It had been a long day. An auspicious day, do be certain, but a long one nonetheless. She had been traveling almost all day. Her morning had begun with bloodshed, which was not abnormal. Whiterun was not just a port of call, it was a payout. She stretched and sighed, sitting back. She had come to Dragonsreach, intending to collect the bounty on the bandits she had slaughtered that morning. However, when she stepped through the door, the first thing she saw had been Galmar Stonefist.

To say that his presence had been a shock would have been an understatement. She knew the Jarls and their courts. Or, she knew of them. She spent as little time in Windhelm as she possibly could, not wanting to be drawn into the civil war. And her last trip to Solitude had been the LAST, for the same reason. So, what was the Housecarl of the Jarl of Windhelm doing in Whiterun?

Oh. Attending the Moot. She had nearly left as soon as she realized that. Every Jarl in Skyrim was there! And most of them owed her money! However, curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she had deigned to stay. Vignar Grey-Mane would pay her still… right? Well… no, as it turned out. He was no longer the Jarl. Balgruuf the Greater had been returned to his place as Jarl. A voice in the back of her mind told her to take her gold and get the hell out.

But the Jarl of Whiterun was not looking at her like she was an asset. He was looking at her like she was a woman. That was rare enough, but he was hardly being subtle, was he? He certainly had pretty eyes… she mused, and found herself wondering what he looked like naked. He convinced her to stay, and she waited.

She sat with the Dunmeri Housecarl of Dragonsreach and waited for the High King's entourage to leave for Windhelm. While she waited, she drank. It seemed like hours before the Jarl returned and joined them. Irileth did not last. She excused herself and vanished, leaving the two Nords to their mead.

Svenja looked at him, feeling a slight awkwardness settle on her. "I don't think she likes me much…" she mused, trying to ease the feeling.

Balgruuf chuckled slightly. "Oh, don't worry about Irileth. She is as loyal as the day is long and is just concerned with my safety."

"Does she inspect all of your potential bed warmers?" she asked bluntly. Being coy had never availed her much, so why bother?

He sucked a breath in at the wrong moment and choked on his mead, coughing lightly to right himself. "Er… no? I generally don't have that many." His confession made him look at her again. "She is terrified about assassins, really…" This woman was very much unlike most of those that he had known. Yes, she was a bounty hunter, but what else?

"I can protect you for a night…" she commented, a smirk taking her pale face. "Are you alright?" Her hand settled on his thigh and moved up a bit before being removed. "Or… have you decided against… getting to know me better?"

A bit more aroused than he had expected, he shifted in his seat. "Of course not. Why would I?"

With a shrug of her powerful shoulders, she shook her head. "I have no idea. I have up trying to understand men a long time ago."

"Oh, I'm the same with women!" he chuckled. Well, she was witty. He had to give her that.

A giggle escaped her. "Women are easy for me. Of course… I am a woman."

His eyes moved down to her breastplate, shaped around what could only have been an ample bosom. "Oh… I noticed!"

She smirked again. "I'm so glad."

"Couldn't fail, really!" he informed her, eying her with appreciation. Her face was pale, but lovely. The curve of her jaw going into a graceful neck and then down to her shoulders and breasts… even in Ebony Chain, this woman was a wonder to behold. He felt the cool Ebony of her gauntlet rest on his leg again. It slid up to the top of his thigh and squeezed gently. A slight gasp escaped him, feeling his loins lurch. "Oh! Er… I think I need to be… in my chamber… soon. You know where it is?"

Svenja leaned back, settling both of her hands on the table. "No. I have never spent that much time in Dragonsreach." He rose and bid her to follow. A few moments later, she was looking around his bedchamber with wide eyes. Feeling a bit awed, the best she could manage was, "This is your bedchamber…" and felt silly for saying it.

He nodded, a small smile playing at his lips. "Yes. Where did you think I would take you? The main hall?"

Ah, the word "take" could have multiple meanings. She unclasped her armor and removed it, setting it on a chair neatly. She was not unaware of his eyes as they journeyed over her, nor the appreciative swear that left his lips. She smiled slightly, naked. "Well… now you know what I hide beneath it…" Suddenly, his eyes knew more than they should, and she looked away, her left hand covering a fresh scar on her right hip. "This is a bit awkward…" she mumbled.

The Jarl came back to life. "Why, Svenja?" His boots were removed, and then his circlet. He undid the chain portion of his clothing and slid from it.

She bit her lip, eyes trained to him, waiting. She wanted to know if her imagination had been even slightly accurate when she had undressed him with her eyes earlier. "Most men are just… on me and then gone…" she told him. It was true enough. Most tumbles began with mead, going from kissing to bed very quickly, and they never lasted very long.

"What a waste!" he declared, sliding from his Jarl's robes. "There." He smiled at her, naked. "Is that less uncomfortable?" Balgruuf was well trained with a sword, and had no shame about his body. She could look all she liked, so long as she did not mind him doing the same. Her legs were long, her feet a bit small. She was covered in pale skin that obviously did not see much of the sun, and beneath it, she was very strong. But her breasts were large and perked with pink nipples.

She shivered slightly under his gaze, her skin prickling. As she looked at him, her jaw slackened. She had not expected the sight that met her eyes. It was far better than the image she had conjured in her mind before! A few steps, and she could touch him. Her fingers settled on his firm stomach and trailed down slowly until the met his erection, which held most of her attention. He was long and hardened beneath her touch. This was going to be a good night.

"Are you alright? Mm?" he breathed in her ear. His hands rose and settled on her back, moving down slowly.

She was impressed. "You have a magnificent body…" she mused, pressing against him to kiss his jaw.

He raised both brows. Did she not want to take her time and enjoy this? "Well… thank you. I must say I have rarely seen such beauty."

