She felt Onmund against her, now looking too and they watched as Mirabelle slowly lost her ability to remain on all fours, her arms buckling until Ancano shifted her and they were on their side. Onmund covered his mouth, his eyes still trained on them and Alla pulled at his sleeve as she watched.
"O-Oh my... Akatosh above, look!" she hissed and he shook his head, his hand clasped tight over his mouth now but still watching as if he was unable to look away. "Oh gods! I can see him fucking her! Look!"
The master wizard let out a strangled cry, her robes riding up around her bust and Ancano gripped her hips hard, thrusting at an angle where there was a bulge in her lower body. Mirabelle's eyes widened and she let out a cry, bucking back. He angrily kissed her neck, his tongue flat against her jaw and she reached down to hold her leg up, evidentially exciting him more. Alla watched in fascination as the bulge would disappear as he drew back but when he drove forward, it was if it was going to open her up.
She let out a cry. "A-Ancano! A-Ah! Ancano, yes! More!"
He shoved two fingers in her mouth, silencing her screams but her moans could still be heard escaping from her throat, the bed scraping against the floor. His other hand reached down to grab her leg, holding it for her and she twisted in her spot, trying to keep herself at the angle as he fucked her but her grip was loosening.
The sounds of it could be heard across the room and Alla felt her own body start throbbing hard. Watching the horrible Altmer and the Master Wizard, how Mirabelle thrust back against him, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull, her panting and sucking on his fingers echoing in the hall… She reached down and pressed a hand against her abdomen and she felt Onmund stir from beside her. He had finally stopped watching, back in the shadows against the stone wall and his eyes were set forward but his mouth was still covered, a bulge in his robes.
Alla pursed her lips but went back to watching. Ancano roughly pressed the little Breton down on his bed, his strokes long and hard and she could almost swear she felt them inside herself, his movements that powerful. He began to hiss and Mirabelle struggled from below but her spreading legs and moans indicated she was in no pain. He thrust in once, held himself while digging into her hips, then rapidly pounded her to the point where she screamed before he pulled away, sticky white come spilling from her thighs. Alla felt herself pant.
Mirabelle let out a loud groan, her hair sticking to her face as she pressed her cheek against the blankets on his bed. He said nothing, only watching her before he slid off and tucked himself back in. He straightened his robes, slicked back his hair and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. Mirabelle only shuddered and rolled slightly, come still leaking from her body.
"A... Ancano," she breathed out and he grabbed her robes, pulling them down before he collected her in his arms. He strode out into the hall, looking around and Alla pulled back, flattening herself against Onmund who looked distressed. She hissed at him and put a finger to her lips, ignoring his erection against her leg. She listened as Ancano moved against the stone, his footsteps hitting the stairs and they became distant as he carried Mirabelle up them, possibly to her own room.
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Call it What you Want [4/5]
Date: 2014-01-15 03:41 pm (UTC)"O-Oh my... Akatosh above, look!" she hissed and he shook his head, his hand clasped tight over his mouth now but still watching as if he was unable to look away. "Oh gods! I can see him fucking her! Look!"
The master wizard let out a strangled cry, her robes riding up around her bust and Ancano gripped her hips hard, thrusting at an angle where there was a bulge in her lower body. Mirabelle's eyes widened and she let out a cry, bucking back. He angrily kissed her neck, his tongue flat against her jaw and she reached down to hold her leg up, evidentially exciting him more. Alla watched in fascination as the bulge would disappear as he drew back but when he drove forward, it was if it was going to open her up.
She let out a cry. "A-Ancano! A-Ah! Ancano, yes! More!"
He shoved two fingers in her mouth, silencing her screams but her moans could still be heard escaping from her throat, the bed scraping against the floor. His other hand reached down to grab her leg, holding it for her and she twisted in her spot, trying to keep herself at the angle as he fucked her but her grip was loosening.
The sounds of it could be heard across the room and Alla felt her own body start throbbing hard. Watching the horrible Altmer and the Master Wizard, how Mirabelle thrust back against him, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull, her panting and sucking on his fingers echoing in the hall… She reached down and pressed a hand against her abdomen and she felt Onmund stir from beside her. He had finally stopped watching, back in the shadows against the stone wall and his eyes were set forward but his mouth was still covered, a bulge in his robes.
Alla pursed her lips but went back to watching. Ancano roughly pressed the little Breton down on his bed, his strokes long and hard and she could almost swear she felt them inside herself, his movements that powerful. He began to hiss and Mirabelle struggled from below but her spreading legs and moans indicated she was in no pain. He thrust in once, held himself while digging into her hips, then rapidly pounded her to the point where she screamed before he pulled away, sticky white come spilling from her thighs. Alla felt herself pant.
Mirabelle let out a loud groan, her hair sticking to her face as she pressed her cheek against the blankets on his bed. He said nothing, only watching her before he slid off and tucked himself back in. He straightened his robes, slicked back his hair and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. Mirabelle only shuddered and rolled slightly, come still leaking from her body.
"A... Ancano," she breathed out and he grabbed her robes, pulling them down before he collected her in his arms. He strode out into the hall, looking around and Alla pulled back, flattening herself against Onmund who looked distressed. She hissed at him and put a finger to her lips, ignoring his erection against her leg. She listened as Ancano moved against the stone, his footsteps hitting the stairs and they became distant as he carried Mirabelle up them, possibly to her own room.