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Threshold [Tags + Summary]
Date: 2014-01-31 02:53 am (UTC)Characters: Female Dragonborn, Lorcalin
Genre: PWP
Relationships: Het (Thalmor/Dragonborn)
Warnings: Unrealistic Sex, Oral
Summary: The Thalmor Agent shadowing the dragonborn finally decides to act and dominate her for the dominion.
Tags: char:F!DB, kink:size, kink:dom, kink:virginity, race:Altmer, race:nord, relationship:het, es:skyrim
Notes: Just a short BG, Lorcalin is following around the dragonborn under orders of the dominion but he does act like a bit of a troll as he does to any Nord since Eloine (my ditz of a dragonborn) sees him as a kind-hearted friend, ha ha. So he does constantly point out to Lydia and the Companions their precious hero is infatuated with a Thalmor. trololololo.
Everyone that isn't her wants him dead.
Threshold [1/9]
Date: 2014-01-31 02:54 am (UTC)He came down into the plains, turning to see the girl lagging behind and he waited until she caught up, her hopping on one foot before she finally sat down and took off her boot. Inside was a small rock and she began shaking it making him roll his eyes. “When did you get that?”
“Don’t know,” she admitted and he sighed.
He could see Dragonsreach from where they were, behind them the mountains still illuminated by the light and he gauged it was going to be about an hour to walk across the plains back to the gates of Whiterun. It was not far but they were isolated on the plains meaning it would be quiet as they went back. He looked to Eloine who was putting her boot back on, how small she was and he found himself staring. She wasn’t bad for a human but her lack of intelligence really was a turn off.
Then again, they were alone for once, her stupid nattering housecarl was not there to stop him, and it was the perfect chance to make sure she bent only to him; he came up beside her, looming over her until she looked up.
“Lorcalin?”
“My dear…” he sighed. “Take off your armor.” She stared at him, confused and he found himself rubbing his temples. “Just do it.”
“Okay,” she hesitated but did as he asked. The clasps were undone, the straps pulled and she hauled the heavy armor off, setting it down before her. She stood in her boots and gauntlets, no bindings over her breasts and only a thin loincloth on and he rose a brow at her. She frowned and looked down at herself not understanding.
“You do not wear bindings?” he asked and she shook her head.
“It hurts to breathe if I do,” she stated, her chest rising and falling and he stared at her, understanding now where all the sweetrolls that she ate went. Her chest was certainly unlike a mer woman’s. She was a little round, he could see deposits around her stomach and hips but she wasn’t repulsive. He stepped towards her, brushing her hair from her eyes.
“My little bird,” he mused, stroking her cheek and she began to blush a bit. “How innocent you are.”
She tilted her head, confused and he chuckled before leaning down, pushing her chin up so he could kiss her. It took her off guard, her little body stiffening but he continued, trying to be gentle. He couldn’t afford to muck this up. When he withdrew she was flushing, her hand fidgeting nervously and he frowned. “Something wrong, my pet?”
She let out a small pant. “What… was that?”
Threshold [2/9]
Date: 2014-01-31 02:55 am (UTC)She shook her head and he sighed, straightening. How delightful. “Give me your bag,” he demanded and she did so. He looked through the potions, finding none that really could help and had to settle on three bottles that restored ones stamina. The liquid was thicker than the Magicka and Health but not by much but it would have to do.
He set them aside and knelt before her, eyes on her breasts. “Well… I suppose this will all be new for you,” he commented and she fidgeted a bit, unsure of what he was going to do when he reached down and pulled at the strings to her undergarments. Her hands immediately flew to catch them, her eyes wide.
“Lorcalin!”
“Master,” he cut in making her stop. “Call me master, little bird.”
“M-Master,” she said without hesitation. “You shouldn’t…. that’s…”
“What?” he asked, irritated and she blushed, holding the strings tight before leaning down so she could whisper into his ear.
“It’s dirty there…”
“Oh divines,” he muttered, leaning back to look at her. Her face was red and he sighed. “Eloine, has anyone ever told you about sex?”
She bit her lip at his words. “…Y-Yes.”
“What did they say?”
She fidgeted even more. “I shouldn’t have it?”
He nearly laughed. “Who said that?”
“Aela,” she muttered. “She asked me before if I had ever done things… and I said no. And she said it was for the best, I shouldn’t have it anyways. I didn’t know what she was talking about…” She began to babble and Lorcalin found himself scoffing, waving a hand at her to shut her up. “W-Why? A-Are we…?”
“No,” he lied as he slapped her hand away, pulling her loincloth off. “We’re not doing anything like that. I am just going to reward you for being a good girl to the Thalmor.”
