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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!!!