#dahlia wintersnow

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Dahlia enjoys a moment of peace

If you’ve been following me for any decent stretch of time, you’ll know that originally what I started doing here is just writing. It makes me happy, keeps my heart full, and I am stricken with the brain rot, so I do what it tells me. However, I have been sharing my art (mostly hand lettering and plants) as well. I never really (and still do not) consider myself to be an artist, and I have never been able to draw people other than stick figures.

I have been practicing for months and months, and mostly if you see people art that I post here, the outlines and clothing details are traced.

Perhaps this doesn’t seem like much and could definitely be improved, but I did this all by myself (no reference or tracing at all), and I am very proud of myself.

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It was @thequeenofthewinter's turn this week. I drew her OC Dahlia Wintersnow with her true love (and husband) Ulfric Stormcloak. I think she likes it...

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Queen Consort Dahlia Wintersnow

I honestly don't remember if she is already the queen in the fic but idgaf. She's the queen in my heart.

Fanart for the stunning, lovely, gorgeous @thequeenofthewinter

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Today my blog turns 1. So instead of WIP Wednesday I decided to do a little bday doodle for my blog with @thequeenofthewinter and @oblivions-dawn

I’m still getting use to clip studio paint, but I like the program a lot. So have a lady Dahlia giving Dreki a cake while Vig reluctantly lets herself be happy for once.

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WEDNESDAY WIP BE UPON YE

Has it been that long already?? Man. Akatosh is such a sly little worm. THANK YOU @thelavenderelf for tagging me!! Your work is wonderful as always ❤❤ I now bestow @thequeenofthewinter @yewphoric @spinchboli @crysdrawsthings and @tamrielwanderer for WIPs if they so choose to share!! No pressure of course! :3c I'm still typing away at Chapter Two, which has taken some fascinating turns if I do say so myself >:3c In this little snippet, Vigdis and Serana interact with @thequeenofthewinter's very own Dahlia Wintersnow!! She is the first of many of my friend's cameos in Breathless and I'm so excited!!!! 'Tis not the whole scene but a good chunk of it, teehee. You know how I like to keep some secrets uwu ANYWAY enough of my rambling--I hope you enjoy!! ❤

The sudden sunlight briefly blinded Vigdis once she stepped outside; it pooled over fallen leaves and filled the crevices of the rocky path. After several blinks as she descended the steps, her hard squint softened into a neutral glare. The hunter hung back while Serana walked beside the woman, close enough to hear their conversation but far away enough to keep an eye on everyone that passed them by or looked at them in curiosity. Her freckled hand never left the hilt of her sword.

“You mentioned that you’re not from here. Did you grow up somewhere else?” Serana inquired of the stranger casually.

The woman nodded. “I did. I was born and raised in Windhelm.”

“The City of Kings?”

“The very same.” The stranger then shook her head as embarrassment rippled across her face. “Oh, how silly of me—I should introduce myself! I’m Dahlia. Dahlia Wintersnow.”

“Serana.” The vampire glanced back at the hunter, an indecipherable emotion in her persimmon eyes as a slight frown tugged at her pale lips, her voice quiet. “And she’s Vigdis.”

“A pleasure to meet you,” Dahlia responded cordially with a smile.

“Likewise.”

They lapsed into silence, but not for long. They reached a bridge and began to cross, only for Dahlia to stop at its centre and point to the mountain before them.

“To reach High Hrothgar, you have to ascend the 7,000 Steps,” she informed them. “You’ll find it halfway up the mountain; it looks like a castle. There are stone emblems along the way that will help guide the way as well.” She then turned to them with a frown as concern furrowed her dark brows. “But are you sure you want to go now? It’s already midday, so it’s going to get dark and—”

“That’s not any of your fucking business, is it?” Vigdis snapped, her patience wearing agonisingly thin.

Dahlia winced at her words, both hurt and confused. “I was only trying to—”

“We’ll handle it from here, Dahlia,” Serana cut in, her voice gentle. “Thank you for showing us the way.”

Hazel eyes of smoky quartz and evergreen flitted from the hunter to the vampire, her mouth parted as if to protest. Then, she seemed to think better of it, and pressed her lips into a thin line. Dahlia spared the slightest smile to the brunette before she departed tentatively. Vigdis flared her freckled nostrils once the woman disappeared back into the tavern. Good riddance.

[blossom-adventures]

Happy Birthday, Winter!

