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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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If not for the fact that he was a Thalmor agent bent on fucking her without caring for her consent. His fingers weren’t touching her skin, even though he was sucking her breast eagerly. Altia arched, her breathing ragged as his digits drove her into pleasure, rubbing her bud and walls without mercy. A shudder of ecstasy raced down her entire body, and her toes curled, as her orgasm crashed into her. He continued, only withdrawing his fingers when she jerked. It was too much.

He let her hands go to remove his gloves, and Altia tried to headbutt him, punching his stomach firmly. Winded, he nevertheless produced some leather strips and bound her hands to the headboard. Wrists securely together, she was completely spread open in front of him. She felt her wetness on her thighs, glaring at him as he sat up, moving away from her. The gloves came off and were placed on a nearby table, followed by his boots. The hood followed, nimble fingers unbuckling the various belts connecting its lower piece together. The belt came after, dropping to the floor with a thud. Altia stared at him.

His hair was short, not stubbly but cropped, enough for a woman to dig her fingers into. She hated herself for thinking of it that way. He shrugged off the long jacket, removing a long black tabard made of silk. When the tabard was gone, Altia was treated to his naked torso, lightly scarred and golden in colour. His yellow eyes gazed at her curiously as he watched her stare, the slightest smirk on his face. He wasn’t a warrior, but he was toned, muscles bunching just enough to betray his strength. His stomach showed the beginnings of abdominal muscles, brought on by agility and the occasional use of a staff.

He gripped the waistband of his trousers and she struggled, but her bonds were firm and she was forced to watch, unable to tear her eyes away, as he dropped the black leather trousers from around his waist and revealed a loose loincloth beneath. When the loincloth was removed, Altia had to stop herself from biting her lip. He was a good six or seven inches long, with golden hairs dotting the base of his cock. Two inches thick, he was uncut, and her sex clenched traitorously at the thought of him fucking her. His fingers were good enough, but he was right – he would show her pleasure unrivalled.

He approached the bed, running his fingers over her breasts before he straddled her, grasping her hips. He kissed her again, and she headbutted him. He fell back, dazed, laughing. Altia glared at him from her position on the bed, wanting nothing more than to strangle him.

“Not quite ready, I see,” he observed.

“I’m not going to let you fuck me,” she snapped.

“You don’t have a choice,” he told her with a grin, kissing her breast and sucking on her. She cursed, feeling his tongue lapping over her stomach. His lips pressed into her pubic bone, before his thumbs opened her up, and he licked a stripe up her slit to the sensitive nub. Altia swore loudly, whimpering as he tongued her. He sucked and she arched as much as she could with her restraints. He showed no clemency when pleasuring her, tongue darting inside her and over her most sensitive spots.

“I…hate you…” she gasped, and he snorted, gripping her hips tightly, diving into her core and sucking her. She wanted to squeeze his head with her thighs but she was tied too tightly. He was sinfully good, pulling groans and whimpers from her mouth as she tossed her head. It was torture. Altia felt helpless, able to do nothing more than ride his mouth. Her restraints creaked as her muscles coiled, pulling fiercely on what held her down. The inability to hit and kick at him was pure frustration, coupled with what his tongue was doing. His nails bit her skin and he almost hugged her hips to his face, groaning into her crotch. The vibrations made her jump, and she squirmed, feeling his tongue dip inside her.

He sucked her softly, his finger sliding back into her. Her moans echoed in the room, and Altia panted, slick dripping from her entrance as he licked her towards her next high. The obscene, wet laps of his tongue met her ears. Nobody had ever done this to her before, and he seemed to be devouring her, enjoying her taste as he fingered her. Because of him she would never view sex the same way again.