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Need. Moar.

AND LESS CLIFFHANGERS. D8

Arghhhh!! For the divine ... it's a blast!

Too awesome!!! Neloth's reaction was just precious! Can't wait for more!

Today is Saturday! :)))))))))

Brynjolf is pure fire! And I love it!

OP, are you me? I was wondering this exact thing.
Do you have a specific housecarl you want to see? (Like burly Argis doting on DB's kids?) Or maybe someone else.
Favorite kids? Sophie, Lucia, Samuel Hroar so on..

F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5...

Yes, today is Saturday!! :))))) Here is chapter 9, as promised. Sorry for that last chapter’s cliffhanger…! Thanks so much for your comments. C: I’m so happy you enjoyed the action in the last chapter!

Jaenna awoke, her mouth tasting foul. She blinked blearily, discovering she was in her old guest chamber at the Palace of the Kings. Amazed that she was still alive, Jaenna cursed softly. That was followed by a more vehement curse, as she realized she wasn’t sure how she was alive. After all, when making that healing potion for Ulfric, she hadn’t been thinking – she’d neglected to double the recipe for herself.

Jaenna shifted. Her shoulder throbbed, but the wound was closed. A miracle? Unlikely. Unless she’d be unconscious for weeks – not a chance – someone had given her a dose of healing potion, too.

Hrothar’s face came into view when she stirred. He wore that same blank, unbothered expression he always wore. As if the Imperial Legion hadn’t almost torn apart Windhelm or killed the leader of the Stormcloak rebellion. “Oh good, you’re awake,” he said.

Jaenna narrowed her eyes. She sat up with a grimace. “You don’t seem to be lost in a fit of tears. I gather that Ulfric is alive?”

At Hrothar’s nod, Jaenna sighed with relief. Thank Talos.

The dragonborn swung her legs out of bed and stood, staggering. “Divines, how am I even alive?” she asked. The cauldron had been two small to make enough to heal Ulfric and her thoroughly.

“Galmar kept track of the recipe,” Hrothar explained. “He did his best to duplicate the potion for you once he’d tended to Ulfric.”

He’d done a shabby job of it, then. At least she was alive and functional, and for that, Jaenna had to be thankful. She tried to move towards the door and stumbled, still trembling with the pain in her shoulder. Although it was a blow to her pride, she accepted Hrothar’s arm for support. “Alchemy station first,” she hissed through clenched teeth.

Jaenna was rather annoyed that no one had thought to bring her a healer or even a lesser healing potion. However, as soon as she left her chamber and entered the hall, she understood why. She could smell smoke. How long had it been since the fight? One hour? Two? She couldn’t have been lying down for that long. There would be those who needed healing potions more than her.

With Hrothar’s assistance, Jaenna set about making several batches of the potent healing brew. She ingested some herself, feeling her shoulder knit closed and her pain evaporate. The rest she bottled and gave to Hrothar. He would get the potions to those most in need. Many would have been injured in the battle that had raged through the city and into the Palace of the Kings.

Hrothar returned to the alchemy lab several times, bearing empty bottles. Jaenna would fill them, and he’d scurry off again while she started another batch. After a while, Hrothar stopped coming back. Jaenna took that as a good sign. She wiped her forehead with the back of one stained hand. Good thing no one else was dying – she was nearly out of ingredients.

The dragonborn left the alchemy room and headed back downstairs to the main hall. She still wore her bloody and dented armour, but where in Oblivion was her sword?

The rest of that day passed in a flurry of activity as people put the city back to rights. She saw Ulfric from time to time, commanding the chaos, looking all the world as if he’d never suffered an injury a day in his life. Occasionally their eyes would meet across the hall, or out in the streets. His blue gaze was shocking, cool yet smoldering with an unspoken question.

