My name left her mouth in a sharp exhale, begging, wanting. I obliged, invading her again and again in a consistent rhythm, using every technique, every angle I knew to bring her closer to the edge. She was tight, having taken no lover except what I could offer. The intrigue surrounding me was enough to satisfy her, she’d once alleged, though I found that difficult to believe. And so I sought to draw out the truth from her sweetest region, for her most honest state manifested in her arousal.
“Tell me, Elisif… how this,” I flexed my arm muscles and thrust hard into her, “is enough to satiate that burning lust you have for me.”
“Secrets, Kressun,” she panted, tightening her hold around my neck. “I have them as well. But please… please don’t stop.”
As my fingers delved deeper inside her, I obeyed the request.
Minutes later, after she had arched into me and climaxed around my hand, she showed me her gratitude by raising her face and pressing an intimate kiss to the front of my helm, right where my lips yearned for her on the other side.
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I sensed Erandur’s persistent gaze on me as we passed through the front gates of Solitude on our way to the stables.
“What is it?” I asked, adjusting my gauntlets.
“Ah, nothing.”
I sent him a brief look, but refrained from pursuing the question. The overcast sky hid the late afternoon sun and stretched out above us in a blanket of gloom. I quickened my pace toward our horses, not keen on getting caught by sleet and rain halfway to Whiterun.
“Well,” Erandur piped up halfway along the route to Katla’s farm, “I’ve just observed something. Mind you, I’m only a bystander and may be completely off the mark.”
That caught my attention, and I came to an abrupt halt in the middle of the road. “Share your thoughts with me.”
He stopped a few paces ahead and fixed me with a probing stare. “Your dealings with people in power. Namely, the two Jarls leading the opposing sides of the war.”
A muscle twitched in my temple as I stepped toward him. “And what about them have you observed, Erandur?”
“It just seems to be a dangerous game you’re playing. Involving yourself with both people, yet maintaining your neutrality on what they each stand for.”
I tensed at the assessment, glaring at him through my helm before attempting to shoulder past. “You are indeed off the mark, my friend.”
With surprising speed, his arm shot out to block my path. It thumped against my abdomen, keeping me in place. I was about to demand that he move when I noticed the intensity of his eyes. They flashed with an aggression I hadn’t seen since Nightcaller Temple, the gentle priest of Mara nowhere to be found in their depths.
“Let me finish. That was my first thought,” he stated gruffly. “My second was that it isn’t a game, but something driven more by… want of flesh.”
In the stifling confines of my armor, my body heat rose to an uncomfortable temperature. I hadn’t exactly been… discreet during these summons, but I hadn’t thought my well-mannered follower would actually bring it up and confront me. Still, the natural defensive reflex surged up, and I shrugged my shoulders, unwilling to endure a theistic lecture from one of Mara’s minions.
“Elisif and I were discussing general politics. Nothing more,” I declared in a harsher tone than I’d intended.
His fingers suddenly drifted toward my face, but before I could recoil, they dipped toward my collar to pluck something out. I saw the strand of blonde hair reflect the fading light, and for once I had no reply as he released it into the wind.
The Equivocal Shroud [4/?]
My name left her mouth in a sharp exhale, begging, wanting. I obliged, invading her again and again in a consistent rhythm, using every technique, every angle I knew to bring her closer to the edge. She was tight, having taken no lover except what I could offer. The intrigue surrounding me was enough to satisfy her, she’d once alleged, though I found that difficult to believe. And so I sought to draw out the truth from her sweetest region, for her most honest state manifested in her arousal.
“Tell me, Elisif… how this,” I flexed my arm muscles and thrust hard into her, “is enough to satiate that burning lust you have for me.”
“Secrets, Kressun,” she panted, tightening her hold around my neck. “I have them as well. But please… please don’t stop.”
As my fingers delved deeper inside her, I obeyed the request.
Minutes later, after she had arched into me and climaxed around my hand, she showed me her gratitude by raising her face and pressing an intimate kiss to the front of my helm, right where my lips yearned for her on the other side.
I sensed Erandur’s persistent gaze on me as we passed through the front gates of Solitude on our way to the stables.
“What is it?” I asked, adjusting my gauntlets.
“Ah, nothing.”
I sent him a brief look, but refrained from pursuing the question. The overcast sky hid the late afternoon sun and stretched out above us in a blanket of gloom. I quickened my pace toward our horses, not keen on getting caught by sleet and rain halfway to Whiterun.
“Well,” Erandur piped up halfway along the route to Katla’s farm, “I’ve just observed something. Mind you, I’m only a bystander and may be completely off the mark.”
That caught my attention, and I came to an abrupt halt in the middle of the road. “Share your thoughts with me.”
He stopped a few paces ahead and fixed me with a probing stare. “Your dealings with people in power. Namely, the two Jarls leading the opposing sides of the war.”
A muscle twitched in my temple as I stepped toward him. “And what about them have you observed, Erandur?”
“It just seems to be a dangerous game you’re playing. Involving yourself with both people, yet maintaining your neutrality on what they each stand for.”
I tensed at the assessment, glaring at him through my helm before attempting to shoulder past. “You are indeed off the mark, my friend.”
With surprising speed, his arm shot out to block my path. It thumped against my abdomen, keeping me in place. I was about to demand that he move when I noticed the intensity of his eyes. They flashed with an aggression I hadn’t seen since Nightcaller Temple, the gentle priest of Mara nowhere to be found in their depths.
“Let me finish. That was my first thought,” he stated gruffly. “My second was that it isn’t a game, but something driven more by… want of flesh.”
In the stifling confines of my armor, my body heat rose to an uncomfortable temperature. I hadn’t exactly been… discreet during these summons, but I hadn’t thought my well-mannered follower would actually bring it up and confront me. Still, the natural defensive reflex surged up, and I shrugged my shoulders, unwilling to endure a theistic lecture from one of Mara’s minions.
“Elisif and I were discussing general politics. Nothing more,” I declared in a harsher tone than I’d intended.
His fingers suddenly drifted toward my face, but before I could recoil, they dipped toward my collar to pluck something out. I saw the strand of blonde hair reflect the fading light, and for once I had no reply as he released it into the wind.
“As you say, Kressun. Politics, indeed.”