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Adoration 7/?

[(Anonymous)]

A!A: I just realized that I said Riverside instead of Riverwood *I've been playing Thief><* so yes. hehe. my bad. So~ Here is the next parts! (because of the stupid word limit I have to separate them)
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One hand spread her ass cheek and the other he used to guide his cock into her tight pussy. He was met with little resistance and Sahara shuddered, her head dropping to her arms as he pushed into her slowly. He spread her thighs wider as he tried to push his whole length and girth into her and she whimpered.

With one great thrust, he was seated balls deep into her heat and he groaned softly. “Talos,” He hissed, “Are all you elves this tight? Damn it, this is the third time and you’re just as tight as before.”

“Y-you don’t even remember the first,” She gasped and he slapped her right butt cheek. She yelped and felt the sting turn into heat. She clenched her inner muscles and he grunted before he started thrusting leisurely. She squirmed, trying to urge him to go faster.

“Seems you like that.” He said thoughtfully in a low voice. He caressed the red imprint of his hand on her gray skin before slapping her other cheek. She yelped again and he thrust hard, anticipating her tightening. He groaned and she buried her face in the pillows.

He let go of her ass and wrapped his hand around her long black hair and pulled, “Scream,” He whispered in her ear hoarsely, “I want to hear you scream.” He nipped the sensitive tip of her ear and she moaned, “That’s it, Dragonborn, louder, I want everyone to know what we’re doing up here.” His chest was pressed up against her back and he pounded into her faster and harder. His hand shot forward, settling next to hers in an attempt to stabilize them.

“Please,” She sobbed. Her pussy tightened around him and he growled, going even faster. The bed creaked and shook at the force of their fucking.

She was so close and she shuddered. Her fingers curled and clutched at the cool green blanket and she started rocking back in time with his hard thrusts. She was desperate for release. The heat in her stomach was coiled up tight, tense, waiting for that one push that would send her over the edge.

Ulfric’s fingers tightened and she felt her climax drawing closer, “No.” He growled sharply, “You will not cum until I tell you to.” He slowed his thrusts and she cried out desperately.

Sahara shuddered and sobbed, “Please,” Her pussy clenched and unclenched around him uncontrollably and he thrust once before stopping completely. His cock pulsed inside her, hard and hot and large but he wouldn’t move so she tried grinding her hips against hers. He cursed softly and released her hair. She gasped and her face landed in the pillows. He leaned back slightly, the friction frustrating and delicious at the same time.

“Don’t move.” He snarled and a sharp sound echoed as he slapped her butt cheek again. She moaned and shivered. He slapped her ass three more times before leaning over her again and whispering, “Beg.”

Sahara’s breath left her body. She’s never begged anyone for anything her entire life and here he was demanding that she beg him. He started thrusting again, slowly and shallowly and she trembled with need. “P-please,” She sobbed. Her eyes were shut and tears threatened to fall, “Please,”

“What do you want, Elf?” He whispered in his dark, seductive voice. Who would have thought that this was the real Ulfric? “Tell me,” He purred and thrust into her hard. She gasped.

Adoration 7.5/?

[(Anonymous)]

“I w-want—“ She gasped as he gave her another hard thrust, “I w-want t-to…” She moaned. His hand went around her waist and down to her clit. He pressed against it harshly and she yelped.

“Yes?” He alternated his strokes and it was driving her crazy, “What do you want?”

“I want to cum!” She sobbed, “Please Ulfric,” She shuddered as he rubbed her nub roughly, “Please!” He growled, satisfied and started pumping into her fast and hard. She gasped and he pushed her down, her face pressed against the pillows and her hands flailing, trying to grab onto something.

His hands were on her hips again and he spread her reddened cheeks apart as he pounded into her weeping, clenching pussy. His thrusts grew sloppier and he panted over her as his thrusts grew more erratic. His thrusts grew shallower, his cock barely leaving her pussy before thrusting back harder and harder. Her pussy tightened around his cock like a vice and he gave a long groan, his hips grinding against hers.

“Cum,” He hissed, “Cum now.” Sahara started shuddering and her pussy held his cock tightly, milking and urging it to give her more of his seed. She screamed his name and he shuddered, gasping and groaning as his cock pumped cum into her convulsing pussy.

After a few moments, their shuddering stopped and they both fought to catch their breath. Ulfric was still hard as a rock but instead of continuing like she thought he would, he pulled out. She was a little disappointed as she felt his seed trickling down her thigh. Her knees gave out long ago and without Ulfric’s support, she now lay sprawled on the bed, boneless.

Then she felt his fingers prod her asshole and she tensed. What was he doing? He’s not supposed touch that place was he? He rubbed her puckered hole and she shivered but before he could do anything more, there was a knock on the door. Ulfric growled and stood.

“My Jarl,” The soldier said through the door, “Galmar Stone-Fist has just arrived.”

Ulfric ran his fingers through his hair and sighed with frustration. He eyed his erection before looking at Sahara’s naked body. “Fine.” He hissed, “I will be down in a few.” He said loudly.

“Yes, my Jarl.” The soldier said through the door and his footsteps receded.

“We’ll finish this another time.” Ulfric said, his composure back.

He dressed quickly and tossed her armor at her before leaving. He didn’t even turn back to look at her.


A!A: Enjoy!:) hurts coming up in the next chappie:P

Adoration 8/?

[(Anonymous)]

Ulfric looked at Galmar stoically.

“What,” Galmar said, “Did I interrupt something?” He crossed his arms and smirked, “So you’ve resorted to doing bedding during the day?”

Ulfric grunted.

“Fine, fine, don’t tell me.” He shook his head, “Bone-Breaker did very good in Neugrad. We should take over the Reach soon before the Legion manages to pick up the pieces.”

“No,” Ulfric said calmly, “They will be expecting another attack. Many of our men are injured. We should wait for a month or two before we strike an attack in the Reach.”

“But their numbers are down right now,” Galmar argued, “And thanks to Bone-Breaker none of the men who went in Neugrad died.”

“Still the men need rest especially those who were imprisoned.” Ulfric shook his head and crossed his arms, “And Bone-Breaker was injured. I offered her Hjerim and I intend that she uses it to rest.”

Galmar’s eyes narrowed, “It’s not just any lass you’re bedding aren’t you? It’s Bone-Breaker!” When Ulfric didn’t say anything, he cursed, “What have you done?”

Ulfric’s brow lifted, “I have never tried an elf so I did.”

“But that’s the Dragonborn, not a common street whore.” Galmar gestured wildly, “And I like that lass. She’s quiet and a good fighter. You could have gotten some other elf anyhow. Who would be dumb enough to refuse the Jarl?”

“But she’s here which saves me the effort to look for someone in the streets. Talos knows the gray-skins aren’t very fond of me.”

“Nor you them.” Galmar scowled, “So why?”

Ulfric shrugged, “I wanted to see what the difference was. Anyway, it doesn’t matter who it was. They’re all the same to me.”

“But this girl is the last Dragonborn.” Galmar hissed, “The legend, the very soul of Skyrim’s history. By the Nines, she could even go to the Imperial City and claim the throne!”

“But she won’t,” Ulfric said in his no-nonsense voice, “But if she did then good for us.”

