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F!DB in the jarl's throne, while the jarl eats her out. Don't really care who the jarl is.

Mmm...yes, Seconded!

Characters: F!Dragonborn; Elisif the Fair

Tags: F/F; some D/s

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Truths Hidden in the Dark

Elisif the Fair, Jarl of Solitude, walked through the dark hallways of the Blue Palace on bare feet. She was dressed in a white nightgown emrboidered with gold and knew she wouldn't be for very long. Every time she walked past a window a full moon shone down on her and she could feel her own heart beat just a little faster.

After some time - probably a very short time, but it had felt like ages - Elisif arrived at her throne room and, as expected, did not find it empty. A dozen candles surrounded her throne, illuminating the figure seated within it and making the shadows that much blacker. She was a woman, a Nord, tall, muscular and scarred, a single braid in her blonde hair.

Naked.

Almost naked. She wore a wolfshead ring on her right hand. She always did. Elisif had never asked why and suspected she wouldn't get an answer even if she did. The Dragonborn sat casually on the throne, legs crossed, a smirk on her proud face.

"There you are," she said.

"Yes," Elisif replied.

"But who are you?" the Dragonborn asked.

"Elisif," she said.

The naked Nord on the throne laughed. "Fair enough. So, then, what are you?"

Elisif looked away. Jarl of Solitude. That was the proper answer. The anwser she should give. It was her title, after all.

And if she were to give the Dragonborn her title, the Dragonborn would give her back her throne. And then she would leave.

Elisif kneeled. "I am your slut."

"You're far too dressed to be my slut."

Wordlessly, Elisif reached up and pulled down her nightshirt until her breasts were exposed to the candlelight. The Dragonborn smiled approvingly.

"I suppose that'll do, slut," she said.

"Thank you," Elisif replied.

She didn't know why. She had never known why. She shouldn't have to accept this. She was a Jarl! The Dragonborn, powerful and influential though she was, was only a Thane. She should not obey her like this.

And yet, every full moon, she did.

The Dragonborn uncrossed her legs and slouched, practically thrusting her pussy towards her.

"Serve me, slut."

Elisif leaned forward until she was on hands and knees and crawled towards the throne, bare breasts swaying gently as she moved. The scent of the Dragonborn's arousal seemed to hang thickly in the air and Elisif thought she heard her growl with anticipation.

Within moment Elisif was on hands and knees before her own throne, her eyes seeing nothing but the Dragonborn's glistening pussy. She hesitated but a moment before leaning in and kissing it. The Dragonborn groaned with satisfaction the moment Elisif's lips touched her.

Elisif hurriedly kissed her way up and down the blonde's slit, lapping at her juices. The taste of them seemed to burn the doubts from her soul. The Jarl of Solitude could not bear to bow so easily for someone, but Elisif found joy in kneeling between the woman's legs. It was a joy she did not dare examine in the harsh light of day, but it was a joy so easy to indulge in under a full moon.

Elisif began lapping at the Dragonborn, dragging her tongue across the woman's sensitive folds, her ears filling with the sound of the blonde's pleasured moans. She was the Dragonborn's slut, after all, and then meant knowing how to please her. The tip of her tongue danced across the blonde's flesh, lapping and flicking in all the right places to make the woman on the throne shudder with decadent delight.

Elisif kissed the Dragonborn again, deeply this time, her lips pressing against the woman's folds and pushing her tongue deep into her pussy. As she licked her heated inner walls, the Dragonborn began writhing in her throne, moaning and, at times, growling. Elisif could hear her scratching at the low armrests and she idly wondered if, in the morning, she would be forced to demand her guards investigate who had left such marks on the throne.

Elisif pulled her tongue out of the Dragonborn, took a deep breath, then lapped at the writhing woman's folds again before letting the tip of her tongue dart towards the blonde's clit. The Dragonborn snarled and shuddered and Elisif permitted herself a moment to smile. She didn't allow herself to be distracted by pride for too long, however, and quickly returned to stimulating the woman's sensitive nub.

