It was a wonder to Ulfric how he was able to go through this ordeal with a thread of his sanity in tact. In fact, he thought by the third day he would be pleading for Floshem to keeping creaming his ass until his stomach popped, but that wasn't the case.
He couldn't muster the power to feel good about that. After the first day, his body practically belonged to Floshem despite his soul's protest. The invasion into his mind was still in its early stages, and though he felt they too belonged to the damned altmer, Ulfric could still think; to remember the conception of this parasitic relationship; to think cruel thoughts about the elf; and to reject his captivity.
His cock twitched and came on the bed, just as Floshmen finished inside him.
'Why inside... I can't conceive, so please stop cumming inside.' Floshem came to his face and presented his stained cock. Ulfric didn't need another word and allowed him entry. He had gotten quite good at giving head, despite his reluctance. He can deepthroat like the best whore in Tamriel and gulp down twice as much seed. An undignified talent for a man of his standing.
Lube and whiteness smeared and moistened his lips as he took the cock deeper into his mouth. When his lips connected to the base, he started a steady pace of sliding four inches out before going back down. His throat was a slave to the elf, as was the rest of his body. Ulfric's toes curled when he sensed the small pulsing from within his tight oral cavern - and he couldn't say it was in revulsion. His ass and cock motioned in delight just as the rebel snapped his eyes shut. disliking how the mere sight of a cock violating his mouth - the same one that inspired courage in the hearts and minds of Skyrim - pleased him.
His self-loathing worsened when he felt the elf glaze his throat with sperm. Like an obedient slave, he swallowed it all. Not a single drop left his mouth, even when Floshem pulled out while still cumming.
The nord's tired eyes met with the elf's indifference as Floshem stuffed his cleaned cock back in his pants. Only three rounds? Was he finally getting tired of him? Was he to be sold as a slave with his kinsmen as well? The thought made Ulfric cringe. He didn't want to be sold. He liked it here. He wanted to be good and stay with-
'No...! Stay strong. I will get out... I just need to stay patient.' He then licked his lips clean without thinking. A good general waits for the right moment to strike, after all.
It was exactly that. For sure. Definitely.
"Come." Floshem then took Ulfric's wrist and made his way to the secret entrance to the nord's surprise. Ulfric knew the exact stone to push, but it never opened for him in all the times he tried. It was most likely touch sensitive to Floshem only. No wonder the elf had little trouble leaving him alone and unbound.
The nord's muscled legs were still unsteady from all the intercourse. The reddening of Ulfric's cheeks at the indignation of having to lean on the elf for support was obvious, but thankfully for him Floshem didn't notice. Or just didn't care. Either way, the two walked in an uncomfortable silence. It was the first time he got to see the outside of his room since his capture, so he made sure to take note of everything he saw.
Sadly though, the basement they were in was bare bones in many senses. Storage boxes in a couple corners as well as a few tables and chair beside the walls. There was a small walkway as they left Ulfric's room, short man-made walls of boxes, but that feature wasn't present anywhere else. There had to be more hidden doors, ones his men were behind. They just weren't as obvious as his.
The cold floor came in contact the nord's bare soles, so he tip-toed his way beside Floshem. The drugs in his system were still strong, making his nerves and pleasure receptors heighten and active. Ulfric had no idea how; they should have degraded in potency after some time. Did Floshem inject him before he wakes up every time for rut?
His throat bobbed.
The two men scaled up the stairs and into the main house. It wasn't extravagant - the opposite actually - much to the nord's shock. Altmer were a proud race after all. They loved to live in luxury and surround themselves in the finest the world can offer. Even commoners in the Summerset Isles were well-off compared to most in Tamriel.
But this house like any other nord's house, complete with fur rugs, a stone chimney, wooden furniture, and everything else.
Ulfric just couldn't help but voice himself. "This is... a nord's home."
"It's my house." FLoshem stated simply.
A glare was then sent up his way. "I don't believe it... You stole it, didn't you?"
The two stopped by the front door when Floshem regarded him. "Contrary to popular belief Jarl Ulfric, I am content with living like the rest of society."
"The rest of society doesn't sell other people like cattle." the nord hissed.
Floshem shrugged at the remark. "Merchants sell products for coin, I do the same. It's about what we sell that differs."
'What an evil, selfish, greedy, lecherous-' Ulfric calmed himself. There was no point in yelling when there was no one to listen.
His back hole quivered as Floshem's cum dripped down his thighs and to the floor. The captive felt so dirty. He never realized until now he was in desperate need of bath. Especially after all the fucking they were doing.
His mind turned from his abuse to the sound of Floshem opening the front door. The two were presented with an open cavern in the middle of a cave. The nordic house was positioned a little off the middle of a grassy and soil floor. In front of the house were a couple of gardens, most likely to harvest ingredients for the elf's alchemic endeavors. Rock walls surrounded the wide area and were illuminated with torches. Ulfric saw a few passages with torches by them.
'One of them has to be the entrance out of here...'
He had three options from the looks of it, but all three looked the same, so he was hesitant about picking one at random. In his agitated, weakened state, a mudcrab can do him in if he wasn't careful.