Galmar sighed with frustration, “Ulfric,”

“Don’t give me that tone, Galmar,” Ulfric sighed too, “I was curious and needed a way to relax and it just so happened that she was there.”

Galmar looked resigned, “The men are waiting in the Great Hall.” He said finally, changing the subject. Ulfric nodded and led the way out of the war room to meet his soldiers.
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Sahara leaned against the cold stone, wall. Ulfric’s words felt like a dagger straight through her heart and she held back a sob. She walked quietly back up the stairs to her room. It still smelled like sex and sweat and when she shut the door she leaned against it and let the tears fall.

It was stupid of her to think that Ulfric would at least care about her and think of her as something more than a quick roll in the hay. After all, he’s never bedded the same woman twice. But she was wrong. He didn’t think of her as anything other than a way to release tension and the fact that her body didn’t seem to mind that it was just being used made her feel dirty. She sobbed quietly. For twelve years she’s looked up to him, fantasized about him, imagined that one day he would look at her, smile and say, “You’re beautiful.” Instead, here she was, one of the women who was intimate with him but despite that she felt as though there was a great chasm between them and that she didn’t even stand a chance. She should’ve known that it was only curiosity and convenience that spurred him and yet she allowed herself to hope.

“It doesn’t matter who it is.” His words echoed in her head, “They’re all the same to me.” More tears spilled out and she hiccupped as she tried to drown the sound. He sounded so cold. Her bum still stung from when he slapped her and she had enjoyed it! What kind of dirty whore was she? What would her mother say? Shame, ugly and boiling rolled in her stomach and she suddenly felt sick. She stumbled up, grabbed a bucket and heaved but nothing came out. She slid to the floor again

The cold seeped through her armor and for once she didn’t care. Her body grew numb and the tears fell silently now. Slowly, the pain in her heart disappeared and she felt numb. Her dreams of a future, of at least being friends with her Jarl were shattered. She knew he wasn’t very fond of the Dunmers but he tolerated them, allowed them to own businesses and live in Windhelm, so why couldn’t he have at least cared?

Re: Adoration 8/?

[(Anonymous)]

A!A here! I'm not sure if this is angsty/hurty enough:( I haven't done much sad, dramatic scenes but I hope this is acceptable! The story is almost at its turning point I think and I can't wait for it to be completed:P

Re: Adoration 8/?

[(Anonymous)]

I liked it, the anguish was good! the part of speech between Ulfric and Galmar perfect! I need more ... I'll be waiting for you in the bunk!

Re: Adoration 8/?

[(Anonymous)]

Argh! Ulfric this time it was really brutal! Galmar did not expect that Ulfric used the DB as an ordinary woman!

Re: Adoration 8/?

[(Anonymous)]

It was painful! Poor girl!

Adoration 9/?

[(Anonymous)]

A!A: Hi hi! No smut in this chappie. More hurts and drama on both sides:)
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Something was wrong. Ulfric knew the moment he saw her. She was more subdued than normal and stuck close to the walls. She wouldn’t meet anyone’s eyes and she had a defeated look to her, something that is not often seen in the Dragonborn.

And the Captain noticed.

Ralof approached Sahara and Ulfric frowned when she smiled and accepted his embrace. Were the two a couple? It didn’t sit well with him that he was bedding her while she was in a relationship. For one thing he didn’t like to share. Galmar had been giving him a dirty look the whole time. Did he know something he didn’t?

He found himself seeking out Galmar who was well on his way to getting drunk. “Is there something you’re not telling me?” He eyed Sahara and Ralof as they slipped out of the Palace like thieves.

“Ralof is sweet on that lass.” Galmar said with a shrug, “Close as they can be those two.”

Ulfric narrowed his eyes as a foreign feeling entered his body and settled in his stomach. It was an ugly feeling, heavy and churning. Was he getting sick?
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“Sahara,” Ralof said. They had gone back to Hjerim to look at the improvements in her new house. She offered him mead and he accepted. She wanted peace and Ralof was always there for her, shielding her and listening to her, “What happened?”

She shook her head and drank from her tankard. “I’m just tired, Ralof, really.” She smiled weakly and he gave her a droll look.

“You expect me to believe that?”

She sighed, “It’s…personal.”

Ralof sighed too and scrubbed his face with a large hand, “It’s Ulfric isn’t it?” She looked at him, surprised and he smiled weakly, “Love, I know how much you adore Ulfric. I knew the moment I saw you in that cart that I didn’t have a chance.” She started tearing up, “The way you looked at him when you realized that it was him sitting right there,” He shrugged, “I didn’t stand a chance.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” She asked softly, her eyes bright with unshed tears.

He shrugged, “I didn’t want to get rejected.” He drank from his tankard, “Besides, I am content at being your best man.” He grinned and she gave him a watery smile. He sighed, still smiling, “Come here,” He opened his arms and she leaped into them before bursting into tears.

Sahara curled up on his lap and held him tightly as he rubbed her back. “Why,” She sobbed, “Why couldn’t it have been you?”

She felt rather than heard his sigh.
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“Jealousy doesn’t become you, old friend.” Galmar slurred slightly. It took a lot for Galmar to be drunk but judging by the number of empty bottles around him he had had enough.

“I am not jealous,” Ulfric snapped, scowling.

“Then why are you pacing?” Galmar looked amused so Ulfric stopped, “You could admit that you are.”

“I am not.” Ulfric growled, “I do not like it when others take what’s mine.”

“Oh?” Galmar arched a brow and crossed his arms, “So when did the lass become yours?”

“For the moment she is.” Ulfric gritted out.

“Until you tire of her.” Galmar said bluntly, “Or she dies in battle.”

Ulfric’s jaw tightened. The Palace doors opened and then closed. It was Ralof and he was alone. Ulfric narrowed his eyes. The Captain looked weary. He trudged through the Great Hall and bowed to Ulfric.

“Jarl Ulfric,” He said before straightening and entering the war room on his way up to the quarters.

Ulfric followed him silently and closed the door behind him, leaving Galmar in the Hall.

Adoration 10/?

[(Anonymous)]

Ulfric grabbed his Captain’s shoulder, turned him and slammed him against the wall. “Where is she?” He demanded.

Ralof looked at him, surprised. Ulfric was slightly taller than him so he had to look up slightly, “Home.” He said simply, confused, “She was tired.”

Ulfric’s eyes narrowed, “You brought her home four hours ago.”

Ralof shrugged, “Sahara and I always have a couple of drinks and talk so I don’t see what’s wrong.” He arched a brow, “What’s the matter, Jarl Ulfric? Why are you taking an interest in my girl all of a sudden?” Ulfric growled and released him. Ralof winced when his head banged against the rough stone.

Ulfric prided himself in being calm and collected but it seemed tonight he was too on edge to control himself. Ralof hasn’t moved and instead looked at him blankly.

“She adores you, you know.” Ralof finally said.

“So she told you.” He ground his teeth together.

“Not everything.” Ralof shrugged, “But I can read between the lines.”

“Are you going to scold me too?” Ulfric sneered.

Ralof sighed and shook his head, “I’m a Stormcloak, my Jarl, loyal to you and your cause. I’m also Sahara’s best friend and I know for a fact that you will break her and I’ll be there to help pick up the pieces. I cannot stop her, nor can I, you, but I hope, for her sake, that you treat her better seeing as how you aren’t very fond of elves.” With that, he bowed and continued up the stone steps.

