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Shopkeeper -- Ulfberth/F!DB, Adrianne/F!Db -- 0/?
Date: 2013-12-19 05:49 am (UTC)Pairings: Ulfberth War-Bear/Adrianne Avenicci, Ulfberth/Dragonborn, Adrianne/Dragonborn,
Tags: Polyamory, Rough Sex, Oral, Domination, Het, FemSlash, Threesome, Size, Orgasm Denial, Teasing
Shopkeeper -- Ulfberth/F!DB, Adrianne/F!Db -- 1a/?
Date: 2013-12-19 05:50 am (UTC)She couldn’t begin to explain it, except that she’d run out of food the day before and even foraging had not managed to fill her belly. There had been quite a few bandits, and she’d expended all of her magic quickly due to her fatigue. They had taken her hard-won septims, any of her gear which was worth more than a few coins, and left her there.
Whiterun was only a day or so from where she was attacked, but she was tired, battered, bruised, and in desperate need of coin when she stumbled through the gates.
Things were comfortingly normal. Adrianne worked at her forge. A few guards patrolled. There was nothing out of place in this little town, and for a moment, she allowed herself to think that things just might be looking up.
Then her stomach rumbled, and she was reminded of her very distinct lack of coinage.
Adrianne glanced at her, blatant appraisal in her gaze. She saw Brielle’s state, maybe even noticed how light her knapsack was.
“Brielle,” Adrianne said, her hands still moving at her work as she tanned a leather. “You alright?”
“Oh,” she said, not quite sure how to put her feelings into words. “Um…”
“I see.” Adrianne managed a small smile. “You need things. Check inside the shop.”
That was as clear a dismissal as she was going to get, but it hadn’t been what she expected. It wasn’t a dismissal exactly. It was… she wasn’t sure what it was. But she’d been sent inside, and so inside she went.
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The interior of the shop was considerably dimmer than the exterior, and it took Brielle’s eyes a few moments to adjust. She blinked a bit.
“Welcome to Warmaiden’s.” Ulfberth greeted her, “Now you, my girl, have definitely come to the right place.”
“Ulfberth!” She greeted, trying to sound enthusiastic without letting any of her desperation seep into her voice. “I have a few things I was hoping to trade.”
“Well get over here and let me see what you’ve got.” He said. Now that her eyes had adjusted, she could see him assessing her, much like his wife had mere moments before.
“Just a few things,” she said, rummaging around in her pack. Out came an iron dagger, a rusty mace, a worn longbow, and a few forks she’d managed to scavenge.
As he examined the items she’d set on his counter, his brows crept up. His lips pursed, and it was clear from his face that he couldn’t believe that this was all she’d brought to bargain with.
“Brielle,” He sighed, a long-suffering, weary sigh, and pinched the bridge of his nose. He closed his eyes for a long moment, and then looked at her once more. “I can’t give you more than twenty-five septims for all of this.”
“I’ll take it!” she said, not even trying to haggle the price up. “I’m sorry, Ulfberth. I don’t mean to waste your time over little things, but I really need to buy some equipment, and I don’t have any other options. The other merchants don’t buy weapons. Please. I’ll do anything.”
“I may be able to offer you a solution to your problem.” He said at last.
“Whatever it is, yes.” She desperately latched onto his offer; Ulfberth and Adrianne had always been honest with her, offering prices that were more than fair and seeming to care about her personally.
“You might regret that, Brielle.” He warned, his face serious enough that she paused. “It’s not your… typical solution.”
“I don’t see that I have much of a choice, Ulfberth.”
“If you’re certain,” he still hesitated, as though he were concerned, and Brielle paused. Was his solution really so terrible? It was true that Ulfberth and Adrianne appeared to be upstanding citizens, but she of all people knew that appearances could be deceiving.
“Yes.” She said, trying to feel as certain as she sounded. There were so many things which could go wrong, agreeing to an unknown bargain for the sake of some food.
“I’ll hold you to your word then, but first, let’s get you fed.”
