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Verbatim [3/?]
Date: 2014-03-15 02:08 am (UTC)“We won’t be long,” she said and she turned to look at the men behind her. They left, Skulnar shutting the door behind him and they were alone, his Thane quiet. He went into the cellar, grabbing a few bottles of mead and he moved to his room, placing them on his table as she came back, waiting obediently by his throne.
He went back to her, giving her a look over and she blushed a bit. “M-My Jarl,” she said in her typical meek tone. “Is there anything you wish me to get for you?”
He said nothing, still looking her over. She was in her typical purple robes, her body hidden beneath them and he reached forward, his hands touching near where her waist should be. She flushed deeply at his simple action and he looked at her.
“Go into my room,” he commanded and she bit her lip but obeyed, wobbling a bit as she stepped down and made her way to his room. He followed, looking to the front door for a minute as if doing so would deter anyone from coming and he stepped into his room, closing the door. He walked past her, giving her another look which made her blush even further and he grabbed the pitcher on his dresser, pouring himself a drink.
He leaned against it, studying her again and she was fidgeting with her dress as she did when she was nervous. His eyes moved down to where he was going to spend most of his night. He licked his lips, taking a drink and he tapped his fingers on his goblet.
“Kjersti,” he finally said her name and she looked to him. “Get those stupid robes off.”
She flushed deeply, fidgeting more but she obeyed his command. She pulled them off, hesitant before she placed them on the floor and she crossed her arms over her chest, modest. He didn’t care, his eyes moving down to her panties. These ones had a black string and he found himself staring at them. They were new. All the better to ruin them,
He swallowed the rest of his water, placing the goblet down and he went to her side, his fingers brushing over her hip again making her flush. Her skin was covered in a few scars but there was still a softness to it that only a woman seemed to hold. He leaned over, kissing her jaw and she flushed, dipping her head down a bit. He reached down, ghosting over her stomach and he touched the top of her underwear making her shiver.
“Get on the bed,” he muttered into her ear and she did, crawling on all fours for a moment before she turned, nervously laid out for him. He studied her, her lithe frame and he kicked off his boots, tugging on the chain that held his furs to his neck. They were dropped to hang on the post of the bed and he climbed on, purposely looking her entire body over.
A blush filled her cheeks and she reached up to cover her chest, her thighs pressing together. He slapped them making her spread and she gazed up at him, their eyes meeting and she chewed her lip.
He almost wanted to fuck her right then and there. Not that she would complain but as much as he loved quickies, this was about establishing his ownership. “This,” he said quietly. “Is a one-time thing, understand? Don’t expect this all the fucking time.”
She blinked. “E-Expect what?”
“You’ll see,” he muttered and he moved down, focused on her damn underwear. He contemplated just getting to it but somehow it wouldn’t be as satisfying just going down on her directly. He paused for a moment, recalling the years ago when he did lay with that mouthy travelling Dunmer and her damned instructions and he sighed internally.
Verbatim [4/?]
Date: 2014-03-15 02:09 am (UTC)She was flushed, biting her lip with shivers running up her body and he smiled to himself. Of course she was begging for him. He roughly grabbed her, forcing her lower body up more so she was practically spread out for him and he continued licking her thighs, making her whimper more. He sucked on small parts of her skin, marking her despite the fact he knew no man would ever see them and she started to fidget, her toes curling.
“Relax,” he growled and she did. It was the one thing he did like about her; every word he said she would obey. There were a couple times where he did have to remind her to smarten the fuck up but they were becoming fewer as the days went on. He looked up at her, how her cheeks were permanently flushed, her eyes full of adoration and lust but her body language still shy and he scoffed.
He dragged his tongue down to where a small part of her was peeking out from under her panties and he breathed over her, lingering to make her really squirm before he kissed her. She jerked and panted, his name being groaned and he smiled to himself, his ego being stroked. He kissed it again, nipping at the skin before he moved up again, his fingers running over her body.
He kissed her roughly to make sure she knew who was in charge and she melted into him, whimpering against his lips. He reached down, his fingers stroking her through her underwear and he could feel she was wet. “My, Thane,” he muttered as he purposely rubbed in a light motion around near where her clit was making her arch his back. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re practically dripping.”
“I-I can’t…” she whimpered, panting and flushing as she gripped at his arms. “I can’t help it…”
“Please,” he growled, teasing her more as he stopped his light circles and moved to giving long strokes making her shift. “Have some damn restraint.”
