Elenwen loved parties.

She loved the music and how it filled the air. She loved the food and drink with how exotic and flavorful the banquets were. She loved the flow and tide of gossip and intrigue of the courtiers. She loved the crowds, especially people paying attention to her.

Which is why she hosted one very couple of days. It was the only way to keep her hand on the pulse of Altmer society.

Ulfric on the other hand hated parties.

He hated how the music filled his ears making it impossible to think. He hated how spicy and bitter the food was. He hated the constant yammering of fickle courtiers. And most of all, he hated how people flocked around Elenwen trying to garner her favor with false praise and the sly backstabbing of their rivals.

"I don't want to go," he whined as his mistress straightened his collar. "I hate these things. They're boring and stupid."

"They're neither of those things, my darling," Elenwen reprimanded as she tapped him on the head. "They're fun and fascinating."

"Maybe for you," Ulfric grumbled as Elenwen brushed his hair. He hunched his shoulders in frustration. In the past she had made him sit at her feet while stuck on his leash wearing a gag.

"It's not like I want to talk to any of those snobby elves anyway," he had complained. "Why make me wear the gag?"

"Because it makes you look so fierce." Altmer ladies and gentlemen would keep a good arms' length away from him, their eyes wide with fear as they eyed him. Ulfric would glower at them without reserve as he crouched at Elenwen's side.

"Aren't you scared he'll attack you?" an Altmer woman had asked once. "I swear I don't know how you can sleep with such a beast in the same room."

"My boy is quite tame," Elenwen had bragged, petting Ulfric's head. "At least for me." She had grinned evilly. "I can't quite make such a promise for others, thus the precautions I must take for my guests."

The Nord sighed as he bent his head preparing for the gag. He looked up in surprise when Elenwen didn't put it on him.

"You've earn some freedoms, my darling, with your exceptional behavior lately," his mistress said, answering his unasked question. The last few weeks she had been giving him more and more privileges since she let him off the leash. Short walks together, unsupervised time alone in restricted parts of the gardens, that sort of thing. "I've decided to let you mingle some tonight. You may be off the leash and gag, but do not make me regret it." Her dark expression made Ulfric swallow hard. This was by far the most she had trusted him.

"I'll be good."

"I know you will." She kissed his forehead. "And if you do well enough, I'll reward you tonight."


The party was exactly as insufferable as Ulfric had feared. After Elenwen's grand entrance, he had been sent off with a pat on his ass while she was swarmed with admirers. Ulfric had hunched his shoulders, their mocking laughter ringing in his ears as he went to the punch bowl.

"Stupid elves," he grumbled quietly to himself. He didn't want any of the guards to overhear him. "Think they're so much better than me." He glowered at the bowl of pink punch with its floating chunks of fruit. "They can't even drink correctly."

There wasn't a proper bottle of mead or ale in sight. As far as Ulfric could tell there wasn't even any wine. Just this fruity froofy drink. Still it was better than nothing.

He filled a glass to the brim before moving to a corner so he could watch the partiers. The elves were dressed in their most gaudiest tonight. Garish, loud clashing combinations of colors made his head hurt. At least Elenwen only dressed him in dark grays.

Not that she dressed him. She gave him clothes. He dressed himself, dammit!

Ulfric chugged his glass to wash the foul taste out of his mouth the thought had given him. He had to admit that the drink was sweet, too sweet, but at least it wasn't spicy like some drinks he had suffered from Elenwen. He refilled his drink before leaning against the wall again.

At least here he could quietly drink in the sight of her. Elenwen was wearing one of her personal dresses tonight, a rare sight for Ulfric. Normally she only wore her Thalmor robes or her nightgown around him. He hated her Thalmor robes. She only wore them when she was at her cruelest.

Tonight she was wearing a sleeveless tight bodice with a ballgown skirt. The body of the dress was made of various blue, green, and purple sequins to give the image of a peacock while the split skirt was made of peacock feathers. Her long golden hair was swept up in intricate braids and held in place with a woven crown of feathers to finish the look.

Ulfric sighed as he watched her respond gleefully to something one of her admirers said. She was so radiant at these galas, but she seemed so cold too. She laughed and smiled, but it never seemed to reach her eyes. Not like when they were alone together.

The Nord growled when he saw Ancarion approaching his mistress. That damn milk drinker just couldn't take a hint. Elenwen just wasn't into him. It was so obvious. So why did he keep coming back?

"Ah, my dear Elenwen, I always enjoy these soirées you host," the male Altmer said as he took Elenwen's hand. He bowed over it, lingering unnecessarily. "I love seeing your lovely countenance up so close."

"Oh, Ancarion, don't use all of your vocabulary in one sentence," Elenwen smirked. "You'll be left with nothing to say the rest of the night."

"What else would I need to say when I'm in your presence?"

"Yet, here you are, still talking."

"Oh, touché, my dear, touché." Ancarion bowed again, affecting defeat. "I must submit to your superiority."

"Exactly what I look for in a male," Elenwen teased. A gentle titter from the crowd urged Ancarion's departure.

