Ulfric
“Bring her to the table!” Wuunferth the Unliving ordered Farkas.
He placed his hands over her torso and began forcing his magic into the unconscious woman. Vilkas crowded the table as the alchemists began to force their way into the room with tonics and poultices. Argis worked with the guards to keep people out of the room to give his Thane privacy and room to breath. Vilkas held one of Sonin’s hands and Farkas had the other. They made no moves to hide their worry or affection.
“I’ll have to take the armor off,” the lead alchemist stated, grabbing a dagger to cut the straps of the now ruined leather armor.
The wounds were atrocious, but no one could look away from them. The fact she was breathing amazed them all. Ulfric watched from the foot of the table. He would have admired her shapely body that was now almost entirely exposed, but the current circumstances prevented that. He owed this woman his life, nay, this Dragonborn his life. It was his obligation and honor to repay that.
Sonin’s eyes fluttered and they could hear muffled whimpers of pain and muttering. Vilkas rested his forehead against hers and gripped her hand tighter. He wanted her to know he was there and that she would be okay. Farkas didn’t hold her tight, worried about causing her more pain.
Now cleaned of the blood that had stopped running from her, everyone could see the scar that she had that still managed to look worse than her current injuries. The twins aided in dressing the wounds, moving her up for the physicians to bandage. It broke their hearts every time she whimpered in pain at the movements.
“How is she?” Argis came into the room now, the crowds now all turned away.
“She will live, but it may be some time before she wakes up,” Wuunferth replied, “If it wasn’t for the healing she did on herself before she passed out, she would have died before getting here.”
“Aye. She is a powerful mage,” Argis responded.
“Very. I dare say she is beyond me and all my years. I would hate to be on the receiving end of any destructive magic of hers,” the wizard bowed and left the five men.
“We need to get her somewhere more comfortable,” Vilkas said to the jarl.
“Aye. I had the servants prepare the corridors next to my room,” he led the men and Galmar to the room.
Farkas wouldn’t let anyone else carry her, feeling guilty about her getting hurt so bad. He gently placed her on the plush bed that was fit for nobility. Carefully, he pulled the feather blankets and pelts over her, knowing how much she hated the cold. Vilkas started a fire in the hearth, thinking the same.
“Thank you for letting my thane rest here,” Argis spoke to the Jarl.
“Of course. I owe her a debt of my life,” Ulfric looked at the woman, her face looking more calm and rested than before.
“I will stay here,” Argis said to the twins, “You two might want to get some rest back at the inn.”
“Mara’s tits we will,” Vilkas snapped at the housecarl, “I’m not letting her out of my sight.” Farkas nodded in agreement.
“She is quite the woman to have such devout followers,” Ulfric commented. Galmar agreed with a nod of his own. “I will have the servants prepare another room so you can rotate shifts watching over her. May I ask, what is the dragonborn’s name?”
“Sonin,” Argis answered his question, “She doesn’t like being called by any of her titles, but she is also Thane of Whiterun and Markarth.”
“She is also a proud member of the Companions,” Farkas added, “Our shield-sister.”
“Scholar of the College of Winterhold. Prodigy,” Vilkas continued.
“Slayer of giants,” Argis chuckled, “and slayer of sweet rolls.”
“Impressive,” Ulfric remarked, feeling himself get aroused by the idea of such a woman.
“Yes. Jarl Ulfric, I believe we should return to our conversation at the war table,” Galmar noticed the gleam in his Jarl’s eyes and wanted him far from his savior.
“Indeed,” Ulfric followed him out of the room.
Sonin’s three men rotated shifts on keeping watch, both over her for when she wakes and to protect her from any unseen threats. None of the men trusted anyone in Windhelm. Jarl Ulfric came every few hours or so to see how she fared, drawing suspicion from Vilkas. He kept that to himself though, not wanting the others to think he was just jealous or possessive.
Two days after passing out, Sonin finally began to stir awake. Farkas was at her side at the time. He perked up when he heard her mumbling and nearly jumped on the bed when her eyes fluttered open.
“Farkas?” She questioned.
“Love!” He smothered her with kisses all over her face and hands.
