They crawled over to her, and Bryn gently pushed her flat on her back, kissing her stomach as she settled against the ground. Coolness seeped into her skin, but didn't dim the want within her. Karliah's blue eyes were glazed as she dropped her head to place a kiss upon Atria's lips, and then, after waiting for Brynjolf to do the same, mounted those same lips. Atria let her tongue run the length of Karliah's slit, feeling the Dunmer shiver at the touch of her tongue.
With fingers and tongue, she began to pleasure Karliah, who was already warm and wet from Brynjolf. The man himself was busy lavishing Atria's breasts with the same attention he'd given to Karliah earlier, hands kneading at her more ample bosom as he tongued her neck and chest. At his touch, her nipples had pebbled, and he brought them to his mouth each in turn, suckling at them while dipping a hand between her legs.
She bucked as his finger entered her, tripping in the rhythm she'd established with Karliah, who was moaning above her face with every stroke of her tongue. Bryn dragged his calloused, thick finger in and out of her depths several times before spreading kisses over stomach, going lower with each one. When his tongue descended upon her, sweeping and stroking in equal measure, she thought she might simply pass out from the pleasure of it. With a skill that spoke to volumes of practice, Brynjolf teased her, making Atria frustrated as heat and overwhelming want coursed through her, prodded by his actions. He was nothing like any lover she'd had before - where they had varied in experience, he was a master, and were it not for Nocturnal hovering, ever-present, Atria would have thought him a practitioner of the Dibellan arts. Even with him delivering bliss to every inch of her with his movements, it was Karliah that crashed first, atop Atria's mouth.
Warm and sticky, Atria felt the flood that came with release cover her face and felt proud that her experienced but not adept actions had brought climax. Karliah's keening filled the whole of the space around them, her body shuddering from the exaltation lavished upon her. After moving off Atria, she leaned back in to give her a wet kiss, and caught her gasp as Brynjolf suckled at her clit, his speed increasing.
Without needing to concentrate on Karliah, Atria was free to just enjoy and she did that, taking a moment to lean up slightly to catch sight of Brynjolf's head, threading her fingers through his auburn hair. He was so gentle, there was no other way to think of it than that, but there was more power in his light, teasing touches than she'd ever experienced, and sheer euphoria when he applied pressure with perfect timing. Hearing her own cries grow ragged, Atria felt the bud of orgasm begin to open, blossoming quickly as Karliah's hands slid over her body, her mouth covering a breast.
It was furious, the waves that enveloped her, and Atria shook from their force. Her howling sounded off the walls, echoing around, as colored lights danced in front of her shut eyes. So intense it was that she nearly cried as the pleasure racked through her, pulsing through each limb. In the moments after, when it subsided, she felt every part of her throbbing, her chest ached as she drew in breath, her throat raw from her screams of release.
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A Price to Pay 6/9
Date: 2012-08-23 05:29 pm (UTC)With fingers and tongue, she began to pleasure Karliah, who was already warm and wet from Brynjolf. The man himself was busy lavishing Atria's breasts with the same attention he'd given to Karliah earlier, hands kneading at her more ample bosom as he tongued her neck and chest. At his touch, her nipples had pebbled, and he brought them to his mouth each in turn, suckling at them while dipping a hand between her legs.
She bucked as his finger entered her, tripping in the rhythm she'd established with Karliah, who was moaning above her face with every stroke of her tongue. Bryn dragged his calloused, thick finger in and out of her depths several times before spreading kisses over stomach, going lower with each one. When his tongue descended upon her, sweeping and stroking in equal measure, she thought she might simply pass out from the pleasure of it. With a skill that spoke to volumes of practice, Brynjolf teased her, making Atria frustrated as heat and overwhelming want coursed through her, prodded by his actions. He was nothing like any lover she'd had before - where they had varied in experience, he was a master, and were it not for Nocturnal hovering, ever-present, Atria would have thought him a practitioner of the Dibellan arts. Even with him delivering bliss to every inch of her with his movements, it was Karliah that crashed first, atop Atria's mouth.
Warm and sticky, Atria felt the flood that came with release cover her face and felt proud that her experienced but not adept actions had brought climax. Karliah's keening filled the whole of the space around them, her body shuddering from the exaltation lavished upon her. After moving off Atria, she leaned back in to give her a wet kiss, and caught her gasp as Brynjolf suckled at her clit, his speed increasing.
Without needing to concentrate on Karliah, Atria was free to just enjoy and she did that, taking a moment to lean up slightly to catch sight of Brynjolf's head, threading her fingers through his auburn hair. He was so gentle, there was no other way to think of it than that, but there was more power in his light, teasing touches than she'd ever experienced, and sheer euphoria when he applied pressure with perfect timing. Hearing her own cries grow ragged, Atria felt the bud of orgasm begin to open, blossoming quickly as Karliah's hands slid over her body, her mouth covering a breast.
It was furious, the waves that enveloped her, and Atria shook from their force. Her howling sounded off the walls, echoing around, as colored lights danced in front of her shut eyes. So intense it was that she nearly cried as the pleasure racked through her, pulsing through each limb. In the moments after, when it subsided, she felt every part of her throbbing, her chest ached as she drew in breath, her throat raw from her screams of release.