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Igrainne gulped, looking between the two men who flanked her. “Both of you?” she squeaked. At the simultaneous nod, she swallowed again, feeling her cheeks heating. “At the same time?”

Galmar chuckled, his broad hand rubbing intriguing circles on the small of her back. “I told you, Ulfric, she’s a quick one.”

Ulfric grinned and looked at the staircase to his side. “Where is your housecarl?” he purred, tugging the stunned Dragonborn towards the staircase.

Igrainne shook her head. “She and the children are in Windhelm. I didn’t want them here for…this,” she admitted as they began to climb the staircase, Galmar following behind, his hand still massaging the muscles of her lower back.

Ulfric frowned as they reached the second floor. “You have children?”

Igrainne nodded. “Adopted. Sophie was living on the streets in Windhelm after her parents died in the war and Lucia was cast out of her aunt and uncle’s house after her own parents died her in Whiterun. I couldn’t leave them out there,” she explained.

Ulfric nodded approvingly. “Very good, Igrainne. Now, which room is yours?” He began to open doors, frowning at the narrow bed that he spotted in the first room.

Igrainne pointed to the next door and soon all three were inside her spacious bedroom, facing her wide, comfortable bed. “Um, why did you want to know where my housecarl and the children were, Ulfric?”

Galmar chuckled from behind her, the sounds of his armor dropping to the floor causing her to start and glance behind her. “Because, Igrainne, we’re going to make you scream. You belong to us,” he growled, tugging her back against his now naked form, his hands coming up to her still covered breasts. “I promise you’ll like it,” purred the bearlike second in command as he slipped his fingers beneath her underwear, capturing her full breasts in his palms and stroking her nipples until they stood sharp as diamonds.

Ulfric grinned at his best friend. “Get her warmed up, would you, Galmar. Stripping off all of this armor takes time,” he admitted, already pulling at his own armor as illustration.

Galmar grinned, stripping the last vestiges of Igrainne’s clothing off so that she was completely bare to both men. “Ah, always leaving me with the hard jobs,” he complained good-naturedly, guiding the still stunned Dragonborn down so that she straddled his lap. “Now, Igrainne, since you have been so good and played so nicely with us, I’m going to give you a treat.” Leaning forward, he captured one of the strawberry hued nipples that capped her full breasts with his lips. Suckling at her breast, he slid his other hand down the flat plane of her belly to the space between her thighs. She was already wet, he noted with pleasure as he slid his fingers inside her. “Ah, Ulfric, she’s liking this. Wet as a selkie, this one is.”

Igrainne blushed, trying to hide her face behind her thick hair only to have Ulfric spear his hands through her hair as he caught her head and forced her to meet his gaze. Clearly there would be no hiding this evening.

“Enjoy it, Igrainne. Enjoy us,” ordered the future High King as he stood before her. His other hand stroked his cock and she found she couldn’t take her eyes off of it. “Would you like a taste of me, Igrainne?” he purred.

Galmar grinned up at his friend and then looked to the Dragonborn. She really was exquisite, he decided as he lifted her off his lap to have her sit on the edge of the bed. Dropping down to the floor before her, he nestled himself between her thighs, his mouth hovering above her steaming cunt. “Mind if I have a taste of you, Igrainne?” he asked.

Oh by the gods, MAOR!!!

Igrainne swallowed, nodding at Galmar dumbly. What could one truly say in this situation, she wondered as her eyes flickered to Ulfric, patiently stroking his cock with his big, broad hands. She was always amazed at the size of Nords—everything about them was just so…big. Reaching out, she traced a fingertip down his length, watching Ulfric shudder under her touch as she learned him. “So warm,” she murmured quietly, raising her eyes to meet Ulfric’s impossibly blue eyes.

Galmar chuckled from between her thighs, his tongue curling around her clitoris as he began to suckle. This caused her to let loose a breathy moan of pleasure as her legs fell even farther apart. “You taste amazing,” admitted Galmar, his hands lifting her thighs to rest on his shoulder, tilting her pelvis to a more advantageous position for his delving.

