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“Y-Yes,” she whimpered as he pressed the spot against her body, his fingers rubbing in the middle before he took to sliding a single finger between her folds. She tensed, her hands moving up so her forearms still covered her chest and she bit her fingers as she let him tease her. He gave long strokes, pressing the fabric against her so it would mold to her body and he snapped the string on her hip making her yelp.

“Spread your legs more,” he ordered and she obeyed, whimpering as he leaned against her, his breath on her neck. His finger continued to work her, exploring what he owned and she rocked slightly against him. He didn’t protest it, actually encouraging it as his hand rested on her hip and she covered her mouth as they fell into a rhythm, another finger being added after a while.

She was starting to get soaked, the fabric becoming wet against her and she arched her back slightly, wanting them off. He didn’t react immediately, more interested in rubbing at her clit through them and she reached down, tugging at the strings. He paused. “What?”

“T-Touch me,” she panted, her breath hot against the fingers hovering over her mouth. “Touch me directly, Siddgeir…”

“What have I told you about ordering me around,” he growled in her ear but he gripped the top of her panties pulling them down to mid-thigh; the cool air against her made her whimper and his warm fingers were eagerly welcomed back, her hips jerking. “Don’t think that you can keep doing that.”

“I-I’m sorry,” she turned, looking over her shoulder at him and she saw him scowl, reaching up to force her to look forward.

“No, you’re not…” he muttered and he nipped at her ear making her cry out. “You greedy elf.”

“S-Siddgeir!”

His fingers sped up, their movements rough but her toes curled at it as they went quiet again. His direct contact was making it harder for her to breathe, her body starting to shake as she could feel herself becoming warm and he reached down, using his other hand to spread her as he flicked a finger at her clit. She jerked violently, her back hitting his chest and he bit at the side of her jaw making her flinch. “Steady yourself!”

“Siddgeir, please!” she cried out and he pulled away, slapping her backside hard making her yelp.

“What did I say?!”

“I-I’m sorry! I can’t help it!”

He pulled her back, his fingers against her again and she spread her legs more as he roughly fingered her, his movements purposefully teasing. She desperately wanted to call his name but had to stick to panting instead, her hands struggling as the pressed against her chest. He began stroking her clit with a light touch again making her shake and she grabbed his wrist, trying to make it move down. He resisted, only bothering her more by refusing to pet where she needed and she let out a cry of frustration.

“Siddgeir! I need you-!”

“Obviously,” he hissed at her and she cried out as he spread her more, his hand moving down. He pushed at her entrance, his fingertips stroking her hole and he pulled away, grabbing his knapsack to dig inside. She fell forward onto her hands, fisting the blankets and he moved back, spreading her from behind as he uncorked a bottle.

The cold liquid made her jerk. “W-What..? What is that?!”

“Something from Salof,” he muttered, pushing the thick, sticky liquid against her. “He owed me after missing his quota last month.”

“Siddgeir! It’s-! Ah! It’s cold!”

“It won’t be in a minute,” he said and she panted, looking between her legs to see him. He poured some of the contents on himself, a slick noise meeting her ears and his hand went back to stroking her making her cry out. “Relax!”

“Y-Yes, my Jarl-!” her breath caught in her throat and she tensed for a second, hissing. He slapped her backside again and she forced herself to stop. Slowly, his finger moved in and she fell down onto her forearms, biting the blanket as she felt his familiar movements. She spread her legs, clenching against him and he slapped her again making her tense.

“You’re starting to piss me off!” he commented and she groaned, feeling his finger search her, pushing in until it hit his knuckle and he waited. She exhaled and he pulled it back, pushing it in to start a gentle rhythm. She closed her eyes and begged him to at least touch her throbbing bundle of nerves as well.

He seemed to have read her mind once again and his free hand moved to rubbing her clit getting her to buck. She was spread wide, extremely lewd when she thought out it and riding her Jarl’s hand, her breaths catching in her throat as she did. He petted her, slipping another finger in and she groaned at it, riding it back. He flicked them around in her, stroking her walls and she released the blanket to let out a loud moan, indicating she liked it.

“Ready for a third?” he asked and she nodded, her hips bucking at the fingers still teasing her clit.

“I-I’m ready for you,” she whimpered and he let out an amused chuckle.

“Of course you are,” he merely said and slowly he began pushing a third finger in, the extra stretch making her tense but it felt better than the two. He started thrusting more, angling his fingers and she started squirming, reaching down to push his hand against her, wanting to feel some release but he pulled away.

