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Adoration 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

Ulfric’s large hand was suddenly at her throat. She gasped and clawed at his hand, “Don’t lie to me, Dunmer.” He hissed and tightened his hold on her neck, “Why? How do I know you’re not a spy for the Empire?”

Sahara’s eyes widened, “I’m not—I swear I’m not a spy.” She gripped his wrist, “I…” She flushed, her gray skin turning dark and it was…quite lovely.

"Well?" It was only then that she smelled the stench of mead on his breath.

"I joined because," She closed her eyes and turned even redder, "Because I wanted to be close to you."

Ulfric was silent and Sahara started trembling. His fingers loosened, "Hm."

She opened her eyes slightly. He had a thoughtful look on his face again.

"I've never had an elf before." He said thoughtfully before dragging her by the neck to the large table. He pressed her down and she gasped. Tiny blue and red flags scattered across the table and onto the floor, "Don't move." He said as he unbuckled her pants and shoved them down. She gasped as the cold air hit her ass and bare pussy.

"Do all elves not have hair down here?" He asked as he shoved a thick finger inside her. She yelped. This was not what she had imagined her first time to be. She imagined candlelight and kissing and a nice, soft bed. Then again, she shouldn't have expected much from Ulfric. In the few months that she's been a Stormcloak, she saw how he treated the Nord women he sleeps with; not that he had a lot of time to sleep around with the war going on, but he definitely didn't treat them like this, like they're nothing but a common whore he picked up off of the alleys. It made her feel sick and dirty until he started pumping his finger inside her. She sucked in a breath at the new sensations that assailed her. He added another finger and started pumping his fingers in and out faster and harder.

Sahara whimpered and clutched at the sides of the table. Then, he stopped and she moaned her frustration. She heard shuffling behind her and the next thing she knew, something hard and definitely larger than his fingers were prodding her entrance. She sucked in a breath and whimpered, forcing herself to relax.

Ulfric held her hips and plunged into her, tearing through her maidenhead. He froze. "You're..."

Sahara sobbed and nodded weakly. Ulfric cursed softly and began moving more gently, careful not to cause her any more pain than necessary. Slowly, the pain was replaced by a pleasure so intense that she was sure she had died and gone to an alternate reality in the Misty Grove seeing as Sanguine would be the only one who would enjoy this little act of debauchery.

His thrusts grew stronger and she panted. She could feel his desperation, the growing frenzy that signified his nearing climax. He grabbed her hair and pulled her back, effectively disabling her from moving. Her pussy tightened around him and groaned loudly, his hips thrusting wildly. Sahara tightened even further before shattering into a million pieces as she reached her climax. Still, Ulfric rode her, his hips thrusting and grinding against her until finally, he tensed and growled low in his throat. She felt his hot seed spurt inside her. His cock jerked and her pussy clenched around him uncontrollably, milking him, making him moan and grunt.

Once he was done he pulled out, tucked himself back in his pants and pulled hers up. She could feel the pooling wetness on the leather of her pants. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air and for some reason, she felt...empty, dissatisfied. It wasn't the romantic, seductive lovemaking she had expected but instead it was like an animalistic rut.

Shame burned low in her gut and she couldn't meet his eyes. It wasn't that the sex wasn't good, in fact, it was fantastic. She doubted she would be able to resist him should he have the sudden urge to do that again. Her cheeks flamed. What would her mother say if she was alive?

Re: Adoration 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

So, A!A here! I'm not sure if I'm doing it right or if the angsty bits are lacking? please comment! Thank you!:P

Re: Adoration 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

Wow! I'm not OP but I think you're on to something here. Nice start! I look forward to the next segment with interest.

Re: Adoration 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

GULP!! passing visitor has found this, very hot, sexy and distressing ... I'd like to know how it goes! Check back soon!

Adoration 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

A!A here! Hi!!! Thanks for anon commenters!<3 I'm glad you think it's good:P
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Sahara couldn’t meet his eyes the next day.

“Ice-Veins,” He nodded, “I want you to go to the Falkreath Stormcloak Camp to meet Galmar.”

“Yes, my Jarl.” Sahara muttered. Ulfric looked up and frowned at her.

“Ice-Veins.”

“My Jarl?”

“Look at me when I am talking to you.” He said coldly. He watched the flush rise to her cheeks as she nodded and looked up timidly. What the hell happened?

“Yes, my Jarl.” She swallowed audibly, “I should take my leave now.” She bowed and started walking towards the door. A blast of air shut the heavy door in front of her. She stared at it, shivering, slightly. She knew what he did, she had used the Voice countless times herself so she knew that he had used the Unrelenting Force. It didn’t hit her instead it was aimed to her side so she’d feel the brush of power as it shut the door. It was the Voice that killed Torygg.

“Do not turn your back to me, Dunmer.” He was suddenly behind her, holding her neck and pushing her against the door, “Now, what in Oblivion did you do?”

“What?” She gasped, “I didn’t do anything, my Jarl.”

“Then why will you not meet my eyes?” He growled in her ear, “Are you a spy?”

Didn’t they already talk about this? Sahara frowned, “No, my Jarl. We’ve already settled this last night.” Her cheeks burned at the memory of what they did, “I’m not a spy for the Legion, my Jarl.”

“Last night?” He sounded confused, “What happened last night?” He pressed her harder against the wood and she felt tears spring up from her eyes.

“You called me here.” She said, “And asked if I was a spy since I was the only Dunmer Stormcloak.” She felt his hard body through the Thieves’ Guild armor she chose to wear today and felt warmth pool in her stomach.

“And?”
“You asked what I was doing here and…and I said that I—I wanted to be close to you.” She shut her eyes, heat flooding her cheeks as she tried to hold back her tears. It was humiliating, having to go through this again.

“Really?” He loosened his hold on her, “And then?”

