“Do you like women, then?” Sapphire asked, when she had regained the power of speech. Arga laughed, licking her fingers slowly.
“I like men, women, Khajiit…if it can pleasure me, I’ll take it,” Arga replied.
“Khajiit?” Sapphire repeated.
“Their tails do wonderful things,” the Nord purred. “But enough about my sexual tastes, little Breton. It is your turn to pleasure me.”
“I’ve never pleased a woman before,” Sapphire said in a small voice.
“I will teach you,” Arga informed her. “You must know the basics of a female body from your own explorations, no? Here, swap places with me.”
And before Sapphire could say anything Arga had picked her up and sat her on the bed, laying against the pillows in Sapphire’s place.
“Now put your hands on me, little Breton. I’m in no hurry.”
Sapphire looked down at Arga’s sex, flushed with blood and slick from her earlier orgasm. She leaned down and Arga tensed slightly. Sapphire wondered why. She immediately went to Arga’s clit and started to rub. The happy coo that Arga replied with told her she was going about things the right way, and she rubbed a little harder, watching the Nord’s powerful thighs quiver. She sniffed her and scented the powerful, spicy smell from her slit. She tentatively slid a finger inside the bandit’s cunt and watched Arga’s reaction. The Nord gave her a pleased smirk, but her reaction was nothing like Sapphire’s, so the Breton slid another finger inside her. Arga’s face contorted slightly as the Breton started to pump her fingers in and out of the hot, slick passage and, emboldened by the look, Sapphire went a little faster. She was rewarded with a quiet moan. She realised she had neglected Arga’s clit and in a moment of inspiration closed her mouth over it and licked it. The resulting yell of ‘oh GODS!’ had Sapphire grinning in satisfaction as she started running her tongue over the engorged nub, pushing her fingers back and forth inside Arga. The Nord started to pant, and Sapphire slid her free hand up the woman’s stomach. Hopefully she could reach Arga’s breast. Mercifully she could, and began to rub the Nord’s left breast as she pleasured her. The gasping cries that began to pour from Arga’s mouth spurred her on.
She closed her mouth over the nub and sucked hard, then Arga was cumming beneath her, orgasming on Sapphire’s fingers and the Breton didn’t stop, speeding her hand up and drawing a tortured shriek from the Nord woman. Arga’s hands fisted the bedsheets as she collapsed heavily against the pillows, looking down at the Breton. She eventually pushed at Sapphire’s head gently. The stimulation was getting too much. The girl pulled away and watched Arga’s chest heave in pleasure.
“Are you sure you never pleasured a woman before, little Breton?” Arga panted. “That was excellently done.”
“I wanted to make you scream,” Sapphire replied. Arga chuckled.
“It was achieved, little Breton. Tell me your name,” she murmured.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Sapphire replied. Arga frowned, but conceded with a roll of her eyes and a sigh.
“Very well, little Breton. Now get on your hands and knees,” the Nord ordered. Sapphire was confused, but when Arga caught her nipple and began pinching it, she quickly turned around to stop her from doing that. She heard a draw being opened and then the sound of something being buckled up. There were a few slick sounds, and then something hard pressed against her slit. Without waiting, Arga pressed her hips forward and slid the artificial cock into Sapphire’s vagina, watching the way she responded to the bumps and ridges adorning the mammoth-tusk cock. She grasped the girl’s hips and set about giving her to most satisfying penetrative fuck Sapphire had ever had. Arga loved this particular toy. She had got it from Haelga on her first night in Riften after dropping the hint that she liked practising the Dibellan arts. Not a lover of women, Haelga nevertheless agreed on the condition that Arga had used one of Haelga’s toys to take her. Impressed with her technique, Haelga had purchased a new one for her the next morning.
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“I like men, women, Khajiit…if it can pleasure me, I’ll take it,” Arga replied.
“Khajiit?” Sapphire repeated.
“Their tails do wonderful things,” the Nord purred. “But enough about my sexual tastes, little Breton. It is your turn to pleasure me.”
“I’ve never pleased a woman before,” Sapphire said in a small voice.
“I will teach you,” Arga informed her. “You must know the basics of a female body from your own explorations, no? Here, swap places with me.”
And before Sapphire could say anything Arga had picked her up and sat her on the bed, laying against the pillows in Sapphire’s place.
“Now put your hands on me, little Breton. I’m in no hurry.”
Sapphire looked down at Arga’s sex, flushed with blood and slick from her earlier orgasm. She leaned down and Arga tensed slightly. Sapphire wondered why. She immediately went to Arga’s clit and started to rub. The happy coo that Arga replied with told her she was going about things the right way, and she rubbed a little harder, watching the Nord’s powerful thighs quiver. She sniffed her and scented the powerful, spicy smell from her slit. She tentatively slid a finger inside the bandit’s cunt and watched Arga’s reaction. The Nord gave her a pleased smirk, but her reaction was nothing like Sapphire’s, so the Breton slid another finger inside her. Arga’s face contorted slightly as the Breton started to pump her fingers in and out of the hot, slick passage and, emboldened by the look, Sapphire went a little faster. She was rewarded with a quiet moan. She realised she had neglected Arga’s clit and in a moment of inspiration closed her mouth over it and licked it. The resulting yell of ‘oh GODS!’ had Sapphire grinning in satisfaction as she started running her tongue over the engorged nub, pushing her fingers back and forth inside Arga. The Nord started to pant, and Sapphire slid her free hand up the woman’s stomach. Hopefully she could reach Arga’s breast. Mercifully she could, and began to rub the Nord’s left breast as she pleasured her. The gasping cries that began to pour from Arga’s mouth spurred her on.
She closed her mouth over the nub and sucked hard, then Arga was cumming beneath her, orgasming on Sapphire’s fingers and the Breton didn’t stop, speeding her hand up and drawing a tortured shriek from the Nord woman. Arga’s hands fisted the bedsheets as she collapsed heavily against the pillows, looking down at the Breton. She eventually pushed at Sapphire’s head gently. The stimulation was getting too much. The girl pulled away and watched Arga’s chest heave in pleasure.
“Are you sure you never pleasured a woman before, little Breton?” Arga panted. “That was excellently done.”
“I wanted to make you scream,” Sapphire replied. Arga chuckled.
“It was achieved, little Breton. Tell me your name,” she murmured.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Sapphire replied. Arga frowned, but conceded with a roll of her eyes and a sigh.
“Very well, little Breton. Now get on your hands and knees,” the Nord ordered. Sapphire was confused, but when Arga caught her nipple and began pinching it, she quickly turned around to stop her from doing that. She heard a draw being opened and then the sound of something being buckled up. There were a few slick sounds, and then something hard pressed against her slit. Without waiting, Arga pressed her hips forward and slid the artificial cock into Sapphire’s vagina, watching the way she responded to the bumps and ridges adorning the mammoth-tusk cock. She grasped the girl’s hips and set about giving her to most satisfying penetrative fuck Sapphire had ever had. Arga loved this particular toy. She had got it from Haelga on her first night in Riften after dropping the hint that she liked practising the Dibellan arts. Not a lover of women, Haelga nevertheless agreed on the condition that Arga had used one of Haelga’s toys to take her. Impressed with her technique, Haelga had purchased a new one for her the next morning.