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Deepthroat Dragonborn
Date: 2013-04-13 03:52 am (UTC)All I want is a scene where someone with a huge dick (perhaps too big to ever have had deep throat before) gets deepthroated by the dragonborn.
I prefer elf-race Dragonborn, and a male or transman Dragonborn over female Dragonborn.
That's it.
Re: Deepthroat Dragonborn
Date: 2013-04-19 01:49 am (UTC)Re: Deepthroat Dragonborn
Date: 2013-04-24 07:08 am (UTC)Re: Deepthroat Dragonborn
Date: 2013-04-24 01:09 pm (UTC)Stray 1/?
Date: 2013-04-26 08:18 am (UTC)-----
There were many reasons for which Ulfric considered himself lucky to have the legendary Dragonborn as a lover, the most immediate of which being the boy's seemingly magical talent with his mouth, and he wasn't talking about his ability to Shout.
Letting out a long, low groan, the Jarl of Windhelm let his head fall back against the headrest of his stone throne. Through lidded eyes, he looked hazily down at the beautiful boy kneeling between his legs. He had hair the color of fox fur, milky pale skin sprinkled across the cheeks with faint freckles, and eyes that were not quite blue and not quite brown, but something striking and startlingly lovely in between the two. And he was young. Though he had never told Ulfric his true age, the older Nord knew the boy couldn't be a day over nineteen. His name was Arend. Arend Iron-Helm. He claimed to be a Nord, but there was something distinctly foreign in his high cheekbones, small stature, and slightly angular eyes that suggested mixed blood. Not that it really mattered. The boy could be half skeever for all Ulfric cared at the moment. Arend was young, beautiful, and was currently doing things with his mouth that would make a seasoned tavern-whore envious.
"Gods, boy," growled Ulfric as Arend sucked and slurped lazily at his cock. He had been going like this for the past fifteen minutes, giving just enough pleasure to keep Ulfric practically writing in his seat, but never enough to send him over the edge. He felt Arend smirk around him. Then he looked upward and fixed Ulfric with that blue-brown gaze, his eyes crinkled playfully and his expression nothing short of impish. By the Nine, this kid was sexy, thought the Jarl vaguely. Maintaining steady eye-contact, Arend slowly drew upwards until just the head of Ulfric's penis was in his mouth. With the very tip of his tongue, he began flicking rapidly over the sensitive bulb, causing Ulfric to jerk and hiss sharply at the sudden overload of sensation.
With a large, calloused hand, Ulfric ran his fingers through Arend's thick, shaggy hair, not pushing but simply encouraging, despite how much he wanted to simply force the boy down to swallow him whole. As skilled as the boy was, Ulfric wasn't sure whether or not Arend would be physically capable of deep-throating him. Apart from how small the young Dragonborn was, Ulfric himself was, well, enormous. He was easily a good eight inches long, and quite thick. While this was of course a source of pride for the Jarl of Windhelm, it also put certain limitations on his sexual life. Not every lover was able to handle his "formidable weaponry," after all. Arend certainly hadn't been intimidated, however. From the moment he had glimpsed what Ulfric had to offer, the boy had been quite eager to get his hands --and mouth-- on him. Perhaps Arend could handle him, though. It wouldn't hurt to try, anyway. Perhaps with just a little encouragement…
Very subtly, Ulfric increased the pressure on the back of the boy's head. Arend smirked and drew back, releasing him with a wet pop. Ulfric nearly howled in frustration.
"If you think you're done, you've got another thing coming, boy," he growled threateningly. Arend giggled.
"Don't you worry, my Jarl. I'll certainly have something 'coming' before I'm through," he purred. "Just sizing up my mark is all. You're no small mouthful, after all."
His lip curling arrogantly, Ulfric gripped himself with one hand and touched the tip to the redhead's face, smearing pearly pre-cum across his bottom lip. Slowly, Arend swiped his tongue over his lips, collecting the liquid with a hum of contentment.
"Think you can manage, boy?" he sneered. "You're such a little cocktease. I'll bet you've had hundreds of cocks in that pretty little mouth of yours."
"And I'll bet you've had hundreds of mouths around that mighty cock of yours, Your Highness," countered Arend cheekily, winking. "But you needn't worry. All that Shouting has taught me more than a few useful tricks."
Ulfric chuckled. "Prove it."
Arend laughed. "As you command, my Jarl."
Re: Stray 2/?
Date: 2013-04-26 08:55 am (UTC)But he didn't quite control the boy, now, did he? Despite all his efforts, Arend was little more than a willful, disobedient child most of the time. He did what he wanted, and could not be commanded to do otherwise. He claimed loyalty to neither side --in fact, Ulfric knew of at least one Imperial soldier the boy regularly bedded-- and refused to lay down his allegiance to either himself or to the Legion. Arend came to Ulfric because he wanted to, and no other reason, and that infuriated Ulfric. If only he could have the boy at his side. With the mighty Dragonborn at his command, the Imperial Legion would be at his mercy. He had heard the stories of his powerful Storm Call, and even his rumored ability to summon a dragon to his aid. Either Shout could be used to devastating effect on an opposing force, and could quickly end this damnable war, saving countless lives in the long run. However, every time he tried to point this out, the boy simply laughed and told him to fight his own battles.
Despite his current situation, Ulfric couldn't help the flash of anger and annoyance that flared suddenly, and he tightened his grip on Arend's hair, forcing the boy down. Arend tried to draw back, and when he was unable to do so, glared up at Ulfric in irritation. He didn't retaliate, however, by biting down or striking at him with his fists, so Ulfric knew he couldn't be too mad. Now sweating and desperate for release after the boy's prolonged teasing, the older Nord growled deeply, "Finish it."
