(More smut ensues! Note to archivists: I'll add tags when the story is finished, since the list of included kinks seems to be growing...)
There was movement in the shadows, further away to Laverna's left. She turned her head just a fraction, her eyes a fraction more, and to her horror, saw Thrynn in the process of putting a pair of boots on. Just how long had he been there? Had he seen and heard everything?
”What's the matter?” Mercer must have felt her tense. ”Oh, him. Think anybody here cares? They've seen and heard everything you can imagine and then some.”
His breath brushed the nape of her neck.
”Should I be greedy, I wonder, or invite him to watch? Would that excite you? I bet it would. Yes, you'll squirm and deny it, I'm sure. But I know your sort. You need to be brought low and held there with a firm hand.”
She shook her head, mouthed silent protests, because things like that were too dark and secret to say aloud, and yet he had done so, as if it was nothing.
Mercer palmed the slight curve of her stomach under the shredded dress, and her silent protest turned into an audible moan. She'd simply thrown the nearest dry thing on when she had shed her soaked armor. This meant no smallclothes underneath, which would now be all too evident, if it had not been already.
”Smart of you to be prepared.” The verbal jab was accentuated with a shift of his hips against her, and a new flush of heat went through her, because he was all hard and not bothering to hide the fact. ”Saves me some trouble. Thrynn”, he raised his voice across the Cistern, ”here's something for you to lose sleep over: our new recruit wears less under her clothing than you might think.”
Torn between lust and humiliation and outrage, Laverna closed her eyes, refusing to acknowledge the other man's presence or see his reaction. She bunched her fists, desperate for something, anything except this being still business. But... she had to prove she could obey orders. And if she did not, the moment would shatter and he would stop, and she might never, ever have anything like this again.
She had to endure... had to be worthy... and hope this would go on and on and end like the nightly stories in her head.
”You can move now”, he said at the precise moment he slipped his hand between her thighs. It was skillful and invasive and not at all gentle, and she arched up into the touch, crying out hoarsely.
”Gods! It's wet as Hjaalmarch in here”, he groaned in the low note of of his own need while his fingers dipped inside her and made her writhe and whimper. ”You're making this too easy.”
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Re: Simple Instructions, 4/?
Date: 2012-08-23 07:18 pm (UTC)There was movement in the shadows, further away to Laverna's left. She turned her head just a fraction, her eyes a fraction more, and to her horror, saw Thrynn in the process of putting a pair of boots on. Just how long had he been there? Had he seen and heard everything?
”What's the matter?” Mercer must have felt her tense. ”Oh, him. Think anybody here cares? They've seen and heard everything you can imagine and then some.”
His breath brushed the nape of her neck.
”Should I be greedy, I wonder, or invite him to watch? Would that excite you? I bet it would. Yes, you'll squirm and deny it, I'm sure. But I know your sort. You need to be brought low and held there with a firm hand.”
She shook her head, mouthed silent protests, because things like that were too dark and secret to say aloud, and yet he had done so, as if it was nothing.
Mercer palmed the slight curve of her stomach under the shredded dress, and her silent protest turned into an audible moan. She'd simply thrown the nearest dry thing on when she had shed her soaked armor. This meant no smallclothes underneath, which would now be all too evident, if it had not been already.
”Smart of you to be prepared.” The verbal jab was accentuated with a shift of his hips against her, and a new flush of heat went through her, because he was all hard and not bothering to hide the fact. ”Saves me some trouble. Thrynn”, he raised his voice across the Cistern, ”here's something for you to lose sleep over: our new recruit wears less under her clothing than you might think.”
Torn between lust and humiliation and outrage, Laverna closed her eyes, refusing to acknowledge the other man's presence or see his reaction. She bunched her fists, desperate for something, anything except this being still business. But... she had to prove she could obey orders. And if she did not, the moment would shatter and he would stop, and she might never, ever have anything like this again.
She had to endure... had to be worthy... and hope this would go on and on and end like the nightly stories in her head.
”You can move now”, he said at the precise moment he slipped his hand between her thighs. It was skillful and invasive and not at all gentle, and she arched up into the touch, crying out hoarsely.
”Gods! It's wet as Hjaalmarch in here”, he groaned in the low note of of his own need while his fingers dipped inside her and made her writhe and whimper. ”You're making this too easy.”