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Upstairs Elisif called Falk and told him she would be retiring for the night. It was well dark by the time she had finished eating the sweet roll Maren recommended. She crawled into her lonely bed and thought about everything that had happened today.
Despite everything that should have been traumatic Elisif only thought of Maren and how she had saved her. Thinking thoughts of Maren she felt herself become wet and sat up straight in bed. She threw the covers off and began to pace around the room. She should still be mourning for her husband not getting turned on by another, let alone a woman! Yet thinking of that woman only made Elisif yearn all the more. After a while she came to the conclusion that if she made no act upon them with the person in question it would all be forgiven.
She got back into her bed the wetness coming to her again as Maren entered her thoughts. She took a breath and moved her hand slowly into her small clothes. She had only ever done this once before but knew it was the relief she was craving. She began to stroke until she slowly inserted a finger “Maren…” she gasped.
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In Proudspire Manor the ill Thane pulled herself up and into her bed. Jordis was out with a few of her friends so Maren was home alone. Part of her regrated giving Jordis permission to leave because for the first time she wanted a house carl to be of some use and fetch her water, soup, health potions and buckets…
She didn’t even have the energy to start the fire so her room was chilly. She stripped down completely until she was in her smalls and climbed into bed. She thought of Elisif seeing her be sick and she buried her face in the pillow, it was so mortifying. She normally didn’t care about what others thought of her but this was different… it was Elisif.
Elisif, the only person who had an opinion that Maren actually cared about. Elisif the one person that made Maren burn with desire and despite the nausea, or because of the nausea Maren’s hand travelled down the front of her smalls.
She found herself relax and she gave herself the self-service she had been depriving herself of for months. Elisif was in her mind and as she came she gasped her name hoarsely wishing desperately for the Jarl herself to actually be there.
The Fair and the Dragon 8b/?
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Upstairs Elisif called Falk and told him she would be retiring for the night. It was well dark by the time she had finished eating the sweet roll Maren recommended. She crawled into her lonely bed and thought about everything that had happened today.
Despite everything that should have been traumatic Elisif only thought of Maren and how she had saved her. Thinking thoughts of Maren she felt herself become wet and sat up straight in bed. She threw the covers off and began to pace around the room. She should still be mourning for her husband not getting turned on by another, let alone a woman!
Yet thinking of that woman only made Elisif yearn all the more. After a while she came to the conclusion that if she made no act upon them with the person in question it would all be forgiven.
She got back into her bed the wetness coming to her again as Maren entered her thoughts. She took a breath and moved her hand slowly into her small clothes. She had only ever done this once before but knew it was the relief she was craving. She began to stroke until she slowly inserted a finger “Maren…” she gasped.
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In Proudspire Manor the ill Thane pulled herself up and into her bed. Jordis was out with a few of her friends so Maren was home alone. Part of her regrated giving Jordis permission to leave because for the first time she wanted a house carl to be of some use and fetch her water, soup, health potions and buckets…
She didn’t even have the energy to start the fire so her room was chilly. She stripped down completely until she was in her smalls and climbed into bed. She thought of Elisif seeing her be sick and she buried her face in the pillow, it was so mortifying. She normally didn’t care about what others thought of her but this was different… it was Elisif.
Elisif, the only person who had an opinion that Maren actually cared about. Elisif the one person that made Maren burn with desire and despite the nausea, or because of the nausea Maren’s hand travelled down the front of her smalls.
She found herself relax and she gave herself the self-service she had been depriving herself of for months. Elisif was in her mind and as she came she gasped her name hoarsely wishing desperately for the Jarl herself to actually be there.