“My Jarl?” He didn’t expect her to say it, did he? She didn’t want to think of how callous and painful last night was. She always knew she would give up her virginity to him should he ask but he didn’t ask, at least, not really. Instead he just took what he wanted and he doesn’t even remember it the day after. Why? Was it really so unremarkable that he couldn’t be bothered to remember?

“Then what happened?” He tightened his hold on her again, “And do not think to lie to me, Dunmer or I will personally cut you down right here.”

Sahara made a soft sound. Why was he doing this? Before last night he was the epitome of the aloof nobleman and now he was…what was he being? “W-we,” She shuddered, “We…” She muttered the rest and he seemed to have understood. He released her abruptly before seizing her again and dragging her to the table.

“Like this?” He growled in her ear. He kicked her legs apart and pressed himself against her. She nodded frantically, “A pity I cannot remember.” He whispered and nipped the tip of her pointed ear. She gasped, “But that means I would have to replay it now don’t I?”

Sahara whimpered. Her mind was rebelling but her body and her heart were urging her to move against him.

Ulfric pulled her leather pants down and took a step back to observe what he had uncovered. “Your body betrays you, Ice-Veins.” Sahara whimpered and shivered. She didn’t want it, not like this. She wanted flowers and candlelight, an Amulet of Mara, not this. She felt like Haelga from Riften except she wasn’t proud of what she was doing, of how her body was reacting. Wasn’t love supposed to be about two people walking side-by-side to the ends of the earth and through Oblivion? Wasn’t that what Vilkas meant when he had seen her wearing the Amulet of Mara a few months back? So why was it like this? Why didn’t Ulfric love her?

She heard his pants fall and she sucked in a breath. For the second time in less than twelve hours she felt his cock prodding her entrance. She expected him to shove it in quickly like the night before and was surprised when he took it slowly.

Adoration 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

Ulfric pumped his hips gently and realized that he was fucking a gray-skin. He froze for a moment before groaning and slamming into her roughly. She gasped and cried out.

“Talos,” He hissed, “You’re tight.” She sobbed and held onto the edges of the table as he hastened his pace. The sound of their skin slapping against each other wetly echoed in the war room. Ulfric grunted. His skin felt hot against hers, like a furnace. It was no wonder the Nords weren’t too bothered by the cold. Her pussy tightened around him and she shivered at how full she felt. He slammed into her harder, pushing her forward into the table. She shouldn’t feel pleasure in this but she did and she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t help the way her body tensed and clenched tightly around his plundering cock, couldn’t help but shiver as he pulled her hair up, bowing her, couldn’t help that she wanted him to kiss her just once and disappointed that he didn’t.

Ulfric bit the sensitive skin where her shoulder met her neck and sucked harshly, marking her, telling the world that she was his. She winced and tightened around him again, making him grunt and move faster.

“By the Nines,” He groaned. His fist tightened on her hair as he pounded into her jerkily, uncontrollably, “If you’re this tight I’d love to know how much tighter your ass is.”

His rough growl sent her over the edge. Her eyes rolled back and she screamed her climax. Ulfric continued thrusting into her, through her orgasm, before growling and shuddering above her. His fingers dug into her hip and she was sure that he had pulled off locks of her hair as he pulled. His cock jerked inside her, his warm seed filling her channel as he pumped his hips almost desperately.

After a while, his thrusts had slowed, turning lazy before finally stopping. They were both panting and sweaty, their clothes clinging onto their bodies. She thought he was done but she was wrong. He walked up to the other end of the table and flipped her before pulling her forward by the arms. She gasped as the tiny red and blue flags jabbed against her skull and the exposed skin on her neck.

“Open,” Ulfric growled, aligning his glistening cock to her mouth. Her eyes widened and he grabbed her chin, “Never done this before?” She shook her head and a glint flashed in his eyes, “Good. Open your mouth.” She opened her mouth obediently. He inserted his cock in her mouth and she could taste their combined juices on him. She sucked and licked at his urging, cleaning him gently. He started thrusting his hips again and soon he was thrusting down her throat, choking her. He wrapped his fingers around her throat and she moaned. His cock twitched and his hips jerked uncontrollably, “Again,” He said hoarsely, pressing down on her throat as she moaned. The vibrations seemed to throw him into a frenzy as he started thrusting wildly in her mouth.

Sahara choked and coughed but he kept thrusting. Her saliva was sliding down her cheek and on her nose and eyes. The salty, slightly bitter taste of him teased her taste buds as his musky scent grew stronger. She knew he was close, knew he would soon unload in her mouth so she tightened her throat around him, making him gasp and thrust faster and harder into her mouth.

Ulfric tensed suddenly. Sahara felt his cock twitch and undulate in her mouth like it had its own life as it spewed his seed down her throat. She held him tightly in her lips, swallowing the salty-bitter liquid. She sucked, hollowed her cheeks and his head fell back as his hips thrust weakly into her mouth and his cock jerked one last time. He shuddered and sighed as he pulled himself out of her mouth gently.

He tucked himself in his pants before pulling her off of his table and pulling her pants up. She felt like a child all of a sudden. The taste of his seed was still in her mouth and once again she felt dirty. He wiped the saliva off of her face with his sleeves.

“Best you go to Falkreath now. Galmar would be waiting for you.” He said coolly, like nothing happened. He turned to his table and frowned at the scattered flags, “So that’s how they ended up on the floor this morning.”

Adoration 4.5/?

[(Anonymous)]

Sahara looked down, tears burning the back of her eyes, “Yes, my Jarl.” She croaked and opened the door before sneaking out. She felt the knowing, pitying stare of Jorleif so she walked faster to the large doors that led out into the cold. She dragged herself to the gates, the sweat and juices drying.

Once she stepped out of Windhelm, she let the tears fall.

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A!A: Ugh. stupid word limit:\ That's it for tonight! Enjoy!:P

Re: Adoration 4.5/?

[(Anonymous)]

sexy and terribly painful! but I wonder if she will react!