She bit her lip giving him a pleading look and he pressed his lips against hers before he went back down. He could see the outline of her against her underwear and he finally went down to lick. The fabric molded to her more as he did and she arched her back, tensing until he slapped her backside. He worked her from there, teasing her by kissing around where she needed it, sucking the fabric instead of her and she shook in desperate need, her fingers being bit as he kissed the side of her pussy. “M-My Jarl!”
He leaned up, looking down at his work and he traced her with the tip of her tongue making her nearly scream, his name being panted hard now.
“S-Siddgeir!” she begged and he pulled away causing her to groan in frustration. He licked his thumb and pressed it against her making her tense.
“Calm yourself, you stupid elf,” he said, rubbing her a bit rough and the sloppy wet sounds of the fabric and her pussy meeting made him inwardly grin. He went back down, soaking her more until he finally tired of tasting woven thread and he grabbed her panties and ripped them off her body making her shout.
He went down on her, his tongue directly hitting her warm, dripping slit and she cried out, kicking on the bed. Before he could hold her down she came and he stared at her, her hips bucking and her stomach tense. He let her fall to the bed, her thighs shaking and he scoffed. “I barely touched you,” he chastised but she didn’t respond. “Kjersti.”
Verbatim [5/?]
Date: 2014-03-15 02:10 am (UTC)He hated to admit it but it was turning him on. This damn elf. He pulled his fingers away and kissed her again making her moan, her body submissive to him. He gave her some recovery time, focusing on dominating her mouth as he waited and when she started tugging at his body he went back down, sinking his tongue into her. She arched her back, nearly tensing but he dug his nails into her thigh making her stop.
He licked her a few times, enough to get her wet and he leaned up, staring at her. “Tighten for me,” he demanded and he watched as she did, the muscles in her thigh and stomach doing so as well and he leaned down, hovering to just breathe against her again and she whined louder than he expected.
“S-Siddgeir… Please… I need it…” she begged. He moved up making her shiver, helpless and he smirked.
“I’m sorry, I’m getting tired,” he shrugged and she nearly screamed, thrashing on his bed.
“N-No, no, please, please,” she started babbling. “Please, don’t leave me like this! Please, my Jarl! I-I’ll do anything!” She grabbed at him but he avoided it, smiling inwardly at her desperation. “M-My Jarl! Please! I need you!”
“You need me?” he teased and she whined, her voice dripping with lust. He contemplated letting her stew for a few minutes but her panting and squirming and her utter dependence on him made him relent.
He went back down giving her a long, hot lick and she nearly came from it, her voice high as it escaped her. He slapped her ass. “No coming, Thane.”
“S-Sorry,” she said, tense and shivering and he spread her, licking deep, her folds sweet and his fingers rubbing her gently. He gave her a few long licks, rushing her clit when he did to make her scream but he moved into a rhythm he was comfortable with, focused on teasing her. His damned roll with that dunmer did teach him a few things he had to admit and the squirming, still practically virginal Altmer under him was new to it making him feel like some sort of sex god as she started whining his name.
She reached down, her fingers tugging his hair and he growled, nipping at her clit making her hips roll. He could feel her continuously moving towards an orgasm, her shifting on the bed a good indication and he stepped it up, his fingers moving to tease her entrance while he trailed his tongue in a circle around her slightly exposed clit.
She was starting to breathe harder, her stomach tensing and her body shaking and he gave her more wet licks, letting his saliva drip down from her pussy. Gods, she was wet now, every motion he did making sounds and she groaned deep.
“Siddgeir, I need it! Please! I need you!”
He ignored her, flicking his tongue against her clit making her shout, her entire body tensing and he kissed her labia, pulling the folds before he went back down, focusing exclusively not to get her off just to stroke his ego. He only teased pushing into her body, her clit the priority and it took her barely any time to come, her cries loud as she did.
Her hands gripped at his hair when she did, her hips bucking and he tasted her as she became wet, lapping at her body. His lips were wet with her come, some starting to drip down her body and he slapped her hands off his head as he leaned up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
She fell down, her chest rising and falling and she looked as if he had just fucked her, her hair starting to stick to her neck. He took a mental snapshot, loving how she kept whimpering his name and he leaned over her, his hands burying into her hair. She opened her weary eyes, biting her lip and he forced her up, kissing her.
