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Re: Intemperance (Mercer Frey/F!Dragonborn) -- 2/?
Date: 2013-01-28 02:35 pm (UTC)The walk back home, however, was proving to be more difficult than expected. Even with all of her attentions focused on putting one foot in front of the other, it was as if her legs outright refused to walk straight. Her bare arm brushed against an adjacent building, which she trailed with her hand to remain on course. She could see Honeyside in the distance, just a little further..
Calloused hands, a brisk, timely pull, and her back slammed against a wall, well outside of the dim lights illuminating the main streets. A knee pressed sharply between her thighs, followed immediately by a strangled groan which sounded far too much like her own voice. As she belatedly moved her arms in front of her to push her attacker away, her wrists were collected into one hand and pinned above her head. Warm breath ghosted over her ear before biting down on the sensitive pointed tip. She yelped, surprised by her own reactions as her back arched, intense, coiling heat spreading through her.
"Carry on like that and the entire Guild will hear," She knew that voice. Those ground, resonant cadences had been tormenting her since she first joined the Thieves Guild, but never once did she expect them boring into her like this. He chuckled directly into her ear, forcing a shudder as a fever shot straight to her midsection.
"G-Guildmaster..," she could hardly believe her own voice; quavering, but deep and clearly indicative of her arousal; something that, given the circumstances, she wasn't quite comfortable with him hearing. Every time she tried to regain some control over the situation, her faculties were mired down in a dense haze of intoxication and heady, simmering want, each sensation amplified tenfold. She could not draw her attention away as Mercer trailed acute bites down her neck, each one searing like a brand against her hypersensitive skin.
"Funny how we've barely spoken," his hand snaked underneath her shirt, cupping her breast as his thumb brushed over her nipple, "yet it only takes a few words for you to recognise me." Whatever she may have had in response died in her throat as his hand trailed along her ribs. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" His voice was low; he was practically purring in her ear, "all those stolen glances," he followed the curve of her waist, the nails scraping lightly along her skin like rough blades scoring her flesh. "You were practically begging for my attention earlier." Slipping under the seam of her leggings, his hand curled around her inner thigh. He released her wrists - an action that went completely unnoticed by the inebriated thief- and gripped her chin, tilting it up to meet his gaze. "Let's give you a few more things to remember."
His kiss was perfectly timed with two fingers sinking into her folds, his lips muffling the cry from her throat. Her hands fell onto his shoulders, clinging to his leathers as he viciously delved into her with fingers and tongue. If it weren't for his weight pinning her to the wall, she would have collapsed to a quivering puddle to the ground. Overwhelmed with so many sensations, she couldn't keep her reactions in check; something he pushed mercilessly to his advantage. Her moans were interspaced with whimpers as he pulled away, digits alternating between slow, languid thrusts and fingers curled inwards to stroke against her walls with methodical precision. She couldn't stop her eyes from rolling back, hips rocking instinctively to meet his ministrations.