F!Dragonborn/Cicero - "Touch" 2/?

Date: 2012-10-26 01:40 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
However, it was commonplace for Cicero to help Eira in and out of her armor. The Keeper was determined to serve, and who was she to deny him what made him most happy?

Left in nothing but her breast band and small clothes, Eira laid back on her bed, lazily watching Cicero as he rubbed the oil across his palms. He sat down beside her and began to massage her tired feet. His deft hands and surprisingly strong fingers moved from her toes, up to her calves and to her thighs. Working out all the kinks, the strains and the aches of her last journey. She hummed appreciatively as he worked out a particularly tight knot that had been plaguing her for days.

Cicero chuckled, "Feeling better, Listener?"

"Yes, very much so." She purred.

Heat pooled in her loins as Cicero's hand moved along her inner thigh, his fingers barely brushing the edge of the thin material that covered her sex. She bit her lip, and when her eyes met Cicero's she saw he was staring at her, and he was terrified. He quickly pulled his hand away from her, trembling slightly, "L- L- Listener! Foolish, clumsy Cicero apologizes! He did not mean to..."

Eira laughed, "No harm done it was just an accident."

Cicero didn't seem to notice and he continued to wail. "Cicero must be punished for his clumsiness! He surely deserves to be sent to The Void for violating the Listener's most private areas!"

"Cicero, it's fine! I promise!"

"Cicero did not mean to sully the Listener's virtue!"

"Oh, Sithis..."

"Cicero hopes his Listener does not think he offered to help her just so he could...could molest her. Cicero would never..."

"I wouldn't mind it if you did!" Eira clapped her hand over her mouth when she realized what she just said. However, she had managed to get Cicero's attention with that. He was looking at her with wide eyes, his mouth gaping open for a moment before he began to giggle like mad. She was completely mortified, and the fact that Cicero was laughing at her just made it worse.

"Look, forget I said that. Can we just..." She stopped talking when Cicero became quiet, eerily quiet, and pressed his finger to her lips to silence her. Eira's eyes met his, and what she saw there sent a bolt of desire through her body. His gaze was predatory and deadly serious.

"Cicero is willing to tend to his Listener's needs." he smirked at her, "Cicero would love to please his Listener, if she will allow him."

Eira stared at him as she fought an internal war with herself. 'This isn't right, he's totally unhinged and he can't know what he's offering. Can he?' Her mouth was completely dry as she scrabbled to string a sentence together. Here he was, offering to do any depraved act she could think of and what was she doing? Stammering like an idiot. "Well... If you want... I mean..."

'Already made a complete ass out of myself already, may as well go all the way...'

The sensation of oil being drizzled on her stomach stilled her thoughts and her babbling, she simply watched as Cicero rubbed the oil across her hips and her stomach, stopping just beneath her breast band. He unfastened the band and pushed the material aside, granting himself access to her small, pert breasts. Cicero cheerfully hummed to himself as he ran his oil-slicked hands across her chest, up to her shoulders and back down again. Eira arched into his touch when he cupped her breasts, capturing her hardened nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

Cicero ran his hands down the length of her torso as he leaned forward, pressing his tongue against her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Eira moaned when he pulled back, dragging his teeth across her hardened bud. He released her nipple, so that he could look up and meet her eyes as his hand trailed further south. He palmed her mound, pressing his hand flush against her and soaking her smalls in oil. Her knees quivered and her legs fell further open to allow him better access as a maniacal grin spread across his face.

"Shall Cicero continue, Listener?"

"Sithis, yes."
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