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Keeping the Listener : 1/?
Date: 2013-06-26 12:14 am (UTC)Char: M!PC, Cicero
Kink: Somnofilia
Hope you enjoy! (Only like my second fill total XD)
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Cicero had seen the Listener enter the sanctuary. Had seen the strong listener, the sneaky listener, walk silently across the hall, his eyes not even looking at Cicero or the new family members. The listener was tired, Cicero had seen this before, he knew.
The listener was such a sweet man to Cicero, such a caring elf with his hands covered in the blood of his mother’s will. The listener cared about Cicero… but he cared for the whole of their family too.
Cicero didn’t know why he was so jealous of the others that the Dunmer spoke to. The listener spoke to everyone. The listener was silent on his feet, but he spoke a lot for a listener.
Cicero had also heard rumors, that the listener was more than just a listener. The dark haired elf with eyes the color of blood had something more to him. The listener had power, more than what Sithis granted him. The whispers said Dragonborn, and Cicero believed it. Cicero believed that the Listener was more than what Cicero could hope to be.
But the Listener was a caring elf, a beautiful elf, a dark elf. The listener walked with such a grace that he could only be a wraith sent by Sithis himself. His face was long and slim, his eyes glowing and narrow. The listener wasn’t lanky, not like Cicero, but he wasn’t like the Nords – he was lithe and powerful and a wonderfully crafted elf – like the ebony blades his listener wielded.
Cicero watch as the listener retreated to his room – no, the listener didn’t retreat, but Cicero could call it nothing but as he watched the door close on the new blood that dared to bother him. Cicero didn’t like the attention his listener was getting. The family could find their own elf and leave Cicero’s alone!
The mad jester made his way to the room another way, his hands fiddling with locks until he found himself standing over the listener, standing over Dyorn, who was dead to the world. The listener must have been tired.
“Poor listener, poor sleepy tired listener, Cicero will take care of you,” Cicero whispered to the sleeping listener as he leaned over the elf. The listeners face looked so content in sleep, not a nightmare at hand. Cicero could help him relax, Cicero knew how to use his hands. Cicero could make the listener comfortable. Cicero giggled quietly at his own minds inner workings as he settled himself beside the listener on the small cot, the elf already having striped to his loin cloth to sleep. Cicero knew it was because the listener believed he would be safe from prying eyes in his own room. Smooth scarred skin glistened back at him as he stared, giggling to himself.
Cicero would certainly take care of his listener.
He watched a sleeping face even as his fingers moved along the bodies contours, using his fingers to trace the shape of relaxed muscles. His listener didn’t wake, eyes closed in exhaustion. Cicero giggled again, wanting to clap his hands in joy, but that would wake the listener, and then Cicero couldn’t do what Cicero wanted to. Cicero got rid of his gloves, the soiled things wouldn’t let him touch the listener, wouldn’t let him feel the listeners skin to skin. Cicero traced scars and skin alike, the difference in feel, in texture, set the nerves in his fingers in to frenzies. Down over the chest, tracing the large scar that trailed from collar to just below the bud of a nipple. Cicero felt that, felt the ridged skin, felt the listener twitch in his sleep. Ooo, what kind of dreams was Cicero causing? What was going on in void of the Listeners dreams? Cicero giggled, his fingers tracing up to circle the nipple before pinching hard. The dark elf’s body jumped in shock, but the listener slept on.
(O.O Character Limit!? Oooooh, Cicero doesn't like this at all!!! No fun! No fun! No fuuuuuuun! pout)
Capcha= liedchm author = Excuse me? What kind of author?
Keeping the Listener : 2/?
Date: 2013-06-26 01:39 am (UTC)Cicero crawled over the listener, straddled the listener and pinned his hips to the bed while tracing the scars cursed upon such a wonderful body. Cicero giggled as he leaned over, biting at a nipple so close to the listeners heart, so close to that life’s blood. The body below him shuddered and twitched, rubbing against Cicero. The listener’s body felt so good beneath Cicero. Cicero’s fingers trailed down dark sides as his mouth mutilated one nipple just to jump to the next.
Cicero certainly enjoyed it when the listener’s body trembled as his fingers came close to the loin cloth. But Cicero was a tease, so he didn’t touch. Instead, Cicero’s teasing fingers found the skin on the inside of the listener’s thighs. The poor listener let out a hissing gasp, Cicero’s fingers so close to where the listener wanted them. But Cicero was a teasing jester, Cicero wasn’t going to let the listener’s desperate body get the better of him. Oh no, Cicero wanted the listener to be on edge before he got what he wanted.
