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Adoration 18/?
(Anonymous) 2014-04-08 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)--
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.
--
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) 2014-04-08 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)“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.
--
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) 2014-04-08 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)“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)
Adoration 19/?
(Anonymous) 2014-04-08 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)---
Sahara was not used to having sex multiple times a day but it seemed Ulfric was insatiable. He would find her regardless of the place and time and would take her anywhere he pleased so long as it was semi-private. She could barely walk come dinner time and most, if not all the soldiers knew about their extracurricular activities. She suffered through dinner with the rowdy Nords, tuning out their catcalls and lascivious comments. Ulfric wasn’t with them. He was speaking with Galmar and Ralof about an urgent, private matter that he didn’t want to share with anybody else, even her.
She wasn’t really bothered by it knowing that Ulfric was a very private man and has his secrets. Eventually he joined them and the catcalls and comments immediately stopped with one angry look from the Jarl. He sat next to her, piling sweets into her plate, making her blush.
Galmar was looking at her thoughtfully and Ralof looked happy but…defeated. She blushed under the scrutiny of so many people and she hissed at Ulfric to stop. He didn’t listen. He somehow managed to pile a piece of apple pie, two honey-nut treats, taffy and a sweet roll right at the very top of the precarious pyramid.
“You need to replenish your energy.” He said in his deep voice. Naturally everyone heard. Some snickered while others, mostly the females, glared at her and raised their noses arrogantly, “Then you need rest.”
“I’m fine, my Jarl.” She said, rolling her eyes, “I’ve been through worse before.” Ulfric shook his head and gave her a look. She rolled her eyes again and sighed before laughing quietly, “Fine.” She tried to eat as much as she could to please him but she could only eat so much and soon she found herself stuffed and sleepy. She told him so.
“I’d like to stuff you myself,” He whispered naughtily, “Until you pass out.”
Sahara flushed and Galmar arched a brow at her before giving Ulfric a pointed look. “I’m exhausted, Ulfric.” She whispered back. She noticed that many of the soldiers were trying to eavesdrop on them, “And I’m sore.” A smug look came into his eyes. It was the look that only men had when they knew that they’ve thoroughly satisfied their woman.
“You’re sleeping here tonight in the Palace.” He ordered and she inclined her head.
“Yes, my Jarl.” She said and stared at her pie sadly. She wondered if she could sneak it up to her room as a midnight snack without Jorleif scolding her the next day.
She wasn’t sure what the next day would bring but right now she had Ulfric even though he had so many preparations to make. She knew he was an excellent warrior but knowing that he’d be on the battlefield with her scared her. What if he got hurt? She saw the scars on his body, explored them like she would a newly discovered cave, but what if this time he doesn’t survive? She shook her head, dispelling the depressing thought and looking around her.
They were celebrating the fact that they all made it this far. She smiled softly before drinking her mead. Yes, tonight she would be happy and content with how things are. Tomorrow she’d worry and maybe, just maybe, distract Ulfric long enough from his work for a quick tumble. She smiled.
Re: Adoration 19/?
(Anonymous) 2014-04-09 07:27 am (UTC)(link)Re: Adoration 19/?
(Anonymous) 2014-04-09 09:35 am (UTC)(link)Re: Adoration 19/?
(Anonymous) 2014-04-09 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Adoration 19/?
(Anonymous) 2014-04-09 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Adoration 19/?
(Anonymous) 2014-04-11 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Adoration 19/?
(Anonymous) 2014-04-14 08:54 am (UTC)(link)Re: Adoration 19/?
(Anonymous) 2014-04-14 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Adoration 20/?
(Anonymous) 2014-04-20 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)--
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 21/?
(Anonymous) 2014-04-20 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)Ulfric’s hands went down to her hips and he ground himself against her. Then he pulled away, both of them breathing heavily before going back for another open-mouthed kiss. He groaned and started pushing down her pants. “Off.” He hissed and she pushed him away so she could pull her pants off. He quickly shed his before they met again in another frantic kiss.
He lifted her up, still kissing, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands bunching in his hair. Then he thrust and pulled her down at the same town, making them both moan. He pressed her against the rough stone as he thrust in and out of her desperately. She moaned, her head banging against the wall but she didn’t care. His mouth latched on to her pulse and sucked. Her pussy tightened around him almost painfully as she reached her peak and pulled him over with her. His stomach tensed and he groaned lowly, pressing his head on her shoulder and releasing into her in a warm arch.
After the last jerk of his cock, his slid out her and let her back on her feet. Their breathing was erratic and harsh. He pressed his forehead against hers and held her tightly.
