![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skyrimkinkmeme CLOSED FOR PROMPTS,
BUT OPEN FOR FILLS
HELPFUL TIPS
BUT OPEN FOR FILLS
HELPFUL TIPS
>Please post your prompts with the paired characters and any notable kinks/trigger warnings in the title.
>When posting prompts, always remember to add kinks you're both looking for and wanting to avoid in a potential fill.
>When filling, please remember to add your story tags: characters, relationship types, kinks, series and universe (ie: skyrim)
>Our character limit here at LJ is 4300.
>If you have any other questions about posting, visit the HOW TO KINK MEME THREAD, under the Page Summary on your left.
>When posting prompts, always remember to add kinks you're both looking for and wanting to avoid in a potential fill.
>When filling, please remember to add your story tags: characters, relationship types, kinks, series and universe (ie: skyrim)
>Our character limit here at LJ is 4300.
>If you have any other questions about posting, visit the HOW TO KINK MEME THREAD, under the Page Summary on your left.
Death Incarnate
Date: 2012-12-21 09:15 pm (UTC)Layla was inseparable from her Keeper. She laughed at his jokes, and accepted his touch as if it would her only glory in life.
Her jester fell silent when they were on contract. His eyes became dark and haunting as they slid from their horses and crept in the shadows. This night would lead them into the hands of authority, as they scoped out their target, the Jarls own housecarl.
Getting in unnoticed wasn't complicated, a great deal in thanks to the hour of the night and the dragon that swooped in only moments after they had. They simply hid in the quiet shadows and waited until the ruckus had settled, honey eyes peered around before signaling that it was clear. Cicero swallowed hard as a soft hand grazed over his groin, her eyes flashing mischief as they crept up the stairs to the housecarls room.
The assassination was quick and boring, no fighting or suspense since their target was sunk into a deep sleep.
It was when the sound of rowdy guards downstairs echoed up to them, they realized things were a little complicated. Boots clanked as the men boasted about fighting the dragon and how one was sure he was the Dragonborn, but didn't know it yet.
Cicero softly growled as slender fingers teased the buckle of his belt in the dark room before soft lips pressed to his.
She placed a finger to his lips to silence him as he quietly protested. Her mouth moving to his neck and leaving a firm bite as his hands gripped her hips. Nimble fingers unbuckled his belt as she slid to her knees.
Hot breath hit him as she freed him from the restraint of his pants. His nails dug into a stand as her tongue traced over him in painfully slow motions until she reached the tip of his length and, like a hot dagger on ice, began to take him in.
His fingers knotted in her hair as she moaned over him, his knees beginning to shake as the flat of her tongue wiggled against him. The crack under the door provided just enough light to
illuminate her gaze locked on him as her head bobbed to his involuntary thrusts. His head came to rest against the wall as she slid a hand into her own armor and made her self induced pleasure known as she softly moaned against him once more.
She stroked what she couldn't get into the warmth of her mouth, her breaths becoming faster as she rocked against her hand and took in the stifled grunts and moans coming from the jester.
He ground his teeth and bit his lip, he covered his mouth and even tried to chew on his own hat to silence himself as she licked and sucked him to Oblivion. She shuddered as she climaxed, vibrations rang through him as she moaned and brought him into her throat.
In that moment, the assassin almost botched their contract as his knees began to buckle and he came with a force that made his head spin. An army could have kicked in the door at that moment and it would have meant nothing as she swallowed his seed and gently stroked him back from his blissful high.
His chest burned as she pulled away and rose to her feet with a satisfied grin. His nostrils flared as he tried to suck in a deep breath without alerting the near by guards to their presence.
She cracked the door ever so slightly and signaled to him that it was clear as he buckled his trousers and took a glance at the pale corpse next to them, he frowned at the blood on his boots and scuffed them against the draping green blanket before following his smiling Listener back into the chilly darkness. She had managed to silence him once more, though he couldn't bring himself to look away.
There would be no explanation for her action. It could have been revenge for fucking her senseless at the Blue Palace during the celebration thrown for her to celebrate the defeat of Alduin. It could have been because the smell of a mans lifeforce always made her crave his touch or maybe..no, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered when the Keeper and his Listener were on the hunt.
OP!
Date: 2012-12-21 11:29 pm (UTC)" It could have been revenge for fucking her senseless at the Blue Palace during the celebration thrown for her to celebrate the defeat of Alduin."
...now you really have me intrigued! O.o Please, do say that there will be...ahem, further, detailed 'explanation' about this particular shenanigan that will appear in due time? Pretty please?
Re: OP!
Date: 2012-12-23 04:55 pm (UTC)Re: Death Incarnate
Date: 2012-12-22 03:53 am (UTC)Re: Death Incarnate
Date: 2012-12-22 06:33 am (UTC)