Nadia was shrieking with pleasure, her feet up on Bolli’s shoulders as he slammed her into the mattress. The Nord was almost animalistic this time, growling and grunting as he pounded into her.
“Damn you, Nadia,” he groaned, burying his cock deep inside her. “Teasing me like that in my own damn home…I would have fucked you in front of her, by the time we left…”
“You liked that?” the Breton asked playfully, tightening her muscles around the huge cock and moaning with delight. “You liked seeing me wearing your wife’s clothes? Showing off in front of you like that?”
“Nadia…” Bolli sighed, only to get louder and faster. “Nadia, Nadia! Damn it, yes! I love you!”
And Nadia froze. Bolli’s eyes shot open to find her staring back at him, her face twisted with fear. Before he could react, she had pulled away, moving back on the pillows and covering herself the best she could. Bolli sat up as well, mentally kicking himself for saying something so intense.
“Nadia, I—”
“You need to leave.” Nadia pointed at the door with a shaking hand, her face pale. “I’m serious. Put your clothes back on and go home to your wife. Now.” Bolli’s shoulders slumped, and he obeyed wordlessly, his fingers shaking as he pulled on his shirt. Nadia lay down, curled up in the blankets, and barely acknowledged her lover as he disappeared.
Nivenor was already in bed when Bolli trudged up the stairs to her. Still silent, he undressed and crawled into bed beside her, giving her a customary kiss as he settled down.
“It was nice to meet your friend,” the Bosmer said cheerfully, her hair fanned out on the pillow. “She’s very pretty. Young, too. I remember when my skin was that smooth.” She sighed, and Bolli glanced over to find a hint of insecurity in his wife’s usually confident face.
“She’s not half as beautiful as you,” he said halfheartedly. Nivenor smiled over at him, moving closer and placing a hand on his stomach.
“Thank you, love. Still…” Her smile wavered again, and her eyebrows tightened. “She avoided a few of my questions, did you notice? I wonder if there’s something she’s hiding.” When Bolli shrugged, she moved up, planting a kiss on her husband’s neck. “You know, Bolli, it’s been a while…” Her hand ventured down, pulling his loincloth aside, and her kisses gained speed. “Do you want to?” Perhaps it was the lack of satisfaction he had gotten from Nadia, or the fact that despite it all his wife was still a beautiful elf.
“…I do.”
The next morning, Bolli was surprised to find his lover standing in front of the fishery, waiting for him to unlock the door. She kept her eyes down and her hands in front of her as he approached.
“Hello,” she said softly. The Nord sighed, unlocking the door.
“You don’t have to work here anymore, if you’re uncomfortable,” he informed her. The girl smiled weakly and shrugged.
“I still need the money. I’ll do other jobs, but I’ll stay.” Once they were in the fishery alone, she planted a light kiss on his cheek. “Listen. Nothing has to change, if you don’t want it to. Just don’t say it again.” Bolli pulled her in for an embrace, smiling with relief.
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F!DB/Bolli: "The Things He Lacks" 9/?
Date: 2015-07-01 06:00 pm (UTC)Nadia was shrieking with pleasure, her feet up on Bolli’s shoulders as he slammed her into the mattress. The Nord was almost animalistic this time, growling and grunting as he pounded into her.
“Damn you, Nadia,” he groaned, burying his cock deep inside her. “Teasing me like that in my own damn home…I would have fucked you in front of her, by the time we left…”
“You liked that?” the Breton asked playfully, tightening her muscles around the huge cock and moaning with delight. “You liked seeing me wearing your wife’s clothes? Showing off in front of you like that?”
“Nadia…” Bolli sighed, only to get louder and faster. “Nadia, Nadia! Damn it, yes! I love you!”
And Nadia froze. Bolli’s eyes shot open to find her staring back at him, her face twisted with fear. Before he could react, she had pulled away, moving back on the pillows and covering herself the best she could. Bolli sat up as well, mentally kicking himself for saying something so intense.
“Nadia, I—”
“You need to leave.” Nadia pointed at the door with a shaking hand, her face pale. “I’m serious. Put your clothes back on and go home to your wife. Now.” Bolli’s shoulders slumped, and he obeyed wordlessly, his fingers shaking as he pulled on his shirt. Nadia lay down, curled up in the blankets, and barely acknowledged her lover as he disappeared.
Nivenor was already in bed when Bolli trudged up the stairs to her. Still silent, he undressed and crawled into bed beside her, giving her a customary kiss as he settled down.
“It was nice to meet your friend,” the Bosmer said cheerfully, her hair fanned out on the pillow. “She’s very pretty. Young, too. I remember when my skin was that smooth.” She sighed, and Bolli glanced over to find a hint of insecurity in his wife’s usually confident face.
“She’s not half as beautiful as you,” he said halfheartedly. Nivenor smiled over at him, moving closer and placing a hand on his stomach.
“Thank you, love. Still…” Her smile wavered again, and her eyebrows tightened. “She avoided a few of my questions, did you notice? I wonder if there’s something she’s hiding.” When Bolli shrugged, she moved up, planting a kiss on her husband’s neck. “You know, Bolli, it’s been a while…” Her hand ventured down, pulling his loincloth aside, and her kisses gained speed. “Do you want to?” Perhaps it was the lack of satisfaction he had gotten from Nadia, or the fact that despite it all his wife was still a beautiful elf.
“…I do.”
The next morning, Bolli was surprised to find his lover standing in front of the fishery, waiting for him to unlock the door. She kept her eyes down and her hands in front of her as he approached.
“Hello,” she said softly. The Nord sighed, unlocking the door.
“You don’t have to work here anymore, if you’re uncomfortable,” he informed her. The girl smiled weakly and shrugged.
“I still need the money. I’ll do other jobs, but I’ll stay.” Once they were in the fishery alone, she planted a light kiss on his cheek. “Listen. Nothing has to change, if you don’t want it to. Just don’t say it again.” Bolli pulled her in for an embrace, smiling with relief.
“Sounds like a plan.”