Only growls came from the Dragonborn's throat now, savage and lustful. Elisif certainly recognised that noise and knew the woman on the throne was close to coming. It would be so easy now to withdraw her tongue, to perhaps make the Dragonborn beg for release. But in the light of the moon Elisif was a dutiful slut.

Kissing and licking just around the Nord's slit, Elisif quickly drove the Dragonborn into a growling frenzy. Then, with a few delicately placed kisses more, the Dragonborn came howling, her entire body quivering with orgasmic release. Elisif lapped at her eagerly, yearning both taste as much of her as she could and prolong the blonde's orgasm for as long as she could.

And then everything was still.

Elisif felt the Dragonborn stroke her hair gently.

"Good girl," the woman on the throne panted. "My precious little slut."

Elisif smiled. Tomorrow the words would fill her with anguish. Right now they filled her body with a warm and beautiful glow.

The Dragonborn rose from the throne and walked away silently. Elisif drew breath as though to speak and then didn't. But one night she would. One night she would leave the palace with the Dragonborn and join her and the small group of women she lived with near the forests of Falkreath.

Elisif looked at the now vacant throne. It smelled of sex and parts of it glimmered with the Dragonborn's erotic juices.

The Jarl of Solitude smiled, opened her mouth and began cleaning her throne.

Do you know, part of me hoped someone would use Elisif for this.

I absolutely adored it! Kinky femslash, yes please! The sex was delightful, but what really did it for me was the contrast between Elisif's day and night time selves, the day self who's appalled by it all and would like to pretend it never happened, and the night time self who craves the release, for someone else to be in charge for once and for someone to give her the approval she craves. Beautifully done, A!A. Beautiful.

Holy shit anon that was scorching. Short, but simply amazing. Writing this kind of thing is difficult, as it an easily drift from erotic to plain vulgar in a matter of seconds, but you aced it. Fucking awesome. 10/10 would recommend.

exquisitely smut-tastic!!

Plot bunnies just kept breeding with this prompt...
Hope you don't mind a Maven fill...

Fill shouldn't be too long. Now when I say the plot bunnies were breeding, I seriously mean it… seriously. I'll post the tags at the end.

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Maven was sitting in the throne room of Mistveil Keep. The woman was not normally one to let nerves get to her but she found it hard to sit still. She chewed a fingernail nervously as she sat in the court.

The Stormcloaks were slowly taking over the holds of Skyrim and it was only a matter of time before they took back the Rift. Maven had powerful friends though, one that could potentially stop an army if they wished.

Maven hadn’t had to perform many courtly duties in the last few days. Most residents had been on high alert and been too busy boarding up their homes and preparing for the Stormcloaks. Their worries were on the imposing threat and not on whatever insignificant troubles that they usually bothered the Jarl with.

Maven liked thinking of herself as Jarl. She had been for almost eight months after the peace treaty that took place at High Hrothgar. Maven hadn’t been in attendance but that doesn’t mean her influence wasn’t there.

The doors of Mistveil Keep opened and a courier walked in. Everyone in the room’s interest peaked and once they realised the courier wasn’t shouting, “The Stormcloaks are attacking!” they went back to their normal routine.

Hemming dealt with messages from couriers. Just one of the many roles Hemming took, saving his mother from the stress. Hemming was always looking out for his mother.

Maven’s attention was drawn back to the courier when he raised his voice slightly.

“All letters directed to the Jarl have to come through me.” Hemming said, annoyance evident in his voice.

“Sorry but I was paid a fair bit to make sure this gets into the hands of the Jarl herself and for it not to go through the steward.” The courier explained. Maven cocked an eyebrow, not many people had the gold to afford to do that.

“It’s okay, Hemming.” Maven waved the courier towards her. He handed her the letter and then left without another word. Hemming crossed his arms and looked at his mother.
Maven opened up the letter. The messy script was bold and clear.

Empty the Keep. The Dragonborn comes.