This is a birthday present for @thequeenofthewinter who has been so lovely and supportive of me and my writing since I started sharing it.

Winter, Happy Birthday! I hope you have a lovely day full of love and hugs!

I’m so happy I’ve got to know you and you deserve all the love and support you get, I hope you have a good day and enjoy what I’ve done for you, it’s a long one so I’ve put it under a “read more” (I had a good idea and ran with it ☺️ also I hope I wrote Dahlia alright, it’s my first time writing someone else’s OC)

💙😘🎂

Mara’s Light

Dear Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, thank you for getting in touch with me, as much as I would love to help you with a birthday present for Dahlia, the only copy of ‘Mara’s Light’ that we have in the library is a first edition print that cannot and will not leave the Arcanaeum. However I have heard rumours of ancient tomes being locked away in Shalidor’s Maze, I would recommend looking there for a copy, the author was a research fellow of Shalidor after all. I can also recommend a member of the Companions for you too, I have hired her in the past to collect books for me, I’m sure she would be more than willing to help you. Best of luck, Urag Gro-shub, curator of the Arcanaeum in the College of Winterhold.

Ulfric sighed as he set the letter down on the arm of his throne, it had been 5 weeks since the Companion had left on this job, Dahlia’s birthday was tomorrow and he had nothing to give her.

“Jorleif”

“My lord?”

“If that Companion doesn’t return by tomorrow, I’ll need you to run to Ilse’s bakery to get some danishes, it’ll be better than nothing after all”

“Of course my lord, but you mustn’t lose hope, that Companion has done jobs for me throughout the war, she’s reliable, she’s probably on her way back now”

“Or… she’s lying dead in Shalidor’s Maze, you saw how nervous she looked when I told her where to go”

“She’s a Companion of Whiterun, Ulfric, I’m sure she is more than capable of doing this job”

“It’s too close for my liking, with Dahlia’s birthday tomorrow,” Ulfric sighed “I wanted it to be special… Gods know she deserves it”

The next day, Dahlia’s birthday. Ulfric was pacing, Dahlia would be down from their room any moment now. He looked down at the plate of danishes on the table, and cursed under his breath, still no sign of the Companion or the book he had sent her to retrieve.

“Ah, good morning, my love!” He froze as he heard Dahlia’s voice behind him, “are you alright?” She asked as she approached him, he turned to greet her with a warm smile and a kiss on the lips

“Good morning my love, happy birthday”

“Thank you” Dahlia looked down to the table “oooh! Danishes!” She smiled brightly as she picked up one of them, her smile faded slightly as she saw Ulfric’s, he looked sad, maybe a little annoyed “Ulfric, what’s wrong?” He sighed

“My gift for you hasn’t arrived yet” he huffed “I was hoping it would, but…” Dahlia stopped him with a kiss

“Ulfric, you didn’t need to get me anything”

“No, but I wanted to, you deserve it, my Queen”

“Jarl Ulfric!” A woman’s voice came from the doors of the palace, both Dahlia and Ulfric looked over to see a woman in her mid 30’s with black hair and reddish-brown eyes, she was wearing thick leather armour, in her arms was a large item wrapped in tanned leather.

“Companion!” Ulfric approached “you cut it fine, I was worried something had happened, is that it?”

“It is, I’m sorry it’s late I got… delayed” she explained as she handed the package to him

“Delayed?” Ulfric looked a little concerned, the Companion shook her head

“It’s… complicated, could I explain to you later my lord?”

“Of course, Jorleif will arrange the rest of your pay”

“Thank you” the Companion bowed and made her way over to the steward, Ulfric saw she was carrying a limp that she didn’t have when she left Windhelm 5 weeks ago

“Are you hurt, Companion?” He called after her

“It’s nothing my lord, I was going to the Temple of Talos once I had delivered the gift” Ulfric nodded to her before returning to Dahlia.

“Happy birthday, my love” he said as he gave her the present, she opened it and was left nearly speechless

“Oh… Ulfric…” Dahlia ran her hand along the intricate cover, Mara’s Light was carved into the leather binding “how did… Urag would’ve never parted with his copy”

“It isn’t his, I had the Companion there retrieve this copy for me” he said, nodding towards the armoured woman who was still talking to Jorleif. “And you deserve it, Dahlia. Before you say it’s too much, nothing is too much for you” he kissed her again

“I’ll have to thank you properly for this later”

“Will you?” Ulfric gave her a smirk, Dahlia kissed him on the cheek before walking over to the Companion

“Companion, what’s your name?”

