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Re: racial phylogeny...
Date: 2012-11-03 01:20 am (UTC)Mini bonus fill: Susanna and the Stormcock (Susanna the Wicked/Ulfric, 1/1)
Date: 2012-11-10 05:40 pm (UTC)I, Susanna the Wicked, have.
He could bed anyone in his hold, I'm sure, but when he simply needs to relieve his tension, it's me he sends for.
You're curious now, I'm sure. You know what the man himself is like; but what is it like? Is the Stormcock as mighty as the man wielding it?
Don't worry: I'll satisfy your curiosity. I'll tell you it's hefty, not quite a horker tusk but not too far off in girth, if not in length, and has a thick, throbbing vein on the underside. The latter he likes traced with the flat of the tongue. Fully awake, the cock points directly at you in a straight angle. Once he slapped my cheek with it while I was on my knees, ready to get my mouth rammed full of it. Oh yes, he can get a bit rough sometimes. He knows I don't mind, and besides, he makes his steward pay me well.
But yes, the Stormcock. You wanted dirty details, didn't you? Very well. He wants to have it ridden, to watch it sink into a woman hilt-deep, and then to grab and lift her by the hips and watch as it slides halfway out again, slick and sweet. The straw-colour hair around it scratches deliciously as you grind away.
My, I do wish he'd send for me again one of these days.