Verbatim [6/?]
Date: 2014-03-15 02:11 am (UTC)He shoved her off making her yelp and he moved off his bed, finally tugging his robes off until he was just in his summer tunic – if you could call it that since summer didn’t exist in his damn Hold – moving to grab a bottle of mead to drink off the table. He swirled it around in his mouth, swallowing before he turned back. She moved lazily on his bed, still in the aftermath of her second orgasm and she turned over, staring at him. He stared right back and her eyes went down.
“M-My Jarl,” she said leaning up a bit licking her lips. He waited and she shifted, her legs drawing up so she was sitting. “Please. Let me… Take care of you.”
He came forward, watching her quietly and she came to the side of the bed, reaching down to touch his erect cock. He said nothing, letting her draw his tunic up and her mouth went down on him eagerly. He took a drink, reaching down to pet her hair and she tried to please him as he did to her. He angled her head after a moment, not satisfied with her desperate attempt.
“Use your tongue,” he ordered and she did. He pushed her down more. “Relax your throat.”
She did.
He took another drink, his breath catching as she sucked at the tip and she went down more, his hand cupping the back of her head as she did. He watched her suck him, her legs dragging up and closing tight as she started getting noisy, her cheeks flushing and he let out a ragged sigh. Slowly she was getting him off and he took another drink, lingering on the bottle as she started using her hand with her mouth, going up and down him effortlessly.
He gripped her hair tight, shutting his eyes as he started feeling it and she pulled off, panting, her lips moving over his shaft and he forced her to take his length again, hissing. This damn elf. He nearly dropped his bottle as she went to the base, her throat swallowing him, her moaning running through his body and he felt his stomach tighten. He was starting to lose it.
He groaned despite himself. This stupid fucking elf. She was so eager on him, nearly forcing him to come and he dug his nails into her skull, trying to hold her still but she brought him too far. He let her continue until his nerves were on end, until he wanted to fuck her damn pussy until she was screaming and he took a drink before he came, biting the bottle as she teased him. He thrust into her damn mouth as he released, gripping the back of her head tight and she swallowed it, pulling off with a small cry, licking her lips and he tossed his half drunken bottle down when he saw her lick her fingers. Damn fucking stupid elf.
He was on her making her cry but he didn’t care. He was there to remind her who controlled who and his mouth was back on her lapping at her pussy tasting what was damn well his. His fingers joined, teasing her clit hard and she cried out, bucking. He smirked to himself, his own body still a bit hot from his own release making him a bit eager himself and he pushed his fingers into her, pumping while he lapped at her throbbing body. Her breathing increased and her body started shaking, thrusting back against him until he curled his fingers up, looking for that sweet spot that he knew would make her come and she thrashed.
“S-Siddgeir!” she cried, moving to get away but he forced her back, tonguing her clit, finding that damned sweet spot to press and she started shouting. If there was anyone in the Longhouse they would have heard her for sure and he milked it, making her scream his name, his blankets being torn and bed moving on the stones as she came, releasing fast. He pulled back, still fingering her as he licked his lips and her head was thrown back, her back arched as she clenched around him and he smirked.
Verbatim [7/?]
Date: 2014-03-15 02:12 am (UTC)“S-Siddgeir!” she cried out again, clenching hard around him. She let out a moan and collapsed, her body hitting the covered straw hard. He pulled out, his hand dripping from her release, her body still twisting below him and he grabbed her, forcing her to kiss him. She was still shaking, barely able to focus and he nipped at her ear making her moan.
“Aren’t you a good girl,” he smiled and she panted, trying hard to keep her eyes open but she was failing. He let her lay down as she was still revelling in her now third orgasm and he watched her, her small chest rising up and down.
He reached down, touching her right breast and she whimpered, covering herself which made him growl. She looked to him wearily, biting her lip. “N-Not there.”
He scowled. “Idiot,” he snapped but he relented. He wasn’t very impressed with her chest anyways but her telling him what to do did irritate him. But then again her utter submission to him did turn him on more than anything and he reached between her legs again and she shivered. She was probably sore but he didn’t care. He went back down, kissing her slit and she moaned.
“S-Siddgeir… please…” she whimpered and he glanced up at her, her flushed expression making him pause. “I want you… in me.”