“Jaina, my lady” she said with a bow

“Thank you, I’ve wanted a copy of that book for a while now” Jaina shrugged

“I’m glad I was able to help get it for you then,” she sounded a little embarrassed, it made Dahlia wonder how much gratitude the Companions would normally get when they completed a job

“Will you stay for the party tonight? Lydia and Ulfric have something planned but they won’t tell me what” Dahlia said with a glance over her shoulder to Ulfric, who acted ignorant to what she meant, Jaina went red in the face.

“I… I’d be honoured, of course, but I have nothing else to wear, and I need to see the Jarl about something… and I need to get my leg sorted at the temple and…” Jaina tripped over her words as she spoke, Dahlia held up her hand to stop the Companion

“Please, as a thank you for getting this book for me, I insist” Jaina looked a little lost for words for a moment before finally nodding

“Who am I to refuse the future High Queen”

“Excellent, come back tonight then, go and get your leg seen to, Ulfric will be gone for awhile anyway”

“Will I?” He asked as Dahlia walked back over to him and whispered something into his ear “alright, Jorleif, I’m… needed elsewhere for a while, I’ll be back later.” The steward rolled his eyes as Dahlia took her book in one hand and Ulfric’s hand in the other, leading him back towards their private chambers.

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Work-in-Progress Wednesday

Khajiit has words if you have the attention span. Come take a look.

(Honestly, WIP Wednesday is the only thing keeping me writing at the moment. My life has been chaos.)

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“If you do not try, you will never know.” One of his arms comes up to squeeze her shoulder, pulling her back against his chest. “Besides, I know what you are capable of. We all do. It is a great and terrible burden to carry on one’s conscience, but I also know you are not one to run from what is difficult. Neither of us do.”

She sighs and she leans back into him.“How did you do it?”

It is a simple enough question; however, it holds a complicated answer. “I do not know if I am honest. Only that I continued on one day at a time. However, it got easier at some point.”

“When?” Her eyes sparkle with hope as she looks up at him.

“After you walked into my life.”

She shakes her head at him. “Because it is your birthday, I am going to allow you to tell me pretty lies.”

“Perhaps it sounds cliché, but it is true. Life became easier once you were beside me.”

“More like pushing you like a stubborn goat up a mountain, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

Ulfric chuckles as he presses a kiss to her temple and moves to the wardrobe. “We will continue on together, and you may lean on me for whatever strength I have left.” He reaches up his hands to massage his temples. He can already feel the headache there pounding behind his eyes with what is to come. “I am not sure what I will have left after dealing with Lord Corolius and the council this morning.”

“I’d quite like to Shout him off the top of a mountain.”

“And I would love nothing more than to see that, but unfortunately, he is an integral part of the council.”

Dahlia’s brows furrow into a scowl. The last time she had the displeasure of interacting with Levus, they had gotten into an argument. Typical. However, she knows that Ulfric has played the game of politics almost as if from the cradle, and she trusts his judgement more than anyone. “Would you like me to accompany you?”

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Skyrim Roads, Purple Mountains Majesty Remix

Bonus: Spot my out-of-scale smol Idiots ❤️

Listen, I could not resist and I made them hold hands 💕

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My Heart is an Aurora

...or some other poetic whatnot these idiots would say to each other. <3

ft. Dahlia and Ulfric

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Work-in-Progress Wednesday

On this day's edition of WIPsday, I give you...Ralof.

Tagging some friends: @oblivions-dawn @dirty-bosmer @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @bostoniangirl21 @umbracirrus @arisenlicious @skyrim-forever @changelingsandothernonsense @tallmatcha @gilgamish @vivifriend @your-talos-is-problematic @throughtrialbyfire @ladytanithia. No pressure but I would love to see what you've got! :)

Being out in the wilderness of Skyrim brings with it a certain calm and familiarity that Ralof relishes despite his exhaustion. All around him late-summer crickets chirp as cicadas buzz their farewell song through the dark backdrop of the verdant forests in-between Whiterun and Hjaalmarch, and he takes in a minute to breathe the lush scent of leaves and pine—the last such moment he will have before chilly autumn sinks its claws into most of the landscape. 

While the cold is a part of his Nordic heritage—something that most here are accustomed to—, there is a certain stillness which he appreciates in this in-between space before the season turns over her new leaves to don an attire of vibrant, fiery oranges and deep-bleeding crimsons.

