Where the Nord hid so much in public, he let loose while he kissed him, felt him all over. He was unchained and teasing, batting his eyes and sucking on his lower lip. Hair was spread pleasantly across his chest, It was as if the man was exposing himself in a mating dance, offering himself. The bosmer moaned in arousal simply watching him, stunned by the animal passion Vilkas kept hidden away.
Vilkas' lips descended down his stripped body, the Nord having torn his shirt to discover the elf's surprisingly broad and firm chest. He was perfectly hairy, running his warrior's hands through brown strands, stroking his inhuman scent to life. There was pale, raised scars across his body, a perfect symmetry among old wounds- ritual scarification. Vilkas stared at them in hunger as his mouth wrapped around the mer's lovely cock.
He wetted him, made the shocked elf shudder and thrust before an iota of concern came to him. “Vilkas, you don't have to..”
He only sucked harder, pulling away to stare up at him, his voice deep with need “I'm getting you wet, how else are you going to fuck me?” The mer's cock jolted , swelling in Vilkas' mouth making the man purr with appreciation. “That's what you want, right?” He moaned, sounding bitter under his arousal. He couldn't lie. He wanted to, and Vilkas spread his legs open before him, laying on his back.
“Come on,” Vilkas whined when he felt the cock rest at his hole, whatever he was going to say next came out as a silky, wonderful moan.
Vilkas found pleasure in the pain, head thrown back and mouth agape while the bosmer carefully pierced him. He didn't stop until he felt hips against his ass, seeing the mer staring down at him in heated concentration.
“Are you alright?” Vilkas gasped in response, he wasn't, but he would be. He moved again, the nord's passage feeling a tremendous heat that made his entire body shake. He did it again, and then again. Their tongues tangled and the pace of their dance was set.
Fucking him was like poetry, his body jolted and writhed, twisted around him like beautiful words making the mer's own body dance up against him, unabashedly whorish and desperate. Vilkas' back curled if his hands where bound, not allowing their lips to separate from a kiss that was almost overwhelmingly passionate for him to adjust to. Vilkas desperately ate his face, tasted him and seethed between his teeth when he had a lip sunken between his teeth.
“Are you going to fuck me, or what?” He would gasp out, his accent so thick. “Don't just lay there like a fool. I want it harder.” Vilkas' legs tangled around his waist, humping up on the mans hips and urging him. “Bless you!” he cried in heated exasperation, fucking him as if his life depended on it. The elf didn't know that fine breadth between the man and the beast in Vilkas while they rutted, it was wonderful.
Looking into that face, eyes soaked in pleasure and bloodshot, he didn't think he was going to last. Vilkas was tighter than he could imagine, the nord started to gasp and shudder, spreading his legs wider to take him in. “Gods, you need to keep going-” Vilkas moaned up to him, shaking and unable to do anything other than feel the cock inside him. “Do you want to cum for me?” Dragonborn whispered, feeling hot breath puffing his ear. “Yes,” Vilkas gasped “Gods yes!”
Muses and Mead 15/16
Vilkas' lips descended down his stripped body, the Nord having torn his shirt to discover the elf's surprisingly broad and firm chest. He was perfectly hairy, running his warrior's hands through brown strands, stroking his inhuman scent to life. There was pale, raised scars across his body, a perfect symmetry among old wounds- ritual scarification. Vilkas stared at them in hunger as his mouth wrapped around the mer's lovely cock.
He wetted him, made the shocked elf shudder and thrust before an iota of concern came to him. “Vilkas, you don't have to..”
He only sucked harder, pulling away to stare up at him, his voice deep with need “I'm getting you wet, how else are you going to fuck me?” The mer's cock jolted , swelling in Vilkas' mouth making the man purr with appreciation. “That's what you want, right?” He moaned, sounding bitter under his arousal. He couldn't lie. He wanted to, and Vilkas spread his legs open before him, laying on his back.
“Come on,” Vilkas whined when he felt the cock rest at his hole, whatever he was going to say next came out as a silky, wonderful moan.
Vilkas found pleasure in the pain, head thrown back and mouth agape while the bosmer carefully pierced him. He didn't stop until he felt hips against his ass, seeing the mer staring down at him in heated concentration.
“Are you alright?” Vilkas gasped in response, he wasn't, but he would be. He moved again, the nord's passage feeling a tremendous heat that made his entire body shake. He did it again, and then again. Their tongues tangled and the pace of their dance was set.
Fucking him was like poetry, his body jolted and writhed, twisted around him like beautiful words making the mer's own body dance up against him, unabashedly whorish and desperate. Vilkas' back curled if his hands where bound, not allowing their lips to separate from a kiss that was almost overwhelmingly passionate for him to adjust to. Vilkas desperately ate his face, tasted him and seethed between his teeth when he had a lip sunken between his teeth.
“Are you going to fuck me, or what?” He would gasp out, his accent so thick. “Don't just lay there like a fool. I want it harder.” Vilkas' legs tangled around his waist, humping up on the mans hips and urging him. “Bless you!” he cried in heated exasperation, fucking him as if his life depended on it. The elf didn't know that fine breadth between the man and the beast in Vilkas while they rutted, it was wonderful.
Looking into that face, eyes soaked in pleasure and bloodshot, he didn't think he was going to last. Vilkas was tighter than he could imagine, the nord started to gasp and shudder, spreading his legs wider to take him in. “Gods, you need to keep going-” Vilkas moaned up to him, shaking and unable to do anything other than feel the cock inside him. “Do you want to cum for me?” Dragonborn whispered, feeling hot breath puffing his ear. “Yes,” Vilkas gasped “Gods yes!”