"It will be easier for you if you relax," Mercer suggested. He waited a moment as Nessa forced herself to relax. It was difficult. She couldn't breathe and felt gagged. His taste could only be described as masculine despite Ness never having tasted a man before. And gods damn her for feeling so turned on by his little noises of pleasure as her mouth unwillingly constricted around his erection.
Finally, she submitted and found it a little easier to breathe, but only a little. Her knuckles were snow white from where she had tightened her hands into fists holding handfuls of Mercer's leather pants.
"Don't forget to breathe," Mercer warned her as he petted her hair, "and you'll be fine, my dear." Then he was thrusting into her mouth, hard and fast. She tried to follow his advice, but panic settled back in and she writhed under Mercer's grasp, but he wouldn't let her stand or pull away.
When he came, his hot seed made her cough and gag, but he wouldn't withdraw until she swallowed every drop. "You did well," he said softly, wiping away a tear with the pad of his thumb. His praise made her feel ridiculously proud.
"Thank you, Master Frey," Nessa whispered. Her throat hurt and her knees her. She must look so childish with tears in her eyes and the bit of snot on her nose, but she never felt as much as an adult in that moment. She had pleased a man and he had told her she had done a good job!
She looked up in wonder when Mercer placed his hands on hers as she started to close her top.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked.
"I thought we were done, sir?" she said, cautiously. She had heard that men, especially older ones, couldn't get hard again after they had spilled their load for at least a day.
"Oh, my dear, we're just getting started," Mercer chuckled. He pointed to the table where Vex often sat when she ate dinner. "Take off your pants and get on the table."
The thought to disobey never crossed Nessa's mind as she quickly obeyed. When she settled onto the table's surface, she had the fleeting thought of how uncomfortable she was going to feel next time she saw Vex eat here, but then quickly pushed it away.
Mercer pulled up a chair and sat on it before grabbing Nessa's legs and pulling on them until she was propped on the edge. "Now I get to find out if you're a screamer," he said mysteriously before he leaned forward and pressed his lips against her folds.
"Ah!" Nessa moaned as the older thief's tongue flicked against her swollen nub. His fingers were sliding her along her mound, trailing along every inch of skin. She felt a moment of embarrassment at how wet Mercer's fingers must be from touching her down there. She was soaked through and hadn't noticed until she took off her pants and saw the damp patch in the crotch.
Then his fingers were in her and gods she almost came there. She had tried touching herself a few times, but it was hard to find enough privacy to really explore her body and the attempts had resulted in nothing of interest. But this, oh sweet Dibella, this was something completely different! Mercer stroked his fingers in her as if he had done it a thousand times before.
Heat was not just pooling into her loins, it was goddamn flooding. Her sex felt like it was hot much like sitting next to a hearth fire after being outside all day, but so much more pleasant. Her legs had gone completely limb draped over Mercer's legs, but her feet tingled with sensation sending trills of electricity back up her calves.
"Oh gods, Mercer," she moaned. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do."
"Foolish child," Mercer teased. His fingers slid from her dripping pussy and into her ass. Nessa gasped as she clenched around the foreign feeling of something in that place. He wiggled, stretching her as he stroked. Mercer wasted no time thrusting his other hand's index finger into her cunt, filling her. "Sex is like everything else in life. You chase what feels good until you can't stand it anymore."
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Virtue of Pleasure 6/?
Date: 2013-04-12 05:32 am (UTC)"It will be easier for you if you relax," Mercer suggested. He waited a moment as Nessa forced herself to relax. It was difficult. She couldn't breathe and felt gagged. His taste could only be described as masculine despite Ness never having tasted a man before. And gods damn her for feeling so turned on by his little noises of pleasure as her mouth unwillingly constricted around his erection.
Finally, she submitted and found it a little easier to breathe, but only a little. Her knuckles were snow white from where she had tightened her hands into fists holding handfuls of Mercer's leather pants.
"Don't forget to breathe," Mercer warned her as he petted her hair, "and you'll be fine, my dear." Then he was thrusting into her mouth, hard and fast. She tried to follow his advice, but panic settled back in and she writhed under Mercer's grasp, but he wouldn't let her stand or pull away.
When he came, his hot seed made her cough and gag, but he wouldn't withdraw until she swallowed every drop. "You did well," he said softly, wiping away a tear with the pad of his thumb. His praise made her feel ridiculously proud.
"Thank you, Master Frey," Nessa whispered. Her throat hurt and her knees her. She must look so childish with tears in her eyes and the bit of snot on her nose, but she never felt as much as an adult in that moment. She had pleased a man and he had told her she had done a good job!
She looked up in wonder when Mercer placed his hands on hers as she started to close her top.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked.
"I thought we were done, sir?" she said, cautiously. She had heard that men, especially older ones, couldn't get hard again after they had spilled their load for at least a day.
"Oh, my dear, we're just getting started," Mercer chuckled. He pointed to the table where Vex often sat when she ate dinner. "Take off your pants and get on the table."
The thought to disobey never crossed Nessa's mind as she quickly obeyed. When she settled onto the table's surface, she had the fleeting thought of how uncomfortable she was going to feel next time she saw Vex eat here, but then quickly pushed it away.
Mercer pulled up a chair and sat on it before grabbing Nessa's legs and pulling on them until she was propped on the edge. "Now I get to find out if you're a screamer," he said mysteriously before he leaned forward and pressed his lips against her folds.
"Ah!" Nessa moaned as the older thief's tongue flicked against her swollen nub. His fingers were sliding her along her mound, trailing along every inch of skin. She felt a moment of embarrassment at how wet Mercer's fingers must be from touching her down there. She was soaked through and hadn't noticed until she took off her pants and saw the damp patch in the crotch.
Then his fingers were in her and gods she almost came there. She had tried touching herself a few times, but it was hard to find enough privacy to really explore her body and the attempts had resulted in nothing of interest. But this, oh sweet Dibella, this was something completely different! Mercer stroked his fingers in her as if he had done it a thousand times before.
Heat was not just pooling into her loins, it was goddamn flooding. Her sex felt like it was hot much like sitting next to a hearth fire after being outside all day, but so much more pleasant. Her legs had gone completely limb draped over Mercer's legs, but her feet tingled with sensation sending trills of electricity back up her calves.
"Oh gods, Mercer," she moaned. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do."
"Foolish child," Mercer teased. His fingers slid from her dripping pussy and into her ass. Nessa gasped as she clenched around the foreign feeling of something in that place. He wiggled, stretching her as he stroked. Mercer wasted no time thrusting his other hand's index finger into her cunt, filling her. "Sex is like everything else in life. You chase what feels good until you can't stand it anymore."