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Welcome to Riften Sweetheart 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

Sooo, I don't have any squicks to go off of. I was going to add a bit of slash, but I'll go ahead and side step it for now just in case. This whole thing gave me an idea for a follow up, and I could always add it then ;)

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It would be a damn miracle if they didn't get caught. That's what she kept thinking as the three men shifted around her, strong and calloused hands peeling her armor away and sliding over her skin. Every inch of her was reacting to them, mixing with the thrill of what they were doing to have her panting.

She was soon backed against the wall, the three of them spread before her. She felt a heavy hand on her shoulder and looked up hazily to see Niver grinning at her, before he forced her to her knees. The damp grass cut into her bare skin, and she blinked when she realized a faint blue light was just barely illuminating her and the men's legs. "Muffling runes," Jon explained, grunting as he tried to wrestle is armor off. "Don't need the Honorhall kids overhearing us."

Lena didn't have a chance to respond. Brik had laced his fingers into her hair, and yanked her over to him. The first to successfully get his armor off, his manhood now stood proudly in the open air. She swallowed as she examined it: her sister hadn't been joking when she commented about the size of Nord men. He was simply huge, long and thick. The vein running up the side was pulsing, and she could make out a little bead of arousal gathering at the tip, reflecting in the light of the runes.

He pushed his hips forward, his length sliding along the side of her face and smearing her cheek before she got the hint. Pulling back she gripped him firmly, a little rush of excitement hitting her as she wrapped her fingers around him. She opened her mouth as much as she could before she slowly took him in, sliding her lips purposefully over the head and following it with firm strokes from her tongue. He groaned and his hips twitched, but to her great relief he didn't buck. “You've done this before, haven't you lass?” He breathed.

She simply looked up at him with smiling eyes before strengthening her resolve and pulling as much of him in as she could. He cursed when she swallowed and pulled back, sweeping her tongue around his head before she plunged back down again and hummed. She started a rhythm, her throat already becoming satisfyingly sore from his girth. Completely focused on her work, she nearly choked in surprise when she felt fingers stroke across her slit.

“Mmm, she's having a good time,” Niver breathed from behind her, his fingers gathering the moisture and spreading it up to rub circles around her clit. She moaned and rocked her hips against his hand, encouraging him to continue. He chuckled and obliged, one finger continuing it's work on the sensitive nub while two others plunged roughly inside of her.

Brik pushed on her shoulder and she pulled off of him. Her moan was roughened by the abuse on her throat, and she was having a hard time keeping it quiet.

“Let me help you with that,” Jon offered, grabbing her head.