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Sorta Misfire MPC/MPCS - Cynric/Mercenaries - Misfortunate Events (1d/??)

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A sudden gust of golden light engulfed the Breton; he was surprised at the Bosmer healing his bruised and bleeding flesh. The slight tears of his rectum knitted themselves along with the dispatching red nicks on his scalp and palms. Cynric still felt fear constricting his chest, attempting to struggle away from the morally-complexed Bosmer. Then a soft blue ball of magic formed in the mercenary's hand, casting the spell of calm over the traumatised thief.

The Bosmer was not one for physical and emotional pain.

The quick, skilful fingers stretched and slicked the healed hole once again, while a generous hand stroked the blood-filling shaft of the still bound, purring Breton.

Soon the mercenary was inside, groaning at the newly tightened passage fluttering around his cock. He petted the sandy blonde hair of the Breton, pressing their bare chests together to enjoy the skin-to-skin contact.

Cynric groaned at the steady thrusting. Eventually the thief realised that the elf's cock, buried deep within him, was pierced. He could feel the twin metal piercings on the underside of the brave bastard's length, dragging along the internal flesh of his arse. The Breton was a bit stunned at the pleasure it brings to the reluctant coupling between him and the sell-sword.

He shouted when his prostate was nudged, wrapping his legs around the Bosmer's waist in reflex. He tugged at his hands, writhing in sexual torment as Cynric moaned uncontrollably from the starbursts of pleasure. His body acted on its own accord, grinding its pelvis into the elf's. The Breton's bruised mouth slacks open as he pants wantonly. His eyes were closed in bliss as his wet cheeks were stained a bright rogue.

The thief's orgasmic face was priceless.

The sell-sword quickens his pace, grunting in effort by repeatedly hitting the mark of the oblong bump of nerves, pushing the rugged Breton to the pinnacle of pure pleasure. Sweat heavily pours off from each-other's overworking bodies. The very graphic sound of skin slapping wet skin and their tantalising groans was sweet music to them, feeding more to their conjoined flames of desire.