“Feeling better?” She asked softly as she rubbed his back soothingly, “You’re needed outside,”
“I know,” He whispered and kissed her again, his tongue thrusting into her mouth. She moaned and he pulled away, “I wish I could take you away and celebrate our victory on our own,”
She chuckled, “Well, we can’t do that until after.” She kissed his lips chastely, sweetly, “I do have a house here,” She gave him a wink before pulling away to wear her pants. He sighed and wore his pants.
“You’re a tease, woman.” He growled and nipped the tip of her ear, making her shiver.
“I know,” She said with a grin before taking his hand. Together they made their way out of the Castle Dour. Once outside she let go of his hand immediately and he stepped forward next to Galmar.
He made an elaborate speech as though nothing has happened and that the deaths of his old friends didn’t affect him. Then his Stormcloaks brought Elisif forward as she made her pledge of loyalty to him albeit forcefully.
Afterwards they celebrated heartily, eating and drinking excessively until almost midnight. She slipped away knowing Ulfric would follow soon after. She walked to Proudspire Manor, carefully avoiding the still-burning barricades and other barrels. Her housecarl greeted her and she told the girl to go to bed and not to interrupt should she hear anything. The Nord understood immediately and gave her Thane a knowing grin. Of course, she didn’t know that the woman she served was bedding the future High King of Skyrim.
Soon after Ulfric slipped in looking a little harassed. She giggled at his appearance and opened her arms to him in an embrace. He kissed her tenderly.
“Bedroom?” He whispered hoarsely and she led him up, swaying her hips seductively in his face. She swore she heard his gulp.
Once the door was shut Ulfric tore off her armor and kissed her passionately, as though they haven’t seen each other in months. They pulled at each other’s armors without breaking their kiss. A few moments was all it took for them to be naked and on the soft, cool bed. Ulfric leaned over her, kissing her roughly before dragging his lips down her jaw and to her neck. His stubble tickled her and she shivered. Her fingers flew to his hair, untangling the small braid on the side of his head.
“You’re beautiful,” He breathed and tears sprung in her eyes. She had yearned to hear those words coming out of his lips for so long that for a moment she thought that this was all a dream. His fingers trailed over her scarred stomach and over her pussy, teasing her with feather-light touches. She arched under him and he thrust two fingers in her abruptly. She gasped and yelped, thrusting her hips up to meet his fingers. She whimpered.
Adoration 22/?
(Anonymous) 2014-04-20 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)Sahara was blinded by pleasure. His mouth and fingers were magic. He angled his fingers slightly and hooked them, pressing against the spot inside her that only he knew about. She screamed and arched off the bed as she came violently. He kept thrusting his fingers, prolonging her orgasm and when she was finally calming down, he pulled his fingers away and shoved his cock in her still-clenching pussy, filling her tightly.
They moaned in unison.
He started grinding his hips against hers, coaxing her body to become aroused once more. Soon she was writhing under him, his movements deliberately slow to drive her crazy.
“Please,” She moaned and arched as she tried to make him go faster, “Please, Ulfric,” She shuddered and clenched around him.
“Please what?” He gasped, thrusting shallowly, “What do you want, Elf?”
She shivered. “You,” She keened, “Only you,”
“Good.” He growled low in his throat and started pounding into her. She screamed, her pussy tightening around him unbearably, “No.” He snarled, “You will not cum until I tell you to.” He continued his harsh pace and when he felt her climax nearing, he changed his angle so that he wasn’t hitting the spot inside her that drove her crazy. She moaned with frustration.
He kept her hovering over the edge in what seemed like forever until finally his thrusts became more erratic and shallower. His panted heavily and he shuddered, his climax near.
“Please,” Sahara moaned, “Please, Ulfric.” He growled, closing his eyes and clenching his jaws. His fingers tightened around her hips until she was sure he’d leave bruises. He thrust into her desperately and she sobbed, her legs shaking with the effort to keep up with him.
“Now.” He groaned, “Cum, now.”
With his simple command he shattered, screaming and holding onto his cock, coaxing his seed to spew from his cock in a long stream. He groaned, unable to move. His body was under the power of his orgasm and he shuddered violently before finally collapsing on top of her, panting.
Sahara moaned. Her body felt deliciously boneless and having Ulfric on top of her felt so right. She wrapped her arms around his sweaty shoulders and breathed in the smell of sex and Ulfric. It was an intoxicating scent, one she wouldn’t mind smelling for the rest of her life.
