He sat his limp wife back on his lap, her eyes glazed over as her body slowly came down from its high. He caressed her soft skin, working his way between their bodies so he could free his member. He sighed in relief when he was released from his confinement, his shaft bobbed, slightly weeping as it stood at attention awaiting his wife’s warm channel.
He groaned as her small hand grasped his aching shaft. His fingers digging into her hips, trying to control his lusts or he would have spilled right then. “Enough,” he growled, throwing her legs over his shoulder as he slouched further on his throne. With one powerful thrust he buried himself deep within his wife, her walls clenching around him. “Ania, I want to see your eyes while fuck you. I want to watch your eyes as you lose yourself to me,” he purred as he lifted her and let her slowly slide over him again. Her hands were on the arm rest giving her the leverage she needed to thrust against him. Her lust filled ambers eyes held his, her thigh rubbing against his right furs as her legs tightened around his shoulders with each thrust.
He could see her love for him in her eyes. His name was uttered with each moan and gasping breath. He thrust brought a plea for more of him. Her hands caressed his face, the furs he wore. He would never tire of being with his wife, not even after years together.
Their thrusts grew urgent, Ania’s head tilted back as she was close to reaching her peak. He watched as her eyes rolled back, her body shuttered hard, a scream left her mouth as she clenched almost painfully tight around him. It was too much for him to hold back from. He groaned spilling his seed deep within her, over filling her. He hissed as Ania’s nails bit into his shoulders as she went over the edge once more.
Her body leaned limply against him, he brushed a loving kiss on top of her head as she recovered. Slowly he slipped out of her, enjoying her twitches and moans of protest. He let her lax legs fall from his shoulders so they were in a more comfortable position.
Softly he rubbed her back, waiting for her to come down from her eyes. He watched as her eyes slowly clear, “That was intense,” she murmured with a sated smile. Balgruuf chuckled fondly at her as she burrowed closer to his warmth.
“You should get dressed and I should find something to cover the throne with,” Balgruuf murmured. He smirked as she rose on unsteady legs and started redressing. He glanced at the ceiling and then back at his wife. His grin grew larger as a thought came to him. He walked over to Ania, and helped her with her buckles. “I am thinking of adding a mirror above the throne so I can watch you move for me while I fuck you,” he purred against her ear.
“Keep it up and I’ll take you again right now,” Ania moaned as the image came to her.
~ooooooooooo~
Ania walked into the throne room, tired from the missions she had just finished. She glanced at Balgruuf and noticed his predatory smile, his eyes flicked upwards. She followed his gaze and spotted a mirror, her eyes met his once more.
“Irileth, clear the throne room,” Ania stated, giving Balgruuf a sly smile.
Re: Being Loved by a Jarl 1b
He groaned as her small hand grasped his aching shaft. His fingers digging into her hips, trying to control his lusts or he would have spilled right then. “Enough,” he growled, throwing her legs over his shoulder as he slouched further on his throne. With one powerful thrust he buried himself deep within his wife, her walls clenching around him. “Ania, I want to see your eyes while fuck you. I want to watch your eyes as you lose yourself to me,” he purred as he lifted her and let her slowly slide over him again. Her hands were on the arm rest giving her the leverage she needed to thrust against him. Her lust filled ambers eyes held his, her thigh rubbing against his right furs as her legs tightened around his shoulders with each thrust.
He could see her love for him in her eyes. His name was uttered with each moan and gasping breath. He thrust brought a plea for more of him. Her hands caressed his face, the furs he wore. He would never tire of being with his wife, not even after years together.
Their thrusts grew urgent, Ania’s head tilted back as she was close to reaching her peak. He watched as her eyes rolled back, her body shuttered hard, a scream left her mouth as she clenched almost painfully tight around him. It was too much for him to hold back from. He groaned spilling his seed deep within her, over filling her. He hissed as Ania’s nails bit into his shoulders as she went over the edge once more.
Her body leaned limply against him, he brushed a loving kiss on top of her head as she recovered. Slowly he slipped out of her, enjoying her twitches and moans of protest. He let her lax legs fall from his shoulders so they were in a more comfortable position.
Softly he rubbed her back, waiting for her to come down from her eyes. He watched as her eyes slowly clear, “That was intense,” she murmured with a sated smile. Balgruuf chuckled fondly at her as she burrowed closer to his warmth.
“You should get dressed and I should find something to cover the throne with,” Balgruuf murmured. He smirked as she rose on unsteady legs and started redressing. He glanced at the ceiling and then back at his wife. His grin grew larger as a thought came to him. He walked over to Ania, and helped her with her buckles. “I am thinking of adding a mirror above the throne so I can watch you move for me while I fuck you,” he purred against her ear.
“Keep it up and I’ll take you again right now,” Ania moaned as the image came to her.
~ooooooooooo~
Ania walked into the throne room, tired from the missions she had just finished. She glanced at Balgruuf and noticed his predatory smile, his eyes flicked upwards. She followed his gaze and spotted a mirror, her eyes met his once more.
“Irileth, clear the throne room,” Ania stated, giving Balgruuf a sly smile.
THE END