“Not to sound ungrateful, because I really love the attention, but you smell. Like wet dog,” she laughed hoarsely, her mouth and throat dry.
“Sorry,” he laughed back, “Here. Water.”
She took the tankard from him and drank heavily, “I hope I didn’t worry you too much.”
“Of course you did,” he pushed a lock of hair behind her ear with a lovesick look in his heavily bagged eyes, “You nearly died. Why did you jump in front of Ulfric like that?”
Sonin shrugged, “I guess since I’ve been taking the mantle of this whole being the Dragonborn thing, it felt like something I was supposed to do. Protect people from the dragon menace.”
“I wish Vilkas never opened his mouth about that,” he kissed her forehead, “I will go let the others know you’re awake.”
Farkas returned a few moments later with two very tired looking Nords in tow. Vilkas didn’t look too much parted from his normal restless self, but Argis looked a hot mess. Guilt racked Sonin. Vilkas pressed his lips to hers, not caring if her breath was stale from sleep. Argis pulled her into an embrace that was just hard enough to be painful. She wasn’t going to stop him though.
“Ah, so you are awake,” Ulfric’s voice came from the door.
“So it seems,” Sonin looked to the larger than life Nord strolling toward her, without his carl this time.
“I want to thank you for saving my life properly. I’m having a proper dinner made tonight for you to share with me in my quarters,” he said.
“Do I have a say in this?” Sonin chuckled.
Ulfric raised a questioning brow, “Of course. I assumed you wouldn’t turn down a meal in your honor.”
“You would assume correctly,” Sonin nodded, “I’m afraid I don’t have the proper attire for a formal dinner.”
“I’ve already had that taken care of. I have some servants preparing you a bath now and they will dress you. I look forward to dining with you,” he bowed his head slightly then left without another word.
“Would you like me to stay with you for this meal?” Argis offered.
“No, no,” she waved her hand dismissively, “I think I’ll be alright on my own.”
“Sonin,” Vilkas had a threatening tone, “Ulfric doesn’t have entirely honorable ideas.”
Sonin knew exactly what he meant, “Come now Vilkas. I can handle myself.”
“You literally almost died two days ago,” he countered.
“By a dragon, not some egotistic Nord. I’ll be fine. I do look forward to this bath though,” Sonin said, her skin feeling sticky.
The four of them chatted in her room for about half an hour until a servant girl stepped in to lead Sonin to the bathing area. The men were reluctant to let her out of their sight, but she made it clear to them that she would not so much as speak with them further until they all got some sleep. They did their best to rest at the inn, but none of them would be sleeping comfortably.
Sonin sighed as she steeped down into the clawfoot tub filled with hot water and bathing oils. The servant gave her a variety of soaps with which to choose from. She went with a snowberry and elderberry blend with a touch of dragon’s tongue. Sonin let her body relax as the young woman massaged the soaps into her hair. When the bathing was done, Sonin mustered up a fire cloak spell to speed her drying, not wanting to deal with being wet in the cold Windhelm air. The stone castle did nothing to keep out the cold.
The dress chosen for her was lined with fur with a matching cloak, much to her delight. It was a fine garment suited for a queen. It was a blue hue that complimented her tanned skin well. The neckline plunged further than she would have chosen for herself, but the styled breast band that paired with it gave her lift and pressed cleavage. The shoes were fine and lined in fur also. Sonin smirked, realizing it was the fur of a bear. Ulfric really was pretty full of himself. She helped the servant braid her hair so it formed a crown and left strands loose to frame her face. Finally, a simple makeup was adorned. Sonin had to admit, she did look pretty damn good. She had half a mind to just go to the inn and let all three men take her at once.
Ulfric was in his chambers when she stepped in. He was wearing a nicer, cleaner version of his normal armor. His hair looked freshly washed and braided and his beard trimmed. Sonin had to give it to the man, he cleaned up real nice. She ignored the slight dampness in her small clothes after fully appraising him and cleared her throat to make herself known.
His eyes widened when he turned to face her, “Ah, there you are.” Ulfric’s eyes lingered on her breasts longer than he had meant them to. “I hope the dress is to your liking.”
