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Re: What Dreams May Come 4/
Date: 2013-01-28 06:47 pm (UTC)The woman of his dreams was coming towards him, wreathed in the light of flames and with desire written in every line of her body. Erandur was ecstatic. Erandur was also terrified. He had no experience and he was quite sure from Aesa’s bold manner that he was not her first. The realisation might have made him jealous, if he was not so sure that his knees were going to be quaking in a minute.
And that was before she began peeling her armour away. “Oh Mara,” he mumbled, inhaling deeply, tearing his eyes from her before looking again as she dropped her gauntlets to the ground, quick fingers unbuckling the belt and unknotting ties that held the rest of her gear in place. When she leaned over to strip off her boots, he became the recipient of a generous display of her rounded tops of her breasts and his mouth went dry.
He could not. He had sworn to eschew pleasures. This was surely a test. Then Aesa straightened and he could see how little the thin shirt hid from his sight. Her soft cotton breeches clung to her hips and legs. Erandur did not know if he groaned aloud or if it was all in his head but somehow, he found the strength to back up a few steps. Aesa was either daft as to his desire to be as far away from her as possible, or she was just going to ignore him. Since she was far from stupid, based on what he knew, he decided that it was a case of the latter. “You have to stop,” he rasped, hating that he sounded so weak, so needy. “I swore an oath.”
“That you did,” she concurred gently. “But you’ve done your penance. And I think you’ve suffered enough for a whole day.” The corner of her beautiful lips turned up in a mischievous half-smile that bloomed into a full one as his brow furrowed in confusion.
“Suffered?”
“I heard you. In the library. I was awake before you realised it.”
For a moment, it felt as thought he would burst into flames, so hot was the blush that it seemed to suffuse his entire face and being. If Mara was the wonderful goddess he thought she was, she would command the earth to swallow him up now. But since no such reprieve occurred, Erandur did the next best thing he could think of.
With a composure he did not know he had, he drew his robes around him and stood his ground. “I do not need your charity,” he said haughtily, impressing even himself. Years ago, he had encountered some Thalmor and he doubted that even they could have sounded more stuck-up. Aesa’s eyes widened in shock and the fingers toying with the ties on her shirt stilled. Satisfied that he had put a halt to her advances and yet hating himself for so many reasons that he did not think he could count them, Erandur made his first and only mistake that evening.
He turned his back on the Dragonborn.
When she tackled him, he went flying face first into the ground. Before he could recover himself, he found himself bodily hauled across the ground until he was unceremoniously dumped on her bedroll. He would have leapt to his feet. If her hand had not found its way to his groin first.
His groan shattered the silence and Erandur arched, lifting his hips even as she dropped down to sit astride him, her clever fingers squeezing and massaging the hard ridge of his erection. He put up a hand, conceivably to push her off but she seized it and brought it to her lips. “Does this feel like charity?” she murmured as she touched her tongue to his palm, licking hard at the centre and setting his nerve endings on fire. “Or this?” She took the same hand and pressed his damp palm to her breast.
“Oh gods…” His breath hitched in mid-oath and the feel of her softness, of the body that he yearned to hold was enough to drive all thoughts of his oath from his mind. He gripped, he clutched, they both moaned as he palmed her swelling breast and felt the hardened nipple rub against his sensitised skin. “I have never…”
Re: What Dreams May Come 5/
Date: 2013-01-28 06:49 pm (UTC)“You’ve never what?” Aesa asked breathlessly, settling astride him, her hands busily unknotting the ties of his robe.
Erandur’s mouth clamped shut.
“Erandur. You’ve never what?” she repeated again. He could feel her pulling the ties apart but she made no effort to open his robe. Instead, she tilted her head to the side and an extremely inquisitive expression came over her face.
He should tell her. She would not mind. But his male pride rebelled at the thought and although he opened his mouth, he could not force the words out. Then she surprised him again by leaning down and kissing him.
It was the gentlest sensation he had ever felt, warm, comforting and utterly arousing. She nipped the corners of his mouth, fitted her lips against his, ran her tongue across the seam of his lips until he realised what she was asking and he opened for her so that they could drink of each other, breathe of each other as their tongues met and mated.
When she finally lifted her head, he was pleased to see the pink flush that stained her cheeks, that her breathing was as shallow and quick as his. But he could not fathom the possessive, triumphant look in her eyes. “Mine,” she murmured, her voice lower and richer than he had ever heard before. “All mine.” Cold air touched his chest as his robes slithered down his body and her nails scored his skin lightly. “Untouched but for me.”
