“You still want to go to that festival?” he asked, sarcastic and he felt her eyes on him.
“No,” she said softly and she crawled to him, her cheek meeting his shoulder, her body warm and he let her. Mostly because he was too tired to shove her off. “My Jarl… I-I want to repay the favor.”
He looked down at her. “Is that so?” he muttered and she nodded.
“Anywhere, my Jarl,” she bit her lip. “I-If you want me to suck you off, I will. Multiple times. Anything to please you.”
He smirked. “You may come to regret that,” he said and she buried herself against him, kissing his skin. He held her to him, his hand moving into her hair to absently play with the strands and she dipped down against his neck, her breath light as her hands moved over his chest.
“Can I stay with you tonight?”
He sighed. “I suppose.”
She kissed his neck then moved to his jaw, her lips light against his skin and he turned, looking at her. She bit her lip and he pulled down her down for a proper one, dominating her again and she melted against him, whimpering. He didn’t hear when Nenya came back nor the sounds of Helvard hitting his bed hard from above. He was knocked out, his head full of nothing and beside him his Thane slept, her cheeks glowing and a smile on her lips.
When he woke in the morning she was curled against him and he moved away, tugging on some light robes as he went to take a leak, the light in the Longhouse making him groan. When he came back Nenya was up, carrying in some bread from the barracks and he looked at her. She looked to him for a second, her lips thin and he had to stop.
“What?” he snapped and she said nothing for a moment.
“The guards could hear you two last night,” she said and he stared at her before he smiled.
“Good,” he said and she scowled at him. “What’s your problem with it?”
“You shouldn’t abuse her feelings like this, Siddgeir,” she lectured and he rolled his eyes. “You know she cares about you more than you deserve.”
“Nenya, go fuck yourself,” he snapped as he moved back to his room, his neutral mood now going sour. “I’m staying in bed today so deal with the smallfolk and make sure my breakfast is hot and fresh, not the slop you usually feed me. Oh, and make it for two as the Thane is currently still naked and well-fucked in my goddamn bed.”
She said nothing, her disapproval apparent and he shut the door behind him, running a hand through his hair in irritation as he went back to his bed. He flopped back into it, annoyed and beside him, she stirred, moving to seek him out, her head curling against his chest and he sighed.
“Good morning,” she said softly and he looked down at her as she leaned against him. He nudged her awake.
“You wanted to repay the favor?” he asked and she slowly focused on him, her eyes still clouded with sleep. “Well today you can, Thane. You’re spending the day pleasuring me, understand?”
She turned a deep red, becoming alert and he smirked at her, reaching down to grab her hand to shove it on his cock. She flushed, looking down but her shoulders relaxed and she looked to him, licking her lips. “Anything special I should do?”
“Yes,” he smirked. “Make sure Nenya and the guards hear you.”
Her ears turned pink but she moved down, pulling his tunic up as her eyes focused on him. “Y-Yes, my Jarl.”
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Date: 2014-03-15 02:14 am (UTC)“No,” she said softly and she crawled to him, her cheek meeting his shoulder, her body warm and he let her. Mostly because he was too tired to shove her off. “My Jarl… I-I want to repay the favor.”
He looked down at her. “Is that so?” he muttered and she nodded.
“Anywhere, my Jarl,” she bit her lip. “I-If you want me to suck you off, I will. Multiple times. Anything to please you.”
He smirked. “You may come to regret that,” he said and she buried herself against him, kissing his skin. He held her to him, his hand moving into her hair to absently play with the strands and she dipped down against his neck, her breath light as her hands moved over his chest.
“Can I stay with you tonight?”
He sighed. “I suppose.”
She kissed his neck then moved to his jaw, her lips light against his skin and he turned, looking at her. She bit her lip and he pulled down her down for a proper one, dominating her again and she melted against him, whimpering. He didn’t hear when Nenya came back nor the sounds of Helvard hitting his bed hard from above. He was knocked out, his head full of nothing and beside him his Thane slept, her cheeks glowing and a smile on her lips.
When he woke in the morning she was curled against him and he moved away, tugging on some light robes as he went to take a leak, the light in the Longhouse making him groan. When he came back Nenya was up, carrying in some bread from the barracks and he looked at her. She looked to him for a second, her lips thin and he had to stop.
“What?” he snapped and she said nothing for a moment.
“The guards could hear you two last night,” she said and he stared at her before he smiled.
“Good,” he said and she scowled at him. “What’s your problem with it?”
“You shouldn’t abuse her feelings like this, Siddgeir,” she lectured and he rolled his eyes. “You know she cares about you more than you deserve.”
“Nenya, go fuck yourself,” he snapped as he moved back to his room, his neutral mood now going sour. “I’m staying in bed today so deal with the smallfolk and make sure my breakfast is hot and fresh, not the slop you usually feed me. Oh, and make it for two as the Thane is currently still naked and well-fucked in my goddamn bed.”
She said nothing, her disapproval apparent and he shut the door behind him, running a hand through his hair in irritation as he went back to his bed. He flopped back into it, annoyed and beside him, she stirred, moving to seek him out, her head curling against his chest and he sighed.
“Good morning,” she said softly and he looked down at her as she leaned against him. He nudged her awake.
“You wanted to repay the favor?” he asked and she slowly focused on him, her eyes still clouded with sleep. “Well today you can, Thane. You’re spending the day pleasuring me, understand?”
She turned a deep red, becoming alert and he smirked at her, reaching down to grab her hand to shove it on his cock. She flushed, looking down but her shoulders relaxed and she looked to him, licking her lips. “Anything special I should do?”
“Yes,” he smirked. “Make sure Nenya and the guards hear you.”
Her ears turned pink but she moved down, pulling his tunic up as her eyes focused on him. “Y-Yes, my Jarl.”
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