Re: Adoration 4.5/?

[(Anonymous)]

very .... very unforgiving Ulfric ....continues ahrrr nice ... I still hope for a change of heart of this Jarl .. poor girl .. :)

Re: Adoration 4.5/?

[(Anonymous)]

Hi OPs! A!A here! I'm just wondering if you'd all like the two of them to end up together, like actually together or would she move on eventually? Should she be High Queen or should she treat this whole experience as a learning experience and settle down with some nice guy from another hold? *though personally I'd prefer she end up with Ulfric and become High Queen xD*

Adoration 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

A!A: This is the longest fill I've ever done:O also please answer the question I posted earlier regarding the final outcome of the story! Thanks!<3
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It took her more than fourteen hours to get to Falkreath. Her job had been to free prisoners from Fort Neugrad and Ralof had said there was an underground passage to the dungeons. By the end of the brutal six-hour fight, she was freezing and hungry and tired. She had cuts all over her body and she’d need to find herself a new set of armor. Thank goodness she had the foresight to change into a standard Stormcloak armor before starting.

“Aren’t you staying for a bit?” Ralof asked once they arrived back at camp. Sahara shook her head. Ralof had always been nice to her. He had led her out of Helgen and to Riverside and he had been one of the truest friends she’d had. He seemed so happy to see her too. Why couldn’t she have been attracted to him instead? He was handsome enough, and sweet and thoughtful. He knew her well and was so in tuned with her and her him that they didn’t have to communicate verbally while in a fight. They were almost always so choreographed. “Sahara,” She looked at him, “Is anything the matter?”

Sahara gave him a wan smile and shook her head, “I’m just…tired.” Ralof frowned at her and nodded.

“Why don’t you come and give your best man a hug, huh?” He opened his arms and she went in them willingly. He was so warm and sweet, so unlike her Jarl. She felt tears sting the back of her eyes again, “You know I’m right here if you need to talk, right?”

“I know.” She mumbled.

“That’s my girl.” He said, chuckling, “Well, off you go back to Windhelm.”

“Thank you, Ralof.” She said, smiling softly, “You’re a good friend.” He grinned and she changed back into her Thieves’ Guild armor before making her way back to Windhelm.

It was dark when she arrived in Windhelm so instead of going up to the Palace of the Kings, she went straight to her old house in the Gray Quarter. She hated it here, hated the pollution and the dirt and the cramped spaces but she grew up here and will probably die here too if she survives trying to defeat Alduin.

At exactly nine in the morning she was at the Palace, waiting for Ulfric. He stormed down to the war room looking furious. He ordered everybody out and called Sahara in.

“Why did you not report as soon as you arrived?” He demanded, “Shut the door.”

Sahara obeyed quietly.

“Well?”

“I apologize, my Jarl. It was three in the morning and it had been a long day.” She didn’t meet his eyes, “I will not make the same mistake again.”

“You better not.” He said harshly and brushed his hair back from his rugged face, “You did a good job, Bone-Breaker. You can now purchase Hjerim from Jorleif if you want.” He shrugged, “I’d prefer one of the my best warriors close.”

Sahara relaxed and smiled slightly. She felt proud of herself at the moment, thinking that she’s finally proven to Ulfric and to everyone that Dunmers aren’t useless. She loved that he admitted that she was one of his best warriors. “Thank you, my Jarl.”

“Come see me later. I have more work for you.” With that, she was dismissed. He seemed distracted but still detached. Her joy dimmed slightly, seeing as he didn’t seem to be affected by her as she was by him. Shouldn’t a man who had slept with the same woman twice be at least affected by her presence? Or did that only count for her since he was her first?

“Yes, my Jarl.” She muttered and left quietly. She bought the property and ordered for a cleanup. She’s seen the state of it, in fact, she had been the one to capture the Butcher and kill him so he wouldn’t kill any more women and she didn’t want to go home to a place full of gore and bones.

To pass the time she idled in the Great Hall. She had bought furnishings for her house as well and couldn’t wait to see how it looks after everything is in place. She went back into the war room and waited for Ulfric’s orders. He looked exhausted and stressed despite the fact that it was just noon.

“Come here, Bone-Breaker.” He said, motioning for her, “Shut the door behind you.”

At the back of her mind she knew what he intended. Her body heated at the thought and her heart ached. She shut the door quietly and made her way towards him. She didn’t meet his eyes.

Adoration 6/?

[(Anonymous)]

“Follow me.” He said as he went up to the second floor. She frowned, was he going to bring her to his chambers? She followed him up but instead of his chambers he went inside hers. He had given her a room in the Palace a few months back when she had proven herself worthy to join the Stormcloaks but she rarely used it, “Shut the door.”

Sahara closed the door and waited. Ulfric sat on the large bed and stared at her, making her uncomfortable.

“Take off your armor.” He finally said and she looked up, surprised. He arched a brow.

“My Jarl?”

His eyes narrowed, “I do not like repeating myself, Bone-Breaker.” Sahara flushed and nodded, unbuckling her armor and wiggling out of them.

He was frowning and she realized that she has yet to clean out her wounds. She winced.

“How injured are you?” He asked, standing up and going to the washbasin. She stared at him, confused.

“I’ve had worse, my Jarl.” She said quietly.

“Ulfric.” He said simply, “I want you to call me Ulfric when it’s just the two of us.” Heat suffused her cheeks and she felt butterflies in her stomach. He wanted her to call him by his name?

“Ulfric.” She said, testing it out and finding that she liked the way it rolled out of her mouth. He walked towards her and started wiping the washcloth on her body. What was he doing? “M-my Jarl! U-Ulfric, I can do this myself.” She said, trying to take the rag from his hand. He arched a brow and frowned disapprovingly.