Ulfric was not pleased by what the Captain had said. He wasn’t treating her any differently from his other soldiers. In fact, he gave her more rewards than the men because she was a woman and the Dragonborn.

But she was also a Dunmer.

What possessed him to bed a Dunmer? He was content with bedding Nord women but an elf? Was it because she was powerful, capable of things that even he cannot do? Did he actually want to control her, put her below him because she threatened him? He frowned. He wasn’t that vain, was he?
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Sahara overslept. She distinctly remember Ralof holding her and tucking her into bed before curling up next to her but when she woke, he wasn’t there. The two of them sharing a bed wasn’t anything new. They often did it to preserve heat, well, mostly him doing it so she wouldn’t freeze to death. She wondered, now that his feelings had seen the light of day, if it would be different between them. She hoped not. She loved Ralof but not in that way. He was like her brother, her mentor and pillar of support. He was her rock.

She stretched and noticed that she was in her nightdress. She didn’t remember changing. Ralof must have done that before he slipped away. She sighed morosely. She didn’t want to get out of bed but she knew she must. Ulfric would be telling them the next stage in the war. So, she stood and dressed, choosing a warm velvet dress that picked up in Solitude since it wasn’t like she was going to battle. Her cuts and bruises were healing nicely, a few more days and she’ll be as good as new. Then she can go off to Dawnstar and Riften to see her ragtag family. She smiled at the thought of the Guild and the Brotherhood.

She slipped into the Palace quietly and entered the war room where Galmar and Ralof were waiting. She didn’t understand why she had to be there as well since technically she reported to Galmar and Ralof. He always did treat her differently.

Ulfric came even later than her. He looked tired and angry.

“A month. We’re giving them a month, make them think our numbers were cut down and relax.” He said. His voice was entrancing, “Galmar, bring soldiers ahead to the camp in the Reach.” Galmar grunted and nodded, “Start scouting the area. Ralof, rally the troops but make sure the Legion doesn’t notice anything. The soldiers who weren’t injured will go to the camp slowly, in civilian clothing.”

“Yes, Jarl Ulfric.” Ralof said. He met Sahara’s eyes and smiled. She smiled back.

“Bone-Breaker.” The tension in the room soared and Sahara looked up. Ulfric had an indiscernible look in his pale blue eyes, “How are your wounds?”

Sahara frowned, “Healing quite nicely, my Jarl.” She said, “They will be gone in a few days.” Ulfric nodded.

“Once Galmar sends word that the troops are ready, you will go meet them.” Ulfric told her and she nodded.

“Yes, my Jarl.”

Re: Adoration 10/?

[(Anonymous)]

A!A here! Smut in next chapter;D This is the first time Ulfric's seen Sahara in a dress:) stay tuned~ I'm feeling bad for Ralof. I don't see enough Ralof love in this kinkmeme (or I'm not looking hard enough?) Hope you enjoy! (even though there's no smut)

Re: Adoration 10/?

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you AA for your wonderful fill. I am really enjoying your work. I also love how fast you are updating. Many of the fills I start out enjoying get updated so slowly I lose interest. So thank you again you are doing awesome.

Adoration 11/?

[(Anonymous)]

hi OPs! I try to update as fast as possible most especially if there's a comment already:P so, here's smut as promised!
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“Bone-Breaker, stay.” Ulfric called once he had dismissed Ralof and Galmar. Ralof and Sahara shared a look before he shook his head and left.

“My Jarl?” She didn’t look up to meet his eyes and he growled with displeasure.

“Did I not tell you to look at me when I am speaking?” He snarled. She winced and looked up, frightened.

“Yes, my Jarl.” She said, fidgeting with the sleeve of her dress.

“Now, tell me,” He stalked closer to her and shut the door behind her once they were only a hairsbreadth away. She swallowed audibly and took a step back, “Are you bedding my army’s captain?”

Sahara blinked, “Ralof?” His eyes narrowed at how intimate it sounded. She flushed and shook her head furiously, “N-no, my Jarl. Ralof and I are just good friends.”

“Really?” He leaned closer, “I do not like to share.” She stiffened, “Since he is merely your friend, does that mean that you wore this dress for me?” He fingered the low neckline, “Because it has been driving me mad these last hour and a half.” His hand flew to her hair and pulled so she was looking up to meet his eyes, “Well?”

Sahara shook her head slightly, “I wasn’t p-planning on doing anything today,” She said quietly, “No battle.”

“So you decide to wear a dress.” His eyes flicked down. In this angle he could see more of the soft swell of her breasts.

“Y-yes, my Jarl.” She swallowed again, feeling herself getting lost in his eyes. At the back of her mind she knew he was just using her but her heart and body wouldn’t listen. She was setting herself up to get hurt and her body was loving it.

“Hm.” His look was shuttered, thoughtful, and more than a little calculating. She shrunk back, slightly afraid of what he was planning, “Go upstairs to my chambers. You’ll find a black strip of cloth on the bed and I want you to tie it over your eyes and wait for me.”

Sahara stiffened. She knew she should leave and never look back. Maybe she should even go ahead and run after Alduin and be done with this World-Eater business. However, before she could make up her mind, she found herself walking up the stone steps as she made her way to his chambers.

True enough there was a blindfold on the bed. She wasn’t sure if she should strip off of her dress or not. She chose not to and instead simply tied the blindfold over her ruby eyes and stood near the bed, waiting.

It seemed like ages before the door creaked open and then closed. She heard his silent footsteps and smelled his musky, earthy scent. Ulfric. There was nobody else for her and she fought a wave of tears that threatened to escape. Why did it have to be him?

He looked so big and imposing and princely when he had first arrived that she just couldn’t help but fall for him. She felt him circling her before he dragged her to the bed. Automatically she went on her hands and knees. He pushed the skirt of her dress up and tore her smalls before rising up again.

“Don’t move.” He said in rough voice. She shivered. He was power personified. She heard the chinking of bottles and the sound of one being uncorked. Then he moved back behind her and poured something warm and oily on her behind. She tensed, knowing what it was that he was planning. “Relax,” He crooned and started massaging her butt cheeks before making his way to her puckered hole. His thick finger wiggled in and she gasped at the uncomfortable feeling. He started pumping his finger slowly, the warm oil seeping in and miraculously she started to relax. Heat shot straight to her pussy and she grew wetter with each thrust of his finger. His other hand found its way to her pussy and he groaned.

“Talos,” He said, “Naughty wench, feel how wet you are?” He rubbed her pussy roughly, hard enough to tease but not satisfy. She moaned and ground her pussy against his hand as she tried to push his fingers in her. The blindfold made her senses sharper. She could smell her own arousal and his. She could almost imagine the pearlescent liquid that was coming out of the sensitive slit on the head of her cock. His fingers kept pumping and probing before he pulled away abruptly. She moaned.

Adoration 11.5/?

[(Anonymous)]

Then she heard the heavy furs around his shoulders fall. He didn’t undress fully, instead he lowered his breeches and knelt behind her. His fingers were back in her asshole, this time with two as he tried to stretch her out. His cock pressed against her pussy and without warning he thrust roughly. She screamed and clenched around him as he started pounding into her mercilessly.

