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He let go of her making her feel somewhat cold and he nodded at the jug of water. “Go get it then,” he commanded and he reached down, grabbing the goblet which she took with an uneven grip. Her legs shook as she stood, the pain of them being pressed against stone coursing through them and she spilled some of the water as she poured, his emotions taking over her sense of reason and balance and she returned back to him.

Before she could take a drink he grabbed the goblet and did himself. She stared at him, desperate. He didn’t look at her but she could see an amused grin on his lips making her inwardly groan. She would have protested but every time she did that night it seemed to make the situation worse for her. He finished, holding up an empty goblet and she took it, his nails digging into the silver sides.

He reached out and grabbed her around the waist, forcing her to fall into him which made her yelp and drop the cup to the floor. She was forced on his lap, her hands gripping his shoulder as she towered over him a bit and he grabbed the back of her head once more, pulling her hair making her cringe. He brought her head down, his mouth on hers again and she felt water being pushed into her mouth making her whine.

This was bad. This was her Jarl.

He flipped them, mouth still on hers as he did and she was slammed into the straw of the bed, his free hand covering her eyes as he continued to dominate her making her grab as his body letting out a horrid moan. This was bad. This was a bad situation. She felt as if she was drowning, choking on the water and the lack of air she was receiving. He pulled away and she gasped for him, unable to see his mouth but seeking it.

His breath was hot against her and he shoved her legs apart with his own, pressing against her which made her entire body shiver. Her hands found his neck and she clung to him, desperately kissing him, begging him not to stop. He pulled her head back, her neck being exposed and he sunk his teeth into the side making her howl.

“S-Siddgeir!”

“Shut up!”

She moaned, the sound being torn from her throat and he was on her again, his tongue against her making her push back and taste him, the honey and hops and scent of the pine forest from his hunt that morning. She was being overwhelmed and in the back of her mind she recalled how foolish she had been as a teenager, her thoughts of her first kisses and encounters with a man like the fairy tales she read. She was being dominated, controlled by her Jarl and he only seemed interested in making her aware that she was a possession of his; his alone to do as he pleased with.

She hated how much more that made her cling to him, her hips rolling against him in desperation for something. She was aching and her breath was coming out in hot pants and his hand finally left from covering her eyes, moving to grip at her side and pull her flush against him. Saliva was starting to drip from her mouth, her eyes glazing over as she now kissed him back with equal wish of possession, tongue meeting his first before he could react and her nails tearing his skin. The blankets under them shifted and he let out low growls in response to her panting, high moans.

He forced her legs around his waist and her toes curled in her boots as she did, pulsing against him as they kept up their desperate kisses, each on becoming messier than the last. Her hair was being tangled by his hands, her nails dragging up and down his arms and back and they briefly spared against each other with him trying to press her to the bed while she only wanted to be curled up against him as close as she could. He eventually won and she was pinned down, helpless against him.

He lost the fight between their mouths though and she finally was allowed to show her affection for him, moaning low as she tasted the inside of his mouth. She sucked the bottom of his lip, pulling with her teeth before releasing to soothe it and his hands moved down, gripping her hips making her breathe against him.

“Siddgeir,” she said his name against him, his fingers tangling into his black hair, scratching and lightly tugging the strands which made him hiss. “Please…”

“What,” he practically spat out, her mouth covering his not allowing him to speak for a second. “You stupid elf.”

She kissed him again and again, feeling the sweat on his neck, his skin flushed and as hot as hers and his fingertips massaging where they held her hips. She prayed to the eight divines to not let this end, her senses and mind only on him. “Siddgeir, please…”

He moved to kiss her but he seemed too distracted to do so, his mouth only lingering over hers for a second before he pulled away. She tried pulling him back, panting, her body yearning to him and he hit her temple making her let go with a whine. He grabbed her, pulling her off the bed and for a moment she was in his arms, feeling his heart beating, his breath against her ear and she moaned. She didn’t know what he was going to do, the prospect making her throb between her legs, her chest rise and fall rapidly and her sweat seem to bead on every surface of her skin.

