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F!DB/M!NPC Jarls Need Loving, Too
Date: 2013-05-01 10:58 pm (UTC)Bonuses:
The Jarl sends everyone out of the throne room - but has to explain to his housecarl that total privacy will be needed. Obtuse Housecarl stays until Jarl rolls his eyes and explains. Because sex. Blushing and mind bleach appreciated but not required for this bonus ;)
Unusual positions, mirrors on the wall/ceilings, using draperies as bedding/covers once the throne has been christened ;)
Size kink so small F!DB preferably - who loves how BIG her Jarl is (in EVERY way)
I don't mind which Jarl Author!Anons pick, and if they choose to go M/M I'll be happy to go with that too, although het would be my first preference. All races welcome.
Re: F!DB/M!NPC Jarls Need Loving, Too
Date: 2013-05-03 11:35 pm (UTC)If OP is still keeping watch and willing to wait a couple of days I would love to fill this one.
Re: F!DB/M!NPC Jarls Need Loving, Too
Date: 2013-05-03 11:57 pm (UTC)Thank you, good Write!Anon!
Re: F!DB/M!NPC Jarls Need Loving, Too
Date: 2013-05-04 04:09 pm (UTC)Being Loved by a Jarl
Date: 2013-05-04 05:23 pm (UTC)He watched as his wife nodded to the guards who vanished quickly. His brow rose as Proventus and Farengar took the kids with them as they left, all that was left was his housecarl. The man who had been speaking with him had left, he is not sure when, but he didn’t really care at the moment.
Balgruuf shifted in his seat, trying to ease the discomfort in his lower regions as he his wife walked towards him. Her amber eyes rove over him and he felt it as if it had been her own hand. He nearly groaned and then scowled when he noticed Irileth still standing nearby. She was the only one that hadn’t left.
“Irileth, leave,” Balgruuf ordered.
Balgruuf sighed when he noticed he stubborn set of her jaw, “If you don’t leave, you’ll be watching while I taste and then fuck my wife on this very throne,” Balgruuf warned her with narrowed eyes. He had the amusement to watch his housecarls eyes turn blank, and then horrified, and her grey complection greyed further. He grinned as Irileth literally ran from the room and out into Whiterun.
Ania glanced at the stairs and saw Lydia there. “Lydia, vanish,” she ordered and watched as her housecarl left the castle with Emira walking beside her.
Balgruuf’s eyes heated up as his wife walked towards him. First her armor came off, leaving her in her breastband, next was greaves, boots, breastband and then her strews. She was steps away from him naked, his member throbbing and she hadn’t touched him yet.
He met her amber eyes and saw her desire just for him. Years together hadn’t changed their love for each other, her eye still held the same lust as it did when he first bedded her.
He swallowed thickly as her finger trailed along her body to her mound.
His gaze riveted to her hand as her finger slipped between her folds. “You wish to taste this?” she purred as she removed her glistening fingers from her folds. He groaned, his hand snaking to his engorged shaft that still needed to be bared. He stroked himself through his clothes as her finger disappeared into her mouth, “a bounty fit for a king.”
Balgruuf stood quickly, not able to take this teasing his wife loved to do. He grasped her hand roughly jerking her to him. He smirked down at his small wife, he leaned down to savage her mouth with a bruising kiss, but his wife changed that idea quickly. She pushed him back forcefully until he was sitting in his throne once more.
She smiled sultry at him as she climbed onto his lap. Her eyes met his and held, her hands caressing the furs and rich material he wore. “I always wondered what it would be like to fuck you while you wear this,” she murmured softly, her amber eyes darkening with lust.
“Then its time you found out,” he purred, nuzzling her neck. “but first I want to taste that sweet nectar of yours.” He lifted her so that she was kneeling on the arms of the throne. His hands gripped her hips forcing her to arch her back as far she could go. He smiled lecherously as her hair brushed against her legs and her mound spread open for him. He nipped at her thighs, leaving light marks as he drew closer to her sweet nectar. He moaned with the first swipe of his tongue. He felt her body quiver with each swipe of his tongue.
“God Balgruuf I won’t last long if you keep that up,” she slurred through her sexual haze. Balgruuf grinned, knowing exactly what to do if he wanted to go over the edge right now. He purred against her sensitive mound and reveled in the stuttering moan his wife gave. It was a small orgasm, enough to take the edge off for her and no damage would come to his throne.
Re: Being Loved by a Jarl 1b
Date: 2013-05-04 05:25 pm (UTC)He groaned as her small hand grasped his aching shaft. His fingers digging into her hips, trying to control his lusts or he would have spilled right then. “Enough,” he growled, throwing her legs over his shoulder as he slouched further on his throne. With one powerful thrust he buried himself deep within his wife, her walls clenching around him. “Ania, I want to see your eyes while fuck you. I want to watch your eyes as you lose yourself to me,” he purred as he lifted her and let her slowly slide over him again. Her hands were on the arm rest giving her the leverage she needed to thrust against him. Her lust filled ambers eyes held his, her thigh rubbing against his right furs as her legs tightened around his shoulders with each thrust.
