She took a few moments to wash her face and gather her wits about her before beginning the long march to Warmaiden’s. It was going to be a long and difficult week, and she was nervous. She wasn’t afraid; Ulfberth and Adrianne had been open about what was going on, and she had no reason to fear them.
With a deep breath, and a bit of tugging to straighten her clothes, she left Jorrvaskr. Before she was even remotely prepared, Brielle was outside Warmaiden’s. And, as the sun crested over the city’s walls, she knocked on the kitchen door.
Ulfberth had not explicitly stated that she was to come in through the back rather than through the shop entrance, but as she was little more than a slave to him for the next week, she assumed it was implied. She heard the sound of a chair scraping, and then he was there, framed in the doorway. She took an involuntary step back, her breath catching in her throat.
There was no reason to be afraid. None at all.
He smiled.
“Brielle, come in.” He moved from the doorway, and the feeling of him looming receded.
The way he had positioned himself forced her to walk close enough that she brushed against him. His proximity amplified her nervousness, and sent a shiver down her spine.
“So,” she said, once she was arm’s-distance away from him. “Where do we begin?”
“Brielle,” She loved the way he said her name, but there was something in his voice. Some hesitance. “Are you certain you want this? I’ve never forced a woman in my life, and I’ll not start now. If you are uncomfortable, say the word, and we will work something out.”
“No,” She said, before she’d even thought. “I need to repay you for what you’ve done, and this is the best way. I’ve chosen this.”
“If you change your mind, if I ask you to do something you are not comfortable with, you tell me, and we’ll stop.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
“We start now. Kneel.” She lowered herself to her knees, instantly obedient. “Open your mouth.”
Brielle opened her mouth and closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of him unfastening his clothing to free his erection. He caught her hair, his fingers tangling in her dark curls, pulling her head to him. Her lips brushed the tip of his cock, and she heard his breath catch.
She moved her own head, swallowing more of him, sliding her tongue over his length, and enjoying the way he responded to her ministrations.
“Looks like things are under control here,” Adrianne spoke from nearby, catching Brielle off guard. Her eyes flew open, and she looked for the source of the voice. The blacksmith stood on the doorway, a small smile quirking her lips up as she took in the scene. “Perhaps we can play later, pet.”
Ulfberth applied gentle pressure to her head, reminding her of what she was doing. Other than that, he let her move herself. She took all of him, feeling him nudging the back of her throat, she choked a little, and he pulled back immediately.
She caught his hips, and drew him forward, claiming his cock with her mouth, laving it with her tongue. He groaned, a long, low sound that made her chuckle. In response, his fingers tightened in her hair, tugging in just the way she liked. She moved faster, her lips and tongue sliding his length, tasting him, enjoying him, and he let her, his head thrown back, his hands in her hair, but not pulling or guiding.
Shopkeeper -- Ulfberth/F!DB, Adrianne/F!Db -- 2a/?
She took a few moments to wash her face and gather her wits about her before beginning the long march to Warmaiden’s. It was going to be a long and difficult week, and she was nervous. She wasn’t afraid; Ulfberth and Adrianne had been open about what was going on, and she had no reason to fear them.
With a deep breath, and a bit of tugging to straighten her clothes, she left Jorrvaskr. Before she was even remotely prepared, Brielle was outside Warmaiden’s. And, as the sun crested over the city’s walls, she knocked on the kitchen door.
Ulfberth had not explicitly stated that she was to come in through the back rather than through the shop entrance, but as she was little more than a slave to him for the next week, she assumed it was implied. She heard the sound of a chair scraping, and then he was there, framed in the doorway. She took an involuntary step back, her breath catching in her throat.
There was no reason to be afraid. None at all.
He smiled.
“Brielle, come in.” He moved from the doorway, and the feeling of him looming receded.
The way he had positioned himself forced her to walk close enough that she brushed against him. His proximity amplified her nervousness, and sent a shiver down her spine.
“So,” she said, once she was arm’s-distance away from him. “Where do we begin?”
“Brielle,” She loved the way he said her name, but there was something in his voice. Some hesitance. “Are you certain you want this? I’ve never forced a woman in my life, and I’ll not start now. If you are uncomfortable, say the word, and we will work something out.”
“No,” She said, before she’d even thought. “I need to repay you for what you’ve done, and this is the best way. I’ve chosen this.”
“If you change your mind, if I ask you to do something you are not comfortable with, you tell me, and we’ll stop.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
“We start now. Kneel.” She lowered herself to her knees, instantly obedient. “Open your mouth.”
Brielle opened her mouth and closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of him unfastening his clothing to free his erection. He caught her hair, his fingers tangling in her dark curls, pulling her head to him. Her lips brushed the tip of his cock, and she heard his breath catch.
She moved her own head, swallowing more of him, sliding her tongue over his length, and enjoying the way he responded to her ministrations.
“Looks like things are under control here,” Adrianne spoke from nearby, catching Brielle off guard. Her eyes flew open, and she looked for the source of the voice. The blacksmith stood on the doorway, a small smile quirking her lips up as she took in the scene. “Perhaps we can play later, pet.”
Ulfberth applied gentle pressure to her head, reminding her of what she was doing. Other than that, he let her move herself. She took all of him, feeling him nudging the back of her throat, she choked a little, and he pulled back immediately.
She caught his hips, and drew him forward, claiming his cock with her mouth, laving it with her tongue. He groaned, a long, low sound that made her chuckle. In response, his fingers tightened in her hair, tugging in just the way she liked. She moved faster, her lips and tongue sliding his length, tasting him, enjoying him, and he let her, his head thrown back, his hands in her hair, but not pulling or guiding.