care of her and maintain the shop so I had to close it down but that’s fine.” She shrugged, “I did odd jobs, little chores and errands for people all around Skyrim so I could buy my mother medication.” She bit her lip before saying, “She died just as I found out that I was Dragonborn.”

“She must be proud of you.” Ulfric said softly.

Sahara chuckled, “I hope so. I was such a problematic child.” She sighed, “I never got along with the other Dunmer kids and their parents usually told them to stay away from me. Apparently you weren’t a popular choice with the Dunmers.”

“My fault,” Ulfric said and sighed, “I suppose I never really thought about what my actions.”

“Nonsense,” Sahara said, “We all know you should be High King.”

“I like the confidence.” Ulfric chuckled, “And the Thieves’ Guild and the Dark Brotherhood?”

Sahara bit her lip, wondering if she should tell him the truth. Eventually she decided that she might as well trust her lover. “Well, the Guild was just a happenstance. I was walking to Riften and I met my…erm, recruiter I suppose. It got me curious so I joined.” She shrugged, “Through a series of circumstances I ended up the Guildmaster.” She shrugged, “The Brotherhood on the other hand I joined willingly.” Ulfric arched his brow, “Aventus,”

“The Aretino boy?” He frowned. Wasn’t he sent to Riften?

“Yes, him. He performed the Black Sacrament and I arrived. He assumed I was with the Brotherhood and enlisted me to kill Grelod the Kind.” She laughed quietly, almost embarrassed, “I had nothing to live for so why not? I went to Riften and shot her. When I woke up I was in an abandoned house with this woman…” She sighed, remembering Astrid’s betrayal, “She was the leader of the Brotherhood but she betrayed us to the Penitus Oculatus.” She sighed, “It was a terrible loss of good family.”

Ulfric nodded, “I’m sorry.” He said sincerely, “Don’t worry, I swear to Talos that I won’t hunt down the Brotherhood or the Guild once we’ve achieved our goals.”

“Really?” Sahara smiled slowly, widely and Ulfric was stunned. She never smiled at him like this before. She jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly, “Thank you.” She said, laughing softly, “They’re the only family I have left.”

“You have us,” Ulfric said solemnly, “The Stormcloaks are your family too.”

Sahara grinned, her eyes sparkling. Ulfric suddenly stood and she gasped, almost falling off of him.

“Ulfric?” She wondered if she did something wrong but before she could ask, his mouth descended onto hers. The kiss was soft, barely there and she moaned quietly. He pressed his lips against hers more firmly and he licked her bottom lip, “What are you doing?” She breathed, staring into his dark eyes.

Adoration 17.25/?

(Anonymous) 2014-04-07 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
“What I should’ve done right from the beginning.” He whispered and pulled her close to him, his lips closing on hers. She gasped and his tongue brushed past her lips to stroke her tongue, urging her to respond.

Sahara moaned again and clung to his shoulders as he kissed her senseless. This was what she was waiting for, the passion, the sweetness. She shivered as heat pooled in her belly.

Ulfric bent down slightly and pulled her up, carrying her bridal style. She yelped and clung to his neck. “Bedroom?” He rasped. She pointed upstairs and moaned as he kissed her again. He made his way up, going into her bedroom and laying her gently on the large bed. He stripped off her clothing slowly, almost reverently, kissing every inch of skin that he uncovered, making her moan and squirm, heating her up inside and out.

“Ulfric,” She moaned. He pulled her pants off and kissed the sensitive skin of her thigh. She shivered and he licked. He went up her thigh slowly, going closer and closer to her core before he switched thighs. She whined with disappointment.

“Patience, my dear.” He said, his hot breath fanning across her wet pussy. She shivered.

Ulfric leaned closer and pressed his mouth against her and held her hips down as she arched from the bed.

Sahara had no words. His tongue flicked across her bud before his mouth pulled at it. She gasped and moaned. His fingers started pumping in and out of her in time with his licking and sucking. The squelching sound was perverse but erotic at the same time. He thrust his tongue in with his fingers and she yelped. She looked down and met his eyes before he started pumping into her hard and fast. She arched back and moaned loudly, grasping at the covers of her bed. “Please,” She moaned and sucked her clit into his mouth, running his teeth gently on it.