Ralof takes another bite of the danish in his hands, bits of the flaky confection unfortunately falling from his fingers and onto the ground. How Dahlia ever got the pastry into his bag he will never know. Perhaps it is a new skill which she has acquired since motherhood, and he had to shake his head and smile when he found it along with a small attached note in his bag.

Take care of yourself, Ralof, and may Mara and Talos watch over you through your travels. Come back to us as soon as you can.

Short and sweet, much like the danish he just polished off, the note brings a warm feeling to his chest despite its brevity. He is ready to do what he has been asked despite the tired itching behind his eyelids.

Over the last few months, he has traveled and learned more than he had ever dreamed he would in this lifetime. It is as much a blessing as it is a curse he would say. Far flung colorful cities dance through his dreams, perfumed air of cardamom and cinnamon along with the tang of citrus floating on his tongue. However, not all of it is sunshine and spice. At the same time, he can still feel the grating irritation of sand between his eyelashes with every blink—even if he has washed them countless times between his leaving the endless desert until now. The sensation haunts him much like the illusive elf he is currently following.

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Walking in a Winter Wonderland

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Work-in-Progress Wednesday

Hi, hello. It's me, your girl Winter. For this week's WIP, I believe I am going to feed you all more of that training section. ;)

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Ulfric steps forward, catching her blade under the curve of his axe and pulling her forward until they meet. “Because I actually care if even so much as the delicate hairs of your head get injured, my heart,” he whispers before he pushes her back, and Dahlia’s feet stumble over themselves to keep herself balanced. 

His advances keep coming, not giving her a second to breathe as much as to respond to his statement. Under other circumstances she would tease him back, but she cannot afford the distraction. His movements are fluid like water— just as smooth as his words, and his blade cuts through the space between them as if it were nothing at all.

Who would have thought for Ulfric’s almost 50 years of age, that he still had this much of fight left in him? She barely has time to think let alone react to his strike of his axe as she shifts her feet back and forth to the rhythm of his dance. Soon, they fall into a steady familiarity, and the pattern of his maneuverings becomes apparent to her. 

Left, left, right. Right, left. Swing. Watch the backhand. Left again.

However, for all his strategy and all the experience he has on the battlefield, there is one thing that he does not count on, and one advantage she still holds over him if she can bide her time. 

Dahlia sits back and takes the force of his relentless onslaught—surely, all part of his plan—as she continues to move on the balls of her feet. Muscles scream and sweat begins to drip down her body. He cannot keep this up, especially at his age, and she knows it.

The curve of her lips becomes more prominent as she continuously doges out of her husband’s range, just enough to provoke him to chase after her. After all, isn’t that what he should be doing anyway?

Soon, the swings begin to slow down, each one less precise than the last. Air becomes more scarce as he fights to find the space to draw breath into his lungs. 

And that is when she makes her attack.

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Spicy Work-in-Progress Wednesday

Alright you horny bitches, you asked for this. (I did a poll here and 90% of you wanted this when I went to set WIP up.)

Ahem, anyway as the label states, this will be uh, NSFW. Please don't feel obligated to read it if I tagged you if you're not into that kind of thing. Also, if you are a minor, don't interact with this. Thanks!

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Snippet:

“I want to watch you come undone in front of me, slowly unravel you until all you can think about is me.” His voice rasps, hot breath tickling her ear as he groans.

“Ulfric…”

His name passes from her lips, defiantly and against her will. Between his fingers playing with her nerves and the fullness she feels in her cunt, she is warm putty—molding to his will easily as she loses herself in him.

“Again, Dahlia.” He slides out of her, slick with wetness before driving back into her. 

She was always going to be the beginning and the end for him, his fate as intertwined with hers as their bodies—and he wouldn’t have it any other way. There is no sweeter way for him to go and no greater desire than to spend the rest of his days with her just like this.

Ulfric’s hands reach out to explore her further, leaving no inch untouched as he pulls her closer to him to lick at the sweat of her skin. Salty and pungent, with a hint of something uniquely hers, his tongue travels down the side of her neck all the way to her exposed collarbone.

Half-broken gasps of his name continue to fall from her lips and her fingers tighten around his shoulders desperately trying to dig into the muscles underneath his cloak. 

“Ulfric, I—”

“Shh,” he quiets her and nips at the side of her neck before looking her into eyes. A wickedness flashes behind his gaze as he smirks.  “I know.”

