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Never Our Tenderness (F!/DB Imperial/Ulfric Stormcloak) – 12e/14

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She bit her lip and hid her gasp in the warmth of his shoulder, feeling the shame of her desire for him, her thick-headed pride making her angry that he wanted to force her admission of it.

She felt the thick tip of his cockhead begin to push into her, hot and slick with the combined wetness of their desire.

“Is this forcing you? Is that what you want?”

She gasped as she felt him slide deeper into her, her body already stretching to accommodate the entry of his thick and blunt shaft. His fingers tightened almost painfully against her hips, as he lifted her easily, and then abruptly his cock was gone from her.

“Damn your pride to Oblivion, Ysmir! I will not give you the satisfaction. Why must you always put me in the role of one who forces my way? I know you want this…why do you….”

He bit off his words and shook her then, panting, his eyes hungry and angry and burning into her with the throes of agony that only she could understand. It hit her, hard and sudden, that this was not a shaming.

It was an asking.

Perhaps she had even hurt him in her accusations of force, and she knew that if she did not bend now she would only spite herself, and lose the end to her ache that only this man could fill.

“Ulfric…”

Just his name, in a pleading whisper, but he jerked against her at the sound of it, and she could not stop the tumultuous river of words.

“Husband, please, I am yours. This is what I want.”

The heat of him was at her core, ready for the taking. She rubbed herself against him, in an agony of aching, as she worked the robe off his shoulders and continued, “I want you to join with me. I have dreamt of not much else. You fill me, husband, and nothing else will sate me as the feel of your sex mated with mine.”

She lifted her hands to cup his face between her palms. “And all this you know well enough already, though you do fish for the telling of it.”

His lips lifted in a rueful smile. “I confess it, wife, the telling was worth the waiting.”

A hiss of pleasure then escaped from between his teeth as she positioned herself over him and slid down upon his length. She took him into her, slowly, savoring the way his girth left her feeling seared and stretched and full.

And when she settled herself fully upon him, she looked up to meet his gaze. His eyes were intent, full of desire and something softer. His arms tightened around her waist to bring her closer, and the movement caused his shaft to rub and twitch deep within her.