He simply looked to the distance at the landscape, focusing on the feelings of fucking a girl’s pussy after such a long time and he licked his lips as her tight walls still clenched against him making him groan and fight for control. She was panting below, her body still trying to figure out what was happening and she let out a small moan. “M-Master?”
“H-Hn?”
“I-Is this my reward?” she asked, her voice shaking as he thrust and he looked down at her from between his arms, her blue eyes locking with his and he nodded.
“Yes, my little bird,” he breathed out. “This is your reward for being a good girl.”
She let out another pant. “I like it…”
He increased the speed of his thrusts at her words, licking his lips as he did and he found himself peering at her again. “Eloine?” She looked up. “This is a reward only the Thalmor are to give you, understand? D-Do not ask of this from others.”
She nodded, biting her lip as he rolled his hips for a second feeling her damned tight pussy clench around him. “W-Will… all… the Thalmor… reward me?”
He flushed at the thought and looked away. He had no idea what his colleagues would say if the damned Nord Dragonborn came up and asked for a reward but somehow it made him chuckle. She could get herself in a lot of trouble asking such a thing but he knew some would relent just as he did. “Yes, my little bird. W-We will all make sure…” she clenched again and he groaned. “Y-You are taken care of.”
She panted harder from below him and he decided to stop their innocent little humping. He moved up, looming over her and he grabbed her hands, pinning them to her sides. She looked to him, confused, her eyes moving over his and he avoided them, staring at a point in the distance. He drew back, holding it for a minute before he slammed down into her and she let out a scream. He shivered at it, loving the sound and he did it again, her cry louder but not as satisfying as the first.
He simply fucked without a thought, her squirming and crying out only making it better. She thrust back, much to his surprise, the words coming from her mouth less than innocent and he grabbed her, holding her flush as he fucked her damned small body, swallowing her cries as she did. She bounced on him, nearly delirious, her hips erratic and inexperienced and he pulled out to turn her on her hands and knees, taking her from behind.
He bit the back of her neck, reminding her whose bitch she was and she cried out as he pounded her, marking her for the Thalmor. She would be theirs and theirs alone and none of her stupid Nordic companions or Housecarl could claim her again. He pulled at her hair. “Tell me who owns you, Eloine!”
“You!” she shouted without a thought, her nails digging into his arms as she bucked back feverishly. He bit her neck again nearly drawing blood.
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Threshold [8/9]
Date: 2014-01-31 03:02 am (UTC)“H-Hn?”
“I-Is this my reward?” she asked, her voice shaking as he thrust and he looked down at her from between his arms, her blue eyes locking with his and he nodded.
“Yes, my little bird,” he breathed out. “This is your reward for being a good girl.”
She let out another pant. “I like it…”
He increased the speed of his thrusts at her words, licking his lips as he did and he found himself peering at her again. “Eloine?” She looked up. “This is a reward only the Thalmor are to give you, understand? D-Do not ask of this from others.”
She nodded, biting her lip as he rolled his hips for a second feeling her damned tight pussy clench around him. “W-Will… all… the Thalmor… reward me?”
He flushed at the thought and looked away. He had no idea what his colleagues would say if the damned Nord Dragonborn came up and asked for a reward but somehow it made him chuckle. She could get herself in a lot of trouble asking such a thing but he knew some would relent just as he did. “Yes, my little bird. W-We will all make sure…” she clenched again and he groaned. “Y-You are taken care of.”
She panted harder from below him and he decided to stop their innocent little humping. He moved up, looming over her and he grabbed her hands, pinning them to her sides. She looked to him, confused, her eyes moving over his and he avoided them, staring at a point in the distance. He drew back, holding it for a minute before he slammed down into her and she let out a scream. He shivered at it, loving the sound and he did it again, her cry louder but not as satisfying as the first.
He simply fucked without a thought, her squirming and crying out only making it better. She thrust back, much to his surprise, the words coming from her mouth less than innocent and he grabbed her, holding her flush as he fucked her damned small body, swallowing her cries as she did. She bounced on him, nearly delirious, her hips erratic and inexperienced and he pulled out to turn her on her hands and knees, taking her from behind.
He bit the back of her neck, reminding her whose bitch she was and she cried out as he pounded her, marking her for the Thalmor. She would be theirs and theirs alone and none of her stupid Nordic companions or Housecarl could claim her again. He pulled at her hair. “Tell me who owns you, Eloine!”
“You!” she shouted without a thought, her nails digging into his arms as she bucked back feverishly. He bit her neck again nearly drawing blood.
“Who will you serve!?”
“Y-You!”