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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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Re: F!Argonian!PC/Shahvee
(Anonymous) 2012-08-16 08:57 am (UTC)(link)A Little Warmth
(Anonymous) 2012-08-18 07:14 am (UTC)(link)The warm water flowed around her green scales, soaking into her body and warming her chilled blood. She shuddered gratefully, reveling in the escape from the pervasive cold found throughout Skyrim. Such pleasures were once rare; the Assemblage was not known for its luxuries.
But, as it seemed, there were many perks to having married a woman that could spark fire from her palm with will alone. She swished her tail about in the bath, roiling the water and letting out a low hum of contentment. Many perks indeed. Truly, she had resolved to find happiness in all that she did, but this was far beyond her days of thievery and tanning animal skins in the snow until her hands had painful cracks along them from the salt and cold. It was no longer a struggle to be happy with what she had.
Sweeping the wood of Breezehome while a stew bubbled over the fire, resting on the porch without freezing her tail into an ice pick, that soaring feeling when her love strode through the door, grinning widely, her scales gleaming with the a pink hue like the Domica Redwort that grew so freely in the Black Marsh...it was all more than she'd ever dared to imagine possessing.
She, Shahvee, one of the many wretched of Windhelm, married to the Thane of Whiterun and Dragonborn, no less. It still startled her at times to wake up in a bed with furs, not rags, and an arm limp with sleep looped around her waist. She still found herself dragged from sleep in the middle of the night, to pull the covers to her chin to block out the chill wind blowing in from the river, before her body realized that there was no need. Not with another warm body pressed against hers, not with thick bear skins covering them both.
It was welcome, so very welcome.
She sighed, a soft little sound of joy, and leaned back in the wooden tub, her horns scraping against its side. She let her hand drift past her hips, gently drawing her claws up against the scales on her thighs until they rested on the soft skin at the apex of her legs. She ran her fingers along her slit until they reached the little nub she sought and carefully rolled two digits across its surface, mindful of her sharp claws.
Keel-Na ran a hand along her collarbone, an admiring eye taking in the low green gleam of her scales, then moved forward, leading her to the bed. Shahvee fell backwards gladly, landing with a soft thump upon its surface. Keel-Na followed her down, a rakish smile gracing her face. Shahvee grinned back silently, struck dumb by the way her lover's scales glittered in the lamplight, how they shone like a hundred minute sunsets. Keel-Na leaned forward, bumping her nose against Shahvee's, breathing in the lush scent of a jungle soaked with rain.
“You smell like the home of old, love.”
Her movements were still relaxed, stroking her fingers along the bundle of nerves, simply reveling in the tiny jolts of pleasure that shot through her with every touch.
“I smell of swamp?”
Her tone was light, making a mockery of taking offense, and Keel-Na gave a rasping laugh, nipping easily at her neck.
“Of Somnalius and Dragon's Tongue. Nothing of the muck and flesh-eating plants.”
“Speaking of flesh-eating plants and muck...you truly know how to please your wife in bed, Dragonborn.”
The words were spoken through a soft laugh, but she saw the challenge they sparked in Keel-Na's golden eyes. Her love really never had been able to resist such things. It was simply a fact of her personality. And Shahvee knew exactly how to exploit it; relished in causing that fire in her eyes.
Keel-Na's hand drifted downward until it brushed Shahvee's folds and she slid her fingers between them, caressing the sensitive skin.
Shahvee whimpered as Keel-Na's tongue moved from her neck, trailing sweet kisses to her breast, scraping her sharp teeth carefully -so very carefully- against the nipple, laving her tongue against the areola. Shahvee's tail moved with a mind of its own, wrapping around Keel-Na's leg and her hips bucked, seeking purchase against the teasing hand.
Keel-Na turned her attentions away from Shahvee's chest, gazing into the other woman's amber eyes with a triumphant smirk.
Re: A Little Warmth
(Anonymous) 2012-10-06 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)Re: A Little Warmth
(Anonymous) 2013-02-25 05:47 am (UTC)(link)that was wonderful im sorry just it took so long to finally come back and check for it