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Re: Ondolemar/F!DB - "Pantheon" 4/?

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His free hand lowered until it laid on her chest, squeezing hard her left breast. She bolted her eyes on him.

“W-What are you doing? Let go of me!”

In response to her insistence, he pressed himself to her body even more and Maren caught the scent of his skin. This sudden intimacy felt wrong and unnatural. There had always been at least five steps separating them during their previous conversations, like an invisible glass that prevented them to truly interact. They had never touched and now he was literally hovering over her, like a looming shadow.

“You are going to behave just like the inferior creature that you are” he whispered

Her throat was sore, her mouth dry as if a fistful of sand had been shoved in it. Maren found it difficult to speak and she wanted, she craved, to tell him so many things. About families split apart and people disappearing in the night only to be found as battered bodies on the side of the roads, or the feeling of being stripped of identity and the disappointment she felt, with him and herself, for having thought him capable of understanding. To Oblivion with mockeries, this was beyond it. Tears were stinging her eyes and she felt a fool, for she knew the he was enjoying it.

Let him enjoy this, then.

She raised her head, meeting his gaze. She held it for a moment, wanting him to appreciate the deliberateness of her action. And then she spat on his solemn cheekbone.
She gave a hoarse chuckle as his face produced the most unguarded and bewildered expression she had ever seen. But he recomposed immediately and, with an unspoken challenge, he looked at her with the same determination before shoving his tongue in her mouth.

Maren moaned angrily, fisting his robes, hitting him on his chest. She tried to bite him, to chop off his tongue but Ondolemar seemed to anticipate her intentions, avoiding her assaults. He moved swiftly, grinding his sharp teeth on her lips, cutting the tender skin and sucking blood, only to dip is tongue with force, chasing hers, and retreat when he felt her moving towards him. He was coaxing her into submission, stealing from her something that had to be given freely.

Through the tendrils of approaching unconsciousness, she felt his hand roughly stroking its way down her body until it reached the rim of her fur armor, fondling her naked thigh. Wearing pelts of dead animals was an uncivilized custom in his eyes and Maren always met him with that outfit for the precise reason of annoying him.

His long fingers were like spider legs, crawling on her skin. He angled his wrist and his hand raised again, palming the wet fabric that covered her mound. Without even realizing, she moaned in his mouth.
He got carried away and it clearly wasn’t something he had intended to do. As soon as he realized it, he immediately took a step back. They looked at each other like guarded animals and she could bet that they were mirroring the other’s expression, one of utter confusion and lust, asking themselves what they were doing and why.
Her breath was short, from the kiss and the pressure on her windpipe, her lips were swallowed, lightly bleeding and stinging from his previous bites.

But aside her ragged panting, the corridor was silent like a tomb. Ondolemar seemed pleased by the sight she was offering because after the brief moment of bewilderment, he approached her again, eyes filled with dark purposes, and with the tip of his tongue he licked away the blood that was staining her lips.

“You always have something to say human, but I see now that words elude your mouth” a cruel sneer marked his statement.

Her voice came out rough and sounded alien to her, as if the last time she had spoken it was a lifetime ago. “It seems to me that this human is making you aroused”

The nature of the hard bulge that was now pushing to her belly was unmistakable.

“I can make you come with two fingers, whore of Talos” he grabbed her buttocks, groping without the usual elegance that characterized his movements.

“You elves don’t even know how to pleasure your own women, let alone a true daughter of Skyrim”

“As if an animal could distinguish the difference between pleasuring and rutting”

“And I assume you know it”

“You assume correctly”