“It is. I doubt I’ve owned anything so fine,” Sonin walked further into the room, the dress pulling and clinging in a fashion that showed how shapely her hips and thighs were.
Ulfric felt the room in his trousers reduce, “Please,” he motioned to the decorative table by the hearth, “Dinner will be here shortly.”
Sonin nodded and let Ulfric pull the chair out for her, pushing her into the table and pouring her a flask of spiced wine. They clinked glasses and shared a drink in relative silence by the time their meal was brought to them. Well seasoned beef was on the menu, with stewed potatoes and a seeded bread.
“I want to thank you again for what you did,” he couldn’t stop himself from staring at her, “Not many outside of my ranks would risk their life to protect mine.”
“It’s my job as Dragonborn right?” Sonin smirked, “Protecting people from the fearsome dragons and so on and so forth.”
“About that,” he had so many questions, “You really are the dragonborn then? What I witnessed was you absorbing a dragon’s soul?”
“Yes. Unbelievable that little ol’ me did that and shouted the beast almost out of the sky, I know,” she replied.
“I knew the Greybeards had summoned the Dragonborn, but I heard that he was a man,” Ulfric responded.
“That would be equal parts of everyone assumes every warrior of renown is a man, and me never correcting the rumors. I prefer people not knowing what I look like or who I am,” Sonin sighed as she chewed a forkful of beef, “Got enough expectations from people just being Thane. Don’t need them expecting me to save the world or anything on top of that.”
“Yes, I heard from your housecarl about your titles. Would you say you know Jarl Balgruuf well?” Ulfric asked.
“I think I already know where you’re planning to go with these questions. I’m not giving any information to betray my Jarl. He is a good friend, regardless of who he may or may not support in this war,” Sonin answered with a dismissive wave of her hand.
“Another time perhaps?” He asked.
“Don’t hold your breath,” she laughed, “Now. Let’s talk about the Dunmer.”
“The dark elves? What about them?” He questioned.
“Do you know how bad off they are in your city?” Sonin gave him the benefit of the doubt.
“I’m not sure I know what you mean,” He replied.
“There are Nords in your city that have been harassing the Dunmer every night. Threats of violence and worse. How could you let that happen under your nose?” Sonin couldn’t help herself.
“I was not made aware of this problem. As you can imagine, this war has taken precedence for the day to day activities of the people of Windhelm,” Ulfric explained.
“How can you expect to be High King if you can’t keep your city’s people in line? Do you hate anyone who isn’t a Nord? Because that’s what some of your people think,” Sonin pressed.
“I don’t hate any race of man or mer,” Ulfric defended, “I believe Skyrim belongs to the Nords, but I don’t hate those who aren’t Nords.”
“Then can you make some sort of public statement about it?” Sonin requested.
“And what would you have me say?” Ulfric grew irritated at the small woman. Who did she think she was? Dragonborn or not, he was still a damn Jarl.
“Anything! Your people are suffering,” she replied, not understanding the problem.
“I will consider it, but there are more pressing matters. I find myself with little time for public appearances,” Ulfric countered.
“Please make some time. The last thing Skyrim needs is further division,” Sonin said.
“The Thalmor have made sure that Skyrim remains divided,” Ulfric countered.
“Your civil war is making it worse. Surely you can see how this war benefits the Thalmor?” Sonin replied.
“If you have so many thoughts on the war then you should pick a side,” he responded.
“I know I’ll have to eventually,” Sonin defended, “But you haven’t made it easy.”
“I haven’t? You’re either a true daughter of Skyrim or not. The choice is simple,” Ulfric stated with deep annoyance.
“You’re pretty stubborn, you know?” Sonin chuckled a bit, “I guess we’re alike in that manner.”
“Stubbornness shows that one has pride in their decisions. It’s a sign of a steadfast person,” he reached a hand to touch hers.
Sonin didn’t move to stop the contact, “That’s a new one. Haven’t heard that characterization before. Do you believe me to be a steadfast daughter of Skyrim?”
“Aye. I do,” he rolled a thumb over her knuckles, “You were courageous the first time I met you, just as you are now. I would be honored to have you join me in the fight against the Empire.”
