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First Husband - M!DB/Borgakh 9/??
Date: 2013-04-13 01:13 pm (UTC)“That works too.” He could see her teeth gleam as she grinned. “In fact, you’ve given me an idea.” He put his foot on the spider in front of him, seized two of its legs, and pulled. “There is a lot of truth to the overused line that size doesn’t matter,” he said through gritted teeth. Wrenching the spider’s legs off, he staggered back. “But it can help.”
Borgakh laughed, “You could almost be an Orc, sometimes.”
Dyce flailed around experimentally with his new weapons for a few moments. “Why thank you. Let’s get going.”
When they ran across a couple of sphere centurions, Borgakh followed his example by ripping a sword off one and beating it to death while Dyce dodged and stabbed at the other.
Best of all, they found themselves climbing stairs. Despite the fact that they hadn’t slept in nearly two days, the thought of freedom pushed them on, past the bruises and spider bites.
When they reached the huge, bronze door, for a moment Dyce was afraid it was rusted shut. Then Borgakh put her shoulder to it as well, and with a resentful screech it opened.
And there was sunlight, pouring down over the city of Markarth spread below them. Dyce’s eyes watered as he stared up into a rare cloudless sky. He found himself gulping fresh air, and it tasted sweeter than mead. He wondered if he was drunk on it. He felt drunk.
Water poured down through the channels from the mountain behind them, and he and Borgakh stumbled down the steps to the nearest bridge. They scooped up the water with their hands, and drank and drank. Despite the near-freezing temperature and the fact that public washing was probably frowned on, they scrubbed at their arms and faces, and let their feet dangle in the water.
Dyce had blisters. He wasn’t used to walking barefoot.
They grinned at each other. Most of the warpaint had been washed off Borgakh’s face, and only a few streaks of red clay remained around her eyes. Dyce could see the hair starting to grow back on the shaved portions of her head, just a dark fuzz that he was very tempted to touch, just to see what it felt like.
So he did. Just his fingertips on the side of her head, both of them still beaded with water. It felt like he imagined it would, soft, short bristles that invited rubbing, or stroking. She kept grinning at him, teeth white against lips a darker green than the rest of her skin. Eyes like sunrise.
Borgakh reached forward to run her fingers through his ponytail, tugging gently on the damp ends.
“It’s so pretty,” she said, like it was a decoration rather that part of him. “I like the colour. And it’s so long.” She rubbed his hair between her fingertips.
He could have done something with that, made a joke, but he didn’t. He was content to let her play with his hair. Well no, not content. There was more he wanted, and he wanted it more with each passing moment.
Eventually she lifted her gaze from his hair and looked into his eyes again. He felt her lean in when he did, and he cupped the side of her head with his hand before sliding his fingers down the side of her face and pressing his mouth to hers. He felt her tug slightly at his hair as her fingers tangled in it.
She parted her lips for him, hot and welcoming, but Dyce took his time, feeling her tusks press against his lips and then he flicked his tongue over her lower lip to investigate one further. It wasn’t sharp. He tilted his head and took the other between his lips. She liked his hair; he liked her teeth and he wondered what they’d feel like on either side of his cock; he thought he’d fit fairly neatly between them.
He purred at the thought and then Borgakh abandoned his hair and ran her calloused hands up and down his bare back as he shifted closer. She tried to suck on his teeth and he chuckled and showed her how it was really done; a tangle of lips and tongues and irregular breathing.
When they broke apart her eyes were shining. “I want you,” she said with some surprise, as if she’d just noticed something new. “I mean, I want to have sex with you.”
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Date: 2013-04-13 01:34 pm (UTC)Re: First Husband - M!DB/Borgakh 9/?? OP
Date: 2013-04-15 04:20 pm (UTC)Going to break my F5 key soon...
Re: First Husband - M!DB/Borgakh 9/??
Date: 2013-04-15 04:27 pm (UTC)Just when I thought I couldn't get any more dead, I read this. And died again.
Need a new F5 key, brb.