Sahara fought to hold on to the covers as he thrust into her hard and fast. His fingers were still in her ass and she mewled his other hand reached underneath her to rub furiously against her engorged clit. “Ulfric,” She half-screamed and this seemed to urge him to go harder, “Oh Talos,” She sobbed and clutched at the silk covers. She knew that by the end of the day, the sheets would be ruined beyond repair.

Ulfric growled and thrust into her hard before shuddering and grinding his hips against hers as he came quickly. She shuddered under him but didn’t climax yet. He pulled out, still hard, before flipping her on her back. She gasped. This was the first time they would be making love face-to-face and she can’t even see his face. She reached up to take off the blindfold.

“Do not!” He snarled, “Don’t take it off.” She shivered and nodded before dropping her hand. He hauled up her legs roughly, pushing them apart. Her pussy was exposed obscenely and she tried to close her legs but he held them apart. He shifted and she tensed when she felt his cock prodding her back entrance. He went in slowly, stretching her out and letting her get used to his girth in her ass. She whimpered in pain so he pulled out and poured the warm oil over his cock. He wrapped his hand around himself and rubbed the oil in as it mixed with the juices and seed that remained on his cock. Then, he tried pushing in her again. Once he got past the tight ring of her anus, he started thrusting.

Sahara had never felt anything like it. It wasn’t too painful. Neither was it unpleasant. In fact, the more he thrust and rubbed, the more pleasurable it felt. Soon she was moaning loudly as thrust harder. Her pussy felt empty and, as though he read her mind, his fingers were suddenly there, pumping in and out of her mercilessly. He pumped his fingers in time with his cock so she had no choice but to just ride it out. She arched and screamed as her climax tore through her suddenly. Her pussy clenched around his fingers and her ass tightened almost painfully around his cock, tearing his own climax from him. He gasped and groaned loudly as he spilled his seed deep inside her.

Sahara flopped to the bed, exhausted. Ulfric pulled his softening cock out of her and fell next to her. They were both sweaty and panting. She took off the blindfold and looked up the banisters. He seemed content with the silence.

A few minutes later he stood and pulled her up. Surprised, she allowed him. He fretted over her dress and hair and sighed before telling her that it was no use trying to fix her.

“You should go rest.” He said, his tone cool. He had tucked himself securely back in his pants, “The sheets in your room have been changed. Go.”

Sahara stared at him, stunned. He was sending her away, just like that? She nodded weakly, paling, before turning around and running out of the room before the other soldiers see her.
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that's all for tonight! enjoy<3

Adoration 12/?

[(Anonymous)]

What did she expect? Sahara brushed away the tears as she tried to sleep. After awhile she gave up and sighed. She should go see her family, they were sure to be missing her, especially Cicero. He was rather fond of Cicero despite his weirdness and he knew the Night Mother would have something for her. After all, she’s been gone for quite a while now, running around for Ulfric. She slipped out of her room and made her way downstairs, grateful that Ulfric wasn’t in the war room. She informed Jorleif of her departure in the event that Ulfric looks for her, which she doubts, and made her way to Hjerim.

She had changed to her Shrouded Armor. The hood gave her some semblance of privacy. People are very scared of the Brotherhood but they don’t know about the unique armor unlike the Thieves’ Guild whose armor is very telling, especially to the guards. She summoned Lucien Lachance and stalked out into the cold.

"Windhelm. White as bone, and cold as the Void.” Lucien commented as he followed Sahara to the gates. She preferred having Lucien around whenever she traveled instead of a companion since Lucien was already dead and can be summoned again and again.

They were silent save for a few comments here and there about Lucien’s past as they made their way to Dawnstar. She found out long ago that he had a protégé that was a hero just like her, how he had favored him or her. He never really specified the gender. Once they reached Dawnstar, they made their way into the new Sanctuary. She smiled as she felt the thick air close around them like an embrace.

"Dreary, dank, and dimly lit. Truly a Sanctuary to call home." Lucien said and Sahara had to agree.

“I’m home,” She called out, hearing the excited squeal of a jester and the frustrated grunt of a Redguard.
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“Where is she?” Ulfric demanded as he stormed down the stairs. His soldiers shied away from him, the cowards. He had fallen asleep and when he went to check in her bedroom, it was cold and empty, signifying that she has been gone for a long time. For a moment he was afraid that she had run away and betrayed him for the Legion but he knew she wouldn’t do that, not really. She followed through with her promises, that much he knew.

“Sir?” Jorleif looked at him blankly.

“The elf.” He said through gritted teeth, “Sahara.” It was the first time he said her name out loud and it sent a shiver down his spine. Odd.

“She has informed me that she was going to Dawnstar to visit with her family.” The steward said. Ulfric narrowed his eyes.

“What family?” He growled, “She grew up here, in the Gray Quarter.”

Jorleif cocked his head sideways and frowned, “Don’t you know, sir?”

His anger suddenly drained from him and was replaced by suspicion. Did she have her own family? Children? A husband? He never asked and he had seen how the Dunmers in the Quarter are, how open they are with their bodies.

“Know what?” Jorleif looked indecisive. Ulfric had never seen his steward hesitant before.

“Not here, my Jarl.” Jorleif said, gesturing to the war room. What was so important that it had to be said in the war room? But Jorleif didn’t stop at the war room. He went all the way up to Ulfric’s chambers, frowning slightly at the messed up bed, before shutting the door.

“Well?” Ulfric crossed his arms and tapped his foot.

“Well you see, my Jarl.” Jorleif swallowed audibly, “The Dragonborn is widely known in Skyrim. She is the Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold,” Ulfric’s brow quirked upward, “The Harbinger of the Companions,” Ulfric motioned for him to continue, “The Champion of all the Daedric Princes,” Both of Ulfric’s brows shot up at this, “The Guildmaster of the Thieves’ Guild,” Jorleif’s voice was increasingly getting softer and softer, “And the Listener to the Dark Brotherhood.” He swallowed and whet his lips, “My Jarl, she was the one who had killed Emperor Titus Mede.”

(I CUT THIS IN HALF CUZ OF THE STUPID WORD LIMIT:( )

Adoration 12.5-13/?

[(Anonymous)]

Ulfric was surprised. Not a lot of things surprise him but this was just…too much. He had no idea just how powerful the little Dunmer was. “And you know this how?”

“Stewards know everything, my Jarl.” Jorleif said, “And…well, I asked.”

“You what?” Ulfric gaped at him.

“I asked Miss Sahara if she was the Guildmaster of the Thieves’ Guild since I heard Maven Blackbriar speak to her when she had visited.” Jorleif shrugged, “Then I asked if she was affiliated with the Dark Brotherhood. She was with that ghost of hers and I heard him call her his ‘Listener’. So, I researched and found out that the Listener is the most important person in the Dark Brotherhood since he is the only one who can communicate with their Night Mother.”

Ulfric mulled over this new information. What else was she hiding from him? She did a wonderful job of categorizing herself, making sure that her different titles never overlap one another. How can somebody so sweet and heroic as the Dragonborn be as merciless and cold as the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood?
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Sahara had gone on missions for Nazir and the Night Mother, effectively shutting down her emotions. She didn’t want to feel at the moment, not when her life seems to be crashing down around her. Killing and thieving were her only outlets of release, of feeling that she did something good despite it being inherently bad. It wasn’t her fault that she was the Listener, in fact, from what she understands, the Dread Father had chosen her the moment she was conceived in her mother’s womb.

