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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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Re: Misfire: Welcome Returns, sequel to 'All creatures great and small' 6c/?

[(Anonymous)]

The Dragonborn grunted at the move, shifting, his legs parting slightly of their own accord and he looked down to the Nord settling between them. He never got over his own amusement of seeing Farkas’s considerable bulk between his thighs, the way his upper arms were as thick as his lower limbs.

He could never get over the sight of his cheeky smile either, the flash of teeth behind pink lips before they engulfed his member.
His back arched, a noise between a cry and a hiss escaping him before he even knew it was coming. Fingers gripped and kneaded the cheeks of his backside and he couldn’t do anything but let his mouth hang open and try to keep breathing. Farkas was not one to suck someone else off very often. That knowledge alone, combined with his absence only made it harder to control himself, to stave off the impending waves of orgasm building in his abdomen.

The soft noises his lover was making as he lavished his tongue along his length didn’t either and Nibenor found his hands winding into Farkas’s dark hair, tugging insistently.

The Nord pulled back confusion on his face, lips red and wet and open.

“I thought...”

The hand in his hair tugged again, upwards this time as Nibenor dragged his lover back to his face, crushing his mouth against the other man’s as soon as he could. He could taste the salt of his precum on those lips and found that it was a small price to pay to have his lover press against him again.

He parted his legs further, lifting his hips just enough to let his wet length rub against Farkas’s stomach.

“I want you, inside, now.”

“But...”

Nibenor had never seen Farkas’s mouth snap shut so quickly as it did at the look he gave him. But then, he had never seen Farkas being obedient at all.

Large hands grasped at his hips, tilting them upwards and placing them in Farkas’s lap. Breath caught in his throat as the Companion sucked on a finger before moving downwards. He didn’t see the motion, only felt the slicked digit slide in.

Not without difficulty, he thought, marvelling at how quickly his body had adjusted to not having his lover inside it regularly. It was always an odd sensation, his body both welcoming the intrusion and fighting it, pleasure singing even as his muscled clenched in an effort to remove the offending digit.

He had to fight his body’s efforts, to hold back his body’s natural instinct. Until the tip of that finger brushed against his prostate. Muscles clenched again, harder than before releasing and relaxing, suddenly tamed.

A second finger was added at that, the digits beginning to stretch him and Nibenor let his head fall back, his hips rising to meet the intrusion as breath caught once more. He could feel Farkas’s spare had kneading at his ass cheeks before sliding forwards to run lightly over his sack, to teasingly touch at the head of his dick.

Muscles clenched once more and he found himself being hauled upwards, fingers removed only to be replaced by something much more substantial a moment later. He hissed, feeling the burn of the stretch despite the lube that Farkas had hastily applied to his own member.

The Nord smiled watching the Mer’s reaction carefully, supporting his waist as the he slid lower, taking more of his cock in. He had missed this, the warmth, the tightness, the look of concentration on Nibenor’s face as he bit his lip and began to move his hips. That in itself was almost more erotic than the feeling of his walls and the steady clenching of his muscles.

Almost. But not quite. Especially when he could pull the man’s legs over his shoulders and plunge further into him, drowning out the elf’s attempts to control his pleasure.

Farkas wouldn’t stand for that. He would have his partner wailing by the end of this. He would have him crying out in the native tongue that he only spoke in these moments. The Companion didn’t understand the words, but the tone, that was what made him pound harder.

Re: Misfire: Welcome Returns, sequel to 'All creatures great and small' 6d/?

[(Anonymous)]

Nibenor’s delicate hands were wrapping behind his neck, holding his torso upright at Farkas gripped at his hips, thrusting upwards harder and faster now. Whimpers were breaking from the elf, his abs trembling with the effort of keeping him upright, his hard length weeping a steady trail of precum. Grunts broke from Farkas’s own throat, feeling fire beginning to engulf his lower body. Sweat trickled down his back, just as Nibenor’s torso began to glisten in the dim light, overshadowed only by the swollen head of his cock.

It was entirely too much for Nibenor, feeling pleasure shoot up his spine as Farkas plunged inside him as deep and as hard as possible. Ecstasy overwhelmed him as the length dragged against his prostate, the heat in his body soaring to unbearable levels. He was aware of his back arching, his cock pulsing as he came, accompanied by a low, strangled cry. Muscles spasmed, clenching around Farkas and moments later, the Nord was crushing their mouths together, muffling his own groans against his partner.