Unable to react otherwise, she sat at the edge of the bed, still too nervous to let up on her death grip on the cloak. A lock of choppy, off-black hair fell haphazardly over one of her eyes, and she gingerly crossed her legs. She hadn't really been prepared for what she would do if her plan actually worked, so it was understandable that she was extremely nervous.
He stood before Sumayya, looking her over once more. Ulfric had been with a fair share of Nord women, and was used to them throwing themselves at him, but never before had he been with a Redguard... and he wasn't about to let this one go. He had to be careful not to scare her off.
"Now, why did you come here?" He gently tilted her head upward so he could look her in the eye; if she could have blushed, she would have.
"I..." her mouth trembled as she spoke, "I wanted... to see you. In... in the way of... Dibella."
As Sumayya uttered those words, she felt Ulfric's fingertips trace their way down her graceful neck and to her collar bone, where the cloak did not quite cover, eliciting a gasp from her that came with the word, "Dibella". She had to close her eyes partially to absorb this, it seemed her muscles went a bit weak for a moment. Her fingers only slightly loosened from the cloak, and her hand lost some tension, bringing some of the fabric with it and exposing her shoulders. Her legs relaxed and un-crossed.
"There were easier ways to get that, you know..." he slipped the cloak out of her grasp and off of her shoulders. Her hand fell by the wayside to brace herself on the bed, and the cloak fell down to expose her breasts and upper abdomen as her other hand still held on to cover her privates. While she was in her brief daze, Ulfric sat down next to her and pushed away her other hand, to which she let go of the cloak entirely and was completely exposed.
He pulled Sumayya closer, and she didn't resist. Her body proportions were unique - while her breasts were on the small side of average, she had luscious, wide hips and a curvy bottom on a lean, lithe frame - and he was sure to take in as much of this as possible as he seduced her. One arm held her to his chest as that hand caressed her right breast, while the other hand slid up her thigh to the crux of her legs. Ulfric pressed his lips to the side of her neck, his dark blonde goatee tickling her skin and causing her to quake even more.
Sumayya was inexperienced, and didn't really know what to do or how to handle the situation, so she tried her best to relax. She felt his fingertips on her pubic mound, then they found their way to her clit and the entrance to her vagina, which by now was dripping wet. Now she really gasped.
"I knew that's what you wanted - you're soaked, and that is all for me, isn't it?"
Sumayya could only nod and barely murmur, "Yes, my Jarl..." even his whispers left her weak.
Ulfric began to gently probe at her vagina, judging how much she could take, and found that she tensed and tightened. This generally only meant one thing.
"No wonder you're shy... you're still a virgin."
She nodded again and pursed her lips, hoping this wasn't going to be a deal breaker. Quite the opposite in fact - he gently laid her down on the bed and got his first unobstructed view of her figure as he hovered above, and continued to caress her. By now he was absolutely rock hard at the knowledge that she wanted so badly to give her virginity to him, but he had to approach this carefully - she was not your everyday wench who could take everything at once.
You Stole My Heart (F!Redguard!DB/Ulfric) [part 3]
He stood before Sumayya, looking her over once more. Ulfric had been with a fair share of Nord women, and was used to them throwing themselves at him, but never before had he been with a Redguard... and he wasn't about to let this one go. He had to be careful not to scare her off.
"Now, why did you come here?" He gently tilted her head upward so he could look her in the eye; if she could have blushed, she would have.
"I..." her mouth trembled as she spoke, "I wanted... to see you. In... in the way of... Dibella."
As Sumayya uttered those words, she felt Ulfric's fingertips trace their way down her graceful neck and to her collar bone, where the cloak did not quite cover, eliciting a gasp from her that came with the word, "Dibella". She had to close her eyes partially to absorb this, it seemed her muscles went a bit weak for a moment. Her fingers only slightly loosened from the cloak, and her hand lost some tension, bringing some of the fabric with it and exposing her shoulders. Her legs relaxed and un-crossed.
"There were easier ways to get that, you know..." he slipped the cloak out of her grasp and off of her shoulders. Her hand fell by the wayside to brace herself on the bed, and the cloak fell down to expose her breasts and upper abdomen as her other hand still held on to cover her privates. While she was in her brief daze, Ulfric sat down next to her and pushed away her other hand, to which she let go of the cloak entirely and was completely exposed.
He pulled Sumayya closer, and she didn't resist. Her body proportions were unique - while her breasts were on the small side of average, she had luscious, wide hips and a curvy bottom on a lean, lithe frame - and he was sure to take in as much of this as possible as he seduced her. One arm held her to his chest as that hand caressed her right breast, while the other hand slid up her thigh to the crux of her legs. Ulfric pressed his lips to the side of her neck, his dark blonde goatee tickling her skin and causing her to quake even more.
Sumayya was inexperienced, and didn't really know what to do or how to handle the situation, so she tried her best to relax. She felt his fingertips on her pubic mound, then they found their way to her clit and the entrance to her vagina, which by now was dripping wet. Now she really gasped.
"I knew that's what you wanted - you're soaked, and that is all for me, isn't it?"
Sumayya could only nod and barely murmur, "Yes, my Jarl..." even his whispers left her weak.
Ulfric began to gently probe at her vagina, judging how much she could take, and found that she tensed and tightened. This generally only meant one thing.
"No wonder you're shy... you're still a virgin."
She nodded again and pursed her lips, hoping this wasn't going to be a deal breaker. Quite the opposite in fact - he gently laid her down on the bed and got his first unobstructed view of her figure as he hovered above, and continued to caress her. By now he was absolutely rock hard at the knowledge that she wanted so badly to give her virginity to him, but he had to approach this carefully - she was not your everyday wench who could take everything at once.