They didn’t get a chance to speak – there were more immediate concerns, tending to Windhelm’s people and fortifying the gates again in case the Imperial Legion troops somehow managed to rally for another assault. Squadrons of soldiers went out into the surrounding fields to commandeer the catapults. Others set about digging graves for the dead.

Everyone continued to work well until after nightfall. Exhaustion tugged at Jaenna’s heels. She returned to the Palace of the Kings later than most of the others did, still looking around for her blasted sword. Giving it up as lost in the chaos, she disappeared into the empty kitchen to find something to eat.

After finishing a late dinner, she went back out into the main hall. It was disturbingly quiet. One soldier stood at the entrance. She could hear snoring emanating from the barracks. The dragonborn certainly wasn’t the only one fatigued by the day’s intense events.

Despite her tiredness, Jaenna’s thoughts still swirled around the image in her mind of Ulfric’s heated gaze, following her all afternoon while they both worked. She wouldn’t be able to sleep without going to him. After all, he was the reason she had returned to Windhelm, although her hate of the Imperial Legion had encouraged her to stay and fight.

No guards challenged Jaenna as she headed for the Jarl’s room. Ulfric’s bedchamber was almost pitch-black, but Jaenna’s glowing eyes pierced through the darkness. Ulfric sat on the edge of his bed, wearing only his trousers. His armour, cleaned and shined (by Hrothar, no doubt), rested nearby on a rack.

He stood at the sound of her entering and closing the door. In two big strides, he crossed the room and wrapped her into an embrace. She sank against the delightful warmth of his bare torso. “You made a timely appearance today, my dear,” Ulfric murmured into her neck.

Jaenna let herself relax, enjoying the feeling of his sturdy arms around her. She was so glad he was alive, and that she was alive to be here with him. “I consider dramatic entrances something of an art,” she sniffed.

He chuckled, his breath stirring the frazzled hair by her ear. “Does this mean you have chosen to join us?”

Jaenna knew what he meant. Had she decided she wanted to be a Stormcloak? Jaenna drew back, scowling. “No. It just means I like you. And that I hate the Imperial Legion.” After everything that had transpired in the past weeks, she didn’t think she could ever stomach being subservient to another’s leadership again.

Ulfric sighed and moved his hands up her arms to rest on her shoulders, trying to hide his disappointment. “Look, I understand.” He was quiet for a moment. “I know your reasons for destroying the Imperial Legion differ from mine. Nonetheless, I appreciate what you have done to help my cause all the same. Thank you.”

Jaenna nodded once, quickly. She hoped that question hadn’t been the only one smoldering in his eyes all day. “So,” she said, to change the subject, “I don’t suppose you found my sword in all the mess downstairs?”

Ulfric gave her a wolfish smile. “I am holding it hostage.”

Jaenna smirked at him. “You’re lucky I’m too bloody tired to go looking for it right now.”

Ulfric swept his arm towards the bed. “Care to join me?” he asked, his eyes alighting again. Jaenna let him pull her in that direction. Once she stood beside his bed, Ulfric’s big hands moved over her body almost tenderly, unbuckling and removing her worn armour. She let out a soft sight as its weight left her, piece by piece.

While she was still in the clothes she wore under her armour, Ulfric tried to pull her into the bed. Jaenna wouldn’t have any of that. She shrugged them off first. They were sweaty, grimy, and bloody. They had no place in a bed.

Then she collapsed against Ulfric’s broad chest, resting her head where she could hear his heartbeat. There was a dimple on his skin, a scar to remind him of the near-fatal wound from that day. Thanks to the long hours of travel, battle, chaos, sorrow, and reconstruction, Jaenna fell asleep before she could think much else.

***

Jaenna woke in the middle of the night feeling better than she had in days. This time, it was not the sound of an assassin creeping across the room that made her eyes open. Ulfric had nuzzled her neck, ever so gently. It wasn’t supposed to wake her, but Jaenna stirred in his arms. She rolled to face him. They lay side by side, her head resting on his bicep. Jaenna reached up to touch his face, feeling the curve of a soft smile on his lips.

