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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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"So do you like anything about me sexually?" He was close enough that I could feel his body heat in the cold air of the tomb. I hadn't been touched by a man since I arrived in Skyrim, unless you count my fist connecting with their face as touching, and whilst a small part of me was screaming that it was Brynjolf it was being drowned out by the growing level of arousal.
"I like it when you call me 'lass.'" I was only half-joking.
"Oh, well, I'll have to do something about that." He reached out and tilted my chin up, thumb pressing down on my bottom lip to slightly pull my mouth open, my eyes flickered shut to savour his touch. "Lass."

My eyes slammed open and I deliberately bit down on his thumb before suckling on it with my tongue. Brynjolf's hands ran up my sides before sliding in to roughly squeeze my breasts as he backed me towards the closed lid of one of the waist-high sarcophagi at the side of the room. I could feel his arousal brushing against me as we moved. As the back of my ass met the cold stone Brynjolf picked me up until I was perched on the edge and roughly jerked my knees apart. His eyes, darkened with lust, flickered down to my glistening sex and he smirked, "All wet for me, lass?" I whimpered and Brynjolf slid his fingers along my slit, stroking and teasing before sliding one inside, thumb stroking over my clit. Another finger soon followed the first and I couldn't stop my moans or the roll of hips as I fucked myself on his fingers. Brynjolf leaned forward, roughly kissing and biting my neck, making his way down to my sensitive breast, fingers never pausing in their relentless torture, "Do you like that, lass?"
I moaned, my peak coming ever closer, barely able to form coherent thought, clutching desperately to his hair, "Yes."
"Tell me what you like."
"You. In me." The waves were crashing down around me, drowning me in utter oblivion. The world had narrowed down to pure pleasure and Brynjolf's fingers stroking over and over and over. I threw my head back as I came.