He emptied a bottle on himself and made sure he was dripping. “Spread your legs, girl.”
She obeyed, panting as she did and he lined himself up, using the last bottle to make sure they were covered even more. He spread her folds, rubbed her thighs and began pushing, her resistance against him painful. “E-Eloine, relax.”
She let out a heated breath, shaking as she did. “O-Okay….”
He rubbed her thighs in encouragement. “It’s alright, my dear. This is your reward for being a good girl, alright?”
She smiled, trying hard to keep relaxed but he knew he was going to come across more resistance. He pushed, the head of his cock settling in and he groaned as she sporadically clenched, his intrusion foreign to her body. Little by little he went, the liquid from the potions helping and he slid down as much as he could, watching her as she did. She was trying to maintain a calm disposition but the sensations were obviously confusing her. She looked in pain, confused, as if she had been slapped but it would change to a glossy look the more he went in as if she was realizing how much she was being filled. She bit her lip, whimpered like a dog, her legs shook and her fingers dug into the earth until he found himself at an end.
He couldn’t go further and she looked as if he had already fucked her, her cheeks flushed and her eyes distant. He moved making her jerk, a whimper escaping her throat and she clenched down making him dig his nails into her skin painfully. Gods above she was tight.
He exhaled, remaining still and in the distance he heard an animal calling, the wind blowing through the grass as the sun started moving down. He looked at her, the dragonborn, Thane of Whiterun, a member of the Companions and now the girl whose virginity he had now claimed and he found himself smirking, reaching down to touch her face. She nuzzled his palm, panting. “Good… girl.”
“Lorcalin…”
He didn’t correct her and took to leaning over her, bracing himself on either side of her head, his hips eager to move and fuck the damned girl into servitude. “Keep relaxed.”
He still had a fair bit of himself not within her but that was the price to pay for fucking a human. He moved back, sliding out of her and she reached up to grab his arms as he did, not liking the motion which made him smile. When he pushed back down, gently, trying to break through her resistance and she let out a cry when the head of his cock hit the opening of her womb. He readjusted and did it again, still feeling her tense.
“I said relax,” he reminded her, her body shaking and she nodded, trying to accommodate his request as he thrust in again. Slowly she was breaking, her discomfort melting away and he slowly drove into her, calm as he did but he could feel himself wanting to just pound her into the dirt. The more he thrust, the better she became and finally he was able to maintain and shallow, easy rhythm to which she liked. Her legs moved oddly behind him and he adjusted them to being wrapped around his waist, her forehead against his chest and her fingers gripping his robes.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
Threshold [7/9]
Date: 2014-01-31 03:00 am (UTC)She obeyed, panting as she did and he lined himself up, using the last bottle to make sure they were covered even more. He spread her folds, rubbed her thighs and began pushing, her resistance against him painful. “E-Eloine, relax.”
She let out a heated breath, shaking as she did. “O-Okay….”
He rubbed her thighs in encouragement. “It’s alright, my dear. This is your reward for being a good girl, alright?”
She smiled, trying hard to keep relaxed but he knew he was going to come across more resistance. He pushed, the head of his cock settling in and he groaned as she sporadically clenched, his intrusion foreign to her body. Little by little he went, the liquid from the potions helping and he slid down as much as he could, watching her as she did. She was trying to maintain a calm disposition but the sensations were obviously confusing her. She looked in pain, confused, as if she had been slapped but it would change to a glossy look the more he went in as if she was realizing how much she was being filled. She bit her lip, whimpered like a dog, her legs shook and her fingers dug into the earth until he found himself at an end.
He couldn’t go further and she looked as if he had already fucked her, her cheeks flushed and her eyes distant. He moved making her jerk, a whimper escaping her throat and she clenched down making him dig his nails into her skin painfully. Gods above she was tight.
He exhaled, remaining still and in the distance he heard an animal calling, the wind blowing through the grass as the sun started moving down. He looked at her, the dragonborn, Thane of Whiterun, a member of the Companions and now the girl whose virginity he had now claimed and he found himself smirking, reaching down to touch her face. She nuzzled his palm, panting. “Good… girl.”
“Lorcalin…”
He didn’t correct her and took to leaning over her, bracing himself on either side of her head, his hips eager to move and fuck the damned girl into servitude. “Keep relaxed.”
He still had a fair bit of himself not within her but that was the price to pay for fucking a human. He moved back, sliding out of her and she reached up to grab his arms as he did, not liking the motion which made him smile. When he pushed back down, gently, trying to break through her resistance and she let out a cry when the head of his cock hit the opening of her womb. He readjusted and did it again, still feeling her tense.
“I said relax,” he reminded her, her body shaking and she nodded, trying to accommodate his request as he thrust in again. Slowly she was breaking, her discomfort melting away and he slowly drove into her, calm as he did but he could feel himself wanting to just pound her into the dirt. The more he thrust, the better she became and finally he was able to maintain and shallow, easy rhythm to which she liked. Her legs moved oddly behind him and he adjusted them to being wrapped around his waist, her forehead against his chest and her fingers gripping his robes.