"Come on."
The elf didn't bring him anywhere near those passageways, however. They descended the steps, the soul and grass ticking Ulfric's sensitive soles before they took a left and saw another pathway. The two walked, Ulfric's dread - or anticipation - piling.
It did not escape the rebel's notice that the floor they were walking on became more smooth and heated. Not painfully so, but enough for Ulfric to suspect something interesting was ahead. The air gradually became hotter and moist. It was light at first, but the water vapor that came from their destination made itself more apparent.
They finally came to an open, dome-like space a bit larger than Ulfric's cell. What the nord first noticed was the steaming hot bodies of water. There were two pools, one larger than the other. One was situated on the side in the form of a misshaped half circle with a radius of Ulfric's full height while the largest was at the back of the room easily taking up a third of the floor.
By the smaller pool he saw an assortment of soaps and oils, their bottle designs looking foreign-made. Imported most likely.
"Quite the spot, yes? I found it one day and decided to make a house here. Quite the convenient place, if I do say so myself." Floshem said. Beside the entrance was a clothing rack where he went, finding the room too stifling for someone dressed for the cold. His captive hadn't noticed, too taken in by the scenery and air. It was humid and wet, but far better than the discomforting chill of his room. His mind had grown too used to it; this change was certainly appreciated.
Not that he was gonna say it to the elf.
When Ulfric inevitably turned to Floshem, he gaped like an breathless fish.
The altmer was bare in all his glory. Not an inch of his light golden skin was covered as he stood without embarrassment in front of the equally naked Ulfric Stormcloak.
The jarl's mind was not quite so steady.
'He... He's more conditioned than I thought.' He swallowed his spit at the sight. Indeed, the elf was toned despite his lean stature. Not as broad as himself and most nords, but he can see how he was able outpace Erik upon first encounter. Yet again this elf proved himself a peculiarity amongst his kind, or at least the elves Ulfric had met. Elven races tended to be more slender and graceful, not as built as most but made up for it in speed, efficiency, and most notably range or magic.
Floshem looked as if he had that and strength in spades.
But the degree of pain he could inflict was not the first thought that came to him. It was how his muscles moved and looked that captivated the jarl of Windhelm. He had no clue how he trained, but it definitely showed. 'Could he... carry me?' another, more rejected part of him suggested. Oh, the possibilities. As if Ulfric wasn't feeling powerless already, if the elf demonstrated physical feats like carrying him while while fucking, he wasn't sure his pride could manage.
In all the times Floshem forced himself on him, Ulfric was laid or bent over some surface. The thought of being manhandled without a thought to his own being was...
Well, it made his heart race.
His member was thankfully flaccid, which was also a shocker to see. It was always hard before him, Ulfric thought with a blush. In one had he had a caramel-colored wash cloth and he walked to the side of the smaller pool. "Kneel here."
Ulfric glared, his humiliation piling, but so was his ire. "I can wash myself, elf. I am no child."
"Last I checked, I care little for what you want."
Ulfric wanted to strangle him so bad, but relented to the elf's command. He knelt beside the smaller pool, the steam whipping his tender flesh. He bit his bottom lip, angry that that mere water vapor can make him curl with desire. He faced the wall, away from Floshem.
When the altemr came behind him, the captive did his best to block him out, and perhaps imagine it was a darling nordic woman washing his lock. The illusion broke three seconds in when the elf's limpness brushed against his head and hair.
Hands wet and lathered, Floshem began the task of washing Ulfric's blonde hair with diligence as the nord himself brewed in anger and embarrassment. It was like he was some pet, which, he supposed he was to Floshem. Maybe that's why he took him here; no one liked to lay with a dirty, semen-covered being.
While long, Ulfric's hair didn't present a problem to cover. He should be grateful, Floshem thought. These soaps weren't cheap; imported and made by revered soapmakers, these were some of the Summerset Isles most famous products to the world.
'I don't think he'd like me mentioning that.' Floshem then pondered. 'He has a hard spot for my people given his history. I would make sense why he wouldn't want to smell like them as well.'
The altmer kept the comment to himself in the end. Best not make his toy too angry.
With no warning, Floshem then grabbed his soft cock an perched it on Ulfric's shoulder. The nord flinched, looking quickly at it before Floshem pulled his hair. Not hard, but a warning nonetheless. "Stay still. It would be counter-productive to dispense more seed on your body while I am cleaning you, yes?"
The rebel leader was... grateful. The thought came accompanied with twinge of disappointment though. There was some disgust layered beneath that he was ready to suck the elf off, but Ulfric rationalized it. 'Its just the drugs. They're affecting my body and needs. Nothing more.' This he understood since the first day, but he had to keep telling himself he wasn't complacent; his body was, but his mind and soul were not.
It didn't help his case since his abuser was one heck of a specimen compared to most of his kind.
His eyes glanced at his shoulder where the flaccid member laid.
'In more ways than one...' he thought, unaware his tongue was wetting his lips.
Ulfric knelt in silence was his head was soaped. "Stand." Floshem then commanded. The order was completed as Ulfric stood at his full height. He was broad human, broader than most elves and Floshem, but his verticality was made more evident when his head couldn't even touch the elf's chin. The altmer pressed closer to him, his cock against Ulfric's lower back.