Sahara screamed and came apart in his hands.

But he wasn’t done. He lapped up her juices, prolonging her climax until she was sobbing and writhing. Then he stood and shed his clothing.

Sahara watched as Ulfric stood before her, naked and beautiful. The candlelight highlighted the hard planes of his chest and arms. She met his eyes and he leaned over her, dominating her mouth once more in a passionate kiss. She could taste her juices on him.

Ulfric lay on top her, his elbows supporting his weight. He kissed her thoroughly, desperately, like a man starved. She wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively and she felt his cock prod her entrance. He pressed into her slowly, driving them both mad with desire. She tried to make him move faster, thrust harder, but he was determined to make it last.

Once he was hilted fully, he started rocking his body. He leaned down and took her pebbled nipple in his mouth and she arched off the bed again. She was tight around him and she clenched even tighter as he sucked and nipped her breasts, leaving dark marks on her skin. She moaned and rocked back, this time making him groan. She clenched her inner muscles as he thrust and soon enough he was thrusting harder and faster.

Sahara held onto him, her arms around his shoulders as she rode out the storm. He kept thrusting harder and faster until her bed was creaking and shaking with the effort. His mouth was near her ear and he grunted with each thrust. She felt her climax nearing, her muscles tensing around him and she held on tightly as his cock pressed against a particular spot inside her. She moaned his name as she fell apart in his arms. Still he continued, thrusting through her clenching muscles and prolonging her orgasm.

Adoration 17.5/?

(Anonymous) 2014-04-07 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Ulfric groaned. She was so unbearably tight. His stomach muscles bunched and his balls drew up, signaling that his climax was near. He pounded into her faster, harder, until she was screaming with another orgasm. When she had calmed slightly, he thrust one more time before shuddering and groaning in her ear loudly.

His cock jerked and he thrust weakly as she milked him until nothing was left. Exhausted, he collapsed on top her, panting. He rolled them over, tucking her head neatly under his chin as they tried to regain their breath. His softening member slid out of her and she felt the warm trail of his seed sliding down her thigh.

He pressed a kiss on her forehead and she smiled.

Sahara wondered briefly if she was dreaming but this seemed too real to be a dream.

“Dreaming, huh?” Ulfric said with a weak laugh, “Then I must be too.” She realized she must have spoken out loud and flushed. She felt so tired though, her eyes barely keeping themselves open and he was so warm too. He held her securely against him, the scent of sex and sweat thickening the air but for once she didn’t feel ashamed of what they did. She snuggled closer, her arms going around his waist.

“If this was a dream, love, I wouldn’t want to wake up.”

She wasn’t sure if she was dreaming or Ulfric really did utter those sweet words.
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Whew! Longest fill at one go xD sooo how was it?:P as promised, here's some lovin'<3 Ulfric's turning out to be pretty sweet unlike in the previous chappies:)

Re: Sleepless - Part 99c/?

(Anonymous) 2014-04-07 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
fantastic, really beautiful .. chapters full of feeling! I loved the way Farkas feel ! I like this tension... I'm very curious to know if Ariella will look for witches, for her sense of guilt! I'd also like to know the thoughts on Aela to Farkas! ! I fear for Vilkas and Ariella!

Re: Blood (Magic)'s Honour 1.5

(Anonymous) 2014-04-08 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
OMG you're doing the companions? We're in for a treat! Please add a love interest and some smut. No one else on the meme does it like you do. And you do it with style. So many AA's write the troubled out of control Vilkas. If anyone can do him justice it would be you. Uhh I know i'm being greedy, but if you're going to do the companions may as well go all out. I'll be stalking this fill with interest.

Re: "Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 12d/??

