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Drop Dead [5/?]
Date: 2014-01-16 07:41 pm (UTC)She pulled back before she threw up, gasping as she did and he tried to push her down again but she dug her nails into his thigh. “Do you want me to throw up on your dick? Because I will!”
“You better not you stupid brat,” he growled from above but he lessened his grip. She sighed in relief and moved to licking the side of his dick, not wishing to have the thing fully in her mouth again. She gripped his cock, moving her hand up and down it as she lapped at the tip. He stirred from above. “You’ve done this quite the few times, haven’t you?”
“So what?” she growled, her lips leaving him to give him a hand job, her ears tinting pink. How dare he insult her for giving oral to others before him. It occurred to her that maybe he wanted that, to strip her of her innocence and she shuddered internally, her tongue teasing his slit. What a bastard.
He took in a breath and she stepped up her teasing, her mouth running up and down him in tune with her left hand as her right hand’s fingertips rubbed the precum leaking from him. He maintained a calm exterior, his expression still cold from above but she could feel his muscles twitch, see his chest inhale and taste the come wishing to leak from him.
She felt herself giving him a smug look. Looked like the mighty Thalmor asshole wasn’t as high and controlled as she thought. She got the urge to make him bend to her, to regret thinking he could dominate her and use her and she went back to swallowing him. She sucked on his tip before relaxing her throat and moving up and down it as much as she could.
She thanked the gods she had practice with Nelacar beforehand – and to an extent, the handsome Legate of Riften. Her being able to control her thrusts and how far she could take him made it better and she bobbed up and down on him, smirking inwardly as he thrust a bit into her from it.
She pulled away, licking her lips and waited. “What do you want me to do, Ancano?”
His golden eyes moved down to staring at her, the corner of his lip twitching a bit. She chuckled inwardly. “Do you want me to let you come?”
He narrowed his eyes. “Let me?”
She lazily moved a hand up and down him, confident. “Yes, let you.”
He slapped her so hard she let out a cry and released him. She saw stars for a moment and her hair was being grabbed making her yelp. He forced his cock in her mouth, her throat tightening but when he kept going she had to mentally make herself relax, her hands pressing against his thighs. He thrust in, hitting the back of her throat and she choked.
“You do not have any control in this situation, you smart little brat!” he snapped. “I own you right now, may I remind you? You want that bottle back, you pleasure me until I am satisfied!”
She flushed, wishing to bite down on him. She hated him, the smart bastard. She hated him. How she wanted to burn him and watch his bones crumble. The thought was pressed out of her mind as he thrust in and she had to concentrate on not throwing up as he used her mouth.
It didn’t take long for him to come and he held her steady as he did making her swallow. She shuddered, trying her best not to consume it but a large amount still went down her throat. She spat, come spilling from her lips and he let go of her, stepping back to adjust himself while she coughed. She wiped the excess on the floor, refusing to look up as she did.
She hated him.
Drop Dead [6/?]
Date: 2014-01-16 07:43 pm (UTC)“Disappointing.”
“Fuck you!” she spat. He forced her to look at him, his golden eyes flashing with amusement and she sneered at him. He smiled and forced her to turn around, ripping off the last of her clothes as he did. She flushed deeply and tried turning back around.
“D-Don’t be so rough!”
“I don’t care what you say,” he snapped and she was forced onto the bed, spread for him as he looked at her from behind. She finally had enough, turning to fight back but he easily avoided her punch. The consequence was for him to grab her wrists, nearly snapping them and she let out a cry. “Try that again, I encourage you to!”
She felt her breath hitch as he pressed against her body, her head hitting his chest from behind. She twisted more, trying to break free but his grip was tight on her wrists. She was helpless and she began to shake as she felt the tip of him hit her sex. “A-Ancano! Ancano, wait! I’m not ready! You’ll break me!”
“Good,” he said from above her and he began forcing himself in. She clenched, letting out a high cry but he kept going forward, not caring how it was affecting her. She was being stretched, his stupid cock filling her, forcing her legs to part to accommodate him and he hit the opening of her womb making her cry out. He shifted from behind her, letting go of one of her hands and she grabbed the headboard immediately to dig her nails into it.
“Hm. Shame,” he casually commented. “This is the problem with you human races. Your bodies can’t handle a superior specimen.”
She wanted to reply with some witty remark but she ended up moaning instead, her breath coming out in pants. She missed Nelacar. He was gentle with her and didn’t make her feel so dirty like this. Even Fasendil, though large in length, didn’t use her in such a way when he was desperate. She shifted, whimpering against his cock and her head hung down. She hated the Thalmor.
He grabbed her hips, pulling back and he gave an experimental thrust making her cry out. “Yes, moan like the bitch in heat that you are!”
“F-Fuck you!” she cried, shamed as another moan tore from her throat as he pulled back and he let go of her other wrist allowing her to grip the headboard more. He then mounted her, as if she was an animal and began pounding down making her scream. She lost her grip, falling to the bed and he grabbed her hair, pulling so she was uncomfortable as he rode her.
She begged the gods to make it stop. “A-Ancano!”
He said nothing from above but his hands roamed her body. He roughly cupped her breast, gripped her hips or slapped her ass while he was inside. She cried out, pulling at the sheets and some point in his relentless fucking she began thrusting back. She was sure her pussy would be broken after this so she might as well enjoy it, as twisted as that was.
He laughed at her over it. “Just as I suspected… of you humans. So proud until a true Mer shows you… what you’re missing!”
She panted and groaned in return, her hips meeting his thrusts back. He pulled her head back using her hair, looking down at her and she moaned when their eyes met. “Imperial slut.”
“F-Fuck me!”
Drop Dead [7/?]