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Shopkeeper -- Ulfberth/F!DB, Adrianne/F!Db -- 1b/?
Date: 2013-12-19 05:51 am (UTC)“Please keep eating while I explain the terms,” Ulfberth said, finally bringing their conversation back to the main topic. He passed her some mulled mead before sitting down across from her. “Adrianne and I have a special sort of marriage. One which allows others into our relationship from time to time.
“Now, Adrianne approves of you, or you wouldn’t be here right now. And clearly you’re in a difficult position.
“We’re not a charity. We don’t hand things out, and you’ll be expected to work off what we give you. There are a few options for this. You could work at the forge, making the swords and equipment that Adrianne needs to keep the Imperials equipped. It would take you many months of gathering ores and smithing them, but we would pay you fairly for your time and labor.
“Or, you can pay with your body.” He paused, for effect, or to let it sink in. She wasn’t sure. “One week at my beck and call.”
Brielle eyed him warily. This was a joke, right? Ulfberth was… well, he was a fine man. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with muscles which came from hard work. His dark hair and beard were groomed and kept trimmed neatly. His eyes were a lovely blue, and even the scar on his cheek was attractive. She opened her mouth to reply, rethought, and instead bit her bottom lip.
Working her debt off at the forge was the more respectable option. And if it had been anyone but Ulfberth, she would have chosen that option. But, if she were honest with herself, she had to admit that she’d had more than a little crush on the man.
Steeling her courage, Brielle drained her mead, and set the goblet on the table firmly.
“I choose the second option.” She said, raising her chin and challenging him with her gaze. She would do this, and she would “When do we start?”
“In the morning.” He said. “For today you’re free to do as you please. You are welcome to eat supper here, and you may sleep by our hearth tonight if you wish. Or you are welcome to make other arrangements. But at dawn, you’re mine.”
With that, he stood and left the room. Brielle took a deep breath, and let herself sag. She was exhausted. She’d spent so long fighting, and she was emotionally and physically drained. But she wouldn’t show weakness.
She was strong. She was powerful. She was the Dragonborn and she would be respected. Feared, even. Nobody would ever know of this.
She took another slow, deep breath, stood, and headed out into Whiterun.
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The Companions’ hall offered everything Brielle needed to pass the day. Food, alcohol, and warriors who were more interested in her ability to keep up with their drinking than her backstory. She found herself a place in an unoccupied bed, and slept off the day’s activities.
Re: Shopkeeper -- Ulfberth/F!DB, Adrianne/F!Db -- 1b/?
Date: 2013-12-29 08:43 am (UTC)Re: Shopkeeper -- Ulfberth/F!DB, Adrianne/F!Db -- 1b/?
Date: 2013-12-31 10:52 am (UTC)Re: Shopkeeper -- Ulfberth/F!DB, Adrianne/F!Db -- 1b/?
Date: 2014-01-05 04:47 am (UTC)Shopkeeper -- Ulfberth/F!DB, Adrianne/F!Db -- 2a/?
Date: 2015-02-03 05:14 am (UTC)She took a few moments to wash her face and gather her wits about her before beginning the long march to Warmaiden’s. It was going to be a long and difficult week, and she was nervous. She wasn’t afraid; Ulfberth and Adrianne had been open about what was going on, and she had no reason to fear them.
With a deep breath, and a bit of tugging to straighten her clothes, she left Jorrvaskr. Before she was even remotely prepared, Brielle was outside Warmaiden’s. And, as the sun crested over the city’s walls, she knocked on the kitchen door.
Ulfberth had not explicitly stated that she was to come in through the back rather than through the shop entrance, but as she was little more than a slave to him for the next week, she assumed it was implied. She heard the sound of a chair scraping, and then he was there, framed in the doorway. She took an involuntary step back, her breath catching in her throat.
There was no reason to be afraid. None at all.
He smiled.
“Brielle, come in.” He moved from the doorway, and the feeling of him looming receded.
