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The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim - Hope	By : HeroOfStuds Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 2016 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2 - Breaking in the Unbroken

“Legends don’t burn down villages.”

“With me, prisoner, let’s go!”

“Ralof! You damned traitor. Out of my way!”

“We’re escaping, Hadvar. You’re not stopping us this time!”

My axe sunk into the Imperial captain’s neck, the same exact one who had been so eager to see me die. I watched the light leave her eyes… I killed her.

I killed somebody.

“Hey, you alright there, Ulrich?” Ralof patted me on the shoulder, snapping me out of my stupor. It was over. We’d escaped. “...it’s hard, I know. The first time, I mean. But… you get used to it.”

I gave him a small nod. “Yeah… I’m alright. I’ll be okay.” The last few hours felt like they’d all happened in an instant. We were just outside Riverwood, Ralof’s home. I still couldn’t believe it: a dragon. Had it meant to save me? Was this Akatosh’s answer to my prayer? Or was it just pure luck that a dragon of all things showed up when it did? More than that… I’d killed somebody. I don’t know what I’d expected, but… I’d done it. On top of that, I was wearing the armor of one of Ralof’s dead comrades. The chainmail was a little loose on me, as it was built for somebody with a larger gut, but at least it fit snugly around my upper chest. It felt a little bit off, wrong. I felt dirty.

I shook the thoughts away. It wasn’t the time. We needed to find some shelter; Ralof mentioned when we’d escaped that Imperials were likely to be all over soon enough, and I was certain he was right.

Finally we walked through the gates of the village. I heard a rather cantankerous looking old woman calling for her son… she had seen the dragon. It didn’t seem like he or anybody else was paying her any mind, though. Ralof seemed to know exactly where he was going, and some of the locals were giving us strange looks. He’d grown up here; surely they recognized him, and I was sure our dirty, bloodstained clothes weren’t helping us to blend in at all either. We passed by a stout looking Bosmer and our eyes met for a moment, but he just gave me a small nod of greeting and continued on his way.

“Gerdur!”
“Ralof, is that you?!”
It was a touching reunion. The siblings embraced, and the sister looked me up and down with curiosity. “Who’s this? One of your comrades? How are you? We’d hea-”

“Gerdur, Gerdur, I’m fine, we’re fine. We need to talk… in private.” She gave a look of understanding and took us to a private little clearing nearby where we launched into detail about everything. Ralof and I alternated between telling parts of what had happened. Gerdur’s husband, a big brute of a man named Hod with kind but rather dull looking eyes, showed up and watched with keen interest.

I was anxious; I was an outsider in these lands. I wasn’t one for stage fright, but I could feel everybody’s eyes on me whenever I spoke, scrutinizing me, looking for any peculiarities they weren’t accustomed to. I felt as if the rest of the townsfolk were watching from afar, spying on us, waiting for an opportunity to tell the Imperials we were there…

“Ulrich. Ulrich?”

“Huh?!” I snapped out of my nervous stupor to see Gerdur, Hod, and Ralof staring at me. “I’m sorry, what’s that?”

The woman gave me an even, patient, understanding look. “It’s alright, dear. You’ve been through a lot today, yes?” She walked over and gave me a pat on the arm. “Come - we’ll go to my house. We’ll make you some supper, you can rest up for the night. And then... “ She trailed off. “I know it is a lot to ask of you, but we need to send word to the Jarl, in Whiterun. Jarl Balgruuf is a good Nord; he’ll know what to do. Ralof can’t go; he’s known in the hold as a Stormcloak. But you… the Empire might be looking for you, but Balgruuf is no pawn. We hold our own laws in this land, and I doubt the Imperials would be looking for you here, anyway.” She gives a nod of affirmation, as if agreeing to what she herself was saying.

Chewing on my cheeks, I gave a curt nod. “Of course! That’s not a problem, completely understandable.” Oh, gods, what was I saying? I barely knew these people. “I assume I just need to follow the road, right?” I gave a toothy smile, but I remember I was absolutely panicking on the inside. What if the Jarl DID have me arrested? No, no. I doubt he’d even know about me. What if there were Imperials along the road? I could pass off as somebody else. I could do it… yeah. “After I get some food and rest, of course!” I gave her a reassuring wink. My panic had already subsided for the most part, at least, but a level of unease still lay in the back of my head.

Ralof gave a sigh of relief, and together they all nodded and smiled. My one time companion stood up and wrapped me in a hug. “You have our thanks, friend. For all we know, the fate of all Skyrim could be at stake!” He gave me a hearty pat on the back before pulling away. “Now, come. Let us eat!”

