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Never Our Tenderness (F!/DB Imperial/Ulfric Stormcloak) – 8e/?

[(Anonymous)]

Ulfric heard her sobs and groaned, unable to take his eyes off of the view he now had of his own thickened cock, advancing to spread her sheath wide, retreating with her flesh yet clinging to him.

Talos, she was so tight around him, even with this pretense of a true fucking he still felt the coil of pressure building in his loins. He focused his attention to her back, roving eyes tracing over the soft expanse of her skin, marred by scars here and there that proved her a soldier tried in battle.

Tried against him, but she had lost.

The rush of possessive heat he felt at that thought was almost his undoing, and so he gritted his teeth and fucked his cockhead against her internal, swelling spot of pleasure, rolled her hips against him with his hands even has she choked and trembled and gasped and clenched her thighs around his in her effort to find escape from the torment of agonizing pleasure, and he did not let up this grueling abrasion of his shaft against her walls until she came shuddering around him like the clenching of a vise, screaming his name in the throes of her release as if she were dying.

She rested limply against the table in the wake of her climax, and he pulled her back against his chest, still hard and unspent within her tight, spasming folds.

Her breath was labored, her chest heaving with the effort to regain her breath. Her head rolled back against his shoulder, and he enjoyed the way her words escaped so slurred and languid. “Lust does not lie, Nord, but neither does it last.”

He smiled at her refusal to give in completely, enjoying her relentless spirit. He buried his face in her neck, breathing in a heady combination of heat and spice and sweetness, not willing to give her body time to recover. He bit down, not breaking skin but hard enough to send her arching against him with a hiss of pleasure-pain, the sudden movement of her hips sending a flare of heat to rouse his groin to an unbearable pressure and furious lust.

The shell of her ear was next to earn the attention of his teeth, and he whispered against her, lied to her, knowing he was almost spent. “Then I shall make it last.”

He ran his hands up her shivering sides to cup her breasts, and she arched into that touch also, as if she had given up fighting her desire for him. He rolled her aching nipples between his fingers, already peaked for his touch. “I could spend happy time just on these.”

She gasped as he pinched her, as hard as he had bit her, yet still she found ways to protest. “You talk too much, Nord. I prefer the silence of our first joining.”

He smiled against her skin, moving his hands to trace down over her belly, enjoying the way she shuddered at his touch. “Ah, but my mouth had other things to keep it occupied, then.”

He traced his hands down to her mound, used his fingers to gently separate the wings of her sex, before rolling her swelling clit between his large, calloused thumbs.

Again, she shuddered around him, clenching harder than before, her hips twitching on his lap, and he let out a ragged groan.

“Here, little puppet. My mouth was here. Do you remember how my tongue felt as I licked you? I remember how sweet you tasted.”

She moaned as he stroked her, chasing his hands with her hips, the rolling motions causing her walls to rub and tug and clench with insistent pressure on his hardened shaft, and he could take no more of teasing and delay.