#ulundil

[whitegoldtower]

I’m horrid, I know.

[1000fiction]

Authors notes: got knocked out by my vaccines, hoping to double post till I catch up

Kinktober 2023 - day 13

Heart beat Ft. Ulundil

Skyrim could be a cruel land, one minute you're living peacefully and the next, total, utter, desolation. Ulundil had heard about Helgen, about Kynesgrove, about vampires and werewolves and other incidents in the other holds. He didn't think terror would be on his doorstep, not his city, not his home, not his wife. 

Arivanya had always hated the city, the stables, but still, she hadn't deserved to be killed the way she was, at the hands of a madman. The only small blessing, a silver lining Ulundil clung to, was that you were there to catch the killer swiftly after, that he wasn't able to take and mutilated his departed wife like he did the other women. 

She hadn't liked you either, the legendary dragonborn, didn't like the way you hung around the stables, made yourself known to the people, made him smile when you let him ramble about his horses. 

She wouldn't of liked you being the person he found comfort in, but he couldn't bear to be alone. 

The first few times had strictly been for comfort, you'd held him as he cried, till the tears stopped, his head against your chest, heart beat lulling him to sleep in his exhaustion. He came to rely on that sweet sound, that constant thump in his ear that reminded someone was there, that you were with him, alive. 

The sound stirred things in him, made him hug you tighter, crying silently as he lay kisses upon your chest. It got out of hand after that. Humping is probably the best word he could think for it, long, desperate thrusts, sometimes he couldn't tell whether it was the bed or your leg he was rutting up against but it didn't matter, all that mattered was each thrust kept in time with that beat. That thumping beneath his cheek as he lost himself. You didn't dare say anything, only stroking through his blond locks, cupping his head to your chest as he hummed harder, faster, keeping in time with your rising heart beat. You bit your lip, intent to stay silent and listen to his breathless gasps, wet moans as he fought back sobs of pleasure rather than grief. 

His breath dampened your skin, panting as his own heart beat in time with yours, rushing and rising like his oncoming climax.

You clung to him, tethering him as he lost himself to pleasure, the feel of his trousers rough against your leg. 

You were still surprised to hear your name spilling from his lips - not hers - desperate and needy. Needy for you, to love him, to stay with him, to live. 

His climax wiped him out, breathless as he lay against your chest, hazy, damp cloth pressed between you both. His knee pressed against you, a hitch in your breath, and the hitch in your heart had him back in the room in an instant. With heavy limbs, he eased up, lips pressing against yours, body slotting against you to feel your blood pumping through you with every inch of him.

[incorrectskyrimquotes]

Arivanya: Why are Nords so weird about horses? They're just horses.

Ulundil: Are you sure?

Arivanya: *concerned expression*

[skyrimmin-orcfreak]

[bemey]

horse girl Ulundil

[nostalgic-breton-girl]

you know ulundil at the windhelm stables who’s all ‘i hope some day we’ll get to know each other better’

this game has friend mechanics. why some day? why not now? why can’t i be his friend? is he lying

[mapplestrudel]

"My pa used to say, 'there ain't no use worryin' about the things you can't change.' If it's my fate to be ended by a dragon, so be it. Meantime, I'll live my life the way I want to."  

- Ulundil

Shinji’s got a little crush on him :3

[1000fiction]

Day 21: Suspension ft. Ulundil

Relationship: F/M Species: Unspecified Warnings: NSFW, Whipping, Vaginal sex.

Summary: He’s innocent, polite, generous, a hard worker. There’s no other Altmer like him, let alone in Winterhold. So, when the Dragonborn pushes his buttons just a little bit, she finds he’s not so innocent, especially if you ask him nicely.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” The dragonborn wouldn’t deny she was nervous, the leather clinging to her thighs and arms was a new feeling, but she could see how worked up Ulundil was becoming from the pitching tent in his pants. He’d bound her with the horse tack before, but this was a whole new step, and whilst his body was sure his eyes shone with uncertainty, he didn’t want to hurt her, such a caring man he was. She made the effort to walk towards, humming as the leather pinched and squeezed her flesh, until she was draping her arms over his slender shoulders, fingers nimbly running through his hair.

“I trust you, and I want to do this.” He kissed her deeply, hands running over strained flesh and leather, caressing the plump build up of fat the straps pushed out. He was far too passionate a man for this world, a fact she’d found on their first night together, all pent up from his unfulfilled marriage. Auriel bless Arivanya’s soul but she hadn’t been right for him, a traditionalist, and certainly not willing to entertain the ideas they had.

“Okay.” He whispered softly, pulling away from her and moving quickly around the room. Firstly, he returned with this finest show bridle, brand new, and slipped it over her head. The metal bit pulled at her lips and clanked against her teeth, causing him to chuckle gently and the bitter face she made at the taste of metal. The noseband pressed against her head, keeping the bit in place, and the throatlatch was wound around her neck several times before he fastened it into place. She felt the loose reins brush against her ass, but not for long as he circled her to take hold, pulling her back into her original spot in the center of the room.

