"If I didn't know any better," his free hand undid the laces holding her shirt closed, exposing more of her chest to his branding tongue and teeth, "I'd say you were enjoying this."
"Stop..," she could barely form words in between her ragged cries, "stop talking."
His fingers stilled inside of her, the assault grinding to a halt.
"That's no way to speak to your superior." She visibly shuddered, a chill running through her as he pulled himself away, with only his fingers connecting the two of them. "Unless you'd rather I leave you like this."
"No!" She burst out, long before she had a moment to collect herself, "no, no please,"
"Then beg." His command rang sharply in her ears, his hand working against her with just enough pressure to keep her in a frenzy. "Beg, and I might even indulge you."
Agonising seconds ticked on as she attempted to regain herself, but his fingers made sure that pleasure was on the forefront of her mind. The alcohol through her system was like smog; acrid heat which clouded any possibilities of reason, and every moment pinned under his scrutiny chipped away at whatever stubborn pride she may have had left.
"P-please..-" her breath caught in her throat as his thumb brushed agonisingly close to her clit.
"Please, what." he gripped her chin like a vice, forcing her sight up to meet his own.
"Please, Master Frey..-," she creaked, eyes darting away as she bit her lip.
"You'll have to do better than that."
"Oh gods-, Guildmaster, please," she whimpered, pleas soaked in desperation.
"Go on," he smirked, just enough to flash a hint of teeth.
She couldn't think; she could barely force air into her lungs, body thrumming with such intense, seething need. Heart pounding in her ears, tingling extremities, the fog in her mind latching onto her only hope for release. Following a sudden, precise quirk of fingers, something in her mind snapped.
"F-fuck me! Please-, please, Guildmaster, I-" Situation be damned, pride be damned, none of it mattered as trembling appeals poured from her swollen lips. "I need more-, Master Frey, I need you, please!"
And indulge her he did.
Her scream resounded against the walls as he slid into her, legs wrapped firmly around his waist. Her back dug against the wall as he surged into her, teeth latching onto her earlobe.
"How often have you thought about this, hmm?" One hand supported her seat, the other toying roughly with a breast, "did I take you against a wall, like this?" She buried her face into the crook of his neck, her cries only partially drowned out as she rolled her hips to meet his, "or was it bent over my desk, in the Cistern?" He growled in her ear between just audible breaths, leaving jolting bites along the shell, "or did I break into your house, and take you bound to your own bed?" Latching onto the slope of her neck, he sucked, hard, drawing blood to the surface of her skin, thrusts intensifying with each passing drive. "Maybe next time I'll put that mouth of yours to good use; show the Guild who's really in charge."
It only took a few well timed tweaks with his fingers to send her hurtling over the edge, body arching as she screamed in wild abandon, cling for dear life as she tensed around him. He kept up the assault, plunging into her without mercy as a second orgasm coursed through her. As he approached release, he bit down onto her neck, hard enough to draw blood and leave jagged indentations in its wake. He pressed her into the wall, spilling inside her as he stifled a howl of pleasure.
A few moments later, he was already removed from her person, leaving her breathless and still trembling against the wall.
"Try not to get into trouble," he sneered, the smug sense of self-satisfaction coming off in waves. He was already completely composed, just as he had been for almost the entirety of the evening. "I expect you early in the morning," was his final order before soundlessly disappearing into the shadows.
Intemperance (Mercer Frey/F!Dragonborn) -- 3/3
"If I didn't know any better," his free hand undid the laces holding her shirt closed, exposing more of her chest to his branding tongue and teeth, "I'd say you were enjoying this."
"Stop..," she could barely form words in between her ragged cries, "stop talking."
His fingers stilled inside of her, the assault grinding to a halt.
"That's no way to speak to your superior." She visibly shuddered, a chill running through her as he pulled himself away, with only his fingers connecting the two of them. "Unless you'd rather I leave you like this."
"No!" She burst out, long before she had a moment to collect herself, "no, no please,"
"Then beg." His command rang sharply in her ears, his hand working against her with just enough pressure to keep her in a frenzy. "Beg, and I might even indulge you."
Agonising seconds ticked on as she attempted to regain herself, but his fingers made sure that pleasure was on the forefront of her mind. The alcohol through her system was like smog; acrid heat which clouded any possibilities of reason, and every moment pinned under his scrutiny chipped away at whatever stubborn pride she may have had left.
"P-please..-" her breath caught in her throat as his thumb brushed agonisingly close to her clit.
"Please, what." he gripped her chin like a vice, forcing her sight up to meet his own.
"Please, Master Frey..-," she creaked, eyes darting away as she bit her lip.
"You'll have to do better than that."
"Oh gods-, Guildmaster, please," she whimpered, pleas soaked in desperation.
"Go on," he smirked, just enough to flash a hint of teeth.
She couldn't think; she could barely force air into her lungs, body thrumming with such intense, seething need. Heart pounding in her ears, tingling extremities, the fog in her mind latching onto her only hope for release. Following a sudden, precise quirk of fingers, something in her mind snapped.
"F-fuck me! Please-, please, Guildmaster, I-" Situation be damned, pride be damned, none of it mattered as trembling appeals poured from her swollen lips. "I need more-, Master Frey, I need you, please!"
And indulge her he did.
Her scream resounded against the walls as he slid into her, legs wrapped firmly around his waist. Her back dug against the wall as he surged into her, teeth latching onto her earlobe.
"How often have you thought about this, hmm?" One hand supported her seat, the other toying roughly with a breast, "did I take you against a wall, like this?" She buried her face into the crook of his neck, her cries only partially drowned out as she rolled her hips to meet his, "or was it bent over my desk, in the Cistern?" He growled in her ear between just audible breaths, leaving jolting bites along the shell, "or did I break into your house, and take you bound to your own bed?" Latching onto the slope of her neck, he sucked, hard, drawing blood to the surface of her skin, thrusts intensifying with each passing drive. "Maybe next time I'll put that mouth of yours to good use; show the Guild who's really in charge."
It only took a few well timed tweaks with his fingers to send her hurtling over the edge, body arching as she screamed in wild abandon, cling for dear life as she tensed around him. He kept up the assault, plunging into her without mercy as a second orgasm coursed through her. As he approached release, he bit down onto her neck, hard enough to draw blood and leave jagged indentations in its wake. He pressed her into the wall, spilling inside her as he stifled a howl of pleasure.
A few moments later, he was already removed from her person, leaving her breathless and still trembling against the wall.
"Try not to get into trouble," he sneered, the smug sense of self-satisfaction coming off in waves. He was already completely composed, just as he had been for almost the entirety of the evening. "I expect you early in the morning," was his final order before soundlessly disappearing into the shadows.