Although she was too inexperienced to know what would bring her to climax, and the dull ache would have made it hard to fully relax, she was able to get pretty lost in her sensual rendezvous with the Jarl of Windhelm. In fact, she began to moan quite a bit; the fact that Ulfric didn't exactly stop her from doing so, suggested that this either happened so often that the servants and guards were used to it, or that he didn't care how loud she was (it was a little bit of both, really).
Sumayya's ecstatic moans gave way to rapid, panting breaths punctuated by soft whimpers, and this spurred Ulfric on; he gripped her rear end a bit harder and held her in place as he teetered over the edge of climax and came inside her. Because she was still quite tight, she could feel his pulse as he released and while part of her wanted so much more, the whole experience had worn her out.
She didn't want to dismount, really - could you really blame her, considering how hard she was crushing on Ulfric? - but she knew she had to. Yet, Sumayya felt her legs were shaky and weak from riding surges of pleasure, and her lover gently rolled her to the side of the bed as he pulled out. She curled up in the fetal position to brace herself against the cool air, which had never ceased but she had forgotten about in the throes of passion, and watched as Ulfric re-dressed in the clothes she had pilfered in her act of girlish infatuation.
He turned back around to look at her, she still trembled like a leaf, her eyes were slightly glazed... another woman well satisfied, as far as he was concerned. It wasn't until then that he realized that she probably didn't have any clothes to put on, not without having to dash back to the room in which she'd been discovered.
He took her hand and had her sit up again, then wrapped her in the cloak she'd seemed to love, "I'll have one of the maidservants bring you some clothes. There should be food served in the main hall very soon, and I do hope you'll join me. Oh and," he paused, "you can wear that for a while. Just let me have it back once you're done."
As he turned to leave, Sumayya thought about that, and called back to him, "Wait!"
"Hmm?" he turned back around to face her.
She hesitated, then asked, "...will I see you again? Like... this, I mean?"
A faint smile crossed Ulfric's lips, "I'm counting on it."
You Stole My Heart (F!Redguard!DB/Ulfric) [part 5]
Sumayya's ecstatic moans gave way to rapid, panting breaths punctuated by soft whimpers, and this spurred Ulfric on; he gripped her rear end a bit harder and held her in place as he teetered over the edge of climax and came inside her. Because she was still quite tight, she could feel his pulse as he released and while part of her wanted so much more, the whole experience had worn her out.
She didn't want to dismount, really - could you really blame her, considering how hard she was crushing on Ulfric? - but she knew she had to. Yet, Sumayya felt her legs were shaky and weak from riding surges of pleasure, and her lover gently rolled her to the side of the bed as he pulled out. She curled up in the fetal position to brace herself against the cool air, which had never ceased but she had forgotten about in the throes of passion, and watched as Ulfric re-dressed in the clothes she had pilfered in her act of girlish infatuation.
He turned back around to look at her, she still trembled like a leaf, her eyes were slightly glazed... another woman well satisfied, as far as he was concerned. It wasn't until then that he realized that she probably didn't have any clothes to put on, not without having to dash back to the room in which she'd been discovered.
He took her hand and had her sit up again, then wrapped her in the cloak she'd seemed to love, "I'll have one of the maidservants bring you some clothes. There should be food served in the main hall very soon, and I do hope you'll join me. Oh and," he paused, "you can wear that for a while. Just let me have it back once you're done."
As he turned to leave, Sumayya thought about that, and called back to him, "Wait!"
"Hmm?" he turned back around to face her.
She hesitated, then asked, "...will I see you again? Like... this, I mean?"
A faint smile crossed Ulfric's lips, "I'm counting on it."