“I do what I want, Bone-Breaker and right now I want to explore.” He said and continued his slow exploration of her body. She felt embarrassed of her scars all of a sudden, both old and knew. She knew some of them were barely visible but to her they would always stand out in her gray skin. She’s seen the Nord women Ulfric normally slept with and they were beautiful. Their skins were pale and milky and their hips wide. Their breasts were large too and she felt a little sad that hers were a little on the small side.

Why was he being so attentive though?

Her question was answered moments later when he finished cleaning her. He pulled her across the room and pushed her to the bed gently. She knew what was going to happen then so she settled on her knees, her weight supported by her elbows.

“Hmm. I see you’re a fast learner.” He grumbled and shed his furs. She turned, catching a glimpse of him over her shoulder and her mouth watered at the sight of him. His shoulders were broad and he had numerous scars on his body. Torture scars. She shivered. His chest was wide and his hips trim. His pelvic bones were very defined and she bit her lip upon seeing his erect member. Seeing it in broad daylight made her realize just how big he actually was and she wondered briefly how he managed to fit into her.

Ulfric’s brow arched again and his lip quirked into an amused smile, “Done admiring, Bone-Breaker?” She flushed and turned to face forward again. He chuckled and knelt on the bed.


A!A: So, the smut will come in the next bit. Enjoy this little teaser!:P Goodnight!:)

Re: Adoration 6/?

[(Anonymous)]

really nice chapter! I like that there is a slight bit of pain! But I have to be honest .. I prefer that....in a way not simple for Ulfric.. she ends up with him! The Jarl at the bottom is a very handsome man! but I'd like that in the end is him... to adore her!Look for the smut!

Re: Adoration 6/?

[(Anonymous)]

High Queen! Of course, but how to get to it only you know! I love the sexy jarl

Re: Adoration 6/?

[(Anonymous)]

Well after this I need a jarl and a queen! though Ulfric deserves a lesson! but underneath I think he's a bit taken from Sahara

Re: Adoration 6/?

[(Anonymous)]

A!A here:P haha yes I think so too though he doesn't want to show it since she's a 'filthy gray-skin' I love how this is turning out xD

Adoration 7/?

[(Anonymous)]

A!A: I just realized that I said Riverside instead of Riverwood *I've been playing Thief><* so yes. hehe. my bad. So~ Here is the next parts! (because of the stupid word limit I have to separate them)
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One hand spread her ass cheek and the other he used to guide his cock into her tight pussy. He was met with little resistance and Sahara shuddered, her head dropping to her arms as he pushed into her slowly. He spread her thighs wider as he tried to push his whole length and girth into her and she whimpered.

With one great thrust, he was seated balls deep into her heat and he groaned softly. “Talos,” He hissed, “Are all you elves this tight? Damn it, this is the third time and you’re just as tight as before.”

“Y-you don’t even remember the first,” She gasped and he slapped her right butt cheek. She yelped and felt the sting turn into heat. She clenched her inner muscles and he grunted before he started thrusting leisurely. She squirmed, trying to urge him to go faster.

“Seems you like that.” He said thoughtfully in a low voice. He caressed the red imprint of his hand on her gray skin before slapping her other cheek. She yelped again and he thrust hard, anticipating her tightening. He groaned and she buried her face in the pillows.

He let go of her ass and wrapped his hand around her long black hair and pulled, “Scream,” He whispered in her ear hoarsely, “I want to hear you scream.” He nipped the sensitive tip of her ear and she moaned, “That’s it, Dragonborn, louder, I want everyone to know what we’re doing up here.” His chest was pressed up against her back and he pounded into her faster and harder. His hand shot forward, settling next to hers in an attempt to stabilize them.

“Please,” She sobbed. Her pussy tightened around him and he growled, going even faster. The bed creaked and shook at the force of their fucking.

She was so close and she shuddered. Her fingers curled and clutched at the cool green blanket and she started rocking back in time with his hard thrusts. She was desperate for release. The heat in her stomach was coiled up tight, tense, waiting for that one push that would send her over the edge.

Ulfric’s fingers tightened and she felt her climax drawing closer, “No.” He growled sharply, “You will not cum until I tell you to.” He slowed his thrusts and she cried out desperately.

Sahara shuddered and sobbed, “Please,” Her pussy clenched and unclenched around him uncontrollably and he thrust once before stopping completely. His cock pulsed inside her, hard and hot and large but he wouldn’t move so she tried grinding her hips against hers. He cursed softly and released her hair. She gasped and her face landed in the pillows. He leaned back slightly, the friction frustrating and delicious at the same time.

“Don’t move.” He snarled and a sharp sound echoed as he slapped her butt cheek again. She moaned and shivered. He slapped her ass three more times before leaning over her again and whispering, “Beg.”

Sahara’s breath left her body. She’s never begged anyone for anything her entire life and here he was demanding that she beg him. He started thrusting again, slowly and shallowly and she trembled with need. “P-please,” She sobbed. Her eyes were shut and tears threatened to fall, “Please,”

“What do you want, Elf?” He whispered in his dark, seductive voice. Who would have thought that this was the real Ulfric? “Tell me,” He purred and thrust into her hard. She gasped.

Adoration 7.5/?

[(Anonymous)]

“I w-want—“ She gasped as he gave her another hard thrust, “I w-want t-to…” She moaned. His hand went around her waist and down to her clit. He pressed against it harshly and she yelped.

“Yes?” He alternated his strokes and it was driving her crazy, “What do you want?”

“I want to cum!” She sobbed, “Please Ulfric,” She shuddered as he rubbed her nub roughly, “Please!” He growled, satisfied and started pumping into her fast and hard. She gasped and he pushed her down, her face pressed against the pillows and her hands flailing, trying to grab onto something.

His hands were on her hips again and he spread her reddened cheeks apart as he pounded into her weeping, clenching pussy. His thrusts grew sloppier and he panted over her as his thrusts grew more erratic. His thrusts grew shallower, his cock barely leaving her pussy before thrusting back harder and harder. Her pussy tightened around his cock like a vice and he gave a long groan, his hips grinding against hers.

