#i'm still feeling very smug about that line about bards and their instruments. and i wrote it for goddamn smut. pfft.

[umbracirrus]

WIP Wednesday 💛

Happy valentines day to everyone, not much to report on this week other than my only WIP this week - besides working on tweaking little details in the next chapter for The Perfect Storm, as well as the cross stitching progress I posted about earlier in the week - being smut. Even then, I think I've already posted a line of this WIP a few days back, just without any of the context.

That's about it. It's honestly just something that I've been working on to treat myself after a shitty start of the year, and of course, it's my beloved Balgruuf and Elyse... I'm aiming to get it done for my birthday next month. 😅 It's based a good four, five years after The Perfect Storm, and these two have been married for a while by this point.

Tagged by @thequeenofthewinter this week and @bostoniangirl21 last week!!

Needless to say, this is smut - don't feel obliged to read if you don't want to, and don't read if you're a minor.

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“Are you certain?”

Elyse could feel her heart racing as Balgruuf’s finger rested against her lips. Forget any battles against dragons or her enemies over the years, this was most certainly her hardest battle – keeping quiet as he fucked her at such a slow, near torturous pace, all whilst he toyed with her in a way which made her want to cry out loud in ecstasy. In these brief few moments, she could only curse her dear husband for knowing her in the same way that a bard would their instrument, in that he knew exactly what strings to pluck or notes to play.

The sound of grumbling echoed off the walls. “Yes, Proventus. Elyse was training in here until he came along and asked to train with her too. His sword is right there, so they can’t be far.”

Balgruuf faltered for a moment, though it was not enough to dissuade him from continuing.

“What if they catch us?” she eventually let out in a breathy whisper, though she received little more than a smile back at first.

“They won’t. Not if you stay quiet, dearest.”

Her lips curled into a pout, at first through his response, but then through the empty feeling as he pulled out of her. “Balgruuf, why do you choose now to be such an ass- Fuck!” She had to bite her lips as he plunged back in, her entire body writhing as he now moved his hands to her hips, her back arching. Tears were pricking at the corner of her eyes, not because of the cruel yet sweet torment that he was putting her through, but rather through the agonising pleasure that was coiling up inside her as her beloved filled her up again and again and again.

“Hm. They don’t appear to be here though. Perhaps they retired to their quarters? The Lady Dragonborn does tend to steal away the Jarl at the most inopportune of times...” Proventus sighed. “Thank you anyway. I am certain that I will find him eventually.”

The sound of the porch doors opening filled the room, as did two sets of footsteps.

“She hates being called that, you know.”

“Well, as the wife of a Jarl and technically still a Thane, I will address her with the due-“

The doors slammed shut, and barely a moment had passed before her jaw slackened and the moan which she had been holding in was let out. As much as she wanted to chastise him for doing that to her – to them both – she simply couldn’t find the words and instead pulled his face towards hers and claimed his lips.