“O-Oh?” she seemed confused and excited and he looked between her legs, staring at how it seemed the fat had added to her down there. He reached up, a finger touching her and she clamped her legs together, flushing a bright pink. “Lor-! Master! D-Don’t! You shouldn’t!”
“Relax, my little bird,” he said, forcing her legs to stop gripping his hand so tight. “It’s fine. This is all part of the reward.”
“B-But-!”
Threshold [3/9]
Date: 2014-01-31 02:56 am (UTC)Other than her labia being a bit more fatty than he was used to, it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before. He spread her, checking, the slightest touch making her shake and he began to question if he could even fit. He drew back, looking to her stomach and silently he knew he couldn’t possibly fit all of himself inside her. She was short in all accounts, from her legs to her waist and he gauged it probably extended to her insides as well.
Still, he would be her first and the thought made him sport a wicked grin. He wished her stupid housecarl had come to witness him breaking her, watch her ride on his dick. It would have been satisfying to see her reaction to how the girl conformed to the Thalmor. Nevertheless he stood up, brushing hairs from the flushed girl’s face and he easily picked her up, ignoring her squawk so her could hold her, her legs moving to wrap around him. He gave her a kiss and she flushed.
“My dear little bird,” he cooed making her bit her lip. “You need to relax. I am giving you a reward, my dear. You deserve it.”
“I’ve… never had a reward like this…” she said in a shaky voice. He smiled and pressed his lips against hers again, faking affection.
“No, I suppose not. The Thalmor, though, know how to treat one of their own. And for a good girl such as yourself, you only deserve the best,” he praised making her smile and relax a bit in his arms. He knelt, holding her as he did and he angled her so her upper back touched the earth, her shoulders against it but her lower torso being raised. She shifted, confused, her legs not sure on what to do and he simply slung them over his shoulders, looking down at her sex before him.
He looked up for a moment, muttering for the divines to forgive him for touching such a lower creature before he went down, drawing a lazy, slow lick across her pussy. She went rigid, her breath catching in her throat. “Relax, my little rabbit.”
She bit her lip, giving him a nod but he could tell she was confused which he shrugged off. He did it again, a bit more slowly and when she let out a breath, her legs shifting on his shoulder he rubbed her back, trying to make her less tense. It wouldn’t benefit him if she was. He maintained eye contact as he licked her a few more times, assuring her it was alright and she finally began to loosen. He spread her legs a bit more, licking between her folds and he could taste her, how her body knew how to respond.
Thank the gods that wasn’t on the same wavelength as her empty head. He adjusted her, her legs slipping off his shoulders to bend back towards her head and he was given more area to play with, his lazy licking seeming to do the job. He teased at the crown of her clit, coaxing at it to come out and below him she let out a soft moan. She covered her mouth, her eyes closed in embarrassment and he felt a bit of satisfaction at her expression how she was still trying to understand what she was feeling.
He gave her a wet lick, dragging his tongue past her clit into her dark pubic hairs and she giggled a bit, her hips moving.
Threshold [4/9]
Date: 2014-01-31 02:57 am (UTC)“Master!”
He smiled to himself but continued. She needed to be practically soaked, something the stupid potions could help with and he momentarily left her to grab one, uncorking the bottle and she whimpered from her position on the grass. “Don’t worry, my pet. Just need some help...”
She nodded and he could only smirk. Such a stupid girl. He tossed the cork away, coating his fingers with a bit of the fluid and he moved back into position, angling her up again so he could tease her again. He took the bottle, pouring a bit of it against her sex and she shivered, shifting below as he did. He rubbed the fluid in, kissing her thigh. “I know it’s cold, just relax.”
“It’s sticky,” she complained and he smiled down at her.
“It’s supposed to be,” he said as the slick additional liquid helped his fingers more. She was becoming looser, her body not resisting as it had but he still didn’t want to test it just in case she tore and he would have to deal with it. He leaned back down, still teasing her hiding clit with his tongue and his fingers began to rub her opening when she jerked. He looked down at her, at her closed eyes and finger being bit and he smirked, licking her finally protruding clit. She bucked, violently, crying out as she did and he had to steady her, surprised at her reaction. Seemed she was more sensitive than he gave her credit for.
“Alright, calm down,” he soothed and she groaned, her fingers pulling at the grass around her. “Looks like you’re not ready for that.”
“M-Master,” she begged and he had to admit he felt himself throb under his robes. Damned girl. He grabbed her hips, forcing them back up and he leaned over her, focusing on tonguing her insides instead. His tongue got in and he flicked it around, testing the waters and she whined from below, tearing the stalks of grass around her letting him know he was on the right track. His fingers went to teasing the skin around her clit, putting pressure anywhere but on it and he could feel her starting to respond again, aching.