And Thieves’ Guild? That was just a matter of circumstance. Still, the Brotherhood and the Guild had been there for her, giving her the respect that she had craved willingly and not judging her for the things that she does. They didn’t care that she was a gray-skin, didn’t see that she was a filthy urchin that ran in the back streets of Windhelm and fought other kids. They didn’t even mind that she was the Arch-Mage and the Harbinger. The Companions, if they find out that she was the Guildmaster and the Listener, would certainly attack her.

It was them that showed her the real meaning of respect and family.

“Happy hunting,” Nazir said. Sahara waved.

“I want potage when I come home in a few hours.”

“Yes, dear,” Nazir said sarcastically, “Don’t worry though, I won’t make it like how you do.”

Sahara felt happier than she did a few hours ago. She could almost forget what she has done and how trampled her heart felt thanks to Ulfric.

She sighed as she trudged through the snow. Ulfric Stormcloak. He was such an enigma to her. Why couldn’t she stop herself from loving him? From wanting to try to figure him out and be the woman to soothe his demons? She was the Dragonborn, damn it, Skyrim is her home too. Why can’t he see past her gray skin to the woman inside her? The woman who had the heart of a Nord, who loved Skyrim as much as he did?

Why can’t he see the woman who’s risking her life to save Skyrim and the world from Alduin? She was so deep in thought that she didn’t hear Lucien shout. When she turned, it was too late, the dragon had her in his jaws, his teeth digging in her rib. She screamed and jabbed her fist into its large eye. It released her and she gave a loud Shout. The earth trembled and the dragon bowed its head to her. Then, she fell into the blackness.

Re: Adoration 12.5-13/?

[(Anonymous)]

A!A here:) So I'm writing the next part as we speak and will post it in a bit XD I'm warning you though that it's going to have a dark turn and I'm not sure if all of you are comfortable with it. As it is, this fill is supposed to be full of angst and miserableness but don't worry! It'll all be better in the end:P happy ever after and all that jazz. Also, I'd like to say that the climax and end is near (I really enjoyed writing this) and I love the people who waited patiently for each 4300 fill:) so yes:P >:D<

Adoration 14/?

[(Anonymous)]

Weeks. She has been gone for weeks. Ulfric paced. He needed her in the Reach. The attack would take place in just an hour but she still hasn’t reported to him. Their victory would rely heavily on her, where in Oblivion was she?

Not to mention the uncomfortable fact that he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about her nor his body from craving her. She was the Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold. Did she cast a spell on him? He scowled, growing angry at the thought.

He paced the hall, waiting, tensed. If Galmar called off the attack, he would have been notified immediately. He’s been walking, pacing for hours, or was it minutes? Why wasn’t there any news? The soldiers he posted in the Palace were wary of him and his deteriorating moods, even Jorleif had chosen to keep quiet. The double doors opened loudly and he turned sharply.

Walking towards him, obviously exhausted, was none other than Sahara. His blood boiled, not at her exactly but at what she was wearing. The furs that wrapped around her body showing tantalizing amounts of skin and the headdress was what got to him. If there is one thing that he despised more than the Legion, it would be the Forsworn.

He stomped towards her and grabbed her arm, not noticing her wince as he dragged her to the war room before shutting the door.

“Don’t tell me you’ve joined the Forsworn now too, Listener.” He hissed, “Or is it Guildmaster?” Sahara stiffened, “Or should I call you Arch-Mage instead?” He spat, “It sounds more respectable don’t you think?”

“I did what must be done, Jarl Ulfric.” Sahara gritted out, her ruby eyes glinting like freshly spilt blood, “I came to report that the Reach has been liberated successfully.”

“And you became a Forsworn in the process?” He snapped.

“I did what had to be done!” Sahara snapped back, “I was arrested in Markarth and I didn’t even know what I did!”

“Maybe it’s all the thieving and murdering,” Ulfric sneered and crossed his arms. Sahara ignored him.

“They threw me in Cidhna Mine and nobody escapes Cidhna Mine so I had to join forces with Madanach. We planned our escape through the night and escaped in the early morning just so I can help take over Fort Sungrad for you!” She was shouting now, “I helped Madanach so I can help install you to the Seat of the High King! Why can’t you see that?”

Adoration 15/?

[(Anonymous)]

Hey! The next few will revolve around Ulfric since Sahara totally shut down on him. So it's ending soon (like really soon) so yes. Enjoy!
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“Sahara…” Ulfric breathed, shell-shocked. He took a step toward her, intending to apologize but she stood, gracefully and coolly.

“My Jarl,” She bowed, “I should be on my way.” She brushed past him and he stared at her, tense and disgusted with himself. After awhile he managed to unfreeze himself and run after her but she was gone. He scrubbed his face with his hand in frustration. What had he done?

Days turned to weeks as Ulfric tried again and again to corner her and apologize, heck, he would even grovel and beg for her forgiveness but every time he tried she would pull down her pants and bend over, effectively cutting off all his intentions of apologizing and every time they finished she would pull up her pants, bow and leave him cold, dissatisfied and ashamed of himself.

He wasn’t the only one who had noticed the change in her. Galmar had been glaring at him and Ralof, despite trying to hide it, exuded so much hate that it surprised him that the captain didn’t just go up to him while he slept to off him. Snow-Hammer, as Sahara was now called, had successfully intercepted a Legion courier and they were now taking over Fort Snowhawk. He wasn’t very worried seeing as there weren’t that many Legionnaires in the Fort at the moment. Soon he would issue an attack to Fort Hraggstad and finally, Solitude. He intended to join his soldiers in Solitude and if all goes to plan, he would force Elisif to swear allegiance to him.

Months ago he would have forced Elisif into the position of High Queen seeing as she was groomed to be the High Queen the moment she had been chosen to marry Torygg but times have changed. He couldn’t see the beautiful Nord as the High Queen, not anymore. What he saw in his mind and dreams was a little alarming but not quite shocking as he knew at the back of his mind that he was feeling something for the little Dunmer that had been tormenting his thoughts day and night. It scared him, made him realize that all his life he had thought the Dunmer as something just a little higher than animals, lower than them, with no lives or feelings, just beings that lived in a section of his city.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Ulfric sighed and waited. He’d been doing a lot of waiting lately. He planned to have his soldiers attack Hraggstad in a week’s time, to shuffle things up, so the Legion wouldn’t expect them. He heard the massive doors open and close but he didn’t move from his throne. He watched Sahara sashay into view in her Stormcloak armor. Ever since that Forsworn incident she never wore anything other than the Stormcloak armor in front of him. He never thought he’d miss the admittedly sexy armor.

“Snowhawk is ours, my Jarl.” She said coolly, bowing.

“I didn’t think otherwise, Stormblade.” Ulfric grumbled, eyeing his best warrior, “Rest. In a week’s time you’re going to see Galmar in the Stormcloak camp in Haafingar.”

“Yes, my Jarl.” She hesitated, glancing nervously at the war room, “Am I dismissed, my Jarl?”

“Yes,” Ulfric grunted and watched her leave when all he wanted to do was to fuck her to Oblivion. Of course, she wouldn’t like that and he wanted to make amends to her before he does that.

