He pulled the rack upright and to her horror she became aware of the fact that they weren't alone. The cells were dark but she could make out the tops of Etiennes cuffed hands against the wall. Her stomach clenched and he smirked "I forgot to mention my guest." Her green eyes slid up and had he been a weaker mer he was sure that glare would have leveled him. "All the more reason to tell me. Come now." He put on a mocking face of concern and Imani bristled. "Let him go." Rulindil chuckled and brought his hands up to palm her breasts.
She could only squirm and bite her lip as his hands heated to the point of pain before dropping down so quickly that the moisture brought fourth from the heat turned to flakes of ice against her skin. "It will only get more intense, girl. Just reveal your reasons for being here." Imani gave him an annoyed look. "I'm no fool, Rulindil. You won't let me leave here alive even if I did tell you." The mer shrugged "A very astute observation, little Breton. My goodness! Where are my manners?" She frowned at the mocking tone in his voice. "What is your name?" her jaw set and his smile turned rabid. She understood now why so many in Skyrim feared his name. "Ah, not to worry. There are methods I've not yet utilized. You will talk." "Sure. We'll see." Rulindil backhanded her and she saw stars.
Imani felt something warm and thick rub against her sex and fought to regain her vision as she desperately struggled to lift herself away from what she assumed it was. She could feel his body heat against her skin and grimaced when a strong hand grabbed her jaw and forced her to look up at him. "I've always wondered if it were possible for a Breton to take all of an Altmer." Her eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't dare." he scoffed "You are lovely, for a human of course, and like myself you seem to enjoy a good challenge." a blush rose to her cheeks and he smiled. "You should be honored that I'd ever consider such a thing. The Thalmor claim only the best genetics for their organization." She smirked. "I do keep forgetting that the Altmer like comparing themselves to prized cattle." His lips pulled tight and he grabbed onto her breasts harshly and released a shock spell. "You will watch yourself, wretched human mutt!"
Rulindil felt his anger surge anew. Even with that shock spell that left her sagging against that rack like a rag doll the bloody thing still wouldn't scream! Something snapped in the back of his mind, something primal and something more fearsome, Rulindil hated her even more. For her lack of fear and for her seemingly unshakable determination! He crushed himself against her and slid his member through her folds and down to his mark. "D-don't." she breathed weakly but in one hard move he rammed himself into her tight wet little quim. Her eyes opened wide, mouth gaped open as she sucked a mouthful of air into her lungs, and he reached behind her, his hands tangled in her long black hair and he pulled it enough for her head to be at an awkward and uncomfortable angle and relished the emotions clouding her eyes.
Gone was the glee, annoyance, and humor. Pain. Lust. Anger. Disbelief. Outrage. They all shone bright in those forest eyes but then he caught it. The one thing he'd been after and he groaned heavily. Fear. "Halfway, little Breton, let's see if you can take all of me." Her eyes widened and she scrambled to remember the words of the shout that would stagger him but the mer stole that ability from her as he crushed his mouth against hers and started a painfully agonizing slow but blissfully deep rhythm. Their kisses were hungry as they bit at each others lips and tongues battled, Rulindil pulled away and panted, eyes hooded and blood trailing down into his beard as he looked at her. Something triggered within her and her cloudy eyes became a bit glassy and frantic as he continued to force himself into her and he recognized it. He hated himself for it but he quickly yanked himself from her body when she hit the brink of another orgasm.
The Breton's eyes narrowed in rage and agony before slamming shut. It wasn't a scream of fear and pain but the way her body and voice shook as she screeched out a string of curses put a smug smirk on his face.
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Interrogation?(Rulindil/F!DB) 5/?
Date: 2016-04-05 04:03 am (UTC)She could only squirm and bite her lip as his hands heated to the point of pain before dropping down so quickly that the moisture brought fourth from the heat turned to flakes of ice against her skin.
"It will only get more intense, girl. Just reveal your reasons for being here." Imani gave him an annoyed look.
"I'm no fool, Rulindil. You won't let me leave here alive even if I did tell you."
The mer shrugged "A very astute observation, little Breton. My goodness! Where are my manners?" She frowned at the mocking tone in his voice.
"What is your name?" her jaw set and his smile turned rabid. She understood now why so many in Skyrim feared his name. "Ah, not to worry. There are methods I've not yet utilized. You will talk."
"Sure. We'll see." Rulindil backhanded her and she saw stars.
Imani felt something warm and thick rub against her sex and fought to regain her vision as she desperately struggled to lift herself away from what she assumed it was. She could feel his body heat against her skin and grimaced when a strong hand grabbed her jaw and forced her to look up at him. "I've always wondered if it were possible for a Breton to take all of an Altmer." Her eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't dare." he scoffed
"You are lovely, for a human of course, and like myself you seem to enjoy a good challenge." a blush rose to her cheeks and he smiled. "You should be honored that I'd ever consider such a thing. The Thalmor claim only the best genetics for their organization." She smirked.
"I do keep forgetting that the Altmer like comparing themselves to prized cattle." His lips pulled tight and he grabbed onto her breasts harshly and released a shock spell. "You will watch yourself, wretched human mutt!"
Rulindil felt his anger surge anew. Even with that shock spell that left her sagging against that rack like a rag doll the bloody thing still wouldn't scream! Something snapped in the back of his mind, something primal and something more fearsome, Rulindil hated her even more. For her lack of fear and for her seemingly unshakable determination! He crushed himself against her and slid his member through her folds and down to his mark. "D-don't." she breathed weakly but in one hard move he rammed himself into her tight wet little quim. Her eyes opened wide, mouth gaped open as she sucked a mouthful of air into her lungs, and he reached behind her, his hands tangled in her long black hair and he pulled it enough for her head to be at an awkward and uncomfortable angle and relished the emotions clouding her eyes.
Gone was the glee, annoyance, and humor. Pain. Lust. Anger. Disbelief. Outrage. They all shone bright in those forest eyes but then he caught it. The one thing he'd been after and he groaned heavily. Fear.
"Halfway, little Breton, let's see if you can take all of me." Her eyes widened and she scrambled to remember the words of the shout that would stagger him but the mer stole that ability from her as he crushed his mouth against hers and started a painfully agonizing slow but blissfully deep rhythm. Their kisses were hungry as they bit at each others lips and tongues battled, Rulindil pulled away and panted, eyes hooded and blood trailing down into his beard as he looked at her. Something triggered within her and her cloudy eyes became a bit glassy and frantic as he continued to force himself into her and he recognized it. He hated himself for it but he quickly yanked himself from her body when she hit the brink of another orgasm.
The Breton's eyes narrowed in rage and agony before slamming shut. It wasn't a scream of fear and pain but the way her body and voice shook as she screeched out a string of curses put a smug smirk on his face.
It was a start.