*****

Gerdur treated Ralof and I to a feast and even allowed me to sleep in her bed that night. The next day, Hod took me over to Alvor, the village blacksmith, and purchased some new leathers for me to wear. They weren’t the nicest, but at least they fit better than the armor I’d taken off the dead Stormcloak. I had quite forgotten his name, which I felt bad about, but there was nothing to be done about it, then. I had said my goodbyes to Ralof and Gerdur. It was time for me to be on my way.

Hod walked me to the edge of town, just to the bridge that crossed the river running through it. He gave me an awkward wave goodbye. “Uh… good luck. Thank you for helping Ralof. Uhh… farewell.” Without waiting for my response he stalked back to his home. I watched him for a few seconds before turning with a smile, shaking my head at the stiff farewell, and crossed over the bridge. The journey was pleasant; for the first time since I had been captured, I had a few moments of peace, quiet, solace.The fresh scent of pine and wild flowers filled my nose The chirping of birds singing filled the air, mingling with the sound of the running water of the river. Salmon jumped along the river, flowers of dozens of different shades were scattered along the side of the road. The valley Riverwood was located in opened up after some minutes, and I got my first sight of the rolling hills of Whiterun hold that I’d read about in books. Skyrim was beautiful when I had the opportunity to travel in it without the adrenaline of being hunted in the back of my head.

As I got closer to the city, I began to see the appeal. The stone walls may have been in disrepair, but the place looked majestic the way it sat on its hill overlooking the valley. There were a few guards patrolling the roads, but they paid me no mind; it wasn’t long before I crossed the bridge over a creek longing perpendicular to Riverwood’s river and approached the city’s stables. There was a man outside speaking with a heavily armoured Nordess with light brown hair and a massive sword on her back; the armor did more than a little to accentuate her curves. They were speaking of some gossip or other, and as I passed by, my eyes met with her. She was older than me at least ten years and her face was heavily scarred - those did little to mar her beauty, though. I couldn’t help myself from smirking and shot a wink her way, which got a smirk in return as she rolled her eyes.

I continued on up the hill and approached the gate; a few guards stood by, and one walked up to me as I drew near. “Halt: city’s closed with the dragons about.” I could see his beady eyes underneath his helmet and he gave me a suspicious look.

“That’s why I’m here. Gerdur sent me, from Riverwood. I have news from Hel-”

I was cut off by the guard’s laugh. “Hah. Do you think we don’t know about that? Ulfric Stormcloak was about to get executed and the beast swooped in, didn’t it? Come now, outsider. The Imperials already warned us. Now, I don’t know who you are, but like I said, the ci-”

It was his turn to be cut off then was I heard a woman’s voice behind me call out, “Gunjar! What’s the deal with harassing this man? Are you going to stop me from coming in, too?” The woman I’d met eyes with before walked up next to me and shot me a wink. “Come on. Let us in. I promise I’ll keep an eye on him.”

The guard lifted his helmet slightly to scratch his chin. “I don’t know, Uthgerd… what if he’s a Stormcloak spy? They’ll have my head if the city gets infiltrated on my watch!”

Uthgerd gave me a hearty - and painful because of her metal gauntlets - pat on the back. “Nonsense! I’m a strong Nord woman. If he’s a spy, I can take care of him myself! Hah! Besides, he looks like a real milk drinker, anyway, doesn’t he?”

I couldn’t help but frown at that. “Wh- hold on, wait just a minute, I’m no-” She cut me off with a friendly shrug.

The guard’s eyes darted between us both for a few moments before he shrugged and side. “Fine. As long as you keep an eye on him. Let us know if he does anything suspicious. And what’s your name, outsider?”

“Uhh… Ulrich.” It took all of my effort to not look nervous or suspicious.

“Uhh Ulrich. What a strange name, eh?” Uthgerd gave me a flick on the shoulder with a metal plated finger. “Come on, let’s go.”

Together we entered the city. The Nord strode along with a great deal of confidence. “So, Uhh Ulrich. You said you were sent from Riverwood, right?” She looked me up and down.

“Yeah, that’s right. But if the Jarl already knows what’s going on, I’m not so sure what to do, now.” Suddenly, it popped into my head, and I came to and abrupt stop. “Uthgerd. That’s what he called you. The guard at the gate, I mean. Do you know of any Bretons named ‘Aldric’ around here?”

