But that didn't help her deal with her parents now. She snuggled closer to Madanach, wanting comfort, warmth, another person next to her, not to be alone. He happily obliged her, pulling her into his arms and kissing her forehead, love and affection pouring out of him. Liriel sighed happily, basking in it. Yes, yes it would be fine, she'd love again, would have to, one day she'd be ready and she'd bring her new lover to a Matriarch for a Forsworn Bonding so she could have this again.
“I love you,” she whispered. “Despite everything.”
“What do you mean, despite everything?” Madanach said indignantly. “I am an excellent husband.”
Liriel barely contained the laughter on that one. “Madanach, you took me for drinks with the Daedric Prince of Debauchery, and then the two of us ended up cutting a merry swathe across all of Skyrim, in which you ended up kissing Sanguine, I'm near certain I was having sex with someone else while you kissed me and we had an uninhibited three-way with Matriarch Moira and then told Ysolda of Whiterun we were taking a third spouse to give us children??” She was glaring hard at her disbelieving husband. “I'm not even getting started on Matriarch Esmerelda and the goat! I've had to pay out close to five thousand septims as compensation and hush money! And it is entirely your fault! Frankly I don't know what I still see in you.”
“Don't forget attempting to have sex with the statues of Dibella in the temple, not to mention half the priestesses,” Madanach said innocently and Liriel actually did smack him at that point – not very hard though and he fended her off, catching her in his arms and kissing her.
“I'm really very sorry,” he murmured in her ear. “I had no idea... Daedric Prince of Debauchery? Really? And I outdrank him on strong jenever first time we met? Well now. Not often a man gets to say he drank Sanguine under the table.”
Liriel glared, eyes blazing with the wrath of an angry dragon as she leaned closer, tip of her nose just touching his.
“The only reason I am not dragging you back to Morvunskar and leaving you there to your fate is because the children would miss you,” Liriel growled, but Madanach could tell her heart wasn't quite in it.
“I'm very sorry to hear that,” he murmured. “What exactly happened with the goat?”
“Not telling you,” Liriel said and he could feel the smugness, the desire to get revenge for all this by holding at least something over him, and that was Liriel all over, the smirking, teasing Elven wench, delighting in his misery as always. He'd show her. In one go, he'd rolled her on to her back, enjoying the squeak as he pinned her shoulders down and nudged her legs apart.
“That is a damn shame,” he breathed, nipping the point of one ear. “In that case, I'm afraid I'm just going to have to get it out of you the hard way.”
A little whimper escaped her throat and then he kissed her, loving this, loving the most powerful and dangerous woman in Skyrim pinned helplessly underneath him, those gorgeous breasts pushing into his chest and he could feel the nipples through her clothes and his. Definitely past time to get naked and get his lips on said glorious breasts and there she was, reacting and arching her back even more and gods yes he wanted her, no one was ever taking her away, not ever, her parents could definitely go fuck themselves, Liriel was his, dammit, his!
She was whimpering again, and he abandoned all thoughts of pinning her down and teasing her, now he just wanted her, planting fierce kisses all over her face and neck as his cock ground into her and she was unfastening his robes, fingers in her hair as she gasped his name.
Definitely getting laid tonight after all. At least he thought he was... until he heard the knocking on the door.
“Shouldn't you get that?” Liriel whispered.
“No,” Madanach growled. “I'm ignoring it. They can get Nepos to deal with it.”
“Madanach!” Nepos called through the door. “Madanach, you have a visitor.”
Madanach collapsed on the bed, ready to weep. Clearly this whole enterprise was doomed. He was tempted to tell Nepos what said visitor could do with himself, but if his steward was bothering him, it was probably important.
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Re: Thicker Than Blood 5.5
Date: 2014-02-11 09:19 pm (UTC)“I love you,” she whispered. “Despite everything.”
“What do you mean, despite everything?” Madanach said indignantly. “I am an excellent husband.”
Liriel barely contained the laughter on that one. “Madanach, you took me for drinks with the Daedric Prince of Debauchery, and then the two of us ended up cutting a merry swathe across all of Skyrim, in which you ended up kissing Sanguine, I'm near certain I was having sex with someone else while you kissed me and we had an uninhibited three-way with Matriarch Moira and then told Ysolda of Whiterun we were taking a third spouse to give us children??” She was glaring hard at her disbelieving husband. “I'm not even getting started on Matriarch Esmerelda and the goat! I've had to pay out close to five thousand septims as compensation and hush money! And it is entirely your fault! Frankly I don't know what I still see in you.”
“Don't forget attempting to have sex with the statues of Dibella in the temple, not to mention half the priestesses,” Madanach said innocently and Liriel actually did smack him at that point – not very hard though and he fended her off, catching her in his arms and kissing her.
“I'm really very sorry,” he murmured in her ear. “I had no idea... Daedric Prince of Debauchery? Really? And I outdrank him on strong jenever first time we met? Well now. Not often a man gets to say he drank Sanguine under the table.”
Liriel glared, eyes blazing with the wrath of an angry dragon as she leaned closer, tip of her nose just touching his.
“The only reason I am not dragging you back to Morvunskar and leaving you there to your fate is because the children would miss you,” Liriel growled, but Madanach could tell her heart wasn't quite in it.
“I'm very sorry to hear that,” he murmured. “What exactly happened with the goat?”
“Not telling you,” Liriel said and he could feel the smugness, the desire to get revenge for all this by holding at least something over him, and that was Liriel all over, the smirking, teasing Elven wench, delighting in his misery as always. He'd show her. In one go, he'd rolled her on to her back, enjoying the squeak as he pinned her shoulders down and nudged her legs apart.
“That is a damn shame,” he breathed, nipping the point of one ear. “In that case, I'm afraid I'm just going to have to get it out of you the hard way.”
A little whimper escaped her throat and then he kissed her, loving this, loving the most powerful and dangerous woman in Skyrim pinned helplessly underneath him, those gorgeous breasts pushing into his chest and he could feel the nipples through her clothes and his. Definitely past time to get naked and get his lips on said glorious breasts and there she was, reacting and arching her back even more and gods yes he wanted her, no one was ever taking her away, not ever, her parents could definitely go fuck themselves, Liriel was his, dammit, his!
She was whimpering again, and he abandoned all thoughts of pinning her down and teasing her, now he just wanted her, planting fierce kisses all over her face and neck as his cock ground into her and she was unfastening his robes, fingers in her hair as she gasped his name.
Definitely getting laid tonight after all. At least he thought he was... until he heard the knocking on the door.
“Shouldn't you get that?” Liriel whispered.
“No,” Madanach growled. “I'm ignoring it. They can get Nepos to deal with it.”
“Madanach!” Nepos called through the door. “Madanach, you have a visitor.”
Madanach collapsed on the bed, ready to weep. Clearly this whole enterprise was doomed. He was tempted to tell Nepos what said visitor could do with himself, but if his steward was bothering him, it was probably important.