Maven quickly folded the note before Hemming could read it over her shoulder. Her heart was beating quickly with… excitement? She wasn’t sure.

“Everybody leave.” Maven announced to the court. Everyone looked at her as if she had two heads.

“Mother, is everything alright?”

“Of course. I have a contact coming, they only deal in private.” Maven half lied, “Everyone has to leave the Keep until I permit you to return.”

“Jarl.” Maul protested.

“I have to be alone or else my contact won’t show.” After a bit more persuasion and some ordering she forced everyone from the Keep out.

Most of them conviently had errands to perform in town. Some went to the Bee and Barb, some to Helga’s Bunkhouse and others returned to their homes. Hemming better have returned home, for his sake.

Maven locked the doors to the Keep. Guards had been placed outside the Keep at all its entrances. The locked doors wouldn’t keep the Dragonborn out though. Maven walked the halls of the Keep to make sure it was entirely empty. There was not a single other person in there, not even a guard in one of the forgotten passages of the Keep remained.

Maven made her way back to the throne room and paced around. She couldn’t sit still, all of her problems were potentially about to be solved. Political problems and other ones…
“You know…” The sultry voice floated through the air and despite the suddenness of it Maven didn’t jump. “I’ve given you a lot Maven for almost nothing in return… Taken out competitors all over Skyrim, allowed your name to stay clean, let you expand beyond the boarders of the province, and… I know there’s something else… Oh yes, given you the Rift to do with as you please. Yet still you ask for my assistance.”

Maven swallowed.

“What is it you want Maven?” Maven looked at the Dragonborn. The Nord woman was dressed in her thieves guild armour, draped across the throne, Maven’s throne. She flashed a beautiful smile in Maven’s direction. The woman with honey hair was beautiful and dangerous.

“The Stormcloaks are winning this war.”

“Hm? Oh yes, however racist their views seem they still reflect what those of Skyrim really want. It only makes sense that they would win, really.”

Maven felt her frustration growing. “Ada, They’ll take back the Rift soon.”

Ada, the Dragonborn shrugged, “if that’s the way things have to go…”

“You can stop it, you could turn this war right around.” It was true. Maven had fought hard to gain and maintain her political influence and power. Yet Ada, the Dragonborn just sauntered into Skyrim, as a criminal no less and within half a year had Skyrim wrapped around her finger. The whole thing was a game to her. The way she kept her power was practically effortless and her influence didn’t seem to have an end.

If she sided with the Imperials now they would win. Even with the Stormcloaks controlling six out of nine holds they would fall if the Dragonborn wanted them too.

“This is not my war.”

“I’ll lose my throne!” Maven pleaded.

“So be it.” Maven had to refrain from growling at the woman. Ada was draped across the throne so casually, as if she belonged there. Maven clenched her fists.

“Side with the Imperials.” Maven made it out like an order. Ada raised a brow and turned to look at Maven.

“I am not taking a side. Besides, if I did it certainly would not be with the Imperials.” Maven frowned.

“Side with the Imperials or find some way to let me keep my throne.”

“Or?”

“Or I’ll destroy you.” Ada laughed and Maven faltered. Maven was sure she would have found some way to stain the Dragonborn’s name, she had almost done it once.

Ada swung her legs around so she was sitting in the throne normally. She looked down at Maven, who still stood at the bottom of the steps.

“It must be hard for you Maven. You’re so used to having the Thieves’ guild and Dark Brotherhood to back you that you forget one important thing. I lead both of them. You’re wrapped around my finger now, Maven.” Ada’s tone was dangerously low, a warning.

Maven took a step forward. “Find some way to let me keep my throne, I’ve fought against better to get what I’ve got!” She was yelling, Maven hated raising her voice. It showed you were losing control of the situation.

Ada laughed, legs swinging back over the arm of the throne again. “You can’t do that to me Maven. Even if you could you wouldn’t. I like you Maven, I do and I like what you do which is why I help you.”

“But?”

