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Re: Three's a crowd. 13c/?
Date: 2012-10-20 11:17 pm (UTC)The thick fingers that had been nimbly working her clit had slipped inside her, pushing against spots on her inner walls that made her back arch and her mouth hang open as she panted for breath. The companion's other hand was still working at her clit and she could feel her flesh shifting, clenching and pulsing in response. Lost in the feeling of his fingers, the coil of heat that was flaring beneath them, she barely noticed Brynjolf’s hands rubbing the sensitive spots of her ears, one hand winding into her hair and pulling her head down gently.
Until she felt the slick head of his cock bump gently against her lips, anyway. The Bosmer pulled her head back slightly, licking the spot of precum free before leaning forwards once more, mouth open and wrapping her lips around the head of his dick firmly, still rolling her hips backwards into Vilkas’ ministrations. His fingers moved gently, rubbing a spot that made her moan. The vibrations set Brynjolf’s nerves alight and he arched his hips up sharply, pushing himself further into her mouth. She nearly gagged as she felt his head bump to the back of her throat and found herself forced to swallow to avoid it, allowing her neck to straighten and him to slide further into her throat. The red head groaned at the feeling of being enveloped by the softly pulling muscles of her throat as she worked her jaw, her tongue continuing to slide around. Despite his earlier good intentions to lavish all his attention on her, he found himself now unable to do anything than submit to the feeling of her around him.
He cursed himself for it, knowing that it was a step closer to him loosing her to the large man who was still lavishing his attention on her. Still making her writhe and cry out, the sound muffled by his own girth. One of his large hands was sliding up her stomach the other still working her wetness as his lips and tongue drew gentle wet trails across the small of her back. Over the black wisps of Laefnar’s hair, bobbing back and forth in front of him, he could see the sweat on the dark-haired man’s brow and shoulders, the tremors of a rapidly building lust loosening his control. The thief let his head drop back onto the floor, arching his hips up again into her mouth, eyes squeezing shut.
And then things changed and his eyes snapped open again, finding that Vilkas had pulled himself up on his knees, lifted Laefnar’s hips and slid them back onto his so that he was sheathed deep in her. His head tilted back and eyes shut in pleasure, a growl that could’ve belonged to a wolf rolling out from his parted lips.
Re: Three's a crowd. 13d/?
Date: 2012-10-20 11:18 pm (UTC)Laefnar was squeaking, the weight of her body supported by her forearms, the rest in his hands around her hips, the angle that he was holding her at pushing him in as far as was possible. She moaned again, heat rushing through he body, burning through her veins. Vilkas’ length was pushed so far into her that she could feel him dragging against her walls. The tips of her nipples brushed along the wooden floor, sending bolts of pleasure down into her core, firing off every time he rammed into her. His speed was building with each thrust, his breath growing ragged already, but each time he slammed into her it was rougher, harder, faster, better and she was keening around Brynjolf’s cock.
The vibrations sent him over the edge, fingers curling tightly into her dark hair as his hips arched upwards, a growl echoing around the room as he came into her throat, the feeling blinding him temporarily as every nerve sang.
Vilkas threw his head back as he rocked his hips into Laefnar’s, distantly registering that Brynjolf had reached his end. Which meant he could focus fully on making his Bosmer scream.
He gently dropped her legs to the floor, allowing her to support herself, using her increased stability as a platform to rock into her more firmly, allowing his hands to reach around her, fingers on her nipple and clit, swirling and circling, pinching and twisting and all the time thrusting deeper. She was moaning continuously, the noises climbing in pitch as she approached her climax and he could feel her juices sliding down his length, her walls clamping down rhythmically.
Muscles spasmed and contracted around him, clamping down onto him hard as she came, a rush of fluid washing over his hard member. But it was her cry that made him reach his own climax, a high wail that made the muscles of his own body go rigid and with a guttural grunt he released into her, trembling as he came.
Laefnar sank down onto the floor, spent, her head coming to rest on Brynjolf’s stomach as Vilkas pulled himself free of her, settling down behind her again a moment later to rest against her warm back. Apparently the afterglow made him far less concerned about Brynjolf’s presence. His warm weight settled against her and she sighed contentedly, cradled between her two men, Brynjolf’s hand now running leisurely through her hair, coursing down the long strands, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm that lulled her.
Brynjolf opened an eye lazily, staring down the length of his nose at the other two people, watching as Vilkas’ arms curled around her protectively, his eyes slowly drooping shut and the thief let out a soft sigh. It had the effect of stirring the companion, his eyes opening again to look up at the red head. He held his gaze for a moment before letting his head drop again, falling into the sleep that was trying to claim him.
The older Nord bit his lip, wondering what this scenario meant for this relationship of theirs.
Re: Three's a crowd. 13d/?
Date: 2012-10-20 11:57 pm (UTC)That was hot.
I really want to see who she chooses.... If she chooses.
Re: Three's a crowd. 13d/?
Date: 2012-10-21 11:06 pm (UTC)Laefnar...take'em both!