“You came back,” he said.

“You made me want to come back,” Jaenna replied. She drew back her hand, nibbling on her fingernails. “I’ve been thinking, though. Maybe I shouldn’t have.”

“What do you mean?” Ulfric frowned at her. In the darkness, she saw the downward turn of his lips.

“With the Imperial Legion out of the way, you’ll be free to take Solitude. I believe you will become the High King of Skyrim.”

“You do not want to see me as High King?”

“No, that’s not it at all,” the dragonborn said. “I will be happy that you have accomplished you goals.”

Ulfric chuckled, but it sounded uneasy. “You… do not want to be associated with the High King, then?” he asked, keeping his voice even.

Jaenna considered her words carefully. “You will need heirs. You’ll want a Stormcloak wife, Ulfric. And I will never be a Stormcloak.”

Ulfric was quiet.

Jaenna couldn’t bear his silence. She drew back from him a little, to better study his expressionless face. “I won’t tolerate being a mistress on the side, you must understand. A dragon is possessive. Either you are mine and I am yours, or there can be nothing between us.”

The Jarl growled softly. “I would never marry and keep a mistress on the side,” he said. He grabbed her shoulder, pulling her nearer, his eyes straining to see her face in the shadows. “On this matter, we agree entirely.”

His breath was hot on Jaenna’s face. She shivered.

“Would you marry me to become a High Queen of Skyrim?” he asked, his voice urgent. “For once I am High King, there will be no more need for Stormcloaks. Skyrim will be reunited once again.”

High Queen of Skyrim certainly had a nice ring to it. “I suspect it will be some time before you are High King, so don’t get too ahead of yourself,”Jaenna warned. “But I will consider it.”

“I will show you getting ahead of myself,” Ulfric muttered. The mattress dipped as he shifted to lie above her naked body, supporting himself on his elbows. “You will be mine.”

“My dear,” Jaenna replied, a smirk tugging her lips, “you are sadly mistaken.” She growled, dragging her fingernails down his hard chest. “You will be mine.” The dragonborn nipped at the soft skin of his throat, earning an answering growl.

Ulfric twisted away from her gentle bites to kiss her lips hungrily. He fumbled for his belt, sliding it free from the loops of his trousers. A moment later, he’d restrained both her wrists up against the bedposts.

Excitement stirred in Jaenna’s belly. She pouted at him. “You think that’s all it takes to make me yours?”

“For the night? I hope so.” Ulfric grinned and claimed her lips again.

Jaenna kissed him back, enjoying the moist, pliant fullness of his lips. She opened her mouth to him, exhaling, inviting. He responded, his tongue slipping inside to toy with hers. She shivered at the delicious feeling of invasion, savouring the brief moment where she let another dominate her with pleasure.

Jaenna felt the Jarl’s chest rumble. He shifted downward to suck lightly at her pulse. She twisted beneath his weight, trying to escape his hot mouth. The man only growled and sucked harder, making Jaenna moan.

Lips and tongue still locked to her throat, Ulfric shifted one arm so he could squeeze her breast. He spun circles around the flushed areola before teasing her nipple to rise into a hard peak. His calloused finger began to flick it back and forth. It both stung and pleased, making Jaenna groan aloud.

Ulfric’s coarse beard brushed against the soft skin of her throat and chest as his head dipped lower. He gently pinched the hard nub between his thumb and finger and held it. His tongue brushed over it lightly, causing Jaenna to squirm.

He teased her for a while, with the barest swipes of his moist tongue. Then he spread his fingers and thumb outward, tightening the skin over the swell of her breast. The hardened peak of her nipple stood out rigidly, the skin taut. Ulfric’s hot breath spilled over her chest, sending goose bumps racing over Jaenna’s body. After a moment’s hesitation, he wrapped his lips around her nipple. Jaenna heart skipped a beat. Ulfric sucked lightly, his teeth grazing the flushed skin.

