He looked down at her tired form, her legs pulling together as she bit her lip and he let out a low growl. “What? What’s the matter now?”
“N-Nothing,” she lied, feeling herself pulse still, the ache not subsiding and he scowled. She didn’t meet his eyes, closing them instead as she focused on her breathing and she jerked when his fingers touched her. “S-Siddgeir!”
“Just shut up,” he ordered, spreading her cheeks and she clenched her legs together as he pressed into her, gasping. “Stop clenching!”
“I-I’m sorry!” she whimpered, her fingers gripping the blanket and she tried to relax but his rough touch made it difficult. He stroked her, his fingers pushing into her used entrance, moving up and she bit down on the blanket shaking. He turned them, searching, pressing against her walls and she gave a laboured breath, pulling more of the blanket into her arms. She didn’t know what he was looking for, her body aching and throbbing against his inquisitive fingers and her curled them, pressing against something that made her choke.
“M-My Jarl!” she cried out, bucking and he made a pleased noise from above.
“You say something, Thane?” he drawled and he pressed again, rubbing and she violently jerked, nearly screaming at the feeling. It was almost too intense for her, like jolts of electricity firing in her stomach and he began to rub, coaxing her. She twisted, falling on her back and she covered her face to try and keep her cries down but it seemed useless.
She thrashed, grabbing at the blanket below her, pulling it within her fists and she cried out as he put a hand on her stomach, still stroking the nerves within her, smirking as she howled. “S-Siddgeir! Siddgeir, w-wait!” she cried, biting the blanket again, bucking against him. “M-My Jarl! My Jarl, I-I’m-! I can’t-!”
“Come on,” he said amused and she kicked out as he added more pressure, teasing her to the point where she arched her back, tensing around his fingers. “Come on, Kjersti, ride it out already…”
She cried out, her breath catching in her throat and it hit her like a boulder, her hips moving on their own, sensations filling her head and she rode his hand. She could feel herself release, literally, something within her letting go and she fell against the blankets again, her hips rolling still as he thrust his fingers in her. He pulled back, her body shaking as he did and he wiped his hand on her stomach making her groan, her legs pressing together once again, throbbing before she collapsed.
“Was that so hard?” he asked and she groaned again, covering her eyes with her right forearm, exhaustion hitting her. He grabbed her wrist, forcing her up and she fell against him as he pulled her into his lap, her breathing still ragged.
“…W…what…” she panted, trying to grip him but she still was empty of stamina. “Siddgeir… what…”
He shrugged. “Something I picked up a while ago. Though really I shouldn’t have to get you off. Learn to do it yourself, elf.”
She groaned and laid against him, her back and hips hurting as the sweat on her body cooled and she slowly wrapped her arms around him, breathing out as she fell back to normal. His skin was warm against hers, his body a bit rough with hair on his chest but she didn’t mind. She found herself leaning into it, feeling how different they were, her skin soft and dotted with a few scars while his was virtually flawless, only his hands showing that he used a weapon.
She pulled at his arm, making him relent and let her touch him and she ran her fingers down his forearm, feeling the muscles and bone underneath. His fingertips were rough, his palm hard from his bow and she pressed her hand flat against his. He dwarfed her by far and she let him go, looking to her own hands at how they only showed wear around her nails before she rested her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around him.
The Sticks [9/?]
“N-Nothing,” she lied, feeling herself pulse still, the ache not subsiding and he scowled. She didn’t meet his eyes, closing them instead as she focused on her breathing and she jerked when his fingers touched her. “S-Siddgeir!”
“Just shut up,” he ordered, spreading her cheeks and she clenched her legs together as he pressed into her, gasping. “Stop clenching!”
“I-I’m sorry!” she whimpered, her fingers gripping the blanket and she tried to relax but his rough touch made it difficult. He stroked her, his fingers pushing into her used entrance, moving up and she bit down on the blanket shaking. He turned them, searching, pressing against her walls and she gave a laboured breath, pulling more of the blanket into her arms. She didn’t know what he was looking for, her body aching and throbbing against his inquisitive fingers and her curled them, pressing against something that made her choke.
“M-My Jarl!” she cried out, bucking and he made a pleased noise from above.
“You say something, Thane?” he drawled and he pressed again, rubbing and she violently jerked, nearly screaming at the feeling. It was almost too intense for her, like jolts of electricity firing in her stomach and he began to rub, coaxing her. She twisted, falling on her back and she covered her face to try and keep her cries down but it seemed useless.
She thrashed, grabbing at the blanket below her, pulling it within her fists and she cried out as he put a hand on her stomach, still stroking the nerves within her, smirking as she howled. “S-Siddgeir! Siddgeir, w-wait!” she cried, biting the blanket again, bucking against him. “M-My Jarl! My Jarl, I-I’m-! I can’t-!”
“Come on,” he said amused and she kicked out as he added more pressure, teasing her to the point where she arched her back, tensing around his fingers. “Come on, Kjersti, ride it out already…”
She cried out, her breath catching in her throat and it hit her like a boulder, her hips moving on their own, sensations filling her head and she rode his hand. She could feel herself release, literally, something within her letting go and she fell against the blankets again, her hips rolling still as he thrust his fingers in her. He pulled back, her body shaking as he did and he wiped his hand on her stomach making her groan, her legs pressing together once again, throbbing before she collapsed.
“Was that so hard?” he asked and she groaned again, covering her eyes with her right forearm, exhaustion hitting her. He grabbed her wrist, forcing her up and she fell against him as he pulled her into his lap, her breathing still ragged.
“…W…what…” she panted, trying to grip him but she still was empty of stamina. “Siddgeir… what…”
He shrugged. “Something I picked up a while ago. Though really I shouldn’t have to get you off. Learn to do it yourself, elf.”
She groaned and laid against him, her back and hips hurting as the sweat on her body cooled and she slowly wrapped her arms around him, breathing out as she fell back to normal. His skin was warm against hers, his body a bit rough with hair on his chest but she didn’t mind. She found herself leaning into it, feeling how different they were, her skin soft and dotted with a few scars while his was virtually flawless, only his hands showing that he used a weapon.
She pulled at his arm, making him relent and let her touch him and she ran her fingers down his forearm, feeling the muscles and bone underneath. His fingertips were rough, his palm hard from his bow and she pressed her hand flat against his. He dwarfed her by far and she let him go, looking to her own hands at how they only showed wear around her nails before she rested her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around him.