He scoffed quietly. “Of course you do,” he muttered, going back down to tease her again. She started moaning again rather quick as he cleaned her, her sticky come on his tongue and he pushed his fingers back into her, feeling her tense. He was more concerned about solidifying her loyalty to him and he was gentle this time taking her off guard. She whimpered from above, twisting and he smiled to himself. It was almost too easy.
He didn’t relent until she had come three more times, each time she became louder, his name echoing through the Longhouse and his blankets became stained with her come and saliva. He didn’t stop her, encouraging her more as the looser she got the more she was desperate for him and she was kissing his neck hotly when he pushed her on her side, his hands running over her smooth skin. She tried to move back up but he slapped her back, biting her shoulder making her whimper. Her hair was sticking to her neck, sweat covering her body and he was hard again, nudging her thigh.
He stopped and moved off the bed, kicking open his dressed to pull out a small box which he had made Nenya order for him despite how much she didn’t want to. Inside was thick lubricant which had been sent from Morrowind, carefully packed so the bottles wouldn’t break. If those Dunmer women knew anything it was how to make good lubricant which didn’t surprise him.
He came back, slapping her ass making her yelp and he pulled the cork off, coating his fingers before he coated her. She was already wet but this made her slick and hot and he could barely wait as he used the rest on his cock. He pushed her legs open, ignoring her whimpers and he pinned her down, her body spread open for him.
He stared at her, drinking in how she was panting for him, her eyes only on him and he leaned over. “Kjersti,” he hissed and she flushed. “What do you want?”
“You,” she said immediately, twisting under his hands wanting him inside. He restrained himself but he kissed the side of her mouth to tease her, pleased with her answer.
“Good girl,” he complimented. “Good fucking girl.” She groaned at his words and he nipped at her ear making her jerk, panting after in anticipation. “I want you shouting my name, got it?” She nodded at his words and he reached down, pushing her thighs apart more as he teased her, purposely not pushing in which made her whimper.
She gripped his arms. “Siddgeir, please.”
“What?” he growled and she bit her lip, her nails dragging down his arms almost helpless which made him smirk. “Tell me what you want.”
“Y-You,” she said again and he scoffed.
“What do you want,” he emphasized.
Verbatim [8/?]
Date: 2014-03-15 02:13 am (UTC)“What do you want?” he hissed against her ear, tugging at her earlobe making her cry out. “Tell me what you want me to do, you stupid fucking elf?”
She finally got it and he was nearly at his limit himself, his cock dripping from how worked up he was getting. “I-I want you to fuck me!”
“Louder!”
“Fuck me!” she shouted, twisting in his grip. “P-Please, fuck me Siddgeir!”
He plunged into her making her howl and he groaned himself, how damn hot she was making him fuck without a thought. He didn’t allow her to relax, unable to himself and he was on her, forcing her against him as she started crying out, her legs moving to wrap around him.
He bit her neck, losing himself for a moment as he pounded the squirming elf as she cried his name and her arms came around his neck to try and kiss him but he pulled back, pinning her down again to dominate her. He was there to make her submissive to his whims, not let her easily get off like they were equals.
He gripped her neck, watching her breath stop, her insides clenching and he kissed her, moving up to grip her hair and force her head back. She wailed. “S-Siddgeir!” she shouted. “M-My Jarl! My Jarl, I-I’m-!”
He ignored her, fucking her harder but at the rate she was losing it, he pulled out and grabbed her, tossing her on her side before he re-entered, biting the back of her neck to knock her off guard. She cried out, helpless and she started squirming making him groan.
“You stupid fucking elf,” he hissed, pinning her down again so she was restricted under him and she panted, kicking at the blankets below.
“Siddgeir! Siddgeir, gods! D-Don’t stop!” she cried and he pushed her head down, tangling his hands into her black hair as he marked her neck more, the red kisses bright on her golden skin. “S-SIDDGEIR!”
He said nothing, a low growl stuck in his throat as her damned hot and eager body was causing him to lose it. She was still as tight as the day he first took her, her squirming and weak thrusts welcome against him, her cries loud enough to be heard outside his room and he stopped focusing on dominating her as to now getting off. She didn’t seem to protest and he let him mind go as he just took her like some savage animal.
She shook against him at some point, grabbing his hand to force it between her legs to help and he hissed as she tightened, how much she called for him, the bed creaking from her thrusts and he could tell when she came by her actions. She became wild and he had to nearly flatten her to stop but her damned motions were affecting him and he held her to his body as he started getting close, his legs starting to shake.
