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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.

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Totally Thu’umed! (5/6)

[(Anonymous)]

Ylva kissed him passionately, enjoying his warm hands roaming over her back as she manoeuvred him carefully so that his back was against the wall by the time their kiss ended. Regaining her breath Ylva gave Farkas a wicked grin “my turn” she whispered, followed by a soft “Fo Krah Diin” directed at his arms, effectively binding his arms to the wall with shackles made of ice. Slowly Ylva kissed her way down his neck and further until she reached a nipple. She ran her tongue gently over it, before taking it carefully into her mouth to suckle.

After discovering her ability to strip someone with her Thu’um, Ylva decided to experiment a little. She could control the strength of her Thu’um so she knew she wouldn’t hurt Farkas. Slowly she drew back and whispered a soft “Fo”. Farkas shuddered and moaned as the soft frosty breeze hit his nipple, making it almost painfully hard. “More”, he rasped, to which Ylva gladly obliged, alternating between sucking first one, then the other nipple and using a whispered “Fo” to tease them with a frosty breeze.

Only when she had him utterly worked up did she move on, kissing her way down his muscled stomach until she reached the waistband of his already unlaced breeches. She quickly pulled them down, pleased to find that he didn’t wear any smallclothes. Continuing her way down she placed a soft kiss on the head of his bulging cock. Knowing he was close she whispered “Tiid Klo Ul”, thus slowing time.

Wrapping her lips around his cock she slipped her tongue out, running it over his shaft and massaging it gently. Slowly she took him in further, gently sucking the throbbing member. One hand worked whatever she couldn’t fit into her mouth, while the other gently rubbed his balls. Her tongue teasingly ran over the sensitive head of his cock, tasting a bit of pre-cum before sliding along his shaft as she worked a steady rhythm. When time returned to normal, Farkas went into a sensory overload. His hips bucked almost painfully against her face, pushing his cock against the back of throat several times before he spilled his load with a feral howl of pleasure.

The icy shackles long dissolved during the blow-job, his freed hands moved to tangle in her golden brown hair. His hips bucked gently as he rode out his orgasm while she worked to swallow his load. “By Ysmir, that was impressive” Farkas rasped as he lifted her back to her feet to claim her lips in another passion filled kiss. His hands travelled down her back to her buttocks. Squeezing them gently he lifted her, turning them both around so he could press her back against the wall as he pushed himself in. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck.

Both Ylva and Farkas groaned in pleasure as he sheathed himself fully inside her. Placing sweet kisses along her neck, he pulled out slowly before pushing back in. A soft “Tiid” slowed time a little, making Farkas’ thrusts almost painfully slow, but Ylva relished in the feeling of his thick member sliding against her walls, pressing exactly the right spot. A light sheen of sweat covered their bodies as he continued his slow thrusts. She could feel the pleasure building slowly deep within.