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Brynjolf/F!NPC: "Lessons in Lust" 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

He obeyed immediately, seizing her and pulling her against him, wanting to feel her soft form. His kiss was sloppy and desperate and she pulled away, sighing.

“That is something else we’ll have to work on.”

He made to protest once more but the words died on his tongue as she pushed down his breeches enough to release his aching member. He groaned as she brushed her fingers along the prominent veins and he noticed, with as much smugness as he could muster, that she was admiring him.

“And that is something we won’t have to work on.” She murmured appreciatively before grasping him firmly and slowly pumping her hand up and down. He gasped and his body hummed with pleasure as she continued her ministrations. He couldn’t deny it: her hands were skilled indeed and he realised he had been foolish to doubt her. Her thumb circled his sensitive tip, smearing the fluid already gathered there. His hips jerked and he heard her laugh, sounding pleased with herself. He felt her breath against his ear as she said,

“Are you going to come?”

“Y – yes.” He gasped, feeling his insides coil and knees getting weak.

He could feel her smile against his skin. “Are you going to come for me?”

“Yes...oh gods, yes!”

Her hand squeezed a fraction tighter. “Say it. Say you’re going to come for me.”

“I’m going to – ” But before he could finish, he finished.

He spurted his come over her hand and he heard it splatter onto the wooden floor. He slowly became conscious of his own panting and was embarrassed to be so easily lured in by her.

“Well,” Keifa began, reaching for a cloth behind the bar and wiping her hand. “I usually get a little more warning than that but I suppose you can’t have everything.” She sighed and Brynjolf found himself hoping he hadn’t disappointed her. She seized the half-empty mead bottle and wandered back off towards the stairs, leaving the young thief sprawled over the bar, his breeches around his thighs.

“Where are you going?” He croaked feebly.

“To bed.” She said curtly, raising an elegant eyebrow. “Where I was before you decided to break into my home. I have proved my point about my skilled hands, have I not? And you have made it clear you would not like my assistance in improving your own skills so I suggest we say goodnight and be on our own ways.” She made to walk up the stairs but she stopped again and turned around. “Unless, of course, you have surrendered your ludicrous pride and have changed your mind...?”

Brynjolf swallowed thickly and tucked himself back into his breeches but he didn’t retie them. Instead he hurried to join her at the bottom of the stairs. She grinned and lightly caressed his stubbly jaw line with one finger before seizing his hand and pulling him up the stairs behind her.

Brynjolf didn’t know whether to congratulate himself for making a good decision to curse himself for letting this woman dominate him. Either way, he thought with a grin, he was going to get one hell of a rutting.

She led him silently to her room and pushed open the double doors before grinning at him and pulling him inside. The room was lit only by a half-dying fire in the stone grate and it gave the fur covered bed a tempting glow. She placed the bottle on the end table and turned back to him.

“The first thing you’ll have to learn is how to kiss properly.”

Brynjolf scowled. “I know how to kiss.”

“Ah, ah!” She slapped an elegant finger over his lips. “You might know the mechanics of it but you lack style.” He huffed but remained silent. “Now, you have to remember that a kiss shouldn’t be something you have to do out of politeness before you thrust your dick into someone.” He didn’t know if he felt awkward or aroused at her frank words. “A kiss should be something that lets you test how well you and your prospective partner will go together and, from your atrocious kiss downstairs, I currently don’t hold out much hope for you.”

Brynjolf couldn’t let that one go. “You were about to pull down my trousers! How is anyone supposed to concentrate on kissing technique then?”

“No excuses!” She snapped before softening immediately and stepping close to him again. “Now kiss me again. Slowly.”