In the kiss he gave her then, there was the same urgency of before but it was more calculated, intended to give pleasure instead of instilling the idea of physical violence.
He wasn’t going to kill her, after all, but the idea of raping her should have crossed his mind.
He was playing a different game now and she was sure that it was another type of manipulation. In that moment, a conversation she had once overheard between Ondolemar and one of his guards came to her mind. They were eying the usual bustle of the market from the balcony of the Keep, looking down on others, always judgingly. They were discussing about man’s nature. “Flog them and they would remain strong in their beliefs, break their pride and they will bend like a twig in the storm” Ondolemar had said with a patronizing smile on his face that hadn’t reached his eyes.
The idea of letting her enjoy this had to be really pleasing for him. It was like a needed subtlety to make her understand her inferiority. He was just waiting for her to figure it out on her own. But did she have a right to complain since it had been her actions to put her in this situation? Didn’t she want to force a reaction out of him? To test his limits?
Well, Talos knows if I expected this, she thought as Ondolemar gave a flat tongue lick on the side of her neck, from the dip of her collarbone up to her ear, like male sabercats did when they were ready to mate. The mental image made her shiver and to take revenge for the lustful thought and the previous choking, Maren seized the opportunity that his position was offering and bit hard on his long ear shell.
The slap on her cheek came as soon as her teeth sank in the tender cartilage.
Ops.
He threatened to cut her finger if she dared to do that again. She smiled wickedly. In the haze of the moment nothing mattered aside conquering the other. Neither the place nor the chance of being seen was slowing them. If Maren had to be completely honest with herself, those walls built by Mer hands that spoke of blood, violence and betrayal were the perfect place for whatever they were doing to happen. This shameful thing deserved a dark corner in a dark corridor. A rough, heated fuck against carved stone. Nothing gentle or refined about it, just pride in seeing the other give in to pleasure and shame in feeling it as much.
“You are only words, Thalmor” She bit again, gentler this time, tracing with her tongue the rims and hollows of his ear. She blew on the wet skin and the action pulled a moan out of his lips. He didn’t cut her finger as he had promised. Maren got bolder with this knowledge and the hand that was firmly grasping his robes sneaked inside it. Her nails scratched his pale skin from his neck to his broad, hairless chest. He was slowly coming undone and she couldn’t help but feel amused and surprised by it. Ondolemar was silently staring at her from his half-lidded eyes. She marveled at how they could mirror his emotions and let seep the truth that his entire body tried so hard to conceal. He wanted her. Simple as that.
Maren couldn’t tell if he was more unsettled by the fact that he was lusting after a Nord, among all people, or by the idea that he wasn’t supposed to desire this. His uneasiness was a shared feeling. They had started this to prove that the other was eventually going to bend and in the end they have both done it. The only thing they could do was going along with whatever they had set in motion.
“Show me what you’ve got Elf”
Taunts were easy to manage. They gave a pretext to act, no thinking required.
Re: Ondolemar/F!DB - "Pantheon" 5/?
In the kiss he gave her then, there was the same urgency of before but it was more calculated, intended to give pleasure instead of instilling the idea of physical violence.
He wasn’t going to kill her, after all, but the idea of raping her should have crossed his mind.
He was playing a different game now and she was sure that it was another type of manipulation. In that moment, a conversation she had once overheard between Ondolemar and one of his guards came to her mind. They were eying the usual bustle of the market from the balcony of the Keep, looking down on others, always judgingly. They were discussing about man’s nature. “Flog them and they would remain strong in their beliefs, break their pride and they will bend like a twig in the storm” Ondolemar had said with a patronizing smile on his face that hadn’t reached his eyes.
The idea of letting her enjoy this had to be really pleasing for him. It was like a needed subtlety to make her understand her inferiority. He was just waiting for her to figure it out on her own.
But did she have a right to complain since it had been her actions to put her in this situation? Didn’t she want to force a reaction out of him? To test his limits?
Well, Talos knows if I expected this, she thought as Ondolemar gave a flat tongue lick on the side of her neck, from the dip of her collarbone up to her ear, like male sabercats did when they were ready to mate. The mental image made her shiver and to take revenge for the lustful thought and the previous choking, Maren seized the opportunity that his position was offering and bit hard on his long ear shell.
The slap on her cheek came as soon as her teeth sank in the tender cartilage.
Ops.
He threatened to cut her finger if she dared to do that again. She smiled wickedly.
In the haze of the moment nothing mattered aside conquering the other. Neither the place nor the chance of being seen was slowing them. If Maren had to be completely honest with herself, those walls built by Mer hands that spoke of blood, violence and betrayal were the perfect place for whatever they were doing to happen. This shameful thing deserved a dark corner in a dark corridor. A rough, heated fuck against carved stone. Nothing gentle or refined about it, just pride in seeing the other give in to pleasure and shame in feeling it as much.
“You are only words, Thalmor” She bit again, gentler this time, tracing with her tongue the rims and hollows of his ear. She blew on the wet skin and the action pulled a moan out of his lips.
He didn’t cut her finger as he had promised.
Maren got bolder with this knowledge and the hand that was firmly grasping his robes sneaked inside it. Her nails scratched his pale skin from his neck to his broad, hairless chest. He was slowly coming undone and she couldn’t help but feel amused and surprised by it.
Ondolemar was silently staring at her from his half-lidded eyes. She marveled at how they could mirror his emotions and let seep the truth that his entire body tried so hard to conceal. He wanted her.
Simple as that.
Maren couldn’t tell if he was more unsettled by the fact that he was lusting after a Nord, among all people, or by the idea that he wasn’t supposed to desire this.
His uneasiness was a shared feeling.
They had started this to prove that the other was eventually going to bend and in the end they have both done it. The only thing they could do was going along with whatever they had set in motion.
“Show me what you’ve got Elf”
Taunts were easy to manage. They gave a pretext to act, no thinking required.
And so he complied.