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skyrimkinkmeme) wrote2012-02-17 04:29 pm
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Skyrim Page 3 - "Either you're naked, or I'm drunk. Maybe both."
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Beyond the Ice and the Fire (Spectral Assassin/F!Dunmer) - 18/?
(Anonymous) 2016-04-12 08:19 am (UTC)(link)------
He deftly unscrewed the plain stone lid, revealing a nondescript, translucent salve of some sort. Her sensitive nose detected no whiff of perfume in the air, not even when he very carefully touched the tip of one index finger to it and advanced on her. The dry fingers of that same hand teased across her body first, light brushes against her jaw, along her collarbones and down between her breasts before anointing her small, hardened nipples with whatever concoction he held.
She didn't know what she had expected to feel from that beyond the pleasant touch of his fingers upon her, but nothing had assuredly not made the list. She raised an eyebrow, earning her a quiet chuckle and a mirror of that expression from Lucien....
… And the tingling began, progressing swiftly to burning, making Riva squirm slightly in her bonds, and she understood. “Firebell,” she whispered, as gooseflesh pebbled the skin of her breasts and all the way down her sides to her hips, referencing the sharply spicy pepper beloved in Morrowind and Elsweyr as a food additive.
“Well, strictly speaking...” his tone was richly amused. “What it is doesn't exactly matter in this place. But yes. That is what I would use, did I still wear flesh in the waking world. Now.” He rubbed his fingers together briskly, as if to dissipate the ointment – and that is probably what he was actually doing – and drew the implement from his belt. “It has been such a long time since I last conducted an interrogation.”
The thing glinted in the firelight, a small, thin blade revealed that was more scalpel than knife. Riva shuddered, eyes following that blade for a moment before fluttering closed as it teased painlessly against as-yet unbroken skin.
“I will tell you anything I can.”
“Yes... that is the difficulty, though.”
Yes. Yes, it was.
“It seems I need to make you be able to. Would you disagree, dear Listener?”
Again, the title. She felt tears gathering in her eyes against her will. Did he... ?
The blade flicked up, to catch her chin with the flat side of it and gently, precisely tilt her head up to look at him again.
Oh, he knew.
“Answer me.” The command was as sharp and yet unobtrusive as the tiny blade itself.
Riva forced out the words, not daring to shake her head. “No, I wouldn't. Lucien.” Her nipples were burning in earnest now, points of fire that sent shivers of heat through her core.
“Then let us begin.” The words were dark as the robes they had both shed, and velvet-soft as if in deliberate contrast to the knife that now moved back down to her left shoulder.... and bit in, lightly, so lightly.
It was sharp enough that she barely felt it part her skin at first.
At first.
Her breath hissed out through her teeth as he began to drag it sideways, concentrating her awareness to that one point of pain as the continuing heat at each breast faded into a blurry... strangely pleasant... background. She withstood it for a handful of seconds, before it bit in just a hair more deeply, and she flinched backward, forgetting that she was not trapped in the way she so often was, with him wrecking calculated havoc upon her body. It hurt more than staying still, and she gasped, shivers reclaiming her form as a tiny trickle of blood traced its way down her skin.
Lucien was chuckling. “You're going to have to stand still for me, you know.”
Riva's answer was a whimper and a shudder.