She slowed to a stop and turned around to face me. “Mmm. I don’t know, Uhh Ulrich. Do I?” She shrugs. “I don’t know you, yet. You seemed interesting, that’s why I covered to let you in. But you need to earn information like that. That’s how we do it here in Skyrim. Tell you what, though. Let’s have a little fight. If I knock you to the ground, you owe me a hundred gold. If you knock me to the ground, I’ll tell you if I know anything.”

The prospect of a fight excited me. I gave her a confident smirk and nodded. “You’re on. But I’m not fighting you while you’re wearing plate armor. Deal?”

She gave a light laugh. “Deal. Come on, then. We’ll fight outside of my house.”

We passed by quite a few citizens and shops. The city was bustling with merchants and traders from afar, children playing in the streets. There were quite a few noticeably beautiful women. It was true what I’d heard… Skyrim was dangerous and beautiful, and so were her people. We also passed by a pretentious looking Redguard who seemed to have a permanent sneer on his face. He walked out of his way to approach me and say, “Get to the Cloud District very often? Oh, what am I saying. Of cour-”

“Nazeem, shut your horker mouth. Nobody cares.” Uthgerd pushed him out of the way which got a snicker from me, and we pushed on through the market and entered an open area behind it dotted with small wooden homes all around and approached one in particular. “Alright, Uhh Ulrich.”

I gave her a hearty pat on the back of my own. “It’s just Ulrich.”

“Hah! Alright, just Ulrich. I’ll head inside and dress down. You wait here.”

The wait was surprisingly short. I took off the leather armor I was wearing and just stood in some wool pants and a thick shirt Hod had given me to wear. I had been leaning against the side of her house for just a minute when she emerged in a loose white tunic and tight brown trousers. The shirt, despite its looseness, did little to hide her buxumous breasts. I tried my hardest not to stare at them as I gave her a nod and a wink. “Ready to have your hide tanned, Uthgerd?”

She grinned and gestured to stand a bit further from the house. “I’m gonna knock you to the ground, Breton.”

We both squared up just a few feet apart. A few silence moment passed with our eyes locked, waiting, until it was broken by me saying, “So, who goes first? You first, me fir-” I was cut off as she swung at me with a left hook. I barely had time to bring up my arm to block it before she followed through with an uppercut with her right. Her fist landed with a solid thump against my jaw and I staggered back a few steps. I felt my teeth chattering and my head was spinning slightly from the blow; I wasn’t expecting that much speed from her. “Mm.”

She sneered at me. “Aww, already had enough, milk drin-” It was my time to cut her off now as I retaliated by feinting a right hook that was replaced by a light jab at her nose with my left. She groaned as my knuckles collided with her cheekbone. Not wanting to give her any ground, I tried to swing at her with my left once more, but she caught it, and, using my weight against me, pulled me into her right elbow. I grunted from the impact but ignored it, sweeping now with my legs to try and knock her off of her feet. This caught her off guard and she was knocked off balance, but caught herself before she could fall to the ground. She tried to grapple me and I attempted to disengage, but she used her weight to pull me into her. I head butt her and her our foreheads collided - it ended up backfiring, and I was feeling very dazed. With a great heave she wrapped her arms around me and tackled me to the floor.

We both lay there for a few moments, our chests heaving, her eyes closed in a smile as a bruise formed on her cheek where I’d hit her. “Ah… ah. Now, that’s what I call a punch!” She kept me in her arms and gave me a wry smile. I was, admittedly, a bit sore about losing and pouted. With a small laugh she pulled her arms from under me and propped them up on both sides of my head. “Tell you what - I might’ve won, but that was a good tussle. I’ll tell you what I know! Which is… nothing.” She looked slightly embarrassed. “I wasn’t very honest with you. Sorry.”

I was feeling very irate, then, and scowled up at her. “What in Oblivion… why, then? Why challenge me to this stupid little brawl? Why act like you knew something?” I pushed her off of me and rolled to the side, sitting up with my legs outstretched. I looked at her with eyes narrowed.

“Look, Ulrich… I…” Her eyes were cast to the ground in shame. “I don’t have many friends. You seemed interesting. I am an adventurer, but I’m… the people in Whiterun…” She trailed off for a few moments before looking up at me. “I tried joining the Companions, once, years ago. They put me up against a whelp of a lad to see if I could make the cut - he was barely old enough to grow face whiskers. We were fighting, and I just… I lost control, and…”

My irritation died down, replaced now by empathy and understanding. I dragged myself over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay. I just, uh… you could’ve just said you wanted to be friends. Believe it or not, I am a friendly person. Do I look particularly unfriendly or uninviting, or something,” I teased her. “It’s okay. I enjoyed the fight - even if I lost.” I gave her shoulder a gentle rub. “I’ll be your friend, Uthgerd.”