It was a dangerous thought and it sobered her up quickly. He slid out of her and rolled to his side before drawing her up against his chest. She leaned over his heart, listening to its loud, erratic beating. She did that to him, she made him lose control. In a way she was proud of herself. But what of tomorrow? What happens when he ascends the throne and she’s off somewhere looking for Alduin?
“What are you thinking?” He grumbled sleepily. His hand was brushing through her hair and back lazily.
Adoration 22.5/24
(Anonymous) 2014-04-20 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)“Oh.” He said simply. She wasn’t sure what he meant.
He slipped out of her embrace gently and her heart broke. This was it; this was their last night together. She felt tears gathering in her eyes but she refused to cry.
Ulfric looked so serious. For a long time he didn’t speak, just looked at her. Finally, he grabbed her upper arms and drew her up, holding her close.
She embraced him back, confused. Wasn’t he going to say goodbye?
Then he went to where his clothes were so carelessly dropped and shuffled it around, looking for something. She caught a glimpse of something round and palm-sized that he slipped behind him before making his way back to her.
She cocked her head sideways and froze when he dropped to his knees. The last time he did that she ended up soaking his shirt.
“Ulfric,” She breathed, her eyes wide.
Ulfric cleared his throat and he actually flushed, “Sahara I…” He swallowed a couple of times, his Adam’s apple bobbing, “I…” He bit his lip before sighing, “As you know I will be High King and…and a King needs a Queen so,” He looked up at her, his eyes vulnerable and…scared, “Will you give me the honor of becoming my Queen?” He brought out an Amulet of Mara. It looked small in his large hands and she stared at it uncomprehendingly before snapping her gaze up to meet his eyes.
“What,” She breathed, “Ulfric I…” She blinked rapidly and he stood, pulling her against him and holding him tight.
“I know you have to go after the World-Eater,” He whispered hoarsely in her ear, “So I’ll wait for you. Just, please,” He shuddered, “Promise me that you’ll come back to me and be my Queen.”
“Yes,” She said, bursting into tears, “Of course I would,” She wrapped her arms around him.
“Come back to me quickly, okay?” He held her tightly, burying his face in her hair and breathing her in, suddenly afraid that it might be the last night that they’re together.
What if she failed at defeating Alduin?
“Come back to me.” For the first time in years, he cried.
Adoration 23/?
(Anonymous) 2014-04-20 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)As promised, he made the Gray Quarter more livable and though the Dunmer were wary at first, they soon learned to trust him. He hoped everyday that she would saunter into the Palace, triumphant. He didn’t even care if she wore that blasted Armor of the Old Gods. He just wanted her.
He slouched in his throne, thinking about his Dragonborn when suddenly the double doors opened and a person; he wasn’t sure whether it was a man or a woman, in full Daedric armor walked in. He’s never seen the thing up close before and he felt a shiver run down his spine at the sight of the demonic armor. Who in their right mind would dare wear something as horrifying that?
The figure took off his helmet to reveal long dark hair. He couldn’t see his face.
He bowed low, in the typical fealty position and said, “My Jarl.”
Ulfric felt another shiver run down his spine. He knew that voice, hoarse that it is. She looked up and he met a pair of very familiar, teasing red orbs.
“Sahara,” He whispered, his shoulders slouching slightly. He didn’t know how much tension he felt until he expelled it all. He walked down the short steps to stand before her. She looked up at him with the same adoring smile she did years ago.
Without warming he dragged her up against him and held her tightly, armor and all.
“I’m home,” She said softly.
“Finally,” He croaked and buried his face in her hair, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” Sahara whispered and wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, “I’ve been to Sovengard.” She said and he stilled, pulling away from her slightly so he could look into her eyes.
“How?”
“I followed Alduin.” Sahara shuddered, tears glistening in her eyes, “It was beautiful. Then I realized I won’t be able to be there with you when the time comes.”
“Don’t.” Ulfric knew that. She was an elf and he was a Nord. Nords go to Sovengard and elves… “You’re Dragonborn.”
“There’s no need for a Dragonborn anymore, Ulfric.” She said, “And I’ll live so much longer than you.”
Ulfric pulled away from her fully and took her hand, “Come.” He said and she allowed him to tow her into the war room and up to his chambers.
“Ulfric,” She sounded so sad and it broke his heart.
“I don’t care,” He said, “I don’t care that you’re an elf and I’m not. I just want you,” He pulled her close and pressed his forehead against hers, “And you’re Dragonborn. The Dragonborn always goes to Sovengard.” He wasn’t sure about that but he’ll have Wuunferth look it up.
“I love you.” She whispered, her eyes closed tight.