Svenja sank her teeth into his neck gently, making his arousal jump, and pushed him backward toward his bed. "Well, don't just stand there gawping!" she hissed. The tops of her thighs were moist with her desire. It had been a while since her last tumble, and she felt an acute need.

He chuckled, gripping her rear. "I have no intention of only looking!" Ysmir, this woman was impatient!  Excitement roared through him with her demand for action.

She tipped him backward onto his bed and jumped onto him, straddling his hips with a grunt. "Then do something…!" Was she begging? Ordering? Did it matter? She wanted him inside her—now.

"Certainly!" he smirked. One of his hands reached up, found the back of her neck, and pulled her down for a passionate kiss. She tasted of mead, spicy. And her lips were so soft. Her hands pressed on his shoulders, her tongue wriggling into his mouth. She was a very quick and possessive lover, and he suddenly realized that if he did not claim control, she would never be satisfied. His pride would not allow that, for one. For another, he was a Jarl. Jarls were always in control.

She gasped when the kiss was broken and she was rolled off of him. She grunted, slightly frustrated at first, until she was pinned down in the center of the bed. Trying to sit was instantly rewarded by his lips being mashed back to hers, his knees resting just inside hers. She gripped his shoulders, arching up, trying to rub against him.

He set a hand on her hip and pushed down, flattening her back to bed. Her eyes had a wild look to them, and he wondered how much it would take to throw her over the edge. He slid his hand from her hip to her mound and pressed his palm to her. She took a sharp breath and moved against his hand. Balgruuf bent and bit her nipple, sliding his hand back and forth over her.

She ground on his palm, whimpering. Why would he not just take her?! His teeth! By all the gods! Those teeth teased her nipples, making her face flush and her mouth dry. His tongue flicked over her nipple, and he gave it a noisy suckle. She was unsure of what aroused her more: the sensation or the sound! His palm kept her pinned while she writhed beneath him. What was he waiting for?

He moved back up to her lips and kissed them, moving his hand over her once again. Her face contorted with need, and he slid two fingers inside. His thumb began to work back and forth over that tight bundle of nerves, and he watched her eyes flutter. She was clearly unused to any kind of petting, or at least attentiveness from a lover. His ministrations were quickly rewarded by a loud sigh. Her sex tightened around his fingers, and she went completely still before a pink hue colored her cheekbones.

She let out a ragged breath. That had been the most torturously teasing orgasm ever… but she had loved it! A whimper escaped her lips when he removed his hand from her. Would he take her now? Or tease her some more? Svenja's eyes went wide when he bit her collar, and she arched again. She was not interested in tenderness… she just wanted him to bury himself in her! But… oh, this felt so good!

He teased her with his fingertips for a moment before taking himself in his hand and pressing against her soft folds. He just could not wait any more. Her ruined face was a good start, but he wanted to hear her moan. Pressing inside, he took a deep breath, enjoying her hot wetness as he delved further and further into it. When he was finally sheathed within her, he kissed her again. She was marvelously tight, and her hips were already moving to set a pace. A pace he would match!

She rocked back and forth with the power of his thrusts and took ragged, quick breaths. Her breasts bounced with each movement of their hips, and she bit her lip when he started trailing kisses to her ear. He felt so good! She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, drawing him even deeper inside at the end of each thrust.

He fondled her breasts, tweaking her nipples, and reveled in her. She was quiet, but she felt amazing. Still, he wanted a moan. Even just a small one, but that was what he wanted. Dropping both hands to the mattress for support, he pounded into her hard, watching her eyes widen with the same pleasure that was making him grunt.

She held his shoulders, mouth opening, though not a sound came out. Her hand moved to his chest, and she brushed her fingers over his nipple. His buck was harder as a result, and a sly smile took her lips. "You like this… don't you…?" she mused, doing it again.

The Jarl groaned, grabbing her knee and unwrapping that leg to press her knee to her chest, pushing in deeper. A few thrusts later, he moved that hand to her center, pressing his fingers to her clit while he pounded into her with all his strength and speed.

Her hands fell back, and she began to writhe. Her body broke into a thin sheen of sweat, and she swallowed. She pulled her other knee back and held them, shutting her eyes to take him as deeply as she could. Her buildup was beginning again, and she was determined that it would not fade as so many had in the past with other lovers.

Balgruuf bent over her legs for a moment and grinned. "Svenja," he huffed, not slowing. "Look at me."

Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his. "Mm?" She was being bounced and rocked, and was loving every moment of it.

"I want you… to moan…!" he grunted out, his fingers moving in time with the rest of him.

Moan? She never… the coil tightened in her middle. Every bit of her sex suddenly became very sensitive, and his movements felt even better. She was close… so close… A soft sound came from her throat: her attempt at a moan. It sent her over the edge, her second orgasm crashing over her in powerful waves. She sucked a breath and made more noise than she ever had, though it was still fairly quiet.

Triumph! He pulled her legs back around him and kissed her with passion, his pace remaining the same. When her quaking ceased, her fingers found his nipples again, and he grit his teeth. Yes, he did like that. He liked it more than he ever admitted, and with her fingers working over him, it was not long before his member thickened, pulsed, and he came hard inside her. "Svenja!" he gasped. She was glorious!

She held him down to her when his last few thrusts were spent. She was more than impressed with him. It was a pity, she mused, that he was a Jarl. She might have been tempted to give him more than one night, had that not been the case.

The Jarl of Whiterun smoothed his hands over the woman he had been making love to. He would be ready again soon enough, and would find out if there were other ways to make her moan. Now that she had, once, he wanted to hear it again. He wanted to hear her moan his name.

It would be a long, exhausting night.