Sonin glanced away with a blush creeping up from his caressing of her hand and kind words, “I will consider it Jarl Ulfric. I will not be engaging in this war until I can stop the dragons. It won’t due to being the king of ashes.”
“I wish I knew some information that could help you, but I don’t have any for you. There are the old tales of dragons but, until now they were just stories,” Ulfric’s touching continued, “Does my touch offend you?”
“No,” Sonin replied before she could think too long on it, “Should it?”
“That’s up to you. I would like to show you some more appreciation for throwing your life down for mine,” he stood up and came beside her, lifting her up by the hand and guiding her into him, “You deserve a reward beyond a meal and a new dress.”
“That’s okay Jarl Ulfric,” Sonin didn’t fight him off when he pulled her into him.
“Just Ulfric in private,” he craned his head down to hers and waited to see if she would pull away.
When she didn’t, he captured her lips in his. One of his large hands cupped her cheek and lifted her chin up toward him, the other was on the small of her back to keep her braced against him. Sonin felt herself melting involuntarily into the man. She knew in the back of her head that she shouldn’t be adding another lover to her life, but damn his lips were so nice. He surpassed her other three lovers at kissing by miles.
Ulfric deepened the kiss and pulled her impossibly closer to him. His hands reveled in how soft she was between her extra weight and the silky fabric of the dress. Moans left her throat without permission, giving away just how much she was enjoying this. Ulfric began walking her toward the fireplace, not breaking their lip lock. She was fighting for breath from his sweet assault, tasting of the wine they shared.
“Ulfric,” Sonin attempted to speak normally, but his name came out a raspy moan.
“You feel great on the outside,” he moved his lips to her ear, “I can’t imagine how you must feel inside.”
Sonin felt her knees go weak, holding onto Ulfric’s chest to steady herself. He gave a hearty chuckle and pulled her by the chin with a single finger to take her lips again, which were already plump from the previous attention. Sonin’s body was responding to the Nord like it did with the twins and her housecarl. Her small clothes were in a puddle and her nipples hardened enough to make out through the fabric of the dress.
“Will you allow me to reward you further?” Ulfric asked, keeping his head down to hers.
“I-,” she paused, unsure what to say. She did want this, but she knew it was a bad idea. Her love life was complicated enough without adding a Jarl and possible High King to her growing list of bedmates. “I am unsure.”
“Worried I’ll be too rough? I am big, but I’ll be gentle,” he assured her.
Sonin snorted at that, “No. I mean, that’s nice although I prefer it rough. But no, I mean I have a complex situation about taking lovers right now.”
“The three men with you? I assumed as much,” he didn’t move to release her yet, “I can assure you that I’m nothing like them.”
“More than you realize,” Sonin thought about the twins’ wolf spirits, “I’m more worried about them trying to kill you for touching me, not you hurting me.”
“I’d like to see them try,” he nuzzled her neck, “You don’t have to tell them about this. I can keep a secret.”
“I’m sure you can,” Sonin giggled a bit as his beard tickled her neck, “They would still find out.”
“Well it sounds like I’m already in danger as it is,” he rubbed a hand down to squeeze an ass cheek, “Might as well go big.”
“I-” Sonin cut herself off with another involuntary moan as both his hands squeezed at her plump rear. “By the Nine.”
“So you worship Talos also?” He pressed his erection toward her so she could feel it, “I’m finding more and more reason to just take you, with or without your permission.”
That should have raised red flags and alarms, but it just made Sonin feel even more aroused. She secretly had a desire to play with dubious consent and fantaised at the idea of not having control. It made her feel dirty and wrong though, which is why she never expressed these interests to anyone.
“I don’t worship any god, but I believe him a god all the same,” she managed to speak somewhat normally, even though his massaging was making her knees go to jelly.
“I’ll have you praising all of them by the end of the night,” he nibbled at her earlobe.
That’s what did her in. She clutched onto his tunic harder as she nearly fell. Ulfric wasted no time in gently leading her onto the bear pelt under them. The fur tickled her sensitive neck.
“You seem to want this,” he stated, his body over hers and very close to her face.
“I do, but it’s still not a good idea-ah!” Sonin yelped as he thrust himself down on her.
