Brynjolf pushed himself up, and Atria could see his face for the first time since they'd come over to her. She'd expected him to look smugly proud for turning her into a boneless, floating, insensible mess but he didn't. His features had turned lupine, his eyes hungry as they looked at her. He kissed Karliah, still at Atria's side, but then leaned down to her, positioning himself above.
The touch of his fingers as he brushed a stray hair from her face was light, but seemed loaded. Indeed, when he brought his lips to hers, he was fierce, far harder than any before it. His lips bruised, tongue dominated, teeth clinked against hers as they kissed again and again, each time more primal than the last.
And then he entered her, spearing the parts his lips had just caressed, filling her with a heady roar from deep within his chest. It was as rough as he had been gentle before, fast and energetic, him growling with each thrust. He didn't lay on her, but stayed on his knees, her legs wrapped loosely around his waist, and she could see his face, the way he looked with each stroke. Watching him was almost as pleasing as feeling him inside of her, almost. Their hips surged together, both wanting more than they could take, she giving in to his wildness. Karliah was to his side now, and she grabbed his face, locking him in a kiss that slowed his rhythm with Atria.
He slid out of Atria, still kissing Karliah, who mounted him and the two of them moved into a sitting position, with her on top. Karliah dictated their speed, moving him in and out of her sheath with nimble, quick movements. Catching her breath, Atria watched the two of them, Karliah with her eyes closed and hands planted on Bryn's shoulders, hoisting herself up and down and he murmuring, stroking breast and body as he submitted to her.
Karliah came again, and Atria saw Brynjolf clench his teeth, hissing as the Dunmer released around him. He wouldn't last much longer, Atria knew. He spoke to Karliah in a low voice, sweat shining on her brow and she nodded, moving off his lap to lay against the cool ground. One of his hands stroked his length, Atria watching the motion, mesmerized. It crossed her mind that perhaps he finish himself, but then he stopped, watching her.
"Come here, lass."
Atria scrambled over to him, it was only a few paces, but seemed so far. He laid back against the stone and closed his eyes, motioning her to mount him. She thought that he might lay there passive, but his hands guided her, and she wound up with her back to him as she sank down.
They were slower at first, him caressing her back and breasts while she got used to the position. It was a strange thing to feel him all around her, but see only Karliah. She joined them again, kissing Atria with her soft lips as Brynjolf pulsed upwards into her. Soon, Karliah's fingers slid down to tease her, adding a welcome trill to the steady beat of Brynjolf. Atria came quickly, no where near as hard as the first time, but with a sigh, greeting the renewed feeling like an old friend.
But still she had Brynjolf inside of her when she clenched and shivered her second, more milder climax, and he had already endured Karliah's earlier. On the heels of her own, he finally gave in, yelling inarticulately as he did. Atria could feel the hot throb of his release inside of her, and she moved only slightly, working him through it.
When it was finished, she reached up and kissed Karliah. "Thank you." Atria muttered, smiling. Karliah was smiling too as she returned the kiss, saying nothing. Gingerly, she extracted herself from Brynjolf, who was laying still beneath her with his eyes shut.
"Thank you." Atria whispered in his ear, and he hooked a leaden arm around her, pulling her close. His tired kisses peppered her face, sweet, wordless acknowledgements.
The hovering sphere that had been the presence of Nocturnal winked out above them, apparently satisfied with their offering. All at once, the room seemed too cold, then was too warm, and they were suffused with energy from the goddess. Like it or not, they still had to go and stop Mercer, the parting gift from Nocturnal ensuring that they need not rest until they do.
A Price to Pay 7/9
The touch of his fingers as he brushed a stray hair from her face was light, but seemed loaded. Indeed, when he brought his lips to hers, he was fierce, far harder than any before it. His lips bruised, tongue dominated, teeth clinked against hers as they kissed again and again, each time more primal than the last.
And then he entered her, spearing the parts his lips had just caressed, filling her with a heady roar from deep within his chest. It was as rough as he had been gentle before, fast and energetic, him growling with each thrust. He didn't lay on her, but stayed on his knees, her legs wrapped loosely around his waist, and she could see his face, the way he looked with each stroke. Watching him was almost as pleasing as feeling him inside of her, almost. Their hips surged together, both wanting more than they could take, she giving in to his wildness. Karliah was to his side now, and she grabbed his face, locking him in a kiss that slowed his rhythm with Atria.
He slid out of Atria, still kissing Karliah, who mounted him and the two of them moved into a sitting position, with her on top. Karliah dictated their speed, moving him in and out of her sheath with nimble, quick movements. Catching her breath, Atria watched the two of them, Karliah with her eyes closed and hands planted on Bryn's shoulders, hoisting herself up and down and he murmuring, stroking breast and body as he submitted to her.
Karliah came again, and Atria saw Brynjolf clench his teeth, hissing as the Dunmer released around him. He wouldn't last much longer, Atria knew. He spoke to Karliah in a low voice, sweat shining on her brow and she nodded, moving off his lap to lay against the cool ground. One of his hands stroked his length, Atria watching the motion, mesmerized. It crossed her mind that perhaps he finish himself, but then he stopped, watching her.
"Come here, lass."
Atria scrambled over to him, it was only a few paces, but seemed so far. He laid back against the stone and closed his eyes, motioning her to mount him. She thought that he might lay there passive, but his hands guided her, and she wound up with her back to him as she sank down.
They were slower at first, him caressing her back and breasts while she got used to the position. It was a strange thing to feel him all around her, but see only Karliah. She joined them again, kissing Atria with her soft lips as Brynjolf pulsed upwards into her. Soon, Karliah's fingers slid down to tease her, adding a welcome trill to the steady beat of Brynjolf. Atria came quickly, no where near as hard as the first time, but with a sigh, greeting the renewed feeling like an old friend.
But still she had Brynjolf inside of her when she clenched and shivered her second, more milder climax, and he had already endured Karliah's earlier. On the heels of her own, he finally gave in, yelling inarticulately as he did. Atria could feel the hot throb of his release inside of her, and she moved only slightly, working him through it.
When it was finished, she reached up and kissed Karliah. "Thank you." Atria muttered, smiling. Karliah was smiling too as she returned the kiss, saying nothing. Gingerly, she extracted herself from Brynjolf, who was laying still beneath her with his eyes shut.
"Thank you." Atria whispered in his ear, and he hooked a leaden arm around her, pulling her close. His tired kisses peppered her face, sweet, wordless acknowledgements.
The hovering sphere that had been the presence of Nocturnal winked out above them, apparently satisfied with their offering. All at once, the room seemed too cold, then was too warm, and they were suffused with energy from the goddess. Like it or not, they still had to go and stop Mercer, the parting gift from Nocturnal ensuring that they need not rest until they do.