She finally broke and she nearly let out a scream but she covered her mouth to stop it, her entire body twisting and falling back making him catch her as he milked her for what she was worth. She came more than he anticipated, his fingers and hand getting soaked and he pulled out to watch her buck, tears in her eyes from pleasure and her toes curling as she collapsed against him. He rubbed her wet folds, soothing her as he did while he grinned and she was soon limp against him as if she has just died and gone to aetherius.
He tossed her on the bed, wiping his hand off on her body before he kissed her. She barely responded back but he didn’t really care. He was rather more interested now in just taking in how useless she was after he did something as simple as teasing her insides and he smirked.
She did look rather well-fucked and it got his cock twitching again. Well, once she was up he’d cure that. He slapped her thigh lightly to draw her out of her exhaustion but she still didn’t move. “Kjersti. Get up.”
She groaned and he rolled his eyes. Whatever. He reached over to grab the blankets, pulling them up to make himself more comfortable when her hand moved over his cock making him stop and he looked down. She was biting her lip, her tired eyes open and on him and she rolled onto her side. “Siddgeir… please… let me…”
He furrowed his brows though he was amused she was responding already. “I thought you were done for the night?”
She shook her head before a blush ran over her cheeks. “I… want you… I can’t… help it.”
Slowly he began to smile at her words. This stupid fucking elf. He slapped her thigh hard, forcing her onto her back and he dragged her towards him making her yelp. He wasn’t tender as he grabbed her flesh, digging his nails into her hips leaving small marks before he leaned over her.
“Insatiable idiot.”
“Only for you,” she panted and he smirked. Well, whatever. That’s the way it should be. He should be the only man fucking her damned, tight body. He gave her ass a slap before he entered, making sure she felt it as he pushed her to his bed. He wasn’t going to be gentle – he hated doing this shit slow like some lovesick Breton or Imperial – and she let out a pant almost in happiness making him raise a brow. This fucking elf.
“You better scream my name, understand?” he growled, gripping her hair which felt silky and smooth against his fingers. “Thane?!”
“Y-Yes…” she moaned. “I-I will…”
“What was that?” he snapped pulling hard back her arch and she turned slightly, her mouth open as she let out a soft moan.
“Yes, my Jarl…”
He didn’t remember much after that other than he fucking lost it before she did. She had been squirming against him, shouting his name in a way he could still hear and he let out a soft sigh as he turned on the bed, the candles having burned out save for the one by the door. It made him stretch and rub his eyes. He had no idea what time it was.
She was curled slightly beside him, her small chest rising and falling slowly, her body deep in slumber and he reached over to touch her feeling her cool skin. The low candlelight didn’t illuminate a lot but he could slightly make out her features and he pulled the blanket up and looked down. He could make out the scars on her stomach and he sighed, tossing the woven linen back over her before he got up. He rubbed his face, feeling his exhaustion, how his hips ached a little before he pulled his bunched up tunic down and grabbed his loincloth from off the floor.
He tugged on his boots and went out to take a piss, the sky still dark and the town quiet making him sigh. One of the guards looked at him in shock and he glared in irritation until they went stiff and stared straight ahead. He didn’t need his fucking soldiers gawking at him as if he was a one-legged dog and he made a mental note to berate Helvard later for it. He was allowed to walk outside and take a fucking piss without looks from lowly idiots.
When he returned she was still in the same position and he took to lying beside her, kicking off his boots before he did. He tried to go back to sleep, his body still aching a bit but he couldn’t seem to get comfortable.
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Chasing it Down [7/?]
Date: 2014-05-22 01:12 pm (UTC)He tossed her on the bed, wiping his hand off on her body before he kissed her. She barely responded back but he didn’t really care. He was rather more interested now in just taking in how useless she was after he did something as simple as teasing her insides and he smirked.
She did look rather well-fucked and it got his cock twitching again. Well, once she was up he’d cure that. He slapped her thigh lightly to draw her out of her exhaustion but she still didn’t move. “Kjersti. Get up.”
She groaned and he rolled his eyes. Whatever. He reached over to grab the blankets, pulling them up to make himself more comfortable when her hand moved over his cock making him stop and he looked down. She was biting her lip, her tired eyes open and on him and she rolled onto her side. “Siddgeir… please… let me…”
He furrowed his brows though he was amused she was responding already. “I thought you were done for the night?”
She shook her head before a blush ran over her cheeks. “I… want you… I can’t… help it.”
Slowly he began to smile at her words. This stupid fucking elf. He slapped her thigh hard, forcing her onto her back and he dragged her towards him making her yelp. He wasn’t tender as he grabbed her flesh, digging his nails into her hips leaving small marks before he leaned over her.
“Insatiable idiot.”
“Only for you,” she panted and he smirked. Well, whatever. That’s the way it should be. He should be the only man fucking her damned, tight body. He gave her ass a slap before he entered, making sure she felt it as he pushed her to his bed. He wasn’t going to be gentle – he hated doing this shit slow like some lovesick Breton or Imperial – and she let out a pant almost in happiness making him raise a brow. This fucking elf.
“You better scream my name, understand?” he growled, gripping her hair which felt silky and smooth against his fingers. “Thane?!”
“Y-Yes…” she moaned. “I-I will…”
“What was that?” he snapped pulling hard back her arch and she turned slightly, her mouth open as she let out a soft moan.
“Yes, my Jarl…”
He didn’t remember much after that other than he fucking lost it before she did. She had been squirming against him, shouting his name in a way he could still hear and he let out a soft sigh as he turned on the bed, the candles having burned out save for the one by the door. It made him stretch and rub his eyes. He had no idea what time it was.
She was curled slightly beside him, her small chest rising and falling slowly, her body deep in slumber and he reached over to touch her feeling her cool skin. The low candlelight didn’t illuminate a lot but he could slightly make out her features and he pulled the blanket up and looked down. He could make out the scars on her stomach and he sighed, tossing the woven linen back over her before he got up. He rubbed his face, feeling his exhaustion, how his hips ached a little before he pulled his bunched up tunic down and grabbed his loincloth from off the floor.
He tugged on his boots and went out to take a piss, the sky still dark and the town quiet making him sigh. One of the guards looked at him in shock and he glared in irritation until they went stiff and stared straight ahead. He didn’t need his fucking soldiers gawking at him as if he was a one-legged dog and he made a mental note to berate Helvard later for it. He was allowed to walk outside and take a fucking piss without looks from lowly idiots.
When he returned she was still in the same position and he took to lying beside her, kicking off his boots before he did. He tried to go back to sleep, his body still aching a bit but he couldn’t seem to get comfortable.