(Anonymous) 2014-04-08 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
Omg omg an update!! :D You made me so happy!! I'm sorry I didn't comment on the last update for part 11. The imagery and description for the scene by the lake in 12b was fantastic. I could totally picture the place and Audric and Brynjolf's interactions. Great characterization, as usual. Brynjolf seems unbothered that Audric might love someone else, even encourages him, yet at the same time presents Audric with a special gift... it tugs on my heartstrings a bit!

Also, things are becoming more tense between Ulfric and Audric... I find it interesting how Audric is rude and impatient with Ulfric, almost as if expecting the other man would reject him and Audric is trying to protect himself from that. I really liked the following part: “I am not your puzzle,” he said, squeezing Ulfric’s shoulder, “and I am nobody’s prize.”

Eagerly awaiting the next installation!! I love how much time and energy you've put into making this fill lengthy and elaborate. :)

Re: Adoration 17.5/?

(Anonymous) 2014-04-08 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
argh! ... Ulfric is so damn sexy! From bear violent to a sexy man! Ah lucky woman! Thank you look forward to the next, with impatience! ^____^

Re: Sleepless - Part 99c/?

(Anonymous) 2014-04-08 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
Oh sweet Farkas! I'd like to see something more between him and Aela! I hope Vilkas can understand Ariella .!

Re: Adoration 17.5/?

(Anonymous) 2014-04-08 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
owwwwwww! Eat a cookie happy and waiting for the rest!

Re: Adoration 17.5/?

(Anonymous) 2014-04-08 10:53 am (UTC)(link)
was warm, pure fire, and absolutely sweet ..... it would take more Ulfric so! Very well done!

Reljir and The Huntress 9a/?

(Anonymous) 2014-04-08 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Skjor wasn’t sure why he allowed Reljir to give him orders. But he didn’t think about that until much later. Upon seeing the dragon the whelps parting words were “rouse the others” before he disappeared down the steps, presumably headed to investigate the dragon.

Skjor was shocked enough that it took him a few minuets to snap out of it and head for Jorrvaskar. Taking the steps two at a time, a scene of frantic activity greeted him as he burst through the doors of the mead hall. He was surprised to see so many companions awake and apparently preparing for battle. Kodlak himself was stuffing arrows into several quivers.

He didn’t waste time on words as obviously the group had been alerted. Instead he looked around for Aela and spotted her helping Lydia of all people adjust her armor. He was relieved she seemed like herself in spite of the emotional trauma she had experienced. Within minuets the group was departing to rendezvous with Irileth the jarls housecarl and plan the defense of the city.

Skjor made a point of pulling Aela aside to have a quiet word with her. He reminded her Reljir would likely be involved in the fight, and physical contact between them was risky. She was to avoid any behavior that might tempt her wolf to shift.

Aela gave him a strange look and whispered she had not planned to cause people to question the crediability of the companions. She also wondered aloud why he was worried. It was unlikely she would be kissing Reljir during a battle!

She nodded to Kodlak who was standing across the room watching them. Skjor could see the curiosity in the older mans eyes. But, all the harbinger said was “Bring honor to the companions”. Aela headed for the door holding it open for him. He grabbed her arm and hissed “keep your guard up!’. He refused to release her until she agreed.

Aela appeared normal as she walked a little behind the rest of the group. In reality she was preoccupied with memories of that warm kiss shared with Reljir, and how right it had felt. She was surprised he was not among the guards amassing at the gate. She still felt some apprehension over how he would react when they saw each other again.

However, once Irileth arrived to brief the warriors all thoughts of Reljir flew from her mind. Lydia had come to the mead hall to say the Jarl was calling for Jorrvaskar‘s aid. Irileth had asked all able bodied warriors and guards to meet near the gates with ample supplies of arrows.

Once Kodlak was assured it was not a Stormcloak raid he had decided to answer the call. Lydia herself had been unaware of the exact nature of the emergency. Now Irileth stood before them to announce they would be fighting a dragon. Aela felt the adrenaline flow through her body. This was both exciting and frightening at the same time. Her focus became very narrow. She would do all in her power to save Whiterun from this new threat.

Reljir and The Huntress 9b/?