What was wrong with him?

He never realized how cold his throne was.

Adoration 16/?

[(Anonymous)]

Ulfric was again pacing. He was confident that they will take Hraggstad. It was an easy attack, just his soldiers rushing in to neutralize the Legionnaires and greatly reducing their numbers for the impending attack on Solitude.

He wasn’t sure why he was nervous though. He paced and waited for hours. News would come in the form of a certain Dunmer. Was she the reason that he was as nervous as a boy bedding his first woman?

The doors creaked open and Sahara stalked in. Her armor was ripped and she was bloody in places but the injuries were minor, nothing a spell wouldn’t cure. It didn’t sit well with him that she was the Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold. He never was one for the magic users.

“Hraggstad is ours, my Jarl.” Sahara said, bowing. Ulfric nodded.

“And the men?”

“Not too injured.” She said, “Give a few days of rest and we’ll be good as new.”

“Good.” Ulfric said, “We storm Solitude at week’s end.”

“Yes, my Jarl.” Sahara said and turning to leave.

“Did I say you were dismissed?” Ulfric asked coldly. Sahara stiffened and made her way back in front of his throne. She was tense and didn’t meet his eyes, “What did I say about where you’re looking at while I am speaking?”

She lifted her eyes hesitantly. Her crimson eyes were bloodshot but blank. This was the eyes of the Listener, the eyes that the dying see just as their soul leaves them. He had put it there in his arrogance and he wanted to make amends.

“Follow.” He said snappily, stalking past the war room and up to his chambers. Sahara closed the door and hesitated before starting to undress, “Stop.” He snarled, not wanting the distraction. She froze and fixed her clothes once more.

“My Jarl?” She cocked her head sideways.

“Ulfric,” He ground out and she bowed her head.

“Ulfric,” She murmured, shivering slightly. So he did still affect her. He sighed and walked towards her.

“Sahara.” She shivered again as his velvet voice seduced her, “About the Forsworn,” She stiffened, she knew this was coming.

“I know where Madanach hides, my Jarl. I can kill him for you if that is what you wish.” Sahara said though she didn’t want to. The old coot reminded her of Galmar.

Adoration 17/?

[(Anonymous)]

hi guys! I'm so happy that you guys liked it! This fill is again cut into two (or three? I'm not quite sure) Have fun!
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It wasn’t often that Ulfric ventured out of his Palace but this time he insisted on escorting Sahara home to Hjerim. She was embarrassed by her show of tears and slightly aghast at her ruining of his tunic. He shrugged and changed right in front of her, making her mouth water.

Then he offered to bring her home. He was genuinely curious as to what the inside of the cursed house looked like now and he didn’t want any interruptions to what he was planning.

Sahara led the way, conscious of the man walking closely behind her. As always, the hearth was lit. “Stew?” She asked nervously as he invited himself in.

“As long as it’s not Potage le Magnifique I wouldn’t mind.” Ulfric said with amusement. Sahara flushed and she bustled in the kitchen, stirring the cooking pot.

“It’s beef stew,” She said. She ladled the hearty stew into two wooden bowls and brought it out. They ate silently. The act of eating seemed so domestic and different from their usual interactions but it was a nice change of pace.

“Tell me about you,” Ulfric finally said. He finished his stew and poured mead for the both of them.

Sahara frowned, “What do you want to know, my Jarl?” Ulfric arched a brow, “Ulfric.” She flushed.

Ulfric shrugged, “Anything, everything.”

“Well,” Sahara frowned and thought about what to tell him, “I grew up here, in Windhelm. My mother was a shopkeeper and I used to help her sell her wares. When she grew ill I couldn’t take care of her and maintain the shop so I had to close it down but that’s fine.” She shrugged, “I did odd jobs, little chores and errands for people all around Skyrim so I could buy my mother medication.” She bit her lip before saying, “She died just as I found out that I was Dragonborn.”

“She must be proud of you.” Ulfric said softly.

Sahara chuckled, “I hope so. I was such a problematic child.” She sighed, “I never got along with the other Dunmer kids and their parents usually told them to stay away from me. Apparently you weren’t a popular choice with the Dunmers.”

“My fault,” Ulfric said and sighed, “I suppose I never really thought about what my actions.”

“Nonsense,” Sahara said, “We all know you should be High King.”

“I like the confidence.” Ulfric chuckled, “And the Thieves’ Guild and the Dark Brotherhood?”

Sahara bit her lip, wondering if she should tell him the truth. Eventually she decided that she might as well trust her lover. “Well, the Guild was just a happenstance. I was walking to Riften and I met my…erm, recruiter I suppose. It got me curious so I joined.” She shrugged, “Through a series of circumstances I ended up the Guildmaster.” She shrugged, “The Brotherhood on the other hand I joined willingly.” Ulfric arched his brow, “Aventus,”

“The Aretino boy?” He frowned. Wasn’t he sent to Riften?

“Yes, him. He performed the Black Sacrament and I arrived. He assumed I was with the Brotherhood and enlisted me to kill Grelod the Kind.” She laughed quietly, almost embarrassed, “I had nothing to live for so why not? I went to Riften and shot her. When I woke up I was in an abandoned house with this woman…” She sighed, remembering Astrid’s betrayal, “She was the leader of the Brotherhood but she betrayed us to the Penitus Oculatus.” She sighed, “It was a terrible loss of good family.”

Ulfric nodded, “I’m sorry.” He said sincerely, “Don’t worry, I swear to Talos that I won’t hunt down the Brotherhood or the Guild once we’ve achieved our goals.”

“Really?” Sahara smiled slowly, widely and Ulfric was stunned. She never smiled at him like this before. She jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly, “Thank you.” She said, laughing softly, “They’re the only family I have left.”

“You have us,” Ulfric said solemnly, “The Stormcloaks are your family too.”

Sahara grinned, her eyes sparkling. Ulfric suddenly stood and she gasped, almost falling off of him.

“Ulfric?” She wondered if she did something wrong but before she could ask, his mouth descended onto hers. The kiss was soft, barely there and she moaned quietly. He pressed his lips against hers more firmly and he licked her bottom lip, “What are you doing?” She breathed, staring into his dark eyes.

Adoration 17.25/?

[(Anonymous)]

“What I should’ve done right from the beginning.” He whispered and pulled her close to him, his lips closing on hers. She gasped and his tongue brushed past her lips to stroke her tongue, urging her to respond.

Sahara moaned again and clung to his shoulders as he kissed her senseless. This was what she was waiting for, the passion, the sweetness. She shivered as heat pooled in her belly.

Ulfric bent down slightly and pulled her up, carrying her bridal style. She yelped and clung to his neck. “Bedroom?” He rasped. She pointed upstairs and moaned as he kissed her again. He made his way up, going into her bedroom and laying her gently on the large bed. He stripped off her clothing slowly, almost reverently, kissing every inch of skin that he uncovered, making her moan and squirm, heating her up inside and out.

“Ulfric,” She moaned. He pulled her pants off and kissed the sensitive skin of her thigh. She shivered and he licked. He went up her thigh slowly, going closer and closer to her core before he switched thighs. She whined with disappointment.

“Patience, my dear.” He said, his hot breath fanning across her wet pussy. She shivered.