Ulfric chuckled, watching the play of emotions over Igrainne’s face as Galmar explored her. She was truly an expressive little Breton. Catching his finger beneath her chin, he tilted her head back to meet his gaze, brushing his thumb over the fullness of her bottom lip. “Open for me, little one,” he purred gently.

Igrainne swallowed and obeyed, her mouth parting to accept his weeping cock. As it slipped inside her moist cavern, her eyes fluttered shut, heat rising again in her cheeks. She swallowed more and more of his length, her tongue fluttering against his length even as she relaxed her throat. Finally he hit the back of her throat, his hands threading through her loose hair as he held her in place. She focused on breathing through her nose, the convulsions of her throat around his cock milking him deliciously.

“Galmar, she feels incredible,” moaned Ulfric as he rocked against Igrainne’s mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she suckled his cock.

Galmar glanced up, grinning at the look of bliss on his friend’s face. Turning his attention to the prettiest channel he’d ever seen, he slid his fingers inside, her passage clenching down. “Aye, Ulfric. And she has the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he cooed, suckling on the juices flowing freely from her passage as he plied her clitoris and that spongy patch just a curl of his fingers away. “Come, little one. Come for me,” he urged, feeling the first clenchings of her passage as she started her first, but by no means only, climax of the night.

Overwhelmed, Igrainne felt herself shatter beneath the magically skilled tongue and fingers of Galmar, reciprocating her pleasure to Ulfric’s cock as she suckled on him. Soon Ulfric roared, head thrown back as he emptied himself into her willing mouth. She swallowed him down, all the while still chasing the aftershocks of pleasure that Galmar’s touch wrung from between her thighs.

Sated, Ulfric let his cock slide from her mouth, her gasps of pleasure now filling the bedroom as she thrashed beneath Galmar’s mouth. Sitting down beside her, he guided her back so that she laid flat on the bed. He caught her mouth with his, their tongues tangling as she moaned out her pleasure. “Just enjoy it, Igrainne."

Between her thighs, Galmar slowly rose, hooking her thighs around his hips as he slowly pulled her back towards the end of the bed and closer to his thick cock. "Aye, Igrainne, we want to pleasure you, love." He slid into her carefully, hissing as her channel, still clenching from her first orgasm, slowly gave ground and accepted him. Sawing back and forth gently, he growled as she slowly gave ground, accepting his thick cock deeper and deeper inside herself. "By the Nine," he moaned, finally buried to the hilt and leaning against the bed, staring down at the arching form of the beauty beneath him. "Ulfric, we are keeping her. Understand me?" advised Galmar as he slowly withdrew almost fully from her before he plunged back into her.

Ulfric, his hands full of her breasts, grinned up at his friend from where his mouth plied her throat. "Aye, Galmar. She's ours."

Oh my, I'm an absolute incoherent mess from reading this. Just wow, must have more!

I'm with the above Anon, A!A. I need to lay down after this because unnnnfffff what a delicious combo those two make!

absolutely dashing! Hot and sexy!

hnnnngggh So fricken fantastic!

Igrainne shook her head, looking up at Galmar and then the Jarl of Windhelm in turn. “Do I not have a say in all this?” she huffed breathlessly, though any venom in her voice was replaced with a breathy quality thanks to both Ulfric’s and Galmar’s attentions. Never had she felt so pleasured—it was a heady combination, having both Ulfric and Galmar attend to her. Especially since she’d harbored more than a passing fancy for both Nords.

Galmar grinned, dragging his cock back and forth along her sensitive passage, careful to brush against all her pleasure points, his thumb stroking her clitoris in time to his thrusts. This earned him a whole cacophony of moans from his lover, her body arching deliciously off the bed. Oh, he could so get used to this. “Of course, my love,” he crooned, surveying her as he plundered her. “You always have a choice.”

Ulfric arched a brow at his friend before turning his attention back to the woman they were sharing. They were giving her a choice? Since when, thought the Jarl with an indignant huff. They hadn’t talked about giving her a choice in the matter. “Little one, we both want you and we want to share you,” he purred, his tongue tracing the peak of her breast before he latched onto her nipple with his lips. He cupped her unoccupied breast in his hand as he worshipped her quivering breast with his mouth. He loved the way they peaked so deliciously, the rosy tips becoming hard as ebony against his palms. How every stroke and pluck and tweak of her nipples seemed to send a corresponding wave of pleasure to her loins.