(Anonymous) 2014-04-08 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
When Reljir discovered the dragons target and approached the western watchtower, he noticed the guards were unprotected. They had failed to take cover leaving themselves wide open to attack. The Ansei warrior in him instinctively emerged. Fortunately for him the dragon had flew off, but he expected it would circle back around.

He systematically began to organize the guards for maximine effect. He had a few archers and one melee fighter to work with. He separated the archers positioning them for maximum cover. Now that they were no longer clumped together allowing the dragon a single target, he focused on the melee guard.

Reljir had no use for brute force as long as the dragon was in the air. He assigned the guard the task of fetching a box of arrows from the tower, and separating them into usable bunches to keep the archers supplied. Reljir counseled the man that his job was vital to success and to stay safe.

It didn’t occur to Reljir to wonder why the guards were willing to take his orders without question. He had been taught early in life that if he behaved like a leader others would follow. In reality that was part of it, but his association with the companions made them more than willing to follow him. The city guards held the companions of Jorrvaskar in high esteem.

It wasn’t long afterward Reljir noticed the reinforcements approaching. It was a most inopportune moment, but he couldn’t resist honeing in on a certain redhead. Aela walked a little behind the others the wind teasing her hair. He couldn’t control his eyes, as he was taunted by the bits of skin revealed by her armor.

He looked up and caught her watching him watch her. She blushed and looked away, but not before sending him a smile so full of promise that he felt his body respond. His expression warmed considerably, Aela was inflaming him without much effort. He wished they were anywhere but the watchtower. He ruthlessly reined in his hormones and forced his eyes away from her. At this moment in time he was unable to afford the distraction.

Re: Adoration 17.5/?

(Anonymous) 2014-04-08 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
This Ulfric has kidnapped my heart .... but also the violent Ulfric! XD

Re: Sleepless - Part 99c/?

(Anonymous) 2014-04-08 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
sweet, sweet Farkas! wanted to help Aela ........ and he likes her! beautiful dialogue between the twins!

Re: Adoration 17.5/?

(Anonymous) 2014-04-08 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Aww, hot and sweet! I'm a sucker for a happy ending, but I hope it's not all tender loving for these two. There needs to continue to be blindfolds and ass play with a man like Ulfric :)

Re: Adoration 17.5/?

(Anonymous) 2014-04-08 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I like the way this OP thinks XD (Ulfric's just too kinky to maintain the tender loving haha)

Adoration 18/?

(Anonymous) 2014-04-08 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Hi! So I made sure the dark-ish, kinky side is still there:P (thanks OP for pointing out to me that's it'll be too un-Ulfric if it suddenly turned too tender). I might be going on a road trip sometime today (Wednesday, April 9th) or tomorrow and it'll be a 12-14 hour trip so I might not be able to update at my regular time (around now) which is why the next fill is pretty long:P
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It was noon and Ulfric wasn’t in the war room, his chambers or in Sahara’s room. Galmar wasn’t sure what to think. Had his friend and Jarl been kidnapped? How was that possible? Nobody has seen him since the night before and was starting to get frantic trying to figure out where he went.

“Ralof!” Galmar shouted and the captain came stalking forward, “Do you have any idea where Ulfric could be?”

Ralof scratched his chin and eyed the burly man. He was much like a bear, very big and cuddly in a weird way. He was looking pretty frantic and close to panicking by now but he wasn’t sure if he should suggest looking for him in Hjerim since he was pretty sure that was where he was.

Finally, he conceded before Galmar decides to raze Windhelm to the ground to the ground just to find the errant Jarl.

“Check Hjerim,” Ralof said, smiling slightly at Galmar’s dumbfounded look. He scowled and stormed out.

Ralof sighed and then chuckled.
--

Sahara moaned and shifted, feeling something warm and wet trailing down her neck. She shivered and pushed the man away, “Ralof,” She hissed sleepily, “I’m not interested in you.”

Ulfric arched a brow, wondering why in the world would Ralof be in bed with Sahara. He leaned down again, nipping her shoulder. Sahara groaned and tried to shift away.