He really couldn’t remember much up to that point other than he probably held her a little tight to himself but that wasn’t his problem. She didn’t complain – she rather became more eager – and he didn’t bother pulling out as he finally hit his damn limit. He came inside her panting body, his nails digging into her skin as he did to make her tighten, his mind being filled with something incomprehensible and he merely fucked until his hips hurt and until she was whimpering his name again, her body hot and wet.
He hissed and bit at her ear, his mind slowly coming back as he eased off, sweat cooling on the back of his neck. He didn’t roll off her, not right away but once he did, the bed felt like a relief, cold against his back and neck. He relaxed, touching the bridge of his nose where he could feel his head throbbing but not from a headache. He was exhausted and he licked his lips, still tasting her on them.
She lay uselessly beside him, her legs moving up and she moaned as she reached between herself. He watched and she bit her lip, pressing against herself for a moment before her hand moved up, wet. She sighed, content and he rolled his eyes, looking back to the ceiling.
Verbatim [9/9]
Date: 2014-03-15 02:14 am (UTC)“No,” she said softly and she crawled to him, her cheek meeting his shoulder, her body warm and he let her. Mostly because he was too tired to shove her off. “My Jarl… I-I want to repay the favor.”
He looked down at her. “Is that so?” he muttered and she nodded.
“Anywhere, my Jarl,” she bit her lip. “I-If you want me to suck you off, I will. Multiple times. Anything to please you.”
He smirked. “You may come to regret that,” he said and she buried herself against him, kissing his skin. He held her to him, his hand moving into her hair to absently play with the strands and she dipped down against his neck, her breath light as her hands moved over his chest.
“Can I stay with you tonight?”
He sighed. “I suppose.”
She kissed his neck then moved to his jaw, her lips light against his skin and he turned, looking at her. She bit her lip and he pulled down her down for a proper one, dominating her again and she melted against him, whimpering. He didn’t hear when Nenya came back nor the sounds of Helvard hitting his bed hard from above. He was knocked out, his head full of nothing and beside him his Thane slept, her cheeks glowing and a smile on her lips.
When he woke in the morning she was curled against him and he moved away, tugging on some light robes as he went to take a leak, the light in the Longhouse making him groan. When he came back Nenya was up, carrying in some bread from the barracks and he looked at her. She looked to him for a second, her lips thin and he had to stop.
“What?” he snapped and she said nothing for a moment.
“The guards could hear you two last night,” she said and he stared at her before he smiled.
“Good,” he said and she scowled at him. “What’s your problem with it?”
“You shouldn’t abuse her feelings like this, Siddgeir,” she lectured and he rolled his eyes. “You know she cares about you more than you deserve.”
“Nenya, go fuck yourself,” he snapped as he moved back to his room, his neutral mood now going sour. “I’m staying in bed today so deal with the smallfolk and make sure my breakfast is hot and fresh, not the slop you usually feed me. Oh, and make it for two as the Thane is currently still naked and well-fucked in my goddamn bed.”
She said nothing, her disapproval apparent and he shut the door behind him, running a hand through his hair in irritation as he went back to his bed. He flopped back into it, annoyed and beside him, she stirred, moving to seek him out, her head curling against his chest and he sighed.
“Good morning,” she said softly and he looked down at her as she leaned against him. He nudged her awake.
“You wanted to repay the favor?” he asked and she slowly focused on him, her eyes still clouded with sleep. “Well today you can, Thane. You’re spending the day pleasuring me, understand?”
She turned a deep red, becoming alert and he smirked at her, reaching down to grab her hand to shove it on his cock. She flushed, looking down but her shoulders relaxed and she looked to him, licking her lips. “Anything special I should do?”
“Yes,” he smirked. “Make sure Nenya and the guards hear you.”
Her ears turned pink but she moved down, pulling his tunic up as her eyes focused on him. “Y-Yes, my Jarl.”
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Re: Verbatim [9/9]
Date: 2014-03-20 06:06 pm (UTC)Are you in my head nonny??? The whole time in my sobby state I wanted to see it from his perspective. You do a great job keeping his thoughts mysterious, even for a selfish brat.
Now I am tossing internet loves your way for managing to give me exactly what I wanted! Thanks for another great fill!!
Re: Verbatim [9/9]
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