He gave her a long, wet lick to reward her and she arched her back, panting as she did. “M-Master, I f-feel dirty…” she complained and he scowled at her as he teased her opening. “S-Something is in my stomach…”
“Your stomach?” he questioned and she nodded, turning bright. He looked at her, knowing she was too stupid to probably comprehend what he was doing but he had to ask. “Describe it.”
“E-Eh?”
He rolled his eyes. “Tell me what it feels like.”
She bit her lip. “L-Like… I have…” she flushed. “Like dragon fire…”
He stared at her then went back down. So she could feel the starting of an orgasm. Virgins… No stamina whatsoever. He removed his fingers, only using his tongue and the loss of the extra stimulation was felt by her, her body shifting more now trying to take his tongue in. He eventually pulled that away, having had enough of her pussy against his lips and he took to gently teasing her with a single finger, running it up and down her folds. She whined. “Mas-s-ster…”
Threshold [5/9]
Date: 2014-01-31 02:58 am (UTC)She flushed at his words. “I-I’m sorry!”
He grinned. “As you should be,” he remarked, letting her body fall back against the earth as he leaned down to kiss her. She whimpered against his tongue and he made sure she tasted herself on his lips. “What should I do with such a naughty thing?”
“I’ll be good!” she protested, not understanding how teasing in bed went and he chuckled, his finger still rubbing her folds.
“Oh, you will be when I’m through. But right now…” he pressed his lips against hers. “Tell me what you’ll do for me about this? How lewd you’re being.”
She squirmed, her cheeks blazing and her eyes confused and she clung to him, nuzzling his neck. “I-I’ll be good, Master! I promise! F-For the Thalmor, like you said…”
The thought drove a shiver down his own spine and he found himself licking his lips. “And how, little bird? How will you be good for us Thalmor who protect you and help you?”
She bucked against his finger which was now pushing against her entrance, the tip going in. “I-I’ll d-do anything…” she begged – gods she begged. “Please, Lorcalin, I’ll be a good girl!”
He hated her, he really did, how she was so stupidly innocent and how he wanted to tear that from her, to fuck her damned idiotic brains out. He pulled away, undoing the belt to his black trousers under his robes and they were pushed down enough to get himself free. He groaned when he did, not realizing how uncomfortable it had been and he grabbed her arm, pulling her to him. “Suck it, Eloine.”
She let out a breath, confused and he fisted her hair. “Put your mouth on me and suck.”
She did so without a complaint, her swollen lips touching his cock and he had to put a hand to his forehead to steady himself, her sweet, innocent lips meekly running down his shaft. She didn’t understand what to do and he reached down, guiding her. “Suck, my little bird. Like you would your fingers after eating a sweetroll.”
She understood the concept and moved her head down his length a bit, swallowing against him. He winced, gripping her hair. “No teeth!”
She made a muffled noise but she didn’t grip him and he eased her head up, listening to the wet pop as she pulled off. “M-Master?”
He steadied himself again. “Just… do that, my pet. Alright? Like a good girl for the Thalmor.”
She nodded and went back down, swallowing what she could and he bent over, his hand moving down her back as he did. He didn’t know if it was from her begging or the fact she her mouth was small and that over his cock felt terrific but he groaned, his ears feeling hot and he pushed her down more, indicating the pace she should take. She seemed to get it, her simple bobs enough and he reached between her own legs and began fingering her, his one digit slipping in easily. She tensed when he did, pulling off to gasp but he pushed her back on, hissing and she continued without a complaint.
Threshold [6/9]
Date: 2014-01-31 02:59 am (UTC)He grabbed the stamina potion, adding more to his hands and he pushed two into her making her hum against his cock. He groaned, hating her even more and it took a considerable effort not to thrust into her mouth. He knew what she was taking in was possibly all she could fit and he started prepping with more effort, his throbbing cock wanting inside her.
Her own sex seemed to pulse against his two fingers, her hips meek as they timidly shifted and thrust and he curled them inside, feeling her walls, searching for the sweet spot when she pulled off his cock. “M-Master? Something’s coming out!”
He stopped, frowning at her words. “What do you mean?”
“Something salty!” she said from below and he flushed.
“That’s…” Gods, what could he even say. “Fine. It’s normal.”
He felt her tongue against his slit and he tensed considerably. “It’s bitter!”
He was going to kill her, goddammit. He withdrew to lean up, looking down at her and she licked her lips, her eyes bright as they met his. He forced her back down on his cock, controlling her motions for a second just to feel a bit of control over her. She let him without a struggle and he pulled away from her, hitting her lips with the head of his cock. “Lick.”