“Cum,” He hissed, “Cum now.” Sahara started shuddering and her pussy held his cock tightly, milking and urging it to give her more of his seed. She screamed his name and he shuddered, gasping and groaning as his cock pumped cum into her convulsing pussy.

After a few moments, their shuddering stopped and they both fought to catch their breath. Ulfric was still hard as a rock but instead of continuing like she thought he would, he pulled out. She was a little disappointed as she felt his seed trickling down her thigh. Her knees gave out long ago and without Ulfric’s support, she now lay sprawled on the bed, boneless.

Then she felt his fingers prod her asshole and she tensed. What was he doing? He’s not supposed touch that place was he? He rubbed her puckered hole and she shivered but before he could do anything more, there was a knock on the door. Ulfric growled and stood.

“My Jarl,” The soldier said through the door, “Galmar Stone-Fist has just arrived.”

Ulfric ran his fingers through his hair and sighed with frustration. He eyed his erection before looking at Sahara’s naked body. “Fine.” He hissed, “I will be down in a few.” He said loudly.

“Yes, my Jarl.” The soldier said through the door and his footsteps receded.

“We’ll finish this another time.” Ulfric said, his composure back.

He dressed quickly and tossed her armor at her before leaving. He didn’t even turn back to look at her.


A!A: Enjoy!:) hurts coming up in the next chappie:P

Adoration 8/?

[(Anonymous)]

Ulfric looked at Galmar stoically.

“What,” Galmar said, “Did I interrupt something?” He crossed his arms and smirked, “So you’ve resorted to doing bedding during the day?”

Ulfric grunted.

“Fine, fine, don’t tell me.” He shook his head, “Bone-Breaker did very good in Neugrad. We should take over the Reach soon before the Legion manages to pick up the pieces.”

“No,” Ulfric said calmly, “They will be expecting another attack. Many of our men are injured. We should wait for a month or two before we strike an attack in the Reach.”

“But their numbers are down right now,” Galmar argued, “And thanks to Bone-Breaker none of the men who went in Neugrad died.”

“Still the men need rest especially those who were imprisoned.” Ulfric shook his head and crossed his arms, “And Bone-Breaker was injured. I offered her Hjerim and I intend that she uses it to rest.”

Galmar’s eyes narrowed, “It’s not just any lass you’re bedding aren’t you? It’s Bone-Breaker!” When Ulfric didn’t say anything, he cursed, “What have you done?”

Ulfric’s brow lifted, “I have never tried an elf so I did.”

“But that’s the Dragonborn, not a common street whore.” Galmar gestured wildly, “And I like that lass. She’s quiet and a good fighter. You could have gotten some other elf anyhow. Who would be dumb enough to refuse the Jarl?”

“But she’s here which saves me the effort to look for someone in the streets. Talos knows the gray-skins aren’t very fond of me.”

“Nor you them.” Galmar scowled, “So why?”

Ulfric shrugged, “I wanted to see what the difference was. Anyway, it doesn’t matter who it was. They’re all the same to me.”

“But this girl is the last Dragonborn.” Galmar hissed, “The legend, the very soul of Skyrim’s history. By the Nines, she could even go to the Imperial City and claim the throne!”

“But she won’t,” Ulfric said in his no-nonsense voice, “But if she did then good for us.”

Galmar sighed with frustration, “Ulfric,”

“Don’t give me that tone, Galmar,” Ulfric sighed too, “I was curious and needed a way to relax and it just so happened that she was there.”

Galmar looked resigned, “The men are waiting in the Great Hall.” He said finally, changing the subject. Ulfric nodded and led the way out of the war room to meet his soldiers.
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Sahara leaned against the cold stone, wall. Ulfric’s words felt like a dagger straight through her heart and she held back a sob. She walked quietly back up the stairs to her room. It still smelled like sex and sweat and when she shut the door she leaned against it and let the tears fall.

It was stupid of her to think that Ulfric would at least care about her and think of her as something more than a quick roll in the hay. After all, he’s never bedded the same woman twice. But she was wrong. He didn’t think of her as anything other than a way to release tension and the fact that her body didn’t seem to mind that it was just being used made her feel dirty. She sobbed quietly. For twelve years she’s looked up to him, fantasized about him, imagined that one day he would look at her, smile and say, “You’re beautiful.” Instead, here she was, one of the women who was intimate with him but despite that she felt as though there was a great chasm between them and that she didn’t even stand a chance. She should’ve known that it was only curiosity and convenience that spurred him and yet she allowed herself to hope.

“It doesn’t matter who it is.” His words echoed in her head, “They’re all the same to me.” More tears spilled out and she hiccupped as she tried to drown the sound. He sounded so cold. Her bum still stung from when he slapped her and she had enjoyed it! What kind of dirty whore was she? What would her mother say? Shame, ugly and boiling rolled in her stomach and she suddenly felt sick. She stumbled up, grabbed a bucket and heaved but nothing came out. She slid to the floor again

The cold seeped through her armor and for once she didn’t care. Her body grew numb and the tears fell silently now. Slowly, the pain in her heart disappeared and she felt numb. Her dreams of a future, of at least being friends with her Jarl were shattered. She knew he wasn’t very fond of the Dunmers but he tolerated them, allowed them to own businesses and live in Windhelm, so why couldn’t he have at least cared?

Re: Adoration 8/?

[(Anonymous)]

A!A here! I'm not sure if this is angsty/hurty enough:( I haven't done much sad, dramatic scenes but I hope this is acceptable! The story is almost at its turning point I think and I can't wait for it to be completed:P

Adoration 12/?

