He grinned and drove into her, feeling his body shake. “W-Who will you bow to!”
She whined, thrashing, her head hitting his shoulder, her back arching and he reached between her legs, stroking her clit making her clench against him in a terribly wonderful way, her legs kicking out. “T-The Thalmor!”
“Good girl,” he kissed her neck. “Good girl, good girl, good girl…” He continued to praise and she let out a loud, animalistic cry as she had her first orgasm, her entire body tensing and making him choke. He continued driving into her, his fingers pulling across her white skin leaving marks and he came inside, ignoring his conscious warning him not to, fucking his seed into her body.
She collapsed, her cheek hitting the dirt and he remained above her, giving shallow thrusts while he panted, utterly exhausted. His nerves were frayed, his legs and thighs shaking and he looked down at her, feeling as if he may have overdone it. Damned girl was his first fuck in a multitude of years.
He pulled out and some of his semen went with it, spilling down her thighs and the ground. He exhaled, moving to sit away from her a bit as he calmed himself, reciting a mantra of his superiority as he looked around. She remained still half kneeling, exhausted against the dirt and above them the sun was dipping down near Dragonsreach signalling night was to come. He pulled back his hood, running a hand through his hair before he tucked himself away and struggled to get up.
He found her loincloth, stuffing it into his pocket as a trophy and he brought her armor to her, kicking at her to get up. She didn’t. “Eloine.”
She mumbled against the dirt, her eyes closed and he sighed, dropping the armor on the ground. He contemplated leaving her, the thought of wild dogs coming to eat her amusing for a second but he knew he needed her and he took to dressing her. The armor was as irritating as it looked but he got it on and made her shoulder her own pack.
He took to carrying her in a piggy back style, stumbling as he did and he slowly walked back across the plains towards Whiterun, grumbling as he did. He was going to sleep all night that was for sure. He thought of her annoying Housecarl and found himself grinning, knowing before he did he would have to make sure the girl knew of what he did. Their precious little dragonborn being fucked senseless by a Thalmor Agent; it was too sweet not to share.
She stirred against him, her cheek rubbing his shoulder. “Lorcalin…”
“What?” he asked but she said no more and he realized she was talking in her sleep. He sighed, blushing a bit at the thought but kept his eyes on the path ahead.
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Threshold [9/9]
Date: 2014-01-31 03:02 am (UTC)She whined, thrashing, her head hitting his shoulder, her back arching and he reached between her legs, stroking her clit making her clench against him in a terribly wonderful way, her legs kicking out. “T-The Thalmor!”
“Good girl,” he kissed her neck. “Good girl, good girl, good girl…” He continued to praise and she let out a loud, animalistic cry as she had her first orgasm, her entire body tensing and making him choke. He continued driving into her, his fingers pulling across her white skin leaving marks and he came inside, ignoring his conscious warning him not to, fucking his seed into her body.
She collapsed, her cheek hitting the dirt and he remained above her, giving shallow thrusts while he panted, utterly exhausted. His nerves were frayed, his legs and thighs shaking and he looked down at her, feeling as if he may have overdone it. Damned girl was his first fuck in a multitude of years.
He pulled out and some of his semen went with it, spilling down her thighs and the ground. He exhaled, moving to sit away from her a bit as he calmed himself, reciting a mantra of his superiority as he looked around. She remained still half kneeling, exhausted against the dirt and above them the sun was dipping down near Dragonsreach signalling night was to come. He pulled back his hood, running a hand through his hair before he tucked himself away and struggled to get up.
He found her loincloth, stuffing it into his pocket as a trophy and he brought her armor to her, kicking at her to get up. She didn’t. “Eloine.”
She mumbled against the dirt, her eyes closed and he sighed, dropping the armor on the ground. He contemplated leaving her, the thought of wild dogs coming to eat her amusing for a second but he knew he needed her and he took to dressing her. The armor was as irritating as it looked but he got it on and made her shoulder her own pack.
He took to carrying her in a piggy back style, stumbling as he did and he slowly walked back across the plains towards Whiterun, grumbling as he did. He was going to sleep all night that was for sure. He thought of her annoying Housecarl and found himself grinning, knowing before he did he would have to make sure the girl knew of what he did. Their precious little dragonborn being fucked senseless by a Thalmor Agent; it was too sweet not to share.
She stirred against him, her cheek rubbing his shoulder. “Lorcalin…”
“What?” he asked but she said no more and he realized she was talking in her sleep. He sighed, blushing a bit at the thought but kept his eyes on the path ahead.
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