The nord's heart raced faster. It was subtle, almost nonexistent, but he felt Floshem begin to harden as his cock rubbed against his sweaty backside.
Floshem crouched, grabbed the wash cloth and lathered it until soap bubbled across the soft, bristly surface. And in a sudden act of roughness, he grabbed Ulfric by the waist and took a bite of his white butt cheek.
Ulfric didn't know if he felt more stinging pain than contrite want at the act. "UGH!" he moaned through clamped teeth and leaned on the forward wall palms first.
His breathing quickened when Floshem then gently grasped his cock and gave him a couple pumps, covering his rod in suds and making his body betray him. "Hmmm... You seem to be enjoying this."
"You... make my skin crawl..."
"I agree." Floshem then stood back up.
The nord scowled and went to ask what he meant when a pained gasp escaped him. His eyes bulged when Floshem pushed his tremendous cock back inside him in one push. It was harsh as it left the Stormcloak's leader winded and stinging. There had to have been some leftover lubricant and seed in him for Floshem to slide in, but some must have dripped out, causing his current strained state. Goosebumps painted over his skin, the steam within the hot spring worsening his condition; his head felt weightless and was on the verge of collapse.
Floshem, unfortunately, had other plans. With the foaming wash cloth, he then began covering Ulfric's upper body in soap, his mind reawakening and sighing at the gentle treatment despite the hard cock in his ass - a cock that remained still as Floshem cleaned him.
Ulfric continued stewing in a mix of pain and pleasure, silently wishing the elf would at least grind a few inches. His walls wrapped around the meat possessively, not wanting it to leave. They alternated between tight and loose - as they possibly can given Floshem's girth. The cleaning was even less appreciated as the soft bristles of the cloth brushed his skin, firing more passion into his system than he wanted.
'Ugh... Damn you elf for this torture!' his mind screamed. 'Move... just get it over with and move...!'
"You seem tense. I'm almost done lathering your top. Stay patient." It wasn't hard for the altmer to guess his captive's mental state; try as he might to silence his needy voice, his body was trembling. When he came to his arms, Floshem had to grab them to clean, but it left Ulfric without a support and his legs trembled to hold himself upright. He proceeded to scrub them with soap and allowed Ulfric their release.
After a slow rub down of the nord's chiseled back, Floshem looked him over to see if he missed any spots. Given that he was behind Ulfric, he didn't quite see if he covered all of his chest, but the arms, back, and waist were certainly foaming.
He supposed he'll just have to turn him around.
The altmer reared his waist back without warning, his cock slipping out completely and startling Ulfric, forcing him to his knees. His knees smacked painfully against the stone, but that all but left his mind when Floshem then pulled his left leg, causing the rest of his body to hit the ground before his vision spun as the elf flipped him on his back.
The soap on his body made the process smoother, but no less rough. The last part made Ulfric slightly arch his back off the floor. It profoundly confused him as to why his body was reacting positively to what what most would consider aggressive and harsh.
An elven cock filled him before he got his barrings back. A needful moan left his lips. He tried to shut Floshem out, but his closed eyes only took his vision away. If anything it made the sensations feel even better - or worse in Ulfric's viewpoint. His legs were hoisted up slowly as Floshem washed and soaped his feet and legs in their entirety.
Too through if Ulfric had a say. He cringed and curled his toes as the elf took a disturbingly and torturously long time making sure every crevice was covered in imported soap. His legs were squeezed and groped of their strength until he came to his hips and started again with the other limb. After both were lathered, Floshem gathered and laid them on his shoulders.
Too weak to do anything, Ulfric just laid there just taking it. He can feel the drugs working their magic, rendering the breathe out of him.
"AAH!... No... Don't...!"
"Hmm?"
Ulfric's hand shot to Floshem's as one hand fully gripped his nordic cock. They could only hold on as his captor started a languid pace up his length, covering the member in soap.
"I'm only cleaning you, Ulfric." Shock ran up the slave's spine when Floshem gripped him harder. "Why? Do you wish to be dirty again?"
With slow, calculated movement, the light golden hand flowed up and down in stark contrast to the angry red of Ulfric's cock. The slave tried to put up a fight against his tormentor, but it only pushed the elf to drive him further and further down the ravine welling inside him. What shamed Ulfric was that the elf wasn't hurting him; the opposite, to his great displeasure. The grip was tight, but he wasn't strangling his manhood. It was a firm handjob, like the ones he received before his capture.
If it wasn't for the elf's masculine and sexy voice, Ulfric could imagine himself with a woman in his bed next to a cozy fire, feasting on wild game he had hunted.
But instead he was an male elf's plaything, suffocating in the bastard's hot spring.
Floshem's thumb pressed against Ulfric's slit, causing a strained groan to leave his lips. He rubbed the head in its entirety, slowing running his thumb over the swollen red head. Ulfric continued to plead for him to stop, but he had no power over the elf. He was untethered; he couldn't even hide his face in a pillow or grasp sheets. His struggling hands were a farce. They had no power to even move a finger.
