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Duet (3a/4)
Date: 2013-05-31 11:22 am (UTC)The woman bowed her head and obeyed without a word, gracefully approaching the throne. Her armor had been replaced by a lovely dress made of green silk and white fur, her brown hair combed in a long, elaborate braid. Siddgeir took his time to admire her naked shoulders, clean face and well-shaped body.
«Your place in this court is more than deserved, my friend» he solemnly said. «You are a valuable asset to this Hold, to its people and to me.» Especially to me. «For this reasons, and for the great deeds you’ve accomplished in the name of our beloved land, by my right as Jarl I name you Thane of Falkreath.»
Nenya started to clap her hands, and soon all the notable citizens gathered in the Longhouse for the ceremony were applauding too, the sound growing louder and louder. All but one. The Old Idiot, also known as the former Jarl Dengeir of Stuhn and uncle of Siddgeir himself, chose to stand still with his arms crossed on the chest and didn’t even pretend to smile.
The Jarl raised his arms and the applause slowly began to fade.
«Congratulations, Yvonne. I’ll soon notify my guards of your new title. Wouldn’t want them to think you’re part of the common rabble, now.»
He laughed, and the others laughed with him. A wave of his hand and Helvard offered the Dragonborn the ritual gift, one of the best enchanted swords in the entire Hold.
«I also grant you this weapon from my armory to serve as your badge of office. The Blade of Falkreath. I seem to understand you like ebony, am I correct?»
The woman took the sword, unsheathed it and carefully cut the air in front of her to test it. One time. Two times. Then she smiled and nodded.
«That is a fine gift, my lord, thank you. I promise I’ll take good care of it.»
Without even the slightest invitation she reached him in front of the whole court, bowed, then knelt at his feet. Siddgeir winced. He could see the back of her neck, her braid, the curve of her spine under the dress, and couldn’t help but staring at her when she kissed his boots. He knew all the formal and informal protocols, and none of them involved something like that.
As if it wasn’t enough, the Dragonborn went on.
«From now on you have officially my loyalty and my friendship. I swear to protect your people, support your Hold and satisfy your needs as best as I can.»
Her voice echoed in the large room and in Siddgeir’s mind as well, and he felt the adrenaline rushing through his entire body. He had the Dragonborn, a beautiful woman and famous hero, literally at his feet, ready to do everything he wanted. It felt great.
«Stand» he said calmly, even if the whole situation had him incredibly aroused. «Is there anything else you would like to say before I declare the end of the ceremony?»
Yvonne blushed a little. His loins were burning like fire, but he forced himself to smile.
«Nothing in particular» she answered. «May we speak in private, my Jarl? There are other… matters I’d like to discuss.»
«Of course, Thane.»
He glanced at Nenya and she immediately started to dismiss the guests, but it took longer than usual to send them away. Many of the notable citizens wanted to compliment the Dragonborn for her new title, others simply wanted to talk to him. Siddgeir sat back in his throne and dismissed everyone with an annoyed wave of his hand. When finally everyone but his Housecarl was gone he raised his eyebrows and snorted in Helvard’s direction.
«Didn’t you hear your Thane, you idiot? She wants to speak in private.» A raised hand stopped everything he was thinking to say. «No. Just… just go.»
The man hesitated for a second, but then changed his mind, turned around and walked away, disappearing in another room.
Duet (3b/4)
Date: 2013-05-31 11:29 am (UTC)Yvonne was standing smirking in front of the throne, the Blade of Falkreath at her side. Her cheeks were flushed, her braid a little messy now, her chest rising and falling with every breath. And she was in his power. She was his. The thought was enough to make him shift uneasily on the throne, more than aware of the sudden stiffening between his legs.
«Ah. Yes. W-what did you want to talk about?»
«The property you promised me. I heard I’m not the only one asking for it.» But she was wary now, and her smile was gone. «Is everything alright?»
«Sure. And yes, the land, I remember. I’ll tell Nenya to…»
«My Jarl.»
She came closer, her eyes focused on the bulge in his breeches. He didn’t care much about her anger, anyway. She was his Thane, was she not? She was compelled to forget that little… accident, if so he commanded. But when he studied her face searching for irritation or repulsion all he could see was mild interest.
«I’ll tell Nenya to try and talk the others down» he continued. She ignored him.
«You could have told me» she simply said, and now she was too close, her breasts exactly in front of his eyes. She wasn’t talking about the land anymore. «I’m serious. I swore an oath to please you, and if something bothers you I’d like to know it, so I can help you.»
His skin was on fire, his erection pressing hard against the breeches. How dared she tease him like that? Did she think he would not punish her? Siddgeir of Falkreath was not amused.
«Then please me» he blurted out. He grabbed her right hand and forced it down on his groin, making her jump in surprise. «Do it.»
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Yes, I'm still alive! I've already written the last part, so I'll probably post it soon.