Her eyes met mine in a morose expression. A moment of silence passed with us looking into each others eyes before she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into her warm embrace. “...Thank you, Ulrich. I still feel like I owe you, though. Is there anything I can do for you?”

That was a good question. My objective for coming to the city was taken care of- albeit not exactly how I’d imagined- so I could return to my whole reason for coming to Skyrim, but… I had absolutely no leads. Sure I had Ralof and Gerdur as friends to turn to, but I didn’t think they would be much help, and Uthgerd didn’t know anything. I knew how to fistfight, but I sure as hell didn’t know how to defend myself if I was waylaid on the road, attacked by some beast. I had been able to hold my own in Helgen against the few Imperials that tried stopping Ralof and I, but they were just recruits, and Ralof had helped me more than a little.
“...Yes. Can you teach me how to use a sword?”

The answer seemed to catch her off guard, as if she wasn’t expecting it. “How to use a sword? Do you… who are you? By your outfit, I had thought you a seasoned adventurer!” She looked positively flabbergasted. “And… the way you held your own against me! It wasn’t half bad!”

I gave her an apologetic look. “I haven’t really introduced myself, have I? I’m Ulrich Panavan. I’m a city boy. I was raised in the Imperial City…”

******

I told her everything. It was only fair; she’d told me her secret forthright, so I told her mine. She was understanding with it all and, fortunately, was no big fan of the Empire. Uthgerd took to training me immediately. I took up a job helping one of the local blacksmiths, an Imperial named Adrianne Avenicci, keeping record of her inventory and sales. It helped me make just enough money to keep a bed at the local inn.

Uthgerd and I trained day in and day out, for hours and hours until we were both too exhausted to do anymore. About a month passed before anything changed.

I finished my work for the day and made my way to her home. After knocking on the door, I waited a few seconds before I heard her call, “Come in.” There she was, waiting for me inside. “I need to speak with you, Ulrich.”

Her house was small, just one room, with the bed in one corner, a fire for cooking in the other, an armoire next to the bed, and a few shelves and dressers. All she wore was the same large, loose tunic she usually wore, hanging down to her mid thighs. She wasn’t wearing any trousers or pants, however. I raised a brow at her, curiosity seizing hold of me immediately. “...Uthgerd?”

With a soft smile she gestured for me to sit next to her on her bed. “Come here… please. Please.”

I shut the door before I sat down next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, concern written all over my face as I knit my brow. “Is something wrong? What’s the matter? What’s this about?” My hand softly caressed her shoulder as I attempted to console the woman.

She was silent for a few moments, her eyes boring into mine, until finally she scooted up next to me so our legs touched. “I’m going to be forthright with you, as is my way. I’m fond of you, Ulrich. Very fond of you.” Her body pivoted so she faced me fully, one of her legs propping up on the bed and wrapping around me, the other resting on mine and half hanging off the bed. “We’ve been training for a month, now. And… gods, Ulrich, I want, I want… I want to -”

I cut her off by placing a finger on her lips. “...alright. I see where this is going. And I want to, too.” She smiled at that and leaned forward, eyes closing, and she pulled my finger away. “But... I don’t want this to change anything between us. Okay?” I grabbed both of her arms and gave them a squeeze to help make my point.

With a light laugh she shook her head. “Oh, silly Breton. I’m a Nord! If you’re expecting something complicated, then you’ve come to the wrong place, friend.” Her hand bunched up a handful of my tunic and she pulled me roughly up close. “Now… ravage me.”

I was more than happy to comply. My hands moved, dropping her arms so that one cupped her chin as I leaned in for a kiss, the other moving to the small of her back. I pulled her up against my chest, my large, hard pectorals pressing into her much larger, softer breasts. I heard her take in a sharp breath at the movement, then the slow, hot sensation of her breath over my face as she exhaled. The kiss was soft, slow, warm. We kept it up for a few moments before she pulled away, chest heaving, and chuckled. “Come on… I told you to ravage me! Fuck me, Ulrich!”