[(Anonymous)]

What did she expect? Sahara brushed away the tears as she tried to sleep. After awhile she gave up and sighed. She should go see her family, they were sure to be missing her, especially Cicero. He was rather fond of Cicero despite his weirdness and he knew the Night Mother would have something for her. After all, she’s been gone for quite a while now, running around for Ulfric. She slipped out of her room and made her way downstairs, grateful that Ulfric wasn’t in the war room. She informed Jorleif of her departure in the event that Ulfric looks for her, which she doubts, and made her way to Hjerim.

She had changed to her Shrouded Armor. The hood gave her some semblance of privacy. People are very scared of the Brotherhood but they don’t know about the unique armor unlike the Thieves’ Guild whose armor is very telling, especially to the guards. She summoned Lucien Lachance and stalked out into the cold.

"Windhelm. White as bone, and cold as the Void.” Lucien commented as he followed Sahara to the gates. She preferred having Lucien around whenever she traveled instead of a companion since Lucien was already dead and can be summoned again and again.

They were silent save for a few comments here and there about Lucien’s past as they made their way to Dawnstar. She found out long ago that he had a protégé that was a hero just like her, how he had favored him or her. He never really specified the gender. Once they reached Dawnstar, they made their way into the new Sanctuary. She smiled as she felt the thick air close around them like an embrace.

"Dreary, dank, and dimly lit. Truly a Sanctuary to call home." Lucien said and Sahara had to agree.

“I’m home,” She called out, hearing the excited squeal of a jester and the frustrated grunt of a Redguard.
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“Where is she?” Ulfric demanded as he stormed down the stairs. His soldiers shied away from him, the cowards. He had fallen asleep and when he went to check in her bedroom, it was cold and empty, signifying that she has been gone for a long time. For a moment he was afraid that she had run away and betrayed him for the Legion but he knew she wouldn’t do that, not really. She followed through with her promises, that much he knew.

“Sir?” Jorleif looked at him blankly.

“The elf.” He said through gritted teeth, “Sahara.” It was the first time he said her name out loud and it sent a shiver down his spine. Odd.

“She has informed me that she was going to Dawnstar to visit with her family.” The steward said. Ulfric narrowed his eyes.

“What family?” He growled, “She grew up here, in the Gray Quarter.”

Jorleif cocked his head sideways and frowned, “Don’t you know, sir?”

His anger suddenly drained from him and was replaced by suspicion. Did she have her own family? Children? A husband? He never asked and he had seen how the Dunmers in the Quarter are, how open they are with their bodies.

“Know what?” Jorleif looked indecisive. Ulfric had never seen his steward hesitant before.

“Not here, my Jarl.” Jorleif said, gesturing to the war room. What was so important that it had to be said in the war room? But Jorleif didn’t stop at the war room. He went all the way up to Ulfric’s chambers, frowning slightly at the messed up bed, before shutting the door.

“Well?” Ulfric crossed his arms and tapped his foot.

“Well you see, my Jarl.” Jorleif swallowed audibly, “The Dragonborn is widely known in Skyrim. She is the Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold,” Ulfric’s brow quirked upward, “The Harbinger of the Companions,” Ulfric motioned for him to continue, “The Champion of all the Daedric Princes,” Both of Ulfric’s brows shot up at this, “The Guildmaster of the Thieves’ Guild,” Jorleif’s voice was increasingly getting softer and softer, “And the Listener to the Dark Brotherhood.” He swallowed and whet his lips, “My Jarl, she was the one who had killed Emperor Titus Mede.”

(I CUT THIS IN HALF CUZ OF THE STUPID WORD LIMIT:( )

Adoration 15/?

[(Anonymous)]

Hey! The next few will revolve around Ulfric since Sahara totally shut down on him. So it's ending soon (like really soon) so yes. Enjoy!
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“Sahara…” Ulfric breathed, shell-shocked. He took a step toward her, intending to apologize but she stood, gracefully and coolly.

“My Jarl,” She bowed, “I should be on my way.” She brushed past him and he stared at her, tense and disgusted with himself. After awhile he managed to unfreeze himself and run after her but she was gone. He scrubbed his face with his hand in frustration. What had he done?

Days turned to weeks as Ulfric tried again and again to corner her and apologize, heck, he would even grovel and beg for her forgiveness but every time he tried she would pull down her pants and bend over, effectively cutting off all his intentions of apologizing and every time they finished she would pull up her pants, bow and leave him cold, dissatisfied and ashamed of himself.

He wasn’t the only one who had noticed the change in her. Galmar had been glaring at him and Ralof, despite trying to hide it, exuded so much hate that it surprised him that the captain didn’t just go up to him while he slept to off him. Snow-Hammer, as Sahara was now called, had successfully intercepted a Legion courier and they were now taking over Fort Snowhawk. He wasn’t very worried seeing as there weren’t that many Legionnaires in the Fort at the moment. Soon he would issue an attack to Fort Hraggstad and finally, Solitude. He intended to join his soldiers in Solitude and if all goes to plan, he would force Elisif to swear allegiance to him.

Months ago he would have forced Elisif into the position of High Queen seeing as she was groomed to be the High Queen the moment she had been chosen to marry Torygg but times have changed. He couldn’t see the beautiful Nord as the High Queen, not anymore. What he saw in his mind and dreams was a little alarming but not quite shocking as he knew at the back of his mind that he was feeling something for the little Dunmer that had been tormenting his thoughts day and night. It scared him, made him realize that all his life he had thought the Dunmer as something just a little higher than animals, lower than them, with no lives or feelings, just beings that lived in a section of his city.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Ulfric sighed and waited. He’d been doing a lot of waiting lately. He planned to have his soldiers attack Hraggstad in a week’s time, to shuffle things up, so the Legion wouldn’t expect them. He heard the massive doors open and close but he didn’t move from his throne. He watched Sahara sashay into view in her Stormcloak armor. Ever since that Forsworn incident she never wore anything other than the Stormcloak armor in front of him. He never thought he’d miss the admittedly sexy armor.

“Snowhawk is ours, my Jarl.” She said coolly, bowing.