He felt Arend snort, though whether in annoyance or amusement he couldn't tell. Then something was happening, and he no longer cared about anything. The boy's throat began to rumble, a deep, low sound emanating from its depths, and Ulfric realized Arend was using his Thu'um. For a moment he feared the boy meant to Shout him apart just as he himself was rumored to have done to High King Torygg, but then he quickly realized that, no, the boy was somehow using his Voice to pleasure him! And by Talos did it feel wonderful. Arend's entire mouth rumbled and vibrated around him, and Ulfric was no longer able to hold out. Gripping Arend's hair with both hands, he clenched his fingers around the boy's rusty locks and let out a long, drawn-out groan as he came hard, filling Arend's mouth and throat with his seed. In a surprising show of obedience, Arend swallowed every drop dutifully.
Dropping back limply, Ulfric released Arend's hair and closed his eyes momentarily as he basked in the afterglow of one hell of an orgasm. Arend sat up, rubbing his head where Ulfric had grabbed his hair and pouting a bit.
"For future reference, I don't like being forced to swallow," he said with a disdainful sniff. "It makes me feel like a cheap whore. Besides, I would have anyway, so you needn't have bothered."
Ulfric just chuckled and opened one eye. "What do you want, an apology?"
"We both know I'd be wasting my breath asking for on," replied Arend with a laugh, all trace of irritation gone. He then stood, brushed the dirt from his knees, and proceeded to climb in Ulfric's lap. He curled against the larger Nord and nuzzled his bristled chin with his nose.
"Give us a kiss, love," he whispered silkily, arching against Ulfric in a very cat-like manner.
"Not with where that mouth's been."
Arend rolled his eyes. "Always the romantic, aren't you?"
a!a
Date: 2013-04-26 09:08 am (UTC)So I'll post the last bit tomorrow (today?) after work. Also, I'm totally tempted to draw Arend. He'd be fun to sketch, since muscly men aren't really my forte, so OP might get a bonus! Peace out, lovies!
Re: a!a
Date: 2013-05-02 12:32 am (UTC)Stray 3/3
Date: 2013-05-02 11:24 am (UTC)"I suppose this means you'll be busy doing your war business for the rest of the night with Galmar, then?" he inquired blandly, though his lips turned out ever so slightly to show his annoyance. Ulfric shook his head.
"Not tonight. Even a king needs his rest, after all."
"Oh, really? Good," chirped Arend, brightening. He then turned and made for the door to the upper wings, calling back casually over his shoulder, "Whenever you're ready, then."
Ulfric blinked in surprise and confusion. "Where do you think you're going, boy?" he growled.
"Your bedchamber," answered Arend as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I expect a good, thorough fucking for pulling my hair like that. Quite rude, you know." Then he winked. "That is, if you're up to it, old man. Otherwise I'll have to go call on Ralof to take care of me. I do hope he hasn't left yet."
It was all Ulfric could do not to gape like a fish. What nerve! What cheek! Speaking to him like that! Him, Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm and future High King of Skyrim!
"That mouth of yours is going to get you into a lot of trouble, boy," he growled in warning.
"Really? Seems to me like my mouth is doing a pretty good job keeping me out of it," snorted Arend ironically. "You know, dragons and all."
"I'm serious, boy. Show some respect for your betters."
The lighthearted, playful defiance disappeared momentarily from Arend's face, to be replaced by something dark and cold that Ulfric didn't recognize on the perpetually carefree youth. Then it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, as if Ulfric had only imagined it.
"My apologies, my lord," simpered Arend, and the rebellious play was back in his voice. He bowed extravagantly, bending fully at the waist until his nose practically touched the ground and sweeping an invisible cap from his head as he oozed, "How foolish of me to behave in such a base, uncourtly manner, Your Highness. I am sorry to have offended your delicate sensibilities." As he gushed dramatically, Arend punctuated each statement with a flip of his hand or a cock of his hip. It was utterly ridiculous, and Ulfric knew full well he was being mocked --in his own throne room! Still, he couldn't help himself. Letting out a single bark of amusement, the Jarl of Windhelm shook his head.
"One of these days, boy, I'm going to bend you over my knee and teach you some manners."
Arend grinned and gave Ulfric a dangerous look. "I'll bring the switch if you bring the ropes."
"You're absolutely depraved, boy."
"And you wouldn't have it any other way," pointed out Arend, laughing as he disappeared up the stairs to Ulfric's chambers.
Talos help him, he was right, Ulfric had to admit to himself. The boy was absolutely infuriating. Arend was rude, crass, unpredictable, childish, and somehow, perversely, perfectly suited to Ulfric in every way. He was a stray cat. He could be coaxed with food and treats and scratches under the chin, but in the end, he would never belong to anyone but himself. Tomorrow morning, when Ulfric awoke in his bed, Arend might be there next to him, curled up beneath the thick furs of his bed with his fox-red hair poking out from its warmth, or he might be gone without a trace, and Ulfric would only be able to wonder and wait for the day when Arend would show up in his throne room once more, pawing for treats and fluttering those long lashes at him.
Letting out a long breath, Ulfric muttered peevishly, "Damn whelp…" before rising from his throne and following the path the errant youth had taken to the upper wings of the grand palace. Galmar could wait.
* * *
Done! My brain is mush, but it's done! I even did the sketch like I said! :0 I'll post that and the tags for this tomorrow(ish). I hope you guys like Arend, 'cause I have big plans for him on this meme...
Re: Stray 3/3
Date: 2013-05-07 08:30 am (UTC)So do we get the fucking scene next? And Ralof *purr*?
Oh, hey, I drew something...
Date: 2013-06-01 09:45 am (UTC)Here it is: http://i.imgur.com/2syopAh.jpg