“I’m having a nice dream, go away.” She moaned and snuggled closer to her pillow.

“Hm? What about?” Ulfric asked, laughing slightly.

Sahara murmured his name and sniffed before settling down again. Ulfric laughed again, louder this time.

“Shut up,” Sahara groaned and pulled the covers over her head. Ulfric pried it back down, enough that he could lean over her ear.

“Now why would you be dreaming about me, Dragonborn?” He purred hotly in her ear. She shifted and her eyes snapped open. She gasped when she saw him, remembering what happened the night before. She blushed brightly.

“I—I,” Sahara looked down, embarrassed. Ulfric laughed and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

“Mind telling me why you would confuse me with my captain?”

“O-oh, well, you’re both blond and Nord,” Sahara shrugged, “And he’s usually the one I’m cuddled up with whenever it’s cold.”

Ulfric narrowed his eyes, not sure as to whether or not he should kill his captain or not.

“Clothed of course, and he never did anything improper.” Sahara cleared her throat and fidgeted.

“Nobody else,” Ulfric growled, “Not even Ralof, is allowed to share your bed. Understand?”

She nodded, “Yes, Ulfric.” She breathed and he leaned forward to capture her lips. She moaned and kissed him back. He started to push her back to the bed when the pounding started. Somebody was at the door.

Sahara shifted but Ulfric pushed her back down, his lips going to her neck, “Ignore it,” He muttered, sucking a sensitive spot. She shivered and arched but the pounding wouldn’t stop. Ulfric sighed irritably before rising, “I’ll get it.” He growled, “It better be important or I will run whoever is at the door through with my blade.” He picked up his sword and stalked down the stairs.

The pounding wouldn’t stop and he pulled the door wide, his sword moving forward to rest on the offender’s chest.

Re: Blood (Magic)'s Honour 1.5

(Anonymous) 2014-04-08 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Aww, bless you, kind anon, you flatter me. :D

I am sure there'll be a love interest, I just don't know who yet. Maybe several. Definitely smut.

As for the Companions, I wrote them in a couple of other fics as well, so I've done Vilkas before (although never smut with him in, surprisingly). I think the result will work. :)

Adoration 18.25/?

(Anonymous) 2014-04-08 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
“Ulfric,” Galmar said, his eyes wide and his fist raised, ready to pound on the heavy wooden door.

“Galmar,” Ulfric’s brows furrowed and he brought his sword down, “Problem?”

“It’s noon and you weren’t in the Palace,” Galmar said, “We thought something happened to you.”

Ulfric arched a brow, “I’m a grown man, Galmar. I can take care of myself,”

“I suppose you and the lass are all better now huh? Good. We’ve all been worried about her mental state.” Ulfric waited for him to continue, “She’s been a little reckless,” He explained, “Charging into battle, not feeling the wounds until after.” Galmar shrugged, “It’s not healthy.”

“So is the war but we do what we must.”

“Ulfric,” Galmar sighed, “When will the march to Solitude be?”

“Soon.” Ulfric replied, his mood darkening, “I’ll be back in the Palace in a moment.” He shut the door in Galmar’s face, sighing.

Sahara walked down the stairs cautiously, his fur cloak wrapped around her securely. His cock jerked at the sight, “Who was it?” She worried her bottom lip, “Do I need to wash the porch?”

Ulfric laughed weakly and drew her into his arms before kissing her soundly, “It was Galmar.” He said, “They’re waiting for me in the Palace.”

Sahara smiled weakly, “You’re Jarl. You have duties to attend to,”

Ulfric pressed his forehead against hers before kissing her again thoroughly, “Give me fifteen minutes.”

She arched a brow and dropped the cloak.
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Almost an hour later, Ulfric and Sahara entered the Palace with Sahara walking a little slower. He had lifted her up easily and pressed her against the wall before pounding into her ruthlessly. She had climaxed quickly but he kept going, abusing her already-abused pussy more until she couldn’t think straight anymore. She had screamed his name until her voice grew hoarse and only then did he release in her. Now all the lovemaking was taking its toll on her and every time she walked she felt sore in all the right places. She suppressed a shiver of pleasure.

