That was how it should be; her helpless below him because of what he did to her. That was the power trip he enjoyed.
“S-Siddgeir!” she cried out again, clenching hard around him. She let out a moan and collapsed, her body hitting the covered straw hard. He pulled out, his hand dripping from her release, her body still twisting below him and he grabbed her, forcing her to kiss him. She was still shaking, barely able to focus and he nipped at her ear making her moan.
“Aren’t you a good girl,” he smiled and she panted, trying hard to keep her eyes open but she was failing. He let her lay down as she was still revelling in her now third orgasm and he watched her, her small chest rising up and down.
He reached down, touching her right breast and she whimpered, covering herself which made him growl. She looked to him wearily, biting her lip. “N-Not there.”
He scowled. “Idiot,” he snapped but he relented. He wasn’t very impressed with her chest anyways but her telling him what to do did irritate him. But then again her utter submission to him did turn him on more than anything and he reached between her legs again and she shivered. She was probably sore but he didn’t care. He went back down, kissing her slit and she moaned.
“S-Siddgeir… please…” she whimpered and he glanced up at her, her flushed expression making him pause. “I want you… in me.”
He scoffed quietly. “Of course you do,” he muttered, going back down to tease her again. She started moaning again rather quick as he cleaned her, her sticky come on his tongue and he pushed his fingers back into her, feeling her tense. He was more concerned about solidifying her loyalty to him and he was gentle this time taking her off guard. She whimpered from above, twisting and he smiled to himself. It was almost too easy.
He didn’t relent until she had come three more times, each time she became louder, his name echoing through the Longhouse and his blankets became stained with her come and saliva. He didn’t stop her, encouraging her more as the looser she got the more she was desperate for him and she was kissing his neck hotly when he pushed her on her side, his hands running over her smooth skin. She tried to move back up but he slapped her back, biting her shoulder making her whimper. Her hair was sticking to her neck, sweat covering her body and he was hard again, nudging her thigh.
He stopped and moved off the bed, kicking open his dressed to pull out a small box which he had made Nenya order for him despite how much she didn’t want to. Inside was thick lubricant which had been sent from Morrowind, carefully packed so the bottles wouldn’t break. If those Dunmer women knew anything it was how to make good lubricant which didn’t surprise him.
He came back, slapping her ass making her yelp and he pulled the cork off, coating his fingers before he coated her. She was already wet but this made her slick and hot and he could barely wait as he used the rest on his cock. He pushed her legs open, ignoring her whimpers and he pinned her down, her body spread open for him.
He stared at her, drinking in how she was panting for him, her eyes only on him and he leaned over. “Kjersti,” he hissed and she flushed. “What do you want?”
“You,” she said immediately, twisting under his hands wanting him inside. He restrained himself but he kissed the side of her mouth to tease her, pleased with her answer.
“Good girl,” he complimented. “Good fucking girl.” She groaned at his words and he nipped at her ear making her jerk, panting after in anticipation. “I want you shouting my name, got it?” She nodded at his words and he reached down, pushing her thighs apart more as he teased her, purposely not pushing in which made her whimper.
She gripped his arms. “Siddgeir, please.”
“What?” he growled and she bit her lip, her nails dragging down his arms almost helpless which made him smirk. “Tell me what you want.”
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
Verbatim [7/?]
Date: 2014-03-15 02:12 am (UTC)“S-Siddgeir!” she cried out again, clenching hard around him. She let out a moan and collapsed, her body hitting the covered straw hard. He pulled out, his hand dripping from her release, her body still twisting below him and he grabbed her, forcing her to kiss him. She was still shaking, barely able to focus and he nipped at her ear making her moan.
“Aren’t you a good girl,” he smiled and she panted, trying hard to keep her eyes open but she was failing. He let her lay down as she was still revelling in her now third orgasm and he watched her, her small chest rising up and down.
He reached down, touching her right breast and she whimpered, covering herself which made him growl. She looked to him wearily, biting her lip. “N-Not there.”
He scowled. “Idiot,” he snapped but he relented. He wasn’t very impressed with her chest anyways but her telling him what to do did irritate him. But then again her utter submission to him did turn him on more than anything and he reached between her legs again and she shivered. She was probably sore but he didn’t care. He went back down, kissing her slit and she moaned.
“S-Siddgeir… please…” she whimpered and he glanced up at her, her flushed expression making him pause. “I want you… in me.”
He scoffed quietly. “Of course you do,” he muttered, going back down to tease her again. She started moaning again rather quick as he cleaned her, her sticky come on his tongue and he pushed his fingers back into her, feeling her tense. He was more concerned about solidifying her loyalty to him and he was gentle this time taking her off guard. She whimpered from above, twisting and he smiled to himself. It was almost too easy.
He didn’t relent until she had come three more times, each time she became louder, his name echoing through the Longhouse and his blankets became stained with her come and saliva. He didn’t stop her, encouraging her more as the looser she got the more she was desperate for him and she was kissing his neck hotly when he pushed her on her side, his hands running over her smooth skin. She tried to move back up but he slapped her back, biting her shoulder making her whimper. Her hair was sticking to her neck, sweat covering her body and he was hard again, nudging her thigh.
He stopped and moved off the bed, kicking open his dressed to pull out a small box which he had made Nenya order for him despite how much she didn’t want to. Inside was thick lubricant which had been sent from Morrowind, carefully packed so the bottles wouldn’t break. If those Dunmer women knew anything it was how to make good lubricant which didn’t surprise him.
He came back, slapping her ass making her yelp and he pulled the cork off, coating his fingers before he coated her. She was already wet but this made her slick and hot and he could barely wait as he used the rest on his cock. He pushed her legs open, ignoring her whimpers and he pinned her down, her body spread open for him.
He stared at her, drinking in how she was panting for him, her eyes only on him and he leaned over. “Kjersti,” he hissed and she flushed. “What do you want?”
“You,” she said immediately, twisting under his hands wanting him inside. He restrained himself but he kissed the side of her mouth to tease her, pleased with her answer.
“Good girl,” he complimented. “Good fucking girl.” She groaned at his words and he nipped at her ear making her jerk, panting after in anticipation. “I want you shouting my name, got it?” She nodded at his words and he reached down, pushing her thighs apart more as he teased her, purposely not pushing in which made her whimper.
She gripped his arms. “Siddgeir, please.”
“What?” he growled and she bit her lip, her nails dragging down his arms almost helpless which made him smirk. “Tell me what you want.”
“Y-You,” she said again and he scoffed.
“What do you want,” he emphasized.