Ulfric worked his fingers into the straps of her underwear and pulled them down to her knees, his tongue searching for the little button of skin. Finally, he pressed it with the tip of his tongue, making Baltraz cry out, the wanton noise bouncing off the walls. "Jarl Ulfric! Jarl Ulfric." She breathed, pushing his head away from her. "Why are you doing this?"
Ulfric looked up at her from his spot on the floor. The lust clouding his eyes made it hard for Baltraz to find his true intentions. Ulfric stood, seemingly trying to find purchase in his lust driven state. "I am... thanking you." He said thickly, pressing his hard member against her again.
She moved away from him, putting distance between the two and replacing her undergarments. "I do not want it." She stated clearly, gathering her tunic and armor from the floor. "The honor of killing those Thalmor bastards is worth it."
"No." Ulfric answered, pulling his own tunic and trousers off and tucking away his loin cloth. "I'm not letting you leave me like this. I am the true High King of Skyrim and I deserve to reward you how I see fit." Ulfric pushed her against the wall, pinning her arms high above her head with one hand and tearing away her undergarments with another. He slid deeply inside her, causing her to cry out in distress as her hymen blood tricking down her thigh. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." he whispered against her neck as he allowed her to adjust to his size. He began moving, and Baltraz, against her inner will, whimpered. The emotional dam all orcs had, had been broken. "Please," she begged "Please let me go. Do not sully me further."
Ulfric continued to move, against her will. "It will feel good. Trust me. It will be fine." He licked his fingertips and pressed them against her magic little button. He found that, rubbing ever so gently caused her little whines of pain to be transformed into mewls of pleasure. He dropped her arms and she wrapped them around him, resting her head on the crook of his neck. Ulfric sucked at her chartreuse ears and neck. She was letting this happen, she was accepting his thanks.
He moved faster, picking up the pace and thrusting harder. Baltraz pressed her palms to the wall and bit her lip, trying to stop the keens of pleasure from escaping her throat. An unfamiliar warmth pooled in the lower part of her abdomen and she made another wanton noise. Ulfric came with a gasp inside of her and pulled away. His seed dripped from her, making lewd splatter noises against the stone floor.
Baltraz stood, breathless, staring at Ulfric, and he did the same. She caught her breath and gathered her things once more. Pulling the tunic over her head and the trousers up to her hips, she left without a single word.
Ulfric stood, catching his own breath as the morning light began filtering through the tall windows. He began dressing and exhaled slowly. He wasn't sure what he had just done, but as he picked up and folded the armor Baltraz left behind, he was sure of one thing. He would never be satisfied by a nord woman again.
The jarl found his way to the throne and sat, a hand over his eyes as the start of a headache pulsed against his brow. "Where is Baltraz?" Galmar asked, eying the pile of clothes in Ulfric's lap.
"Gone to see her stronghold." Ulfric answered. He wasn't sure if it was a lie or not, but knew that Baltraz might not be back.
***
The day arrived in which they would begin attacking Fort Hraggstad. Ulfric had heard whispers and rumors about the whereabouts of Baltraz, but serisouly doubted that she would come back. Galmar had asked him a dozen or so times to contact the orc, but Ulfric refused and refused again.
The map of their current location lay spread out on the table in front of Galmar and Ulfric has they reviewed their strategies. "And this troop will move left, and then that leaves this one to move forward and take some ground within the actual fort."
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Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak's Reconciliation [3/?]
Date: 2014-03-23 06:01 pm (UTC)Ulfric looked up at her from his spot on the floor. The lust clouding his eyes made it hard for Baltraz to find his true intentions. Ulfric stood, seemingly trying to find purchase in his lust driven state. "I am... thanking you." He said thickly, pressing his hard member against her again.
She moved away from him, putting distance between the two and replacing her undergarments. "I do not want it." She stated clearly, gathering her tunic and armor from the floor. "The honor of killing those Thalmor bastards is worth it."
"No." Ulfric answered, pulling his own tunic and trousers off and tucking away his loin cloth. "I'm not letting you leave me like this. I am the true High King of Skyrim and I deserve to reward you how I see fit." Ulfric pushed her against the wall, pinning her arms high above her head with one hand and tearing away her undergarments with another. He slid deeply inside her, causing her to cry out in distress as her hymen blood tricking down her thigh. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." he whispered against her neck as he allowed her to adjust to his size. He began moving, and Baltraz, against her inner will, whimpered. The emotional dam all orcs had, had been broken. "Please," she begged "Please let me go. Do not sully me further."
Ulfric continued to move, against her will. "It
will feel good. Trust me. It will be fine." He licked his fingertips and pressed them against her magic little button. He found that, rubbing ever so gently caused her little whines of pain to be transformed into mewls of pleasure. He dropped her arms and she wrapped them around him, resting her head on the crook of his neck. Ulfric sucked at her chartreuse ears and neck. She was letting this happen, she was accepting his thanks.
He moved faster, picking up the pace and thrusting harder. Baltraz pressed her palms to the wall and bit her lip, trying to stop the keens of pleasure from escaping her throat. An unfamiliar warmth pooled in the lower part of her abdomen and she made another wanton noise. Ulfric came with a gasp inside of her and pulled away. His seed dripped from her, making lewd splatter noises against the stone floor.
Baltraz stood, breathless, staring at Ulfric, and he did the same. She caught her breath and gathered her things once more. Pulling the tunic over her head and the trousers up to her hips, she left without a single word.
Ulfric stood, catching his own breath as the morning light began filtering through the tall windows. He began dressing and exhaled slowly. He wasn't sure what he had just done, but as he picked up and folded the armor Baltraz left behind, he was sure of one thing. He would never be satisfied by a nord woman again.
The jarl found his way to the throne and sat, a hand over his eyes as the start of a headache pulsed against his brow. "Where is Baltraz?" Galmar asked, eying the pile of clothes in Ulfric's lap.
"Gone to see her stronghold." Ulfric answered. He wasn't sure if it was a lie or not, but knew that Baltraz might not be back.
***
The day arrived in which they would begin attacking Fort Hraggstad. Ulfric had heard whispers and rumors about the whereabouts of Baltraz, but serisouly doubted that she would come back. Galmar had asked him a dozen or so times to contact the orc, but Ulfric refused and refused again.
The map of their current location lay spread out on the table in front of Galmar and Ulfric has they reviewed their strategies. "And this troop will move left, and then that leaves this one to move forward and take some ground within the actual fort."