Jaenna cried out, tension shivering through her muscles. When she looked down, she could see how he teased her. Her other breast ached for similar treatment, but with her hands bound, there was nothing she could do to persuade him.

Ulfric’s soft panting fanned across her skin. He drew back and continued to torture her breast with the rough caresses of his hand. Meanwhile, he began to lap at the darkened circle on her other breast, the slide of his tongue driving her crazy. He toyed with her until that peak also pebbled, so he could lightly nip and tease it more thoroughly.

Continuing his ministrations to both her breasts, mouth on one and a hand on the other, Ulfric drew his knees up and lifted his weight off her, allowing him to reach downward with his free hand. His fingers brushed through the coarse hair between her legs and then delved deeper, a tickle that turned into something more. Jaenna sucked in a sharp gasp. It felt like ages since he’d touched her like this.

“You’re so wet,” Ulfric groaned against her breast. His fingers slipped easily between her folds. He rotated his knuckles against her clit, drawing another moan from her. He continued plying both her breasts and that center of pleasure between Jaenna’s legs with ruthless precision. She moaned and writhed, almost ready to discard her pride so she could beg him to let her finish. An orgasm was building, threatening to drown her with its intensity.

But of course, Ulfric was making a point to play the dominant one tonight. He drew back, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Jaenna lay sprawled before him, panting, legs lolling open and breasts aching.

A rebellious spark flashed through Jaenna’s lambent eyes. She brought a knee up to her chest and twisted her foot around one of Jarl’s steely thighs. He still wore his unbelted trousers, a problem Jaenna hoped he’d soon remedy. She pressed her foot against his groin. Ulfric’s breath hitched. She ground her heel against that hard length she found there, adopting a pleading take-me-now expression that contradicted the fire in her eyes.

Ulfric growled softly in response. He shoved aside her foot and untied the laces of his trousers. His manhood jumped free if its confines. He didn’t even bother removing his trousers entirely. Ulfric leaned over her and smothered her with another kiss. The pulsing heat of his cock nudged against Jaenna’s core. She wrapped her legs around him, waiting, but he didn’t thrust into her.

Jaenna let out a frustrated groan. She was still hot from the touch of his fingers. Waiting any longer to feel him within her was torture.

Ulfric seemed to agree. A groan escaped his lips while he kissed her. He rocked back and forth but didn’t enter her. His cock slid against her, urgently pressing, the pressure building. Jaenna’s legs gripped him so fiercely that they trembled, but his position gave him the advantage and she could not draw him in.

“Do it,” Jaenna gasped.

Ulfric’s mouth swallowed her breathless plea. His weight shifted and he reached down between their bodies to wrap one hand around himself. Jaenna was warned Ulfric was up to no good when an evil chuckle escaped his lips. His fist pumped up and down his shaft languidly. Each time his hand reached the head of his cock, his knuckles lightly grazed over Jaenna’s clit, making her muscles clench.

Ulfric buried his face into the crook of her neck. Jaenna squirmed, hearing how Ulfric’s breathing came in fast gasps. His hand moved quicker now, brushing harder against her clit, driving Jaenna crazy. With each stroke, she could feel his cock nudging closer and closer to her core.

With a strained grunt, Ulfric released himself and plunged into her. Jaenna screamed, his cock hard and thick and stretching her. He bucked, thrusting into her heat relentlessly, fast enough to match the earlier pace of his hand. Each slap of their bodies made Jaenna release a wordless cry of pleasure.

Ulfric’s hot breaths made her neck and shoulder damp. His big hands tangled into her hair, clutching her to him. She felt a tremor shudder through his muscled body and his breath hitched. He slowed his pace to thrust even deeper. Jaenna’s legs dropped open more, to accommodate the entirety of his throbbing length.

