She let out another growl before pushing him onto his back. Elsynia slides down his digit and Tullius can’t help himself from arching his back and letting out a moan. Leaning her back and beginning a rocking motion, all she can think of is how much it feels good to have his cock inside her. The friction between their two bodies starts another round of heat inside both of them.

Curses, moans and the slapping of skin against skin echo around the room. Not wanting for her to do all the work, Tullius holds her in place and thrusts his digit several rough times, lost in the pleasure of her and her moans. The feeling of her walls clenching against him is too much and he thrusts faster. Elsynia yanks his hands off her hips and jerks her hips, meeting him each thrust.

He quickly switches their positions for a final time. Hooking her legs around him, Tullius continues his pace. She’s chanting his name now, the pace driving her mad with need. He can feel her orgasm building along with his. Biting down on her shoulder, he thrusts a few more times before being undone by her orgasm. Her hands press his hips closer as he spills his seed inside her.

He stays in that position for a few moments before rolling off the side. Arms wrap around him, and his Elf places her head against his chest. “You didn’t stay for the Thalmor, did you?”