Any lingering thoughts were driven from her mind as Brynjolf leaned in to whisper to her again. "Take off the rest of your clothes, lass. Lay naked and let me admire you." He bade in a voice made husky with lust His words had her tugging impatiently at the last of her things, abandoning her smallclothes as Bryn bent his head to capture the tip of Karliah's breast in his mouth.
She watched them, her hands skimming over her own body as she did, Bryn tracing a circle around Karliah's nipple with the tip of his tongue before flicking at the stiff peak. Arching toward him, Karliah let her head drop back between her shoulders, exposing the full column of her neck as he suckled at her chest. He moved between her high, small, pointed breasts, taking each in his mouth in turn, kissing and caressing the other, kneading the flesh while Karliah raked her fingers through his red hair. Their movements were mimicked by Atria's own hands, and she tweaked her own breasts as she watched Brynjolf, back arching towards her own hands, a crescendo of heat building within her.
Karliah was beautiful, her slight figure almost graceful as she arched her back, letting her brown hair flow down it. Her breasts were tipped with obsidian nipples that were glistening and hard as Brynjolf kissed and teased them. She watched him, her eyes locked on his every move as he kissed her collarbone, bit the soft underside of her breasts before swirling his tongue over the ends again. Karliah moaned, a sound as soft as her voice, but raw and uninhibited. Atria saw Bryn smile against her flesh before dragging teeth over it, one hand sauntering dangerously low before coming back up again and drifting open-palmed over her stomach. Whether it was delight or a need to escape that made Karliah shut her eyes, Atria didn't know, but she suspected that it was purely a reaction to the pleasure. Desire was already racing through her head even as she simply played the spectator, making her wish for touches that were yet to come, a climax that seemed too distant yet too close. A groan escaped Brynjolf as Karliah scraped a hand up his back, the sound of it an alluringly masculine contrast to the softer whimpers and moans that had been filling the cavern.
His body was muscular, scarred in a few places other than the one across his cheek, the one Atria burned to kiss. He had a dusting of auburn hair over the expanse of his chest, a whorl around his navel, begging for further, lower exploration. Around his neck, he still had on the amulet he always wore, and Atria guessed it held significance within the guild, for she'd seen Mercer wearing similar. Aside from his smallclothes, it was all that he wore, and of the trio, he was the most clothed. Atria was so caught up in examining him that she didn't notice Karliah turn to her.
"She's very pretty, over there, all alone." Karliah said in her soft, melodic voice, made deeper with want. He made a leisurely turn towards her to look and nodded in agreement, his benign gaze morphing to something more predatory as he took in the sight of her. Stripped, as he'd requested, her body bore the signs of her own touches, her stoked arousal contributing a pleasant warm flush to her already attractive frame, making her glow.
"Let's not leave her all alone then." Brynjolf's grin was wicked as he turned to Atria, and she shivered in anticipation, letting the trill run deliciously up her spine.
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A Price to Pay 5/?
Date: 2012-08-14 03:51 am (UTC)She watched them, her hands skimming over her own body as she did, Bryn tracing a circle around Karliah's nipple with the tip of his tongue before flicking at the stiff peak. Arching toward him, Karliah let her head drop back between her shoulders, exposing the full column of her neck as he suckled at her chest. He moved between her high, small, pointed breasts, taking each in his mouth in turn, kissing and caressing the other, kneading the flesh while Karliah raked her fingers through his red hair. Their movements were mimicked by Atria's own hands, and she tweaked her own breasts as she watched Brynjolf, back arching towards her own hands, a crescendo of heat building within her.
Karliah was beautiful, her slight figure almost graceful as she arched her back, letting her brown hair flow down it. Her breasts were tipped with obsidian nipples that were glistening and hard as Brynjolf kissed and teased them. She watched him, her eyes locked on his every move as he kissed her collarbone, bit the soft underside of her breasts before swirling his tongue over the ends again. Karliah moaned, a sound as soft as her voice, but raw and uninhibited. Atria saw Bryn smile against her flesh before dragging teeth over it, one hand sauntering dangerously low before coming back up again and drifting open-palmed over her stomach. Whether it was delight or a need to escape that made Karliah shut her eyes, Atria didn't know, but she suspected that it was purely a reaction to the pleasure. Desire was already racing through her head even as she simply played the spectator, making her wish for touches that were yet to come, a climax that seemed too distant yet too close. A groan escaped Brynjolf as Karliah scraped a hand up his back, the sound of it an alluringly masculine contrast to the softer whimpers and moans that had been filling the cavern.
His body was muscular, scarred in a few places other than the one across his cheek, the one Atria burned to kiss. He had a dusting of auburn hair over the expanse of his chest, a whorl around his navel, begging for further, lower exploration. Around his neck, he still had on the amulet he always wore, and Atria guessed it held significance within the guild, for she'd seen Mercer wearing similar. Aside from his smallclothes, it was all that he wore, and of the trio, he was the most clothed. Atria was so caught up in examining him that she didn't notice Karliah turn to her.
"She's very pretty, over there, all alone." Karliah said in her soft, melodic voice, made deeper with want. He made a leisurely turn towards her to look and nodded in agreement, his benign gaze morphing to something more predatory as he took in the sight of her. Stripped, as he'd requested, her body bore the signs of her own touches, her stoked arousal contributing a pleasant warm flush to her already attractive frame, making her glow.
"Let's not leave her all alone then." Brynjolf's grin was wicked as he turned to Atria, and she shivered in anticipation, letting the trill run deliciously up her spine.