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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)