It was my turn to laugh, then, and I released both of my friends and pressed them to her shoulders and pushed her roughly against the bed. “Gods, what was I thinking!” I reached down and tugged on the bottom of her long tunic, and she gave a small nod before helping me pull it up and off of her body, revealing her nude form. Her pale skin wasn’t perfect; there was a mole here and there, a few small scars from battle and animals on her arms and legs. It wasn’t perfect, but it was beautiful, the dark marks standing in stark contrast to her pale skin. Her voluptuous breasts were peaked by light pink nipples, hardening quickly in their exposed state from the cool air. The mounds of flesh spilled over her sides slightly and led down her fit warrior’s waist to wide hips and her long, powerful legs. My eyes landed on their desired destination; her nether lips were covered by wild, light brown pubic hair that was already glistening with the signs of desire. I looked back up at her and wrinkled my eyes in a smile. “I don’t think I’ve told you yet, but… you’re beautiful, Uthgerd.” She blushed from the compliment and rolled her eyes. I knelt down in front of her, which elicited a groan of protest and she tried sitting up, but I leaned over her and placed both hands on her breasts, feeling them for the first time, and pushed her onto her back again. “No, no. Not yet. I’m gonna fuck you, don’t you worry about that - but I’m going to take my time.” I gave her a wicked grin. “You’re going to have to beg, first.” She whimpered at that and gave a small nod. “Good.”

I knelt in front of her once more and grabbed her with both hands by the knees and yanked her closer to me so that her knees hung off my shoulders. Both of my arms hooked around her toned legs; one of my hands moved up to gently stroke up and down her abdomen, while the other moved to hover over her slit. I extended my thumb and pushed it through her pubic hair. My thumb traced gently up from the very bottom of her labia up, slowly but surely. Just as it passed her clitoris, I ran it back down from where it came. Uthgerd let out a light gasp followed by a groan of irritation. “Quit teasing me… Please.”

The ‘please’ made me give off a light laugh and I leaned forward to kiss her vagina. “If that’s what you want.” My thumb moved to her clit and instantly started rubbing it furiously, and my other hand dropped from her abdomen and I hooked two fingers into her wet hole. She let out a loud gasp and I looked up to see her back arch slightly.

“Dibella’s Tits,” she exclaimed as both of her hands moved to knead her own breasts. Her knees pulled me closer against her, and I wiggled my digits inside of her walls, searching for their desired destination, rubbing, sliding along her insides. After a few seconds, they found their target, which was confirmed by an uncharacteristically high pitched gasp. I went right to work and curled my fingers, rubbing them up and down, side to side along her g spot. The thumb rubbing her clitoris moved, my hand migrating north to join hers in massaging her soft, squishy breasts. My mouth dropped, moving to replace my thumb in stimulating her, and I ran my tongue up, down, and around her sensitive nub. “Oh, gods!” Her thighs squeezed my head, which spurred me on further, faster. My fingers slid easily inside her from how ready her natural lubricants were flowing. I gave a low moan, the vibrations further elevating the stimulation for her. It wasn’t long before I felt her body start shaking, my ears filled with the pleasurable sound of her taking in a moaning gasp of breath, and her walls gripped to my fingers as she orgasmed. Waves of her juices flowed from her, half spraying and half flowing onto my chin, my hand and forearm, and spilling onto the bed. I continued my ministrations for a bit longer to prolong the climax until I felt it finally subside before I pulled away. I knelt up and brought my hand to lick my fingers clean, but I was stopped by Uthgerd grabbing my hand instead and pulling it to her own mouth. Her eyes locked with mine as she sucked on my pointer finger, then my middle finger, then both at the same time.

I couldn’t help but give a small chuckle. “Hah… wow. Well. How was that?” She responded with a moan and pulled my fingers from her mouth with a quiet ‘pop’. She released my hand and both of hers made their way to my trousers. My own excitement was more than a little noticeable, as there was a sizable tent that had formed, and she pulled my pants off in one quick motion. I stepped out of the clothes and kicked them away before lifting my shirt up and over my head and tossed it to join my pants and underwear.

“Ulrich… you’re…” she trailed off as her eyes looked me up and down, taking in every inch of my body, up from my face, down over my bulky pectorals, over my smooth stomach, down my legs to my well built thighs, then up once more, finally landing on my erection. One of her hands cupped my scrotum, softly juggling my balls, while the other stroked up and down my shaft a few times before she gripped the base and leaned forward. Our eyes locked once more as she took my mushroom head into her mouth, suckling on it softly for a few seconds before running her tongue around it. I couldn’t help but shiver and groan, one of my hands moving to the top of her head and rubbing it gently, lovingly.

