The King and I

Briar Rose huffed out a breath of palpable air as she entered the cold, ruthless region of Eastmarch. She drew her fur cloak closer around herself as she used a fire spell to try and warm herself. She was never a true fan of the cold, regardless of being a Nord. Obadiah was further south, a little warmer than most of Skyrim. But Shadowmere's constant emulating heat gave her lower body protection from the cold, and for that, Rose was grateful. She had been travelling for two days now, after completing her business in Riften. She had received a letter from Ulfric Stormcloak not days after she had left for Riften, requesting her company at a court meeting to plan for the Moot. After Laila's ball and her coupling with Brynjolf, Rose had departed for Windhelm.

She couldn't deny, she was eager to see Ulfric. She had always been in love with him, even during the civil war. She had enlisted before defeating Alduin, becoming Ulfric's most trusted general, and most passionate lover. If there was one thing she could pick on Ulfric's talent list, it was his lovemaking. Were it not for her adventurous and uneasy nature, she would have gladly settled down with him and become his queen. Unfortunately, her nature required of her to continue wandering and find new candidates to mate with. But it didn't mean that Ulfric held a special place in her heart. They were very alike, with arrogant and passionate attitudes about things they believed in, and confidence in what they were capable of doing, which was why they made wonders in bed together.

Her heart lifted as she saw the stonework of Windhelm come into view through the softly falling snow. Patting Shadowmere on the shoulder encouragingly, they galloped the remainder of the way to the stables, where the Bosmer stable owner and his wife gladly took Shadowmere into care, after receiving a hefty coin purse from Rose.

Instead of Thane, all of the guards and inhabitants of Windhelm addressed her as Stormblade, fully aware of her heroism on the battlefield and her position in Ulfric's court. Rose strolled through Windhelm, greeting friends and shopping in the marketplace. She made her way to Hjerim, her Windhelm house. The house was quiet but warm as Rose placed the groceries in the kitchen and made her way upstairs to her bedroom. She was exhausted and needed rest before going to see Ulfric, although she was sure the news of her arrival had reached him by now.

She couldn't help but shed a tear as she glanced to the empty housecarl's room. Calder had been the housecarl Ulfric had assigned to her when he named her Thane, but when she took him out with her on a spree to kill any remaining Imperial camps, he had died saving her life. She would be in his debt when she would return to Sovngarde and see him again.

Rose fell asleep instantly as her head hit the softest fabric on the Tamriel continent, slipping into dreams of song, rejoicing, and remembering. Ever since she had gone to the Nordic underworld to slay the World Eater, she frequently had dreams of returning there, being greeted by all the heroes of the past as they sang in her honor.

But morning had to come, and as the white morning shone though Rose's window, she stirred contently, sleepy but rejuvenated. Still in her nightdress, she walked to the kitchen in her bare feet, loving the solitude and freedom of the empty house. She made herself some breakfast, and retired to the washroom to bathe. After washing, she donned her Stormcloak officer armor, minus the bear head helmet. She fixed her long golden locks and applied some cosmetics to her face that colored her cheeks and eyelids, and darkened her lashes. When she was satisfied with her appearance, she made her way to the Palace of the Kings.

The remainders of Ulfric's court had arrived and were dining at the long table located in the main hall. The Jarl himself, however, was nowhere to be seen. Seating herself next to Galmar Stone-Fist, Rose immediately struck up conversation with the oldest but toughest general in the court. But the serious talk about the rise and fall of the Dragon Priests was cut short as the Jarl of Windhelm and the future High King of Skyrim walked into the room, grand as ever. Rose had to contain a giggle as she looked him over, clad in his usual attire; tight black leather pants with a white cotton shirt and his favorite bear skin cape. Gods, he was beautiful. His soft green eyes shone confidently as they met a familiar pair of lavender ones, a crooked smile crossing his scarred lips. His strawberry blonde hair was bushy and thick as always, with two braids on either side of his face, a symbolic Nord custom for nobility. Rose took a precious moment to just admire his sharp, defined facial features, including his large but strangely attractive nose.

He walked to the head of the table, leaning forward as he put two hands onto it, throwing Briar Rose a quick glance and wink.

"I'm glad you could all make it today. There is much to discuss before we proclaim the date of the Moot."

A few hours passed, and the meeting finally concluded, with the date of the Moot declared on the 30th of Frostfall, ironically when the Great War had started with the Thalmor, almost 32 years ago now. Each member of the court had departed for their own Hold, with the messages to the Jarls therein. Not seconds after Rose had said goodbye to the last one, did she feel a pair of warm, muscular arms wrap around her waist, hot breath leaving gooseflesh all the way down her neck.

"You came, Dragonborn…" whispered a very sexy, Nordic voice. Rose smiled, closed her eyes, and leaned back into the mountain of a man she called King. It was like resting against a wall, strong and steadfast. The hands around her waist moved to her hips, turning her around to face him. Rose opened her eyes to stare into the bright sagebrush irises of Ulfric Stormcloak, a beautiful smile crossing his skilled lips. Rose raised her hand to comb through the thick reddish blonde locks of her lover, then moving to cradle his strong jawline.

"My fealty to you is the most important one," whispered the beautiful demigod as Ulfric crashed his lips against hers. They stood there for several moments, enjoying the sweet embrace of their kiss, with tongues softly wrapping around one another as Ulfric hugged Briar Rose closer against him. They were interrupted by the noise of a throat clearing, and they irritably broke the session, still wrapped around each other, as they glanced to see Jorleif, Ulfric's steward staring blankly at his Jarl and the Dragonborn in such an intimate situation.