There was not time to digest the fact that she knew about his virginity, or that she seemed inordinately pleased by it. As far as he knew, only the male of the species cared about their women being ‘unspoiled’, as someone had put it to him. There was no way he could have known it was the dragon in her, spoiling for possession, for territory yet unclaimed.
Her hand slid into his hair and their mouths crashed together, teeth nicking lips and he tasted slight copper, did not care whose blood it was because gods, her tongue was inside his mouth, tasting, flicking and then he was in hers, exploring even as they clutched frantically at each other and she rode him, bucking and sliding over his breeches until his he felt he would burst.
He gasped, hands reaching for his ties even as she kissed him down his neck, her teeth pulling at his skin as she sucked so hard he winced even as he worked the laces loose and she lifted herself enough to help him push down the offending material that was getting in the way. Once that was done, he reached for her shirt, heard a loud rip as it caught on her elbow as he was pulling it off. She chuckled but laughter turned into a moan as he clasped her closer, pulling her down so that he could press his mouth hungrily to her breasts, burying his face in them while inhaling the scent of her skin.
“Oh yes,” she whispered at his first gentle lick, arching her back and offering herself to him, letting him know it pleased her. “Like that.” A lesser man would have chafed at her guidance; Erandur was too busy worshipping this goddess to listen to the so-called advice he had been given before. He ran his tongue over the rosy bud, teasing it as it tightened and swelled, felt a burst of pride inwardly as she shivered and mewled softly, pushing her nipple against his lips before he sucked her slowly into his mouth. He stroked her other breast, running his fingers over the hardened bud and pressing his palm against it before squeezing.
When he tried to roll her over on her back though, she pushed him down gently. “Later,” she promised heatedly and any frustration he felt disappeared when she applied her mouth to his skin. “You’ve done your penance.” He shivered as she tongued the outline of his collarbone for he could feel her hands travelling down the bare plane of his stomach, tracing his hipbones before she lightly scratched the tops of his thighs. Everywhere but the one place that screamed for her touch. “Think of this as your reward.”
Re: What Dreams May Come 6/
Date: 2013-01-28 06:51 pm (UTC)“Making it last.”
He had no idea what she meant. And suddenly it was the most inconsequential thing in the world when her hot mouth came down on him and she sucked him hard into her wet depths. Erandur could not help it. He screamed, a hoarse and shattered cry that echoed in the stillness of the twilight. Later, he would realise it was her name she screamed, that and Mara’s, but at the moment, it only registered in the way he gasped, the stretch of his neck as he writhed against the bedroll, head pressed back against the coarse fur of the pallet, his mouth parted as he moaned, deep and guttural as her tongue rubbed up and down the aching column of his flesh. He felt so hot, so swollen, so undone and when her tongue probed the sensitive groove that crowned the engorged head of his cock, he arched up off the ground, stomach muscles clenching as he slipped his hands into her hair, clumsily trying to push her further down onto him.
Meeting the knowing look in her blue eyes felt every bit as intimate as her mouth around his erection, as watching her watch him as she bobbed her head up and down, slowly at first before she gave in to the urgent pressure of his hands and sped up the strokes of her mouth, her tongue stroking a wet path together with her lips that drove him wild. Aesa had to lean up and press her forearms on his thighs to keep him in place as he eventually fell back on the pallet, his hips jerking and thrusting in an age old rhythm that his body knew ought to ease the unbearable throbbing building up in his pelvis, sooth the trembling strain of his thighs and the quivering of his lower belly. He felt consumed by Aesa, by the pleasure-pain that was tying him into knots and stretching him until he thought he would break.
“Please,” he moaned and cried out when she sucked harder. “Oh gods, please Aesa. Now… ugghh...I need to…”
She hummed around his cock and he could have wept as he felt a fierce surge of pleasure that stopped before it could trigger a climax. Yet, when she rose up and pressed her mouth against him so that he could taste himself on her lips, he almost shoved her back down so that she could continue. His hands grasped her hips tightly but she resisted his efforts to pull her down on top of him.
“Tell me what you want.” Gentle fingers stroked his light beard, up to his temples and caressed the pointed tips and delicate creases of his ears, making him shiver with delight.
“I want you.”