“S-Siddgeir!” she begged and he grabbed her hips, forcing her to fall back and lay on facing him, her pussy aching for his touch. He crawled on top of her, his green eyes moving down her body and she curled her toes, her heart beginning to race. “Siddgeir…”

“What?”

She reached up, her fingers shaking as she touched his collar and her fingers moved up, trying to lace around his neck but he pulled back. “Just lay down and relax. Don’t get cute.”

She panted, still trying to draw him closer to her but he slapped her hands away, grabbing her hips to tilt them, his cock once again erect and sliding between her folds. Her head fell back and she let out a small cry of desire as he stroked her clit. “Siddgeir! Don’t stop!”

“Please! I’m not even in you!” he snapped. “So don’t act like a fool beforehand.”

She sighed, her fingers gripping the blankets below and he began to adjust her, his cock touching her again. He reached between them, making sure she was still wet, his own dick fully coated and she watched, her chest starting to rise and fall as she realized what was coming. He held her hips, angling her and she panicked, shooting up. “Wait!”

She put her hands out, stopping him and he stared at her like he was going to rip her heart out. “W-Wait! P-P-Please!”

“What?!” he nearly shouted, his fingers digging into her hips making her wince.

“W-What if you don’t fit?!” she sputtered, her eyes moving down to him and herself, her mind pointing out how impossible it seemed. “Siddgeir! Y-You’re-!”

“I’m aware of how impressive I am,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I told you to relax! So fucking relax! You’ll be fine!”

“But-!”

“Kjersti!” he raised his hand and she flinched. He moved instead to rub the bridge of his nose, muttering to himself before he grabbed her and flipped her onto her stomach making her lose her breath and squirm. He forced her legs apart, pushing on her shoulders so she couldn’t see and she felt the tip of him touch her. She shook, biting her lip.

“Relax!” he ordered and she gripped the blankets around her, biting it as well as he began to push. She tensed, his nails digging into her reminding her to stop and she exhaled, letting him move. It was bigger than his fingers, hot and throbbing like herself and she squirmed as he sunk in, more of him pushing inside.

She panted hard. “Siddgeir!”

“Keep… relaxing,” he muttered from above, his hand rubbing her shoulders. “You’re fine.”

Her cheek hit the blanket, feeling the moss under it as he continued. It felt wrong, this inside of herself but the more he went the better it was and she moved again, tensing a bit around him making him hiss. “My Jarl…” she begged. “You’re… so big…”

His fingers massaged her shoulder. “Just keep relaxed,” he breathed out, no longer needing his other hand to guide him and he took to holding her side, shifting over her so she was pressed down against the blanket. “Good girl.”

She groaned at the compliment, taking the last bit of him in and he stayed on top of her, leaning down to mark the nape of her neck with a kiss, her black hair falling over her shoulder. She panted, clenching, pulsing, feeling him inside her, how foreign and strange it was. “Congratulations,” he said from above. “I suppose I can no long call you a pathetic virgin.”

“Siddgeir,” she whined, moving her hips a bit to his surprise. “My Jarl…”

“What?”

She bit the blanket again, unsure. “I’m yours…”

He said nothing but his fingers shook as they touched her. He started pulling out making her whimper at the loss but his thrust back in made it better, her body rocking against the earth and she relaxed, listening to him, focusing on the sensations of him moving against her, shallow and skilled. Her clit still throbbed, her chest uncomfortable at how it was pressed against the earth but she ignored it, biting her lip as he pushed in with a bit more authority.

Her Jarl, the one she swore an oath to, was fucking her. She panted at the thought, clenching around him making his fingers drag over her skin. “Siddgeir… Take me…”

“What… do you think I’m doing?” he growled and she shook her head, moving to look back at him over her shoulder.

“Own me,” she whimpered. “Like you said you would.”

He snorted. “You damn elves… Maybe Erikur was right,” he muttered and she flexed at his words. “Insatiable.”

She flushed. “Y-You just feel good and I… I want you…” she whimpered. “I want you to have me.”

His thrusts became slow, almost maddeningly and she tried thrusting back but he held her still, his nails leaving marks on her golden skin. “You wish for me to take possession of you?”

“Yes!” she whimpered and he was quiet, his fingers massaging her skin.

“Do you want me, Kjersti, to own you?”

“Yes!” she repeated, twisting under him. “Siddgeir, please!”

“You stupid virgin,” he muttered and he roughly grabbed her, forcing her knees up making her yelp. “If you want me to, then fine. You’re. Mine!” he snapped, his hips driving down and she yelled out, her body tensing at how hard he thrust, her knees buckling on the blanket. He began thrusting into her, fast and hard and she felt a wave of regret hit her, the pain of being taken now apparent but it was quickly replaced with a shameful sense of want.