Cicero got up on his knees to move down the bed, move down the listeners legs. He touched the listener’s thighs as he did so, feeling the skin and enjoying the feel of the elf he never thought he would touch. Cicero lived to serve, Cicero never thought this would be how he could serve the listener. Such a powerful listener, such a beautiful listener. Cicero giggled even as he lowered himself again the listener’s body, his lips and tongue traveling the scars that crisscrossed such smooth skin. The listener didn’t have hair on his chest, not like the Nords did, didn’t have hair on his legs or arms. Did elves get hair? Oh, there went Cicero’s mind! Betraying and betwixing him when he wanted nothing more than to play with the listener!
Ignoring his mind, ignoring the thoughts plaguing him, Cicero pulled at the Listeners loin cloth. He tugged the knots free and exposed what the power that Cicero had over the Listener. That straining shaft, the large head, all swollen for Cicero! The Jester giggled and moved past it, merely blowing a wisp of air over the bulbous head. No, Cicero wasn’t going to play with that now. Cicero wanted to play with something else!
Dyorn’s balls hung below his shaft, heavy with seed and tight with arousal. Cicero giggled and fingered them. They were so warm! So heavy! They smelled so good and looked so tasty. Cicero helped himself, licking at the heavy flesh, tasting the skin and humming to himself. So delicious! He took one into his mouth while his hands explored lower.
The listener has not woken. The listener must be dreaming, dreaming of what Cicero was doing to him. Cicero’s fingers trailed over the flesh behind the listeners balls, which felt so large, so good, in Cicero’s mouth. He would prepare his listener, would finger and open and oil the listener, for his keeper. Cicero giggled around the mouthful, causing the body to rock upwards and for Cicero to pause. Was the listener awake? Did Cicero wake the listener when he didn’t want to?
Pulling his head away, Cicero saw that he hadn’t. Cicero was still free to play! But Cicero needed to find the oil to keep playing. Lucky Cicero still had the oil he used on mothers skin in his pouch.
(More to come)
Re: Keeping the Listener : 2/?
Date: 2013-06-26 02:38 am (UTC)Re: Keeping the Listener : 2/?
Date: 2013-06-26 03:56 pm (UTC)Re: Keeping the Listener : 2/?
Date: 2013-06-30 03:46 pm (UTC)Keeping the Listener : 3/?
Date: 2013-07-02 08:17 pm (UTC)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cicero pulled out the gleaming jar of oil, the casing as shining and smooth as the liquid inside. He uncorked the jar and dipped his fingers inside, the slippery mess never ceasing to amuse him even as he put the jar down and dipped his finger to the lovely listener’s wrinkled hole. Cicero was a gentle fool when he wasn’t stabbing people. Cicero knew how to treat his listener.
Oiled fingers teased the pucker, circling around the listeners opening over and over as the dark body shivered. Cicero licked his lips in anticipation as a single finger sunk past the listener’s tight orifice. Oh what a wonderful hole the listener had! Cicero was going to enjoy this.
In and out the keeper’s finger went, stretching the listener who still slept on even with his face scrunched into such an expression! Brows low, eyes tight, nose scrunched and that wonderful mouth in such a perfectly round shape; Cicero adored the look on the elven face even as a second finger squeezed itself in. The body arched against the stretch, a gasp escaping those lips. Cicero licked his own and dipped his head. The throbbing cock of his listener needed attention, and Cicero was willing to give now that his listener was at his fingertips.
Cicero sucked in the tip of the listener’s penis, sucking and licking with enthusiasm. His fingers thrust into the listener, searching for that one place that always made Cicero himself see stars. Cicero liked to play with himself, but playing with the listener was so much better! He twisted his fingers this was and that until he found exactly what he was looking for. The listener’s body arched high off the bed, his cock digging deep into Cicero’s throat. But Cicero was prepared for that. As the listener’s body spasmed from the onslaught, another of Cicero’s fingers slipped in.
Three fingers were perfect. Three fingers Cicero could use to massage the Listener until his body couldn’t take it.
Would the listener wake up when he came?