'I'm cumming! NO! Please stop...!' His eyes rolled to the back of his skull as his cock twitched, his seed about to expel.
But then Floshem's hand parted.
It was in that moment did Ulfric realize he was arching himself off the ground in excitement for his orgasm. He went down with a slump, his soapy body, sliding across the smooth stone. He stared at the elf with widen eyes, heaving each breath out his body.
Floshem was staring at his hand, the one he used to jack Ulfric with. His and the jarl's eyes made contact, and licked his palm clean of pre-cum. Not once did he look away; his eyes burrowed into Ulfric's soul. With one last lick around his middle finger, he pulled his cock out of Ulfric and stood back up to fetch a bucket beside the clothes rack.
The nord continued to ogle him, unaware his member leaked a pearl of pre-cum as he thought back to Floshem's self-cleaning.
The next couples minutes were of relative peace as Floshem rinsed off Ulfric's body. The nord left unsaid gratitude when Floshem actively avoided his cock. He was sure just a couple more strokes would've done him in. He didn't want to feel that way around the elf; the humiliation was too much.
But his hands balled as his groin tingled with persistence, demanding gratification. Being denied of it bloomed unwanted desires in Ulfric, which he tried to stomp out indiscriminately.
'Damn this elf...' He swallowed his spit to wet his dry throat. 'Does he just like seeing people in torment? Why can't he just kill me already?!' He didn't want to die. He left so many things unfinished. But living another day of this life was worse than entering Sovngarde prematurely.
The nord was then hoisted to his feet along with Floshem. The captor began leading Ulfric to the larger pool. "Soak in there." Floshem directed. Ulfric looked at him before dipping a toe in. It was hot, but not overtly so. His current state made him sigh at the tingling sensation the waters gave. He placed his whole foot in, finding that there were pseudo-steps underneath the water's surface.
Ulfric lowered his bottom, sitting on the first step and leaning against the rocky back. The pool and water were deep; just sitting where he was had the water in the middle of his pecs. The steam covered him, laboring his breathing, but the water felt good. It calmed his body and mind when they were at their most stressed.
"The water is filled with minerals good for the skin and muscles." Floshem interjected. Hearing his voice made Ulfric nervous once more, but the water did wonders to buffer the feeling.
Water ripples bounced against his side and he saw the altmer settle to his left. Because of his height, the water was below his chest.
Ulfric couldn't help but look. It was because of this situation he found out he saw men as potential partners, and he hated that he saw Floshem as such. He was just so different compared to most men. The way his body was shaped in contrast to his race, his overall demeanor, the power he exuded...
It made Ulfric crumble on the inside. He was a man who could command hundreds of soldier against an onslaught of enemy forces, yet a nicely muscular elf made him tremble?
If only he had the resolve to drown himself. It was only through death could he rid himself of this indignity.
His eyes wandered down, and stopped. Poking beneath the water's surface was Floshem hard and ready cock. His back door fluttered. His cock was hurting from from being denied its climax. Maybe humming around his cock would encourage-
'Damn it all...!' This was exactly what Floshem wanted - submitting in both his mind and body. Why was the flesh so weak, so easy to bend when another touched you in such a delicious way? Ulfric was wanting to be pounded so bad, he was sure even the drugs were to blame.
"You're staring at me." Floshem might've smirked had it been part of his demeanor. Alas, he relaxed himself and settled his back like Ulfric, his hands beside him and his member poking shamelessly through the mineral water. "Are you unsatisfied?"
"I want to leave."
"Of course you do." The added shrug pulled Ulfric's attention away, but he flinched when Floshem softly grabbed his right wrist. The destination was expected. He tried to pull away, but when his knuckles came in contact with the hard flesh, he found himself grasping it not a second later.
By the divine, his thumb and fingers barely touched. How was he able to take him every time? The fact that he can held unpalpable connotations. As did the welling want to suck him off and feel another another load stain his mouth.
Ulfric wetted his throat and lips. He looked away from Floshem, staring off distantly into the water as his hand flowed up and down the shaft. Water bounced as his hand submerged itself to pump the entire length. He wished he had no feeling in that hand, just so that he can have a moments peace from his cruel reality.
Floshem then stood. Ulfric thought he would be granted clemency, but when he stood in front of him, his cock standing proudly, he remembered who his captor was. The altmer thrusted his hips forward and Ulfric acquiesced. His mouth greeted the head with a kiss like that of lover, and gagged on him like the dirtiest courtesan.
Ulfric could barelt recognize himself. If it wasn't for the drugs, he could take the elf on, but that was only assuming the elf would play fair. He didn't even try taunting that aspect of him; the elf cared little of honor or fairness, so it would wield little in the end.
Half of the cock was saliva-bathed as Ulfric pumped it with his mouth and tongue. He had learned early in his enslavement twisting ones' head as they went down ensured maximum pleasure for the man, a lesson he demonstrated everyday. He was grateful, however; Floshem seemed content to let him control how much he took in. At least he wouldn't have to worry about a sore throat later.