Igrainne shuddered with the beginning tremors of another orgasm, clutching blindly at the two men enjoying her. Eyes shut, she arched beneath the dual onslaught. Galmar continued his leisurely pace within her, driving her mad with his talented cock, while Ulfric suckled her breasts. “Yes,” she breathed, finally giving in to the explosion of pleasure that had been building inside her, wrenching a strangled cry from her lips that was quickly captured by Ulfric’s talented mouth. “Yes,” she breathed against his lips.

Galmar quickened his pace, the force of her cunt’s contractions bringing him to the edge of his own orgasm. With a roar he found his release, head thrown back as he emptied himself inside her. “I’m glad that’s settled,” he grinned down at the still writhing Dragonborn, her cunt still milking his cock exquisitely. “Now, Igrainne, may we both share you at the same time?” he whispered, pulling her so that she was seated, his cock still firm within her.

Igrainne blinked at the sudden change of equilibrium, bracing herself on Galmar’s muscular frame. At the same time? “But, how?” she asked, clutching his broad shoulders. Behind her she could hear and feel Ulfric moving to kneel behind her.

Ulfric chuckled, shaking his head. “Ah, my little Breton. I would have thought such a worldly woman as you would know,” he teased as he warmed the bottle of Dwemer oil he’d brought with him between his hands. Leaning forward, he traced a trail of kisses down her shoulder blades to her spine, enjoying the shimmers of response that seemed to race over her fair skin.

Galmar tucked a finger under Igrainne’s chin, lifting her eyes to meet his. “Do you trust us, little one?” he asked gently. At her nod he continued, his tone the same he would use to gentle a shying mare. “Ulfric has to stay clear of entanglements—he may have to make a political marriage,” he admitted, nodding at the future High King. “But he wants to be with you as much as I do, Igrainne. Will you allow us to both share you?”

Igrainne swallowed, closed her eyes, and nodded. “Yes, Galmar,” she whispered.

Ulfric took the warmed oil and coated his fingers with the fluid. “I’m going to try to make sure that there is as little pain as possible, little one,” he promised gently, sliding his finger down to her anus, gently probing her. Galmar, watching her face, took her lips in a fierce, and distracting, kiss and began to move within her, his fingers massaging her clitoris in time with his thrusts.

As Galmar moved within her, Ulfric slowly introduced first one, then two, then three fingers into her anus, gently scissoring them to spread her in preparation. Finally, she was as prepared as she would be, decided the Jarl and he pressed his oiled cock to her virgin ass.

Galmar nodded to Ulfric, feeling Igrainne’s orgasm begin, and Ulfric thrust carefully inside her. Igrainne’s eyes sprang open—she’d never felt so full. It wasn’t painful, thanks to Ulfric’s preparation of her—just oddly different and mildly uncomfortable. She leaned forward, clinging to Galmar as the two warriors fell into a rhythm, their cocks sliding in and out of her passages with increasing frequency. She could feel herself climbing towards another orgasm and buried her head against Galmar’s chest, fingers curled over his shoulders. Time seemed to slow as both Nords rocked inside her, their cocks brushing through the thin membrane within her and stimulating all of them more. Her orgasm, stronger than the one before, crashed over her seemingly without warning and Igrainne’s cry of release mixed with Ulfric’s and Galmar’s as they both emptied themselves inside her. They stayed like that for long minutes, her body sandwiched between the two Nords. Finally Ulfric pulled out of her, rolling off the bed and moving to the washbasin to clean himself. Returning back to the bed, he sat beside Igrainne and cleaned her, rubbing a healing salve on her anus to prevent any unnecessary pain.

Galmar carefully pulled out of Igrainne and brushed Igrainne’s hair back from her face, his eyes full of concern. “Are you alright, love?” he asked gently. He would understand if she chose not to continue with this unusual arrangement—and part of him, the selfish part, wished that she would decline to be shared. “We didn’t hurt you too much, did we?”

