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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: What happens in Markarth stays in Markarth 21

[(Anonymous)]

“So, this is what magic feels like”, Hryssa murmured and nipped lightly at his bottom lip, her eyes closed and laughter in her voice. “I was really curious, you know.”
“Will you recover?” Ondolemar whispered against her mouth, pulling her closer as he lifted her up with a low grunt. Even though he was making a joke of it, there was some serious consideration behind his words, but it was soon forgotten. Her legs parted around his waist and his throbbing erection slided over her slippery entrance towards his stomach. Ondolemar gasped. Damn it, this was too much. He buried his face in her hair by her neck with a groan, biting softly at the muscles, licking her skin; salty taste of new sweat on his tongue. By all things holy, this might be a shorter session than expected, he was already too close.
“Recover? You really are a sweetheart, Lavender”, Hryssa breathed by his ear and clung on to him, her arms surprisingly weak around his neck. “Have I told you that?”
Yes she had; this far whenever he had shown any kind of interest in her health whatsoever. That almost made him laugh, but only almost. He had been right in his assumption that she’d be stubborn, but her physical weakness after a shout; this wasn’t expected and it got him worried.
Ondolemar muttered something against her skin, to aroused by her presence to make it a full sentence and too distracted by his sensitive swollen erection between them to even know what he was thinking of saying; her whispers by his ear a tingling sensation from his neck down his back enough to make him decide that if she wasn’t going to talk about it, neither would he. It didn’t really matter, at least not now. “Show me to your bedroom”, he murmured instead.
“Is that an order, Lavender?” Hryssa purred, her voice a hoarse mumble and her fingernails playing through the short hair in his neck. It gave him goosebumps all over.
Ondolemar snickered and nibbled at her ear. “It’s an order.”
“So, what if I refuse?” Her breath heavy again and chest heaving.
“Would you prefer the floor?” Ondolemar kissed her throat, just under her chin.
“Oh my… It’s through the kitchen.” Hryssa replied with a moan, pointed him vaguely with her whole hand in the right direction. Ondolemar could feel the vibrations from her voice against his lips as he was working his way back to her mouth.