The way he had positioned himself forced her to walk close enough that she brushed against him. His proximity amplified her nervousness, and sent a shiver down her spine.
“So,” she said, once she was arm’s-distance away from him. “Where do we begin?”
“Brielle,” She loved the way he said her name, but there was something in his voice. Some hesitance. “Are you certain you want this? I’ve never forced a woman in my life, and I’ll not start now. If you are uncomfortable, say the word, and we will work something out.”
“No,” She said, before she’d even thought. “I need to repay you for what you’ve done, and this is the best way. I’ve chosen this.”
“If you change your mind, if I ask you to do something you are not comfortable with, you tell me, and we’ll stop.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
“We start now. Kneel.” She lowered herself to her knees, instantly obedient. “Open your mouth.”
Brielle opened her mouth and closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of him unfastening his clothing to free his erection. He caught her hair, his fingers tangling in her dark curls, pulling her head to him. Her lips brushed the tip of his cock, and she heard his breath catch.
She moved her own head, swallowing more of him, sliding her tongue over his length, and enjoying the way he responded to her ministrations.
“Looks like things are under control here,” Adrianne spoke from nearby, catching Brielle off guard. Her eyes flew open, and she looked for the source of the voice. The blacksmith stood on the doorway, a small smile quirking her lips up as she took in the scene. “Perhaps we can play later, pet.”
Ulfberth applied gentle pressure to her head, reminding her of what she was doing. Other than that, he let her move herself. She took all of him, feeling him nudging the back of her throat, she choked a little, and he pulled back immediately.
She caught his hips, and drew him forward, claiming his cock with her mouth, laving it with her tongue. He groaned, a long, low sound that made her chuckle. In response, his fingers tightened in her hair, tugging in just the way she liked. She moved faster, her lips and tongue sliding his length, tasting him, enjoying him, and he let her, his head thrown back, his hands in her hair, but not pulling or guiding.
Shopkeeper -- Ulfberth/F!DB, Adrianne/F!Db -- 2b/?
Date: 2015-02-03 05:15 am (UTC)“Brielle, I’m--” his words cut off with a groan. His fingers flexed convulsively, and his breathing was ragged. “I’m gonna--”
She tightened her lips around him and sucked hard, and then he was spilling his seed in her mouth, and she was pumping him still, moving her mouth on him and drawing it out. When she finally stopped, he sagged, his breathing still rough as he came down from his climax.
“Gods,” he finally managed, running a hand over his face. There was a thump in the front of the shop. Ulfberth hastily straightened his clothing, and glanced over at her. “We’ve a customer, so while I assist them, break your fast. I’ll have more for you after this.”
Brielle nodded, and Ulfberth left the room.
A murmuring of male voices accompanied her breakfasting. It grew quiet again as she finished eating, and had begun clearing her plate.
“Brielle,” Ulfberth was there again, filling the doorway.
“Ulfberth,” she said, mustering a smile. This would be fun. If she could just relax she could probably enjoy herself.
“Come help in the shop. I have stock that needs organizing, and when you’re not otherwise occupied, you can assist with that.”
“Alright,” Brielle said, nodding and setting her plate with the other breakfast dishes. She followed him into the shop, where he handed her an empty ledger book, and pointed to a rather large chest.
“You’re going to inventory the contents of that for me.” He stood behind her, and pointed to markings already on the paper. “This column is type of weapon, this is material it’s made of, and this lists any enchantments. I understand if you can’t discern what some of them are, set the unknown ones over there,” he pointed to an empty crate. “I’ll pay someone else to figure it out. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she said, nodding, and taking in the book before her. In small, precise writing was a list of weapons bought and sold, and prices.
“Don’t make mistakes in this. It’s the official ledger.” He shifted and caught her eyes, to be sure he had her full attention. “Mistakes in the official ledger will be punished.”
The dark rumble of his voice made her shiver. It was full of promise, and expectation, and she loved it. He seemed to notice, because his lips quirked with a small smile.
