Igrainne shook her head, looking up at Galmar and then the Jarl of Windhelm in turn. “Do I not have a say in all this?” she huffed breathlessly, though any venom in her voice was replaced with a breathy quality thanks to both Ulfric’s and Galmar’s attentions. Never had she felt so pleasured—it was a heady combination, having both Ulfric and Galmar attend to her. Especially since she’d harbored more than a passing fancy for both Nords.
Galmar grinned, dragging his cock back and forth along her sensitive passage, careful to brush against all her pleasure points, his thumb stroking her clitoris in time to his thrusts. This earned him a whole cacophony of moans from his lover, her body arching deliciously off the bed. Oh, he could so get used to this. “Of course, my love,” he crooned, surveying her as he plundered her. “You always have a choice.”
Ulfric arched a brow at his friend before turning his attention back to the woman they were sharing. They were giving her a choice? Since when, thought the Jarl with an indignant huff. They hadn’t talked about giving her a choice in the matter. “Little one, we both want you and we want to share you,” he purred, his tongue tracing the peak of her breast before he latched onto her nipple with his lips. He cupped her unoccupied breast in his hand as he worshipped her quivering breast with his mouth. He loved the way they peaked so deliciously, the rosy tips becoming hard as ebony against his palms. How every stroke and pluck and tweak of her nipples seemed to send a corresponding wave of pleasure to her loins.
Igrainne shuddered with the beginning tremors of another orgasm, clutching blindly at the two men enjoying her. Eyes shut, she arched beneath the dual onslaught. Galmar continued his leisurely pace within her, driving her mad with his talented cock, while Ulfric suckled her breasts. “Yes,” she breathed, finally giving in to the explosion of pleasure that had been building inside her, wrenching a strangled cry from her lips that was quickly captured by Ulfric’s talented mouth. “Yes,” she breathed against his lips.
Galmar quickened his pace, the force of her cunt’s contractions bringing him to the edge of his own orgasm. With a roar he found his release, head thrown back as he emptied himself inside her. “I’m glad that’s settled,” he grinned down at the still writhing Dragonborn, her cunt still milking his cock exquisitely. “Now, Igrainne, may we both share you at the same time?” he whispered, pulling her so that she was seated, his cock still firm within her.
Igrainne blinked at the sudden change of equilibrium, bracing herself on Galmar’s muscular frame. At the same time? “But, how?” she asked, clutching his broad shoulders. Behind her she could hear and feel Ulfric moving to kneel behind her.
Ulfric chuckled, shaking his head. “Ah, my little Breton. I would have thought such a worldly woman as you would know,” he teased as he warmed the bottle of Dwemer oil he’d brought with him between his hands. Leaning forward, he traced a trail of kisses down her shoulder blades to her spine, enjoying the shimmers of response that seemed to race over her fair skin.
Galmar tucked a finger under Igrainne’s chin, lifting her eyes to meet his. “Do you trust us, little one?” he asked gently. At her nod he continued, his tone the same he would use to gentle a shying mare. “Ulfric has to stay clear of entanglements—he may have to make a political marriage,” he admitted, nodding at the future High King. “But he wants to be with you as much as I do, Igrainne. Will you allow us to both share you?”
Igrainne swallowed, closed her eyes, and nodded. “Yes, Galmar,” she whispered.
Ulfric took the warmed oil and coated his fingers with the fluid. “I’m going to try to make sure that there is as little pain as possible, little one,” he promised gently, sliding his finger down to her anus, gently probing her. Galmar, watching her face, took her lips in a fierce, and distracting, kiss and began to move within her, his fingers massaging her clitoris in time with his thrusts.
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Re: Threesome with two guys - M/F/M (Ulfric/F!DB/Galmar) "Troika" 4/?
Date: 2014-02-08 11:26 pm (UTC)Galmar grinned, dragging his cock back and forth along her sensitive passage, careful to brush against all her pleasure points, his thumb stroking her clitoris in time to his thrusts. This earned him a whole cacophony of moans from his lover, her body arching deliciously off the bed. Oh, he could so get used to this. “Of course, my love,” he crooned, surveying her as he plundered her. “You always have a choice.”
Ulfric arched a brow at his friend before turning his attention back to the woman they were sharing. They were giving her a choice? Since when, thought the Jarl with an indignant huff. They hadn’t talked about giving her a choice in the matter. “Little one, we both want you and we want to share you,” he purred, his tongue tracing the peak of her breast before he latched onto her nipple with his lips. He cupped her unoccupied breast in his hand as he worshipped her quivering breast with his mouth. He loved the way they peaked so deliciously, the rosy tips becoming hard as ebony against his palms. How every stroke and pluck and tweak of her nipples seemed to send a corresponding wave of pleasure to her loins.
Igrainne shuddered with the beginning tremors of another orgasm, clutching blindly at the two men enjoying her. Eyes shut, she arched beneath the dual onslaught. Galmar continued his leisurely pace within her, driving her mad with his talented cock, while Ulfric suckled her breasts. “Yes,” she breathed, finally giving in to the explosion of pleasure that had been building inside her, wrenching a strangled cry from her lips that was quickly captured by Ulfric’s talented mouth. “Yes,” she breathed against his lips.
Galmar quickened his pace, the force of her cunt’s contractions bringing him to the edge of his own orgasm. With a roar he found his release, head thrown back as he emptied himself inside her. “I’m glad that’s settled,” he grinned down at the still writhing Dragonborn, her cunt still milking his cock exquisitely. “Now, Igrainne, may we both share you at the same time?” he whispered, pulling her so that she was seated, his cock still firm within her.
Igrainne blinked at the sudden change of equilibrium, bracing herself on Galmar’s muscular frame. At the same time? “But, how?” she asked, clutching his broad shoulders. Behind her she could hear and feel Ulfric moving to kneel behind her.
Ulfric chuckled, shaking his head. “Ah, my little Breton. I would have thought such a worldly woman as you would know,” he teased as he warmed the bottle of Dwemer oil he’d brought with him between his hands. Leaning forward, he traced a trail of kisses down her shoulder blades to her spine, enjoying the shimmers of response that seemed to race over her fair skin.
Galmar tucked a finger under Igrainne’s chin, lifting her eyes to meet his. “Do you trust us, little one?” he asked gently. At her nod he continued, his tone the same he would use to gentle a shying mare. “Ulfric has to stay clear of entanglements—he may have to make a political marriage,” he admitted, nodding at the future High King. “But he wants to be with you as much as I do, Igrainne. Will you allow us to both share you?”
Igrainne swallowed, closed her eyes, and nodded. “Yes, Galmar,” she whispered.
Ulfric took the warmed oil and coated his fingers with the fluid. “I’m going to try to make sure that there is as little pain as possible, little one,” he promised gently, sliding his finger down to her anus, gently probing her. Galmar, watching her face, took her lips in a fierce, and distracting, kiss and began to move within her, his fingers massaging her clitoris in time with his thrusts.