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im still sort of sick but hey fics and prompts and fhfhd all the thalmor fucck

Characters: Jarl Siddgeir/F!PC, Nenya
Genre: PWP
Relationships: Hetero
Warnings: Semi-Public Sex, Oral
Summary: Meetings are only entertaining during breaks.

Tags: char:F!PC, char:siddgeir, kink:oral, kink:public, race:nord, race:altmer, relationship:het

Notes: I'm in the middle of another fic but I needed a break so I decided to whip up my favourite emotionally abusive mess.

“Can we bloody well take a break?” Igmund’s voice rang out making all eyes turn to him then back to Elisif who held her quill tightly within her grasp. “We’ve been slaving at this for hours! Having a quick minute to take a piss and stretch should be allowed, not keep us all here until we’re done!”

The Jarl of Solitude said nothing, her lips pressed tight and all eyes went to her. It was General Tullius who spoke for her. “Yes, well, maybe a break would do us good seeing as how progress really hasn’t been met,” he said and there was a collective sigh amongst the lesser Jarls of the Empire, their Thanes and Housecarls below the second story hall looking up. “We’ll break for a quick meal but then all of you need to be back here and ready to compromise.”

Kjersti looked to Nenya who closed her book and stared at the wall listening to the sounds of chairs being pulled against the stone. There was a light air of chatter that came, some of the Jarls wandering down to their housecarls to temporarily leave into the streets of Solitude and Kjersti watched as her Jarl came down, quiet, his eyes tired and his shoulders seeming stiff. He ignored her as he went to Nenya, looking her over.

“Why do you not have a drink for me?” he said and Nenya glared at him.

“Siddgeir, we are not your maids nor are we mind-readers,” she scolded making him roll his eyes. “Please think before you demand things.”

“Whatever,” he said, rubbing his neck. “Go get me a drink then. I’m tired of the disgusting waters of this place.” Nenya glared at him and Kjersti gave a bow making him turn on her. “Not you. Nenya!”

Nenya sighed through her teeth. “I’ll fetch you some mead from the kitchen.”

“Are you daft?” he scowled. “Go buy me some spiced wine. From that stall in the market. Two bottles and make sure they’re fresh!”

“Siddgeir,” Nenya rubbed the bridge of her nose, the Jarl glaring at her and she began muttering under her breath. “…Should have hit you more when you were a child.”

“Now, Nenya!” he said in a more commanding tone and she looked to Kjersti who flushed, giving her a look of sympathy.

“I don’t know how you put up with this,” she said but she took her leave, the door being held open for her by the Jarl of Morthal’s housecarl, a small smile being exchanged between them. Kjersti looked to Siddgeir who had moved back, standing next to her.

“I could have fetched you the wine, my Jarl,” she said frowning at him when his hand grabbing her backside made her stiffen.

“No, you couldn’t. You’re needed for something else,” he muttered and she turned a bright red. Surely he didn’t mean-? “This meeting is boring me and we’ve only got a little bit of time. Go down past the kitchen down to the end of the hall. There’s a door before the stairs. Enter it and wait.”

“W-Why?” she had to ask and his mouth was against her ear, snarling.

“Because I want a fuck and I told you to! Now go before I take you on your knees in front of everyone here!” he snapped and she immediately moved away, hurrying past the guards as her face flushed red.

She rushed down the hall, nearly running into a few servants who were in a hurry themselves to bring up more water and supplies for the meeting, their feet skidding on the stones and she came to the door, opening it quickly to pop in. There was no one inside but two large beds placed in the room. Her heart began to pound, her eyes moving to the door and she realized it had no lock.

Anyone could come in. Surely, there was somewhere else. She began to pace, awkwardly standing as it started to dawn on her what was going to happen. There were dignitaries, the General of the Army, his Legate, housecarls, servants, the other Jarls all in the palace and her own Jarl wanted to take her in a semi-public area while they were. She wrung her dress, her cheeks turning red and when the door opened she turned to see him silently enter, shutting it behind him.

“We can’t!” she blurted out before he did anything and he glared at her. “Siddgeir! We’re going to get caught!”

“Keep your voice down then,” he said, producing a small bottle from his pocket making her stare. She started frantically pacing again, holding her cheeks.

“Siddgeir! If we’re discovered-!” she began to babble and he rolled his eyes.

“I doubt if anyone would be surprised at you throwing yourself at me,” he said. She flushed even more.

“M-My Jarl!”