'Just shoot it already...' The precum was bitter as always, and he hated how familiar he became to its taste - and how much he wanted it. This was wrong! He shouldn't want any of this, but his body loved Floshem's treatment. Deep down, even if Ulfric would take it to his grave, he loved the submission. His enthrallment enthralled him. He wanted to escape with his men in tow, but he also wanted to choke on the elf's godly cock and feel another creaming up his butt.
The moral darkness of their relationship made Ulfric's head swim. He needed a distraction, lest he lose his soul. Pulling another man's member into his throat seemed the most logical. At the time.
But he couldn't even get lost in the brew of discomfort and pleasure of it when Floshem decided enough was enough and pulled out. "Turn around." With a bob of his head, he gulped and turned. The front of his thighs touched the back as he leaned forward, forearms resting on the ground. The water encased his lower legs, still bathing Ulfric contradicting emotions.
Floshem watched the rise and fall of the jarl's back. He settled behind him, palms roaming over the curves of his muscles. Ulfric's breathing was labored, but he cried out when Floshem moved and pinched both his nipples. He then twisted and made the nord squirm where he laid.
"You... sadistic bastard..."
"Tell me what you want."
Ulfric closed his mouth shut, suddenly anxious about the sound of it. He grunted through his teeth when he felt a cock head press against his hole without penetrating. It still eluded him how the elf could take full command of the situation, moving with the utmost precision and measured control. He did not detect any hint of haste - the elf wanted to humiliate him, and it did not come at the price of his pride.
"I. Want. To leave." he gritted out. "AH!" The cock head slid inside, erasing whatever spirit Ulfric had mustered.
They stayed like that for a time. Floshem's stillness might've convinced the rebel leader he was gone had it not been for the invading member inside him. It was agonizing; he had grown so used to Floshem having his way with him that his body prepared itself for him. He was expected at least moderate movement, but with a stillness rivaling that of a statue and an asshole gaping and ready, Ulfirc couldn't help but push himself down, just to feel it scrape against his walls.
"No no." A firm hand on his waist stopped him. "You still have not stated what you want."
"DAMN YOU ELF! I'd cross to Oblivion than utter such filth to you!" Ulfric bellowed. It took more than he thought out of him as he was left winded from his outburst. What pity, he lamented. His voice was used to inspire hundred, bellow ancient shouts at his enemies, yet now all it could muster was one shout before needing a rest. Skyrim's people would laugh and shame him if they knew.
He mewled like a virgin when Floshem pushed an extra inch. The hand on his person left as Floshem rested both hands on the floor. He did not even shake with lust as he bent down, face between Ulfric's shoulder and neck, and bit him. A startled moan left his lips, unconsciously thrusting down to Floshem's base. The sudden spike of pain from penetration forced Ulfric to flinch, but it also made him start moving forward and back on his captor's cock.
"NOOO...! Release me this instant..." he moaned shamelessly, bottoming out his ass at a mild pace. Floshem's mouth did not let go and followed his movements perfectly. He sunk his teeth harder into the leader's flesh and licked. Ulfric sped up the ass-fucking, practically slapping his butt against Floshem. He moaned for him to stop, to slow down, even bargains he knew he used beforehand, but Ulfric couldn't stop himself.
His body wouldn't let him.
Every time the elf's balls slapped his own pair, the thread within the nord was pulled, straining to keep together. It was almost painful. And every time his cock slapped his stomach with each forward motion screwed with his sense of self and resolve.
"AH...AH... AH!"
He was cumming before he knew it, taking Ulfric by surprise. Ropes of his seed flew out of his stiff cock and into the hot spring waters. Yet he did not stop his body. Even as he spilled his seed, he kept plunging Floshem's cock in and out. Salty tears brimmed in his eyes as he felt himself lose to some elf's special anatomy. How his forefathers would pity him...
"NOO... Stop it...! Please..." Ulfric kept begging in his moans. Either he was unaware of the lose of autonomy in his body or not wasn't known, but the way he kept pushing himself despite calling for a finish was a ravishing in Floshem's eyes. He was his no matter what Ulfric thought. Even if he found a way to emancipate himself and his soldiers, his body would forever remember Floshem - the altmer who made him his whore.
'This experiment was doubtlessly worth the risk.' Floshem thought, proud at himself for thinking it.
Ulfric's forehead touched the smooth stone as he continued punishing his asshole. He could already feel another load ready to shoot out his overworked urethra, but his control over his facilities had escaped him. At this rate, he was gonna pass out again.
"AAH!" He came to a halt when Floshem lifted himself and and grabbed his waist. His cock was still lodged balls-deep and made Ulfric's toes curl. He could feel precum drip to his thighs. Floshem then exited him, but dragged himself out slowly, taking in Ulfric's quickened gasps.
The elven cock jumped when it was fully freed. The altmer captor walked to Ulfric's side and climbed out of the pool. He then laid down on the slippery stone floor, his cock standing proudly and glimmering in slimey moisture. Floshem's hands came to rest underneath his head and he turned to address Ulfric.
"Mount me."
