Offer him a release

You sit up on your bedroll and look over at your master. He tries to hide it, but the anxiety is getting to him. If he doesn't get good sleep, he'll struggle in the melee, you're sure of it. You suspect you could help him relax, if only he'd let you.

"Sir?" you say quietly.

"What is it Eric?" he responds, his tone weary.

"Can I help you...relax?" you ask.

Ulfric lifts himself up a little and looks at you. "What do you mean boy?" he says his tone shifting to one of indignation.

"I mean...what you did that night...I don't mind" you say. This is the first you've spoken about it and Ulfric has never even so much as alluded to it.

Ulfric lies still and you can barely breathe. The air becomes thick with tension, a tension so unbearable that you would honestly rather him yell at you and kick you out into the cold night than continue this agonising silence.

"You...were awake?" he asks, quietly. His expression is difficult to read; it's mostly blank. You nod, suddenly the silence becoming a sacred presence you dare not break. He acknowledges your nod with one of his own. He doesn't seem to be angry, maybe slightly embarrassed by your admission. He lays back down on his bedroll, closes his eyes and lies still, resting his head on his arms, crossed behind his head. You're unsure what he expects until he slowly spreads his legs apart, the blanket sliding across a noticeable bulge. Without a word, you sense his permission has been granted.

Your heart begins to pound as you crawl, trembling, over to his side. For a moment you just sit by his side and look at him, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. You know you have to touch him before you lose your nerve, but the moment is so important to you. You place your hand on his stomach, a fairly neutral place to begin. You feel his stomach muscles tense in response to your touch, but then relax. His breathing slows down and you feel the build up of tension finally break. You're touching Ulfric and it's good. He knows, he's allowing you...he wants you to.

You run your fingers over his stomach, slowly, enjoying the feel of his body hair sliding beneath your palm, and carefully pull the blanket aside, leaving him exposed for all but his underwear. Beneath the linen, Ulfric stands fully errect, straining against the cloth. You release the drawstring and slide the thin linen down his legs, Ulfric arching his back to allow it to pass beneath him, his cock standing tall and proud before you. It's easily 9, maybe ten inches long and thick. The head of his cock flares into a mushroomesque bulb which his foreskin pull back from, revealing a pinkish purple tip.

You lean in to kiss his chest, while your hand runs up his inner thigh until you feel his balls brush against your thumb. You stroke them gently with the back of your hand, while your kissing works across to his hard nipples, taking the closest one into your mouth and flicking your tongue across it, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from Ulfric.

You release his nipple and make your way south, savouring the slightly salty flavour of his sweat as you kiss and lick your way across his abdomen, ever closer to the main event. You move your hand up from his balls and grasp the shaft, pulling the skin back gently to release the purple head of his cock. Then, taking a deep breath, you lower your mouth onto it.

Ulfric releases another sigh and you feel more tension release from him. The tip is salty, saltier than the sweat you tasted on your way down and it has a musky tang. You slip your mouth down as far as you can go, before your throat rebels and forces you back up. You barely managed half of his member. You lick the full length, from his sack to the very tip, then, wrapping your hand firmly around the base, you take him into your mouth once again, until your lips meet your hand. It's a struggle, but you just manage it. You begin to move your head up and down Ulfric's shaft, running your tongue around the head as you come up.

You come up briefly to take a breath and look up to see Ulfric looking down at you, his face flush with arousal. He gently places his hand on the back of your head and lowers you back towards his cock, not that you need encouraging to returning to sucking him. You begin again with renewed enthusiasm, sucking and twisting your head and hand in opposite directions, Ulfric moaning ecstatically. His hand slides down your back and to your thigh and then up to your groin where he find your throbbing cock. You moan as he rubs across your bulge, running his hand up to find your waistband and slipping inside, taking your cock in his hand. You shudder with unexpected pleasure as he firmly takes you in hand and gently works his fist up and down your 7 inches.

"Don't stop" he murmurs, your efforts stalling briefly while you enjoy his touch. You suck his cock briskly, hoping to finish him before you explode over Ulfric's hand. Your hips move back and forth instinctively and Ulfric allows you to fuck his hand while you pleasure him. You're unable to contain yourself any longer and you shoot your load into Ulfric's hand, moaning loudly onto the engorged head of his cock. A minute or to more of sucking rewards you with a mouth full of Ulfric's seed. Load after load shoots into your mouth as Ulfric's body twists in orgasm. You swallow his gift and milk him with your hand to release the last drops. You sit up to see Ulfric laying, exhausted but completely relaxed. He withdraws his hand from your trousers and wipes your load onto the bedroll. He looks at you with a deep, piercing gaze. "Thank you" he says, his voice barely more than a whisper.

"You're welcome" you say, adding "sir" with a smile.

Ulfric sits up, and placing his hand behind your neck, pulls you in. His lips meet yours before pulling away to smile at you.

You spend the night in his arms.