Igrainne raised exhausted eyes to meet Galmar’s and cupped his bearded cheek. “Not too much,” she agreed, a tired smile curling over her lips. “But I think I’m done for tonight. Can we just sleep now?” she murmured, eyes falling shut as she spoke.

Galmar carefully lifted the Dragonborn into his arms and settled her in the center of the bed. Standing beside the bed, he met his Jarl’s gaze. “One of us has to go deal with this town,” he reminded Ulfric.

Ulfric sighed, already reaching for his armor and pulling it on. While he’d much rather curl up beside this remarkable Breton, he realized that his duty had to come first. His best friend had given him the city—it was his job to bring it to heel. “A Jarl’s work is never done. Get some rest—both of you,” he admonished as he leaned back over the bed and kissed Igrainne’s forehead. Soon he’d let himself out of the house, leaving his housecarl and the Dragonborn to their devices.

Back in the bedroom, Galmar lay down beside Igrainne, tugging the blankets over themselves. As she turned towards him, he kissed her slightly swollen lips gently. “Thank you, Igrainne,” he whispered, stroking his hands down her body. “Thank you for letting us both enjoy you."

Super hot, anon!

So.Damn.Hot!

hot hot hot ..... and again .. but mostly well written!

hnnnn HOT! I can say no more on this love piece, it's HOT!

Igrainne smiled sleepily, tucking her head against his shoulder. “So this is how it is to be from now on? You’re to share me equally?” Cocooned beneath the furs, she felt safe as the bear-like warrior embraced her, his strong legs tangled with her own.

Galmar rested his lips against her brow, his hands stroking her curvy form beneath the furs. “Would you like that? For us both to share you from now on?” he asked, his eyes watching her. This war was just starting in earnest, he knew. What had come before was simply prologue—with the Dragonborn at the side of he and Ulfric, there was no way that Tullius and his Imperial dogs wouldn’t falter. But there would be blood and Galmar felt his breath catch at the thought of the woman beside him in harm’s way. Even as he reminded himself that she was just another soldier—expendable if it meant the freedom of the North. He might even be able to convince himself, he allowed.

Igrainne sighed, cracking open one eye to meet his. “It’s not what I envisioned as a little gir back in High Rock, Galmar. But this means that I don’t have to choose,” she admitted, shrugging sluggishly. Her breath fanned gently against his Adam’s apple and she let her fingers curl against his chest, his chest hair silk beneath her fingertips. “And having you both inside me—“ she trailed off, lifting her eyes to meet his.

Galmar grinned down at her, his hands cupping her breasts as he slowly rolled her over so she lay beneath him. “Aye, lass. You are a remarkable woman,” he purred, his lips dancing along her cheek before his teeth found her ear lobe, nipping gently at her. “And I can think of worse fates than sharing the Dragonborn with my best and oldest friend.”

Igrainne’s legs parted of their own accord as he once again settled into the cradle of her hips, his heavy cock pressing against her. “I love you both,” she admitted quietly, her hand coming up to his cheek, his beard rasping against her palm. “Does that make me weak? That I cannot choose between you?”

Galmar shook his head, his cock sliding back inside her, her channel clenching around his length as he seated himself fully inside her. “No, my love. You are Dragonborn. And we both love you, Igrainne. You are never weak—you are Stormcloak and you are ours,” he growled, his mouth coming down on hers, his tongue and lips dominating her just as he plundered her with his cock. The feel of her ankles locking around his ass, of her breaths turning to soft pants and moans, sped him towards his peak, his eyes locked on hers as he watched his effect on her. “Come for me, little Dragonborn. Come and then let us sleep,” he purred, feeling her start to clench around his cock with the first flutters of her climax.

Igrainne felt herself shattering, her head thrown back as her orgasm hit her, her cunt clenching and massaging the cock pounding deep within her. As the man atop her shuddered with his own climax, she felt his seed flood her, filling her with a blissful warmth. Blinking as she came back to herself, she captured his lips, purring against Galmar’s mouth. “Thank you, Galmar. Thank you for not making me choose,” she whispered, sleep finally claiming her.

Galmar slowly pulled out of her, spooning against her as he finally succumbed to sleep as well. His last thought before he fell asleep was that when it came to the Dragonborn, the rules did not apply.

~FIN~

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