I saw this prompt and just HAD to fill it. I just love Sanguine. Hope you like this!
“…But it wasn’t long before I realized you would make a more interesting bearer of my not-quite-holy staff.”
‘I would be happy to bear your staff’ Alteria thought naughtily as she stood in front of the Daedric Prince of debauchery and good-times. Sanguine was sinfully attractive. The man radiated sex and it was all Alteria could do not to swagger up to him and grab hold of the ‘staff’ that she was thinking of. She knew that was not what he was speaking of, but gods how she wished it was.
Sanguine knew that look. He damn near invented it. This mortal, Alteria, was eyeing him intensely. Her heated gaze was nearly enough to make him blush. Him! The almighty Sanguine! Lord of hedonistic revelry and debauchery. Oh this was far too tempting, and he had never been good at warding away temptation. Rarely, if ever, was he tempted by anything. He usually did the tempting. But this mortal, his potential new champion was a tempting little morsel if ever there was one. He had to have her. He would have her. By the end of this night, she would be writhing underneath him and screaming his name until her voice broke and she could not speak. Within a second he was behind her and whispering into her ear.
“Darlin’, you do realize that that lustful look you’re wearin’ is driving me crazy don’t you?”
Alteria couldn’t move. With Sanguine this torturously close to her, she could barely breathe. She closed her eyes as he brushed his fingertips against her cheek, trailing them down her neck and floating down her shoulder and back up again. The feeling made her shiver and she leaned into his caress before turning around and pressing her lips to his with a ferocity that she barely knew she possessed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself as close as was possible to him, still wishing there was a way to get even closer. Sanguine growled in his throat, a deep, rumbling noise that pushed her senses into overdrive. Her thoughts were flooded with pure want. She could think of absolutely nothing but this man and what she would do to him. Sanguine picked her up and teleported them both to his home (which was more like a ginormous castle than anything else!) and into his personal chambers. Once there, he poured her onto his bed and began removing her armor. His movements were deliberate, meticulous, and oh so delicious. With every buckle he undid and every lace he untied, Alteria could feel pure, sweet unholy seduction coarse through her veins. He was a master at enticing a person with nothing more than a heated glance or a turn of his head. To have these powers turned upon her was nothing short of overwhelming. Her body was so incredibly heated that if she had thought about it for one second she would have passed out.
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timeasmymeasure
Sanguine/F!Imperial Dragonborn Part 1/?
Date: 2014-01-07 03:12 am (UTC)“…But it wasn’t long before I realized you would make a more interesting bearer of my not-quite-holy staff.”
‘I would be happy to bear your staff’ Alteria thought naughtily as she stood in front of the Daedric Prince of debauchery and good-times. Sanguine was sinfully attractive. The man radiated sex and it was all Alteria could do not to swagger up to him and grab hold of the ‘staff’ that she was thinking of. She knew that was not what he was speaking of, but gods how she wished it was.
Sanguine knew that look. He damn near invented it. This mortal, Alteria, was eyeing him intensely. Her heated gaze was nearly enough to make him blush. Him! The almighty Sanguine! Lord of hedonistic revelry and debauchery. Oh this was far too tempting, and he had never been good at warding away temptation. Rarely, if ever, was he tempted by anything. He usually did the tempting. But this mortal, his potential new champion was a tempting little morsel if ever there was one. He had to have her. He would have her. By the end of this night, she would be writhing underneath him and screaming his name until her voice broke and she could not speak. Within a second he was behind her and whispering into her ear.
“Darlin’, you do realize that that lustful look you’re wearin’ is driving me crazy don’t you?”
Alteria couldn’t move. With Sanguine this torturously close to her, she could barely breathe. She closed her eyes as he brushed his fingertips against her cheek, trailing them down her neck and floating down her shoulder and back up again. The feeling made her shiver and she leaned into his caress before turning around and pressing her lips to his with a ferocity that she barely knew she possessed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself as close as was possible to him, still wishing there was a way to get even closer. Sanguine growled in his throat, a deep, rumbling noise that pushed her senses into overdrive. Her thoughts were flooded with pure want. She could think of absolutely nothing but this man and what she would do to him. Sanguine picked her up and teleported them both to his home (which was more like a ginormous castle than anything else!) and into his personal chambers. Once there, he poured her onto his bed and began removing her armor. His movements were deliberate, meticulous, and oh so delicious. With every buckle he undid and every lace he untied, Alteria could feel pure, sweet unholy seduction coarse through her veins. He was a master at enticing a person with nothing more than a heated glance or a turn of his head. To have these powers turned upon her was nothing short of overwhelming. Her body was so incredibly heated that if she had thought about it for one second she would have passed out.