He could see her love for him in her eyes. His name was uttered with each moan and gasping breath. He thrust brought a plea for more of him. Her hands caressed his face, the furs he wore. He would never tire of being with his wife, not even after years together.
Their thrusts grew urgent, Ania’s head tilted back as she was close to reaching her peak. He watched as her eyes rolled back, her body shuttered hard, a scream left her mouth as she clenched almost painfully tight around him. It was too much for him to hold back from. He groaned spilling his seed deep within her, over filling her. He hissed as Ania’s nails bit into his shoulders as she went over the edge once more.
Her body leaned limply against him, he brushed a loving kiss on top of her head as she recovered. Slowly he slipped out of her, enjoying her twitches and moans of protest. He let her lax legs fall from his shoulders so they were in a more comfortable position.
Softly he rubbed her back, waiting for her to come down from her eyes. He watched as her eyes slowly clear, “That was intense,” she murmured with a sated smile. Balgruuf chuckled fondly at her as she burrowed closer to his warmth.
“You should get dressed and I should find something to cover the throne with,” Balgruuf murmured. He smirked as she rose on unsteady legs and started redressing. He glanced at the ceiling and then back at his wife. His grin grew larger as a thought came to him. He walked over to Ania, and helped her with her buckles. “I am thinking of adding a mirror above the throne so I can watch you move for me while I fuck you,” he purred against her ear.
“Keep it up and I’ll take you again right now,” Ania moaned as the image came to her.
~ooooooooooo~
Ania walked into the throne room, tired from the missions she had just finished. She glanced at Balgruuf and noticed his predatory smile, his eyes flicked upwards. She followed his gaze and spotted a mirror, her eyes met his once more.
“Irileth, clear the throne room,” Ania stated, giving Balgruuf a sly smile.
THE END
OP
Date: 2013-05-05 01:31 pm (UTC)You hit just about ALL my kinks in one single, epic smutfest. And Balgruuf! I'm so glad you picked Balgruuf! I love him. I love him so much. Thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyou!
*does happy dance*
Re: OP
Date: 2013-05-05 01:38 pm (UTC)I'm just waiting for this site to do the tags for the series.
Jarls Need Loving, Too - Multifill?
Date: 2013-10-02 09:59 pm (UTC)Re: Jarls Need Loving, Too - Multifill?
Date: 2013-10-02 11:15 pm (UTC)Jarls Need Loving, Too 1/?
Date: 2013-10-03 07:05 pm (UTC)Because I couldn't help myself. Whenever I tried writing anything else, I just kept thinking: What would Mania do? ... And so here it is. Ehehe.
Tags: kink:size, char:Jarl_Balgruuf, char:F!PC, race:Redguard, relationship:het
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Her breath was forced out of her lungs as she slowly sank down on his giant member. She could not get over how big he was, filling her to the point of bursting. His fingers dug into her behind, and his mouth was hot and wet on her neck. She felt him hit the furthest reaches of her as she sank down fully, and she stilled, needing a moment to regain her breath. He bit hard into her neck and rolled his hips, then lift her up and pushed her down on his shaft, successfully pushing the breath from her lungs again. She groaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, breathing was overrated anyways, and started moving with him. She was gasping, and would not deny whining as they kept at it, her insides burning with the need for release and the strain of him. She could forget how her knees chafed against his chair, and how her sore muscles strained, her focus was all on how he managed to deliciously fill her to the point of pain and have her a gasping, whining mess in his lap. She ground her hips - Talos she was so close - and pressed her mouth against his, his hand came up to her hair and he pressed them together, her whines and his groans muffled by the others' mouth. Breathing through her nose had been easy to begin with, but she had somehow forgotten how to do so along the road. She cried out as her orgasm approached with a giant's leaps, digging her nails into his back and moving her hips hard enough to make them both grunt in pain, and when she finally felt her nerves explode in a euphony of delight, her walls clenched so hard around him that she pushed him out of her with a deliciously wet sound, his seed spurting on the floor, what was not dripping out of her. She slumped into his lap, gasping for breath and leaned her forehead to his. She ran a hand down through the hair on his chest, visible through the gap in his robes. She did like how hairy all these Nords were.
They had to be, she decided, considering how cold it was here. As it was, his fair hair and skin made for a wonderful contrast to her dark hand - another perk with all these Nords. It was very colorful.
"So, Mania... Was there a dragon?" he murmured against her lips, and she chuckled in delight, hugging herself close to him. He was very warm and nice, a delightful remedy for the cold Skyrim weather.
"Mmmhmm... It's good and dead," she replied and nibbled the Jarl Balgruuf's bottom lip playfully. She moved a hand and tugged his beard lightly, making him chuckle quietly. It was a good beard, she decided. She leaned her forehead against his shoulder and sighed happily. Post-orgasmic bliss was the best bliss in the world, surely. "No talk of dragons now," she murmured, nuzzling her lips against his neck. His fingers dug into her generous behind, and he hugged her close to him.
