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F!DB and Ulfric are married and need heirs, but F!DB is infertile
Date: 2013-06-14 02:06 am (UTC)Bonus points for
-size kinks
-fucking the lookalike with an item
-ungodly stamina granted to Ulfric and the DB because of their training in the Thu'um
-forced orgasms
-fingering
-biting
Squicks are anal, scat and watersports.
Re: F!DB and Ulfric are married and need heirs, but F!DB is infertile
Date: 2013-06-14 04:14 am (UTC)But seriously nonnies; if anyone else wants to take a crack at this, then go for it.
Surrogate 1/?
Date: 2013-06-14 11:33 pm (UTC)relationships: het, femmeslash
kinks: noncon, toys, forced orgasm, fingering, biting, oral, deepthroating, slavery, pregancy, lactation, virginity
Lysanna had come to Windhelm to buy medicine for her ailing father. Now she was naked and tied to a bed in the Palace of Kings by her wrists while Ulfric Stormcloak and the Dragonborn looked at her with eyes both cold and slightly amused as she struggled against her bonds.
"I see no problem with her. Galmar did well this time." The woman announced at last, reaching down to caress Lysanna's face. "It's like looking at a younger version of myself, really." And Lysanna could not deny that the womans black hair and blue eyes and angular features were a perfect match for her own but when she opened her mouth to ask why that mattered the leather collar they had placed on her tightened to the point where she could barely breath.
"Her hips are too narrow. She'll die in childbirth." Ulfric protested and Lysanna's eyes opened wide.
"All Bretons have hips like this, and you certainly seem to enjoy mine." The woman purred as she ran her hand along the inside of Lysanna's thigh. Seeing that Ulfric was not convinced, her face fell. "Please Ulfric. If you love me, you will take her and let your seed quicken within her and let her bear the children I cannot."
Ulfric sighed. "Then go ahead and get her wet for me woman."
And the Dragonborn smiled wickedly and spread Lysanna's legs wide, slapping her in annoyance when Lyssana tried to resist, and put her face down to Lysanna's cunt. She felt something warm and wet travel languidly up and down her folds, flicking at her clit and she whimpered. Ulfric watched with a small smile as fires of pleasure ignited in her belly, as his wife violated her with her skillful tongue, as the dragonborn sucked and flicked at her swollen clit until finally Lysanna came with a wetness she hadn't known was possible.
"She's all yours love." The Dragonborn said, watching Lysanna weep with shame, her face glistening in the light cast by the fire.
"That she is." Ulfric had been stroking himself steadily and now his long red member was fully erect. The Dragonborn held her right leg open and he grabbed her left, stretching them so far apart that it was physically painful and then he knelt between her stretched legs, placing the head of his his cock at her opening. She tried to beg but the collar tightened and again she was left breathless. Without ceremony he thrust himself inside of her, deeper than she'd thought possible and tears flowed down her cheeks as he lingered there, before violently removing himself and thrusting back in, breaking her hymen as he did so.
He lowered his head to her breasts and fastened his mouth around her nipple, biting and suckling as he rammed into her fiercely. Finally, when he was in so deep that his balls slapped against her flesh with each thrust, he spilled his seed with a roar, sending spurts of hot fire shooting through her belly and trickling down her legs. She expected him to leave then, to remove his limp cock from her aching cunt, but instead he lifted his head from her bloody breast and fastened his lips on her mouth, her blood on his tongue and teeth and lips as inside of her, his cock grew hard.
The Dragonborn smiled at her. "There are some things about the Thu'm that they don't teach you."
Lysanna could do nothing but weep as he rammed into her, forcing her to take all of him inside of her and drawing out to the head when he readied himself for the next thrust. Then he adjusted himself and he was nudging a warm spot that sent jolts of pleasure throughout her body, causing her to tremble and moan. He fucked her through another orgasm before spilling his seed again, making it flow down her legs in impossible amounts. Finally, after his third orgasm, he grew limp and pulled himself out with slick ease.
"Only thrice?" The Dragonborn murmured from her spot by the bed. "You disappoint me Ulfric."
"I will never disappoint you, Morgan, just as you have never disappointed me." And he drew his wife into the most loving of kisses while the girl he'd raped watched from the bed she was tied to. "Now get the bitch on her knees and we'll see what other fun we can have."
Surrogate 2/?
