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Never Our Tenderness (F!/DB Imperial/Ulfric Stormcloak) – 12d/14
Date: 2014-11-13 04:13 am (UTC)He had not even hesitated in his response. It made her wonder how much she could push him, before she found his limit.
His hand continued to trace down her arm, and she knew she could push him no further this night. She was finding it difficult to think at all, and to hide the breathless desire in her voice as she whispered, “Perhaps we should talk more of this in the morning, as we planned.”
He flashed her a devastating smile, and leaned toward her. “The morning then. Will you bid me good tidings, wife?”
A ridiculous request. His hand slid up past her elbow to clasp her upper arm and pull her ever closer. The sweet sting of awareness filled her chest and left her aching to push herself against him.
“Good tidings, my lord, and sleep well,” she whispered.
His smile only deepened. “Fine words, for an uncle. Your husband needs a kiss to send him off to bed.”
“My husband did marry the wrong queen, if sweet endearments be his desire,” she managed in weak protest, as he brought his face inches from her own.
“He married the right one.”
She thought to argue against his self-assured answer, but instead found herself leaning forward. A chaste kiss upon his cheek was her intention, or so she told herself, as her lips pressed tentatively against the corner of his mouth.
He moved his head a mere fraction, to seal his mouth more fully against her own. The taste of him, as always, was intoxicating, and she explored his lips with a chaste fluttering of kisses, her desire unfurling with each dry pass of her lips over his. He made no attempt to deepen the kiss further, but he groaned into her mouth, and this small expression of his own latent desire was her final undoing.
Her hand slid up his chest to wrap around his neck, tugging him closer as she parted her lips for him, and thus did his true onslaught begin. He drank from her, sucking and nipping at her lips, before pushing the velvety rasp of his tongue through the barrier of her teeth to plunder her mouth.
She moaned her approval, welcoming his thrusts between her lips even as her body yearned for a true taking between her legs. As if he knew her thoughts, his arm snaked around her waist, and he pulled her onto his lap to straddle his thighs.
She felt the heat of his chest against her own, as his hands roved over her back, fitting her snugly to him. He widened his own thickly muscled thighs, causing his robe to gape open below her. Her own thighs were splayed wide over him, her smalls a thin barrier against his hard cock pressing and demanding entrance to her core.
Wetness pooled there, and she rubbed herself against him, seeking any sort of relief from the relentless itch and heat. His mouth left her lips to trace down her jaw and she tipped her head back in invitation. His hot, seeking mouth nipped and sucked at her neck, from below her ear until he reached a spot just above her collarbone that left her begging his name.
“Ulfric, please.”
He stilled his mouth, though his hands did not stop their slow and firm massage of her lower back, reaching up under the hem of her thin shift. The movement did not serve to relax her, as each passing rub rolled her hips forward and pressed her core against the thick length of him. It was an agony of a tease, and she could not stop herself from angling her hips ever closer.
“What do you desire, wife?”
She bit her lip, but could not stop her reply. “To feel you against me.”
She gasped as he quickly lifted his hands to work her shift over her head, and she lifted her own arms in easy compliance. His deft fingers then moved to work off her smalls, a thin and wet barrier, and soon enough all that stood between them were his demanding, pressing words.
“Is this what you want, dragon?”
She moaned in answer, and rubbed herself against his cock, feeling her wetness slick his shaft, but this was not sufficient for her husband.
“Beg me to enter you, Arria. Beg me to rut you.”