“Get up,” he commanded and she growled but slowly stood, her eyes locked on his robes. He roughly grabbed her, ripping off her belt and undoing her tunic causing her clothes to become loose against her. He pulled them, tearing them off her and she found herself squeaking, covering herself as he stripped her. She was left in her undergarments and he stared at her.
“Disappointing.”
“Fuck you!” she spat. He forced her to look at him, his golden eyes flashing with amusement and she sneered at him. He smiled and forced her to turn around, ripping off the last of her clothes as he did. She flushed deeply and tried turning back around.
“D-Don’t be so rough!”
“I don’t care what you say,” he snapped and she was forced onto the bed, spread for him as he looked at her from behind. She finally had enough, turning to fight back but he easily avoided her punch. The consequence was for him to grab her wrists, nearly snapping them and she let out a cry. “Try that again, I encourage you to!”
She felt her breath hitch as he pressed against her body, her head hitting his chest from behind. She twisted more, trying to break free but his grip was tight on her wrists. She was helpless and she began to shake as she felt the tip of him hit her sex. “A-Ancano! Ancano, wait! I’m not ready! You’ll break me!”
“Good,” he said from above her and he began forcing himself in. She clenched, letting out a high cry but he kept going forward, not caring how it was affecting her. She was being stretched, his stupid cock filling her, forcing her legs to part to accommodate him and he hit the opening of her womb making her cry out. He shifted from behind her, letting go of one of her hands and she grabbed the headboard immediately to dig her nails into it.
“Hm. Shame,” he casually commented. “This is the problem with you human races. Your bodies can’t handle a superior specimen.”
She wanted to reply with some witty remark but she ended up moaning instead, her breath coming out in pants. She missed Nelacar. He was gentle with her and didn’t make her feel so dirty like this. Even Fasendil, though large in length, didn’t use her in such a way when he was desperate. She shifted, whimpering against his cock and her head hung down. She hated the Thalmor.
He grabbed her hips, pulling back and he gave an experimental thrust making her cry out. “Yes, moan like the bitch in heat that you are!”
“F-Fuck you!” she cried, shamed as another moan tore from her throat as he pulled back and he let go of her other wrist allowing her to grip the headboard more. He then mounted her, as if she was an animal and began pounding down making her scream. She lost her grip, falling to the bed and he grabbed her hair, pulling so she was uncomfortable as he rode her.
She begged the gods to make it stop. “A-Ancano!”
He said nothing from above but his hands roamed her body. He roughly cupped her breast, gripped her hips or slapped her ass while he was inside. She cried out, pulling at the sheets and some point in his relentless fucking she began thrusting back. She was sure her pussy would be broken after this so she might as well enjoy it, as twisted as that was.
He laughed at her over it. “Just as I suspected… of you humans. So proud until a true Mer shows you… what you’re missing!”
She panted and groaned in return, her hips meeting his thrusts back. He pulled her head back using her hair, looking down at her and she moaned when their eyes met. “Imperial slut.”
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Drop Dead [6/?]
Date: 2014-01-16 07:43 pm (UTC)“Disappointing.”
“Fuck you!” she spat. He forced her to look at him, his golden eyes flashing with amusement and she sneered at him. He smiled and forced her to turn around, ripping off the last of her clothes as he did. She flushed deeply and tried turning back around.
“D-Don’t be so rough!”
“I don’t care what you say,” he snapped and she was forced onto the bed, spread for him as he looked at her from behind. She finally had enough, turning to fight back but he easily avoided her punch. The consequence was for him to grab her wrists, nearly snapping them and she let out a cry. “Try that again, I encourage you to!”
She felt her breath hitch as he pressed against her body, her head hitting his chest from behind. She twisted more, trying to break free but his grip was tight on her wrists. She was helpless and she began to shake as she felt the tip of him hit her sex. “A-Ancano! Ancano, wait! I’m not ready! You’ll break me!”
“Good,” he said from above her and he began forcing himself in. She clenched, letting out a high cry but he kept going forward, not caring how it was affecting her. She was being stretched, his stupid cock filling her, forcing her legs to part to accommodate him and he hit the opening of her womb making her cry out. He shifted from behind her, letting go of one of her hands and she grabbed the headboard immediately to dig her nails into it.
“Hm. Shame,” he casually commented. “This is the problem with you human races. Your bodies can’t handle a superior specimen.”
She wanted to reply with some witty remark but she ended up moaning instead, her breath coming out in pants. She missed Nelacar. He was gentle with her and didn’t make her feel so dirty like this. Even Fasendil, though large in length, didn’t use her in such a way when he was desperate. She shifted, whimpering against his cock and her head hung down. She hated the Thalmor.
He grabbed her hips, pulling back and he gave an experimental thrust making her cry out. “Yes, moan like the bitch in heat that you are!”
“F-Fuck you!” she cried, shamed as another moan tore from her throat as he pulled back and he let go of her other wrist allowing her to grip the headboard more. He then mounted her, as if she was an animal and began pounding down making her scream. She lost her grip, falling to the bed and he grabbed her hair, pulling so she was uncomfortable as he rode her.
She begged the gods to make it stop. “A-Ancano!”
He said nothing from above but his hands roamed her body. He roughly cupped her breast, gripped her hips or slapped her ass while he was inside. She cried out, pulling at the sheets and some point in his relentless fucking she began thrusting back. She was sure her pussy would be broken after this so she might as well enjoy it, as twisted as that was.
He laughed at her over it. “Just as I suspected… of you humans. So proud until a true Mer shows you… what you’re missing!”
She panted and groaned in return, her hips meeting his thrusts back. He pulled her head back using her hair, looking down at her and she moaned when their eyes met. “Imperial slut.”
“F-Fuck me!”