At this, Ulfric’s jaw clenched, his bared teeth grazing the thin skin of her throat. His breaths hissed through his teeth as he tried to hold himself back. He kissed her roughly, his tongue plunging into her mouth. Jaenna trembled and let him dominate her being, her moans encouraging him to go further than he dared.

Ulfric’s scalding mouth trailed down her neck again, sucking and biting. One hand anchored her shoulder as he pounding into her body. The fingers of his other hand sank into the soft flesh of her breast. Jaenna cried out. Ulfric gave a stuttering growl. He pinched the tight nub of her breast, tweaking it, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to Jaenna’s loins.

Without warning, Jaenna’s inner walls clamped down around Ulfric’s cock. Jaenna screamed and arched her back, the leather belt biting into her wrists. Her vision went blinding white-hot. Ulfric’s deep shout joined hers. He shuddered and convulsed and warmth filled her belly.

Both of them collapsed, boneless, chests heaving. Ulfric didn’t withdraw from her, but he propped himself up on his elbows and kissed her cheek. After a moment, he untied her hands.

Jaenna hummed, still lost in a daze of pleasure. “I change my mind,” she purred, shaking out her arms. “If someone tries to marry you, I’ll duel her.”

Ulfric chuckled, presumably at the absurdity of two women fighting for his affections. Or maybe he thought it amusing anyone would willingly battle the dragonborn for any reason, after she’d almost single-handedly destroyed on the Imperial Legion. “I hope this means you’ll always come back to me,” he said, still sounding breathless.

The man understood and acknowledged Jaenna’s inability to remain confined in one place for too long. “I will always come back,” Jaenna promised him. “For as long as there are no other women but me.” There was a hint of warning in that tone. Surely Ulfric understood that betrayal would have severe consequences.

Ulfric made no response but to turn his nose back into the curve of her neck. They were both quiet for a long time. Jaenna sobered, realizing she had been unfair. She trusted Ulfric enough to know he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. He wasn’t the sort of man to lead on a woman. She wished she could take back her words.

Even so, she’d been rejected before. She didn’t want to risk her heart to protect his feelings. “Ulfric, if you do change your mind,” Jaenna said quietly, “if you do find yourself in need of a true Stormcloak wife, just tell me. Don’t marry her behind my back. That’s all I ask.” Jaenna would be devastated if she returned to Ulfric after a month of cleaning out bandit lairs, only to find he had moved on.

Ulfric kissed her again and assured her, “No other woman could ever be my equal, Jaenna.”

Jaenna flushed at hearing him say it. She may be the dragonborn, but she felt better hearing reassurances as much as any other person did. “And I will take no other man but you,” she vowed.

Ulfric lifted his head and kissed her nose. His lips quirked into a sly smile. “Besides, I think you have spoiled me for other women,” he said archly. “I would grow bored without the constant looming mystery of what you are up to.”

Jaenna laughed, wriggling her eyebrows coyly. “I should remind you that you’re the one who hid my sword yesterday,” she said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with passion.

Ulfric responded in kind. Jaenna felt a twitch within her, from where he had stayed, softening while they spoke. She squirmed against him, encouraging his desire.

Ulfric let out his own hum of pleasure. They kissed more gently than before. Jaenna’s hands were free to explore his body, running through his hair, scratching his scalp, massaging the coiled muscles of his broad shoulders.

Her patience paid off. It was a strange sensation, feeling his cock twitch and lengthen, already inside her. He stretched her inner walls as he grew harder. Both of them shivered. They clutched each other. Jaenna’s muscles twitched around him. A surge of need for this man made Jaenna dizzy. Ulfric exhaled shakily and wrapped an arm around Jaenna’s shoulders. He rolled over so they both faced each other on their sides.

He kept kissing her, twisting his hands into her hair, brushing tickling fingers down the curve of her spine. Jaenna squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to move her hips, enjoying the exquisite feeling of her body clenching and unclenching around him, her mind swimming away with desire, her mouth continuing to slant across his.

