Kinks so far relationship:Het kink:size_difference kink:oral kink:face_sitting Kink:femme_domme kink:pegging Kink:frotting
Mashagam sipped mead and watched the dark eyed man standing at the counter. "Polish that wood any harder and there won't be much left" she chuckled at him. The flush that crept over his features was priceless. Masha grinned, before she turned back to mulling over her mead and weapons.
Elrindir glanced at the woman in the corner. Tall, even by Orsimer standards, her dark hair streaked through with gray. It denoted that she wasn't a young adventurer; though from what he could see, one whom had aged gracefully. Masha ensured the arrows she'd purchased from the elf were firmly placed in the matching quiver, and stood, sauntering over to the bar. She cocked her head to the side, grinning softly as Elrindir continued to try and get every speck of dust out of the spotless counter top
"Anything else I can help you with my Orsimer friend?" He chirped. It was late, the other patrons had gone home for the evening. His brother was out cavorting in the wilds, as usual.
"Well, that depends on how honest you wish for me to be?" Masha grinned, flashing teeth.
"If there's a problem with the mead or the arrows I-" Elrindir began defensively. Magasha made shushing gesture, finger resting on the elf’s lips, and rocked back on her heels.
"Calm down, little elf, the mead was the finest I've had in ages and the arrows are excellently crafted. Now, to the point. It's late, and the night is chilly. Would you care to share a bed with me? I can even cover the cost at the Bannered Mare if you'd like?" Licking her lips, Mashagam made no secret about what she was implying.
Elrindir swallowed, letting his gaze fall downward. It had been a long time since he'd been with anyone, let alone another mer. It was tempting, and he had to admit living in Skyrim had given him a bit of an affinity for tall women.
Finally, he looked up and gave a nod "Yes, though we don't need to purchase a room, mine's just upstairs, though I’ll need to lock up..." Wandering out from behind the bar he gave her another sheepish glance, taking in her height. She was at least a head taller than himself, though armor hid the specifics of her figure. He fumbled with the various latches for a few seconds, before gesturing for her to follow him.
Mashagam growled in satisfaction, and with one quick motion wrapped her arm around the elf’s waist, hoisting him up and over her shoulder. Elrindir gave a surprised yelp, but did have to admit the view of Masha's cleavage was a lovely one. Jaunting quickly upstairs, Mashagam found the bedroom in short order. None too gently she deposited Elrindir onto the bed and took to the task of pulling his shirt and boots off hastily. The fire in her blue eyes made him swallow audibly, and look away, suddenly shy. She made a noise low in her throat, and as if to force his attention back to her, began dragging her mouth along his neck and ears.
"Snu Snu" F!Orc DB/Elrinder 1/?
Mashagam sipped mead and watched the dark eyed man standing at the counter. "Polish that wood any harder and there won't be much left" she chuckled at him. The flush that crept over his features was priceless. Masha grinned, before she turned back to mulling over her mead and weapons.
Elrindir glanced at the woman in the corner. Tall, even by Orsimer standards, her dark hair streaked through with gray. It denoted that she wasn't a young adventurer; though from what he could see, one whom had aged gracefully. Masha ensured the arrows she'd purchased from the elf were firmly placed in the matching quiver, and stood, sauntering over to the bar. She cocked her head to the side, grinning softly as Elrindir continued to try and get every speck of dust out of the spotless counter top
"Anything else I can help you with my Orsimer friend?" He chirped. It was late, the other patrons had gone home for the evening. His brother was out cavorting in the wilds, as usual.
"Well, that depends on how honest you wish for me to be?" Masha grinned, flashing teeth.
"If there's a problem with the mead or the arrows I-" Elrindir began defensively.
Magasha made shushing gesture, finger resting on the elf’s lips, and rocked back on her heels.
"Calm down, little elf, the mead was the finest I've had in ages and the arrows are excellently crafted. Now, to the point. It's late, and the night is chilly. Would you care to share a bed with me? I can even cover the cost at the Bannered Mare if you'd like?" Licking her lips, Mashagam made no secret about what she was implying.
Elrindir swallowed, letting his gaze fall downward. It had been a long time since he'd been with anyone, let alone another mer. It was tempting, and he had to admit living in Skyrim had given him a bit of an affinity for tall women.
Finally, he looked up and gave a nod "Yes, though we don't need to purchase a room, mine's just upstairs, though I’ll need to lock up..." Wandering out from behind the bar he gave her another sheepish glance, taking in her height. She was at least a head taller than himself, though armor hid the specifics of her figure. He fumbled with the various latches for a few seconds, before gesturing for her to follow him.
Mashagam growled in satisfaction, and with one quick motion wrapped her arm around the elf’s waist, hoisting him up and over her shoulder. Elrindir gave a surprised yelp, but did have to admit the view of Masha's cleavage was a lovely one. Jaunting quickly upstairs, Mashagam found the bedroom in short order. None too gently she deposited Elrindir onto the bed and took to the task of pulling his shirt and boots off hastily. The fire in her blue eyes made him swallow audibly, and look away, suddenly shy. She made a noise low in her throat, and as if to force his attention back to her, began dragging her mouth along his neck and ears.