“I didn’t think otherwise, Stormblade.” Ulfric grumbled, eyeing his best warrior, “Rest. In a week’s time you’re going to see Galmar in the Stormcloak camp in Haafingar.”

“Yes, my Jarl.” She hesitated, glancing nervously at the war room, “Am I dismissed, my Jarl?”

“Yes,” Ulfric grunted and watched her leave when all he wanted to do was to fuck her to Oblivion. Of course, she wouldn’t like that and he wanted to make amends to her before he does that.

What was wrong with him?

He never realized how cold his throne was.

Adoration 17/?

[(Anonymous)]

hi guys! I'm so happy that you guys liked it! This fill is again cut into two (or three? I'm not quite sure) Have fun!
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It wasn’t often that Ulfric ventured out of his Palace but this time he insisted on escorting Sahara home to Hjerim. She was embarrassed by her show of tears and slightly aghast at her ruining of his tunic. He shrugged and changed right in front of her, making her mouth water.

Then he offered to bring her home. He was genuinely curious as to what the inside of the cursed house looked like now and he didn’t want any interruptions to what he was planning.

Sahara led the way, conscious of the man walking closely behind her. As always, the hearth was lit. “Stew?” She asked nervously as he invited himself in.

“As long as it’s not Potage le Magnifique I wouldn’t mind.” Ulfric said with amusement. Sahara flushed and she bustled in the kitchen, stirring the cooking pot.

“It’s beef stew,” She said. She ladled the hearty stew into two wooden bowls and brought it out. They ate silently. The act of eating seemed so domestic and different from their usual interactions but it was a nice change of pace.

“Tell me about you,” Ulfric finally said. He finished his stew and poured mead for the both of them.

Sahara frowned, “What do you want to know, my Jarl?” Ulfric arched a brow, “Ulfric.” She flushed.

Ulfric shrugged, “Anything, everything.”

“Well,” Sahara frowned and thought about what to tell him, “I grew up here, in Windhelm. My mother was a shopkeeper and I used to help her sell her wares. When she grew ill I couldn’t take care of her and maintain the shop so I had to close it down but that’s fine.” She shrugged, “I did odd jobs, little chores and errands for people all around Skyrim so I could buy my mother medication.” She bit her lip before saying, “She died just as I found out that I was Dragonborn.”

“She must be proud of you.” Ulfric said softly.

Sahara chuckled, “I hope so. I was such a problematic child.” She sighed, “I never got along with the other Dunmer kids and their parents usually told them to stay away from me. Apparently you weren’t a popular choice with the Dunmers.”

“My fault,” Ulfric said and sighed, “I suppose I never really thought about what my actions.”

“Nonsense,” Sahara said, “We all know you should be High King.”

“I like the confidence.” Ulfric chuckled, “And the Thieves’ Guild and the Dark Brotherhood?”

Sahara bit her lip, wondering if she should tell him the truth. Eventually she decided that she might as well trust her lover. “Well, the Guild was just a happenstance. I was walking to Riften and I met my…erm, recruiter I suppose. It got me curious so I joined.” She shrugged, “Through a series of circumstances I ended up the Guildmaster.” She shrugged, “The Brotherhood on the other hand I joined willingly.” Ulfric arched his brow, “Aventus,”

“The Aretino boy?” He frowned. Wasn’t he sent to Riften?

“Yes, him. He performed the Black Sacrament and I arrived. He assumed I was with the Brotherhood and enlisted me to kill Grelod the Kind.” She laughed quietly, almost embarrassed, “I had nothing to live for so why not? I went to Riften and shot her. When I woke up I was in an abandoned house with this woman…” She sighed, remembering Astrid’s betrayal, “She was the leader of the Brotherhood but she betrayed us to the Penitus Oculatus.” She sighed, “It was a terrible loss of good family.”

Ulfric nodded, “I’m sorry.” He said sincerely, “Don’t worry, I swear to Talos that I won’t hunt down the Brotherhood or the Guild once we’ve achieved our goals.”

“Really?” Sahara smiled slowly, widely and Ulfric was stunned. She never smiled at him like this before. She jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly, “Thank you.” She said, laughing softly, “They’re the only family I have left.”

“You have us,” Ulfric said solemnly, “The Stormcloaks are your family too.”

Sahara grinned, her eyes sparkling. Ulfric suddenly stood and she gasped, almost falling off of him.

“Ulfric?” She wondered if she did something wrong but before she could ask, his mouth descended onto hers. The kiss was soft, barely there and she moaned quietly. He pressed his lips against hers more firmly and he licked her bottom lip, “What are you doing?” She breathed, staring into his dark eyes.

Adoration 18/?

[(Anonymous)]

Hi! So I made sure the dark-ish, kinky side is still there:P (thanks OP for pointing out to me that's it'll be too un-Ulfric if it suddenly turned too tender). I might be going on a road trip sometime today (Wednesday, April 9th) or tomorrow and it'll be a 12-14 hour trip so I might not be able to update at my regular time (around now) which is why the next fill is pretty long:P
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It was noon and Ulfric wasn’t in the war room, his chambers or in Sahara’s room. Galmar wasn’t sure what to think. Had his friend and Jarl been kidnapped? How was that possible? Nobody has seen him since the night before and was starting to get frantic trying to figure out where he went.

“Ralof!” Galmar shouted and the captain came stalking forward, “Do you have any idea where Ulfric could be?”

Ralof scratched his chin and eyed the burly man. He was much like a bear, very big and cuddly in a weird way. He was looking pretty frantic and close to panicking by now but he wasn’t sure if he should suggest looking for him in Hjerim since he was pretty sure that was where he was.

Finally, he conceded before Galmar decides to raze Windhelm to the ground to the ground just to find the errant Jarl.

“Check Hjerim,” Ralof said, smiling slightly at Galmar’s dumbfounded look. He scowled and stormed out.