"Pardon me, was I interrupting?" asked the steward, his voice a little shaky.

With an irritable growl, Ulfric rolled his eyes, and took his Stormblade's hand, guiding her towards the meeting room. Rose threw a smile to Jorleif, who sighed in relief. Ulfric was practically running up the stairs with Rose in tow towards his chambers, eager to continue what they had started.

Once up the stairs and left alone in the cold solitude of Ulfric's chambers, Rose found herself pinned harshly against the door, again resuming the kissing she had been engaging in before the interruption. Her fingers tangled in the furs on his cloak as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her groin against his. When they both needed to breathe again, Ulfric continued and attacked her neck while she moaned out in pleasure.

"You've kept me waiting…" he growled sensually.

"That's a matter of perspective…"

Removing her from the wall, he carried her to the bed that rested on a platform, and he slammed her down on it, resting atop of her as he began to strip of his clothes, she repeating his actions as he knelt between her legs. She was undressed, just in her smallclothes, much quicker than he, which gave her time to just admire his perfect body. Ulfric was everything a Nord warrior was supposed to be, bulky, muscular, toned, and scarred. There were countless scars that trailed across his entire body, most of them faded due to passage of time, and each had a story to tell. Ulfric had told her a few, but there were more to be told. The aged warrior blushed as he saw her admiring his figure, something he never did. Hell, this woman had gifts!

Once they were both only in their underwear, Ulfric rested atop of the beautiful demigoddess, his head in her large breasts. While his fingers fumbled with the ties of her breast bonds, his tongue traced up and down the valley between her breasts, drawing very erotic, cock-hardening moans from her. Once the ties were loose, he dispatched the offending cloth and immediately latched his entire mouth, sucking as much of her left breast as he could, his free hand massaging the right. He suckled like a hungry bear to its mother, his cock pressing uncomfortably against his loincloth. All the while, the future King had the woman writhing and moaning in pleasure, her purple eyes hazy with lust.

"Gods woman…" Ulfric whispered hoarsely as he released the breast with a very wet popping noise, "You're like a drug… I can never get enough of you…"

Pushing up against him, Rose sat up, beckoning him to lie back where she had been. Obeying, Ulfric lied back, eager to see what the goddess was planning to do. Kissing across his chest, Rose quickly gave each of his own tits a nip and suck, before tracing each abdominal muscle with her tongue, and kissing each scar away. She teasingly kissed down his stomach to the trail of blonde hair that was cut short by his loincloth. Sending an elfish grin his way, she slowly began to slide his smallclothes down, kissing each area that was appearing. She felt his erection grow and hit her throat, and soon, his glorious cock, the dick fit for the king, sprung free from its confinement. It hit her in the face with hardness, and she grimaced a little, it was big and hard enough to have hurt her nose a little. Slowly, she began to stroke the glorious hardness, inhaling his signature musky scent. He smelled of the wilds, like pine and fur, something she found intoxicating. Slowly, she inched her lips over the head, suckling there to drink the precum weeping at the head. Soon, she was moving up and down the long, wide length, the woman's jaw stretched to it's near maximum as she attempted to take all of him in. Her thieving fingers crawled to the sac and began to fondle and squeeze, causing Ulfric to bellow out in pleasure, the Thu'um threatening to escape his lips. She kept going hard, until she felt him quiver violently and shoot his hot load down her throat, which she drank willingly, her energies restored. He was boneless for a few moments as she crawled up next to him, kissing his neck. He could smell his own hormones, and the woman's lavender scent. It was the perfect mix. But he wasn't about to let her go just yet. Flipping suddenly so he was hovering over her, he spread her legs, where her lovely, wet womanhood awaited. He sent a smirk her way as he aligned himself with her, guiding his dick towards the entrance to heaven. Slowly, he rubbed the head over the entrance in a circle motion, spreading her pooling juices. It drove Rose mad with lust and desire.

"For Talos' sake, just fuck me, Ulfric…" she growled lowly but sensually. The King grinned and obliged to the Dragonborn's request, shoving into her harshly. Both of the lovers couldn't sustain a loud cry of ecstasy as his girth and her tightness brought about a blur of heavenly bliss. Ulfric lost control and began to pound inside, bracing himself by placing either of his hands above her shoulders. She held on for dear life as she cradled his head and ran fingers through his hair, all the while moaning and moving herself against his thrusts to drive him even deeper. They continued for a while, Ulfric charged by her otherworldly energy. It almost wasn't fair, ever since he had first taken her, he hadn't been able to find another suitable lover… she was the only one he wanted.

But that familiar tingling in his groin told him that he was driving close to his climax, and by the increasing tightness of Rose's walls, he could tell she was too.

"Rose… I'm…"

"Me too, my King…"

And so they came together, her walls clamping so hard it forced all of him to empty into her, filling her to last for days. They cried out together, Ulfric falling onto her, his head in her glorious breasts. She held him there, bringing the sheets about them to keep warm.

"I love you… so damn much…" Ulfric groaned out as they basked in the warm afterglow of their climaxes. She smiled and kissed his hair, happy that he did truly love her, and did want her as she did him. If she were normal, she would happily stay with him. But she wasn't normal. Maybe it was better that way, as she thought about it. She used her powers to warm them both comfortably as the sweat began to freeze, surviving in the cold harshness of Eastmarch.

"As do I, my brave, brave King…"