Ulfric leaned closer and pressed his mouth against her and held her hips down as she arched from the bed.

Sahara had no words. His tongue flicked across her bud before his mouth pulled at it. She gasped and moaned. His fingers started pumping in and out of her in time with his licking and sucking. The squelching sound was perverse but erotic at the same time. He thrust his tongue in with his fingers and she yelped. She looked down and met his eyes before he started pumping into her hard and fast. She arched back and moaned loudly, grasping at the covers of her bed. “Please,” She moaned and sucked her clit into his mouth, running his teeth gently on it.

Sahara screamed and came apart in his hands.

But he wasn’t done. He lapped up her juices, prolonging her climax until she was sobbing and writhing. Then he stood and shed his clothing.

Sahara watched as Ulfric stood before her, naked and beautiful. The candlelight highlighted the hard planes of his chest and arms. She met his eyes and he leaned over her, dominating her mouth once more in a passionate kiss. She could taste her juices on him.

Ulfric lay on top her, his elbows supporting his weight. He kissed her thoroughly, desperately, like a man starved. She wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively and she felt his cock prod her entrance. He pressed into her slowly, driving them both mad with desire. She tried to make him move faster, thrust harder, but he was determined to make it last.

Once he was hilted fully, he started rocking his body. He leaned down and took her pebbled nipple in his mouth and she arched off the bed again. She was tight around him and she clenched even tighter as he sucked and nipped her breasts, leaving dark marks on her skin. She moaned and rocked back, this time making him groan. She clenched her inner muscles as he thrust and soon enough he was thrusting harder and faster.

Sahara held onto him, her arms around his shoulders as she rode out the storm. He kept thrusting harder and faster until her bed was creaking and shaking with the effort. His mouth was near her ear and he grunted with each thrust. She felt her climax nearing, her muscles tensing around him and she held on tightly as his cock pressed against a particular spot inside her. She moaned his name as she fell apart in his arms. Still he continued, thrusting through her clenching muscles and prolonging her orgasm.

Adoration 20/?

[(Anonymous)]

HI PEOPLE! I'm back!:D I'm so sorry for the super long wait:( It's done though! I've been writing bits and pieces the whole time I was away:P So without further ado~
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The days that led up to the storming of the Stormcloaks to Solitude was hectic. There were so many preparations to be made and Ulfric barely had time to eat let alone sleep. He always managed to drag Sahara to a corner for a scorching kiss though.

On the day of their siege, they made their way to the Haafingar camp. Galmar and Ralof had gone ahead to scout. The day was dreary and gray, cold but glorious. Excitement clouded the air and Sahara drunk it in. She actually liked Solitude, loved her house even though it never seemed like home before, but seeing the barricades and the hostile Legionnaires made her feel as though she really was taking back her home.

Ulfric made his speech and they stormed to the gates. Sahara stuck close to Ulfric, defending her Jarl with her strongest bow. She even used magic, throwing bolts electricity and balls of fire. Then she started helping the other soldiers hack at the wooden barricades.

“Get these gates open!” Ulfric shouted at her, “And make your way to the Castle Dour. I’ll meet you there.”

Sahara nodded and ran up the wooden platforms. She slung her bow on her back and drew out the enchanted ebony sword that Ulfric had given her. Soldiers burned, screaming as she cut them down. Blood was all over her but she didn’t care. She needed to get to the lever that opened the gates so Ulfric and Galmar could storm in the Castle Dour and confront Legate Rikke and General Tullius. Once the gate was opened she jumped down from the platforms and made her way to the Dour.

Solitude was burning, the heat from the fire counteracting the chill in the wind. Still, it was a glorious day, one the bards will sing of for years to come.

Ulfric and Galmar were already inside the Dour with Legate Rikke and General Tullius. They were actually talking instead of killing each other. Curious.

Sahara cocked her head sideways and leaned back against the wall. The discussion was lengthy and heated. Ulfric didn’t look happy with what was happening and neither was Rikke. Tullius looked frustrated and resigned.

Finally Ulfric turned to her, looking defeated. Sahara’s heart broke for him. She drew her sword and Rikke did as well. So this was how it would end.

Their fight was brutal but quick. Rikke was quick, her blows hard but she was older than Sahara by almost a decade and she was getting slower. Finally, with one fatal stab, Rikke dropped.

Tullius didn’t even seem fazed as he took his turn with her. She saw Ulfric clench his fists but he didn’t move, not wanting to disrupt their fight. Still, he didn’t like seeing her fighting and getting hurt. The sounds of metal clashing against each other were all they heard for the next few minutes until finally Tullius dropped to the ground on his knees.

“Do you want to do the honor?” Ulfric asked, handing his axe to Sahara. She shook her head.

“The honor is yours, my Jarl.” She said, smiling softly, adoringly at him.

Ulfric inclined his head before sighing and shaking his head. “Such a waste of a good man.” He muttered before lopping the head off of Tullius. His body dropped to the floor.

Galmar slipped out, giving them space.

“Ulfric?” Sahara touched his arm gently. He looked so tired, his dark eyes had rings under them and his shoulders were drooped. He looked at her with tormented eyes before he dragged her to him, holding her tight and pressing his face to the side of her head. His hand bunched into her hair. Sahara held him, let him hold her, to assure him that she’s alive and well. Tullius and Rikke were his friends. He fought with them, stood with them until he was imprisoned. To see his friends killed like that must have scarred him.

Adoration 18/?

[(Anonymous)]

Hi! So I made sure the dark-ish, kinky side is still there:P (thanks OP for pointing out to me that's it'll be too un-Ulfric if it suddenly turned too tender). I might be going on a road trip sometime today (Wednesday, April 9th) or tomorrow and it'll be a 12-14 hour trip so I might not be able to update at my regular time (around now) which is why the next fill is pretty long:P
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It was noon and Ulfric wasn’t in the war room, his chambers or in Sahara’s room. Galmar wasn’t sure what to think. Had his friend and Jarl been kidnapped? How was that possible? Nobody has seen him since the night before and was starting to get frantic trying to figure out where he went.

“Ralof!” Galmar shouted and the captain came stalking forward, “Do you have any idea where Ulfric could be?”

Ralof scratched his chin and eyed the burly man. He was much like a bear, very big and cuddly in a weird way. He was looking pretty frantic and close to panicking by now but he wasn’t sure if he should suggest looking for him in Hjerim since he was pretty sure that was where he was.

Finally, he conceded before Galmar decides to raze Windhelm to the ground to the ground just to find the errant Jarl.

“Check Hjerim,” Ralof said, smiling slightly at Galmar’s dumbfounded look. He scowled and stormed out.

Ralof sighed and then chuckled.
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Sahara moaned and shifted, feeling something warm and wet trailing down her neck. She shivered and pushed the man away, “Ralof,” She hissed sleepily, “I’m not interested in you.”

Ulfric arched a brow, wondering why in the world would Ralof be in bed with Sahara. He leaned down again, nipping her shoulder. Sahara groaned and tried to shift away.

“I’m having a nice dream, go away.” She moaned and snuggled closer to her pillow.

“Hm? What about?” Ulfric asked, laughing slightly.

Sahara murmured his name and sniffed before settling down again. Ulfric laughed again, louder this time.