With that smile, he left her to her work. For some time, there was silence. She would pull a weapon from the chest, look it over, and mark it down in the ledger.
She shivered occasionally, finding that a small part of her wanted to be naughty and provoke him into punishing her. The rest of her though, wanted to be perfect, because that was her way. She had standards, and held herself up to them strictly.
Then, as she lifted the quill from the paper, it happened. A droplet of ink fell upon the parchment, marring the page. She stared at it for a long moment, wondering if it had truly been an accident. With the way her belly clenched in excitement, she couldn’t be sure.
“Oh,” was all she managed.
Shopkeeper -- Ulfberth/F!DB, Adrianne/F!Db -- 2c/?
Date: 2015-02-03 05:16 am (UTC)“I… dripped.” She managed. He smirked, and she flushed red at the unintentional double entendre.
“Come here.” He said, and crooked his finger at her. In another situation his imperiousness might have bothered her, but just then she found it intensely arousing.
She obeyed, rising carefully-- so as not to damage the ledger further-- and crossed the room to stand before him.
“Turn around, and bend over.” His voice was steel, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She wanted this. She wanted it, and it scared her a little. She obeyed him.
His hands ghosted over her body, repositioning her slightly. Her palms rested flat on the counter, her legs spread wide, her back curved slightly, causing her rear to jut out obscenely.
She wore a dress, one of sturdy fabric, with a clean apron. The top was cut low, the skirts simple. It had seemed prudent, knowing what she would be doing for the next week, to offer her employer easy access. Now, as he lifted her skirts, flipping them over her back and exposing her bare bottom, she truly began to appreciate the choice she had made.
One large, rough hand smoothed across her bottom. It cricled, traced the curve of her. His hand explored every inch of her from her thighs to the small of her back, touching and smoothing oh-so-gently.
“Do you know what I do to girls who mar my ledger?” He asked her, leaning down close so she could feel the air from his words ruffle the hair near her ear.
“No.” She shivered, her legs trembling. She was wet. So wet. And she wanted him. Badly.
“I spank them.” He said, his teeth catching the curve of her ear in a gentle nip.
A low moan escaped her at the thought. He chuckled, the sound a deep rumble in his chest.
His hand made small circles on her bottom. And then it was gone. She braced for impact, knowing it was coming, but not certain when it would land. She struggled to breathe, fighting the urge to hold her breath in anticipation.
With a loud slap his hand made contact. Something between a shriek and a moan escaped her.
“I did not think I needed to say this, but you must be quiet during your punishment.” His voice was rough, full of need.
With that, he spanked her again. Two blows in quick succession had her biting her lips and squeezing her eyes shut tight in an effort to not moan or squeal. She wanted to. Oh how she wanted to. It was such a delicious agony, waiting for the strike, not knowing when it would land. The sudden sting, and the slowly building heat.
She could feel her arousal dripping down her legs. He spanked her again, and she nearly came undone.
He knelt behind her. His fingers traced along her lower lips, delving between them, and just feathering over her clit. She sobbed out a whimper, nearly begging him for mercy. He ran his fingers over her once more, before lifting them away. She heard him stand, and then felt his fingers, slick with her arousal at her lips. Greedily she sucked them into her mouth, running her tongue along them, getting every last drop.
He stepped back, adjusted her skirts.
“Please,” Brielle moaned, nearly sobbing in frustration.
“Bad girls don’t get to come. Get back to work.”
Re: Shopkeeper -- A!A
Date: 2015-02-03 05:21 am (UTC)I'm not proud to admit this, but I completely forgot I was writing this. Bear with me, as I'm working on a few other projects, but I hope to have a few more updates posted very soon. (I had written quite a bit, it just needed to be polished and posted, and when I re-found it it sort of inspired me again.)
Thank you for bearing with me, and I hope you enjoy what's still to come. (And comment? I freaking love comments.)
<3 from A!A
Re: Shopkeeper -- A!A
Date: 2015-02-06 10:13 pm (UTC)