She bucked back, like a common whore and she called his name, her fingers twisting the blanket below. “M-My Jarl!”

He bit her shoulder and she wailed, thrusting back even harder. She couldn’t match his pace, not with her current stamina level and she spread her legs, taking it, feeling something growing in her, the hot desire she always felt with him before she came. She pushed for it, riding him, begging to get to that point, for him to touch her, own her, make her relent.

He pulled out.

“S-Siddgeir!” she shouted, turning but he slapped her ass, fluid hitting it. She went quiet, listening to him breathe and he caught himself on her, his hot breath against her back. He shoved her, her body falling on her side and she said nothing, her nerves screaming under her skin. He came and she didn’t. She whimpered and stared out at the woods, aching.

He looked down at her tired form, her legs pulling together as she bit her lip and he let out a low growl. “What? What’s the matter now?”

“N-Nothing,” she lied, feeling herself pulse still, the ache not subsiding and he scowled. She didn’t meet his eyes, closing them instead as she focused on her breathing and she jerked when his fingers touched her. “S-Siddgeir!”

“Just shut up,” he ordered, spreading her cheeks and she clenched her legs together as he pressed into her, gasping. “Stop clenching!”

“I-I’m sorry!” she whimpered, her fingers gripping the blanket and she tried to relax but his rough touch made it difficult. He stroked her, his fingers pushing into her used entrance, moving up and she bit down on the blanket shaking. He turned them, searching, pressing against her walls and she gave a laboured breath, pulling more of the blanket into her arms. She didn’t know what he was looking for, her body aching and throbbing against his inquisitive fingers and her curled them, pressing against something that made her choke.

“M-My Jarl!” she cried out, bucking and he made a pleased noise from above.

“You say something, Thane?” he drawled and he pressed again, rubbing and she violently jerked, nearly screaming at the feeling. It was almost too intense for her, like jolts of electricity firing in her stomach and he began to rub, coaxing her. She twisted, falling on her back and she covered her face to try and keep her cries down but it seemed useless.

She thrashed, grabbing at the blanket below her, pulling it within her fists and she cried out as he put a hand on her stomach, still stroking the nerves within her, smirking as she howled. “S-Siddgeir! Siddgeir, w-wait!” she cried, biting the blanket again, bucking against him. “M-My Jarl! My Jarl, I-I’m-! I can’t-!”

“Come on,” he said amused and she kicked out as he added more pressure, teasing her to the point where she arched her back, tensing around his fingers. “Come on, Kjersti, ride it out already…”

She cried out, her breath catching in her throat and it hit her like a boulder, her hips moving on their own, sensations filling her head and she rode his hand. She could feel herself release, literally, something within her letting go and she fell against the blankets again, her hips rolling still as he thrust his fingers in her. He pulled back, her body shaking as he did and he wiped his hand on her stomach making her groan, her legs pressing together once again, throbbing before she collapsed.

“Was that so hard?” he asked and she groaned again, covering her eyes with her right forearm, exhaustion hitting her. He grabbed her wrist, forcing her up and she fell against him as he pulled her into his lap, her breathing still ragged.

“…W…what…” she panted, trying to grip him but she still was empty of stamina. “Siddgeir… what…”

He shrugged. “Something I picked up a while ago. Though really I shouldn’t have to get you off. Learn to do it yourself, elf.”

She groaned and laid against him, her back and hips hurting as the sweat on her body cooled and she slowly wrapped her arms around him, breathing out as she fell back to normal. His skin was warm against hers, his body a bit rough with hair on his chest but she didn’t mind. She found herself leaning into it, feeling how different they were, her skin soft and dotted with a few scars while his was virtually flawless, only his hands showing that he used a weapon.

She pulled at his arm, making him relent and let her touch him and she ran her fingers down his forearm, feeling the muscles and bone underneath. His fingertips were rough, his palm hard from his bow and she pressed her hand flat against his. He dwarfed her by far and she let him go, looking to her own hands at how they only showed wear around her nails before she rested her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around him.

It seemed funny how her weapon didn’t affect her hands at all as they still were soft like when she was a child, her magic almost protecting them while her Jarl’s were hardened for his. He shifted, pulling her legs so she fit around him and they sat quietly, his fingers absently stroking her back.