When at last Ulfric began to rock against her, they both moaned allowed, swallowing each other’s voices. Their shadows moulded and twined on the darkness, writhing like one animal, panting together, hearts beating as one.

***
The End

Thank you everyone for reading and leaving comments, I’m glad people have stuck along for the ride. It’s been great fun writing about Jaenna and Ulfric. I didn’t realize the ending (for now) would be this soon, but all the events wrapped up quite nicely. I got about a half-novel word count in total, too! I would certainly like to write about them more in the future. Check back once in a while just in case I do post something. :)

If anyone finds a prompt they might like to see a Jaenna/Ulfric fill for, give me a heads up in the comments and I will check it out!

Thanks again for all the lovely responses to each chapter. It’s great to receive some feedback on my writing. I hope everyone has a great summer and that I will be able to submit some other fills soon!

OP wants to thank you for writing this amazing fill! I will definitely be checking for more stories about Jaenna in the future. If you fill anything else here, let us all know!

I have to agree with the OP. If you write anything else, let us know! This was a wonderful read! I started a while back when you were still in the second part and as it progressed it just got better and better. The emotions felt great, the story was well paced and the actual smut parts were really fantastic. I'm not even a big fan of Ulfric but after this I have to say my mind has been changed - and Jaenna is perfect with him. Hope to read more from you in the future, A!A!

really fantastic - i join the chorus of people becoming addicted to your pairing! absolutely wonderful :)

I say, have at it potential auth!anon :)

you are too lovely :) Please, no rush! I myself have several fills still pending, so I completely understand. Looking forward to reading your fantastic work!

I agree as well - this is a FANTASTIC prompt!! I'd actually considered a fill myself - perhaps I'll make the time ;)

YAY! Happy OP is happy people noticed it!

Any and all fills still welcome. :)

Payback was a bitch and her name was Talia, decided Niruin. Long hours later found Niruin staring into his mug of ale. He finally took a gulp. “You are a sadist,” he whispered, looking across the table at the Guild Master.

Talia chuckled, sipping her mead. “You’re only figuring this out now, Niruin?” She glanced at Brynjolf and Delvin, both of whom were barely holding back their laughter. It had been a long afternoon of instruction and Talia had, to add insult to injury, grabbed several of the thieves as test subjects for her students. A role that she had not allowed Niruin to take, despite the fact that by that point he had been ready to bed every woman in sight. Now the thieves she’d picked were now much lighter in coin and universally very, very happy. “Niruin, I am not a nice woman. If I were ever to take any of you to my bed…I would end up breaking all of you into teeny, tiny, bite-sized pieces.” She stood and stretched languidly, hands clasped high above her as she let out a low moan as muscles released and relaxed. Straightening, she grinned down at the three handsome, and slightly stunned, thieves. “Not that it wouldn’t be fun to have all three of you try to break me. But I do hate buying new furniture. And I’m out of practice on running a dungeon.” Taking a final sip of her mead, she started towards the Cistern. “Have nice night, boys.”

Brynjolf swallowed thickly and took a gulp of his mead. “You boys ever wonder what would happen if we took her up on her teasing?”

~FIN~

But that beautiful Saturday ... and what a great final! Though of course, I would like more of these two because they really warmed my heart! And the final part ... this is love! Come back soon, and you must let us know! :D :D :D

*random passerby anon*
Ohmygosh was this fun to read! You're very talented. Talia is by far the most interesting Guild Master I've read yet. Teasing Niruin was absolutely delicious!!! Do you have links to your other fics?

*random Anon*
Hehe, love this. Best line so far:
“Hold on,” he said. “I am still stuck on the part where you would rather die than call to me for help.”
Gave me a big grin. That is so Farengar.

If someone had told Olria on her first day in Whiterun that she would begin to really like Farengar Secret-Fire, she would have laughed until her sides split.

Too precious! Love it.

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