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From: (Anonymous)
Sumayya located a lesser-used room, still within a reasonable distance of the Jarl's room, and closed the door behind her, as it was before. This appeared to be some sort of guest bedroom, because it was still rather nice looking, but hadn't had that "lived-in" feel to it. She perched on the bed and began to strip off the armor, which had fit her loosely at best; the cold air made goosebumps rise all over her bared body, and her deep brown nipples - perched upon perky, approximately B-cup breasts - puckered to hard nubs. She quickly donned the fur-lined cape like a blanket over her shoulders, and as it warmed her, she got an intoxicating whiff of Ulfric's scent, lingering yet fresh in the fabric. This elicited a wispy gasp from her lips.

She laid back and gently began to touch herself to her fantasy, perhaps her little act of thievery might get her a good payoff? Sumayya dared not get too heated, lest her moans attract unwanted attention... but this gentle motion, this slow, methodical self-pleasure, relaxed and put her body at ease until she drifted off into slumber...

"You! What are you doing here, Redguard harlot?"

Sumayya woke with a start - the dawn's light revealed her mostly naked body and discarded armor, before one of the servants who stood in the doorway. She hastily covered herself in the cloak, her eyes wide with shock.

"You're the one who stole Jarl Ulfric's cloak?" the servant drew a dagger, "Come along quietly and you might just get clothes before we throw you out!"

He practically manhandled her, and as she was too startled to fight back, she allowed this... but she realized quickly that she was being taken toward the Jarl's room. She wasn't sure if she should smile of tremble.

"My Jarl, we found this thieving whore in the palace, didn't even have the modesty to put clothes on. What shall we do with her?"

In the middle of this, Ulfric had come to the door in little more than pants, presumably so he'd at least be vaguely covered. For Sumayya though, to see him before her, bare-chested as she timidly clutched the cloak to maintain some semblance of modesty, she was rendered breathless, and her knees quaked from both the nip in the air and from sheer adrenaline. He hardly even looked at the servant as he glanced her over, a raised eyebrow suggesting that he recognized Sumayya. It was pretty clear that he wasn't really interested in the clothes themselves, nor the circumstances of her discovery.

"I'll handle her personally," Ulfric responded after a moment of thought, "go about your regular duties, Dagulv."

He dismissed Dagulv, who still gave a disapproving eye toward Sumayya before he left, then he addressed her, "You, come inside."

Her every hair stood on end, she couldn't believe this was actually happening, but he was legitimately gesturing for her to enter. In the daylight, the bedroom was much more impressive, but she only got a glimpse around before she heard the door close behind her. Sumayya turned in a flash, her heart pounding out of her chest, and she watched Ulfric come closer to her.

"You... you were at Helgen. Why of all things did you come here? Not to kill, not to steal money, or food, no... you broke in, stole my clothes, and... then you stayed?" The tone of his voice was more perplexed than upset, but it was also apparent that he had an idea of her true motives.

Sumayya stammered, unable to hold eye contact, her voice quivering, "I... I wanted to see you again."

Ulfric shook his head, "You wouldn't have gone through all of that effort if it was just that. Sit down," he gestured toward the bed.
From: (Anonymous)
Unable to react otherwise, she sat at the edge of the bed, still too nervous to let up on her death grip on the cloak. A lock of choppy, off-black hair fell haphazardly over one of her eyes, and she gingerly crossed her legs. She hadn't really been prepared for what she would do if her plan actually worked, so it was understandable that she was extremely nervous.

He stood before Sumayya, looking her over once more. Ulfric had been with a fair share of Nord women, and was used to them throwing themselves at him, but never before had he been with a Redguard... and he wasn't about to let this one go. He had to be careful not to scare her off.

"Now, why did you come here?" He gently tilted her head upward so he could look her in the eye; if she could have blushed, she would have.

"I..." her mouth trembled as she spoke, "I wanted... to see you. In... in the way of... Dibella."

As Sumayya uttered those words, she felt Ulfric's fingertips trace their way down her graceful neck and to her collar bone, where the cloak did not quite cover, eliciting a gasp from her that came with the word, "Dibella". She had to close her eyes partially to absorb this, it seemed her muscles went a bit weak for a moment. Her fingers only slightly loosened from the cloak, and her hand lost some tension, bringing some of the fabric with it and exposing her shoulders. Her legs relaxed and un-crossed.

"There were easier ways to get that, you know..." he slipped the cloak out of her grasp and off of her shoulders. Her hand fell by the wayside to brace herself on the bed, and the cloak fell down to expose her breasts and upper abdomen as her other hand still held on to cover her privates. While she was in her brief daze, Ulfric sat down next to her and pushed away her other hand, to which she let go of the cloak entirely and was completely exposed.

He pulled Sumayya closer, and she didn't resist. Her body proportions were unique - while her breasts were on the small side of average, she had luscious, wide hips and a curvy bottom on a lean, lithe frame - and he was sure to take in as much of this as possible as he seduced her. One arm held her to his chest as that hand caressed her right breast, while the other hand slid up her thigh to the crux of her legs. Ulfric pressed his lips to the side of her neck, his dark blonde goatee tickling her skin and causing her to quake even more.

