Nessa fell back against the table top, whimpering as Mercer filled her with his hands. Her hips lunged against Mercer's palms as he prodded her. She knew she was blathering more or less incoherently. Something about how fucking good Mercer felt and how she wanted his cock in her and how she would do anything if he would just let her come, but she'd be damned if she could remember the exact words tumbling out of her mouth.
It wasn't just that Mercer knew how to use both his fingers and mouth. It wasn't that this was Nessa's first time being touched by a man. It wasn't even the possibility of being caught that turned her on so much. It was the simple depravity of it. Of how utterly filthy that was. She had always been a good girl, despite Grelod's many lectures to the otherwise. Sweet, kind, generous. And now she was on a table with a man sticking his finger up her ass and it felt good.
Then that moment of perfect bliss hit her as her found her orgasm and she rode it hard. Her hands were gripping the edge of the table hard enough that she wondered if it would splinter in her fists. She was pretty certain her heels were hitting Mercer's back and she knew she was squeezing her thighs as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She spared a thought of hoping she wouldn't break the Guildmaster's neck as she came, because by Mara that would be too preposterous to explain.
"Oh, Guildmaster, you're the best," Nessa murmured. Maybe she'd just sleep on the table, because she didn't think her legs could work.
"I'd take that as more of a compliment if you had any comparison," Mercer remarked. The words were cutting, but his tone was pleased. As he stood, she could feel his hardness brush against her.
"Oh, you're…?" she trailed off, suddenly too shy to say specifically what he was.
"Hard again?" Mercer snorted. "Rare for a man my age, but the sounds of a virgin becoming undone from my talents will almost always rouse my cock."
"Am I?" Nessa asked. "Still a virgin, I mean."
"Depends on the definition, my dear," Mercer drawled. His hand had found her ass again, still wet fingers slipping in and out. "Some people think if you have any part of your privates pressed against another person it counts. Others think coming to orgasm is what matters. I, personally, am a traditionalist, at least a far as virginity is concerned."
Nessa stifled a cry as Mercer slid into her ass. There was some resistance and it was a tight fit, but she wasn't too tight after how much he had fingered her. Mercer's pace was leisurely as he held her hips while he fucked her.
"I could fuck you right now," Mercer commented as he loomed over her. Nessa's legs wrapped around him, somehow finding enough strength for that at least. "I could take your maidenhead and you'd thank me for it. But corrupting a virgin is so much more fun than simply fucking a young, naïve girl, so I think I'll keep you that way for now."
Mercer's hands pinned her wrists to the table as he picked up speed. Nessa gasped as his grip tightened, making the small bones grind. He was hurting her, but he was making her wet again. His words were affecting her as much as his actions.
"Oh, yes, my tainted, sweet little virgin," Mercer crowed. His breathing was ragged as he hilted in her. "I'll use every part of you again and again until you come crawling to me, begging for me to finally fuck you. Or maybe you'll finally grow enough of a backbone to tell Brynjolf how much you want him and let him have it. It won't matter because I'll know what you've done to get there and that's almost as satisfying in its own way."
Nessa mewled as Mercer throbbed in her. Gods help her; she wanted everything Mercer was promising and more. Or was he threatening her? She wasn't sure which. All she could do was murmur, "Yes, yes, yes," over and over until he came again.
Virtue of Pleasure 7/?
Nessa fell back against the table top, whimpering as Mercer filled her with his hands. Her hips lunged against Mercer's palms as he prodded her. She knew she was blathering more or less incoherently. Something about how fucking good Mercer felt and how she wanted his cock in her and how she would do anything if he would just let her come, but she'd be damned if she could remember the exact words tumbling out of her mouth.
It wasn't just that Mercer knew how to use both his fingers and mouth. It wasn't that this was Nessa's first time being touched by a man. It wasn't even the possibility of being caught that turned her on so much. It was the simple depravity of it. Of how utterly filthy that was. She had always been a good girl, despite Grelod's many lectures to the otherwise. Sweet, kind, generous. And now she was on a table with a man sticking his finger up her ass and it felt good.
Then that moment of perfect bliss hit her as her found her orgasm and she rode it hard. Her hands were gripping the edge of the table hard enough that she wondered if it would splinter in her fists. She was pretty certain her heels were hitting Mercer's back and she knew she was squeezing her thighs as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She spared a thought of hoping she wouldn't break the Guildmaster's neck as she came, because by Mara that would be too preposterous to explain.
"Oh, Guildmaster, you're the best," Nessa murmured. Maybe she'd just sleep on the table, because she didn't think her legs could work.
"I'd take that as more of a compliment if you had any comparison," Mercer remarked. The words were cutting, but his tone was pleased. As he stood, she could feel his hardness brush against her.
"Oh, you're…?" she trailed off, suddenly too shy to say specifically what he was.
"Hard again?" Mercer snorted. "Rare for a man my age, but the sounds of a virgin becoming undone from my talents will almost always rouse my cock."
"Am I?" Nessa asked. "Still a virgin, I mean."
"Depends on the definition, my dear," Mercer drawled. His hand had found her ass again, still wet fingers slipping in and out. "Some people think if you have any part of your privates pressed against another person it counts. Others think coming to orgasm is what matters. I, personally, am a traditionalist, at least a far as virginity is concerned."
Nessa stifled a cry as Mercer slid into her ass. There was some resistance and it was a tight fit, but she wasn't too tight after how much he had fingered her. Mercer's pace was leisurely as he held her hips while he fucked her.
"I could fuck you right now," Mercer commented as he loomed over her. Nessa's legs wrapped around him, somehow finding enough strength for that at least. "I could take your maidenhead and you'd thank me for it. But corrupting a virgin is so much more fun than simply fucking a young, naïve girl, so I think I'll keep you that way for now."
Mercer's hands pinned her wrists to the table as he picked up speed. Nessa gasped as his grip tightened, making the small bones grind. He was hurting her, but he was making her wet again. His words were affecting her as much as his actions.
"Oh, yes, my tainted, sweet little virgin," Mercer crowed. His breathing was ragged as he hilted in her. "I'll use every part of you again and again until you come crawling to me, begging for me to finally fuck you. Or maybe you'll finally grow enough of a backbone to tell Brynjolf how much you want him and let him have it. It won't matter because I'll know what you've done to get there and that's almost as satisfying in its own way."
Nessa mewled as Mercer throbbed in her. Gods help her; she wanted everything Mercer was promising and more. Or was he threatening her? She wasn't sure which. All she could do was murmur, "Yes, yes, yes," over and over until he came again.