Jaenna let out a frustrated groan. She was still hot from the touch of his fingers. Waiting any longer to feel him within her was torture.
Ulfric seemed to agree. A groan escaped his lips while he kissed her. He rocked back and forth but didn’t enter her. His cock slid against her, urgently pressing, the pressure building. Jaenna’s legs gripped him so fiercely that they trembled, but his position gave him the advantage and she could not draw him in.
“Do it,” Jaenna gasped.
Ulfric’s mouth swallowed her breathless plea. His weight shifted and he reached down between their bodies to wrap one hand around himself. Jaenna was warned Ulfric was up to no good when an evil chuckle escaped his lips. His fist pumped up and down his shaft languidly. Each time his hand reached the head of his cock, his knuckles lightly grazed over Jaenna’s clit, making her muscles clench.
Ulfric buried his face into the crook of her neck. Jaenna squirmed, hearing how Ulfric’s breathing came in fast gasps. His hand moved quicker now, brushing harder against her clit, driving Jaenna crazy. With each stroke, she could feel his cock nudging closer and closer to her core.
With a strained grunt, Ulfric released himself and plunged into her. Jaenna screamed, his cock hard and thick and stretching her. He bucked, thrusting into her heat relentlessly, fast enough to match the earlier pace of his hand. Each slap of their bodies made Jaenna release a wordless cry of pleasure.
Ulfric’s hot breaths made her neck and shoulder damp. His big hands tangled into her hair, clutching her to him. She felt a tremor shudder through his muscled body and his breath hitched. He slowed his pace to thrust even deeper. Jaenna’s legs dropped open more, to accommodate the entirety of his throbbing length.
At this, Ulfric’s jaw clenched, his bared teeth grazing the thin skin of her throat. His breaths hissed through his teeth as he tried to hold himself back. He kissed her roughly, his tongue plunging into her mouth. Jaenna trembled and let him dominate her being, her moans encouraging him to go further than he dared.
Ulfric’s scalding mouth trailed down her neck again, sucking and biting. One hand anchored her shoulder as he pounding into her body. The fingers of his other hand sank into the soft flesh of her breast. Jaenna cried out. Ulfric gave a stuttering growl. He pinched the tight nub of her breast, tweaking it, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to Jaenna’s loins.
Without warning, Jaenna’s inner walls clamped down around Ulfric’s cock. Jaenna screamed and arched her back, the leather belt biting into her wrists. Her vision went blinding white-hot. Ulfric’s deep shout joined hers. He shuddered and convulsed and warmth filled her belly.
Both of them collapsed, boneless, chests heaving. Ulfric didn’t withdraw from her, but he propped himself up on his elbows and kissed her cheek. After a moment, he untied her hands.
Jaenna hummed, still lost in a daze of pleasure. “I change my mind,” she purred, shaking out her arms. “If someone tries to marry you, I’ll duel her.”
Ulfric chuckled, presumably at the absurdity of two women fighting for his affections. Or maybe he thought it amusing anyone would willingly battle the dragonborn for any reason, after she’d almost single-handedly destroyed on the Imperial Legion. “I hope this means you’ll always come back to me,” he said, still sounding breathless.
“Don’t Shoot the Messenger” F!DB/Ulfric, Part 9e
Ulfric seemed to agree. A groan escaped his lips while he kissed her. He rocked back and forth but didn’t enter her. His cock slid against her, urgently pressing, the pressure building. Jaenna’s legs gripped him so fiercely that they trembled, but his position gave him the advantage and she could not draw him in.
“Do it,” Jaenna gasped.
Ulfric’s mouth swallowed her breathless plea. His weight shifted and he reached down between their bodies to wrap one hand around himself. Jaenna was warned Ulfric was up to no good when an evil chuckle escaped his lips. His fist pumped up and down his shaft languidly. Each time his hand reached the head of his cock, his knuckles lightly grazed over Jaenna’s clit, making her muscles clench.
Ulfric buried his face into the crook of her neck. Jaenna squirmed, hearing how Ulfric’s breathing came in fast gasps. His hand moved quicker now, brushing harder against her clit, driving Jaenna crazy. With each stroke, she could feel his cock nudging closer and closer to her core.
With a strained grunt, Ulfric released himself and plunged into her. Jaenna screamed, his cock hard and thick and stretching her. He bucked, thrusting into her heat relentlessly, fast enough to match the earlier pace of his hand. Each slap of their bodies made Jaenna release a wordless cry of pleasure.
Ulfric’s hot breaths made her neck and shoulder damp. His big hands tangled into her hair, clutching her to him. She felt a tremor shudder through his muscled body and his breath hitched. He slowed his pace to thrust even deeper. Jaenna’s legs dropped open more, to accommodate the entirety of his throbbing length.
At this, Ulfric’s jaw clenched, his bared teeth grazing the thin skin of her throat. His breaths hissed through his teeth as he tried to hold himself back. He kissed her roughly, his tongue plunging into her mouth. Jaenna trembled and let him dominate her being, her moans encouraging him to go further than he dared.
Ulfric’s scalding mouth trailed down her neck again, sucking and biting. One hand anchored her shoulder as he pounding into her body. The fingers of his other hand sank into the soft flesh of her breast. Jaenna cried out. Ulfric gave a stuttering growl. He pinched the tight nub of her breast, tweaking it, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to Jaenna’s loins.
Without warning, Jaenna’s inner walls clamped down around Ulfric’s cock. Jaenna screamed and arched her back, the leather belt biting into her wrists. Her vision went blinding white-hot. Ulfric’s deep shout joined hers. He shuddered and convulsed and warmth filled her belly.
Both of them collapsed, boneless, chests heaving. Ulfric didn’t withdraw from her, but he propped himself up on his elbows and kissed her cheek. After a moment, he untied her hands.
Jaenna hummed, still lost in a daze of pleasure. “I change my mind,” she purred, shaking out her arms. “If someone tries to marry you, I’ll duel her.”
Ulfric chuckled, presumably at the absurdity of two women fighting for his affections. Or maybe he thought it amusing anyone would willingly battle the dragonborn for any reason, after she’d almost single-handedly destroyed on the Imperial Legion. “I hope this means you’ll always come back to me,” he said, still sounding breathless.