The wolf slept on top of her, and she felt him shrinking slowly back into her husband. Wulfric's was an easy weight to carry after lovemaking, much easier than the wolf's.
Sylgja thought for a moment, fighting the sex-induced sleep that drugged her mind. There was something not quite right about her husband being on top of her... She gave a mental shrug and decided to think on it on the morrow.
*-*-*
They woke together slowly, Wulfric stroking his wife's back, and Sylgja rubbing her husband's belly the way he liked. Neither was in any kind of mood to open their eyes, but eventually Wulfric did.
"Good morning, wife. I trust you slept well?"
"Mmm, oh, yes, Wulfric, we need to do that again. You - your wolf, you fell amazing in me, you know," Sylgja said happily. "Wait - you're not in your chains. Did I let you out? I must have. Funny, I don't remember it."
"Funny thing, love, but even Skyforge steel has limits and you and the wolf passed those limits when you climbed up and rode him like a stallion," Wulfric said, handing her a mangled, twisted bit of metal that might have been a wrist iron once, but was now good only for scrap.
"Oh. I ... I suppose we got a bit ... carried away," she said in a small voice.
"What if this had given away from the start?" Wulfric demanded angrily. "You might have been killed or raped!"
"The former possibly, the latter, never. I wanted what your wolf has to offer. He's a part of you just as much as absorbing all those dragon souls is," Sylgja replied, kissing her husband deeply.
Wulfric drew back and tipped her chin up to look into her eyes. "I hope you mean that, my love."
"I really, truly do, Wulfric. I love all of you."
"Good. Because my wolf and I have decided to rut with you until you get big and heavy with a litter of our little ones."
Sylgja grinned, "I look forward to making that happen!"
*-*-*
A/N: Wow this one just took me by complete surprise. I had no idea that I could write that much smut in a fic. I haven't written smut in a long, long time, so if anybody has any con-crit to offer, I'd like to have it.
Also:Grundel is a synonym for taint or perineum that I had to Google to find. Please let me know if that was okay, I just thought taint/perineum weren't appropriately historic for this fic. (Sometimes too modern words in a semi-historic setting just jar me out of a fic, so... I go looking for old-sounding words)
Tags: Char: Sylgja, M!Nord!DB Genre: Smut, Kinks: anal play, werewolf, size kink, oral, come play, restraints, multiple orgasms, milking, rough sex (and probably a few I'm forgetting right now)
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Re: Fill: Wolf Season 7/7 with Author's Note and Tags
Date: 2013-07-14 06:32 pm (UTC)Sylgja thought for a moment, fighting the sex-induced sleep that drugged her mind. There was something not quite right about her husband being on top of her... She gave a mental shrug and decided to think on it on the morrow.
*-*-*
They woke together slowly, Wulfric stroking his wife's back, and Sylgja rubbing her husband's belly the way he liked. Neither was in any kind of mood to open their eyes, but eventually Wulfric did.
"Good morning, wife. I trust you slept well?"
"Mmm, oh, yes, Wulfric, we need to do that again. You - your wolf, you fell amazing in me, you know," Sylgja said happily. "Wait - you're not in your chains. Did I let you out? I must have. Funny, I don't remember it."
"Funny thing, love, but even Skyforge steel has limits and you and the wolf passed those limits when you climbed up and rode him like a stallion," Wulfric said, handing her a mangled, twisted bit of metal that might have been a wrist iron once, but was now good only for scrap.
"Oh. I ... I suppose we got a bit ... carried away," she said in a small voice.
"What if this had given away from the start?" Wulfric demanded angrily. "You might have been killed or raped!"
"The former possibly, the latter, never. I wanted what your wolf has to offer. He's a part of you just as much as absorbing all those dragon souls is," Sylgja replied, kissing her husband deeply.
Wulfric drew back and tipped her chin up to look into her eyes. "I hope you mean that, my love."
"I really, truly do, Wulfric. I love all of you."
"Good. Because my wolf and I have decided to rut with you until you get big and heavy with a litter of our little ones."
Sylgja grinned, "I look forward to making that happen!"
*-*-*
A/N: Wow this one just took me by complete surprise. I had no idea that I could write that much smut in a fic. I haven't written smut in a long, long time, so if anybody has any con-crit to offer, I'd like to have it.
Also: Grundel is a synonym for taint or perineum that I had to Google to find. Please let me know if that was okay, I just thought taint/perineum weren't appropriately historic for this fic. (Sometimes too modern words in a semi-historic setting just jar me out of a fic, so... I go looking for old-sounding words)
Tags: Char: Sylgja, M!Nord!DB Genre: Smut, Kinks: anal play, werewolf, size kink, oral, come play, restraints, multiple orgasms, milking, rough sex (and probably a few I'm forgetting right now)