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Happy Holidays, fellow Kinkmemers! I have returned and have no reasonable excuse for my absence except LIFE. I will be working on updating the archives. If anyone sees anything amiss, please let me know.

I am also hoping to find another Mod and an Archivist.

The more dedicated people we have in this Meme the less chance of it dying. I admit that being the sole keeper of the Meme is not great for the fandom. If something were to happen to me, for good, this place would go the way of the Fallout Kink Meme. Let's not let that happen! If anyone would be interested in Modding/Archiving, please drop me a line. Thanks! <3

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He took a deep breath and slowly began inching his mouth down around Ulfric's cock, never once breaking eye contact with the much older Nord. The eye contact alone made Ulfric's balls contract, and he shuddered at the sudden warmth and pressure surrounding his member. He felt Arend's throat relax, and then, suddenly, he took the remaining inches in one quick swoop. Ulfric bucked upwards, not even attempting to stop himself; he knew by now that the boy could take it. And take it Arend did. The sudden, choking buck didn't even seem to phase him, and Ulfric realized that the entirety of his impressive length was buried in his talented throat. Ulfric groaned at the thought. The powerful, legendary Dragonborn, slayer of dragons and master of the Thu'um, on his knees before him, pleasuring him at his command. Ulfric was a man of power, and the idea of controlling such power was incredibly appealing.

But he didn't quite control the boy, now, did he? Despite all his efforts, Arend was little more than a willful, disobedient child most of the time. He did what he wanted, and could not be commanded to do otherwise. He claimed loyalty to neither side --in fact, Ulfric knew of at least one Imperial soldier the boy regularly bedded-- and refused to lay down his allegiance to either himself or to the Legion. Arend came to Ulfric because he wanted to, and no other reason, and that infuriated Ulfric. If only he could have the boy at his side. With the mighty Dragonborn at his command, the Imperial Legion would be at his mercy. He had heard the stories of his powerful Storm Call, and even his rumored ability to summon a dragon to his aid. Either Shout could be used to devastating effect on an opposing force, and could quickly end this damnable war, saving countless lives in the long run. However, every time he tried to point this out, the boy simply laughed and told him to fight his own battles.

Despite his current situation, Ulfric couldn't help the flash of anger and annoyance that flared suddenly, and he tightened his grip on Arend's hair, forcing the boy down. Arend tried to draw back, and when he was unable to do so, glared up at Ulfric in irritation. He didn't retaliate, however, by biting down or striking at him with his fists, so Ulfric knew he couldn't be too mad. Now sweating and desperate for release after the boy's prolonged teasing, the older Nord growled deeply, "Finish it."

He felt Arend snort, though whether in annoyance or amusement he couldn't tell. Then something was happening, and he no longer cared about anything. The boy's throat began to rumble, a deep, low sound emanating from its depths, and Ulfric realized Arend was using his Thu'um. For a moment he feared the boy meant to Shout him apart just as he himself was rumored to have done to High King Torygg, but then he quickly realized that, no, the boy was somehow using his Voice to pleasure him! And by Talos did it feel wonderful. Arend's entire mouth rumbled and vibrated around him, and Ulfric was no longer able to hold out. Gripping Arend's hair with both hands, he clenched his fingers around the boy's rusty locks and let out a long, drawn-out groan as he came hard, filling Arend's mouth and throat with his seed. In a surprising show of obedience, Arend swallowed every drop dutifully.

Dropping back limply, Ulfric released Arend's hair and closed his eyes momentarily as he basked in the afterglow of one hell of an orgasm. Arend sat up, rubbing his head where Ulfric had grabbed his hair and pouting a bit.

"For future reference, I don't like being forced to swallow," he said with a disdainful sniff. "It makes me feel like a cheap whore. Besides, I would have anyway, so you needn't have bothered."

Ulfric just chuckled and opened one eye. "What do you want, an apology?"

"We both know I'd be wasting my breath asking for on," replied Arend with a laugh, all trace of irritation gone. He then stood, brushed the dirt from his knees, and proceeded to climb in Ulfric's lap. He curled against the larger Nord and nuzzled his bristled chin with his nose.

"Give us a kiss, love," he whispered silkily, arching against Ulfric in a very cat-like manner.

"Not with where that mouth's been."

Arend rolled his eyes. "Always the romantic, aren't you?"

