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“Don’t Shoot the Messenger” F!DB/Ulfric, Part 5d

[(Anonymous)]

Well. She’d see how much he resisted in a moment. Jaenna leaned forward, her hand fishing under the mattress for her potion and the pin. She disguised the movement by whispering in his ear. “You said something to me last night, Ulfric.”

The man shivered. He twisted his head around to nip at the soft skin of her throat. “You made me say a few things before morning,” he murmured, his voice rough. He seemed like a man torn. Should he stay, or should he go? Jaenna was the dragonborn, after all, and as of this morning, she already had the upper hand in their little game.

Jaenna uncorked the potion. Before Ulfric could smell the bitter solution, she ordered, “Kiss me.” She dipped the pin inside the vial.

The man obliged willingly enough. Now he was treading on familiar territory, he became more confident. His tongue slipped between Jaenna’s lips. She let out a soft moan that wasn’t faked at all.

“Hey – ow!” The man abruptly pulled back. He stared down at her hands in consternation. “What…”

“Bear with me a moment,” Jaenna purred. She used the pin to prick his other thigh. He tried to grab her arms, but she twisted away and pricked one bicep, and then managed to catch the opposite shoulder.

Ulfric gave a breathy laugh as he felt paralysis weaken his limps. “Sneaky,” he managed even as he sagged back onto the mattress.

The potion was mainly localized; he would have sensation but little use in his legs and arms. Just the way Jaenna wanted him tonight.

Jaenna set aside the paralysis potion with undisguised satisfaction on her face. “Last night you said even the dragonborn needs to be put in line, sometimes,” she told him. She grabbed his legs one at a time and helped him to settle more comfortably onto her bed.

The man grunted. His eyes watched her, growing heated.

“To which I had replied quite simply. Perhaps you didn’t think me serious.” Jaenna settled on the bed and straddled his hips. She leaned down until her lips brushed his ear. “I said, ‘sometimes a dishonourable Jarl needs to be taught a lesson.’”

A low growl rumbled in Ulfric’s chest.

She flattened her body against his and kissed him. His lips were a sluggish, but he responded in kind. “Are you okay?” she asked, just to be certain.

“Only if… you’re still looking for… my sword,” he whispered.

That, and the twinkle in his eyes, surprised a laugh from Jaenna. “Damn it, I said no bad puns,” she reprimanded. She kissed him eagerly. Her deft fingers went to his shirt and began sliding buttons through holes. Soon his chest was bare. Her mouth left a burning trail down his flat abdomen. His muscles tightened as she neared his belt.

Jaenna slid off him and tucked herself in the crook of his left arm, resting her head on her elbow so she could nip at his lips. Her hand continued her downward progression, brushing over his groin. She felt a growing hardness there, and teased him by petting through the layers of clothing.

She felt his cock twitching and lengthening. Murmuring appreciation against his lips, she continued to glide her hand over him. Her hand dipped between his legs and she ran her fingernails up along the seam of the inner thigh of his trousers.

As much as she wanted to slip her hand beneath his belt, she still had to pay him back for his teasing last night. Jaenna straddled him a second time. When she ground her hips against the hardness between them, they both groaned.

“Count yourself lucky I’m not using this to convince you free me from my oath,” Jaenna told him, her pulse beginning to race.

The man only groaned again.