The next thing he collected was an armful of lead ropes, strong twine twisted together was a heavy metal clip at the end. With impressive precision he hurled the ropes over the rafters, catching the clips on their way down. He tied the end together, lifting himself up to test their hold. Once all were secured, he hung two more ropes, a padded girth strung between the two. Carefully, he guided her to it, helping her up onto it like a swing. He leaned her back, latching the clips onto the bands around her wrists. Next came the ankles, and soon she was able to lean back, fully held up by the ropes in the rafters.

He circled her several times, observing the way she swung slightly if he nudged her, the way her head fell back to follow his moves, the way her breasts had started to discolor from the bands wrapped tightly around each individual, and the way her pussy had started to give off the strong scent of arousal. He swallowed thickly as he came between her legs, parting her lips with his thumbs, a deep moan humming through his lips at the way it leaked, a loud blush coating his cheeks and ears, spreading to his neck as the scent filled his lungs. His eyes rolled back, salivating at the mere memory of her taste – she shimmied on her makeshift swing – she was getting impatient.

His shaft pressed hard against his trousers, making him bite his lip as he shuffled across the room. He would have to wait – for now he gathered up his riding crop, flicking it through the air experimentally, catching the sudden twitch she gave. He kept a distance, and struck, flattened end landing precisely on he nipple, her breast had been bound so tight it barely moved – so he upped the ante. He hit harder, circling her to smack at her breasts, ass, and thighs, angry red stripes marring her flesh. Each hit caused her to yelp, the erotism growing in each exclamation, she got off the more he hit her, and it was barbaric to think how much he got off on it too. He was about to land another hit on her thigh when he noticed the heavy strand of wetness drip to the floor and the lewd sound that he made caused his own cock to jolt impatiently.

“Ulundil.” His ears twitched. “Take me, please!” Her voice slurred around the bit, but the way she thrashed off the girth, buckles rattling along her body, till it sat against her lower back gave him enough incentive to move. The bands on her ankles now took all her lower weight, and her ass hung down to perfectly present her sweet, slick, quim.

The crop was forgotten on the floor as he loosened his own restraints, hopping out of his trousers on his way to her legs, where he nestled himself comfortably. He rested his cock on her slit, thrusting slowly, slicking the shaft and teasing the swelling bundle of nerves. She moaned wantonly, from the way his cock swept against her and the way his hands absentmindedly petted the burning flesh of her thighs and buttocks. Even in such a promiscuous position, he was still so caring.

He took heavy breaths as he guided himself into her, eyes locked on hers until he bottomed out – where she promptly let her head drop, the pleasure far too overwhelming. He locked his hands onto his forearms behind his back, huffing as he pushed his pelvis against her – moving her slightly – and withdrawing quickly. Gravity took care of the rest, and she swung back onto him until he was fully sheathed once more. The impact had them gasping in unison, and soon they found an easy pattern, slow, deep, thrusts that swung her away, and then swung her back onto him with blissful force. His hands pressed hard into his hips, pushing himself forward into her, desperate to ignore the temptation of just fucking her. “Oh by divines-!” his face was a picture of restrained pleasure, the sensations so good that holding back made them painful. Unwillingly, he grasped at her hips, a pained groan slipping through gritted teeth as he pushed her and pulled her manually.

“Oh gods-! Ulundil! Fuck me… please, gods, fuck me!” All she had to do was ask, that sweat pleading voice – although heavily slurred - still triggered something buried deep within him. He held her still, the buckles and clips rattling violently as he rutted into her, hips snapping violently to pound his cock into her. Hot breath fanned her stomach as he pressed his forehead against her, arms locked tightly around her as he rutted like an animal, feeling his cock swell inside her as he reached his climax. He cried out against her skin as he spurted into her, pulling out quickly, he humped the air as the last few shots fell to the floor.

He rested against her, the ropes holding them both up. It was the softest of chuckles that roused him from his stupor, pulling him from sweat-slicked skin to swipe back his hair, gazing over his lover with lidded eyes. They gazed back for a moment, but unable to hold their head up for too long, the way they let it lay back spurred him into action.

He removed the bridle first, their laugh echoing in the room as he nearly slipped on his own cum. Next was the ankles, then the wrists, and soon she was slipping off the girth and back onto the floor.

“I am sorry my darling, I wasn’t quite myself then.” He looked almost ashamed as he spoke, but she couldn’t fight the cheeky grin as she took his hands.

“Well then I do believe you owe me, and it just so happens I need help out of these.” He caught the way her breath hitched as she ran a hand over a tender breast, his ears perking at the not-so-hidden message. As quickly as he slipped out – he slipped back into his usual self, ready to treat his dragonborn to the greatest of aftercare.