…And he dropped her on the floor. She let out a high cry as he did, grabbing her back as pain shot through it and he stood above her, running a hand through his hair.

“We’re done here,” he said in a harsh voice. “Go home.”

She stared. “S-Siddgeir! Siddgeir, wait, what did I-?”

He glared at her making her become quiet. “I’m not sharing my bed with you. And I’m tired. So go home,” he waved at her making her gape at him. “You’ve done your job for today. I expect you back here tomorrow.”

“You,” her voice shook with frustrated desire. “You can’t be serious.”

“Pick up that goblet,” he said as he grabbed his blankets, pulling them so he could get under them. “And douse the candles as you leave.”

“S-Siddgeir!”

“Get out, Kjersti.”

She couldn’t believe it. She stared at him, her body shaking, her body throbbing and she felt something well up inside her. She stood on shaky legs, stumbling to the side of his bed and she almost mounted him, wanting to sit on his chest and beg but he seemed to sense it despite his eyes closed.

“Touch me and I’ll have your neck broken.”

She let out a loud, angry noise of frustration and she grabbed the goblet off the floor, slamming it on the table as she moved to douse the candles. Her hands shook as she did and before she shut out the last one she glared at her Jarl, his body barely visible from under his covers.

“Siddgeir… You…”

“If I have to tell you to shut up again, Thane,” his voice came from the dark. “Then I will have you locked in the barracks and beaten until your flesh is on the floor.” She shook but closed her mouth, her anger concentrated on him but she directed it to the candle, snuffing it out before going to the door.

“Kjersti.”

She stopped.

“Don’t wear anything under your robes next time.”

Her entire body seemed to turn pink and her anger turned to flustered embarrassment, her hands moving to cover her chest. She fled from his room, shutting his door with a sharp clack and she stood in the Longhouse, trying to figure out what had just happened. Her ears burned and her mind worked to supress it despite how her nerves kept sending mixed signals throughout her body. She wasn’t sure if she loved or hated that man; leaving her in such a state was infuriating but what he did to her…

She groaned and moved to leave the Longhouse, opening the door to find the street covered in more snow than before. The cold air was welcome on her burning skin, her mouth and jaw starting to become sore and her back hurting from the drop. She started to trudge through the snow, the cold seeping through right to her boots and she stopped at the gates of Falkreath, staring into the darkness that awaited. She heard a coughing behind her and turned to see a guard struggle to make it to his post.

He gave her a look, shuddering under his thin fur and she pursed her lips as she looked out at her path. “Are you heading home, Thane?”

“Yes,” she said as the wind howled within the trees making them shake and knock against the buildings behind her.

“Well you be careful,” he said in a kind voice. “You know the Jarl would be devastated if something were to get you.”

She turned to stare at him, her cheeks already too hot and red to become any more flushed but she found herself smiling. “I…” she began to protest, wanting to tell him he was wrong or scoff and laugh but somehow it comforted her. She closed her eyes, pulling out a spell from the dark recesses of her mind and she snapped her fingers, a light illuminating from her hands and moving up to above her head making the ground around her glow.

“Thank you.”

He only nodded and watched her leave, the small candle light shining a path through the blinding snow.

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ffffffffforgive me

... ... passerby anon found that something of the most delicious I have ever read. Seriously. WOW. FLIPPIN' well done!!

I can only think of forgiveness if I see more of this, of this I'm sure

HOW DID YOU KNOW I LOVED SIDDGEIR A!A? He's so snooty and sexy *sigh*

Damn, this was crazy hot! You got the characters perfect and the kissing was just...*fans self*

Thanks so much for filling A!A! :)

I really need to learn how to check my fills after a while...fml

A-Ahaha I-I d-didn't... I really just took a chance with it since it was pretty open so I figured... why not my terribly emotionally abusive couple who is so unhealthy? ahahahaha ffffffffffff.

I'm so happy it did hit what you wanted and that the dear Jarl is a favourite since I usually hear the opposite.

even though damn son. da-yum. DAAAYMMMNN!

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