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Re: "Salve" Het, F!DB Argonian/Erandur, 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

Oraythe was drawn from her contemplation when she felt his hands against her shoulders, marveling at the scales ranging in size from coins to ones little bigger than river pebbles. The dunmer’s red gaze finally met her own, though in the same moment his hand grazed her belly, the muscles beneath the skin fluttering at the unexpectedness of the touch.

“I’m sorry, my dear, it was not what I expected.” Erandur muttered softly as he pressed closer, shivering slightly. Oraythe grunted softly and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer to her body warmth, despite the fact that the closeness was still strange to her.

“And what were you expecting, hmm?”

“I had thought that Argonian skin was rougher. Even the largest of your scales are smooth, warm. It reminds me more of a snake than a lizard or some exotic river beast. And your belly is smooth and soft. It’s like rabbit hide...” His mouth was nestled against her throat now, the warmth of his breath making her pulse race. Finally, his hand traced upward to one of her breasts, and tugged the thin cloth modesty band out of the way. The lack of a nipple did not seem to phase him, though he caressed and rolled the curved mound of flesh carefully in his hands.

It was a pleasing sensation, and Oraythe could understand why other women spoke of it among one another, though without a nipple she had not quite the same sensitivity. Erandur’s interest seemed to lay more in the simple pleasure of touching, for now, so Oraythe’s focus remained on treating his bruises and other wounds. Picking up the salve jar, and scooping up a small smear of the fragrant ointment, she began to gingerly work the stuff into the cuts along Erandur’s back. When he showed no overt discomfort, she worked her way down, until her hands rested just at his hips.

He seemed content to rest against her throat and breasts, beard tickling. With a soft sigh, she pressed her hands down across his buttocks, massaging and squeezing. A noise of pleasure was her reward, and she gave another soft squeeze before gathering up more salve and attending the small nicks along his thighs and legs, her muzzle resting in his salt and pepper hair. His breathing intensified when the pressure of her hands met his thighs, and she gave a light squeeze before gesturing for him to lean back.
His erection rested along the curve where his thigh met his hip, but for the moment she ignored it, savoring the little noises he made at her touch.

He seemed to wince a bit when she spread the salve over his thigh and the places along his side and hip where the buckles had bitten into flesh, but he didn’t move to stop her. Finally, it was done. The salve would work within a few days time, and though there might still be some imprints, they would heal and would pain him no longer.

Re: "Salve" Het, F!DB Argonian/Erandur,6/6

[(Anonymous)]

“Thank you, Oraythe. That was most kind.” He rested his cheek against her throat, nuzzling with an overt eagerness.

“You are welcome, Erandur.” She prummed, her hand resting against his thigh. He shifted slightly beneath her hands until his cock rested beneath her fingers. His beard tickling along her throat as he murmured to her again, “Please?”

The Dragonborn’s response was to curl her thick fingers around the length of him, mindful of claws, gently rolling her hand along his length. The priest groaned, hips jerking against the warm friction Oraythe’s hand provided, but before she had been stroking him for long, he’d squirmed free, grasping her hands. Perplexed, Oraythe’s brow scrunched in question.

Erandur gestured for her to rest on her side, groaning softly. “Together.”

Oraythe prummed again and shifted so that they rested facing one another, one leg lifting up to rest against his hip gently while he snuggled close against her chest. His own hands roved down to the apex of her sex, rolling over the smooth lips.

His own hips bucked upwards and she moved to curl fingers around his length once more. She stroked with even motions for the time being, savoring the texture of his cock while her fingers slid beneath and around the tip and along the shaft. His own hand rested on her groin, pressing apart the lips he found there. She was not quite like what he’d expected, but there was a small, tight bud of flesh near the apex of those folds. The Dunmer circled the small bit of flesh with one slow, careful motion, watching Oraythe’s features.

The jolt of pleasure made her eyes go wide for a moment, before fluttering until only barely open. Her hand started the careful, slow rhythm of stroking along Erandur’s member while his fingers flicked along her clit and finally pressed into the warmth of her sex. She was tight, even while being slick, and he was careful to not press any harder than the pressure of her hips rocking against his hand. It was languid but enjoyable, and Erandur was grateful for her patience, as well as her gentleness despite her temper.

Strumming the nub of flesh with a bit more speed, the Dunmer’s body rolled up against the warm grip of those agile, thick fingers drawing up and along his length. The way they trembled with careful muscle control made it all that more difficult for the mer to refrain from jerking his hips in full abandon, but he did not want to spend himself or tire too quickly. It had been so long, and Oraythe’s obvious care and attention to his body, as well as the affection he felt from her, were something he wished to savor.

For her part, it had been a damn long time. Partially through choice on her part, but then again, duty had forced her into situations where there was little time for dalliances. That thought slid from her mind to be engulfed by pleasure though, as Erandur’s thumb circled her nub. Hissing softly, her hips bucked down. She gathered more of the salve, pulling him close, one arm wrapping around his shoulders. The stroking motion of her hand along his length intensified, and Erandur groaned sharply. Their hips jerked and grinded in tandem, Oraythe holding the Dunmer’s frame close while nuzzling his salt and pepper hair. Finally, his thumb flicked one last time, and Oraythe was pushed over the edge, shivering and groaning as pleasure coursed through her, tight pleasure that had formed in her belly unfurling.

Drawing a shivering breath, Erandur then groaned outright, bucking his hips up against Oraythe’s embrace, spending himself in sticky white seed in few, quick motions. Groaning softly, the priest smiled, and kissed her throat. Cooing in response, she nuzzled him softly before sliding from the bed and gathering up a cloth. After cleaning herself, she moved to give it to Erandur. Once tidy, Oraythe took her spot on the bed again and pulled the covers up around them, extinguishing the flame burning in the sconce above the bed and curling up next to the priest, giving a prumm of contentment as they drifted off together.

char:F!DB char:Erandur relationship:het race:argonian race:dunmer

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[(Anonymous)]

Thank you, A!A that was such a sweet fill. I like how kind of formal and serious Oraythe is. Erandur definitely needs more love on the meme.

This was so cute :)

Re: "Salve" Het, F!DB Argonian/Erandur,6/6

[(Anonymous)]

I love Erandur and I love Argonians. Happy to read this! :)