He stared at her. Surely she was joking. “I kissed you,” he stated in a plain voice. “Have you never been kissed before?”
She shook her head and he sighed, straightening. How delightful. “Give me your bag,” he demanded and she did so. He looked through the potions, finding none that really could help and had to settle on three bottles that restored ones stamina. The liquid was thicker than the Magicka and Health but not by much but it would have to do.
He set them aside and knelt before her, eyes on her breasts. “Well… I suppose this will all be new for you,” he commented and she fidgeted a bit, unsure of what he was going to do when he reached down and pulled at the strings to her undergarments. Her hands immediately flew to catch them, her eyes wide.
“Lorcalin!”
“Master,” he cut in making her stop. “Call me master, little bird.”
“M-Master,” she said without hesitation. “You shouldn’t…. that’s…”
“What?” he asked, irritated and she blushed, holding the strings tight before leaning down so she could whisper into his ear.
“It’s dirty there…”
“Oh divines,” he muttered, leaning back to look at her. Her face was red and he sighed. “Eloine, has anyone ever told you about sex?”
She bit her lip at his words. “…Y-Yes.”
“What did they say?”
She fidgeted even more. “I shouldn’t have it?”
He nearly laughed. “Who said that?”
“Aela,” she muttered. “She asked me before if I had ever done things… and I said no. And she said it was for the best, I shouldn’t have it anyways. I didn’t know what she was talking about…” She began to babble and Lorcalin found himself scoffing, waving a hand at her to shut her up. “W-Why? A-Are we…?”
“No,” he lied as he slapped her hand away, pulling her loincloth off. “We’re not doing anything like that. I am just going to reward you for being a good girl to the Thalmor.”
“O-Oh?” she seemed confused and excited and he looked between her legs, staring at how it seemed the fat had added to her down there. He reached up, a finger touching her and she clamped her legs together, flushing a bright pink. “Lor-! Master! D-Don’t! You shouldn’t!”
“Relax, my little bird,” he said, forcing her legs to stop gripping his hand so tight. “It’s fine. This is all part of the reward.”
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Threshold [2/9]
Date: 2014-01-31 02:55 am (UTC)She shook her head and he sighed, straightening. How delightful. “Give me your bag,” he demanded and she did so. He looked through the potions, finding none that really could help and had to settle on three bottles that restored ones stamina. The liquid was thicker than the Magicka and Health but not by much but it would have to do.
He set them aside and knelt before her, eyes on her breasts. “Well… I suppose this will all be new for you,” he commented and she fidgeted a bit, unsure of what he was going to do when he reached down and pulled at the strings to her undergarments. Her hands immediately flew to catch them, her eyes wide.
“Lorcalin!”
“Master,” he cut in making her stop. “Call me master, little bird.”
“M-Master,” she said without hesitation. “You shouldn’t…. that’s…”
“What?” he asked, irritated and she blushed, holding the strings tight before leaning down so she could whisper into his ear.
“It’s dirty there…”
“Oh divines,” he muttered, leaning back to look at her. Her face was red and he sighed. “Eloine, has anyone ever told you about sex?”
She bit her lip at his words. “…Y-Yes.”
“What did they say?”
She fidgeted even more. “I shouldn’t have it?”
He nearly laughed. “Who said that?”
“Aela,” she muttered. “She asked me before if I had ever done things… and I said no. And she said it was for the best, I shouldn’t have it anyways. I didn’t know what she was talking about…” She began to babble and Lorcalin found himself scoffing, waving a hand at her to shut her up. “W-Why? A-Are we…?”
“No,” he lied as he slapped her hand away, pulling her loincloth off. “We’re not doing anything like that. I am just going to reward you for being a good girl to the Thalmor.”
“O-Oh?” she seemed confused and excited and he looked between her legs, staring at how it seemed the fat had added to her down there. He reached up, a finger touching her and she clamped her legs together, flushing a bright pink. “Lor-! Master! D-Don’t! You shouldn’t!”
“Relax, my little bird,” he said, forcing her legs to stop gripping his hand so tight. “It’s fine. This is all part of the reward.”
“B-But-!”