The two simple words echoed in the jarl's mind, conceiving more dread and disgust. In his three days here as the elf's plaything, he had been subjected to a near total loss of his freedoms. His body was tainted, and his mind was following close behind. He was given no ability to fight back; even now he couldn't so much as land a punch on Floshem.
But now he was given more autonomy for the first time in days, and what did the elf demand of him? To willingly enslave himself to monstrous lust. It sickened and insulted the proud nord. He wanted to beat the man over the head, but the best he could do was a slap that would at most annoy a child.
Ulfric remained in his bent over position, ass up high and glaring absolute murder towards Floshem. He used to fell disobedient soldiers with the same look, but his current circumstances rendered it pathetic. He gritted his teeth at him, but the nord didn't know if it was because he felt insulted at the command or frustrated his next orgasm was denied.
The altmer stopped looking at Ulfric, casting his eyes elsewhere. Half-lidded like they were in wanting, but Ulfric knew better: he was waiting for him to start. The psychopath was so bold and so bored he began stroking himself in a languid fashion.
Worst part was that Ulfirc didn't know what to think of it. Was he so confident he could fight him off that he can act like this? Was he so sure Ulfric's lust would overpower his sense of reason? Did he think showing off his cock like this would make him lose his mind? Or was he sure his loyalty to his kinsmen would overpower his pride?
Apparently he was taking too long for Floshem's standards and his body was instantly levitated off the floor. He gasped and saw the altmer swirling his free hand until Ulfric was softly placed atop of him.
Weakened arms had no choice resting their palms on the the elf's flat and solid chest. 'By the divine...' Those pecs were not for show. Another gasp departed from Ulfric's mouth as Floshem's hands grabbed his butt cheeks and sandwiched them around his hard cock. The nord felt the shaft rub against his moisten hole. His body trembled and quiet muttering and curses flowed out Ulfric's mouth.
"Mount me." repeated the altmer.
Ulfric's eyes were closed, so he couldn't see the light blush on Floshem's face; the sight of him on top was simply dazzling. The elf squeezed his bottom harder, drawing another trembling breathe. Like always, he studied his blonde captive. He took in how absolutely weakened he was, but despite that he was still upright. The hands on his chest flexed as if trying to squeeze him. There was a light sting when his nailed raked him as he drew his hands into fists.
The rebel's eyes opened into slits. Steam and sweat wetted his body and hair, turning this once mighty bear into a soggy puppy. Despite that he had a look that could kill. His left hand moved up and clamped over Floshem's neck. His was not as muscled or thick as Ulfric's, allowing the palm to cover more skin.
"Do it then." Floshem whispered.
Yet again, Ulfric couldn't read him. It was either he wanted him to choke him or he knew it was only an impulsive reaction to save his shambled pride. It wouldn't amount to much, the choking. Forming a simple fist had his hands shaky with a feeble grip. Even now, even when trying to administer the most pain, the most Ulfric could do was lightly pressing skin, barely closing arteries.
Floshem's observation were true; he was weak. He couldn't oppose Floshem at his best, and it stung like a blade in the gut. His comrades were probably wondering where he was. At best he could hope that they find Floshem's home because a self-rescue was looking dimmer and dimmer with every passing second.
When the hand barely fazed him, Floshem detached it from his neck and placed it back on his chest. With his cock still between the nord's lower cheeks, he began to grind upwards, sliding his length up and down. Ulfric's glare simmered as he let out open-mouthed pants. The need to be filled once more was coming back full force, and the blonde was unsure if he could fight it off.
"Stop it...!" When he tried to escape the straddle, Floshem only held him tighter. "NO!" he then yelled when Floshem grabbed his harden cock and began stroking it like before. His pants now came from deep within himself. Ulfric could barely contain himself as he leaned back, his hands grabbing Floshem's knees as the elf bent them. His face angled away from Floshem, his eyes closed as he panted towards the ceiling.
"Mount me" the elf said once more.
"Please... stop this... Just-Just kill me already..." he mewled, his tone betraying his message. His pride was stabbed once more at the plead. "You already took everything from me... you... you don't need me...URGH!" his balls tightened. The combined effort of the stroking on his hole and cock was beating his control.
That's why it frustrated him when Floshem released his cock and returned his hand to Ulfric's hips. "That is where you are wrong, Ulfric Stormcloak." A hand came to the nord's manhood, but did not grab it. Instead he flicked his index finger harshly against the head, forcing a yelp out of Ulfric and a spurt of precum out the slit. "Because I will never be tired of you." His words had a better effect than he thought because the grip on his knees tightened. "Now... mount me."
He could've finished himself off. it wouldn't have taken too much effort with the state he was in. Just one hand, a few good strokes, and he'd cum on the elf's body. But those eyes - the same eyes that looked down on him as he was humiliated to Oblivion - held promise. A vague one, either good or bad, but promised something should Ulfric take matters into his own hands. His cock trembled in denied pleasure...
And so did his ass.
He only realized he was hovering over Floshem's glorious member when the head impaled him. He was too late to stop gravity's nature. "AAAAHHH!" His bottom touched the hilt and he was off from there. Eyes still closed, he rode Floshem like it was his last day to be alive. The denials mounted and finally toppled him. Like the shameless sow he had become, he rode, twisted and grinded the cock in his ass. It scraped and poked every single delicious spot and some Floshem hadn't discovered before, all the while muttering and moaning out of mouth uncaring of its volume.
