"It's okay, we're not exclusive," Joldi purred as she leaned over Erandur. "He has a vow of chastity, but I never made such promises and made it very clear before I left out. No one has any claim on me more than I'm willing to give."
"Is...is that so?" Erandur asked, swallowing hard. It felt too warm with her body pressed so firmly against his.
"It is. So, if you have any reason for me to stop what I'm doing," Joldi said as she tugged at the priest robes Erandur wore, "you better say something now. I also have a thing for bad boy rebels and you seem to fit that too."
"Absolutely none at all," Erandur answered. "Mara is love after all."
"Indeed," Joldi agreed before claiming the Dark Elf's lips. Her mouth was just as full and soft as he thought it would be as she tasted him.
Her weight settled heavily on his lap as she hiked his robes over his hips. For a moment he thought she would go ahead and pull it over his head, but instead she slipped her hands under the cloth to touch his bare chest. Calloused fingers danced over his muscles and scars, tracing the curve of each one as if memorizing them so she could ask about them later.
Once she was sated with exploring his chest, Joldi wrapped one hand around Erandur's waist as the other tangled in his hair. "Erandur," she moaned seductively in his ear before nibbling the lobe. The timbre of her voice was enough to send shivers down his spine, but the flickering of her tongue against his sensitive ear tip had his breathing jagged.
"Joldi," he whispered back, his voice trembling slightly. It had been a long time since he had lain with anyone and he felt like he barely remember what to do. Not sure what to do with his hands, he settled with placing them on her bottom, squeezing the deliciously round flesh. The Dragonborn's small gasp of pleasure before she started grinding against him gave him confidence to continue.
"I want you," she growled, suddenly impatiently pawing at his pants. "Oh, by the Nine, I want you in me so badly, Erandur. Please."
As eager as he was, he wasn't quite ready for her yet. Not wanting to disrupt the mood, the priest grabbed her wrist and pushed so he rolled on top of her.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Joldi demanded. Her curly red hair flared around her like a burning flame. She frowned prettily as she mildly struggled in his grasp.
"Being a bit of a rebel," the elf teased as he bunched her arms in one hand. "I thought you liked that."
"There's a time and place for everything," she pouted. However, she did stop struggling and her green eyes twinkled with curiosity, so she couldn't have been that vexed.
Erandur laughed before kissing her lips as a sort of apology. Joldi nipped his lip gently, but there was a smile as he pulled away. He trailed kisses down her throat as his free hand reached between her legs to pull her small clothes off. "What the…?" he muttered when he found nothing there. "Do you normally not wear underclothes?"
"A girl can hope and be prepared for anything," Joldi murmured demurely, unable to hide her smirk.
"I think you've got a bit of a bad girl streak yourself," Erandur mocked.
"Never said I wasn't," Joldi shot back.
"I'll keep that in mind," Erandur said as he settled between her legs. The sharp musk of her sex filled his nose, making his mouth water with desire to taste her. He slid his hands under her ass to better position her before pressing his tongue against her slit.
Joldi was already wet and swollen with arousal, but as Erandur lapped against her nub, he reveled in her cries of pleasure. The Nord chanted his name over and over as she writhed under him. Strong fingers dug into his scalp as she pulled on his hair.
All this only encouraged the elf to press his face harder against her as he slipped two fingers inside. Joldi screamed as she wrapped her legs around his neck, locking her ankles hard against his back. She thrashed wildly as he flickered his tongue against her while his fingers stroked her sex.
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Waking Regrets 6/?
Date: 2014-03-10 05:20 am (UTC)"It's okay, we're not exclusive," Joldi purred as she leaned over Erandur. "He has a vow of chastity, but I never made such promises and made it very clear before I left out. No one has any claim on me more than I'm willing to give."
"Is...is that so?" Erandur asked, swallowing hard. It felt too warm with her body pressed so firmly against his.
"It is. So, if you have any reason for me to stop what I'm doing," Joldi said as she tugged at the priest robes Erandur wore, "you better say something now. I also have a thing for bad boy rebels and you seem to fit that too."
"Absolutely none at all," Erandur answered. "Mara is love after all."
"Indeed," Joldi agreed before claiming the Dark Elf's lips. Her mouth was just as full and soft as he thought it would be as she tasted him.
Her weight settled heavily on his lap as she hiked his robes over his hips. For a moment he thought she would go ahead and pull it over his head, but instead she slipped her hands under the cloth to touch his bare chest. Calloused fingers danced over his muscles and scars, tracing the curve of each one as if memorizing them so she could ask about them later.
Once she was sated with exploring his chest, Joldi wrapped one hand around Erandur's waist as the other tangled in his hair. "Erandur," she moaned seductively in his ear before nibbling the lobe. The timbre of her voice was enough to send shivers down his spine, but the flickering of her tongue against his sensitive ear tip had his breathing jagged.
"Joldi," he whispered back, his voice trembling slightly. It had been a long time since he had lain with anyone and he felt like he barely remember what to do. Not sure what to do with his hands, he settled with placing them on her bottom, squeezing the deliciously round flesh. The Dragonborn's small gasp of pleasure before she started grinding against him gave him confidence to continue.
"I want you," she growled, suddenly impatiently pawing at his pants. "Oh, by the Nine, I want you in me so badly, Erandur. Please."
As eager as he was, he wasn't quite ready for her yet. Not wanting to disrupt the mood, the priest grabbed her wrist and pushed so he rolled on top of her.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Joldi demanded. Her curly red hair flared around her like a burning flame. She frowned prettily as she mildly struggled in his grasp.
"Being a bit of a rebel," the elf teased as he bunched her arms in one hand. "I thought you liked that."
"There's a time and place for everything," she pouted. However, she did stop struggling and her green eyes twinkled with curiosity, so she couldn't have been that vexed.
Erandur laughed before kissing her lips as a sort of apology. Joldi nipped his lip gently, but there was a smile as he pulled away. He trailed kisses down her throat as his free hand reached between her legs to pull her small clothes off. "What the…?" he muttered when he found nothing there. "Do you normally not wear underclothes?"
"A girl can hope and be prepared for anything," Joldi murmured demurely, unable to hide her smirk.
"I think you've got a bit of a bad girl streak yourself," Erandur mocked.
"Never said I wasn't," Joldi shot back.
"I'll keep that in mind," Erandur said as he settled between her legs. The sharp musk of her sex filled his nose, making his mouth water with desire to taste her. He slid his hands under her ass to better position her before pressing his tongue against her slit.
Joldi was already wet and swollen with arousal, but as Erandur lapped against her nub, he reveled in her cries of pleasure. The Nord chanted his name over and over as she writhed under him. Strong fingers dug into his scalp as she pulled on his hair.
All this only encouraged the elf to press his face harder against her as he slipped two fingers inside. Joldi screamed as she wrapped her legs around his neck, locking her ankles hard against his back. She thrashed wildly as he flickered his tongue against her while his fingers stroked her sex.