“Shut up,” Sahara groaned and pulled the covers over her head. Ulfric pried it back down, enough that he could lean over her ear.

“Now why would you be dreaming about me, Dragonborn?” He purred hotly in her ear. She shifted and her eyes snapped open. She gasped when she saw him, remembering what happened the night before. She blushed brightly.

“I—I,” Sahara looked down, embarrassed. Ulfric laughed and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

“Mind telling me why you would confuse me with my captain?”

“O-oh, well, you’re both blond and Nord,” Sahara shrugged, “And he’s usually the one I’m cuddled up with whenever it’s cold.”

Ulfric narrowed his eyes, not sure as to whether or not he should kill his captain or not.

“Clothed of course, and he never did anything improper.” Sahara cleared her throat and fidgeted.

“Nobody else,” Ulfric growled, “Not even Ralof, is allowed to share your bed. Understand?”

She nodded, “Yes, Ulfric.” She breathed and he leaned forward to capture her lips. She moaned and kissed him back. He started to push her back to the bed when the pounding started. Somebody was at the door.

Sahara shifted but Ulfric pushed her back down, his lips going to her neck, “Ignore it,” He muttered, sucking a sensitive spot. She shivered and arched but the pounding wouldn’t stop. Ulfric sighed irritably before rising, “I’ll get it.” He growled, “It better be important or I will run whoever is at the door through with my blade.” He picked up his sword and stalked down the stairs.

The pounding wouldn’t stop and he pulled the door wide, his sword moving forward to rest on the offender’s chest.

Adoration 18.25/?

[(Anonymous)]

“Ulfric,” Galmar said, his eyes wide and his fist raised, ready to pound on the heavy wooden door.

“Galmar,” Ulfric’s brows furrowed and he brought his sword down, “Problem?”

“It’s noon and you weren’t in the Palace,” Galmar said, “We thought something happened to you.”

Ulfric arched a brow, “I’m a grown man, Galmar. I can take care of myself,”

“I suppose you and the lass are all better now huh? Good. We’ve all been worried about her mental state.” Ulfric waited for him to continue, “She’s been a little reckless,” He explained, “Charging into battle, not feeling the wounds until after.” Galmar shrugged, “It’s not healthy.”

“So is the war but we do what we must.”

“Ulfric,” Galmar sighed, “When will the march to Solitude be?”

“Soon.” Ulfric replied, his mood darkening, “I’ll be back in the Palace in a moment.” He shut the door in Galmar’s face, sighing.

Sahara walked down the stairs cautiously, his fur cloak wrapped around her securely. His cock jerked at the sight, “Who was it?” She worried her bottom lip, “Do I need to wash the porch?”

Ulfric laughed weakly and drew her into his arms before kissing her soundly, “It was Galmar.” He said, “They’re waiting for me in the Palace.”

Sahara smiled weakly, “You’re Jarl. You have duties to attend to,”

Ulfric pressed his forehead against hers before kissing her again thoroughly, “Give me fifteen minutes.”

She arched a brow and dropped the cloak.
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Almost an hour later, Ulfric and Sahara entered the Palace with Sahara walking a little slower. He had lifted her up easily and pressed her against the wall before pounding into her ruthlessly. She had climaxed quickly but he kept going, abusing her already-abused pussy more until she couldn’t think straight anymore. She had screamed his name until her voice grew hoarse and only then did he release in her. Now all the lovemaking was taking its toll on her and every time she walked she felt sore in all the right places. She suppressed a shiver of pleasure.

Ralof met her eyes when they reached the war room and arched a brow. Then he smirked and shook his head, his smirk turning into a full-blown smile. He seemed genuinely happy for her, for them. Sahara glowed at the thought of her and Ulfric together.

They talked about the war and the last leg of it. They would storm the gates of Solitude, expecting several Legionnaires with bow and arrows and even General Tullius and Rikke. They would all be there and they knew they would lose many good men but Ulfric seemed confident that they would take over successfully.

When the talk turned to Elisif, Sahara felt her happiness dim. Ulfric would need a High Queen and it couldn’t be her. She was a Dunmer and a commoner while Elisif was groomed to be the High Queen. She shuddered at the thought of the pale Nord Jarl sharing Ulfric’s bed.

She kept quiet for the rest of the meeting. Ulfric noticed and he dismissed Ralof and Galmar, bidding them to shut the door. Ralof gave her a knowing look.

“Anything wrong?” He asked, leaning his hip on the table.

“Nothing, my Jarl.” She said automatically, “I mean, Ulfric,”

“You know I hate lies, Sahara.” She shivered when he said her name.

“Well, it’s just that, after the war and you’re High King, there’s really nothing left to do and I’ll go off to learn more Shouts and kill dragons and find Alduin…” She shrugged, her eyes prickling with tears, “And I guess I’d miss my chance to be with you.” She whispered the last part.

Ulfric sighed heavily before walking towards her to engulf her in a tight embrace. It was warm and comforting. He kissed her forehead, “Then you better finish Alduin quickly.” He said gruffly. Before she could ask what he meant, he captured her lips and all her thoughts scattered.

His kiss was gentle this time, slow. He carried her up to his chambers and shut the door before stripping her slowly, with the same worshipful actions. He suckled and kissed her breasts before bidding her to lie on the bed. She watched him lazily as he stripped off his clothing slow enough to let her know that he was teasing her.

Adoration 18.5/?

[(Anonymous)]

Then he leaned over her and pressed himself fully against her. Her legs wrapped around his hips and his member hovered over the entrance of her pussy. She shivered and tried to push him inside her.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He whispered in her ear before nipping the sensitive tip. She shuddered.

“I’m yours,” She said softly.

“Louder,” He demanded, pressing his cock inside her slowly, inch by delicious inch until he was hilted inside her, “I want you to scream, Sahara, to tell the world who owns the Dragonborn.”

He thrust his hips gently and she yelped before moaning, “I’m yours,” She keened, “Ulfric, I’m yours,” His pace grew faster, “I’m yours,” She chanted his name as he started to pound into her, going faster and harder, grunting with the effort. She held onto him tightly and sobbed as pain and pleasure mixed and pushed her over the edge.

She shattered, her pussy wrapped tightly around his cock as she shouted out her release. “I’m yours,” She said hoarsely, “Only yours.”

He pulled out and aligned his slick cock with her anus and slid in slowly, grunting at the tight resistance that eventually gave way to him. She mewled and shivered, not sure whether she should feel pain or pleasure. Her body decided for her when she started to shudder once again as another orgasm coursed through her.

Ulfric leaned forward slightly and thrust a few times before shuddering as he tried to hold his climax back. She squirmed, pressing her hips tightly against his as her nails raked his back, drawing blood. He groaned and started moving faster, reveling at the sounds she was making.

“Yes,” He hissed, his thrusts hard and frantic, “Mine.” He cupped her breasts and squeezed, “All this is mine.”

His hand moved lower, seeking out her clit and rubbing it, making her arch off the bed. She sobbed and whimpered as another shudder wracked her body. He thrust through the almost-painful tightness of her ass before releasing his seed. His cock jerked weakly as her greedy ass milked him for all he was worth. He pressed his forehead against hers, breathing hard.

“And I am yours.” He whispered before crashing his lips against hers in a bruising kiss.
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(I'll try to put up the next chappie asap:P)