He released her hair, taking to pushing her shoulders against the bed and she felt the head of his cock hit her womb causing her to cry out in pain; it was if her stomach was going to burst. She fisted the blankets below her, spreading her legs as her cheek pressed against her pillow and her eyes went to behind her, out the arched stone door. There was a figure behind them and her mind immediately flew back into a working mode, her body thrashing.
Ancano slowed his thrusts and finally looked behind his shoulder. Onmund was standing behind them, paralyzed, with Brelyna motionless at his side. They were gaping, speechless and Alla let out a cry of frustration, burying her head into her pillow. Ancano chuckled. “Are you two worms enjoying watching?”
“What…” Brelyna started. “Ancano-? Alla? Alla-?!”
“Alla!” Onmund finally cried out and she covered her ears, her pussy gripping Ancano’s cock tight, her chest ready to burst from embarrassment. Ancano laughed a bit deeper.
“Your friend here can’t speak right now,” he smiled at them. “She’s too busy learning her place!”
“Get off of her!” Onmund yelled, moving to try and stop him and electricity shot through Alla’s body making her screech. Her mind turned to sap in her head and she slumped, still feeling Ancano inside her pulsing. His voice drifted from above her.
“Come any closer and I’ll turn her into ash!” she heard him threaten. “Your damned friend accepted this on her own whim so I suggest you back off before making assumptions.”
Brelyna’s voice echoed from behind him. “Alla?! Alla, surely you didn’t consent!”
The gears in her head slowly moved, her mind coming back to her through the pain and she lifted her head off her damp pillow, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. She found herself looking up to Ancano, him giving her a smug look and she grit her teeth. Fucking bastard.
“I… want this,” she said quietly and Ancano smiled, grabbing her hair to pull her up off the bed, her back arching until she was against him.
“I don’t think they heard. Why not say it again?”
She clenched her jaw, not wanting to keep playing his game but he pulled out a bit and thrust up making her tense and cry out, his cock filling her again. “Do you want your little bottle?”
“I WANT THIS!” she shouted, Ancano chuckling from behind and he began his relentless fucking again, her back arching hard against him and her hands frantically gripping whatever she could find. She heard her friends behind her, sounding disappointed and she clenched her eyes shut, riding Ancano, trying hard to be someplace else. She sobbed, shamed, her body reacting to the stupid Thalmor and she started losing it, her thrusts back becoming wild and less rhythmic.
She tried thinking of someone else, of Fasendil or Nelacar, gods above, even that Thalmor agent in Markarth who acted half-decent to her – anything, anyone, imagining them behind her but Ancano’s hissing in her ear, his damned smell and rough touches made it impossible.
“Say my name, you Imperial bitch!”
She shook her head in protest, nearly weeping as one of his hands teased at her clit, purposely not touching where she was badly aching.
“Say it!”
“A-Ancano!” she whimpered. “A-Ancano! Ancano!”
“Louder!”
“ANCANO!” she shouted, hating herself for it, begging the gods above not to have let anyone hear her. “A-Ah! Ancano, don’t stop!”
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Drop Dead [7/?]
Date: 2014-01-16 07:45 pm (UTC)Ancano slowed his thrusts and finally looked behind his shoulder. Onmund was standing behind them, paralyzed, with Brelyna motionless at his side. They were gaping, speechless and Alla let out a cry of frustration, burying her head into her pillow. Ancano chuckled. “Are you two worms enjoying watching?”
“What…” Brelyna started. “Ancano-? Alla? Alla-?!”
“Alla!” Onmund finally cried out and she covered her ears, her pussy gripping Ancano’s cock tight, her chest ready to burst from embarrassment. Ancano laughed a bit deeper.
“Your friend here can’t speak right now,” he smiled at them. “She’s too busy learning her place!”
“Get off of her!” Onmund yelled, moving to try and stop him and electricity shot through Alla’s body making her screech. Her mind turned to sap in her head and she slumped, still feeling Ancano inside her pulsing. His voice drifted from above her.
“Come any closer and I’ll turn her into ash!” she heard him threaten. “Your damned friend accepted this on her own whim so I suggest you back off before making assumptions.”
Brelyna’s voice echoed from behind him. “Alla?! Alla, surely you didn’t consent!”
The gears in her head slowly moved, her mind coming back to her through the pain and she lifted her head off her damp pillow, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. She found herself looking up to Ancano, him giving her a smug look and she grit her teeth. Fucking bastard.
“I… want this,” she said quietly and Ancano smiled, grabbing her hair to pull her up off the bed, her back arching until she was against him.
“I don’t think they heard. Why not say it again?”
She clenched her jaw, not wanting to keep playing his game but he pulled out a bit and thrust up making her tense and cry out, his cock filling her again. “Do you want your little bottle?”
“I WANT THIS!” she shouted, Ancano chuckling from behind and he began his relentless fucking again, her back arching hard against him and her hands frantically gripping whatever she could find. She heard her friends behind her, sounding disappointed and she clenched her eyes shut, riding Ancano, trying hard to be someplace else. She sobbed, shamed, her body reacting to the stupid Thalmor and she started losing it, her thrusts back becoming wild and less rhythmic.
She tried thinking of someone else, of Fasendil or Nelacar, gods above, even that Thalmor agent in Markarth who acted half-decent to her – anything, anyone, imagining them behind her but Ancano’s hissing in her ear, his damned smell and rough touches made it impossible.
“Say my name, you Imperial bitch!”
She shook her head in protest, nearly weeping as one of his hands teased at her clit, purposely not touching where she was badly aching.
“Say it!”
“A-Ancano!” she whimpered. “A-Ancano! Ancano!”
“Louder!”
“ANCANO!” she shouted, hating herself for it, begging the gods above not to have let anyone hear her. “A-Ah! Ancano, don’t stop!”