“If you want this to stop, then you can simply shout me off. I can handle it,” he grinned wickedly at her before moving his head down to her exposed collarbones.
Sonin mewled as his hands roamed the expanse of her body. The fireplace did nothing to stop her shivers of pleasure as he found all the places that drive her wild. Small bits of magic leaked from her hands onto the pelt under her as she gripped it for purchase. Ulfric was at her breasts now, giving her a sly glance up before moving to free one of her breasts. She gasped as the cold air hit her hardened areola, but it was quickly engulfed in the warmth of Ulfric’s mouth.
Sonin’s back arched, pushing her breasts further onto him. Ulfric responded in kind with a deep hum and wrapped an arm around the opening she made. He kept her pulled up into him as he continued to lavish her breasts with his mouth and tongue. Sonin’s hands came to his hair, tangling in his blonde strands. Her moans came louder now as he switched breasts, the fire adding to the heat building in her core.
“You sound…” he took a moment to find the right word, “amazing.”
“I-ah-I’m not trying to- fuck-” she stammered as his hand found its way to her small clothes, his digits circling her clit.
“What was that?” He teased as he rolled the sensitive nub between his fingers.
“Damn it-” she rolled her head back as an orgasm built up at his ministrations, “Talos preserve me.” She couldn’t stop her first orgasm from raking through her.
Ulfric moved back up to kiss her as her climax took over her body. He was pleased at how much of an easy lover she was. Once she stilled under him again, he started to pull the dress up. Sonin didn’t fight him, feeling overwhelmed at the pleasure he had already given her.
“Divines,” he breathed as he exposed her sex to him, dripping with moisture, “If this is how you get so quickly, no wonder those men would fight for you.”
He pressed a thick finger into her entrance, her walls relaxing and tightening in response to how he curled the digit. Sonin was breathing heavily now, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession. Ulfric offered her a dirty grin as he slipped another finger into her. He was trying to go for orgasm number two.
“Ulfric,” she moaned as he inserted a third finger, stretching her completely.
“That’s right,” he cooed, “I want you to come undone once more for me.”
Sonin rolled her hips to match the thrusting of his fingers. Ulfric massaged her breasts with his free hand, pinching and flicking at the buds. The second climax came and Sonin knew her moans would be filling up the halls now. The guards would hear at the very least, at worst her companions might.
Ulfric brought his head down to taste her. She was sweet and earthy, like a snowberry with the root. He groaned into her, the vibrations making her shake. She was feeling over stimulated, unsure if she could handle any more. Ulfric kept himself at her lower lips, slicking a thumb with her moisture and pressing it to her asshole. She stiffened at the pressure on the taut hole.
“Never had anyone go here before?” He paused his licking to ask her.
“No,” she swallowed hard, both scared and excited.
Ulfric gave her an honest smile and worked his thumb into her slowly. The sensation was that of pressure, but it wasn’t bad. In combination with his tongue inside of her it was down right unforgiving. Her body relaxed to allow more of his thumb into her while he expertly rolled his tongue over her labia and clit.
“Ulfric, stop,” she finally managed.
He gave her a disappointed look, but moved himself out and away from her, “Is something wrong?”
“No. I-” she glanced away in embarrassment about what she was about to say, “I want you inside me.”
Ulfric’s grin was ear to ear, “Who am I to deny such a powerful woman?”
Sonin gave him a small laugh as he freed himself from his trousers. He wasn’t kidding about being large, but she had enough experience with the well endowed to not be worried about it. Ulfric hilted in her easily, but she was still tight. He groaned as she rocked her hips to create friction between them.
“Damn woman,” he remarked, “I feel like you’re about to rip it off.”
“It’s because I’m fat,” she quipped.
Ulfric gave her a frown at that. Yes she carried extra weight, but she was far from fat. Ulfric had seen quite a few noblemen and women who could gorge themselves on meats and starches, becoming rotund. Sonin’s weight fell in the right places. A sign she ate more than she burned, but still exercised nonetheless. By Nord standards, she could carry more weight and still be desirable.
“You are far from fat my dear,” he leaned himself down so he could kiss her lips while thrusting inside of her, “Besides, I like a woman with some meat on her bones.”