“Not good enough.” She licked his ear and he gasped, felt another fierce surge at the base of his cock. The loop around it felt almost too tight and a steady ache, almost akin to pain was beginning to spread from his loins. “Tell me what you really want.”
“I want to fuck you.” Erandur could not believe the ragged voice that was saying such crude things was his. But he was desperate enough not to stop. “I want to ride you into this pallet. I want to make love to you until we both can’t move and then I want to fuck you all over again against the snow, against those boulders, in the stream we passed. I wanted you when I first saw you—”
Re: What Dreams May Come 7/
Date: 2013-01-28 06:53 pm (UTC)This time, she let him roll her onto her back, pulled her legs up, drawing them high along the sides of his body as he growled and pounded himself into her as though life itself depended upon it. His hands cupped and pressed into her buttocks, pushing her against him as he strained feverishly against her, eyes shut with his forehead pressed to hers as she murmured words in an ancient tongue beyond his comprehension.
He thought being inside her would ease the ache, not increase it. It did both as he continued to thrust, faster and faster until both their bodies were slick with his sweat and he could smell his own arousal thick in the air. He gripped her harder, relished the way she cried out, the incessant slide of her thighs and calves as she entwined her legs with his, meeting his thrusts. Then she pushed her hand down between them and he felt her nimble fingers catch at the tie, pulling it loose.
And the world exploded in white-hot shards that blinded him even through closed eyes. Fiery pleasure flooded his body, evaporating thought, twisted his hips forward in series of fast, brutal thrusts so that he rammed into her again and again, clutched her to him so hard it had to hurt. This time when he screamed, she caught his mouth in a savage kiss and drank in his pleasure. He felt her fingers rubbing between them and then she was shuddering, clenching, crying out as well as he bore both of them down to the hard ground as he buried himself inside her as deeply as he could while her throbbing walls milked him dry.
Erandur did not know how much time had passed, or if he had passed out. When he lifted his head, the slight wave of dizziness caught him off-guard and he had to lean it down again in the crook of her neck, breathing in deeply as he felt his heart finally stop hammering against his ribs, slowing down gradually and surely. He arched his hips a little, pleased to feel a corresponding shudder from the woman beneath him, to know the most intimate part of her still held him, all of him. A hand touched his head, ran itself through his short, dark hair and he looked up to see a soft smile on Aesa’s flushed face. It was dazzling.
‘She is dazzling,’ he thought sombrely. How else could he feel as though he had claimed something wild and untameable but know he too had been thoroughly claimed by her? There was still a possessive glint in her eye but it was tampered by satisfaction as well.
Re: What Dreams May Come 8/8
Date: 2013-01-28 06:55 pm (UTC)Laughing, he kissed her again, sliding his fingers along her jawline and tracing her ears, returning the favour before he stroked them down her neck. When he looked at her, he knew all the longing in his heart was shining in his eyes and it was hopeless for him to try to hide it. “Aesa…”
She pressed her fingers to his lips, pushed slightly against him so that he understood she wanted to turn on her side. But she took extra care to hold him close, to keep them joined as she snuggled against his side. “I think,” she murmured, her words soft and muffled against his neck, “that maybe Sky Haven Temple can wait. I’ve hardly ever been to this side of Skyrim and maybe something of interest will turn up if we spend some time exploring.”
There was no way that she could not feel the jump in his pulse, not when he was holding her against his heart so closely. “Thank you,” he whispered, stroking her thick hair as he felt her eyelashes flutter against his skin as she stifled a yawn. Minutes later, she finally fell asleep. Perhaps there was some hope after all. Mara willing, he would follow Aesa to Oblivion and back, or wherever else she had to go. Somehow, he would find a way to convince her that it was safe. In the meantime, he would sleep and for once, he knew the dreams that would come would be sweet.
Re: What Dreams May Come 8/8
Date: 2013-01-28 07:14 pm (UTC)Amazing job. Fabulous, amazing job. The sex was intense and passionate, and the emotional dynamic was all I could hope for. Erandur being all torn up with lust and fear of inadequacy and thinking he was a disgusting pervert, and then her seducing him and everything being all right. Mmm. Delicious.
Thank you so much for writing this.
Re: What Dreams May Come 8/8
Date: 2013-01-30 06:41 am (UTC)My partner is about to be very grateful to you for writing this, brb
OP here!
Date: 2013-01-30 06:14 pm (UTC)Re: OP here!
Date: 2013-01-31 09:11 am (UTC)