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Adoration 12.5-13/?
Date: 2014-04-05 07:30 pm (UTC)“Stewards know everything, my Jarl.” Jorleif said, “And…well, I asked.”
“You what?” Ulfric gaped at him.
“I asked Miss Sahara if she was the Guildmaster of the Thieves’ Guild since I heard Maven Blackbriar speak to her when she had visited.” Jorleif shrugged, “Then I asked if she was affiliated with the Dark Brotherhood. She was with that ghost of hers and I heard him call her his ‘Listener’. So, I researched and found out that the Listener is the most important person in the Dark Brotherhood since he is the only one who can communicate with their Night Mother.”
Ulfric mulled over this new information. What else was she hiding from him? She did a wonderful job of categorizing herself, making sure that her different titles never overlap one another. How can somebody so sweet and heroic as the Dragonborn be as merciless and cold as the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood?
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Sahara had gone on missions for Nazir and the Night Mother, effectively shutting down her emotions. She didn’t want to feel at the moment, not when her life seems to be crashing down around her. Killing and thieving were her only outlets of release, of feeling that she did something good despite it being inherently bad. It wasn’t her fault that she was the Listener, in fact, from what she understands, the Dread Father had chosen her the moment she was conceived in her mother’s womb.
And Thieves’ Guild? That was just a matter of circumstance. Still, the Brotherhood and the Guild had been there for her, giving her the respect that she had craved willingly and not judging her for the things that she does. They didn’t care that she was a gray-skin, didn’t see that she was a filthy urchin that ran in the back streets of Windhelm and fought other kids. They didn’t even mind that she was the Arch-Mage and the Harbinger. The Companions, if they find out that she was the Guildmaster and the Listener, would certainly attack her.
It was them that showed her the real meaning of respect and family.
“Happy hunting,” Nazir said. Sahara waved.
“I want potage when I come home in a few hours.”
“Yes, dear,” Nazir said sarcastically, “Don’t worry though, I won’t make it like how you do.”
Sahara felt happier than she did a few hours ago. She could almost forget what she has done and how trampled her heart felt thanks to Ulfric.
She sighed as she trudged through the snow. Ulfric Stormcloak. He was such an enigma to her. Why couldn’t she stop herself from loving him? From wanting to try to figure him out and be the woman to soothe his demons? She was the Dragonborn, damn it, Skyrim is her home too. Why can’t he see past her gray skin to the woman inside her? The woman who had the heart of a Nord, who loved Skyrim as much as he did?
Why can’t he see the woman who’s risking her life to save Skyrim and the world from Alduin? She was so deep in thought that she didn’t hear Lucien shout. When she turned, it was too late, the dragon had her in his jaws, his teeth digging in her rib. She screamed and jabbed her fist into its large eye. It released her and she gave a loud Shout. The earth trembled and the dragon bowed its head to her. Then, she fell into the blackness.
Re: Adoration 12.5-13/?
Date: 2014-04-05 07:50 pm (UTC)Adoration 14/?
Date: 2014-04-05 08:02 pm (UTC)Not to mention the uncomfortable fact that he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about her nor his body from craving her. She was the Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold. Did she cast a spell on him? He scowled, growing angry at the thought.
He paced the hall, waiting, tensed. If Galmar called off the attack, he would have been notified immediately. He’s been walking, pacing for hours, or was it minutes? Why wasn’t there any news? The soldiers he posted in the Palace were wary of him and his deteriorating moods, even Jorleif had chosen to keep quiet. The double doors opened loudly and he turned sharply.
Walking towards him, obviously exhausted, was none other than Sahara. His blood boiled, not at her exactly but at what she was wearing. The furs that wrapped around her body showing tantalizing amounts of skin and the headdress was what got to him. If there is one thing that he despised more than the Legion, it would be the Forsworn.
He stomped towards her and grabbed her arm, not noticing her wince as he dragged her to the war room before shutting the door.
“Don’t tell me you’ve joined the Forsworn now too, Listener.” He hissed, “Or is it Guildmaster?” Sahara stiffened, “Or should I call you Arch-Mage instead?” He spat, “It sounds more respectable don’t you think?”
“I did what must be done, Jarl Ulfric.” Sahara gritted out, her ruby eyes glinting like freshly spilt blood, “I came to report that the Reach has been liberated successfully.”
“And you became a Forsworn in the process?” He snapped.
“I did what had to be done!” Sahara snapped back, “I was arrested in Markarth and I didn’t even know what I did!”
“Maybe it’s all the thieving and murdering,” Ulfric sneered and crossed his arms. Sahara ignored him.
“They threw me in Cidhna Mine and nobody escapes Cidhna Mine so I had to join forces with Madanach. We planned our escape through the night and escaped in the early morning just so I can help take over Fort Sungrad for you!” She was shouting now, “I helped Madanach so I can help install you to the Seat of the High King! Why can’t you see that?”
Adoration 14.5/?
Date: 2014-04-05 08:03 pm (UTC)“Don’t you dare,” He snarled as he shoved his pants down, “Disappear like that again!” He shoved his cock in her roughly and she screamed, her body not quite ready for his invasion. He pounded into her hard, selfishly taking and demanding more. In his mind she was his, the whole time that she was gone he didn’t have the desire to bed anyone but her and he was teaching her a lesson for disappearing as she did. He didn’t hear her sobs and pleas as he thrust in and out of her until she was screaming and shattering around him.
He pulled out roughly and dragged her off of the table to her knees on the floor. “Open your mouth,” He snarled and she sobbed before opening her mouth. He held onto her head and starting thrusting as she gagged and coughed around him. His thrusting became erratic and soon he found himself climaxing in her mouth. He pushed her head closer to him, demanding that she swallow everything. Some slipped out from the edge of her lips and onto her exposed breasts. When did that happen?
Once he was done, he pushed her away and tucked himself back in his pants. That was when he noticed her tears. She was on the floor, the skirt of her armor riding up showing the cuts and bruises that she had acquired during the fight for Fort Sungrad. There were large, silvery teeth marks on her stomach and hips that he was sure wasn’t there before she left. Her lips were ravaged and dark, puffy but what struck him the most were her eyes. They were redder than usual, and bright with the tears that were falling down her cheeks. She was shivering and she inched away from him slowly before the light in her eyes dimming slowly, growing cold and blank. Tears were still falling down but she didn’t seem to notice anymore. In fact, she didn’t seem to see him.
Ulfric realized then that he had just raped the girl. He took a step back and another realization struck him. He had succeeded in what others cannot do.
Ulfric Stormcloak, the Bear of Markarth, had just broken the Dragonborn.
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Again, the word limit:( but here it is! It's pretty sad I think but this is probably the only scene like this in the fill. As I said earlier, it will get better and they will live happily ever after (soon I think) I hope you like it! Goodnight!:)
Re: Adoration 14.5/?
Date: 2014-04-05 08:06 pm (UTC)Yes. that is all xD
Re: Adoration 14.5/?
Date: 2014-04-06 02:06 am (UTC)Re: Adoration 14.5/?
Date: 2014-04-06 11:19 am (UTC)