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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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“You are going to accuse me of Talos worship”, Hryssa murmured, her face closer to his than it had been moments ago, and he just looked at her lips wishing her to just stop talking, giving him a pause long enough to kiss her, taste her, feel that warmth; a memory that still had him mesmerized. She was however not yet planning to stay silent.
“I am going to tell you that yes, I do worship Talos”, she said, and to his horror he found her honesty utterly arousing. She was bold, he would have to give her that. “What you need to know before you make any rash decisions are my reasons.”
“So you admit to being guilty of this crime?” Ondolemar’s voice not controlled by his mind any longer, a throaty mumble, and his nose brushed against hers. In the back of his head he was reminded about how bad this was, how his work just turned out extremely difficult. Could he convince her to leave this path she’d chosen, in some way convince her? He doubted that. She was strong, independent and most certainly stubborn under that beautiful cover.
“Lavender”, she whispered, her bottom lip touching his as she spoke, “I have pragmatic reasons.”
“Explain”, Ondolemar whispered, his hands slowly ghosting over her back against the cloth of her dress.
“I am the Dragonborn”, Hryssa answered, one of her hands leaving the back of his neck, slowly trailing over his chest, “it grants me a great power, but using it is physically draining. You know what that would mean in a picky situation, don’t you dear?”
Ondolemar swallowed as her hand moved further down, closer to his painfully evident erection and sighed both of relief and discontent when it disappeared around his waist just over his hipbone. “Emptied magica pool” was all he managed to say, so he nodded just slightly.
“You are wearing enchanted robes”, Hryssas other hand stroke lightly over his chin, cheekbone, up to his ear, making his hood fall down, and in his twisted mind he thought this a question and not a continuance of what she had been talking about before, so he nodded again.
“Your robes gives you more power, Lavender”, she whispered, her lips now almost, just almost close enough for her words to be kisses, her fingers stroking over his short kept hair, “in the same way a Talos amulet and the occasional worship by a shrine does to my physical regeneration.”
“Hryssa.” Ondolemar sighed and nipped at her upper lip. “Why are you making my work so difficult for me?” In this case he found no honor in following orders and as it were he could hardly convince her to stop wearing that amulet.
“As will you do for me, if you decide to proceed, Lavender”, she murmured, and even though there wasn’t a slightest hint of threat in her voice, he knew what she meant.
“Now that would be a rash decision from your part”, Ondolemar whispered; just as calmly, but on the inside excitement was raging towards full storm, a suspense he hadn’t felt since the great war. How would she be in a fight? And that thought had a strange effect on him, a provoking lust he found very hard to understand. “I thought you were clever enough to understand...”, he paused just to taste her, just a small taste, her soft warm lips, the taste of jazbay grapes. Ondolemar had to pull himself back to his senses to continue, but now he was panting slightly. “...understand that I wouldn’t come alone if I was to pose a threat...” He pulled her closer, pressed his lips against hers with hunger, and still between his tongue plunging into her mouth and his teeth biting lightly at her lips, he managed to come up with a solution and force the words to be told, muffled against her mouth. “I came here with a proposal.”

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