Sumayya was inexperienced, and didn't really know what to do or how to handle the situation, so she tried her best to relax. She felt his fingertips on her pubic mound, then they found their way to her clit and the entrance to her vagina, which by now was dripping wet. Now she really gasped.

"I knew that's what you wanted - you're soaked, and that is all for me, isn't it?"

Sumayya could only nod and barely murmur, "Yes, my Jarl..." even his whispers left her weak.

Ulfric began to gently probe at her vagina, judging how much she could take, and found that she tensed and tightened. This generally only meant one thing.

"No wonder you're shy... you're still a virgin."

She nodded again and pursed her lips, hoping this wasn't going to be a deal breaker. Quite the opposite in fact - he gently laid her down on the bed and got his first unobstructed view of her figure as he hovered above, and continued to caress her. By now he was absolutely rock hard at the knowledge that she wanted so badly to give her virginity to him, but he had to approach this carefully - she was not your everyday wench who could take everything at once.
From: (Anonymous)
Once freed of his one item of clothing, Ulfric positioned himself over her and began to play with her clit, while easing her legs and hips into a good angle. It was hard for Sumayya to keep her legs in one place; he already had her riding slow waves of ecstasy. She only got wetter, and gripped the bed to brace herself.

He watched carefully as she relaxed more and more, and moved himself into position, caressing her thighs and buttocks as he went. As he slid the tip over her delicate lower lips, and began to press in, and a gasp escaped Sumayya's natural pout; her toes curled and her breathing increased pace - it was slightly uncomfortable at first, and she tensed for a moment.

"Shh, relax..." Ulfric rested a hand on her chest, and she bit her lip slightly as he penetrated further. A silent 'pop' resonated up her body more as a brief surge of pain than an actual sound, and he went in to the hilt.

Sumayya was, as to be expected, very tight, hot and slick inside; he damn near got off on that alone, and went up to eye level with her as he began to thrust. He rested his weight on her, and being beneath him, wrapped in carnal union, was genuinely fantasy come true for this young woman. She embraced him like a lover, her wild ebony hair and wide gray eyes playing up her innocence in an exceedingly erotic fashion. The contrasting skin tones seemed very exciting to her.

She understood why so many women liked to fawn over Ulfric - no matter how many of them he'd been with (which Sumayya imagined had been many of them), he still treated her like she was special. She had always had a thing for men significantly older than herself, because she had a feeling that their experience would make her first time much better rather than trying to figure out a man her age, who was likely to be just as unsure and awkward as she would have been. He tucked his arms under her back, and rolled her to the top, having always preferred to watch women undulate and bounce during lovemaking.

This took Sumayya by surprise, and she braced herself on his broad chest while she processed what just happened. Ulfric continued to thrust into her, but more gently, encouraging her to find her own rhythm; she did her best, and mostly seemed to rock back and forth rather than bounce, though she was still getting used to the feeling of having him in there so the pressure pains prevented her from moving too vigorously. It was pretty apparent to her already, however, why many people enjoyed sex so much, and she rolled her head and eyes back to enjoy the ride.
From: (Anonymous)
Although she was too inexperienced to know what would bring her to climax, and the dull ache would have made it hard to fully relax, she was able to get pretty lost in her sensual rendezvous with the Jarl of Windhelm. In fact, she began to moan quite a bit; the fact that Ulfric didn't exactly stop her from doing so, suggested that this either happened so often that the servants and guards were used to it, or that he didn't care how loud she was (it was a little bit of both, really).

Sumayya's ecstatic moans gave way to rapid, panting breaths punctuated by soft whimpers, and this spurred Ulfric on; he gripped her rear end a bit harder and held her in place as he teetered over the edge of climax and came inside her. Because she was still quite tight, she could feel his pulse as he released and while part of her wanted so much more, the whole experience had worn her out.

She didn't want to dismount, really - could you really blame her, considering how hard she was crushing on Ulfric? - but she knew she had to. Yet, Sumayya felt her legs were shaky and weak from riding surges of pleasure, and her lover gently rolled her to the side of the bed as he pulled out. She curled up in the fetal position to brace herself against the cool air, which had never ceased but she had forgotten about in the throes of passion, and watched as Ulfric re-dressed in the clothes she had pilfered in her act of girlish infatuation.

He turned back around to look at her, she still trembled like a leaf, her eyes were slightly glazed... another woman well satisfied, as far as he was concerned. It wasn't until then that he realized that she probably didn't have any clothes to put on, not without having to dash back to the room in which she'd been discovered.

He took her hand and had her sit up again, then wrapped her in the cloak she'd seemed to love, "I'll have one of the maidservants bring you some clothes. There should be food served in the main hall very soon, and I do hope you'll join me. Oh and," he paused, "you can wear that for a while. Just let me have it back once you're done."

As he turned to leave, Sumayya thought about that, and called back to him, "Wait!"

"Hmm?" he turned back around to face her.

She hesitated, then asked, "...will I see you again? Like... this, I mean?"

A faint smile crossed Ulfric's lips, "I'm counting on it."

OP!

Date: 2013-08-20 07:54 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
OP! totally and utterly loves this! Thank you so so much for the sweet, super hot and amazing fill. Just what I had in mind!
From: (Anonymous)
Great fill!! :)

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