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ANNOUNCEMENTS: UPDATED 12/16/2017

Happy Holidays, fellow Kinkmemers! I have returned and have no reasonable excuse for my absence except LIFE. I will be working on updating the archives. If anyone sees anything amiss, please let me know.

I am also hoping to find another Mod and an Archivist.

The more dedicated people we have in this Meme the less chance of it dying. I admit that being the sole keeper of the Meme is not great for the fandom. If something were to happen to me, for good, this place would go the way of the Fallout Kink Meme. Let's not let that happen! If anyone would be interested in Modding/Archiving, please drop me a line. Thanks! <3

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Allegorical 2/4

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He could have paralysed her but he didn’t, enjoying how she writhed as he pulled her away from the wall and into the nearest room. Truthfully, he had just exited it to find another agent when he’d spotted her. The timing was perfect. He hadn’t blown off steam since his last tryst with a girl back in Alinor, and that was months ago. He needed a good fuck, and this Imperial looked like she’d be a perfect mix of unbreakable will and wonderful moans. The hardest ones to tame always had the best sounds. When he shut the door behind him he made sure to lock it tightly with a spell, throwing her down on the bed and shoving her back with his magic as he approached her. She struggled against the push but he kept his magicka firm, watching her strain against his power. Her muscles bunched beneath the armour and he cooed in delight. A warrior! They always took the longest to break down, but when they did, it was worth the effort. She’d have something to tell to her fellow guards on the long nights when they told stories, an erotic tale that would leave Imperials of all sexualities squirming and breathless. He could picture it now as he unlaced his gloves. She would never forget him, finding pleasure only with him in her mind. It would be a perfect, poetic way to conquer his enemy.

She struggled as he loomed over her, ripping her armour off as he knelt on her thighs. His hands seemed to be everywhere, stripping her of her boots and greaves, sliding beneath her skirts to roll her smalls down a little. It felt like an assault from every side, one she had no hope of repelling unless his magicka wound down. When it did, she tried to sit up and found herself pinned back down by his hands, a physical restraint this time that was somehow more terrifying than simple magic. He unlaced and unbuckled her from her armour as he began to kiss her body, biting her neck and causing her to stifle a moan. As more skin was revealed she fought harder, and he held her tighter, pushing her back every time she got up. Something secured itself around her feet, and the next time she struggled she found her left leg could barely move. Within seconds, her right suffered the same fate, and she found him pressed into her, rocking against her body as he took her bra from her. It was tossed on the floor, and he fondled her breasts, seemingly ignoring her hands’ attempts to get him off her. Her neck was ravaged by his lips and teeth, his sucking leaving dark welts in the tanned flesh. His thumbs grazed her nipples and she hit him, feeling herself involuntarily get wet. She began to pant, swallowing anything louder as he tweaked the peaks of her breasts gently. He seemed to be admiring them, his head leaving her neck for a few seconds to skim down her body to her chest. She grabbed his hair when he pulled one into his mouth, and he pinned her arms above her with one long-fingered hand. The other glided over her belly, hooking into her smalls and pulling them away from her.

Oh gods no.

His tongue assaulted her breast as his fingers slid between her legs, a slick sound following them as Altia swallowed a moan. He rubbed them over her bud and she nearly gasped at the sensation of his slippery digits running across the sensitive nub. She twitched, arching slightly beneath the stimulation. Trying not to let his touches affect her, she glared at him, lip trembling. He pressed harder, the pace increasing. The sound, a wet, sexy noise, reverberated around the room as he molested her, and her hips rose and fell with the touches. In an agonisingly slow motion he slid two fingers inside of her, thumb bracing against her nub. She was wet now, and he dragged the digits along her inner walls, crooking them and seeing her jolt in pleasure. This was unfair. It was more than unfair. With each curl he’d thrust them deep into her, long fingers able to reach places previous lovers had missed. He wasn’t being slow, either – the stimulation was harsh, almost too much pleasure as he forced her towards completion. Altia wouldn’t get there without a fight.

She struggled, trying to break her bonds and free her hands as he withdrew his fingers and plunged them back in, watching how her wetness glistened on his fingers in the lamplight. It was erotic, she admitted.