“Good girl…” She looked positively pleased by the words, and I felt her tongue swish up and down along the tip of my cock. “Ooh!” The move made me inadvertently buck my hips forward, which in turn elicited a happy, almost giddy moan from her. Pulling away, she removed my rod from her mouth and turned her head down, extending her tongue to lick from the base of my shaft up to the tip. She gave the head a kiss before bending down a bit further and spit a large wad of saliva into the hand that had been fondling my balls. Her mouth took its place and she took one of my testes in her mouth, gently, lovingly licking it and sucking, while the hand she had spit into started stroking up and down my shaft. I could only see one of her eyes, but she looked up at me with an absolutely smug look on her face. I smirked down at her, once more giving the top of her head a rub. “Good girl… damn…” I couldn’t help but flex my erection in her grip to increase it size, which seemed to urge her onward to stroke me faster and faster.
After about a minute she pulled her mouth away and stopped jerking me off, finally taking my shaft once more in her mouth. She sucked hard on the tip, lips and tongue stimulating the cockhead, and her hand kept stroking the rest of my length. After just a few more seconds, I felt it suddenly hit me. “Oh - oh, gods!” My hand suddenly gripped her hair tight and I pulled hard on her face, shoving my member deep into her mouth and down her throat as I climaxed, shooting ropes of hot seed into her. She gagged only a little at first, but she guzzled the rest down without issue, eyes still locked on mine, and she ran her free hand through my pubic hair, up my abdomen, and to my chest. I finally finished and pulled out with a soft ‘plop’ and she gasped for air, looking more than a little happy with herself.

“Gods, Ulrich - it’s been some time since I’ve sucked a cock like that. Now… enough foreplay.” Her voice changed - no longer was it smug and joke. Now she was serious, her tone full of need and wanton desire. “Fill me. Please.”

I swallowed and nodded, giving her a soft smile. I cupped her face with my hand, the other pushing her onto her back. “Lay down…” She scooted back further into the bed as she went down, making room for me to get on, and I mounted my legs between hers. My rod was already growing back to full length. I lined it up with her entrance and paused. “...wait. Should I… we… do you have any sort of contraceptive?” I gave her a look of concern.

She reached down with both hands, one grabbing my shaft, the other rubbing at her slit, and shook her head. “No, no. Don’t worry about that. I can get a potion from Arcadia’s Cauldron tomorrow to take care of that. Now just…” her voice broke, and I could easily hear the frustration in her. “Do it.” Without even a nod I complied and shoved my girth straight into her folds. She cried out, both arms reaching around me now to pull me into her embrace as I finally properly fucked her. I gasped from the sensation, her vaginal walls slick with her fluid still clinging hard to my own flesh. I stayed there for just a moment, shivering slightly, shuddering, and I placed a kiss on her lips before I pulled out. Then, just as the tip was about to leave, I pushed back in. She kissed my jaw hungrily, needily. Immediately after bottoming out in her I started pulling out. This time, however, I flexed my cock inside, the sides of my mushroom head raking along her insides and stimulating us both even further. Uthgerd cried out at that, her hips pulling away from mine, and then again just as I was about to leave, we both thrust back against each other. Soon enough we found a rhythm of thrusting and grinding. The wet sounds of love making filled the room; wet sex, moans, gasps of pleasure, sharp breaths of air, giddy coos, desperate kisses. Her hands rubbed up and down my back, scratching here and there as she experienced micro orgasms. I cupped the back of her head with my left hand, and the other reached down to her thigh, rubbing it encouragingly. The throes of desire overtook us, and we were oblivious to the world. In that moment we were one, thinking only of ourselves, one and the other, and of the bliss we felt. Further and further we went, until as one we came. With one final, desperate thrust I plunged deep into her, my seed filling her womb, and I felt her walls gripping my length tighter than ever, milking my cock for all it had. She shuddered in my arms, a light, breathless gasp escaping her lips as her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, clinging to me with a firm, passionate strength. The seconds of our shared climax felt like hours, but finally it came to an end and we both collapsed.

I rolled to the side, my now flaccid member spilling out and releasing our mixed sexual fluids with it. I was absolutely out of breath; not only had the sex and climaxes been intense, but I had been trying hard not to put too much weight her breasts the entire time, and I could definitely feel the burn in my core. I looked over to her and our eyes met. Together we smiled. Uthgerd reached over, her hands stroking my chest. I opened my mouth to speak, but she was faster. “This is going to be a regular thing.”

I laughed and nodded, wrapping an arm under her head and pulling her close to cuddle. “Without a doubt, it is.”
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