Balgruuf sat back on his throne smirking as he watched his wife walk in. He wasn’t paying attention to the man in front of him. The last few words he heard had something to do with bandits. Now that his wife had walked into the room with heated look in her and the predatory smile she wore. There was no way in hell he would be able to pay attention.
He watched as his wife nodded to the guards who vanished quickly. His brow rose as Proventus and Farengar took the kids with them as they left, all that was left was his housecarl. The man who had been speaking with him had left, he is not sure when, but he didn’t really care at the moment.
Balgruuf shifted in his seat, trying to ease the discomfort in his lower regions as he his wife walked towards him. Her amber eyes rove over him and he felt it as if it had been her own hand. He nearly groaned and then scowled when he noticed Irileth still standing nearby. She was the only one that hadn’t left.
“Irileth, leave,” Balgruuf ordered.
Balgruuf sighed when he noticed he stubborn set of her jaw, “If you don’t leave, you’ll be watching while I taste and then fuck my wife on this very throne,” Balgruuf warned her with narrowed eyes. He had the amusement to watch his housecarls eyes turn blank, and then horrified, and her grey complection greyed further. He grinned as Irileth literally ran from the room and out into Whiterun.
Ania glanced at the stairs and saw Lydia there. “Lydia, vanish,” she ordered and watched as her housecarl left the castle with Emira walking beside her.
Balgruuf’s eyes heated up as his wife walked towards him. First her armor came off, leaving her in her breastband, next was greaves, boots, breastband and then her strews. She was steps away from him naked, his member throbbing and she hadn’t touched him yet.
He met her amber eyes and saw her desire just for him. Years together hadn’t changed their love for each other, her eye still held the same lust as it did when he first bedded her.
He swallowed thickly as her finger trailed along her body to her mound.
His gaze riveted to her hand as her finger slipped between her folds. “You wish to taste this?” she purred as she removed her glistening fingers from her folds. He groaned, his hand snaking to his engorged shaft that still needed to be bared. He stroked himself through his clothes as her finger disappeared into her mouth, “a bounty fit for a king.”
Balgruuf stood quickly, not able to take this teasing his wife loved to do. He grasped her hand roughly jerking her to him. He smirked down at his small wife, he leaned down to savage her mouth with a bruising kiss, but his wife changed that idea quickly. She pushed him back forcefully until he was sitting in his throne once more.
She smiled sultry at him as she climbed onto his lap. Her eyes met his and held, her hands caressing the furs and rich material he wore. “I always wondered what it would be like to fuck you while you wear this,” she murmured softly, her amber eyes darkening with lust.
“Then its time you found out,” he purred, nuzzling her neck. “but first I want to taste that sweet nectar of yours.” He lifted her so that she was kneeling on the arms of the throne. His hands gripped her hips forcing her to arch her back as far she could go. He smiled lecherously as her hair brushed against her legs and her mound spread open for him. He nipped at her thighs, leaving light marks as he drew closer to her sweet nectar. He moaned with the first swipe of his tongue. He felt her body quiver with each swipe of his tongue.
“God Balgruuf I won’t last long if you keep that up,” she slurred through her sexual haze. Balgruuf grinned, knowing exactly what to do if he wanted to go over the edge right now. He purred against her sensitive mound and reveled in the stuttering moan his wife gave. It was a small orgasm, enough to take the edge off for her and no damage would come to his throne.
Being Loved by a Jarl
He watched as his wife nodded to the guards who vanished quickly. His brow rose as Proventus and Farengar took the kids with them as they left, all that was left was his housecarl. The man who had been speaking with him had left, he is not sure when, but he didn’t really care at the moment.
Balgruuf shifted in his seat, trying to ease the discomfort in his lower regions as he his wife walked towards him. Her amber eyes rove over him and he felt it as if it had been her own hand. He nearly groaned and then scowled when he noticed Irileth still standing nearby. She was the only one that hadn’t left.
“Irileth, leave,” Balgruuf ordered.
Balgruuf sighed when he noticed he stubborn set of her jaw, “If you don’t leave, you’ll be watching while I taste and then fuck my wife on this very throne,” Balgruuf warned her with narrowed eyes. He had the amusement to watch his housecarls eyes turn blank, and then horrified, and her grey complection greyed further. He grinned as Irileth literally ran from the room and out into Whiterun.
Ania glanced at the stairs and saw Lydia there. “Lydia, vanish,” she ordered and watched as her housecarl left the castle with Emira walking beside her.
Balgruuf’s eyes heated up as his wife walked towards him. First her armor came off, leaving her in her breastband, next was greaves, boots, breastband and then her strews. She was steps away from him naked, his member throbbing and she hadn’t touched him yet.
He met her amber eyes and saw her desire just for him. Years together hadn’t changed their love for each other, her eye still held the same lust as it did when he first bedded her.
He swallowed thickly as her finger trailed along her body to her mound.
His gaze riveted to her hand as her finger slipped between her folds. “You wish to taste this?” she purred as she removed her glistening fingers from her folds. He groaned, his hand snaking to his engorged shaft that still needed to be bared. He stroked himself through his clothes as her finger disappeared into her mouth, “a bounty fit for a king.”
Balgruuf stood quickly, not able to take this teasing his wife loved to do. He grasped her hand roughly jerking her to him. He smirked down at his small wife, he leaned down to savage her mouth with a bruising kiss, but his wife changed that idea quickly. She pushed him back forcefully until he was sitting in his throne once more.
She smiled sultry at him as she climbed onto his lap. Her eyes met his and held, her hands caressing the furs and rich material he wore. “I always wondered what it would be like to fuck you while you wear this,” she murmured softly, her amber eyes darkening with lust.
“Then its time you found out,” he purred, nuzzling her neck. “but first I want to taste that sweet nectar of yours.” He lifted her so that she was kneeling on the arms of the throne. His hands gripped her hips forcing her to arch her back as far she could go. He smiled lecherously as her hair brushed against her legs and her mound spread open for him. He nipped at her thighs, leaving light marks as he drew closer to her sweet nectar. He moaned with the first swipe of his tongue. He felt her body quiver with each swipe of his tongue.
“God Balgruuf I won’t last long if you keep that up,” she slurred through her sexual haze. Balgruuf grinned, knowing exactly what to do if he wanted to go over the edge right now. He purred against her sensitive mound and reveled in the stuttering moan his wife gave. It was a small orgasm, enough to take the edge off for her and no damage would come to his throne.