Date: 2014-01-16 07:45 pm (UTC)Ancano slowed his thrusts and finally looked behind his shoulder. Onmund was standing behind them, paralyzed, with Brelyna motionless at his side. They were gaping, speechless and Alla let out a cry of frustration, burying her head into her pillow. Ancano chuckled. “Are you two worms enjoying watching?”
“What…” Brelyna started. “Ancano-? Alla? Alla-?!”
“Alla!” Onmund finally cried out and she covered her ears, her pussy gripping Ancano’s cock tight, her chest ready to burst from embarrassment. Ancano laughed a bit deeper.
“Your friend here can’t speak right now,” he smiled at them. “She’s too busy learning her place!”
“Get off of her!” Onmund yelled, moving to try and stop him and electricity shot through Alla’s body making her screech. Her mind turned to sap in her head and she slumped, still feeling Ancano inside her pulsing. His voice drifted from above her.
“Come any closer and I’ll turn her into ash!” she heard him threaten. “Your damned friend accepted this on her own whim so I suggest you back off before making assumptions.”
Brelyna’s voice echoed from behind him. “Alla?! Alla, surely you didn’t consent!”
The gears in her head slowly moved, her mind coming back to her through the pain and she lifted her head off her damp pillow, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. She found herself looking up to Ancano, him giving her a smug look and she grit her teeth. Fucking bastard.
“I… want this,” she said quietly and Ancano smiled, grabbing her hair to pull her up off the bed, her back arching until she was against him.
“I don’t think they heard. Why not say it again?”
She clenched her jaw, not wanting to keep playing his game but he pulled out a bit and thrust up making her tense and cry out, his cock filling her again. “Do you want your little bottle?”
“I WANT THIS!” she shouted, Ancano chuckling from behind and he began his relentless fucking again, her back arching hard against him and her hands frantically gripping whatever she could find. She heard her friends behind her, sounding disappointed and she clenched her eyes shut, riding Ancano, trying hard to be someplace else. She sobbed, shamed, her body reacting to the stupid Thalmor and she started losing it, her thrusts back becoming wild and less rhythmic.
She tried thinking of someone else, of Fasendil or Nelacar, gods above, even that Thalmor agent in Markarth who acted half-decent to her – anything, anyone, imagining them behind her but Ancano’s hissing in her ear, his damned smell and rough touches made it impossible.
“Say my name, you Imperial bitch!”
She shook her head in protest, nearly weeping as one of his hands teased at her clit, purposely not touching where she was badly aching.
“Say it!”
“A-Ancano!” she whimpered. “A-Ancano! Ancano!”
“Louder!”
“ANCANO!” she shouted, hating herself for it, begging the gods above not to have let anyone hear her. “A-Ah! Ancano, don’t stop!”
Drop Dead [8/8]
Date: 2014-01-16 07:46 pm (UTC)“P-Pull out!” she begged and he snorted. She thrashed, trying to get away but he filled her, his seed soiling her insides and she let out a desperate cry, a sob breaking from her throat. He came inside. She shook violently as he finally pulled out and shoved her against her bed, making a noise of disgust as he did.
“You should feel honored to have me come in a pig like you,” he sneered, grabbing her undergarments from off the floor to wipe himself off. She held her pillow, refusing to look at him and he tossed her underwear at her. “I suppose you want your little Skooma bottle back, don’t you?”
“You… are a piece of shit!” she panted. He merely pulled the bottle from his pocket and tossed it at her. She flinched as it hit her shoulder, falling onto the blankets beside her.
“Whatever. I’m still going to inform the Arch-mage his students are smuggling illegal substances in… but I suppose for your service, I’ll leave out your name,” he said as he began to leave. “Have fun with your friends, now, you hear?”
She shuddered, covering her eyes and she hear him walk away leaving her alone in her room. She struggled to get up, grabbing the Skooma bottle as she did and she pulled on her robes, leaving her underwear off. She never wanted to touch the pair again and she dropped it behind her bed, moving to grab her knapsack from her chest.
She closed her eyes, calming herself as her emotions wanted to break from her body and she shoved the Skooma into the knapsack, taking a few other items before she shouldered the bag.
She briefly looked into Brelyna and Onmund’s room, wanting to explain but they weren’t to be found. She limped out of the Hall finding herself back in the snowstorm and Brelyna and Onmund were not outside either. She covered her face, trying hard to keep her emotions down but a sob broke out and she fled to Winterhold, rushing to the Inn. Dagur was cleaning the counter, his weary eyes looking up as she entered and she avoided his eyes as she went into Nelacar’s room.
“He’s downstairs,” Dagur said quietly and she stopped, staring at the tiles before turning to look at him. He stopped immediately. “…Is something wrong? Alla?”
She shook her head knowing her eyes were probably red and moved to the cellar stairs, not in the mood to speak. She found Nelacar and Enthir at the very back, sorting through spell books and a variety of robes and she approached them, her heart pounding as she did. Enthir briefly looked up and gave her a smile. “My little Freshman! Great timing! I hope you brought… well. Our agreement!”
Nelacar raised his head at her name and he frowned as he saw her. “Alla? Alla, what’s wrong?”
She couldn’t help the sob that broke from her throat and Enthir stopped, immediately on her. “Alla?! Alla, what happened?! What’s the matter?!”
The two came to her side and she buried herself against the Altmer mage, pulling at his robes to hide her face. He held her quietly, stroking her hair and Enthir rubbed her back. “What happened?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she said and she remained in Nelacar’s arms, repressing the experience.
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Re: Drop Dead [8/8]
Date: 2014-01-19 01:18 pm (UTC)Ancano was perfectly written and the smut was delicious. Great job! :)
Re: Drop Dead [8/8]
Date: 2014-01-21 12:53 pm (UTC)