The first mission was rocky to say the least. Some of the soldiers weren't happy to see such a creature, either working with them or not, and many soldiers weren't afraid to let their true feelings be known. Fortunately for Baltruz, she was used to nords treating her so.
The second mission was a little better, and the third even better. She rose through the ranks with ease, capturing the respect of Stormcloaks and Stormcloak supporters everywhere. Songs were written, rumors were started, hateful stares became adoring, and Baltraz learned from the soldiers. She learned to braid her hair, and use her shield as something more than a blunt object.
Shouts were used against enemies and while they were hunting. The nords loved and adored her, but Baltraz was beginning to feel squeamish about the abandonment of her people. Were they to be granted certain permissions they had been denied because of her success, or was she going to be the only one to receive such permissions? Baltraz had received the title of Stormblade and Ulfric had informed her that they were ready for the seizure of Fort Hraggstad.
Galmar had gone to bed long ago, leaving Baltraz and Ulfric in the war room alone. Baltraz still found ways to piss Ulfric off, ways he didn't know even existed, but something else was growing within him, a closeness that Ulfric didn't know how to handle. Initially, his plan was to use Baltraz to seize his rightful position as High King of Skyrim and then toss her aside, labeling her a criminal to be killed on sight. But recently, the sight of Baltraz was beginning to drive him crazy. The way she celebrated a victory by tapping her toes to a rhythm he had never heard, the small smile that graced her face as her arrow flew into the bull's-eye, her lower lip stretching against the tusks when she did smile, the way her strong fingers delicately painted on that strange design every morning.
Ulfric had his fair share of pretty women, and he loved bedding them, but had never... fallen in love with any of them. Which was a terrible notion to be entertaining. He wasn't falling in love with Baltraz, there was no way. She was a beast, nothing but a creature, a... a PIG! But at the same time, Ulfric had seen the way her eyes lingered on the orc strongholds, he had witnessed the inner workings of her mind, he had seen how hard she worked to not become the dragon tearing away inside her. ... And it had created a soft spot inside of him.
Baltraz was leaning against the table with her arms crossed. She was staring out the tall slender window, thinking thoughts that had nothing to do with Ulfric when he took a step closer to her. It brought her from her day dream, he was standing closer to her than he ever had before, and it was making her neck hair stand on end. She swallowed and opened her mouth. "I miss my stronghold." She said quietly, her brusque voice bounced off the walls. "Before we take Fort Hraggstad, I'd like to visit them." Ulfric took another step, making Baltraz un-cross her arms. She furrowed her brow. "Jarl Ulfric?" She asked, "Are you feeling okay?"
Ulfric pounced, his hard member pressing into Baltraz's upper thigh. She squirmed against him, resisting as he pressed his lips to hers. If I force it, then it won't mean anything, he told himself as he worked the familiar clasps and ties on her Stormcloak armor. It fell away, revealing all her curvaceous and muscular glory to him. He had never seen such creamy, olive-green skin and it mesmerized him. Pinning her wrists to the table, he moved down, taking a dark nipple in his mouth. Blatraz made a noise above him and moved to free her wrists. Ulfric sucked harder, rolling the nub between his teeth and lips and tongue. She continued to struggle half-heartedly. She was an Orc, Ulfric remembered, and if she didn't want this she could get out of it. But that was no good.
In his delirious moment, Ulfric switched his point of view. Beasts responded to carnal rewards better than monetary rewards. And Baltraz was definitely a beast. He was thanking her for all her hard work for his war effort. He let go of his wrists and moved to his knees, his mouth finding her musky sex through her undergarments. Baltraz cried out, her fingers finding purchase in his thick blonde hair.
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Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak's Reconciliation [2/?]
Date: 2014-03-23 06:00 pm (UTC)The second mission was a little better, and the third even better. She rose through the ranks with ease, capturing the respect of Stormcloaks and Stormcloak supporters everywhere. Songs were written, rumors were started, hateful stares became adoring, and Baltraz learned from the soldiers. She learned to braid her hair, and use her shield as something more than a blunt object.
Shouts were used against enemies and while they were hunting. The nords loved and adored her, but Baltraz was beginning to feel squeamish about the abandonment of her people. Were they to be granted certain permissions they had been denied because of her success, or was she going to be the only one to receive such permissions? Baltraz had received the title of Stormblade and Ulfric had informed her that they were ready for the seizure of Fort Hraggstad.
Galmar had gone to bed long ago, leaving Baltraz and Ulfric in the war room alone. Baltraz still found ways to piss Ulfric off, ways he didn't know even existed, but something else was growing within him, a closeness that Ulfric didn't know how to handle. Initially, his plan was to use Baltraz to seize his rightful position as High King of Skyrim and then toss her aside, labeling her a criminal to be killed on sight. But recently, the sight of Baltraz was beginning to drive him crazy. The way she celebrated a victory by tapping her toes to a rhythm he had never heard, the small smile that graced her face as her arrow flew into the bull's-eye, her lower lip stretching against the tusks when she did smile, the way her strong fingers delicately painted on that strange design every morning.
Ulfric had his fair share of pretty women, and he loved bedding them, but had never... fallen in love with any of them. Which was a terrible notion to be entertaining. He wasn't falling in love with Baltraz, there was no way. She was a beast, nothing but a creature, a... a PIG! But at the same time, Ulfric had seen the way her eyes lingered on the orc strongholds, he had witnessed the inner workings of her mind, he had seen how hard she worked to not become the dragon tearing away inside her. ... And it had created a soft spot inside of him.
Baltraz was leaning against the table with her arms crossed. She was staring out the tall slender window, thinking thoughts that had nothing to do with Ulfric when he took a step closer to her. It brought her from her day dream, he was standing closer to her than he ever had before, and it was making her neck hair stand on end. She swallowed and opened her mouth. "I miss my stronghold." She said quietly, her brusque voice bounced off the walls. "Before we take Fort Hraggstad, I'd like to visit them." Ulfric took another step, making Baltraz un-cross her arms. She furrowed her brow. "Jarl Ulfric?" She asked, "Are you feeling okay?"
Ulfric pounced, his hard member pressing into Baltraz's upper thigh. She squirmed against him, resisting as he pressed his lips to hers. If I force it, then it won't mean anything, he told himself as he worked the familiar clasps and ties on her Stormcloak armor. It fell away, revealing all her curvaceous and muscular glory to him. He had never seen such creamy, olive-green skin and it mesmerized him. Pinning her wrists to the table, he moved down, taking a dark nipple in his mouth. Blatraz made a noise above him and moved to free her wrists. Ulfric sucked harder, rolling the nub between his teeth and lips and tongue. She continued to struggle half-heartedly. She was an Orc, Ulfric remembered, and if she didn't want this she could get out of it. But that was no good.
In his delirious moment, Ulfric switched his point of view. Beasts responded to carnal rewards better than monetary rewards. And Baltraz was definitely a beast. He was thanking her for all her hard work for his war effort. He let go of his wrists and moved to his knees, his mouth finding her musky sex through her undergarments. Baltraz cried out, her fingers finding purchase in his thick blonde hair.