“But, Maven Black-Briar, you have let a very important piece of information reach me.” A multitude of things went through Maven’s mind about what it could have been. “A piece of information that never should have gotten out, but don’t worry no one told me explicitly I’ve pieced it together myself.”

The Nord was being oddly cryptic. Maven was used to Ada’s blunt nature, not this. “I want you to remember that I know this every time I deny one of your requests.”

Random passer by here! Very nice anon, not a fan of Maven but this sounds mightily interesting!

“What is it?” Maven was curious but also worried. There were aspects of her life that no one should have known and she killed those who did know, yet she couldn’t kill the Dragonborn.

“How old were you when you married your now deceased husband? 15? 16?”

“13.” Maven said through clenched teeth. She didn’t like where this was going. Perhaps she figured out what she did to her husband…

“Oh, 13, far too young.” She shook her head. “He was a silk merchant if memory serves…” She was right, Maven said nothing “It doesn’t matter. What does matter is that you had the Black-Briar name and he had money. Money that would keep your father’s dying Mead Empire alive. I mean what use were you to your father other than another chip to sell. It’s a shame he never knew how capable you really were.

“But there you were, married to a piggish Nord with more sense than brains who spent more time with other women than his own young bride. I’m sure you didn’t mind though, from all accounts he was disgusting. Then a year later little Hemming was brought into the world and it made it all worth it.” Maven wondered where Ada was going with this. “How old were you when your father died?”

“24.”

“To take over the business at such a young age and with an eleven year old to take care of. Must have been tough, but you had to, your oaf of a husband would have run the meadery into the ground otherwise. He wasn’t interested in the Black Briar business. So you built, Black-Briar mead became your life, something you had to deal with all on your own. Then when you were…” she did some math in her head, “29, you became pregnant again and Sibbi was born. A miracle child really, I mean 15 year after your first child is a while to wait.”

Maven narrowed her eyes at the Dragonborn, she didn’t like where this was going.
“Then the next year, you and your two darling sons went to the Black-Briar Lodge for a few months. A holiday, your husband only visiting every few weeks the rest of his time consumed by merchant business… The isolation from your husband let you focus on Black-Briar mead and… other things. Then after these months you fell Pregnant again! I hear your husband was overjoyed at the miracle of it. Then lovely Ingun was born into this world yet just after her birth your dear husband fell ill and died. Now that Ingun is 18, that makes Sibbi 19, Hemming 34 and you 48.” Ada laughed, “You husband died of the strangest illness though. The records say illness and I’m no healer but I don’t know of any illnesses that result in multiple stab wounds.”

Maven shifted on her feet, but Ada simply shrugged. “Oh Maven don’t worry, killing an abusive, neglectful husband is something I encourage. I applaud you…” Ada smiled, “and dear Hemming, of course.

“Enough talk, get to the point.” Maven had a terrible feeling.

“Maven, I’m saying that I know. It’s amazing that the rest of Riften is in the dark about it really. I mean any other upper class man in their mid thirties would have been married off long ago.” Maven waited. Ada sighed, “Maven, I know the Hemming is Sibbi and Ingun’s father.”

Maven felt her knees go weak. “And I know you and Hemming still... ice the sweetroll together.”

“You can’t tell anyone!” Maven pleaded.

“Oh I won’t, it would destroy you.” Ada smiled, it was an oddly kind smile. “I find the whole idea rather… erotic. The ultimate forbidden love; mother and son.”

“I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Oh I know you will.” Ada didn’t say anything for a while. “I suppose there may be something I can do…”

Maven looked up at the woman.

“I might not be able to get you to keep your throne but you can keep your name. A few kind words to Laila and you’ll keep your name and won’t be exiled to Solitude for the rest of your days. Wouldn’t what you away from your lovely son now?”

Maven felt grateful. Most others would have just tore her down, yet here was the Dragonborn giving her back everything she had before.

“Would you like that Maven?”

“I would very much.”