Cicero’s fingers rubbed and pressed against the Listeners prostate. The body twitched and writhed against Cicero’s fingers, but Cicero kept going. Cicero sucked and sucked, licked and played with the Listeners penis; his tongue playing with the tip on an upward stroke, and his mouth sucking as it dipped.
Cicero’s other hand was playing with Dyorn’s balls again, massaging and fingering. He felt the tightening of the sacks and knew that his Listener would cum soon, would spill his seed into Cicero’s gullet. Cicero hummed at the thought and pushed onwards, quickening his fingers and pressing more firmly into Dyorn’s sweet spot. A thrash of the body had Cicero giggling, and said body cried out as the seed burst forth from the Dark Elf’s cock. Cicero drank his fill, swallowing what the other had to offer before pulling off and cleaning the listeners cock with his tongue. He licked his lips when he finished and pulled his fingers free, staring down at the listener who’s cheeks help a dark flush, lips spread as he panted, and better yet, the listener had not woken.
Cicero didn’t have to stop! Cicero could find his own pleasure in Dyorn’s body too!
Cicero looked down at his own bugling crotch, the pleasure he’d given the Listener had affected himself just as much. He reached down and pulled himself free from his pants, untying the binds and letting himself into the open air. He was swollen and hard and craved to be inside his Listener. The keeper grabbed the jar of oil and used it on himself, slathering it thickly on his dick. He then used what was left over to once again finger his Listener and make sure the other was prepared.
Cicero was sure it was true when he pulled away. Cicero had been thorough, Cicero was sure to slide into that tight heat just nicely. He scooted himself forward, lifting the Listener’s legs and lining himself up with the Listener’s opening. He slid in slowly, groaning at the tight feel. The Listener was so tight! Cicero was sure he was going to burst at the lovely squeeze that the tight hole was giving him.
Keeping the Listener : 4/4
Date: 2013-07-02 08:37 pm (UTC)Cicero was so deep! The Listener’s body had taken him all the way in! Cicero groaned and steadied himself. It would do no good if he came before he wanted to. When Cicero was sure, he pulled back until only the tip was sheathed, before plunging back into the depths. His hips angled as he thrust, searching for that spot he’d massaged not moments ago. When he found it, the clench of the Listener’s body loosened only slightly and the body itself thrashed and bucked.
Oh, the Listener was a wonderful sight below him! Sweat glistened in the torch light, body flushed with exertion and pleasure, and bright red eyes staring at him with lust, both for his death and for release.
The Listener was apparently awake.
Cicero didn’t stop, a happy grin on his face as he continued to plunge into the Listener who could only close his eyes and arch his back while gripping at the bed. More noises escaped from the Listener while awake, Cicero realized as he hit that one spot over and over, Dyorn’s lips letting out the sweetest moans and groans. Cicero’s thrusts grew stronger as he looked down on the Listener, the heady dose of supremacy arousing him as he fucked this powerful, mighty, sweet, beautiful Listener until he was crying out.
The Listeners cock was bouncing against a strong belly, hard and throbbing once more. Cicero reached for it, gripping it as he thrust, pumping it in tune. The Listener cried out, body arching into the sensation.
The Listener was close again, and Cicero wasn’t that far behind.
Cicero groaned as the walls of his Listener, of his gorgeous elf, squeezed tightly down on him. The Listener was still for a moment before he came once more, crying out in Cicero’s name. The Keeper thrust twice, three times before he too released into the bowels of his elf.
His elf, his Listener, his gorgeous wonderful beautiful caring Listener, gave him a death glare as he slipped out. Not that it was all that threatening with his body limp in the afterglow, but Cicero couldn’t help but giggle in return.
“We will talk about this Jester,” the Listener said even as said merry man fell onto the bed beside him. “After I don’t feel so… exhausted.”
Cicero could only giggle as the Listener fell back to sleep. He’d only been keeping the Listener, what kind of trouble could he get into for that?
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Well, that's it! Hope you liked~!
Re: Keeping the Listener : 4/4
Date: 2013-07-02 09:12 pm (UTC)I really like that Cicero gets excited about being in a bit of a dominating position as he fucks the Listener. I also like seeing Cicero on top. He tends to be the receiver in a lot of the slash I've read that involves him so this was a very nice change. <3
The part at the end is really cute, the Listener is understandably angry, but well... Poor Cicero was just doing his job! ;)
Thank you so much, Nonny! I am a very, very happy OP.