"I concur. We can save that for later," he replied and she closed her eyes in relief.
It scared her to death, having absorbed the dragon's soul. Irileth had ordered her back to the Reach, and she had gladly returned, and after the sky had shook crying 'Dragonborn' and scared her half to death, she had needed a distraction from reality and happily proceeded to jump the Jarl in his chair. Luckily he had not objected, and he sent everyone in the hall away while she was working on getting access to his nether regions.
She promptly pushed dark thoughts away and focused on the man currently occupied with filling his hands with her behind. Which was mighty nice, especially since he had those giant hands to do it with.
"It's getting dark out," he murmured into her long and now very messy hair, and she sighed tiredly after a glance at one of the windows and nodded. She did not want to go back to present important happenings just yet.
Re: Jarls Need Loving, Too 2/?
Date: 2013-10-03 07:07 pm (UTC)-----
When inside Alfhed's bedchambers, Mania dropped her excess clothing on the floor and proceeded with removing the rest as well. Then she flopped down on his giant bed and sighed happily.
"I really should get me one of these..." she murmured into a very fluffy pillow, earning a chuckle from the Jarl. She heard the tell-tale rustling of cloth and the clink of buckles as he removed his clothes as well, and she turned on her side to watch him. He really was a sight to be seen - she was always astonished by how fit the Nords were. Even the shopkeepers and nobles. She missed pudgy men and women a bit. Skyrim was a harsh country to live in, to be sure. The Jarl soon joined her on the bed, resting his head in his hand as he watched her.
"So. Are you ready to tell me what happened at the Watchtower?" he asked, and she stiffened. Trying to act casual she rolled on her back, staring up at the roof of the bed. "Mania," his voice took a demanding tone, one she imagined got him his way most of the time. This time as well, it would seem. She sighed and placed her hands behind her head.
"Well. There was a dragon," she stated.
"I know. It was visible from here," he replied and reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. His hand was gentle, fingers trailing over her cheek and down her jaw and neck. "You are holding something back," he said. It was not a question, and she wondered if she had become that easy to read. She was getting soft.
"We killed it, but not before it had destroyed the tower," she took a deep breath. "And as it was... When it died, I absorbed... Something from the dragon," she added and dared a glance at the man. He watched her intensely, waiting for her to say more. Demanding that she say more. Since when did she give in to demands this easy? "The guards called me-"
"Dragonborn," he finished the sentence for her and she sighed again, and nodded slowly. "So it was you the Greybeards called for," he murmured, his voice taking on a slight tone of awe.
Re: Jarls Need Loving, Too 3/3
Date: 2013-10-03 07:09 pm (UTC)"They are probably not as dangerous as a dragon wanting to devour you whole," he murmured into her hair and she sighed again. She would go, of course she would, but while she had wished to climb the 7000 steps before, now she would rather save it for another lifetime. She had a feeling that she was getting in too deep, and she usually ran the other way when that happened. Except when it had came to her guild of course. But they were special.
Or perhaps she was really growing soft. Responsible. The thought made her shudder.
"I should probably leave tomorrow then. No point in making them Oldbeards wait overlong..." she muttered and looked up at him, then proceeded with running a hand through his chest hair.
"Greybeards," Alfhed corrected her, and she laughed.
"I like Oldbeards better," she looked at the dark window and sighed heavily. She might as well go all the way with this; if only to make sure there would be no feelings involved. Feelings were bad - especially when felt by a Jarl. "I'm a member of the Thieves Guild," she felt him stiffen next to her, and she glanced up at him, trying to read his reaction, but he had an amazingly neutral face. "A high ranking member. I had a huge deal in getting the Guild back on their feet, and if I have any say in the matter I will keep it standing," she looked down and drew small circles on his chest amongst the fair curly hair. "I'm not ashamed of what I do. I love it, I'm great at it, and I don't allow anyone of my fellow thieves to steal from someone who cannot afford to lose something," she moved back slightly to be able to see him properly. He wore a small wry smile and shook his head slowly.
"This is sort of my way of making sure there won't be... Feelings here," she motioned between then and the Jarl chuckled. "Feelings are bad," she added.
"Then there won't be any, if that is your wish," he replied with an amused snort. Very un-jarl-like snort, if she could say so. "I wouldn't object to some more canoodling though," he added and nibbled at her earlobe. She laughed and twisted to press herself against him, laughing some more as he groaned in what felt like delight. She twisted some more, and his slowly hardening member twitched against her stomach. Yes, definitely delight.
"I rarely say no to canoodling," she murmured and latched onto his neck. She would be tired and sore come morning, but at the moment she did not care. If she could forget about dragons and the world's problems for just a few more hours, it was worth it.
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Short because school is TIRING. TIRING I tell ya! And also because my imagination ran out. Tehe 8'3