She licked, her tongue sloppy against him, a bit of saliva forming at the corners of her mouth but he didn’t care. It seemed almost more deprived and lewd that way. He moved her up, allowing her to once again lick the tip and he held her steady as he gripped himself. He needed to come and her inexperience wasn’t going to get him there. “Open your mouth.”
She did and he began furiously jerking off, looking around just in case anyone was near before he focused back on her. She was waiting, patient, her tongue out and her small mouth open and he closed his eyes, cursing everything about the damned world before he thought of how it was going to feel pounding her little body. He wouldn’t even fit, gods above, she was so small and the thought of how tight that was going to feel sent him over the edge. He forced her to drink it, her movements sloppy as she tried to catch it but what didn’t go on her mouth dripped down to her chin and chest, his seed marking her body.
He let go of her head, his hands shaking as he did and she slowly leaned up, struggling as she swallowed. She licked at what she had missed, the white sticky mess starting to coat her fingers as she wiped at them and he lost it, roughly kissing her, tasting himself – gods above what was wrong with him – and she moaned against him.
When he pulled away she let out a pant, her eyes glazing over. “M-Master…”
He kissed her again, tilting her chin up as he did just to get that bit of a power trip. He released her and tossed her down on the grass, grabbing the potion bottles to uncork them and he set to work, more determined now so he could know if what he imagined felt better. He poured one against her, trying hard not to rush as he fingered her but how wet she was and tight only drove him further and she began whining from below, calling his title.
Threshold [7/9]
Date: 2014-01-31 03:00 am (UTC)She obeyed, panting as she did and he lined himself up, using the last bottle to make sure they were covered even more. He spread her folds, rubbed her thighs and began pushing, her resistance against him painful. “E-Eloine, relax.”
She let out a heated breath, shaking as she did. “O-Okay….”
He rubbed her thighs in encouragement. “It’s alright, my dear. This is your reward for being a good girl, alright?”
She smiled, trying hard to keep relaxed but he knew he was going to come across more resistance. He pushed, the head of his cock settling in and he groaned as she sporadically clenched, his intrusion foreign to her body. Little by little he went, the liquid from the potions helping and he slid down as much as he could, watching her as she did. She was trying to maintain a calm disposition but the sensations were obviously confusing her. She looked in pain, confused, as if she had been slapped but it would change to a glossy look the more he went in as if she was realizing how much she was being filled. She bit her lip, whimpered like a dog, her legs shook and her fingers dug into the earth until he found himself at an end.
He couldn’t go further and she looked as if he had already fucked her, her cheeks flushed and her eyes distant. He moved making her jerk, a whimper escaping her throat and she clenched down making him dig his nails into her skin painfully. Gods above she was tight.
He exhaled, remaining still and in the distance he heard an animal calling, the wind blowing through the grass as the sun started moving down. He looked at her, the dragonborn, Thane of Whiterun, a member of the Companions and now the girl whose virginity he had now claimed and he found himself smirking, reaching down to touch her face. She nuzzled his palm, panting. “Good… girl.”
“Lorcalin…”
He didn’t correct her and took to leaning over her, bracing himself on either side of her head, his hips eager to move and fuck the damned girl into servitude. “Keep relaxed.”
He still had a fair bit of himself not within her but that was the price to pay for fucking a human. He moved back, sliding out of her and she reached up to grab his arms as he did, not liking the motion which made him smile. When he pushed back down, gently, trying to break through her resistance and she let out a cry when the head of his cock hit the opening of her womb. He readjusted and did it again, still feeling her tense.
“I said relax,” he reminded her, her body shaking and she nodded, trying to accommodate his request as he thrust in again. Slowly she was breaking, her discomfort melting away and he slowly drove into her, calm as he did but he could feel himself wanting to just pound her into the dirt. The more he thrust, the better she became and finally he was able to maintain and shallow, easy rhythm to which she liked. Her legs moved oddly behind him and he adjusted them to being wrapped around his waist, her forehead against his chest and her fingers gripping his robes.
Threshold [8/9]
Date: 2014-01-31 03:02 am (UTC)“H-Hn?”
“I-Is this my reward?” she asked, her voice shaking as he thrust and he looked down at her from between his arms, her blue eyes locking with his and he nodded.
“Yes, my little bird,” he breathed out. “This is your reward for being a good girl.”
She let out another pant. “I like it…”
He increased the speed of his thrusts at her words, licking his lips as he did and he found himself peering at her again. “Eloine?” She looked up. “This is a reward only the Thalmor are to give you, understand? D-Do not ask of this from others.”
