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Taking the Nine in Vain - 5/6

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He put the goblet down, and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling my head towards his. I turned my head, and saw how aroused he really was. His lips were parted, and his eyes burned as if he was feverish. His thick brown hair hung in curtains around his flushed face. I reached behind myself, grabbed hold of his cock, and gave it a couple of tugs. That got him calling out to Akatosh. I felt like an obscene daedra worshipper myself, suddenly seeing the attraction of "corrupting" a priest: even though the vows of chastity he'd made had been for himself, rather than his religion.

Our mouths met, and I pushed my tongue between his lips as he gasped. His eyes rolled in supplication, utterly wanton. "Brace yourself carefully," I whispered, and while he continued to finger me with his right hand, I grabbed hold of his left, and lifted it to my mouth. I sucked a pair of fingers into my mouth – coincidentally, the twins of the two in my arse – licking the tips under his fingernails, lapping at the delicate webbing between them. Martin groaned and said, very clearly, "Fuck".

When I released his hand, he dropped it onto the mattress, clearly needing it for extra balance. "Alix?" he moaned, "Can I fuck you? I need to fuck you."

"My love, that's the rudest thing you've ever said to me. Of course you can."

Martin lifted my hair and kissed my neck again, slowly removing his fingers from my hole. He brushed his hands over my shoulders, before reaching round and catching my nipples between his fingertips. He tugged on them, making me call him names that just left him cackling under his breath.

Then he reached for the bottle of oil again. I turned round to watch. He poured oil onto his already-sticky right hand, and rubbed it all over his cock. His fingers gently probed my hole again, and found it ready and waiting. Wrapping both arms around my body for support, he lay down and thrust inside me. I thought I would come on the spot. By some miracle I didn't.

Martin let out a long, shuddering sigh. "By the Nine, you're tight."

"And just think, love – that's after you've already fucked me with your fingers for I don't know how long."

He lay very still on top of me for a moment, fighting to control his breath. I felt his cock twitching wildly, and wondered how much stimulation he'd need to reach orgasm. Not very much, from the feel of it. He'd been playing head games, and clearly got off on them at least as well as he did from physical provocation. It somehow seemed appropriate for his new position in life.

Martin sighed again, and began to move inside me: in, out, in, out, in a regular rhythm. He muttered swearwords that I didn't even know he knew. His fingernails raked down my back, leaving a white trail on the skin as they passed. They dug into my arse, leaving claw marks on my buttocks. His fingers grabbed my nipples again. He bit my neck vampirically – I wasn't even sure if he was aware that he'd done it.

Gods, I thought, if the people of Tamriel could see their Emperor now! He must have been combining the worship practises of Dibella with those of Sanguine, and... Sheogorath, since he seemed determined to drive me insane. He was moaning his god's name and my name together, like a prayer. I reached behind me and stuck my own sharp fingernails into his buttocks. He responded by moving more erratically, clearly very close.

"Touch yourself," the Emperor begged, so I stroked the most sensitive part of my penis, right under the head, and came... everywhere. As I did so, I felt my muscles ripple and clench, and that was the only extra stimulus Martin needed for his own orgasm. He came violently, and collapsed on top of me, breathing raggedly.

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