I have like half a page left to write on this, but I'm tapping out. It's after 4 am here @_@. Must. Go. Sleep...

So I'll post the last bit tomorrow (today?) after work. Also, I'm totally tempted to draw Arend. He'd be fun to sketch, since muscly men aren't really my forte, so OP might get a bonus! Peace out, lovies!

Awww, hurry up and finish it!

"Galmar will be back soon," said Ulfric, ignoring the boy's sarcastic remark. Giving a great, exaggerated sigh, Arend slid from Ulfric's lap and allowed the Jarl of Windhelm to tuck himself back in his trousers and straighten his mantle. Wordlessly, the boy wandered over to the great table and plucked a couple snowberries from a silver bowl. He popped them in his mouth, then put a hand on his hip and tilted his head at Ulfric.

"I suppose this means you'll be busy doing your war business for the rest of the night with Galmar, then?" he inquired blandly, though his lips turned out ever so slightly to show his annoyance. Ulfric shook his head.

"Not tonight. Even a king needs his rest, after all."

"Oh, really? Good," chirped Arend, brightening. He then turned and made for the door to the upper wings, calling back casually over his shoulder, "Whenever you're ready, then."

Ulfric blinked in surprise and confusion. "Where do you think you're going, boy?" he growled.

"Your bedchamber," answered Arend as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I expect a good, thorough fucking for pulling my hair like that. Quite rude, you know." Then he winked. "That is, if you're up to it, old man. Otherwise I'll have to go call on Ralof to take care of me. I do hope he hasn't left yet."

It was all Ulfric could do not to gape like a fish. What nerve! What cheek! Speaking to him like that! Him, Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm and future High King of Skyrim!

"That mouth of yours is going to get you into a lot of trouble, boy," he growled in warning.

"Really? Seems to me like my mouth is doing a pretty good job keeping me out of it," snorted Arend ironically. "You know, dragons and all."

"I'm serious, boy. Show some respect for your betters."

The lighthearted, playful defiance disappeared momentarily from Arend's face, to be replaced by something dark and cold that Ulfric didn't recognize on the perpetually carefree youth. Then it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, as if Ulfric had only imagined it.

"My apologies, my lord," simpered Arend, and the rebellious play was back in his voice. He bowed extravagantly, bending fully at the waist until his nose practically touched the ground and sweeping an invisible cap from his head as he oozed, "How foolish of me to behave in such a base, uncourtly manner, Your Highness. I am sorry to have offended your delicate sensibilities." As he gushed dramatically, Arend punctuated each statement with a flip of his hand or a cock of his hip. It was utterly ridiculous, and Ulfric knew full well he was being mocked --in his own throne room! Still, he couldn't help himself. Letting out a single bark of amusement, the Jarl of Windhelm shook his head.

"One of these days, boy, I'm going to bend you over my knee and teach you some manners."

Arend grinned and gave Ulfric a dangerous look. "I'll bring the switch if you bring the ropes."

"You're absolutely depraved, boy."

"And you wouldn't have it any other way," pointed out Arend, laughing as he disappeared up the stairs to Ulfric's chambers.

Talos help him, he was right, Ulfric had to admit to himself. The boy was absolutely infuriating. Arend was rude, crass, unpredictable, childish, and somehow, perversely, perfectly suited to Ulfric in every way. He was a stray cat. He could be coaxed with food and treats and scratches under the chin, but in the end, he would never belong to anyone but himself. Tomorrow morning, when Ulfric awoke in his bed, Arend might be there next to him, curled up beneath the thick furs of his bed with his fox-red hair poking out from its warmth, or he might be gone without a trace, and Ulfric would only be able to wonder and wait for the day when Arend would show up in his throne room once more, pawing for treats and fluttering those long lashes at him.

Letting out a long breath, Ulfric muttered peevishly, "Damn whelp…" before rising from his throne and following the path the errant youth had taken to the upper wings of the grand palace. Galmar could wait.

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Done! My brain is mush, but it's done! I even did the sketch like I said! :0 I'll post that and the tags for this tomorrow(ish). I hope you guys like Arend, 'cause I have big plans for him on this meme...

This is so very sexy. Oh yes. I like Arend :)

So do we get the fucking scene next? And Ralof *purr*?

Totally just remembered about that sketch I promised a month ago...

Here it is: http://i.imgur.com/2syopAh.jpg

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