Date: 2013-06-15 12:52 am (UTC)It was terribly cold and it hurt her folds, hurt her slick flesh to be pierced by something so foreign and hard, but then they both began to thrust, Ulfric grabbing her hair and moving her head up and down his length and Morgan simply pushing and probing the object deeper, always hard and always firm and cold against her insides even as her muscles desperately tightened to deny them access.
It was no use. Soon Ulfric came into her mouth and she swallowed, watching with desperate relief as he staggered, exhausted to the bed. There was no such relief to be found with Morgan. "Well, girl? Are you enjoying this?" The sadistic woman smiled when Lysanna shook her head. "Would you like me to take it out?" And she shoved it even deeper. Lysanna nodded. "I'm afraid I'll need a bit more than that dearest." And so laughing, she left Lysanna with the object lodged firmly inside of her while Lysanna desperately tried to speak past the suffocating collar, hurting herself as a result.
Ulfric and Morgan made love while Lysanna wept desperately on the floor, her hands still tied behind her back. After two excruciating hours, Morgan removed the metal phallus and Ulfric inserted his own.
----
It was a month of rape and torture inside the secret room before they finally stopped. Lysanna was pleasuring Morgan with her tongue while Ulfric took her from behind when suddenly Morgan grabbed Lysanna's hair and wrenched her head up so they were face to face.
"My love? What is it?" Ulfric asked as he slid out of her.
Morgan whispered something harsh and dark and terrible in the Dragon Tongue and dropped Lysanna to the floor, flipped her over and pressed her hands to Lysanna's belly, eyes filled with hope. "Twins. Ulfric, we're going to have twins."
"Are you sure?" Ulfric asked.
"Yes, I can feel them." And as they talked about their preparations and their joy and where they would hide her, Lysanna lay on the cold hard ground and thought of nothing at all.
----
For five days, she was left alone in her room, restrained and fed but unmolested. On the sixth day a sack was thrown over her head and she was carried to a carriage, where she spent twelve hours rolling between various items of luggage and trying to scream for help. Then somebody took her hood off and she blinked, dazzled by the moonlight. She was not dazzled for long, because Morgan grabbed her by the hair and threw her onto the snowy ground.
The Dragonborn removed her collar. "Speak." She ordered and when Lysanna did not, she slapped her across the face. "Speak!"
"Yes!" Lysanna said, her voice hoarse from a month of disuse.
"Good. We're going to spend some quality time together, you and I. Until you give birth to a suitable child, you and I are confined here, to these grounds and this house with Ulfrics bastard, Alarik. Taking care of him and maintaining the house and its grounds are your duties. If you fail in either of these, you will be punished. Understand?" She was standing with her boot on Lysanna's chest.
"Yes." Lysanna whispered.
Then Morgan got to her knees and shoved a finger into Lyssana's cunt. "Look at you." She said, her voice scathing and venomous. "You're wet to the touch." She inserted another finger and painfully scissored them apart. "Though I shouldn't blame you really. It's not your fault that you were born a slave, an animal to be bred, a hole to be fucked." She inserted three and curled them just right. "You are nothing." Four now. "Say it."
"I-I am nothing."
"You are mine."
"I am yours." And so the Dragonborn fingered her until she came on the snowy ground, before standing up and wiping her hand on her trousers.
"Get up and make dinner." And Lysanna ran to do her bidding.
Re: Surrogate 2/?
Date: 2013-06-18 01:07 am (UTC)Re: Surrogate 2/?
Date: 2013-06-18 02:13 am (UTC)Surrogate 3/?
Date: 2013-06-21 02:12 am (UTC)It was after one of these sessions, when Lysanna was lying exhausted and numb and full of his seed with swollen, aching breasts (Morgan and Ulfric had taken turns suckling from them with sharp ripping teeth and terrible laughter) that he withdrew something from his bag and showed it to Morgan. Lysanna ignored their voices even as they tied her hands to the bed and spread her legs and stuffed her mouth full of cloth. She did not ignore them when he shoved something huge and cold and vibrating into her cunt. Morgan chuckled. "A gift from Markarth. We would have used it ourselves first but you seem to enjoy these toys of mine." Lysanna was already approaching her first orgasm, the machine being placed so close to her clit.
They did not remove it until the next day, when they let L:ysanna stumble weeping and aching down the stair to her room. She wept for hours as the frantic Alarick tried to soothe her and did not stop until she heard Ulfric gallop away on his horse. Alarick never willingly left her side after that, clinging to her hand with ferocious strength and sleeping in her bed until Ulfric started locking him in the cellar whenever he came calling.