“Clearly,” Sonin laughed and kissed him back.
Their tongues danced together as Ulfric reached a hand back down to her. He rubbed her clit to match the pace of his thrusts, kissing her harder and with fever. Sonin felt herself coil tight before she released. She came hard enough that it forced his erection to pop out of her. They both laughed at that.
“I feel bad having finished repeatedly but not getting you there,” Sonin commented after she caught her breath.
“Don’t,” he kissed her forehead and left her to grab a bottle of oil from a desk.
“What’s that for?” She asked.
“You’ll see,” is all he offered, oiling up his member. “You said you like it rough, yes?”
“Aye,” she watched him carefully.
“Then get on your knees,” he instructed.
She did as she was told, letting him have access to her rear. Ulfric oiled her asshole, making Sonin very aware of what was about to happen. She willed herself to relax as he prodded her entrance. After a few moments of pressing, it gave way with a slight pop and he was buried deep inside her.
“Oh! Fuck!” She buried her mouth into her forearm to try and stop from alerting the whole city of what was happening. The sensation was euphoric. Sonin had no idea that anal would feel so good. “Ulfric! Ah- more,” she moaned.
“As you wish,” he rutted into her harder, earning more guttural noises from the short woman.
He stretched her in a delicious manner that Sonin couldn’t describe. On Ulfric’s end, she felt like the tightest hole he’s ever fucked. The pelt kept her forearms from chaffing against the stone floor as he bucked into her. He wrapped one hand into her neatly done hair, tugging it so her mouth would be free and clear to make her pleasure more known. Sonin’s body reacted well to this sudden roughness, her ass pulsating around his cock.
Ulfric reached his other hand over to a candle that was lit by the fireplace. He carefully held it a distance from her rear and tilted it, letting the hot wax drip on her ass and back. Sonin yelped at the first drop, lurching forward enough that Ulfric almost fell out of her. With the second and third drops her body relaxed into the heat. Ulfric took the chance to increase the power of his thrusts while she was loose.
“You seem to like the wax, little dragon,” Ulfric commented, letting more of it pour onto her lower back.
“I’ve always been someone who loves warmth,” Sonin replied, head no longer pulled back but moved to the side so she could watch him.
“I wonder if you would like this then,” he leaned himself toward the goblet of wine he set aside.
Carefully, he poured a small amount on her lower back and ran a hand over it to spread it thin. Sonin mewled as the liquid was cold, saying so. Ulfric gave her a laugh and told her to just wait. Now that she had a layer of the alcohol on her, he moved the candle in close and let it set the liquid aflame. It produced a very hot, tickling sensation that made her clench around him. Ulfric quickly ran his hands back and forth to suffocate the flames as soon as they started.
“What was THAT?” Sonin asked.
“A little trick I learned in my youth,” he replied, pouring more wine on her.
“Only a devout follower of Dibella would think to use fire in the bedro-” She cut herself off with a moan as he started a second flame.
They continued alternating with the wax and flame until Sonin was a wrecked mess, her skin slightly red but not burned and her sex absolutely drentched. Her pleasure was beyond that of an orgasm. She had never been stimulated so relentlessly. Ulfric was enjoying each and every sound she made, from whimpers of prayers to all the gods and daedric princes she could remember to nearly yelling his name. His thrusts became more erratic as he neared his own release. He quickly brought a hand back to her clit, wanting her to finish with him.
“Ah. Ah. Oh. Ulfric!” She groaned as she peaked.
“Divines-” he cut himself off, spilling his seed inside of her.
“Fuck me,” she sighed as she replied as she collapsed on the bear.
“I just did,” Ulfric laughed deeply, falling beside her.
“Aye, that you did,” she looked over at him, seeing the sweat that formed on his brow. She adjusted herself back into her dress properly and slowly brought herself to a stand. Ulfric followed her with a grunt.
“You don’t have to run off,” he stated as she brushed the wrinkles of the dress down.
“I really do. The others will barge in here if they don’t hear from me soon,” Sonin turned to face him, “I also need to wash up before then. Do you-”
“Sonin?” Vilkas’ voice sounded from the wooden door that had been kicked open.