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skyrimkinkmeme) wrote2012-02-17 04:29 pm
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Skyrim Page 3 - "Either you're naked, or I'm drunk. Maybe both."
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The Fair and the Dragon 8/?
(Anonymous) 2012-08-14 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)Tullius scoffed, “A personal letter is hardly business, girl. A letter personally addressed to the leader of the rebellion himself-”
“What did the letter say, boy?” She growled at him
“Most of the message has ink spilt on it, but we made out enough.” She wracked her brain and came across the only possible solution.
“Could it by any chance be a marriage refusal?” She noticed how the General’s hand tightened around the blade and pulled Elisif’s hair a bit more, she whimpered and Maren’s throat tightened the shout so close to erupting.
“Unlikely.” Tullius smiled and she noticed his wrist was about to move
“TIID KLO UI!” She shouted, the force rippled through the air and everything was coated in blue. Everything was slowed and she moved forward quickly, well as quickly as you could when you felt as though you were pushing our way through heavy snow.
She moved Tullius’ arm and threw the dagger to the floor, uncurled his fingers and released Elisif. She hoisted her up and dragged her quickly across the room behind Bolgeir and herself. The room shifted back to normal and Maren felt as though she was going to be sick. It always happened when she used that shout, so she rarely used it. She stood there staying as still as possible so she did not upturn her stomach.
Falk produced the original letter from Ulfric and showed it to Tullius who was still confused at what had happened. He took the letter with shaky hands and then looked grave.
“It appears we made a mistake.” Tullius motioned for his associate and they walked away. The soldiers followed the two and Bolgeir helped Elisif to her feet.
“Well what just happened?” Erikur asked dumbly.
“I assume it was a shout.” Falk said,
“Leave me and the Dragonborn.” Elisif said quietly.
“My Jarl-”
“Leave us!” She said quickly interrupting Erikur. Falk and Erikur rushed out and Elisif closed the door behind them. Maren still didn’t move a muscle; her face was pale as she had never used the full shout before.
“B-bucket.” She whispered. Elisif looked around found a basket as soon as it was in Maren’s hands she threw up into it. Elisif guided the Dragonborn to the chest at the end of the bed and sat her down. Maren continued to vomit and Elisif simply held her hair back gently.
“Thank you, for saving me.” She said softly, Maren was so humiliated upturning her stomach like this in front of Elisif. “I see the shout didn’t come without a price…”
“When you slow down time and the forces of Nirn slam back into you, it hits you pretty hard.” She said dryly once her felt as though there wasn’t going to be another upturn of lunch.
“Is that what you did?” Elisif asked walking over to her desk. She poured a goblet of water and handed it warily to the Dragonborn.
“Yes, thank you. I’m sorry I wasn’t here earlier, I might have been able to do something earlier, are you ok?”
“I’m shaken but I’ll be fine, I always knew Tullius to be so temperamental like that, he has been slowly losing this war with half of Skyrim belonging to the Stormcloaks already.”
“This is why I try to keep away from politics, just give me a title, a home and some jobs to do and I’ll be happy.”
“You haven’t take a side in the war?”
“No, I’m going to just stay away from it as much as I can for as long as I can.” Maren admitted taking small sips from the goblet.
“I wish I had the same luxury…” They were silent for a while.
“You should probably eat a sweet roll.” Maren said breaking the silence, Elisif looked at her. “Sugar helps with shock, I’m going to go home and rest.”
Maren stood on shaking legs and then left the room without a second glance back, her eyes heavy and her stomach doing flips with every step.
“Stupid shout.” She muttered as she left the palace.
The Fair and the Dragon 8b/?
(Anonymous) 2012-08-14 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)-------
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.