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Skyrim Page 3 - "Either you're naked, or I'm drunk. Maybe both."

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Re: "Disdain" Part 3/3

(Anonymous) 2012-10-27 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
A!A: Goodness, this took the longest time to get back to. So, yeah. Here ya are, OP. Enjoy!

Mjoll waited for her captor's next move, fighting back embarrassed tears and an insistent lump in her throat. The tongs on her breasts hurt, yes, and the chains that kept her limbs from fighting were tight, but the thought of Maven Black-Briar seeing her like this, and her being powerless...she shook her head, unable to wipe away any tears, and sucked in her lips for comfort. Before she could think about it any more, she felt the fingers between her thighs again, and her own tightened as she stammered out.

“Please...please, unchain me...” Maven raised an eyebrow, four of her fingers pausing just before entering.

“Excuse me?” she said coldly, ready to spank her prisoner again for saying such a thing. Mjoll shook her head again, her chest shuddering with choked breath.

“If this is what you wanted...I-I would have...” she began, silently hating herself for saying such a thing. If it would get her out of these binds, she reminded herself...but there was a hint of truth in it, she had realized, and it was more embarrassing than anything about this situation. She whimpered again, returning to tearful silence, and heard Maven scoff again.

“You would have, hm? It's as I thought,” she remarked. “You really are easy to figure out.” Mjoll heard her shift again, this time closer to her, and soon the woman's body was pressed against her own and four fingers had slid inside her once more. She screamed out, her head falling back as she finally gave into the pleasure, and at long last, Maven rewarded her. The captor worked her hand hard between Mjoll's thighs, pumping her fingers and feeling them become wetter by the second as the adventurer's voice grew louder and higher. Mjoll's heart was pounding and her hips jerking upward to meet her, any qualms about dignity finally gone. And then, when it became too much to bear, she finally let herself loose, shrieking and squirming as she came and riding Maven's fingers until she was entirely exhausted.

When she had collapsed again, Maven retracted her fingers, wiping them carelessly on the bedsheets. They weren't her job to clean, after all. Smirking down at her captive, she moved swiftly, removing tongs and chains, pulling the blindfold free, and placing the woman's armor on the bed beside her. Mjoll remained in place, her chest still heaving and a confused, shocked look in her eyes as she observed Maven.

“That's all I needed,” the Jarl announced simply, gesturing at the pile of clothes. “Go on, get dressed. And I think it goes without saying that nobody hears of what has transpired here, understood?” Mjoll was silent, struggling into her armor and hurrying from the room without so much as a glance backwards. Maven wouldn't have to tell her twice. She was going to leave the Keep without any outward hint that anything had happened, and then she was going to go make sure Aerin was alright. Then...probably the Bee and Barb. Gods knew she could use something strong.

Re: "Disdain" Part 3/3

(Anonymous) 2013-04-02 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
the best mjoll story ive read, also one of the best femslashes as well