“Will you shut up?” he snapped, coming to grab her, pulling her against his body making her whimper. Despite them being the same height he always made her feel small and weak next to him which in turn made her shake. “If there is a spell for making yourself be quiet, then cast it on yourself!”

She bit her lip, silencing herself and he gripped her head, roughly kissing her. She whimpered, arching towards him and his hands began to roam, grabbing her backside again, spreading her as they kissed. She panted into his mouth, her tongue meeting his out of instinct and he made her roll her hips against his, the emphasis on their closeness going to her head.

His hand went down, grabbing her robes to pull them up, his fingers slipping into her underwear and she gasped, arching against him. His fingers were so warm and she pursed her lips, trying not to thrust. He stared at her, his eyes flicking down for a moment and she turned a deep shade of crimson, covering her mouth. “You’re wet.”

She exhaled. “S-Siddgeir…”

He continued to stare at her but he slowly began to smile. “I knew you would be into this you little harlot. Figures.” She stared at him blushing deeply, her thighs clenching against his wrist and he licked his lips. “Just spread your legs for me.”

She did so, reaching down to grab her robes as his fingers searched her and his free hand moved to grip her back so she continued to be flush against him; she let out a needy pant, whimpering when he rubbed her folds to encourage her to open more for him, her fingers finding his arms to grip them in desperation and he nipped at her ear before he looked over his shoulder at the door. There were footsteps sounding outside, the various servants running back and forth and he nodded to her. “Go lean against it.”

“W-Why?” she absently asked and one look made her swallow her stupid questions and move, her back hitting the door. He was against her, kissing her neck, her underwear being roughly pulled down and he began to kneel. She stared, her cheeks still flushed. “M-My Jarl?”

He shot her a look making her cover her mouth and she watched him, her desire rising in herself as he roughly ripped her panties down, tearing the fabric leaving a hole along the side. His fingers pried her apart as if she was some cheap lay in a bunkhouse and she let out a small cry. He said nothing, licking a few fingers to rub her again and he drew back making her whimper before his mouth was on her making her arch, her back hitting the door. He had only ever gone down on her once before, the memory fresh in her mind and she had to bite her collar, her hands moving down to grab at his hair as his tongue hit her.

“S-Siddgeir!” she choked, trying hard not to cry out his name and he licked her, his tongue flicking against her clit while his fingers moved up to prod her. Her knees shook and he pulled back making her whine in protest.

“Steady yourself,” he commanded and she swallowed the cry in her throat, her fingers pulling at her hem desperately.

“I-It feels…”

“I know,” he muttered. “But I don’t have the time to deal with you being greedy for an orgasm. I need you wet so stop squirming.” He was back on her, his fingers pushing into her trying to get ready and she shifted in discomfort, panting at his tongue. He was desperate, licking in circles, his fingers joining to make her jerk and try hard not to grind against him and he moved back making her beg. He produced the bottle, the cork being tossed and she was hit with fluid, her entrance becoming soaked and his fingers moving in easier. He gave her a few more licks before he was up, undoing his belt. She remained against the door, watching and she bit her lip.

She reached to help him but he refused it, adjusting himself, and she was pulled into his arms, one of his hands grabbing her leg. She struggled to remain standing while he aligned himself. “Don’t you fucking clench,” he hissed and she panted against his neck, her arms moving to wrap around him.

“I-I won’t, my Jarl,” she promised and he scowled at her but began pushing it. She struggled more with trying to remain standing, her breathing uncomfortable since she was pressed so tight against him and he used the door for leverage, her mouth hitting his. He pushed in more and she broke away. “F-Fuck me!”

He panted himself, his crown slipping on his head. “I plan to, you stupid elf.”

One strong buck and she let out a cry, throwing her arms around his neck, clutching him hard. She was pressed hard against the door, shaking as he pulled back and he was in her again, his mouth over his to swallow her cries. Their rhythm started rough, the position the problem and he finally grabbed her and forced her around, taking her from behind as she was against the door.

She arched her back “S-Siddgeir!”

“S-Shut up! Lest you want someone to come in and see you!” he snapped and she grabbed her robes, biting the collar in response as they fell back into a quick, desperate thrusting. She scratched the door, panting hard and he forced her head back, her robes falling and he kissed her a few times before moving to her neck. She let him, whimpering his name as he became rougher.

She could hear the sounds of clapping outside, Elisif calling for everyone to return upstairs but they weren’t done, her desire only starting to build. He grabbed her waist, his nails dragging over her base stomach and she thrust back, struggling hard not to make noise.

