“Follow me.” He said as he went up to the second floor. She frowned, was he going to bring her to his chambers? She followed him up but instead of his chambers he went inside hers. He had given her a room in the Palace a few months back when she had proven herself worthy to join the Stormcloaks but she rarely used it, “Shut the door.”
Sahara closed the door and waited. Ulfric sat on the large bed and stared at her, making her uncomfortable.
“Take off your armor.” He finally said and she looked up, surprised. He arched a brow.
“My Jarl?”
His eyes narrowed, “I do not like repeating myself, Bone-Breaker.” Sahara flushed and nodded, unbuckling her armor and wiggling out of them.
He was frowning and she realized that she has yet to clean out her wounds. She winced.
“How injured are you?” He asked, standing up and going to the washbasin. She stared at him, confused.
“I’ve had worse, my Jarl.” She said quietly.
“Ulfric.” He said simply, “I want you to call me Ulfric when it’s just the two of us.” Heat suffused her cheeks and she felt butterflies in her stomach. He wanted her to call him by his name?
“Ulfric.” She said, testing it out and finding that she liked the way it rolled out of her mouth. He walked towards her and started wiping the washcloth on her body. What was he doing? “M-my Jarl! U-Ulfric, I can do this myself.” She said, trying to take the rag from his hand. He arched a brow and frowned disapprovingly.
“I do what I want, Bone-Breaker and right now I want to explore.” He said and continued his slow exploration of her body. She felt embarrassed of her scars all of a sudden, both old and knew. She knew some of them were barely visible but to her they would always stand out in her gray skin. She’s seen the Nord women Ulfric normally slept with and they were beautiful. Their skins were pale and milky and their hips wide. Their breasts were large too and she felt a little sad that hers were a little on the small side.
Why was he being so attentive though?
Her question was answered moments later when he finished cleaning her. He pulled her across the room and pushed her to the bed gently. She knew what was going to happen then so she settled on her knees, her weight supported by her elbows.
“Hmm. I see you’re a fast learner.” He grumbled and shed his furs. She turned, catching a glimpse of him over her shoulder and her mouth watered at the sight of him. His shoulders were broad and he had numerous scars on his body. Torture scars. She shivered. His chest was wide and his hips trim. His pelvic bones were very defined and she bit her lip upon seeing his erect member. Seeing it in broad daylight made her realize just how big he actually was and she wondered briefly how he managed to fit into her.
Ulfric’s brow arched again and his lip quirked into an amused smile, “Done admiring, Bone-Breaker?” She flushed and turned to face forward again. He chuckled and knelt on the bed.
A!A: So, the smut will come in the next bit. Enjoy this little teaser!:P Goodnight!:)
Adoration 6/?
Sahara closed the door and waited. Ulfric sat on the large bed and stared at her, making her uncomfortable.
“Take off your armor.” He finally said and she looked up, surprised. He arched a brow.
“My Jarl?”
His eyes narrowed, “I do not like repeating myself, Bone-Breaker.” Sahara flushed and nodded, unbuckling her armor and wiggling out of them.
He was frowning and she realized that she has yet to clean out her wounds. She winced.
“How injured are you?” He asked, standing up and going to the washbasin. She stared at him, confused.
“I’ve had worse, my Jarl.” She said quietly.
“Ulfric.” He said simply, “I want you to call me Ulfric when it’s just the two of us.” Heat suffused her cheeks and she felt butterflies in her stomach. He wanted her to call him by his name?
“Ulfric.” She said, testing it out and finding that she liked the way it rolled out of her mouth. He walked towards her and started wiping the washcloth on her body. What was he doing? “M-my Jarl! U-Ulfric, I can do this myself.” She said, trying to take the rag from his hand. He arched a brow and frowned disapprovingly.
“I do what I want, Bone-Breaker and right now I want to explore.” He said and continued his slow exploration of her body. She felt embarrassed of her scars all of a sudden, both old and knew. She knew some of them were barely visible but to her they would always stand out in her gray skin. She’s seen the Nord women Ulfric normally slept with and they were beautiful. Their skins were pale and milky and their hips wide. Their breasts were large too and she felt a little sad that hers were a little on the small side.
Why was he being so attentive though?
Her question was answered moments later when he finished cleaning her. He pulled her across the room and pushed her to the bed gently. She knew what was going to happen then so she settled on her knees, her weight supported by her elbows.
“Hmm. I see you’re a fast learner.” He grumbled and shed his furs. She turned, catching a glimpse of him over her shoulder and her mouth watered at the sight of him. His shoulders were broad and he had numerous scars on his body. Torture scars. She shivered. His chest was wide and his hips trim. His pelvic bones were very defined and she bit her lip upon seeing his erect member. Seeing it in broad daylight made her realize just how big he actually was and she wondered briefly how he managed to fit into her.
Ulfric’s brow arched again and his lip quirked into an amused smile, “Done admiring, Bone-Breaker?” She flushed and turned to face forward again. He chuckled and knelt on the bed.
A!A: So, the smut will come in the next bit. Enjoy this little teaser!:P Goodnight!:)