Ulfric readjusts her to push her against the wall, the roughness of the stone behind her scraping against her back.

“Why has it been so long since we have done this?” Dahlia asks him as she snakes both arms around his neck.

He chuckles. “I asked myself that same question numerous times over the last few months. You frequented my daydreams in all sorts of sordid ways.”

“I always knew you were a dirty old man.”

“Perhaps.” He leans forward to whisper in her ear, hot breath fanning out around the shell. “But you’re no better. Come for me, Dahlia, and show me how much I know you like it.”

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Work-in-Progress Wednesday

I wasn't going to WIP because I haven't been writing much, but then I decided last minute that I was. Here I am! I'm currently at work and posting this in the spare 5 minutes I have, so if I have forgotten someone, you're tagged. <3

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“The numbers are there.”

Ulfric sighs as he brings his hands behind himself to clasp them together, stretching himself until he hears a distinct crack. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

While sometimes Galmar values that Ulfric calls out the day-to-day bullshit he has to endure as High King, he appreciates it much less so when that criticality is pointed in his direction. “It means what I said it means.”

A sigh is the only thing Galmar hears as Ulfric turns to walk back towards him and lean over the map at the strategy table. He stares down at all of the pieces they have moved thus far—the Stormcloaks, the Mage’s College, Hammerfell, and now Cyrodiil. Will it be enough? He is more acutely aware than ever of the lives he has brought together in this—the most elaborate game of chess he has played yet. It was not enough the last time during the Great War. Why would it be any different today 30 years later? Is he strong enough to do this again or will he break just like the last time?

Ulfric rubs a hand down his face as reaches down to move one of the pawn on the map one step closer to Alinor. He has no choice. It is going to have to be enough.

“What did you do to my husband, Galmar? I hadn’t seen him look so pale since the end days of the Civil War?” Dahlia teases, a careful smile held on her lips as she bounces Sylvi on her hip. She knows that look in Ulfric’s eyes, and it will consume him and their entire afternoon if she does not snap him from it. The last time she saw him this way, he locked himself in his office for hours and did not come out until dawn.

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The Walls of Windhelm

You asked, so you shall receive. I have no WIP Wednesday. Instead, here is the cursed smut from the next chapter of my fic. (Which I guess technically makes this whole 2234 word monstrosity a WIP.) Obviously, if you plan on reading the chapter, you're going to spoil yourself for this. (I mean...unless you want to read it again. ;) ) There are no REAL spoilers here or anything you NEED to know other than I have an OC whose name is Dahlia, she's married to Ulfric Stormcloak, and this is self-indulgent smut.

Hiding this under the cut. Please don't interact if you are a minor. I'm warning you that this is rated E. Shout out to the fabulous @oblivions-dawn for proofreading for me. <3

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“Ulfric, what are you—”

Dahlia doesn’t finish her sentence as suddenly her back is pressed up against the rough stone walls of some abandoned alleyway of the Valunstrad.

The hour is late and no one and nothing so much as stirs as the temple bells chime their midnight chorus. When Dahlia had suggested a moonlight stroll after dinner, this is not what she had pictured: Ulfric’s beard scratching almost abrasively against her throat as his tongue licks at the skin of her neck, his hands under her thighs, fingers digging into her skin almost painfully as he hikes up her skirt—body pressed flush against her own, strong evidence of what he wants pushing against her heat.

“You know what I am doing. Don’t play coy with me, Dahlia.” His voice whispers in her ear before taking the lobe into his mouth and sucking on it. “And don’t tell me you haven’t thought of this.”

“I—”

She is cut off again. This time by Ulfric’s fingers sliding their way over the silken fabric of her undergarments.

“Tell me,” he asks, his voice low but tone teasing, “did you put these on for me?” He doesn’t hear her response as he pushes beyond the fabric as two fingers glide into her with ease. Ulfric tsks as he curls them up into her walls. “Have you been dreaming of this? Me pressed against you and taking you against these walls.” He tests her as he pumps his fingers in and out of her wet cunt. “From how wet you are now, I think you have.”

Despite the frigid temperatures of Windhelm at night, heat blooms through Dahlia’s body as she throws her head back, her husband’s actions eliciting a moan from her.

His mouth descends on hers, swallowing the sound as he bites down on her lip. “Quiet, my heart, or they will hear us. You don’t want that, do you?”

