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Muses and Mead 15/16
Date: 2013-02-16 05:47 am (UTC)Vilkas' lips descended down his stripped body, the Nord having torn his shirt to discover the elf's surprisingly broad and firm chest. He was perfectly hairy, running his warrior's hands through brown strands, stroking his inhuman scent to life. There was pale, raised scars across his body, a perfect symmetry among old wounds- ritual scarification. Vilkas stared at them in hunger as his mouth wrapped around the mer's lovely cock.
He wetted him, made the shocked elf shudder and thrust before an iota of concern came to him. “Vilkas, you don't have to..”
He only sucked harder, pulling away to stare up at him, his voice deep with need “I'm getting you wet, how else are you going to fuck me?” The mer's cock jolted , swelling in Vilkas' mouth making the man purr with appreciation. “That's what you want, right?” He moaned, sounding bitter under his arousal. He couldn't lie. He wanted to, and Vilkas spread his legs open before him, laying on his back.
“Come on,” Vilkas whined when he felt the cock rest at his hole, whatever he was going to say next came out as a silky, wonderful moan.
Vilkas found pleasure in the pain, head thrown back and mouth agape while the bosmer carefully pierced him. He didn't stop until he felt hips against his ass, seeing the mer staring down at him in heated concentration.
“Are you alright?” Vilkas gasped in response, he wasn't, but he would be. He moved again, the nord's passage feeling a tremendous heat that made his entire body shake. He did it again, and then again. Their tongues tangled and the pace of their dance was set.
Fucking him was like poetry, his body jolted and writhed, twisted around him like beautiful words making the mer's own body dance up against him, unabashedly whorish and desperate. Vilkas' back curled if his hands where bound, not allowing their lips to separate from a kiss that was almost overwhelmingly passionate for him to adjust to. Vilkas desperately ate his face, tasted him and seethed between his teeth when he had a lip sunken between his teeth.
“Are you going to fuck me, or what?” He would gasp out, his accent so thick. “Don't just lay there like a fool. I want it harder.” Vilkas' legs tangled around his waist, humping up on the mans hips and urging him. “Bless you!” he cried in heated exasperation, fucking him as if his life depended on it. The elf didn't know that fine breadth between the man and the beast in Vilkas while they rutted, it was wonderful.
Looking into that face, eyes soaked in pleasure and bloodshot, he didn't think he was going to last. Vilkas was tighter than he could imagine, the nord started to gasp and shudder, spreading his legs wider to take him in. “Gods, you need to keep going-” Vilkas moaned up to him, shaking and unable to do anything other than feel the cock inside him. “Do you want to cum for me?” Dragonborn whispered, feeling hot breath puffing his ear. “Yes,” Vilkas gasped “Gods yes!”
Re: Muses and Mead 16 FINISHED!
Date: 2013-02-16 05:50 am (UTC)He gasped as the mer collapsed on him, Vilkas' arms moving to their sides. His world spun as he tried to bring breath back into his lungs, feeling dreadlocks spread across his shoulder like a draped hand. His hole contracted and throbbed around the bosmer's softening cock, trembling under his solid weight. The elf faltered in thought, but carefully reached a bare hand up, stroking his pale shoulder and chest. It was comforting not to be pushed away.
Vilkas let him lay there, buried deeply inside him, until they both felt the sweat dry off their bodies and their breath return. The artist had his eyes closed, his face resting against the Nord's chest which he stroked and palmed “You're not going to make me leave, are you?” He finally spoke up.
“No, I won't.” Vilkas said, his voice hoarse and low. His mind had been surprisingly empty until it came to him about everything that'd just happened. He felt as if a vice around his heart had been loosened, a constant coldness let out to warm. Was this relief? Acceptance?
“You've been so good to me,” He admitted “And I've been stubborn, Pathetically so.” The Bosmer chose to let Vilkas sort his own self out “I failed to see just how bad it's become, I've been in the dark for so long...It took a friend like you to see me through it.”
“You're not out of it yet” the elf looked up, reaching forward to touch Vilkas' cheek, seeing his face stained with his runny paint. The companion took the time to actually enjoy his face- his pouty lips covered in bites, the fascinating bone structure, his hawk-like nose. He called him friend, but the turmoil that stirred inside him merely looking at the elf felt more like a lover's doing.
Vilkas sighed when the elf heaved himself up from his chest, withdrawing slowly and Vilkas had the full view of the dried mess clinging to his stomach, of the mers flaccid cock. A tan hand massaged his thigh, moving achingly slow up and over his sack. Vilkas shuddered to the touch but not unyielding “What are you doing?” he whispered, feeling a chill rush over his spent member.
“Just relax..” Vilkas stared at him, uncertain but then his eyes drifted shut, arms relaxed.
“Rest your mind, Vilkas.” He began to feel the artist's hands map his body, comfortingly and sensuously. Soon Vilkas' eyes refused to open with his mouth slack in exhaustion and physical contentment- the Bosmer smiled when he heard the young Nord's first snore. He was out, probably for the first time in more than a week..
He couldn't leave this spot, seated on his knees with Vilkas' legs wrapped around his thighs. The wolf man would wake up even if he tried to leave, so he stayed. All night the artist sat motionless aside from a gentle stroke or touch on Vilkas' body, writing poetry in his mind of him. Please let this be the start of something better for him, and for them.
((Well that winded up a lot longer than I thought it was going to be, but I had fun writing it. I wasn't honestly expecting Vilkas to turn out such a dark character, but the bosmer did meet vilkas during a very rough time in his life. Thanks for reading!))
Re: Muses and Mead 16 tags
Date: 2013-02-16 05:57 am (UTC)Relationship: slash
Characters: Vilkas, Farkas, M!DB
Kinks: unrequited affection, angst, hurt/comfort, masturbation, oral, anal, angry sex
Re: Muses and Mead 16 tags
Date: 2013-02-17 12:22 am (UTC)Re: Muses and Mead 16 FINISHED!
Date: 2013-02-16 07:23 pm (UTC)Re: Muses and Mead 16 FINISHED!
Date: 2013-02-16 07:48 pm (UTC)And maybe I'll put a name to him in my next fill
Re: Muses and Mead 16 FINISHED!
Date: 2013-02-17 01:23 am (UTC)