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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)