"Maybe you'll be more receptive when I bring our sons to visit next week," Ancarion said as a final parting shot. "They've been looking forward to seeing you."

"I somehow doubt that, but I look forward to seeing them as well," Elenwen said dryly before turning to another guest.

Ulfric felt his chest tighten at the comment. Her sons? He had almost managed to forget that she had children with that… that milk drinking elf. The thought of the two of them together made him miserable.

Of course, it wasn't reasonable to think that Elenwen had never been with anyone else. Not only was she older than him-much much older when he thought about it-but she was so beautiful and smart and clever and talented. In a word she was amazing. Of course others would have noticed too.

Ulfric looked down, his brow furrowing as he realized that he had finished his drink again. Damn, this crappy punch went quick. He ladled some more as he watched Elenwen laugh at a guest's comment.

"I'd make her laugh even louder if I was up there," Ulfric muttered.

"Are you talking to me?" an elf male servant asked.

Ulfric blinked in surprise as he realized he had spoken out loud. "Yeah, why not? I know poetry, you know. I bet I could sweep her off her feet with a poem. I made. Myself."

"How many of those have you had?" the servant asked. He eyed Ulfric carefully as if he was afraid Ulfric would attack him.

"Just four. Maybe five? Six? By the Nine, what does it matter? Is there a limit?"

The elf sniffed at his comment. "No, but it is considered civilized to go slowly with your alcohol."

"This isn't alcohol," Ulfric snorted as he chugged another glass. "It's just juice."

"I think you've had enough," the servant plucked the cup out of Ulfric's hand. Ulfric gasped and tried to snag it back, but he somehow missed as the elf sauntered away.

"Rude ass," Ulfric spat. By Talos, it was warm in here! Why did he feel so flushed? He idly untied his shirt to fan his chest as the room started to spin. Why wouldn't it stay still, dammit?

Ulfric didn't know what to do with himself without a drink in hand. Now he was stuck watching Elenwen dancing with some other elf, her tinkling laughter grating in his ears. She shouldn't laugh like that for anyone but him!

Although he had no idea how to dance, having dodged lessons from Galmar for years, Ulfric decided that he would go in there, push that partner aside and sweep Elenwen off her feet. Yeah, that's exactly what the Nordic heroes of song would have done. They wouldn't have idly stood by as their lady loves were wooed by some pansy assed bitch elf cunts.

Suddenly the floor came flying up at his face. When did it get so close? Ulfric found that he was flat on his hands and knees. What the hell?

Ulfric could feel his cheeks burning as the mocking laughter of elves filled his ears. He was surrounded by Altmer pointing at him and whispering about him. And, by Talos, there was his mistress running towards him, concern on her face. She knelt beside him, her skirt tickling his face.

"Oh, pet," Elenwen cooed, her hands cool on his shoulder. "Did you have too much to drink?"

"I didn't drink anything!" Ulfric protested. He gestured vaguely in the direction of the punch table. "I just had some of that damn fruit juice."

"Sweetness, that's Comet Wine and it's very potent," his mistress sighed. She brushed his bangs from his forehead. "And you're very drunk."

"No! No, not. I mean I'm not." Ulfric lumbered to his feet, trying very hard to not lean on the elf's arm as he did so. He cleared his throat. "I made a poem for you. Right now. When I was thinking about it."

"Oh gods."

"Your skin is silken like, uh, silk. Golden like flowing rows of wheat in the summer day. You smell like snowberries, especially around your bottom. I like your eyes."

"Just let me die now," Elenwen buried her face in her hand. The surrounding mocking laughter grew louder.

"Your eyes are an ocean," Ulfric continued oblivious. "Your breasts are also an ocean."

"Of what, dare I ask?"

"Um, oceanness."

"Your pet is just so adorable," a female elf commented. She reached to pet Ulfric, but jerked back with a squeaked when he snapped at her. "Oh, my, I can see that he's still not quite tamed yet."

"I agree," Elenwen said dryly. She wrapped her arm around his waist, hauling him to his feet. "Clearly I gave him more freedom than he was ready for. You'll have to excuse us." She turned to Ulfric. "Let's put you to bed."


Elenwen paused to look longingly over her shoulder back at the party. It had just started to hit full swing when she had been forced to call it a night. She hiked Ulfric higher up on her hip before continuing half-carrying, half-dragging her pet down the hall.

"I can walk, you know," her boy slurred. He looked up at her through his bangs, his cheeks flushed cherry red. "I dun need your help, elf."

"You're just begging to be punished, my pet," Elenwen said, her voice as sweet as honey. She grabbed his collar and pulled it tight around his throat. "I can discipline you here just as easily as in the room."

"I'm not scared of you," he snorted. By the Eight, she had obviously given him too many privileges lately. He leaned closer until their faces were only inches apart. "Besides, I know you're just aching to tie me up and beat me again. You're getting an itch for it."

"You're starting to get on my nerves, child." Elenwen narrowed her eyes angrily. No one talked to her that way. No one!