“Now payment…” Riches went off the payment table a long time ago with the Dragonborn. It had moved from riches to odd little tasks and then to sexual payments. Maven felt a heat in her at the thought of payment. After the Dragonborn got bored of seeing Maven perform odd little acts she had moved to sealing their deals with kisses. As they made more deals the kisses got deeper, involving less clothes until it basically became sex. Hemming didn’t know about their little encounters and Maven didn’t feel guilty in the slightest. Ada had a way with things.

“Out of curiosity, does Hemming know about our payment methods?”

“Of course not.” Ada nodded and smiled, seating herself normally in the throne. “My house at around midnight?”

Ada shook her head. “No, Jarl Maven Black-Briar, here.”

“Here?” The woman nodded and began undoing the buckles of her armour.

“Here. It might be my last chance to fuck you in this throne room, or rather have you fuck me.” This bluntness was what Maven was used to with Ada. “Undress Maven.”

The Jarl stripped herself of all her clothing and by the time she was done the Dragonborn was naked seated in the throne. Ada beckoned her closer and once Maven stood in front of the Throne Ada pointed down.

“No hands, Maven…” Ada instructed. Maven dropped to her knees and Ada spread her legs apart. Maven’s kisses teased but not for long. Soon she was licking her way between Ada’s folds enjoying the moans she heard and the taste.

Maven had never actually done this before. Ada had done it to her once and Hemming had done it countless times. The Ada’s hands were on the back of Maven’s head pressing her closer.

Maven suckled and licked getting a feel of what Ada found enjoyable. She pressed her tongue in as far as it could go with got a moan in response. Maven’s senses were nothing but Ada. She smelt Ada’s arousal, tasted it, felt it, heard it and when she opened her eyes the naked nord was all that was before her.

Maven continued licking wanting to savour the taste of the saviour of the world. Ada didn’t hold back in the sounds she made. They filled the empty keep, echoing off the walls making Maven wet.

As she licked the Dragonborn’s sensitive nub she briefly wondered if she would get touched herself, or if she would have to do it herself later. If she did it herself she would come screaming the Dragonborn’s name without doubt. This woman was enticing.

Ada began making a series of growls and moans that Maven knew meant her orgasm was coming. Maven pulled back to breath and almost straight away she was pushed back to continue licking the folds. Ada’s legs rested over Maven’s shoulders and soon Ada was rocking her hips back and forth, grinding against Maven’s face.

When the Dragonborn came Maven lapped up the juices like some dehydrated dog. Ada’s moans soon died and she pulled Maven’s face from her folds. Without hesitation they kissed. Tongues dancing, initially it was fast, lustful but soon they slowed down. Maven wished she could use her hands; she wanted her own release. Maven would never disobey Ada when it came to sex.

Ada’s hands roamed the Jarl’s body; running over Maven’s breasts and eventually dipping between folds. Maven was just knelt in front of her own throne as the Dragonborn worked her fingers. She swore that were was some kind of magic used, Ada’s fingers always seemed electrifying.

As Maven neared release Ada removed her fingers and held them to Maven’s mouth. She sucked them readily, tasting her own juices. Ada smiled and used her other hand to caress Maven’s face then body.

Ada kissed Maven again, moving down her neck until she was suckling on Maven’s collarbone. Ada sucked until she left a significant mark and then pecked Maven once more.

“The deal is done, make sure you clean up, Maven.” Ada said, rising from the throne. She picked up her armour and without putting it on disappeared into the shadows, leaving Maven to take care of herself.

(stupid character limits)

As Maven worked herself she thought of Ada. Calling out the woman's name, knowing that from the shadows she would be watching. Once Maven had taken care of herself she cleaned up after the two and began to dress herself.

Once she aired the hall out a bit she let everyone back in. Hemming watched Maven closely. "Everything is okay, dear. We can discuss it later." Maven said to him, low enough for just him to hear.

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tags: F!DB, Maven Black-Briar, oral, fingering, masturbation, black mail, discussion of incest

This was Awesome!! Great Job A!A

Black-Briar-cest, I knew it!

Loved reading this, job well done.

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