He let go of her making her feel somewhat cold and he nodded at the jug of water. “Go get it then,” he commanded and he reached down, grabbing the goblet which she took with an uneven grip. Her legs shook as she stood, the pain of them being pressed against stone coursing through them and she spilled some of the water as she poured, his emotions taking over her sense of reason and balance and she returned back to him.
Before she could take a drink he grabbed the goblet and did himself. She stared at him, desperate. He didn’t look at her but she could see an amused grin on his lips making her inwardly groan. She would have protested but every time she did that night it seemed to make the situation worse for her. He finished, holding up an empty goblet and she took it, his nails digging into the silver sides.
He reached out and grabbed her around the waist, forcing her to fall into him which made her yelp and drop the cup to the floor. She was forced on his lap, her hands gripping his shoulder as she towered over him a bit and he grabbed the back of her head once more, pulling her hair making her cringe. He brought her head down, his mouth on hers again and she felt water being pushed into her mouth making her whine.
This was bad. This was her Jarl.
He flipped them, mouth still on hers as he did and she was slammed into the straw of the bed, his free hand covering her eyes as he continued to dominate her making her grab as his body letting out a horrid moan. This was bad. This was a bad situation. She felt as if she was drowning, choking on the water and the lack of air she was receiving. He pulled away and she gasped for him, unable to see his mouth but seeking it.
His breath was hot against her and he shoved her legs apart with his own, pressing against her which made her entire body shiver. Her hands found his neck and she clung to him, desperately kissing him, begging him not to stop. He pulled her head back, her neck being exposed and he sunk his teeth into the side making her howl.
“S-Siddgeir!”
“Shut up!”
She moaned, the sound being torn from her throat and he was on her again, his tongue against her making her push back and taste him, the honey and hops and scent of the pine forest from his hunt that morning. She was being overwhelmed and in the back of her mind she recalled how foolish she had been as a teenager, her thoughts of her first kisses and encounters with a man like the fairy tales she read. She was being dominated, controlled by her Jarl and he only seemed interested in making her aware that she was a possession of his; his alone to do as he pleased with.
She hated how much more that made her cling to him, her hips rolling against him in desperation for something. She was aching and her breath was coming out in hot pants and his hand finally left from covering her eyes, moving to grip at her side and pull her flush against him. Saliva was starting to drip from her mouth, her eyes glazing over as she now kissed him back with equal wish of possession, tongue meeting his first before he could react and her nails tearing his skin. The blankets under them shifted and he let out low growls in response to her panting, high moans.
He forced her legs around his waist and her toes curled in her boots as she did, pulsing against him as they kept up their desperate kisses, each on becoming messier than the last. Her hair was being tangled by his hands, her nails dragging up and down his arms and back and they briefly spared against each other with him trying to press her to the bed while she only wanted to be curled up against him as close as she could. He eventually won and she was pinned down, helpless against him.
Sometimes Things Get Complicated [7/?]
Before she could take a drink he grabbed the goblet and did himself. She stared at him, desperate. He didn’t look at her but she could see an amused grin on his lips making her inwardly groan. She would have protested but every time she did that night it seemed to make the situation worse for her. He finished, holding up an empty goblet and she took it, his nails digging into the silver sides.
He reached out and grabbed her around the waist, forcing her to fall into him which made her yelp and drop the cup to the floor. She was forced on his lap, her hands gripping his shoulder as she towered over him a bit and he grabbed the back of her head once more, pulling her hair making her cringe. He brought her head down, his mouth on hers again and she felt water being pushed into her mouth making her whine.
This was bad. This was her Jarl.
He flipped them, mouth still on hers as he did and she was slammed into the straw of the bed, his free hand covering her eyes as he continued to dominate her making her grab as his body letting out a horrid moan. This was bad. This was a bad situation. She felt as if she was drowning, choking on the water and the lack of air she was receiving. He pulled away and she gasped for him, unable to see his mouth but seeking it.
His breath was hot against her and he shoved her legs apart with his own, pressing against her which made her entire body shiver. Her hands found his neck and she clung to him, desperately kissing him, begging him not to stop. He pulled her head back, her neck being exposed and he sunk his teeth into the side making her howl.
“S-Siddgeir!”
“Shut up!”
She moaned, the sound being torn from her throat and he was on her again, his tongue against her making her push back and taste him, the honey and hops and scent of the pine forest from his hunt that morning. She was being overwhelmed and in the back of her mind she recalled how foolish she had been as a teenager, her thoughts of her first kisses and encounters with a man like the fairy tales she read. She was being dominated, controlled by her Jarl and he only seemed interested in making her aware that she was a possession of his; his alone to do as he pleased with.
She hated how much more that made her cling to him, her hips rolling against him in desperation for something. She was aching and her breath was coming out in hot pants and his hand finally left from covering her eyes, moving to grip at her side and pull her flush against him. Saliva was starting to drip from her mouth, her eyes glazing over as she now kissed him back with equal wish of possession, tongue meeting his first before he could react and her nails tearing his skin. The blankets under them shifted and he let out low growls in response to her panting, high moans.
He forced her legs around his waist and her toes curled in her boots as she did, pulsing against him as they kept up their desperate kisses, each on becoming messier than the last. Her hair was being tangled by his hands, her nails dragging up and down his arms and back and they briefly spared against each other with him trying to press her to the bed while she only wanted to be curled up against him as close as she could. He eventually won and she was pinned down, helpless against him.