“Why—”

“Shh,” his lips brush softly over hers. “Because this is my city, and I’ll have you wherever I please, my Queen. Now, stop asking questions.” As if to emphasize the point, he presses against her harder, his fingers stroking languidly against her walls.

Her hips spread wider around him, giving in to his wants and not really caring to think beyond the thick fog of pleasure descending upon her. She tries to rock her hips against his fingers, squeezing tightly around him, but it is of no use. He will give her no more.

A self-satisfied smirk makes its way onto his face. “If you want more, you’re going to need to ask.”

“You are insufferable.” She rolls her hips over his fingers to no avail.

“And I am yours. I’ll remind you that you chose to marry me despite my flaws.” He retorts as he curls her fingers into her again.

“I will—”

“You will what?” He asks, not even giving her a moment to finish, and he lowers his mouth to her neck, biting down on her delicate skin.

She gasps, surprised by the sensation, and he does it again, this time hard enough to leave a mark. It stings but not unpleasantly, and her head moves to the side to give him better access to do as he pleases.

“What? No more protest? Have I won then?” His fingers suddenly stop. “Will be doing this my way?”

Damnable, self-centered, teasing prick.

She whines, a pathetic sound which falls from her lips unbidden.

At this, Ulfric’s smirk only grows wider. He knows exactly what she likes, and he will play her like a pawn across a chess board. His thumb soon finds its way to her clit and rubs against it.

Dahlia’s eyes fall closed, and she bites down on her tongue to keep herself quiet, the action unexpectedly drawing a little blood. “Fuck me.” 

“I thought that this was beneath you and entirely inappropriate for a King and Queen.” He pushes her further, loving the frustrated anger he finds dancing behind her dilated pupils.

“Fuck me, Ulfric.” She hisses as she reaches down to his pants, stroking a hand over the bulge there before pulling his cock from trousers. “Take this,” she strokes him ever so gently, “and put it inside my cunt.” Dahlia grinds against him.

“That’s my wife.” His lips find hers again, kissing her insistently as he pries at her mouth. 

There is no fight left in her, and she opens for him automatically, the taste of iron coating her tongue and tinging their kiss with the hot taste of metal and salt; however, he doesn’t mind. He pushes his tongue against Dahlia’s more, trying to get a better taste of her. He would consume her whole body and spirit if the Divines would let him. Perhaps he will at another time.

For now, he presses against her firmly, both hands now under her thighs to hold her against the wall as he pushes his cock roughly into her.

This time neither of them can help the moan which springs forth—nor do either of them care at this point. Dahlia’s hands reach out to Ulfric, pulling him to her by the collar of his cloak as he fucks her until her back presses against the wall behind her. While both of them normally enjoy a bit of romance, there is no space for it at the moment.

“Harder, Ulfric.” She pants, her legs spreading wider for him as she reaches under his shirt to scratch her nails against his chest.

His hips dig into hers further as he slows down his pace, hitting her harder just as she asked. “I will bury my cock so deeply into you that you’ll still be feeling me as you walk in the morning.”

“Is that a threat?”

“A promise.” He growls into her ear and nips at her neck.

Heat rolls through her slowly, building up from her core in waves, and she is left helpless against them as she moves her head to the side, little gasps falling from her lips. “Ulfric…”

“Say it again, love. Tell me who is fucking you against this wall.”

Dahlia bites down on her lip, swallowing the moan bubbling up from within her. Surely, if she is any louder, the late-night watch will investigate and—

“Eyes over here, Dahlia. I asked you for something.” His hand comes up to cup her cheek and her eyes snap open to look into his vivid blues. He moves into her more quickly, picking up to a punishing pace. “Say my name.”

“No.” Despite her refusal, her voice comes out as only a breathy whisper.

Stubborn as always, but that doesn’t matter. He’ll have his way eventually. He knows her.

Leaning forward, she catches his mouth, tongue meeting his in a sloppy kiss as she fights against the feeling welling up inside of her. But he is ready for her. He lifts her higher suddenly to set her down on top of a stack of abandoned crates. Now, his hands are free, and they move up under her skirts to drag over the folds of her wet cunt.

“Say it.” 

Dahlia clenches around him defiantly, fighting through the pleasure which quickly dulling her other senses. A smirk forms its way onto her lips as he groans; however, her victory is short-lived. Calloused fingers soon find their way to her clit, swirling around the bundle of nerves, and she bites down onto his one of his shoulders to keep herself quiet.

“Damn you to Oblivion, Ulfric.” She manages between breaths as she gasps for more air.