Ralof sighed and then chuckled.
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Sahara moaned and shifted, feeling something warm and wet trailing down her neck. She shivered and pushed the man away, “Ralof,” She hissed sleepily, “I’m not interested in you.”

Ulfric arched a brow, wondering why in the world would Ralof be in bed with Sahara. He leaned down again, nipping her shoulder. Sahara groaned and tried to shift away.

“I’m having a nice dream, go away.” She moaned and snuggled closer to her pillow.

“Hm? What about?” Ulfric asked, laughing slightly.

Sahara murmured his name and sniffed before settling down again. Ulfric laughed again, louder this time.

“Shut up,” Sahara groaned and pulled the covers over her head. Ulfric pried it back down, enough that he could lean over her ear.

“Now why would you be dreaming about me, Dragonborn?” He purred hotly in her ear. She shifted and her eyes snapped open. She gasped when she saw him, remembering what happened the night before. She blushed brightly.

“I—I,” Sahara looked down, embarrassed. Ulfric laughed and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

“Mind telling me why you would confuse me with my captain?”

“O-oh, well, you’re both blond and Nord,” Sahara shrugged, “And he’s usually the one I’m cuddled up with whenever it’s cold.”

Ulfric narrowed his eyes, not sure as to whether or not he should kill his captain or not.

“Clothed of course, and he never did anything improper.” Sahara cleared her throat and fidgeted.

“Nobody else,” Ulfric growled, “Not even Ralof, is allowed to share your bed. Understand?”

She nodded, “Yes, Ulfric.” She breathed and he leaned forward to capture her lips. She moaned and kissed him back. He started to push her back to the bed when the pounding started. Somebody was at the door.

Sahara shifted but Ulfric pushed her back down, his lips going to her neck, “Ignore it,” He muttered, sucking a sensitive spot. She shivered and arched but the pounding wouldn’t stop. Ulfric sighed irritably before rising, “I’ll get it.” He growled, “It better be important or I will run whoever is at the door through with my blade.” He picked up his sword and stalked down the stairs.

The pounding wouldn’t stop and he pulled the door wide, his sword moving forward to rest on the offender’s chest.

Adoration 18.25/?

[(Anonymous)]

“Ulfric,” Galmar said, his eyes wide and his fist raised, ready to pound on the heavy wooden door.

“Galmar,” Ulfric’s brows furrowed and he brought his sword down, “Problem?”

“It’s noon and you weren’t in the Palace,” Galmar said, “We thought something happened to you.”

Ulfric arched a brow, “I’m a grown man, Galmar. I can take care of myself,”

“I suppose you and the lass are all better now huh? Good. We’ve all been worried about her mental state.” Ulfric waited for him to continue, “She’s been a little reckless,” He explained, “Charging into battle, not feeling the wounds until after.” Galmar shrugged, “It’s not healthy.”

“So is the war but we do what we must.”

“Ulfric,” Galmar sighed, “When will the march to Solitude be?”

“Soon.” Ulfric replied, his mood darkening, “I’ll be back in the Palace in a moment.” He shut the door in Galmar’s face, sighing.

Sahara walked down the stairs cautiously, his fur cloak wrapped around her securely. His cock jerked at the sight, “Who was it?” She worried her bottom lip, “Do I need to wash the porch?”

Ulfric laughed weakly and drew her into his arms before kissing her soundly, “It was Galmar.” He said, “They’re waiting for me in the Palace.”

Sahara smiled weakly, “You’re Jarl. You have duties to attend to,”

Ulfric pressed his forehead against hers before kissing her again thoroughly, “Give me fifteen minutes.”

She arched a brow and dropped the cloak.
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Almost an hour later, Ulfric and Sahara entered the Palace with Sahara walking a little slower. He had lifted her up easily and pressed her against the wall before pounding into her ruthlessly. She had climaxed quickly but he kept going, abusing her already-abused pussy more until she couldn’t think straight anymore. She had screamed his name until her voice grew hoarse and only then did he release in her. Now all the lovemaking was taking its toll on her and every time she walked she felt sore in all the right places. She suppressed a shiver of pleasure.

Ralof met her eyes when they reached the war room and arched a brow. Then he smirked and shook his head, his smirk turning into a full-blown smile. He seemed genuinely happy for her, for them. Sahara glowed at the thought of her and Ulfric together.

They talked about the war and the last leg of it. They would storm the gates of Solitude, expecting several Legionnaires with bow and arrows and even General Tullius and Rikke. They would all be there and they knew they would lose many good men but Ulfric seemed confident that they would take over successfully.

When the talk turned to Elisif, Sahara felt her happiness dim. Ulfric would need a High Queen and it couldn’t be her. She was a Dunmer and a commoner while Elisif was groomed to be the High Queen. She shuddered at the thought of the pale Nord Jarl sharing Ulfric’s bed.

She kept quiet for the rest of the meeting. Ulfric noticed and he dismissed Ralof and Galmar, bidding them to shut the door. Ralof gave her a knowing look.

“Anything wrong?” He asked, leaning his hip on the table.

“Nothing, my Jarl.” She said automatically, “I mean, Ulfric,”

“You know I hate lies, Sahara.” She shivered when he said her name.

“Well, it’s just that, after the war and you’re High King, there’s really nothing left to do and I’ll go off to learn more Shouts and kill dragons and find Alduin…” She shrugged, her eyes prickling with tears, “And I guess I’d miss my chance to be with you.” She whispered the last part.

Ulfric sighed heavily before walking towards her to engulf her in a tight embrace. It was warm and comforting. He kissed her forehead, “Then you better finish Alduin quickly.” He said gruffly. Before she could ask what he meant, he captured her lips and all her thoughts scattered.

His kiss was gentle this time, slow. He carried her up to his chambers and shut the door before stripping her slowly, with the same worshipful actions. He suckled and kissed her breasts before bidding her to lie on the bed. She watched him lazily as he stripped off his clothing slow enough to let her know that he was teasing her.