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Waking Regrets 5/?
(Anonymous) 2014-03-10 05:18 am (UTC)(link)Joldi edged close enough to take his hand and squeeze it, but she didn't interrupt with any questions or anecdotes of her own. She seemed to understand that he wasn't done and if she said something now that he wouldn't be able to finish.
"I've always felt a great deal of guilt running from Nightcaller Temple and leaving my friends to die. I'll never forgive myself for that," Erandur said after a long silence. "I should have stayed down there with them. I should have been brave enough, dedicated enough to them-if not Vaermina-to brave the Miasma. You can't call someone 'brother' and then abandon them the first sign of hardship.
"After running from Nightcaller Temple, I wandered Skyrim for years until I was taken in by a priest of Mara who lived in Morthal," Erandur remembered with a bitter smile. "I had the worst nightmares the entire time. Vaermina's punishment, you see. I had ran away because I couldn't face the thought of enduring the Miasma's torments, and Vaermina decided to visit that very punishment onto me every night. You have to appreciate a daedric prince's sense of humor at times."
Joldi wrapped her arms around Erandur and hugged him as she wiped the tears away from his face. He rested his head on her shoulder, enjoying the soft cloth of the dress she had changed into after they had set up camp.
"After I accepted Mara's embrace, I stopped having the nightmares, but I knew I had to right the last wrong I had done. That's why I went back to Nightcaller's Temple," Erandur said when he could continue. He looked up into Joldi's shining green eyes. "I don't know what persuaded you to assist me when we met in Dawnstar, but I'm glad you did. I never would have been able to face those trials on my own. I was able to finally put my friends to rest and to remove the Skull from the mortal plane." He rubbed his head, trying to chase away the headache that was starting. "Unfortunately, I've started having the old nightmares again. They always leave me feeling irritable and disconnected."
"Is it Vaermina again?" Joldi whispered grimly.
"No," Erandur chuckled sourly. "I'm a mortal and all mortals dream, whether it be pleasant or horrid. I just can't let go of my greatest regret. I ask myself over and over if I have truly earned penitence. Can I ever repay the debt of betrayal? Am I a good man?"
"You are a good man," Joldi said firmly. "In the time we've known each other, I've seen nothing by kindness and compassion from you."
"It's easy with someone like you as a companion," Erandur said, blushing at Joldi's praise.
"I'm no innocent," Joldi snorted. "I've done my fair share of things I've regretted in my past, I promise you." She paused, nibbling her lip as she decided on what to say next. "I know a very wise…" Her hesitation was barely noticeable. "...Greybeard who talked to me once about morality. He posed to me a question that I find myself thinking about frequently. 'What is better: to be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?' He had been the general of a war that had caused the deaths of thousands of people. He realized at some point that his side's philosophy was wrong and rebelled to help save the people he had previously helped terrorize. It was a long time ago, but he is still trying to find salvation. I like to think someday he'll realize his worth, just like I think you will."
"Thank you, Joldi," Erandur said, "but you don't know the horrible things I did."
"I don't need to," Joldi insisted. "I know what kind of person you are now. Besides, I wouldn't have a crush on someone who was bad." She paused as she realized what she said, blushing a pretty pink in the fire light.
"You have a crush on me?" Erandur stammered. That would explain her reaction earlier when he snapped at her.
"Yeah, well, I sort of have a bit of a preference for priests," Joldi giggled nervously. "I sort of have one back in Whiterun waiting for me."
"Oh," Erandur said dejectedly. He should have known someone as special as Joldi already had someone.
Waking Regrets 6/?
(Anonymous) 2014-03-10 05:20 am (UTC)(link)"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.
Waking Regrets 7/?
(Anonymous) 2014-03-10 05:30 am (UTC)(link)"Oh, sweet Mara!" Joldi cried. "Oh, Talos! Fucking Dibella! By the Nine, Erandur, I'm coming!" The Dragonborn continued to rant various curses and praises as she came undone beneath him. Panting breathlessly, she scowled, "You are absolutely rotten."
"I'm not even close to done," Erandur taunted. He threw her over a nearby log. "I haven't gotten my due yet."
"Eek!" Joldi exclaimed, her feet kicking in the air. He freed his aching erection. The sight of Joldi's white, plump ass wiggling in the air was making him throb with desire.
Erandur plunged within her until he was fully hilted against her. Joldi cried as he filled her. She clutched the log as she looked over her shoulder at him. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes a bit glazed. "What do you think you're doing back there, old man?"
"I'm going to fuck you senseless, young lady," he growled as he grabbed a handful of her luxurious hair. He pulled tight, jerked her head back so she was arched against him. He bit her neck, leaving a red mark bright against her pale skin. "And you're going to like it."
Her groans and cries invigorated him as he thrust hard into her without abandon. Erandur hadn't felt this unrestrained for a long time. The feeling of her walls clenching around his cock, the slick wetness of her arousal running down their legs, the soft flesh of her breasts in her hand as he squeezed her. All of it was intoxicating as Erandur fucked her.
"Gods, Erandur, yes, like that, yes, don't stop, please, please fuck me harder!" Joldi screamed. She was almost face first in the snow. If the cold bothered her, she didn't let it show as she writhed harder against his thrusts. It probably felt amazingly good given how flushed her flesh felt against his. Erandur felt like he was burning up in his robes, but he couldn't stop long enough to rip them off.
With a guttural growl, Erandur came. His orgasm was so intense, he almost wasn't sure he would be able to finish it. His balls retracted hard against him as he peaked. He gasped as the pleasure almost became too painful to bear, but he rode Joldi until his seed was fully spent.
He slumped against her, his breathing erratic and his heart beating too fast. But he felt relaxed and satisfied in a way he hadn't in years.
Wearily, Erandur slipped his hand between Joldi's legs to help bring her to completion at least manually, but was surprised when she swatted him away.
"You didn't come," he commented as he rolled onto his back.
"Not the second time," she agreed, panting herself, "but that first time was more than enough. I'm actually a bit overly sensitive right now. I don't think we'd get anywhere if you tried."
"You should have said something," Erandur said contritely. "I wouldn't have…." He trailed off, suddenly too shy and flustered to continue.
"Ridden me so hard?" Joldi laughed, unabashed. "There's not enough septims in the world to have made me stop you then. I wanted to see what you had in mind and it was well worth the soreness I'll feel there tomorrow."
Erandur flushed from the comment. "I, uh, I'm sorry," he stammered, the tips of his ears flushed dark with embarrassment.
"Take the compliment for what it is," Joldi said, kissing his cheek. She snuggled against him. "I love you, you know."
"I love you too," Erandur said, kissing her temple. He had never said it before, but this was comfortable territory at least. It wasn't just a romantic love, but the love of friends and family. Mara's love. And that he knew all about.
"Ugh, I feel gross," Joldi complained as she wiggled out of her dress. Despite being completely naked, she didn't seem to mind the cold. She yawned, her mouth a wide maw. "I'm going to nap and then I'm going to see what else you have in you."
"I guess I'm not going to get much sleep tonight either," Erandur playfully lamented.
"Probably not, but at least when I finally let you sleep, it will be well," Joldi teased, sticking her tongue out at him as she snuggled against him and pulled the furs closer. "It's wonderful to be able to sleep soundly, don't you think?"
As he made his own place next to Joldi and closed his eyes for a blissful nap, Erandur couldn't agree more.
Re: Waking Regrets 7/?
(Anonymous) 2014-03-10 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Waking Regrets 7/?
(Anonymous) 2014-05-26 02:40 am (UTC)(link)