Sylgja made a beeline for the cellar the moment they made it inside. She wasn't sure where Wulfric went: she assumed he was getting a report on the progress of the house from the Steward. Whatever he was doing, it gave her much needed time to ready the cellar for her great plan - no, her Great Plan, Capitalisation Deserved.
Wulfric had gone into his bedroom to meditate and hopefully calm his Beast Blood. The last thing he wanted was for Sylgja to see him transform: it was bad enough that she had -however briefly - seen his Beast in the depths of Red Belly Mine, ridding it of the spiders. The Companions kept it secret for a very good reason.
He stayed in his trancelike state for a few hours: the sky outside was pitch black but for the constellations, and he could smell some delicious aromas wafting up from the kitchen. His belly rumbled and his Beast complained that it needed to hunt. Wulfric remembered something Farkas had mentioned, "keep the Beast fed and you'll keep the Beast happy." He went down to the kitchen.
"Mmm, apple turnovers, my favourite. Thank you, my love," Wulfric said happily as Sylgja turned from the oven with a full tray of steaming hot treats. She smiled winningly at him.
"Here. These are too hot, you'll burn your tongue. This one is still warm from my first batch," she said, holding the turnover up.
Wulfric grinned and dropped to his knees, and shuffled to her - he was so tall his head was at her midriff height - and bit into the pastry in her hand, grinning as flakes crumbled around his lips. Sylgja grinned in return, and sidled away from him.
"Hey! Where are you going?"
"Come, follow me, unless you're a milk drinker!"
They played a game of chasing around the ground floor of the homestead, Wulfric on his knees, snatching bites of the delicious turnover whenever he could. Finally he had his lovely wife cornered, and the warmth of the food in his belly made him feel happy and lazy, and yet, he really wanted the last bite she held up for him. He put out an iron arm either side of her, and shuffled forward until they were belly-to-belly. And then Sylgja dropped down the trapdoor into the cellar, laughing.
"You're mine!" Wulfric clambered down after her.
Without so much as glancing around, he pounced on her in the doorway of the inner room, propelling them both back inside, crashing to the floor. Triumphantly, Wulfric picked the last piece of turnover from Sylgja's hand and scoffed it, smiling smugly at her as he chewed. He felt so warm, and full, and pleasantly sleepy, and there was a new-crafted bed just beside him. He shucked his wolf armour, boots and gauntlets and clambered onto the soft straw-filled mattress. He squirmed out of his smallclothes and smiled at his wife's noise of pleasure - he loved that she loved his big cock. He had attempted relationships once or twice in his past with women who had said they liked big men, but who had baulked at the sheer size of him: his wife was made of sterner stuff than those dainty little milk-drinking wenches.
Wulfric turned on his back on the soft bed, and splayed his legs out wide, hitching up his knees to better show off his package - he and Sylgja were of the "if you've got it, flaunt it" frame of mind. And how he loved to flaunt it in front of her! Sylgja pulled her tunic over her head, stepped out of boots and braies, and untied the strings of her smallclothes in record time. Wulfric's eyes lit up, and she felt incredibly powerful.
She reached out, wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, and squeezed. Wulfric closed his eyes and moaned ecstatically. She tugged up to the head of him, and slid down his shaft again. He moaned in the back of his throat. She knelt on the bed, and fondled his balls while pumping her hand up and down, always ignoring the head of him. He began to unconsciously thrust up into her movements, encouraging her. As she worked him, she felt him swell, and watched his slit for precome.
"Open your eyes," she ordered.
Wulfric did so, just in time to see the head of his cock disappear into her talented mouth. As her tongue flicked the arrowhead beneath, and traced the seam of him, she looked up and met his eyes.
Wulfric came so hard and suddenly his vision went white. He didn't remember falling asleep.
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Re: Fill: Wolf Season 2/?
Date: 2013-07-14 04:22 pm (UTC)Wulfric had gone into his bedroom to meditate and hopefully calm his Beast Blood. The last thing he wanted was for Sylgja to see him transform: it was bad enough that she had -however briefly - seen his Beast in the depths of Red Belly Mine, ridding it of the spiders. The Companions kept it secret for a very good reason.
He stayed in his trancelike state for a few hours: the sky outside was pitch black but for the constellations, and he could smell some delicious aromas wafting up from the kitchen. His belly rumbled and his Beast complained that it needed to hunt. Wulfric remembered something Farkas had mentioned, "keep the Beast fed and you'll keep the Beast happy." He went down to the kitchen.
"Mmm, apple turnovers, my favourite. Thank you, my love," Wulfric said happily as Sylgja turned from the oven with a full tray of steaming hot treats. She smiled winningly at him.
"Here. These are too hot, you'll burn your tongue. This one is still warm from my first batch," she said, holding the turnover up.
Wulfric grinned and dropped to his knees, and shuffled to her - he was so tall his head was at her midriff height - and bit into the pastry in her hand, grinning as flakes crumbled around his lips. Sylgja grinned in return, and sidled away from him.
"Hey! Where are you going?"
"Come, follow me, unless you're a milk drinker!"
They played a game of chasing around the ground floor of the homestead, Wulfric on his knees, snatching bites of the delicious turnover whenever he could. Finally he had his lovely wife cornered, and the warmth of the food in his belly made him feel happy and lazy, and yet, he really wanted the last bite she held up for him. He put out an iron arm either side of her, and shuffled forward until they were belly-to-belly. And then Sylgja dropped down the trapdoor into the cellar, laughing.
"You're mine!" Wulfric clambered down after her.
Without so much as glancing around, he pounced on her in the doorway of the inner room, propelling them both back inside, crashing to the floor. Triumphantly, Wulfric picked the last piece of turnover from Sylgja's hand and scoffed it, smiling smugly at her as he chewed. He felt so warm, and full, and pleasantly sleepy, and there was a new-crafted bed just beside him. He shucked his wolf armour, boots and gauntlets and clambered onto the soft straw-filled mattress. He squirmed out of his smallclothes and smiled at his wife's noise of pleasure - he loved that she loved his big cock. He had attempted relationships once or twice in his past with women who had said they liked big men, but who had baulked at the sheer size of him: his wife was made of sterner stuff than those dainty little milk-drinking wenches.
Wulfric turned on his back on the soft bed, and splayed his legs out wide, hitching up his knees to better show off his package - he and Sylgja were of the "if you've got it, flaunt it" frame of mind. And how he loved to flaunt it in front of her! Sylgja pulled her tunic over her head, stepped out of boots and braies, and untied the strings of her smallclothes in record time. Wulfric's eyes lit up, and she felt incredibly powerful.
She reached out, wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, and squeezed. Wulfric closed his eyes and moaned ecstatically. She tugged up to the head of him, and slid down his shaft again. He moaned in the back of his throat. She knelt on the bed, and fondled his balls while pumping her hand up and down, always ignoring the head of him. He began to unconsciously thrust up into her movements, encouraging her. As she worked him, she felt him swell, and watched his slit for precome.
"Open your eyes," she ordered.
Wulfric did so, just in time to see the head of his cock disappear into her talented mouth. As her tongue flicked the arrowhead beneath, and traced the seam of him, she looked up and met his eyes.
Wulfric came so hard and suddenly his vision went white. He didn't remember falling asleep.