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

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A sudden shot immobilised Cynric, his expression and curled body froze into place as the waves of orgasm swallowed him whole. His mouth produced no sound, only stuck in giving a scream that is smothered silent by the ocean of utter ecstasy. His cock, trapped between the joint bodies, shot thick ropes of white liquid dressed the two contrasting abdomens in sticky semen.

The Breton rode out his high as the Bosmer grunted at his clenching hole. The elf ruts as his cock was massaged by the velvet walls, coaxing out his essence. The sell-sword came with a gasp, fucking his seed into the passage milking the Bosmer's warm release. He collapsed on top of the subdued Breton, giving a few shallow thrusts before stilling completely, branding a kiss the handsome thief's stubbly, pale neck.

The sound of clapping drew the drowsy mercenary to turn his head, his nutmeg mohawk dropping down from the induced sweat from the mind-blowing sex. An unidentified figure stepped forward to the exhausted fornicators, still clapping their hands all the while, as it revealed itself in the torch light. The voyeur was a hulking Redguard, adorned in a complete set of steel armour with a scimitar strapped to his side, his blue war-painted face was bunched up in a smug, entertained grin.

"Nice show you put on there, Filldan. Do I get to join in on sampling this little thief before I turn him in?" The mercenary head asked in his smooth, smoky baritone voice. It was clear he was more educated than the average dim-witted sell-sword, he has a decent skill in charisma tied under his belt. Speaking of under his belt, his own aroused bulge was pressing impatiently against his bottoms. The Bosmer looked up into his leader's dark rugged face, giving a toothy grin of his own in return.

"Of course you can; what kind of a lover would I be to not share..." Filldan replied, running his slick tongue over his dark lips erotically.

In no time the Redguard removed his armour, passionately kissing and masturbating his Elven lover to become aroused once more. During this, the now sober Cynric looked away in disgust and mild embarrassment. The Redguard advanced then on him, feeling the lean contours of the Breton's pale torso then rubbing his cock with an infuriating hum of approval.

The thief made the stupid mistake by spitting into that damn smug bastard's face. This prompted him to harshly turn over the Breton on his belly before a furry of sharp strikes landed on the thief's already abused arse. Cynric bit his lip to prevent his pained cries and gasps from escaping, putting up with the red-hot prickles of pain raining down on him; not giving those damned rapists the satisfaction. The Bosmer named Filldan stopped the infuriated Redguard once the thief's porcelain cheeks were a deep blotchy red, the heat from the spanking radiated off the lean rump.