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Stealing Her Heart, 2/5

Date: 2014-06-22 11:41 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)

Arga had watched the young thief come into her house and been entranced by the smooth, pale limbs of the woman. She wanted to run her hands down the woman’s body, squeeze her full breasts and hear her moan. But first, she needed her to apologise for breaking into her house when Arga was trying to commune with the Daedra Nocturnal. Absolute silence and darkness had been required. She wondered if that had been mistaken for absence of person, and perhaps this was why the little thief had broken in. She wasn’t complaining, however. There had been nothing from Nocturnal and Arga had been itching with boredom.

She had hit her hard enough to knock her out, and when the thief was out cold she dragged her over to her bed and lit the fire, securing her hands and feet to the bed, still dressed, though she removed the hood and exposed the unconscious thief’s gorgeous face and full lips. Gods, she wanted her so badly. Wanted to sink her tongue inside the girl’s slit and make her scream. She was incredibly tempted to do just that, to wake the woman by sucking on her breasts. She could imagine the cries of surprise and pleasure, and the tortured expression as she tried not to cum under her captor’s tongue. Arga got wet just thinking about it, and stripped out of her single shift, already without any underwear on. The material was tossed aside and she flexed her formidable arms, loosing her flame-red hair, which cascaded over her back and toned stomach. It was true that she was built like a bandit. Arga was proud of it.

Her own fingers were long and thick and Arga immediately slid them inside herself, watching the sleeping girl and imagining how she would take her. Her hand moved back and forward within her frenetically as she watched the rising and falling of the thief’s chest. A sadistic part of her hoped the girl would wake before Arga took her pleasure, and she could cum in front of her. Gods, she felt aroused by this little thief. Sadly it was not to be – Arga was too aroused by her own thoughts and her fingers, so energetic and imbibed with such finesse, had found a sweet spot and hammered at it. By the time Sapphire began to stir, the Nord was orgasming on her own hand, and the thief awoke to see Arga licking her own hand clean.

-

“So you’re awake,” the Nord woman murmured softly, approaching Sapphire. She tried to clear the fog from her eyes with her hand but her arms wouldn’t move. The muggy head cleared very quickly as Sapphire realised she was bound, hand and foot, to a magnificent bed with a fire crackling merrily nearby. She was still clothed, thank Nocturnal, but the woman in front of her was naked and Sapphire had a feeling that she planned the same for the thief herself. “What is your name?”

“I’m not telling you that,” Sapphire snapped. The Nord simply smiled.

“Why not? I’m Arga,” she introduced. “This is my house, and you tried to break in.”

“I thought you were out,” Sapphire told her. Arga smirked.

“Evidently.”

“Well, I’m not going to tell you anything,” Sapphire said resolutely. Arga’s hands went to Sapphire’s thighs and began to trail inwards. They stopped and withdrew before returning downwards, massaging her inner thighs gently. Sapphire shifted slightly and Arga placed her hand down firmly on Sapphire’s mound.

“Stay,” she murmured gently. “Tell you your name.”

She ground the heel of her hand against that mound, rasping against Sapphire’s clitoris, and the young woman groaned. The Nord clambered onto the bed and began to caress the Breton’s breasts gently, fingers sliding to the buckles of the grey leather and slowly undoing them. Sapphire watched the Nord woman with veiled fear as she slowly exposed the Breton’s breasts, cupping the small, soft mounds in her large, rough hands.

“I’ll tell you anything,” Sapphire suddenly begged. “Just let me go.”

The Nord paused at the tone of voice, looking down at Sapphire, her hands still filled with Sapphire’s breasts. Her expression was curious, but calculating.

“Why the change of heart?” she demanded softly. Sapphire’s lip quivered.

“I…people used me like this last time they captured me,” she mumbled, and Arga’s expression softened.

“I just want you, little Breton,” she murmured. “But I won’t force you.”

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