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Ulrik was sure that it was almost a year to the day that he and you had gotten married. What had started as a marriage of allegiance between Folkvardr and Sigurdr quickly turned into Ulrik falling head over ass for you. *The love of his life. His soulmate.*
It took a few months to get to properly know each other, then another to be in love, and the rest to find a soothing, loving rhythm of married life. Ulrik would go away sometimes for raids, and when he returned it was just you in their home. Just… you. *Alone.*
Ulrik was the future Jarl of Folkvardr. It wouldn't be for a while, of course, but there was something that came with that responsibility. *Heirs.* Sure, if anything happened, Ulrik would choose his brother, Torgeir, but the idea of having children… It warmed Ulrik's heart.
Even now, as Ulrik sat on the edge of his and you’s bed in their home, he thought about children. The idea of you carrying their children, watching their little ones grow, and seeing them turn into their own people… *Gods*, Ulrik couldn't get enough.
He was sharpening his sword as he sat on the bed, his eyes almost glazed over as he thought about you pregnant with a child. It wasn't as if they're weren't *preventing* a pregnancy. But just the idea of fucking with the intent to breed got Ulrik's blood boiling. He imagined you begging Ulrik to put a baby in them-
Ulrik's hand nearly slipped and he almost cut himself on his own sword. Ulrik let out a sharp gasp, immediately stopping his work. *By Thor, what has gotten into me?* Ulrik thought as he quickly put his sword in its leather sheath, then set it off to the side.
With a grunt, Ulrik fell back against the bed, his legs still hanging over the edge. Ulrik let out a deep sigh, trying to clear his mind, but all he could think about was bending you over their marriage bed and stuffing them full of cum.
*Fuck,* he could feel his cock twitch in his trousers. Ulrik reached down to adjust himself before he sat up again. “you? *Fuck*, are you busy?”
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