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Sahara couldn’t meet his eyes the next day.
“Ice-Veins,” He nodded, “I want you to go to the Falkreath Stormcloak Camp to meet Galmar.”
“Yes, my Jarl.” Sahara muttered. Ulfric looked up and frowned at her.
“Ice-Veins.”
“My Jarl?”
“Look at me when I am talking to you.” He said coldly. He watched the flush rise to her cheeks as she nodded and looked up timidly. What the hell happened?
“Yes, my Jarl.” She swallowed audibly, “I should take my leave now.” She bowed and started walking towards the door. A blast of air shut the heavy door in front of her. She stared at it, shivering, slightly. She knew what he did, she had used the Voice countless times herself so she knew that he had used the Unrelenting Force. It didn’t hit her instead it was aimed to her side so she’d feel the brush of power as it shut the door. It was the Voice that killed Torygg.
“Do not turn your back to me, Dunmer.” He was suddenly behind her, holding her neck and pushing her against the door, “Now, what in Oblivion did you do?”
“What?” She gasped, “I didn’t do anything, my Jarl.”
“Then why will you not meet my eyes?” He growled in her ear, “Are you a spy?”
Didn’t they already talk about this? Sahara frowned, “No, my Jarl. We’ve already settled this last night.” Her cheeks burned at the memory of what they did, “I’m not a spy for the Legion, my Jarl.”
“Last night?” He sounded confused, “What happened last night?” He pressed her harder against the wood and she felt tears spring up from her eyes.
“You called me here.” She said, “And asked if I was a spy since I was the only Dunmer Stormcloak.” She felt his hard body through the Thieves’ Guild armor she chose to wear today and felt warmth pool in her stomach.
“And?” “You asked what I was doing here and…and I said that I—I wanted to be close to you.” She shut her eyes, heat flooding her cheeks as she tried to hold back her tears. It was humiliating, having to go through this again.
“Really?” He loosened his hold on her, “And then?”
“My Jarl?” He didn’t expect her to say it, did he? She didn’t want to think of how callous and painful last night was. She always knew she would give up her virginity to him should he ask but he didn’t ask, at least, not really. Instead he just took what he wanted and he doesn’t even remember it the day after. Why? Was it really so unremarkable that he couldn’t be bothered to remember?
“Then what happened?” He tightened his hold on her again, “And do not think to lie to me, Dunmer or I will personally cut you down right here.”
Sahara made a soft sound. Why was he doing this? Before last night he was the epitome of the aloof nobleman and now he was…what was he being? “W-we,” She shuddered, “We…” She muttered the rest and he seemed to have understood. He released her abruptly before seizing her again and dragging her to the table.
“Like this?” He growled in her ear. He kicked her legs apart and pressed himself against her. She nodded frantically, “A pity I cannot remember.” He whispered and nipped the tip of her pointed ear. She gasped, “But that means I would have to replay it now don’t I?”
Sahara whimpered. Her mind was rebelling but her body and her heart were urging her to move against him.
Ulfric pulled her leather pants down and took a step back to observe what he had uncovered. “Your body betrays you, Ice-Veins.” Sahara whimpered and shivered. She didn’t want it, not like this. She wanted flowers and candlelight, an Amulet of Mara, not this. She felt like Haelga from Riften except she wasn’t proud of what she was doing, of how her body was reacting. Wasn’t love supposed to be about two people walking side-by-side to the ends of the earth and through Oblivion? Wasn’t that what Vilkas meant when he had seen her wearing the Amulet of Mara a few months back? So why was it like this? Why didn’t Ulfric love her?
She heard his pants fall and she sucked in a breath. For the second time in less than twelve hours she felt his cock prodding her entrance. She expected him to shove it in quickly like the night before and was surprised when he took it slowly.
Adoration 3/?
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Sahara couldn’t meet his eyes the next day.
“Ice-Veins,” He nodded, “I want you to go to the Falkreath Stormcloak Camp to meet Galmar.”
“Yes, my Jarl.” Sahara muttered. Ulfric looked up and frowned at her.
“Ice-Veins.”
“My Jarl?”
“Look at me when I am talking to you.” He said coldly. He watched the flush rise to her cheeks as she nodded and looked up timidly. What the hell happened?
“Yes, my Jarl.” She swallowed audibly, “I should take my leave now.” She bowed and started walking towards the door. A blast of air shut the heavy door in front of her. She stared at it, shivering, slightly. She knew what he did, she had used the Voice countless times herself so she knew that he had used the Unrelenting Force. It didn’t hit her instead it was aimed to her side so she’d feel the brush of power as it shut the door. It was the Voice that killed Torygg.
“Do not turn your back to me, Dunmer.” He was suddenly behind her, holding her neck and pushing her against the door, “Now, what in Oblivion did you do?”
“What?” She gasped, “I didn’t do anything, my Jarl.”
“Then why will you not meet my eyes?” He growled in her ear, “Are you a spy?”
Didn’t they already talk about this? Sahara frowned, “No, my Jarl. We’ve already settled this last night.” Her cheeks burned at the memory of what they did, “I’m not a spy for the Legion, my Jarl.”
“Last night?” He sounded confused, “What happened last night?” He pressed her harder against the wood and she felt tears spring up from her eyes.
“You called me here.” She said, “And asked if I was a spy since I was the only Dunmer Stormcloak.” She felt his hard body through the Thieves’ Guild armor she chose to wear today and felt warmth pool in her stomach.
“And?”
“You asked what I was doing here and…and I said that I—I wanted to be close to you.” She shut her eyes, heat flooding her cheeks as she tried to hold back her tears. It was humiliating, having to go through this again.
“Really?” He loosened his hold on her, “And then?”
“My Jarl?” He didn’t expect her to say it, did he? She didn’t want to think of how callous and painful last night was. She always knew she would give up her virginity to him should he ask but he didn’t ask, at least, not really. Instead he just took what he wanted and he doesn’t even remember it the day after. Why? Was it really so unremarkable that he couldn’t be bothered to remember?
“Then what happened?” He tightened his hold on her again, “And do not think to lie to me, Dunmer or I will personally cut you down right here.”
Sahara made a soft sound. Why was he doing this? Before last night he was the epitome of the aloof nobleman and now he was…what was he being? “W-we,” She shuddered, “We…” She muttered the rest and he seemed to have understood. He released her abruptly before seizing her again and dragging her to the table.
“Like this?” He growled in her ear. He kicked her legs apart and pressed himself against her. She nodded frantically, “A pity I cannot remember.” He whispered and nipped the tip of her pointed ear. She gasped, “But that means I would have to replay it now don’t I?”
Sahara whimpered. Her mind was rebelling but her body and her heart were urging her to move against him.
Ulfric pulled her leather pants down and took a step back to observe what he had uncovered. “Your body betrays you, Ice-Veins.” Sahara whimpered and shivered. She didn’t want it, not like this. She wanted flowers and candlelight, an Amulet of Mara, not this. She felt like Haelga from Riften except she wasn’t proud of what she was doing, of how her body was reacting. Wasn’t love supposed to be about two people walking side-by-side to the ends of the earth and through Oblivion? Wasn’t that what Vilkas meant when he had seen her wearing the Amulet of Mara a few months back? So why was it like this? Why didn’t Ulfric love her?
She heard his pants fall and she sucked in a breath. For the second time in less than twelve hours she felt his cock prodding her entrance. She expected him to shove it in quickly like the night before and was surprised when he took it slowly.