She breathed out as he shifted again, her arms tightening around his body and she listened to his heart thump in his chest, his own breathing slowly lessening to barely being heard. Her eyes moved up, looking at him, his green eyes, black hair, strong jaw and she flushed. She dearly wanted to reach up and trace his features, feel his throat, kiss his skin but she knew he wouldn’t respond well to it. His eyes flicked down making her flush even more and they stared at each other.

Her heart began to pound in her chest as he did, a familiar feeling rising in her and she swallowed, breaking their little contest to press herself against him more and for once he didn’t shove her back. “…Siddgeir…”

“What,” he muttered from above, his fingers absently going to tangle in her hair and she closed her eyes, feeling his heart pound a bit faster. She shifted, pressing her chest against his and her cheek met his neck, briefly nuzzling it, quiet. She just wanted to remain with him. “What, Kjersti?”

The more she thought about what she wanted to say the more frightened she got at the repercussions. She swallowed the anxiety filling her, holding him tight as she struggled but she became too scared to say it. She drew circles on his back with her fingers. “Nothing.”

He shifted, exhaling in irritation and she flushed, begging him silently not to let her go so she could have one moment with him. He pushed her off making her sigh, cursing herself and her chin was forced up so he could look at her. His eyes bore down into her and she shivered, her throat becoming dry as he searched her for an answer.

“I’m never going to say that, you know,” he said as if he read her mind and she felt her shoulders fall, her heart sinking but her gaze didn’t waver. “I’m a Jarl. You’re just my damn Thane.”

“I-I know,” she apologized. “I’m sorry, my Jarl, I didn’t mean to put you in such a position.”

“Oh, don’t give me that,” he growled and she closed her eyes, silently apologizing more lest he get more irritated. “I’m not stupid. You think I never noticed how you look at me?” He accused and she pulled back, shaking as she tried to move out of his lap but he held her still, trapping her making her flush. “Kjersti!”

“W-Why do you do this then?!” she asked, her voice shaking as she spoke. “Why… do you torment me with… physical contact and pleasure then?” She finally looked at him and he pursed his lips, swallowing after she spoke. She stared at him, her heart beginning to pound. “Siddgeir?”

He said nothing still and she found herself flushing. “My Jarl?! Why?!”

He looked away, his jaw tight and his ears a bit red making her fidget, now searching him for an answer. She touched his forearms, leaned towards him and she could feel his pulse. She frowned, looking down at his wrist and she grabbed it making him flush. His heart was pounding and she stared at him, swallowing. “…Y-You like me.”

“Oh, shut up!” he snapped, grabbing her hips and she yelped as he shoved her back down, quickly readying himself before plunging into her again making her cry out. Her shock morphed swiftly into utter submission and she grabbed at his hands as he dominated her, her fingers trying to grip his. He didn’t relent, biting her neck and she gave up, falling back to let him do as he pleased, her hips rolling with his.

He pulled her hair at the nape of her neck, his teeth snapping at her own pulse and she panted, wrapping her legs around him, her cheeks flushed as she twisted below. “M-My Jarl!”

“Same my goddamn name, elf!” he spat in her ear and she bit her lip, her heart pounding as her head became light.

“Siddgeir!”

He angled, hitting her in a way that made her howl, her voice echoing in the grotto and she dragged her nails down his back, begging for him as she did. He responded by biting her earlobe, sending her entire body shaking and she desperately clung to him. “S-Siddgeir! Ah! Not there! Please! Siddgeir!”

She swore she heard him chuckle, his tongue running up the side and she bucked against him, clenching when she could. It took a considerable effort to, her insides not used to the motion but he groaned from above making her continue, her hands dragging down to his hips and she scratched him, leaving marks on his skin.

He grabbed her and forced her on her side, her left leg being pulled up. “Siddgeir!” she cried at the position change, the new angle making her cry out and he reached down, petting her as he fucked her making her act even worse, the blanket being torn and ripped by her nails. “Siddgeir!”

He said nothing, merely let out a strained groan or hiss from behind and she squirmed, her insides feeling hot again, his fingers driving her crazy, his tongue against her ear unbearable and she was sent over the edge, clawing to get away. He held her back, forcing her to ride him until he finally relented for a third time, fucking her into the moss, her toes curling as he did.

He pulled her tired body so she was on her back again, his mouth hitting hers and she whimpered, her legs falling open, her lips gingery meeting his and he slightly pulled away. “I don’t like you, Thane. I own you. Remember that.”

She panted against his lips, her tongue meeting his a few more times before he pushed himself up, breathing hard for a minute as he braced himself on his hands. His eyes met hers moving down to roam over her body for a moment and he shifted his weight so he could slap her temple. She yelped and grabbed the side of her head, cringing.

