Here we go, I know its short, but, hey its better than nothing. I needed an Ulfric chapter :) just to get the ball rolling so to speak.
Generic smut warning... enjoy
Dreaming
He knew where he was, he had been here before. However, each time he visited this place, he always left with more questions than answers. He was beginning to wonder what effect they were having on him as a person. These past few days he noticed that his attention wandered from his usual routine, and he was sure others had noticed...
There she stood, basking in the moonlight, her bridal gown gently flowing in the night air. He had never seen anyone as beautiful as her. Her long brown hair tied in an elegant braid. Her slender body seemed to have a pull on him. He wanted to touch her, to feel his lips on hers.
He barely knew her, how did it come to this.
Her gaze was warm, loving, as she held out her hand. The hand that bore his wedding ring. She was his, now and forever. He took her hand and pulled her into his arms. He gazed lovingly into those beautiful, bright blue eyes. He was desperate to bury himself inside her, to become one with her.
Kissing her deeply, passionately, he slowly began the process of removing her wedding gown. It separated from her easily. As the silken material drifted to the floor, he couldn't help but gaze at her naked body in awe. Gently he lifted her, and carried her over to their bed. Setting her down upon the furs, he quickly removed his fine furs.
He smiled at her reaction to his erection. She seemed mystified. Slowly he lowered himself over her. Kissing her soft lips, down to her neck, her breasts, slowly exploring her body with his tongue. She tasted divine. Travelling further still, he finally reached her sex. Her moans of pleasure motivated him to kiss her most sensitive area. So sweet, wet and ready for him. But he was not done yet. Pushing two of his fingers inside her, his tongue began its assault. He needed to taste her climax, to feel her pulse beneath his adventurous tongue. He did not have to wait long.
Her body quivered as his tongue pushed her over the edge. He could taste her warmth, her sweetness. He could feel her muscles tightening around his fingers, milking them, Each pulse forcing her wetness against his mouth. Her breathing became laboured as she called out his name.
He looked up at her, her eyes glazed and smiling. But he would not let her recover. Once again his tongue began its tour of her body. Working upwards he finally reached her lips. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a deep, desperate kiss. This was his undoing. He needed her wetness around him. With great determination and need, he pushed his erection deep inside her. She felt wonderful. Better than any other woman he had bedded in his time. But she was different.
She was his. He would lie with no other, not ever again. She was the very air he breathed. She was his future and he would accept that future willingly.
Driving himself deeper, and harder he felt that the Divines themselves had gifted her to him. Each thrust a desperate attempt to worship her, to claim her. Soon, she began to call his name once again. Her climax stronger this time, squeezing him, milking him. That was his undoing. As he poured his seed into her he called for her. Burying his face into her now wet hair. He breathed her in.
He slowly pulled himself out of her, rolling to his side, he took her with him. He lifted her face and looked into her beautiful eyes. She was everything he wanted in a wife, in his future Queen.
"I love you.."
A loud knocking awoke Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak from his slumber. He looked beside him, his bed empty. Although disappointed, he knew that he had been dreaming. The dampness of his bed and small clothes made him sigh guiltily. It was almost like he was an adolescent again. It had been two weeks since he returned to Windhelm; and all he could think of was the young woman who had shared the carriage to Helgen. The moment she looked at him his heart began to race. There was something about her. It wasn't just the way she looked. He wasn't going to deny that she was beautiful. But there was a fire burning within her eyes.
A fire that he could not forget. Watching her place her head on the block felt like torture. She was so young, so innocent. The girl had a defiance that he found enthralling.
"What do you want?"
"M..my Jarl," Jorleif, his Steward murmured nervously "Susanna is here to warm your bed."
Ulfric buried his head with his hands. This arrangement had been made weeks ago, before he had met the vision that haunted his dreams and thoughts. Susanna was well known throughout the city, affectionately referred to as "the wicked" because of her well known dalliances, yet there was still pleasure to be had. Ulfric himself knew from many an experience. He was used to women throwing themselves at him, hoping that sharing in his bed would make them candidates to become his Queen. He was not one to refuse such willing partners. He had made it clear to them that he was not looking for a wife, but he did accept them in his bed.
That was before her. Never before had a woman occupied his mind so. He had barely spoken to her, but, he did feel a surge of energy between them. Now, another willing participant had come to entertain him; and he was not interested. He was not a believer in love at first sight, but that girl had cast her spell, now he wanted to belong to her. He wanted his body to be only hers. He had not wanted to seek a wife, but that unfamiliar fluttering in his stomach had other ideas.
The Jarl stood, fumbling out of his damp small clothes and wrapping himself in furs.
"Tell her I am not interested."
"My Jarl?"
Ulfric sighed and walked to his window.
"I will accept no more women hoping to entertain in my bed."
"Yes My Jarl."
Ulfric closed his eyes as Jorleif's footsteps distanced themselves from his door.
He gazed out of his window and gazed out at the stars.
He took a deep breath, trying to still the fluttering in his heart. He meant it. No free woman was to ever be welcomed in his bed again. He would only allow The girl he briefly met in Helgan. He needed her to be his; In mind, body and the eyes of Mara. He would accept no other. He prayed silently to himself. Prayed that he would find her. Hoped that she was not joined in marriage to another. He needed her to be one with him, he would accept no other bride but the one he had loved in his dreams.
"Talos, Divines, what have you done to me?"