She was trying to sneak Alarick food through the cellar hatch when her water broke and the contractions started. Her labour lasted more than a day, and when it finally ended she had given birth to one healthy wailing girl that Morgan held ecstatic in her arms and one small, silent boy that made no sound and had been laid on her chest. She let the boy suckle, and soon he began to cry, a thin, reedy sound that made Lysanna's heart hurt in her chest. "Edward." She whispered, naming the weak and sickly child borne of her rape after her long dead grandfather. His lips were blue.
The girl never nursed from her, and soon after that both Morgan and Ulfric returned to Windhelm while Edward, Lysanna and Alarick lived in the giant house in the same room. They had not bothered to provide her with a crib for Edward so she pushed her bed against the wall and laid him gently between her and the wall, so he would not roll off. Alarick was ecstatic to have two younger siblings and would tell Edward stories from Lysanna's other side before falling asleep mid-sentence. Edward never grew healthier and the Stormcloak guards never let them leave, but it was a good enough life for four beautiful months, until Morgan and Ulfric returned and crushed her hopes again.
Re: Surrogate 3/?
Date: 2013-06-25 09:14 pm (UTC)Surrogate 4/?
Date: 2013-06-29 12:01 am (UTC)Then her rescue came in the form of a knock on the front door while she ate lunch with Alarick, Edward in a sling on her back. Alarick put down his fork and looked nervously at her. "They aren't supposed to be here for another two weeks." They also never knocked and usually arrived at night.
Lysanna had already handed him Edward, whom he held with awkward affection, gingerly favouring his right arm. "Go hide in our room." She said dully. They rarely talked nowadays. She stood up and approached the door, opening it with barely shaking hands. Outside, there was a man she recognized as Ulfric's housecarl standing there, bleeding heavily from his forehead holding a bundle of cloth in his arms, which he promptly shove into her arms. And Lysanna stared down mutely at a robust, pink-cheeked girl with blonde hair sleeping soundly in her arms. "There's little time, get the bastard and your son and take Yngrid to Dawnstar." He must have been referring to her daughter.
"I don't understand." She whispered to nobody in particular. He answered anyway.
"The Imperials have taken Riften, Winterhold and Windhelm and I'll be damned if I see the true High Kings heir killed by them. We're still strong in Dawnstar, we can still make it-" And then Lysanna unleashed the lightning spell she held in her fist, striking him directly in the chest, and she knelt by his unmoving head and waited for him to die of his many wounds. It did not take long.
"Alarick." she whispered, and then, "Alarick! Get your cloak, we're-we're leaving." The words felt dangerous somehow, as though Morgan would burst through the door and whip her for daring to say them. She wrapped Edward in a blanket and herself in a fur cloak far too big for her, helped Alarick mount Galmar's horse and passed him Yngrid. She did not want to hold Ulfrics favoured child. She awkwardly clambered on behind him and they began to ride, following Galmars tracks towards Windhelm.
----
She left Galmars tracks as the great billow of smoke from Windhelm became too much, and she saw familiar fields once more. Her excitement and her fear mounted furiously as she rode, her face frozen by the cruel biting wind. Finally, when she stood in front of her house and marvelled at how much richer it looked now that it was a safe haven instead of a prison. She got down from the horse, unsteadily, and all but ran to the front door.
When it was opened, she realized something was terribly wrong. Her father was alive and well and the shock on his face slowly turned to rage as he registered her and the child in her arms. "What are you doing here?!"
"You knew." Lysanna whispered, her eyes wide and voice broken. "You knew, you knew what they were doing and you still sent me in to the city, you knew-" And then he struck her in the face, sending Edward flying from her grasp.
The farm looked different somehow, her home warped by the passage of time as she stared at it from the cold, snowy ground, her blood a bright red splash of colour in a world that had none as his fists and feet beat a bloody tune into her body, Edward wailing in the distance.
Surrogate 5/5
Date: 2013-06-29 12:21 am (UTC)She left them at the gates of Riften, advising them to go to the Temple of Mara and ask for sanctuary. "I can't spare any more money." She said gruffly, though she paid for their entrance.
Lysanna took her advice and went to the Temple of Mara, where she was given food and a place to rest her head. She found employment as a servant at the Jarls Palace, scrubbing floors and cleaning pots and watching Alarick learn to laugh as Edward grew up and said his first words, as Yngrid took her first tottering steps, but it was not until the Dragonborns head was displayed on the walls of Solitude alongside Ulfric's that she thought herself safe.
Re: Surrogate 5/5
Date: 2013-07-06 08:35 am (UTC)