Rulindil knew something was very wrong but the presence in the back of his mind that he had been very mindful of keeping chained up had taken over. Elenwen could come in a put a knife in his back and it wouldn't stop him from rutting the little human. In hindsight he hadn't planned on taking it to this point but the Breton, her looks and her defiance, tore his mental barriers to shreds. She leaned up, shoving her bloody chest against his, moaned against his neck and promptly sank her teeth into his flesh. His mind went blank save for the overwhelming voice that screamed at him to return the favor and fuck the little fetcher senseless. In two strides he was at his desk and as he stood he yanked her hands from his shoulders and shoved her backwards.
Her back hit the wood hard enough to make her cough miserably and gasp for air before he dove down, steeled his hands on her shoulders, and began thrusting his hips madly. Rulindil didn't take her pleasure into consideration the mer rode her like a rabid animal and all she could do was take it. Imani held a silent scream on her lips, tears racing down her face, body throbbing with pain and pleasure she never knew she'd be able to handle. The Breton clawed at his back and brought heavy legs up to lock around his hips and doing so caused the mer to laugh, each sound jarred and broken with his pace. He shifted his hips down and rammed himself forward making the girl surge upwards with a screech as he hit the spot within her that made her vision speckle with white.
Rulindil lifted forward and licked at her tears and growled against her ear. "How does it feel human?" in her foggy mind Imani knew his question wasn't in regard to her satisfaction or comfort, nor was it completely mocking or snide, no he wanted to know how it really felt. He had managed to break her down in ways but not the ways either had intended and it was because of that that she in turn moaned against his pointed ear and tore her nails down his back to leave lines of crimson against his dusty gold skin. How did it feel to him knowing he'd taken this too far, that his actions would be met with swift retribution if anyone found out, that he'd be the victim to his own trade rather then the master? How did it really feel to her that even after all he'd done that she truly wanted nothing more but to stay and allow him to use her. They fought each other with teeth and nails as Rulindil's thrusts became frantic, their emotions, the pain, the pleasure, all of it blinding them and pulling them away from all they'd known.
At that moment they were each others escape they were two nameless and race less beings barreling towards something that would bring them to bliss that had long evaded their lives. Something that no amount of routine or spontaneous favors would satisfy and as her body steadily began to buzz with overwhelming arousal Imani felt herself stuck on the edge. He sensed it though, even with his face buried against her neck with busy lips and teeth marking her to show the world the evidence of their coupling, and slid a hand down between them. The small sting of electric overwhelmed her and Imani found her long lost voice and with a scream that borderline shook the building from its foundation she answered both him and herself.
"GOOD! SO FUCKING GOOD, RULINDIL!"
For the first time in a long time his breath was stolen from him as her body crashed violently around him and anchored himself heavily against the thrashing Breton. His orgasm hit him so hard his knees went weak and his own yells and curses mixed with her own as he flooded her body so much so that he felt his release running back and dripping down his scrotum. After a few moments he pulled her against him weakly and sat back in his chair, the pair a shaking, bloody, and sweaty mess, and tenderly ran his quivering fingers through her inky hair. "I knew it, Breton." he whispered against her shoulder with a soft smirk unaware of the Dunmer woman, dagger ready, right behind him.
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Interrogation?(Rulindil/F!DB) 7/?
Date: 2016-04-06 05:20 pm (UTC)Her back hit the wood hard enough to make her cough miserably and gasp for air before he dove down, steeled his hands on her shoulders, and began thrusting his hips madly. Rulindil didn't take her pleasure into consideration the mer rode her like a rabid animal and all she could do was take it. Imani held a silent scream on her lips, tears racing down her face, body throbbing with pain and pleasure she never knew she'd be able to handle. The Breton clawed at his back and brought heavy legs up to lock around his hips and doing so caused the mer to laugh, each sound jarred and broken with his pace. He shifted his hips down and rammed himself forward making the girl surge upwards with a screech as he hit the spot within her that made her vision speckle with white.
Rulindil lifted forward and licked at her tears and growled against her ear. "How does it feel human?" in her foggy mind Imani knew his question wasn't in regard to her satisfaction or comfort, nor was it completely mocking or snide, no he wanted to know how it really felt. He had managed to break her down in ways but not the ways either had intended and it was because of that that she in turn moaned against his pointed ear and tore her nails down his back to leave lines of crimson against his dusty gold skin. How did it feel to him knowing he'd taken this too far, that his actions would be met with swift retribution if anyone found out, that he'd be the victim to his own trade rather then the master? How did it really feel to her that even after all he'd done that she truly wanted nothing more but to stay and allow him to use her. They fought each other with teeth and nails as Rulindil's thrusts became frantic, their emotions, the pain, the pleasure, all of it blinding them and pulling them away from all they'd known.
At that moment they were each others escape they were two nameless and race less beings barreling towards something that would bring them to bliss that had long evaded their lives. Something that no amount of routine or spontaneous favors would satisfy and as her body steadily began to buzz with overwhelming arousal Imani felt herself stuck on the edge. He sensed it though, even with his face buried against her neck with busy lips and teeth marking her to show the world the evidence of their coupling, and slid a hand down between them. The small sting of electric overwhelmed her and Imani found her long lost voice and with a scream that borderline shook the building from its foundation she answered both him and herself.
"GOOD! SO FUCKING GOOD, RULINDIL!"
For the first time in a long time his breath was stolen from him as her body crashed violently around him and anchored himself heavily against the thrashing Breton. His orgasm hit him so hard his knees went weak and his own yells and curses mixed with her own as he flooded her body so much so that he felt his release running back and dripping down his scrotum. After a few moments he pulled her against him weakly and sat back in his chair, the pair a shaking, bloody, and sweaty mess, and tenderly ran his quivering fingers through her inky hair.
"I knew it, Breton." he whispered against her shoulder with a soft smirk unaware of the Dunmer woman, dagger ready, right behind him.