Ulfric pushed away from her grasp, swaying unsteadily on his feet. "Please forgive me, mistress," he said, his voice loud and unrepentant. He placed his hands on her hips as he slid to his knees. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't patronize me."

"I don't mean to," Ulfric giggled. She had never seen her pet like this. He seemed almost silly and giddy. Did alcohol do this to all Nords?

The boy was nuzzling her waist as his hands were running up and down her legs. Her skirt was starting to hike to the side. "Please, mistress, please let me worship you like you deserve." His tone was much more supplicant and his face was closer to her crotch now. She could feel his hot breath through the thin cloth.

Elenwen's chest tightened as Ulfric pulled her long skirts aside. By the Eight, was he really going to do that here!?

"You're so beautiful," Ulfric murmured, his lips against her panties. His fingers played with the cloth as he kissed her mound. "I can't stop looking at you. Whenever I can, I just want to drink in the sight of you. I want to memorize the curve of your lips, the swell of your breasts, the way you laugh when you're amused, and the glow of your hair in the sun."

"Ulfric," Elenwen gasped. Her back was against the wall, her legs becoming more and more spread as Ulfric continued to shower his affections on her sex. She couldn't talk as he touched her, so she wrapped her fingers in his hair instead and pulled him closer.

If anyone were to catch them like this, it would ruin her, but she couldn't resist. For weeks he had been shyly courting her. She would find little gifts of flowers on her bed or scraps of paper hidden in the trash with nothing more than marked out lines. She would visit his nest and they would kiss and touch, but little more than that. She had been left wanting, desperately needing really, but had been forced to invoke her willpower to not rush him.

"Please, mistress," Ulfric begged as he rubbed his thumb against her clothed mound. "Give me permission to pleasure you."

By the Eight, he was drunk. Elenwen knew she shouldn't take advantage. It would be wiser to wait until he was sober. But her wolf was so proper, it was infuriating. And Elenwen at heart was a woman who took what she wanted.

"Yes, my sweet, worship me," she breathed. She leaned her head back as she arched her hips towards her lover for better access. "Here, now."

"As you command."

Ulfric pulled her panties down and away before Elenwen could even blink. The fine hairs of his beard briefly tickled her as it brushed against her skin, but that was quickly forgotten as his tongue lapped her.

"By Talos, you're so wet already," he mumbled. He ran his tongue slowly over her, taking in every inch. "You taste so good. I love the flavor of your body." He dipped his finger into her before pulling it out again. Elenwen started to protest until she saw how slowly he was licking his finger, enjoying the taste of her.

"Don't stop," she demanded. She looped her leg over her pet's shoulder, pulling him closer. "Don't you dare stop now."

"Never, mistress." He looked up at her, his gray eyes shining with admiration. "I would do anything for you. You're my sun and moon and stars. If you were to rise in the east, I would follow you all the way to the west and beyond."

"Why couldn't you talk like that back at the party?" Elenwen sighed. This was the romantic gesture she had expected back there.

"I guess I got stage fright," he teased. He rubbed his thumb against her swollen clit as he slipped a finger inside her.

When she moaned her pleasure, he spread her lips apart so he could kiss her down there again before returning to worshipping her. His thrusts moved countermeasure to the lashing of his tongue. He alternated between flicking the tip of his tongue against her sex and sucking on it loudly.

By Dibella, this was so filthy! Not only was she openly being ravished in the middle of the hall, but it was by a Nord. And just any Nord, but her personal pet. Her wicked, wicked wolf.

That long denied warmth was flooding her center, spreading throughout her lower body. She gasped as Ulfric plunged against her. She was soaked, and could even feel a trickle of something running down her leg and behind her knee. She bit down on her lip as she came, regretfully stifling her orgasm, but there were some things even she wouldn't risk.

Her boy licked a few more times before kissing her gently on her clit. As he stood, he pushed her skirt all the way up over her hips, exposing her to the world. "I hate how I want you all the time. How I can't stop thinking about you and how to please you. I know I'll never be openly yours, but please don't take anyone else. Let me love and worship you even if it's only secretly."

He grabbed his hardened cock and jerked it as he spoke. His lips were on her throat and hair as he ground against her. Elenwen gasped when she felt the Nord's hot seed splash against her sweat covered skin.

"You bad boy," she said. "I never gave you permission for that." She pushed him back to his knees. "Clean that up now."

"As you command, my mistress." Without protest, he licked up every bit of his come, paying particular attention to the bits that had managed to get into her private hair.

"I'm going to punish you so hard later," Elenwen threatened. She felt breathless, sweaty, and weak in the knees, but by the gods she felt so damn good too.

"Am I going to need to beg some more?" Ulfric pouted.

"Yes, lots, repeatedly. All night." Elenwen grabbed his collar and pulled him close. "And don't think I'm not going to make you learn everything that turns me on."

"I look forward to the lesson, mistress," Ulfric murmured, trying to hide a drunken smile.

"Good. First, pick up my panties," Elenwen said, pointing at the discarded cloth. She turned and started heading down the hall. "And then follow me."

"As you command!"