A/N: Long time creeper, but first-time filler anon. As such, constructive criticism would be appreciated.
!!!FUTA WARNING!!!
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Lydia jolted awake to a pitch-black room and the sounds of a crash, senses fully alert, muscles tensed, hand grasping for her sword.
She listened intently for a moment, eyes searching the impenetrable darkness before relaxing back onto the bed and letting out her held breath with a sigh.
They were at it again.
Through her not-thick-enough doorway came the sounds of the Dragonborn and her lover, Aela, furiously engaged in either battle or love-making; it was hard to determine which most of the time.
Heavy, ragged breathing, moans, muffled thuds, a curse, another moan and the decidedly wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh all served to turn Lydia's face a deep shade of red.
It wasn't her business what the famous Dragonborn did in bed, but it worried her that a mammoth might decide to stumble around the house and she wouldn't be able to tell the difference. And the messes they left in the morning...
Lydia rolled over to face the wall, placing her pillow over her head and dreading the clean up of whatever vase or jar they had broken to wake her up.
As the moans penetrated through her pillow, Lydia screwed her eyes shut with frustration and sighed. As bothersome as it was, it sounded as though Aela was a lucky woman... Her own hands betrayed her and slid down the front of her smallclothes. Maybe once would help her get back to sleep...
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"Fuck!"
The uncouth exclamation came through clenched teeth as Jane, famed Dragonborn, struggled in vain from the floor to extricate the tangle of bodies from the sheets that clung her, Aela, and the bed.
Hands pinned above her head, she kicked at the sheets, holding them in place with one foot and attempting to gather and remove them with the other.
Raising her hips to kick the sheets out from under her solicited a moan from her lover, currently stretched out above her and pinning her hands above her head.
Aela's eyes were closed, her mouth open, head tilted back as she pushed her own hips back against the hardness that penetrated her.
Sustained use of powerful Conjuration and Alteration spells, combined with too many encounters with rogue wizards, necromancers, warlocks, Daedric lords, and strange magicks had left even the resistant Breton uniquely "gifted".
Aela certainly hadn't seemed to mind when Jane's "gift" of an 8-inch penis had been revealed, preferring instead to jump Jane in the depths of the ancient crypt they had been making their way through.
And Jane certainly couldn't mind as Aela began rocking her hips back and forth, eyes locked on Jane's and her breath coming in short, hard gasps.
Jane struggled to make her hips match Aela's rhythm, but with her hands above her head and feet tangled in sheets, she could only thrash about ineffectually.
Aela brought her face closer to Jane's, their hot breaths mingling in the small space between them. Jane struggled to free her hands, desperate to touch Aela, to feel her skin, soft breasts, anything.
However, she could only struggle, bringing a half-smile to Aela's face as she watched Jane's lose composure. Jane was moaning faster, toes curling and uncurling, feeling her release building up.
"Come, Dragonborn, where are your mighty Thu'um? Your powerful spells? You can easily overpower me. Become one with Hircine, bind me with your magic, give yourself more strength."
But Jane's moans were coming in unchecked now as Aela rocked her hips faster, lowering her head to kiss Jane's ear. Jane's breath rasped through her clenched teeth as Aela rode her at a breakneck pace, never stopping.
Jane's eyes squeezed shut, her mouth opened in a silent yell, and her body arched like a bow up into Aela as her climax reached her. Jane's member throbbed into Aela, spurting a long strand of cum deep inside Aela before Jane's hips fell back to the floor.
Thrilling (1/?)
!!!FUTA WARNING!!!
-----
Lydia jolted awake to a pitch-black room and the sounds of a crash, senses fully alert, muscles tensed, hand grasping for her sword.
She listened intently for a moment, eyes searching the impenetrable darkness before relaxing back onto the bed and letting out her held breath with a sigh.
They were at it again.
Through her not-thick-enough doorway came the sounds of the Dragonborn and her lover, Aela, furiously engaged in either battle or love-making; it was hard to determine which most of the time.
Heavy, ragged breathing, moans, muffled thuds, a curse, another moan and the decidedly wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh all served to turn Lydia's face a deep shade of red.
It wasn't her business what the famous Dragonborn did in bed, but it worried her that a mammoth might decide to stumble around the house and she wouldn't be able to tell the difference. And the messes they left in the morning...
Lydia rolled over to face the wall, placing her pillow over her head and dreading the clean up of whatever vase or jar they had broken to wake her up.
As the moans penetrated through her pillow, Lydia screwed her eyes shut with frustration and sighed. As bothersome as it was, it sounded as though Aela was a lucky woman... Her own hands betrayed her and slid down the front of her smallclothes. Maybe once would help her get back to sleep...
-----
"Fuck!"
The uncouth exclamation came through clenched teeth as Jane, famed Dragonborn, struggled in vain from the floor to extricate the tangle of bodies from the sheets that clung her, Aela, and the bed.
Hands pinned above her head, she kicked at the sheets, holding them in place with one foot and attempting to gather and remove them with the other.
Raising her hips to kick the sheets out from under her solicited a moan from her lover, currently stretched out above her and pinning her hands above her head.
Aela's eyes were closed, her mouth open, head tilted back as she pushed her own hips back against the hardness that penetrated her.
Sustained use of powerful Conjuration and Alteration spells, combined with too many encounters with rogue wizards, necromancers, warlocks, Daedric lords, and strange magicks had left even the resistant Breton uniquely "gifted".
Aela certainly hadn't seemed to mind when Jane's "gift" of an 8-inch penis had been revealed, preferring instead to jump Jane in the depths of the ancient crypt they had been making their way through.
And Jane certainly couldn't mind as Aela began rocking her hips back and forth, eyes locked on Jane's and her breath coming in short, hard gasps.
Jane struggled to make her hips match Aela's rhythm, but with her hands above her head and feet tangled in sheets, she could only thrash about ineffectually.
Aela brought her face closer to Jane's, their hot breaths mingling in the small space between them. Jane struggled to free her hands, desperate to touch Aela, to feel her skin, soft breasts, anything.
However, she could only struggle, bringing a half-smile to Aela's face as she watched Jane's lose composure. Jane was moaning faster, toes curling and uncurling, feeling her release building up.
"Come, Dragonborn, where are your mighty Thu'um? Your powerful spells? You can easily overpower me. Become one with Hircine, bind me with your magic, give yourself more strength."
But Jane's moans were coming in unchecked now as Aela rocked her hips faster, lowering her head to kiss Jane's ear. Jane's breath rasped through her clenched teeth as Aela rode her at a breakneck pace, never stopping.
Jane's eyes squeezed shut, her mouth opened in a silent yell, and her body arched like a bow up into Aela as her climax reached her. Jane's member throbbed into Aela, spurting a long strand of cum deep inside Aela before Jane's hips fell back to the floor.