Alla took the opportunity to leave her spot, rushing to her room to grab a drink of water and she froze when she heard the footsteps coming back. She prayed for Onmund, remained hidden herself but Ancano merely strode past, not looking into the rooms and after a minute the door to the Hall was opened and shut loudly. She rushed back to where the Nord Mage had been and found him curled in the dark corner, his entire face a deep shade of crimson and his body bent, hiding his erection.
She said nothing, awkwardly patting his shoulder before she left, not wishing to discuss what they had seen. The moans kept echoing in her head, of Ancano's cock being pushed against the Breton's stomach and she rushed out of the college grounds, running down to the crumbling city of Winterhold to the Frozen Hearth. She ignored the greetings, the look from Haran as she passed by him to the cellar and she found Enthir, Orthorn and Nelacar down in it, a pair of dice on the table and some cards. She ran to Nelacar, forcing herself into his lap making him stiffen.
"Alla!" he spat. "W-What is the meaning of this!? This... This improper-"
"Fuck me," she breathed out and he stopped talking, looking to her in shock. "Fuck me, Nelacar, by the gods, fuck me. Fuck me with your damned Altmer cock."
Enthir dropped his cards. "Ho, ho, ho. I like where this is going!" Orthorn merely flushed from his seat.
Nelacar continued to gape at her. "W-What? What do you mean?!"
She grabbed him from under his robes and he jerked a bit, not expecting her to do such a thing. "A bulge," she babbled. "Fuck me so I feel it in my stomach. I know how big you are and I know you can do it. So please, fuck me. Fuck me! Until you can see it when you're fucking me!" she begged. "Own me. Use me. Do it until I cannot get up. Stain me with your Altmer come, Nelacar!"
He said nothing and looked to his friends. Enthir gave him a thumbs up and Orthorn shook his head. She forced him to look back at her, grinding her hips against him making him hiss. "Nelacar!"
"A-Alright, just... calm down," he said, his cheeks flushing. "I'll... do whatever you want."
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Call it What you Want [5/5]
Date: 2014-01-15 03:43 pm (UTC)She said nothing, awkwardly patting his shoulder before she left, not wishing to discuss what they had seen. The moans kept echoing in her head, of Ancano's cock being pushed against the Breton's stomach and she rushed out of the college grounds, running down to the crumbling city of Winterhold to the Frozen Hearth. She ignored the greetings, the look from Haran as she passed by him to the cellar and she found Enthir, Orthorn and Nelacar down in it, a pair of dice on the table and some cards. She ran to Nelacar, forcing herself into his lap making him stiffen.
"Alla!" he spat. "W-What is the meaning of this!? This... This improper-"
"Fuck me," she breathed out and he stopped talking, looking to her in shock. "Fuck me, Nelacar, by the gods, fuck me. Fuck me with your damned Altmer cock."
Enthir dropped his cards. "Ho, ho, ho. I like where this is going!" Orthorn merely flushed from his seat.
Nelacar continued to gape at her. "W-What? What do you mean?!"
She grabbed him from under his robes and he jerked a bit, not expecting her to do such a thing. "A bulge," she babbled. "Fuck me so I feel it in my stomach. I know how big you are and I know you can do it. So please, fuck me. Fuck me! Until you can see it when you're fucking me!" she begged. "Own me. Use me. Do it until I cannot get up. Stain me with your Altmer come, Nelacar!"
He said nothing and looked to his friends. Enthir gave him a thumbs up and Orthorn shook his head. She forced him to look back at her, grinding her hips against him making him hiss. "Nelacar!"
"A-Alright, just... calm down," he said, his cheeks flushing. "I'll... do whatever you want."
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