“S-Siddgeir!” she begged, feeling his cock drive further into her, his control slipping. “T-They’re… c-calling you back!” His tongue hit the back of her ear and she cried out, her nails dragging down the door as she spread her legs, her mind scrambling. “Siddgeir!”

“In a minute!” he barked into her ear and his nails dug into her hip making her stop focusing on the footsteps outside, the calls from the Jarl, and the sounds of chairs scraping across the floor. She could feel herself losing it, her hips moving on their own and she grabbed his hand, moving it down to her clit, begging him to help her.

He did so making her nearly thrash and she pressed against the door, feeling it shake with their thrusts. “S-Siddgeir! I-I’m-!”

He slapped her shoulder making her cry out and he continued his rough stroking, his own thrusts becoming erratic and she came first, fighting as she gave out a silent scream. He held her steady, his grip tight and she felt him give a few long, hard thrusts, stilling himself inside her before he tensed, his breath against her neck. She knew he had come when he slammed into her roughly a few times, making sure he claimed her and he pulled out, letting go and she fell to the floor.

He panted above, moving behind her and she sat on the stones, come dripping from her body, her mind scrambled and fuzzy. She looked to see him grab her panties, wiping himself off with them before he adjusted himself, smoothing his hair back. He stepped over her, nudging her away from the door. “G-Go back to Nenya.”

She nodded, pushing her robes down and he tossed her panties back to her and left. She remained for a minute to catch her breath, slowly standing on shaking legs and she stuffed her panties into her pocket, slipping out the door into the silent hall. It was empty leaving her room to collect herself and she went into the entrance hall finding Nenya sitting on a bench looking irritated, two bottles of wine by her feet. She looked up when she saw her and Kjersti took the seat next to her, exhaling hard as she did.

“There you are! Where’s Siddgeir?” she asked and Kjersti said nothing, merely nodding up to the second floor. Nenya sighed. “I suppose as long as he’s still attending the meeting I should feel relieved. Still. His attitude is getting worse.”

Kjersti nodded, her head still light and she felt the Steward’s eyes focus on her, looking at her in a strange way. “Are you alright?”

She nodded again and the Altmer reached up, placing a hand against her forehead. “You’re awfully warm, Kjersti. Are you not feeling well?”

She flushed and shook her head. “I-I’m fine.”

It took one long look from her before she seemed to realize and she gave her a disappointed look. “Kjersti, why.”

She shifted, fidgeting with her dress. “I-I don’t know...”

“You do realize how selfish he is? This isn’t healthy!” she hissed and Kjersti flushed, twisting her robes more.

“But I like him,” she stressed and Nenya sighed, rubbing her temples.

“Why is it always our race that suffers when it comes to wisdom in our youth?” she asked and Kjersti frowned at her not understanding. “My dear girl… we must have a chat when we get back.”

“…W-Why?”

“Because. We just do.”

Asta!anon should be working on fills but your pairing has wiggled its way to be a tie with Rozenn!non's. Lovely writing and I can't explain why but I love them so dearly.

This was so amazing, with just the perfect sense of urgency and desperation, I think I'm in love with this fill. As a matter of fact, I think you may have just taken top spot for my favorite recurring couple on the meme. Can't wait to see what else you are cooking up for these two!

I think i'm addicted to your fills about these two. And I agree with Asta!anon you and Rozenn!non are running neck and neck. These are my favorite fills on the whole meme. Thank you so much for writing them. Now its my turn to be greedy for fills when you have been so generous with them. Please keep them coming!
I'll be your groupie lol. Thank you again.

fhdfhjjfhaskl T-Thank you so much omg. I-I'll try and write more b-but I mean, ahahaa.. I'm just flattered and grateful. I mean, I'm not... writing to go up against anyone, omg, I hope no one thinks that. I'm just super selfish in wanting to keep writing these two and using prompts and fffff dhfdjh

Now Now none of that lol! It's ment as a compliment to compare you to the other anon. I urge you to keep being selfish and writing these two. That way I can soak it up.

Late OP is late! Thanks so much for the fill! Like wow... These two. They're such a guilty pleasure. He's so catty to her it's great and I can really see Siddgeir acting like that...

Okay, so I've recently discovered this couple, and they are just so fucking delicious! I love your fills, anon, please keep going!

really fantastic - i join the chorus of people becoming addicted to your pairing! absolutely wonderful :)

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