Floshem watched in raptured interest. He knew the nord was about to break, but for his advances to garner such a powerful response impressed him. Ulfric clearly held in his own lust, doing the bare minimum to please him while he did most of the work. Now it was his turn to take charge with the power generously given. And in the face of overwhelming and promising pleasure, he fell for it.
"AAH! Please!" Ulfric begged. His face was still looking at the ceiling, but from the way his throat constantly bobbed, he was nearly out of breathe. Impressive since the room was so humid and dense with steam. Floshem had initially thought he would pass out sometime during their rut, but yet again Ulfric Stormcloak went beyond expectations. "Let me go... You-You don't need to do this... I won't cross you - I VOW ON MY NAME- AAAHHH!"
The irony was thick. He pleaded to be free, yet he continued to grip his cock like a desperate and jealous lover.
Ulfric was so caught up in slamming on Floshem's cock that his orgasm caught him off guard. Despite feeling like his cock was solid and ready to implode on itself, his inevitable ejaculation was rather pathetic. His cum spurted once and the rest dripped out onto the altmer's stomach. That didn't stop his movement however; if anything it made him go faster.
Floshem's cheeks shined a dull red at wanton whore before him. Ulfric still faced the ceiling though. Perhaps it was some form of unconscious defense against him? Perhaps. It would be fun though to see his face. 'A little coaxing is needed then.'
The nord's breathe was caught in his lungs when Floshme flicked his cock again, but did so repeatedly. Small doses of pain shot through him making him wail even louder. His other, unoccupied hand then reached his chest and pinched his erect nipple. Ulfric's stomach contracted as did his ass. He could already feel another wave of euphoria crash into him as did the accompanying shame.
But there was no time to acknowledge the latter as his tired cock sprayed its sad excuse of an ejaculation. Ulfric shook his head in refusal, but moaned his arousal all the same. "Cum... just cum... make it stop!" be begged then as he felt control over his body wane. He sweated from the fucking and the room, tired from the steam and unending feelings befalling him. Every bit of him was excited beyond belief and it assaulted his senses. He wanted to leave, or at least the hot spring, with his sanity in tact. "CUM INSIDE...!"
"Make me."
And so he did as he was commanded. Ulfric tightened his ass, but it only pained - and pleasured - him even further. His movements roughened as he desire to leave increased, as did the need to be filled. A part of him was aware of his serious involvement in his own humiliation and scolded him for it, but Ulfric couldn't care less. He needed an end. He didn't care if Floshem came in his ass, mouth or anywhere on his body. He just wanted to leave. And he wanted that scratch at the back of his mind scratched.
"Haaah... HAAAH... HAAAAAH!" His cock came once more, but he did not stop moving. His eyes opened, but it wasn't no different than keeping them closed. They were glazed over as pleasure and pain invaded him and dulled his mind.
That was why when Floshem finally came, it shocked Ulfric to his very core. So much so his strained cock leaked more seed. His body knew what Floshem liked after having been used so thoroughly so even when he did cum Ulfric continued impaling himself. "AH! AAH! AAAH!" Ropes of cum stained his insides, eliciting a louder moan after each. The gushing seed felt warmer than before, like magma. His body heated even further; he felt like he was being cooked alive.
And just like that, Ulfric began to slow. His body moved up and down on Floshem's cock until he gradually came to a halt and rested his bottom on Floshem's groin with his manhood still inside him. Even then his body wished for more as he grinded on the elf, quietly moaning as a simple scrape sent shivers down his spine. His eyes closed. He pushed off from Floshem's knees and onto his chest, his face laid sideways on his pecs. The touch of his skin was like skooma, and he took in the addicting effects of it.
The rest of him was limp. Floshem compared Ulfric to a dead fish as he rested on him. He wasn't bothered he collapsed. He was decently surprised he hadn't slipped off his cock as it continued to stay sheathed inside Ulfric's butt. He looked down, finding that the nord was still awake even after all that had happened. To be truthful, Floshem was beginning to feel fatigue; mostly from the stuffiness the room produced, but the intense intercourse did play into it as well.
From the way his breathe left him, Ulfric was at the brink of losing consciousness. Each puff was inhaled deeply before exhaled slowly. He was trying to gather his senses his back. While Floshem wasn't as tired, he did empathize with his captive's plight of wanting to leave.
Only... he was still hard. Perhaps one more round wouldn't hurt.
Casually, Floshem wrapped his arms around Ulfric's midriff and held him tightly. His knees scooted up and pushed against the back of Ulfric's thighs.
The widening the rebel leader's eyes marked his alarm. "Wait... Y-You said we would leave-"
"I never made such a promise." and with a roughness never before demonstrated, Floshem thrusted hard into Ulfric's ass, pressing deeply and battering his prostate like a battering ram.
"HHAAAAH!"