He didn’t reply. Instead he pressed his lips against hers tentatively, as though he was afraid that she wasn’t there, that he was dreaming. When he was sure that he wasn’t dreaming, he pressed harder, coaxing her mouth to open and her tongue to battle. For several minutes that’s all they did; they kissed hungrily and passionately until finally he couldn’t take it anymore.
Ulfric helped her take off the heavy armor until she was naked save for the Amulet of Mara that he had given her so many months ago. It rested heavily in the valley of her breasts and he leaned down to kiss each pert nipple. She had more scars that he remembered and he kissed every single one he could find, making her shiver. She did the same with him, kissing and licking every inch of scarred skin she could find. They explored each other, committing to memory each ridge and nuance.
“I can’t,” He groaned when her hand wrapped around his cock, “I promise I’ll go slow later. Hell, I promise to fuck you until neither of us can stand.” He pulled her up to her knees and she complied eagerly, widening her legs and leaning on her elbows. He groaned again at the sight of how wet her pussy was, “By the Nines,” He flicked his finger against her pussy and she shuddered. He put his finger in his mouth, tasting her juices before aligning his cock against her core. Without warning he thrust hard.
Sahara barely caught herself from falling forward. The force of his thrust making her gasp. He grunted behind her and she clenched tightly. Talos, it had been too long.
Adoration 24/24
(Anonymous) 2014-04-20 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)He started slowly but was soon pounding into her. His arm was like an iron band around her waist, not allowing her to move an inch as he abused her tight channel. She was desperate for release and when he shifted and ground himself against her, she shattered and screamed. Still, he pounded, groaning and gasping and shuddering before pulling out fully. His cock twitched uncontrollably and pearly drops of pre-cum leaked from the slit.
She knew what he wanted then. She turned around and couched on all fours in front of him, her mouth level with his weeping cock. She licked him eagerly before engulfing his length in her warm mouth. He groaned as she tightened her throat and bobbed up and down. This, she understood, was the ultimate form of submission. She knew in her heart that she wouldn’t do this to anyone but him and he knew it too.
He came unexpectedly, erupting with a low groan and a violent shudder. It seemed to go on and on. His hand was pushing her head down, urging her to swallow everything. She tried but he came so much that some dripped off of her chin. He was still hard when his cock stopped jerking. She released him with a soft ‘pop’ and licked her lips. His eyes were dark and hot and he crooked a finger. She crawled up to him and he laid on his back as she straddled him.
Sahara wasn’t sure what to do. His cock brushed against her and she shivered.
“Take me,” He said hoarsely and she shivered. Her fingers wrapped around his cock as she guided him into her clumsily. His hands were on her hips, helping her as she sunk down his cock. Ulfric threw his head back and groaned. It was a sexy sight and she felt power suffuse her body, lending her confidence.
She moved her hips, grinding down onto him, taking him as deep as she could inside of her. Then she raised herself up slowly before thrusting down quickly. They both groaned.
“So tight,” He gasped, his eyes rolling back to his skull. His mouth was open and he panted, his hips thrusting up in time with her sinking down his cock, “Talos,”
Sahara moaned and clenched around him every time she sunk down. In this position and angle she was even fuller, almost unbearably so. His cock seemed grew harder and thicker, twitching inside her. His heavy balls drew up and she knew his climax was near. She pulled herself up and down faster and harder, slamming down onto him. His hands went to her breasts and he squeezed and pinched her nipples.
“Cum,” He roared, “Now.”
Sahara threw her head back with a gasp as she shuddered, her juices squirting and her pussy tightening almost painfully around him, drawing out his own orgasm. He pulled her forward and held her as he shuddered through his orgasm.
When he calmed down, she felt his cock sliding out of her wetly and she smiled.
“Sahara,” She hummed, “I love you too.”
Sahara stilled, unsure. Did she hear that right? She pushed herself up and stared into his sincere eyes.
“Ulfric?” She breathed. Her eyes were wide.
“Marry me,” He said seriously, “Be my Queen.” He brushed her hair away from her face and leaned up to kiss her gently, “Please?”
Tears welled up in her eyes and she nodded vigorously, “Yes,” She said, “Yes, of course Ulfric.”
His smile was slow and wide, almost smug. He kissed her again, more fully this time, seducing her all over again.
Sahara allowed herself to be seduced. “I love you,” She said in between kisses.
“I love you too, my Queen.” He murmured and made good with his promise. He made love to her all through the day, stopping only to eat and bathe before pulling her up into his chambers again to make love in every which way possible all through the night.
Nobody saw Ulfric or Sahara the next day.
END.
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