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The Sticks [11/?]

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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.