The nord's throaty voice did not match the volume of flesh slapping against flesh. Ulfric's movements did not come close to this level of ferocity and floored him to his core. He tried to push away, but the elf maintained a firm hold over his body- he was not going to leave without the elf's permission.
"N-Nooo... It t-Too much! Let me be!...AAAH... Please! PLEASE!"
He was ignored as always. Unbeknownst to Ulfric but known by Floshem, what little energy the nord had over his facilities were working against him as his ass bucked against his thrusting, amplifying the feeling for the both of them. Not even his free hands were pushing anymore, now resting on Floshem's shoulders as he attempted to ride out the intesnity.
Floshem punched back into Ulfric and grunted when the hole tightened. He looked down and saw his captive's face sideways and drooling, his mind gone and body fully attending to Floshem's desires. His grip on his waist was freed as he grasped his butt cheeks. With little regard to Ulfric's health, he began to show off the muscle power he did posses by lifting his hips and slamming them back on his groin.
Life returned to Ulfric as it felt like his insides were speared. Every thrust left him out of breathe and heaving. Each smack of flesh was wet from water and Floshem's previous seeding. His shock and need were no longer vocalized as loudly as before; his lungs and throat were too battered to do so. A soft gasping was all that left his mouth. He didn't even move his head, as if all energy and feeling was in his ass. He stared at a stone wall like a dead fish, but his vision moved up and down as his body did.
"Please... end this... I want to rest... I want to leave!" His voice sounded so raw from emotion that Floshem had thought it was Ulfric's body that was doing the talking; his inner fears, his newfound pleasure, his mounting anxiety, all of it. Had he broken him already? No, that couldn't be. He was begging for him to stop, not continue.
"How do you want me to end this?" Floshem's velvety voiced inquired almost innocently.
The rebel's remaining consciousness made him squeeze his eyes shut. "Cum... Cum deep inside me... I don't care, just dump your seed...!"
'Then you know what you must do, don't you?"
Ulfric acted without a second thought as he tightened his hole around the elven cock so hard, it almost hurt. The pain quickly bled into a scorching hot need for completion. His face contorted as his eyelids opened, but his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Shameless moans left his mouth quicker than he could take breathe. It made him lightheaded as he came all over Floshem's stomach, pained and gratified as his seed left him.
The elf also appreciated his efforts as the muscles in his arms tightened as he fucked Ulfric so rough he could bleed. But Ulfric wasn't aware nor cared. His ass picked up the violent twitching inside him, telling him Flsohem was about to spill another load. He continued contracting his hole for him as masochistic pleasure invaded his mind completely.
Despite being so in tuned with his body and the moment, Ulfric made no sound when Floshem grunted and came buckets inside him. The explosion was startling enough to warrant silence. It shot like an arrow and impacted just as hard. The nord felt every rope stab his insides, and it made him quiver with each. He was almost convinced Floshem had painted his entire guts white.
The large cock wasn't even softening. It should've scared Ulfric; the thought of more pounding, more seeding, more of him. But it didn't. He did not want to know the implications of that thought. Perhaps he didn't need to - at least for now - as the exhaustion of intercourse in a humid and steaming room had caught up to him finally. His once alive and addled eyes drifted to sleep and his limbs slackened even more than they were originally. His features returned to normal, even when he was fully aware of the still hard member inside him.
He could only pray to Talos the elf would have mercy with his body.
Floshem came down from his high and noticed Ulfric was knocked out cold. Well, not cold seeing where they were. His member was still active as always, but seeing as his captive exceeded expectations once again, he allowed his rest time.
Content to lay there, Floshem stared at the ceiling in thought.
His time with the nord was progressing swimmingly. He was cooperative, but that was only through threat to his soldiers. Floshem would admit he was not above using such tactics, but he wanted to see how far he could go. Ulfric was practically his already, only that his mind was still his own. If he could attain that, this venture would be deemed a complete success.
Oh, the irony of it would also amuse him: the proud, stalwart jarl of Solitude. agonizing thorn of the Empire, and figurehead of hate to mer was and altmer's slave. 'If Skyrim knew what I know, he would never live it down-'
...Wait.
Ah... yes, that would do nicely.
'I have a couple contacts with the Thieves Guild and some Bandit groups to commence this. Perhaps the Orc Strongholds have promising participants as well. It would also be intriguing to invite some anti-Stormcloak nords.'
Speaking of nords, a search and rescue party should be prowling about around now that he thought about it. It wasn't difficult not to; his base was hidden deep inside a cave system with numerous traps only he could walk through. And even if some poor unfortunate adventurer or party were to find his lovely abode, it wasn't like they would prove a match against him; his magical skills and physical strength was enough to overpower most.
Unless they were the Dragonborn, in which case a tactical retreat was necessary; he liked his slave, but he wasn't gonna die for him.
Back to the matter at hand, a band of Stormcloaks should be out there right now, searching for their absent leader. They must be a chicken without its head with Ulfric out of the picture. Floshem gave them at most a year until the rebellion would fall should Ulfric continue his stay here. Then again, the thought of turning their leader into a lost martyr might actually push them to fighter harder.
There was promise there, should Floshem decide to do anything other than kill them.
Hmmm... yes, that would also do nicely.