“That’s… for pissing me off,” he snapped and she winced. “Goddamn elf!”

“S-Sorry my Jarl,” she said, trying hard not to smile as she soothed where he hit. “I’ll try not to do it again.”

“See that you do,” he muttered, smoothing his hair back before he pulled out making her hiss. He didn’t try and cuddle her this time, leaving her where she lay and he grabbed his tunic, pulling it on before he smoothed his hair back more and placed his crown back on his head. He stood, walking to grab his boots and he pulled them on, looking around them after he did. She slowly pushed herself up, pulling the blanket around her naked body and she crawled to grab her robes, struggling to put them on.

They seemed tighter on her body than before, her hands constantly adjusting the fabric and she searched for her undergarments, pulling on her hood as she did. She couldn’t find them and she frowned, looking as she noticed he was putting on his refined robes, the black fur around his collar sticking in every direction making him take a minute to smooth it. “My Jarl?”

“What is it now?” he said and she fidgeted.

“I can’t find my undergarments,” she said and he looked over his shoulder at her. “Have you seen them?”

“No,” he said abruptly and she pursed her lips.

“I-I can’t go back without…”

“Well, too bad,” he snorted. “Guess you’re walking.”

She flushed and fidgeted, deciding to try and use part of her robes so she wasn’t directly against the saddle, her legs shaking and he snapped his fingers at her making her stop. He pointed at the blanket and she began to fold it, gathering up the few things they had used in their unscheduled adventure. She winced as she leaned down, drawing her legs together to bend her knees and he watched her, waiting for her to finish. “Something wrong?”

“I feel… broken…” she muttered and he snorted.

“You better not be. Your damn body is mine and I intend to use it when I wish. So get over it,” he said and she sighed but nodded, following him to their horses who didn’t seem at all bothered by what they had done, the grass around them neatly trimmed. Kjersti hesitated as he hooked his knapsack back onto his stallion.

“…Siddgeir?”

“What?”

“….Should… no, uh,” she found herself frowning. “Was it… okay that you… did that in me?” He turned to her, flushing and she fidgeted. “I mean, if I get pregnant-”

“You’re an elf, aren’t you?” he said looking her over and she nodded. “Then don’t worry about it. The chances of you getting pregnant are slim.”

“Why?” she said and he scowled.

“Do I look like a fucking scholar to you?! Bother Nenya with that! For now, you’re fine!” he snapped and she pursed her lips as he went to untie their horses, throwing her reins at her. “Even if you did-!”

He stopped and she stared at him, waiting. He shook his head, mounting his horse and he pulled on the stallion’s reins, making it turn. “I-If I did, what?” she asked and he shot her a look.

“Get on your horse before I decide to really punish you,” he muttered and she did as he asked, pulling her robes so they were under her as she got on the saddle, her cloak being pulled on and over her legs. “Now we’re not speaking of this again.”

She nodded. “But my Jarl?”

“Now fucking what?!” he spat and she flushed at him.

“Will… we do this again?”

He exhaled, looking her over and he gently kicked his stallion in the ribs making it shift and move forward. “Yes.”

She smiled, nudging her mare as she began to follow him, pushing back out into the forest around them, her cheeks glowing from the aftermath. She rode up beside him, giving him a grin and he pulled ahead, grabbing a branch and pulling it back so when she went by it hit her. She cried out and clutched her face making him smile.

“Watch out for that,” he said and she stared at him, sighing, the glow gone.

“Yes, my Jarl.”

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fuuuuck me

You are so awesome! I feel wrong for liking these two so much, they're so delightfully fucked up.

Yesssss, finally. The oh so long build up was totally worth it, because this was just smutty perfection. They are just such a completely wrong and fucked up couple, but I can't help squeeing with delight every time you add another part. This passerby anon is very, very happy with this fill to say the least.

...O-Oh wow, wow, thank you so much anon! This was great! I may have to sit down for a while... Thank you so much for filling this!
I am curious though as to what Siddgeir won't say. I have an inkling but...

He's never going to say 'I love you'. *flushes and rolls around on the floor* dhffhdj t-thank you all so much

*hides face in hands* It feels so, so, so, so wrong to enjoy reading these two so much. I think I'm going to hell for squealing every time a new Kjersti/Siddgeir story pops up.
~~are you working for Sanguine or Molag Bal?~~

I sat here avidly reading this eyes glued to the screen. Thank you so much I really love these two.

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