Soon enough Vipir started lowering his head, to suck hard on her now swollen clit, and his thumbs shifted just enough for him to start teasing her entrance. He had somehow managed to find the right pressure to enter her just a fraction of an inch, enough to make her want more, but not enough to be even vaguely satisfying, making her wish he wasn’t holding her so firmly in place so that she could press back and take him in. At the same time, the torture was nothing but pleasurable; he seemed to know exactly what he was doing, and to revel in it. Ah, how I love thieves and their dexterous fingers.
She released her frustration by sucking hard on the other’s cock, her tongue darting out to stroke him roughly as she did so, teasing the slit at the top of his shaft whenever she pulled back enough, never letting him slip out. Thrynn, with most of his weight resting on his forearm and lower back, didn’t show any sign of minding this, and just allowed her to set her own pace, only pushing at her shoulder when he realized that he wouldn’t be able to take much more.
“Off, off …” He muttered, making an effort to keep his voice down. She grudgingly pulled out, letting out a soft moan as Vipir finally decided to let his fingers slip inside her, his thumb circling her clit as he fucked her. She pushed herself up on her hands and knees, feeling Vipir’s mouth once again on her flesh, but this time his teeth were scraping at her back, his free arm firmly placed around her hips. The former bandit caressed her face before starting to grope her breasts again while he stroked himself slowly, his head closing the distance between their bodies so that he could start sucking at one of her nipples. It was getting harder not to moan loudly, but she held back, the smallest of whimpers leaving her lips as she arched under their attentions.
It was Thrynn again who broke the silence, his lips pressed against her skin as he did so. “So, how do you want to take her?” She didn’t need to hear the trembling in his tone to realize that he was hoping for a quicker pace, and although she was a little sad to have to stop enjoying the feeling of the other’s fingers, she couldn’t help but agree.
“I want to see her face…” Vipir pulled away from her, starting to remove his own clothing as she dropped onto her side, the flush on her cheeks definitely not one of shame. Thrynn just fixed the pillows under his head, in order to keep himself propped up, then pulled her in his lap, facing away from him. She could feel his cock pressing firmly against her bottom, as he rubbed it slowly between her cheeks.
“I hope you’ve got the oils, because I’m getting in here whether you have them or not…” His tone was a joking one, but she didn’t doubt he would, and in response she just chuckled, glancing at her backpack on the floor. Vipir was quick to understand and grab it, handing it to her, and she was even quicker to dig through it and find one of the little vials before tossing the heavy thing away. Those oils from Hammerfell had been a real life saver, and increasingly hard to find due to their rather specific uses: masseurs weren’t common there in Skyrim. Still, they were perfect in other occasions, too…
“You’re lucky I’m too excited to think twice about this, Thrynn… I don’t want to remind you last time, but…”
“Pfft, you loved every second of it.”
“Screaming in pain is not a sign of appreciation.”
“It does not count if at the same time you’re threatening me to cut my balls off if I stop…"
Vipir just stared at them, a brow arched in annoyance; it was clear he felt a little left out as they joked around, and that would not do. The Breton was quick to get off the other’s lap and kneel on the ground, one hand trailing down his stomach as the other was busy lubing up Thrynn’s shaft, a lopsided smirk on her lips. “My, my… I was worried about our big boy here being too thick, but won’t you just look at this? I wonder if I can swallow it all…”
Sharing is fun [part 6]
She released her frustration by sucking hard on the other’s cock, her tongue darting out to stroke him roughly as she did so, teasing the slit at the top of his shaft whenever she pulled back enough, never letting him slip out. Thrynn, with most of his weight resting on his forearm and lower back, didn’t show any sign of minding this, and just allowed her to set her own pace, only pushing at her shoulder when he realized that he wouldn’t be able to take much more.
“Off, off …” He muttered, making an effort to keep his voice down. She grudgingly pulled out, letting out a soft moan as Vipir finally decided to let his fingers slip inside her, his thumb circling her clit as he fucked her. She pushed herself up on her hands and knees, feeling Vipir’s mouth once again on her flesh, but this time his teeth were scraping at her back, his free arm firmly placed around her hips. The former bandit caressed her face before starting to grope her breasts again while he stroked himself slowly, his head closing the distance between their bodies so that he could start sucking at one of her nipples. It was getting harder not to moan loudly, but she held back, the smallest of whimpers leaving her lips as she arched under their attentions.
It was Thrynn again who broke the silence, his lips pressed against her skin as he did so. “So, how do you want to take her?” She didn’t need to hear the trembling in his tone to realize that he was hoping for a quicker pace, and although she was a little sad to have to stop enjoying the feeling of the other’s fingers, she couldn’t help but agree.
“I want to see her face…” Vipir pulled away from her, starting to remove his own clothing as she dropped onto her side, the flush on her cheeks definitely not one of shame. Thrynn just fixed the pillows under his head, in order to keep himself propped up, then pulled her in his lap, facing away from him. She could feel his cock pressing firmly against her bottom, as he rubbed it slowly between her cheeks.
“I hope you’ve got the oils, because I’m getting in here whether you have them or not…” His tone was a joking one, but she didn’t doubt he would, and in response she just chuckled, glancing at her backpack on the floor. Vipir was quick to understand and grab it, handing it to her, and she was even quicker to dig through it and find one of the little vials before tossing the heavy thing away. Those oils from Hammerfell had been a real life saver, and increasingly hard to find due to their rather specific uses: masseurs weren’t common there in Skyrim. Still, they were perfect in other occasions, too…
“You’re lucky I’m too excited to think twice about this, Thrynn… I don’t want to remind you last time, but…”
“Pfft, you loved every second of it.”
“Screaming in pain is not a sign of appreciation.”
“It does not count if at the same time you’re threatening me to cut my balls off if I stop…"
Vipir just stared at them, a brow arched in annoyance; it was clear he felt a little left out as they joked around, and that would not do. The Breton was quick to get off the other’s lap and kneel on the ground, one hand trailing down his stomach as the other was busy lubing up Thrynn’s shaft, a lopsided smirk on her lips. “My, my… I was worried about our big boy here being too thick, but won’t you just look at this? I wonder if I can swallow it all…”