Niruin did so, and blanched at the firmness which was shoved into his mouth. The shape of the Altmer's cock did not sit smoothly in his mouth, and he fought an urge to retch. Thinking of the sword, he swallowed and focused on the task in hand. Sucking ferociously on Linwe's cock to get it over with faster, his tongue rubbing along the underside to enhance the friction, Niruin heard the moans from above that indicated he was, at least, not fucking this job up. Linwe's hand reached down to shove Niruins hood back and grab his hair, not gently, and hold his head in place while those hips pounded the cock into his gullet. Niruin put his hands on Linwe's thighs to steady himself, and wondered if fondling the ball sack that was hitting his chin would get this over with faster, when he felt hands from behind undoing the buckles of his trousers. "Mmfh!" He started to struggle. Linwe took his cock out of Niruins mouth and pulled his head up sharply. With a smug twist to his face he said, simply, "A cock's better than a sword, no?" Niruin had to agree, but he was far from happy about it. Linwe pushed Niruin's head back to his crotch and resumed his pounding, while the cold air hit Niruin's bare arse as his trousers were yanked down roughly. He tried to think of other things while a finger jabbed into his hole to stretch him, but all his thoughts came back to this ultimately humiliating moment. Hands lifted his hips, and as he felt the head of a cock being pressed into his opening, he realised that they hadn't even used spit to ease the entry. He braced himself for the pain, but suddenly the pressure ceased. "The angle's all wrong, his legs are too short. We should lift him instead." Before Niruin had time to work out what in Oblivion they were talking about, Linwe had pulled his cock from his mouth and the hands were on him again, flipping him onto his back and lifting him into the air between his assailants. The Altmer behind him hooked Niruin's legs over his shoulders so his arse was held in place over the mer's crotch; Linwe grabbed his arms and held them so his hands were near the Altners shoulders. "Grab hold and don't let go." Linwe snarled, panting with unfinished lust. Niruin did as he was told, and Linwe held him by his arm with one hand, and grabbed his hair with the other, pushing his neck back until his face, though upside down, once more level with Linwe's cock. So that's what they meant, was not what Niruin expected to think as the thrusting into his mouth resumed, but there's no accounting for the way the mind works under extreme stress. The mer at his other end grabbed one buttock and pulled it to the side with the delicacy and finesse of a drunken snow troll, and started pushing his cock in with the other hand. The unwelcome pressure again his rear make Niruin cry out against Linwe's groin, which only intensified the thrusting. He felt his muscles parting as the hard Altmer flesh slid into his hole, the length in him increased by the reverse thrusts of his body that travelled down him from the cock fucking his mouth. No time was given for him to adjust, and before he could think he was being fucked from back to front by the two elves, a pendulum of agony and humiliation swinging faster and faster as his abusers came closer to their peaks, the angle of his neck unbearable against the pressure of Linwe's constantly moving hips. All he could hear were the grunts of his tormentors and the sounds of flesh slapping flesh, all he could feel was cock and the pain in his limbs as they took his weight. Gradually he became aware of his own cock stiffening, growing up into the air between his two captors. The betrayal of his own body was the final straw. Praying that the others would be too involved in their own pleasure to notice his arousal or his weakness, Niruin sobbed in despair, the sounds muffled against the length of spasming cock that filled his mouth. The cum shooting down his throat surprised him, and he inhaled some, chocking and coughing as Linwe withdrew with a sigh. The greater source of his discomfort continued for a while longer, but he took relief from the thought that it would soon be over, until Linwe passed his arms to another of the group.
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Re: Summerset Surprise 3/5
Date: 2012-11-15 05:04 am (UTC)"Mmfh!" He started to struggle. Linwe took his cock out of Niruins mouth and pulled his head up sharply.
With a smug twist to his face he said, simply, "A cock's better than a sword, no?" Niruin had to agree, but he was far from happy about it. Linwe pushed Niruin's head back to his crotch and resumed his pounding, while the cold air hit Niruin's bare arse as his trousers were yanked down roughly. He tried to think of other things while a finger jabbed into his hole to stretch him, but all his thoughts came back to this ultimately humiliating moment. Hands lifted his hips, and as he felt the head of a cock being pressed into his opening, he realised that they hadn't even used spit to ease the entry. He braced himself for the pain, but suddenly the pressure ceased.
"The angle's all wrong, his legs are too short. We should lift him instead." Before Niruin had time to work out what in Oblivion they were talking about, Linwe had pulled his cock from his mouth and the hands were on him again, flipping him onto his back and lifting him into the air between his assailants. The Altmer behind him hooked Niruin's legs over his shoulders so his arse was held in place over the mer's crotch; Linwe grabbed his arms and held them so his hands were near the Altners shoulders.
"Grab hold and don't let go." Linwe snarled, panting with unfinished lust. Niruin did as he was told, and Linwe held him by his arm with one hand, and grabbed his hair with the other, pushing his neck back until his face, though upside down, once more level with Linwe's cock. So that's what they meant, was not what Niruin expected to think as the thrusting into his mouth resumed, but there's no accounting for the way the mind works under extreme stress. The mer at his other end grabbed one buttock and pulled it to the side with the delicacy and finesse of a drunken snow troll, and started pushing his cock in with the other hand. The unwelcome pressure again his rear make Niruin cry out against Linwe's groin, which only intensified the thrusting. He felt his muscles parting as the hard Altmer flesh slid into his hole, the length in him increased by the reverse thrusts of his body that travelled down him from the cock fucking his mouth. No time was given for him to adjust, and before he could think he was being fucked from back to front by the two elves, a pendulum of agony and humiliation swinging faster and faster as his abusers came closer to their peaks, the angle of his neck unbearable against the pressure of Linwe's constantly moving hips. All he could hear were the grunts of his tormentors and the sounds of flesh slapping flesh, all he could feel was cock and the pain in his limbs as they took his weight. Gradually he became aware of his own cock stiffening, growing up into the air between his two captors. The betrayal of his own body was the final straw. Praying that the others would be too involved in their own pleasure to notice his arousal or his weakness, Niruin sobbed in despair, the sounds muffled against the length of spasming cock that filled his mouth. The cum shooting down his throat surprised him, and he inhaled some, chocking and coughing as Linwe withdrew with a sigh. The greater source of his discomfort continued for a while longer, but he took relief from the thought that it would soon be over, until Linwe passed his arms to another of the group.