Igrainne gulped, looking between the two men who flanked her. “Both of you?” she squeaked. At the simultaneous nod, she swallowed again, feeling her cheeks heating. “At the same time?”
Galmar chuckled, his broad hand rubbing intriguing circles on the small of her back. “I told you, Ulfric, she’s a quick one.”
Ulfric grinned and looked at the staircase to his side. “Where is your housecarl?” he purred, tugging the stunned Dragonborn towards the staircase.
Igrainne shook her head. “She and the children are in Windhelm. I didn’t want them here for…this,” she admitted as they began to climb the staircase, Galmar following behind, his hand still massaging the muscles of her lower back.
Ulfric frowned as they reached the second floor. “You have children?”
Igrainne nodded. “Adopted. Sophie was living on the streets in Windhelm after her parents died in the war and Lucia was cast out of her aunt and uncle’s house after her own parents died her in Whiterun. I couldn’t leave them out there,” she explained.
Ulfric nodded approvingly. “Very good, Igrainne. Now, which room is yours?” He began to open doors, frowning at the narrow bed that he spotted in the first room.
Igrainne pointed to the next door and soon all three were inside her spacious bedroom, facing her wide, comfortable bed. “Um, why did you want to know where my housecarl and the children were, Ulfric?”
Galmar chuckled from behind her, the sounds of his armor dropping to the floor causing her to start and glance behind her. “Because, Igrainne, we’re going to make you scream. You belong to us,” he growled, tugging her back against his now naked form, his hands coming up to her still covered breasts. “I promise you’ll like it,” purred the bearlike second in command as he slipped his fingers beneath her underwear, capturing her full breasts in his palms and stroking her nipples until they stood sharp as diamonds.
Ulfric grinned at his best friend. “Get her warmed up, would you, Galmar. Stripping off all of this armor takes time,” he admitted, already pulling at his own armor as illustration.
Galmar grinned, stripping the last vestiges of Igrainne’s clothing off so that she was completely bare to both men. “Ah, always leaving me with the hard jobs,” he complained good-naturedly, guiding the still stunned Dragonborn down so that she straddled his lap. “Now, Igrainne, since you have been so good and played so nicely with us, I’m going to give you a treat.” Leaning forward, he captured one of the strawberry hued nipples that capped her full breasts with his lips. Suckling at her breast, he slid his other hand down the flat plane of her belly to the space between her thighs. She was already wet, he noted with pleasure as he slid his fingers inside her. “Ah, Ulfric, she’s liking this. Wet as a selkie, this one is.”
Igrainne blushed, trying to hide her face behind her thick hair only to have Ulfric spear his hands through her hair as he caught her head and forced her to meet his gaze. Clearly there would be no hiding this evening.
“Enjoy it, Igrainne. Enjoy us,” ordered the future High King as he stood before her. His other hand stroked his cock and she found she couldn’t take her eyes off of it. “Would you like a taste of me, Igrainne?” he purred.
Galmar grinned up at his friend and then looked to the Dragonborn. She really was exquisite, he decided as he lifted her off his lap to have her sit on the edge of the bed. Dropping down to the floor before her, he nestled himself between her thighs, his mouth hovering above her steaming cunt. “Mind if I have a taste of you, Igrainne?” he asked.
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Re: Threesome with two guys - M/F/M (Ulfric/F!DB/Galmar) "Troika" 2/?
Date: 2014-02-05 06:39 am (UTC)Galmar chuckled, his broad hand rubbing intriguing circles on the small of her back. “I told you, Ulfric, she’s a quick one.”
Ulfric grinned and looked at the staircase to his side. “Where is your housecarl?” he purred, tugging the stunned Dragonborn towards the staircase.
Igrainne shook her head. “She and the children are in Windhelm. I didn’t want them here for…this,” she admitted as they began to climb the staircase, Galmar following behind, his hand still massaging the muscles of her lower back.
Ulfric frowned as they reached the second floor. “You have children?”
Igrainne nodded. “Adopted. Sophie was living on the streets in Windhelm after her parents died in the war and Lucia was cast out of her aunt and uncle’s house after her own parents died her in Whiterun. I couldn’t leave them out there,” she explained.
Ulfric nodded approvingly. “Very good, Igrainne. Now, which room is yours?” He began to open doors, frowning at the narrow bed that he spotted in the first room.
Igrainne pointed to the next door and soon all three were inside her spacious bedroom, facing her wide, comfortable bed. “Um, why did you want to know where my housecarl and the children were, Ulfric?”
Galmar chuckled from behind her, the sounds of his armor dropping to the floor causing her to start and glance behind her. “Because, Igrainne, we’re going to make you scream. You belong to us,” he growled, tugging her back against his now naked form, his hands coming up to her still covered breasts. “I promise you’ll like it,” purred the bearlike second in command as he slipped his fingers beneath her underwear, capturing her full breasts in his palms and stroking her nipples until they stood sharp as diamonds.
Ulfric grinned at his best friend. “Get her warmed up, would you, Galmar. Stripping off all of this armor takes time,” he admitted, already pulling at his own armor as illustration.
Galmar grinned, stripping the last vestiges of Igrainne’s clothing off so that she was completely bare to both men. “Ah, always leaving me with the hard jobs,” he complained good-naturedly, guiding the still stunned Dragonborn down so that she straddled his lap. “Now, Igrainne, since you have been so good and played so nicely with us, I’m going to give you a treat.” Leaning forward, he captured one of the strawberry hued nipples that capped her full breasts with his lips. Suckling at her breast, he slid his other hand down the flat plane of her belly to the space between her thighs. She was already wet, he noted with pleasure as he slid his fingers inside her. “Ah, Ulfric, she’s liking this. Wet as a selkie, this one is.”
Igrainne blushed, trying to hide her face behind her thick hair only to have Ulfric spear his hands through her hair as he caught her head and forced her to meet his gaze. Clearly there would be no hiding this evening.
“Enjoy it, Igrainne. Enjoy us,” ordered the future High King as he stood before her. His other hand stroked his cock and she found she couldn’t take her eyes off of it. “Would you like a taste of me, Igrainne?” he purred.
Galmar grinned up at his friend and then looked to the Dragonborn. She really was exquisite, he decided as he lifted her off his lap to have her sit on the edge of the bed. Dropping down to the floor before her, he nestled himself between her thighs, his mouth hovering above her steaming cunt. “Mind if I have a taste of you, Igrainne?” he asked.