Ralof met her eyes when they reached the war room and arched a brow. Then he smirked and shook his head, his smirk turning into a full-blown smile. He seemed genuinely happy for her, for them. Sahara glowed at the thought of her and Ulfric together.

They talked about the war and the last leg of it. They would storm the gates of Solitude, expecting several Legionnaires with bow and arrows and even General Tullius and Rikke. They would all be there and they knew they would lose many good men but Ulfric seemed confident that they would take over successfully.

When the talk turned to Elisif, Sahara felt her happiness dim. Ulfric would need a High Queen and it couldn’t be her. She was a Dunmer and a commoner while Elisif was groomed to be the High Queen. She shuddered at the thought of the pale Nord Jarl sharing Ulfric’s bed.

She kept quiet for the rest of the meeting. Ulfric noticed and he dismissed Ralof and Galmar, bidding them to shut the door. Ralof gave her a knowing look.

“Anything wrong?” He asked, leaning his hip on the table.

“Nothing, my Jarl.” She said automatically, “I mean, Ulfric,”

“You know I hate lies, Sahara.” She shivered when he said her name.

“Well, it’s just that, after the war and you’re High King, there’s really nothing left to do and I’ll go off to learn more Shouts and kill dragons and find Alduin…” She shrugged, her eyes prickling with tears, “And I guess I’d miss my chance to be with you.” She whispered the last part.

Ulfric sighed heavily before walking towards her to engulf her in a tight embrace. It was warm and comforting. He kissed her forehead, “Then you better finish Alduin quickly.” He said gruffly. Before she could ask what he meant, he captured her lips and all her thoughts scattered.

His kiss was gentle this time, slow. He carried her up to his chambers and shut the door before stripping her slowly, with the same worshipful actions. He suckled and kissed her breasts before bidding her to lie on the bed. She watched him lazily as he stripped off his clothing slow enough to let her know that he was teasing her.

Adoration 18.5/?

(Anonymous) 2014-04-08 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Then he leaned over her and pressed himself fully against her. Her legs wrapped around his hips and his member hovered over the entrance of her pussy. She shivered and tried to push him inside her.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He whispered in her ear before nipping the sensitive tip. She shuddered.

“I’m yours,” She said softly.

“Louder,” He demanded, pressing his cock inside her slowly, inch by delicious inch until he was hilted inside her, “I want you to scream, Sahara, to tell the world who owns the Dragonborn.”

He thrust his hips gently and she yelped before moaning, “I’m yours,” She keened, “Ulfric, I’m yours,” His pace grew faster, “I’m yours,” She chanted his name as he started to pound into her, going faster and harder, grunting with the effort. She held onto him tightly and sobbed as pain and pleasure mixed and pushed her over the edge.

She shattered, her pussy wrapped tightly around his cock as she shouted out her release. “I’m yours,” She said hoarsely, “Only yours.”

He pulled out and aligned his slick cock with her anus and slid in slowly, grunting at the tight resistance that eventually gave way to him. She mewled and shivered, not sure whether she should feel pain or pleasure. Her body decided for her when she started to shudder once again as another orgasm coursed through her.

Ulfric leaned forward slightly and thrust a few times before shuddering as he tried to hold his climax back. She squirmed, pressing her hips tightly against his as her nails raked his back, drawing blood. He groaned and started moving faster, reveling at the sounds she was making.

“Yes,” He hissed, his thrusts hard and frantic, “Mine.” He cupped her breasts and squeezed, “All this is mine.”

His hand moved lower, seeking out her clit and rubbing it, making her arch off the bed. She sobbed and whimpered as another shudder wracked her body. He thrust through the almost-painful tightness of her ass before releasing his seed. His cock jerked weakly as her greedy ass milked him for all he was worth. He pressed his forehead against hers, breathing hard.

“And I am yours.” He whispered before crashing his lips against hers in a bruising kiss.
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(I'll try to put up the next chappie asap:P)