She nodded, biting her lip as he rolled his hips for a second feeling her damned tight pussy clench around him. “W-Will… all… the Thalmor… reward me?”
He flushed at the thought and looked away. He had no idea what his colleagues would say if the damned Nord Dragonborn came up and asked for a reward but somehow it made him chuckle. She could get herself in a lot of trouble asking such a thing but he knew some would relent just as he did. “Yes, my little bird. W-We will all make sure…” she clenched again and he groaned. “Y-You are taken care of.”
She panted harder from below him and he decided to stop their innocent little humping. He moved up, looming over her and he grabbed her hands, pinning them to her sides. She looked to him, confused, her eyes moving over his and he avoided them, staring at a point in the distance. He drew back, holding it for a minute before he slammed down into her and she let out a scream. He shivered at it, loving the sound and he did it again, her cry louder but not as satisfying as the first.
He simply fucked without a thought, her squirming and crying out only making it better. She thrust back, much to his surprise, the words coming from her mouth less than innocent and he grabbed her, holding her flush as he fucked her damned small body, swallowing her cries as she did. She bounced on him, nearly delirious, her hips erratic and inexperienced and he pulled out to turn her on her hands and knees, taking her from behind.
He bit the back of her neck, reminding her whose bitch she was and she cried out as he pounded her, marking her for the Thalmor. She would be theirs and theirs alone and none of her stupid Nordic companions or Housecarl could claim her again. He pulled at her hair. “Tell me who owns you, Eloine!”
“You!” she shouted without a thought, her nails digging into his arms as she bucked back feverishly. He bit her neck again nearly drawing blood.
“Who will you serve!?”
“Y-You!”
Threshold [9/9]
Date: 2014-01-31 03:02 am (UTC)She whined, thrashing, her head hitting his shoulder, her back arching and he reached between her legs, stroking her clit making her clench against him in a terribly wonderful way, her legs kicking out. “T-The Thalmor!”
“Good girl,” he kissed her neck. “Good girl, good girl, good girl…” He continued to praise and she let out a loud, animalistic cry as she had her first orgasm, her entire body tensing and making him choke. He continued driving into her, his fingers pulling across her white skin leaving marks and he came inside, ignoring his conscious warning him not to, fucking his seed into her body.
She collapsed, her cheek hitting the dirt and he remained above her, giving shallow thrusts while he panted, utterly exhausted. His nerves were frayed, his legs and thighs shaking and he looked down at her, feeling as if he may have overdone it. Damned girl was his first fuck in a multitude of years.
He pulled out and some of his semen went with it, spilling down her thighs and the ground. He exhaled, moving to sit away from her a bit as he calmed himself, reciting a mantra of his superiority as he looked around. She remained still half kneeling, exhausted against the dirt and above them the sun was dipping down near Dragonsreach signalling night was to come. He pulled back his hood, running a hand through his hair before he tucked himself away and struggled to get up.
He found her loincloth, stuffing it into his pocket as a trophy and he brought her armor to her, kicking at her to get up. She didn’t. “Eloine.”
She mumbled against the dirt, her eyes closed and he sighed, dropping the armor on the ground. He contemplated leaving her, the thought of wild dogs coming to eat her amusing for a second but he knew he needed her and he took to dressing her. The armor was as irritating as it looked but he got it on and made her shoulder her own pack.
He took to carrying her in a piggy back style, stumbling as he did and he slowly walked back across the plains towards Whiterun, grumbling as he did. He was going to sleep all night that was for sure. He thought of her annoying Housecarl and found himself grinning, knowing before he did he would have to make sure the girl knew of what he did. Their precious little dragonborn being fucked senseless by a Thalmor Agent; it was too sweet not to share.
She stirred against him, her cheek rubbing his shoulder. “Lorcalin…”
“What?” he asked but she said no more and he realized she was talking in her sleep. He sighed, blushing a bit at the thought but kept his eyes on the path ahead.
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Re: Threshold [9/9]
Date: 2014-01-31 07:40 am (UTC)Re: Threshold [9/9]
Date: 2014-01-31 01:00 pm (UTC)Re: Threshold [9/9]
Date: 2014-01-31 11:25 pm (UTC)Re: Threshold [9/9]
Date: 2014-02-01 01:27 am (UTC)I'd love to see more of them, especially since Master Lorcalin already mentioned making sure Eloine's housecarl is informed... <33333\
Re: Threshold [9/9]
Date: 2014-02-01 03:53 pm (UTC)Re: Threshold [9/9]
Date: 2014-02-03 12:22 am (UTC)Hell, Shades of Grey started as fanfic too, and now they're making a movie!!!