She widened her eyes. She was stiff against the wall. She felt his strange lips crushed against hers...
She felt his hand come up to her flank, elicting a slight shiver from her.
“See?” she heard him say. “You are more eager than what you are willing to let up...” he said, his mouth barely separating from hers.
“No, I...” she begun, in protest, meekly.
“Let’s cut a deal.” he said, his hand still carassing her side. “I won’t tell Sibbi about your current whereabouts... And we have some fun tonight...” he said.
She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want this. At least, not right now. But... She was out of options. If he tod Sibbi about her, he woyuld certainly kill her... But if she allowed him to take advantage of her, what would be of her pride and respect.
“No one needs to find out...” he said, as if reading her mind. “Of course, you could mak your friends jealous by saying you slept with the Dragonborn...” he said, with a smug expression.
She gulped, retreating as far as she could. However, he easilly slid his hand in her lower back, making her gasp. He pulled her and pressed her against himself.
“What do you say?” he asked.
Her hand crawled through his chest. Through the lether vest, she could feel his wiry muscle. She bit her lip.
“I... I...” she said. “I...”
“Let me give you a small sample...” he said, shifting his hands to below her knees, and much to her surprise, lifted her up. She gasped as her legs were pressed around his waist. “Of the night...” he said, kissing her neck. She moaned. “So you’ll have a better idea of your choices...” his raspy whisper said, to her ear, and almost made her give up then and there.
She suddenly felt that they were moving. Somehow, he managed to find her room. He closed it with his tail. Meanwhile, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
The room was small, dimly lit by a torch she had set up when she had gone for a drink. The bed was built for one person only, but she didn’t mind sleeping under him...
“What are you thinking?” she thought, feeling him slide his hands to her back. “He just wants to lay you in that bed and... No! I can’t think about that. Don’t think about those hard muscles, those scales agianst your body, that warm breath against your skin...”
He placed her on the night stand, gently kissing her neck and cheek. She placed a hand on his cheek.
“Please, I...” she said, before moaning due to a well placed kiss.
“You will stay quiet...” he said, in a more commanding tone. She gulped down her words. She couldn’t believ taht she was enjoyig his touches, even through her leather nightgown. She heard a chuckle. “See? I assure you will enjoy this...”
She ran her hands through his feathers. He locked eyes with her, and she felt a priaml surge from within her.
“In a few minutes...” he said, moving his hands up her arms, elicting goosebumbs from her. “You’ll see what the better choice is...”
“I...” she said, as he begun to move his hands through the muscles of her neck. “I... want this...” she continued, not entirely sure on it, closing her eyes and letting a moan out.
He chuckled, and the sound it made made her tighten her legs’s grip against his waist.
“A few minutes?” he sai, to himself, his hands pressing her against him as he begun to slide down on her body. “I understimate myself...”
Of Names, Night and Lizards Part 3/?
She felt his hand come up to her flank, elicting a slight shiver from her.
“See?” she heard him say. “You are more eager than what you are willing to let up...” he said, his mouth barely separating from hers.
“No, I...” she begun, in protest, meekly.
“Let’s cut a deal.” he said, his hand still carassing her side. “I won’t tell Sibbi about your current whereabouts... And we have some fun tonight...” he said.
She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want this. At least, not right now. But... She was out of options. If he tod Sibbi about her, he woyuld certainly kill her... But if she allowed him to take advantage of her, what would be of her pride and respect.
“No one needs to find out...” he said, as if reading her mind. “Of course, you could mak your friends jealous by saying you slept with the Dragonborn...” he said, with a smug expression.
She gulped, retreating as far as she could. However, he easilly slid his hand in her lower back, making her gasp. He pulled her and pressed her against himself.
“What do you say?” he asked.
Her hand crawled through his chest. Through the lether vest, she could feel his wiry muscle. She bit her lip.
“I... I...” she said. “I...”
“Let me give you a small sample...” he said, shifting his hands to below her knees, and much to her surprise, lifted her up. She gasped as her legs were pressed around his waist. “Of the night...” he said, kissing her neck. She moaned. “So you’ll have a better idea of your choices...” his raspy whisper said, to her ear, and almost made her give up then and there.
She suddenly felt that they were moving. Somehow, he managed to find her room. He closed it with his tail. Meanwhile, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
The room was small, dimly lit by a torch she had set up when she had gone for a drink. The bed was built for one person only, but she didn’t mind sleeping under him...
“What are you thinking?” she thought, feeling him slide his hands to her back. “He just wants to lay you in that bed and... No! I can’t think about that. Don’t think about those hard muscles, those scales agianst your body, that warm breath against your skin...”
He placed her on the night stand, gently kissing her neck and cheek. She placed a hand on his cheek.
“Please, I...” she said, before moaning due to a well placed kiss.
“You will stay quiet...” he said, in a more commanding tone. She gulped down her words. She couldn’t believ taht she was enjoyig his touches, even through her leather nightgown. She heard a chuckle. “See? I assure you will enjoy this...”
She ran her hands through his feathers. He locked eyes with her, and she felt a priaml surge from within her.
“In a few minutes...” he said, moving his hands up her arms, elicting goosebumbs from her. “You’ll see what the better choice is...”
“I...” she said, as he begun to move his hands through the muscles of her neck. “I... want this...” she continued, not entirely sure on it, closing her eyes and letting a moan out.
He chuckled, and the sound it made made her tighten her legs’s grip against his waist.
“A few minutes?” he sai, to himself, his hands pressing her against him as he begun to slide down on her body. “I understimate myself...”
((To be continued))