He nips at her neck again, sucking on the skin there until he is sure it will bruise. He is ruthless when he wants to be, and now is not the time for him to give in. Not a chance. “Only if you go with me, wife.” He whispers low in her ear before taking the lobe between his teeth. “Come with me.” 

At that, the pads of his fingers circle the bundle of nerves again as he presses his cock into her with rough, erratic thrusts. He is slowing down, but he will make her go with him over the edge.

Hands fist and grab into his hair, and then slide down his neck to his chest, touching everywhere she can grasp as he strokes her languidly—as if he could do this all day.

“Please,” she looks up at him, pupils dilated and eyes half-lidded, but he only continues his slow torture. There will be no mercy for her. Not now.

“I want to watch you come undone in front of me, slowly unravel you until all you can think about is me.” His voice rasps, hot breath tickling her ear as he groans.

“Ulfric…”

His name passes from her lips against her will. Between his fingers playing with her nerves and the fullness she feels inside her cunt, she is warm putty—molding to his will easily as she loses herself in him.

“Again, Dahlia.” He slides out of her, slick with wetness before driving back into her. 

She was always going to be the beginning and the end for him, his fate as intertwined with hers as their bodies—and he wouldn’t have it any other way. There is no sweeter way for him to go and no greater desire than to spend the rest of his days with her just like this.

Ulfric’s hands reach out to explore her further, leaving no inch untouched as he pulls her closer to him to lick at the sweat of her skin. Salty and pungent, with a hint of something uniquely hers, his tongue travels down the side of her neck all the way to her exposed collarbone.

Half-broken gasps of his name continue to fall from her lips, and her fingers tighten around his shoulders desperately trying to dig into the muscles underneath his cloak. 

“Ulfric, I—”

“Shh,” he quiets her and nips at the side of her neck before looking into her eyes. A wickedness flashes behind his gaze as he smirks.  “I know, my heart.”

Ulfric readjusts her to push her against the wall, the roughness of the stone behind her scraping against her back.

“Why has it been so long since we have done this?” Dahlia asks him as she snakes both arms around his neck.

He chuckles. “I asked myself that same question numerous times over the last few months. You frequented my daydreams in all sorts of sordid ways.”

“I always knew you were a dirty old man.”

“Perhaps.” He leans forward to whisper in her ear, hot breath fanning out around the shell. “But you’re no better. Come for me, Dahlia, and show me how much I know you like it.”

She arches against him as if to prove his point, and her hands reach towards him running down his back to then trace a trail up his chest. No place is left untouched as Ulfric continues to slide into her, his rhythm becoming increasingly erratic. The pace leaves both of them gasping and trembling as they fight to mark every inch of the other’s exposed skin with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses.

Soon thereafter, the waves become too much as they swell and finally break, a lazy warmth slowly overtaking them like the first rays of Summer’s heat only to build up into the fire of Midyear. Dahlia gasps as her walls begin to flutter around him, her lips meeting his in the middle in a desperate kiss.

Mouths, hands, tongues, and teeth all crash together as a low groan springs forth from Ulfric’s lips. He can hold on no longer, and he finally gives up the last of his control to her at feeling her end, his body responding to hers as his cum spills down her thighs. However, his wife doesn’t stop. She pushes her hips against him as she kisses him all the way through his orgasm—first, her lips meet his own, then his cheeks, and finally she leans forward to touch his forehead, the salt of the sweat there coating her tongue sweetly.

There is no place Dahlia would rather be than right where she is as she coaxes him through the many sensations flowing through their bodies to come back to Nirn. Her hands reach up to wrap around his neck, bringing him forward. “I love you. I hope you know this. Always and forever from this plane of existence to the next. I’d follow you anywhere…even if you are a smug bastard.”

Ulfric laughs, a low rumbling which makes her stomach flip. “Good, because you will not be rid of me—not anytime soon at least. I’ve been told I’m too stubborn.” 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She smiles but then a more serious look clouds her gaze. One of her hands reaches up to cup his cheek as she tilts his face down look at her. “Do you think we will get many more moments like this?" 

His eyes meet hers unafraid, yet conflicting emotions rock through his core like sea waves against safe harbors. “I will take as many of them as I can get until I cannot any longer.” He leans forward to kiss her softly before pulling back, his lips barely brushing against hers. “You know I am selfish when it comes to you, and I’ll not let you go without a fight.”

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Dahlia

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