The elf tugged at her earth-brown mane, pulling her away from his soaked neck. Navy-blue love bites were blossoming across his throat and collarbone, the Breton was awed by her proud work. The Dunmer, however, was clearly not thrilled about the bare evidence of love play.
Oh to Oblivion with the predictable teasing and prying. He had a sexy female who is interested in him. By Dibella, she is the FIRST woman to show interest in the lonely Dunmer since his temporary stay in that bitter, prejudiced, frozen hell of Windhelm. There are two other Dunmers who happen to be both female. Alas one was obsessed with shielding the Jarl whilst the other was a morbid mercenary lurking in the Drunken Huntsman owned by the Bosmer brothers (one who is regularly bedded by the very woman thrusting against his leg).
Athis slid down to the wooden plank floor with Joselin following after, who brazenly straddles his pelvis. The seductive vixen rolled her hips into him, stroking the growing bulge beneath his hide armour. He moaned into the junction of neck and shoulder, causing her to shiver and press her bountiful chest into his. The elf grabbed her two glorious mounds, testing the weight and form by kneading and squeezing her sweet-cakes. Oh they were so spongy and so soft; he licked his lips in anticipation of icing them with his eager tongue. She mewled in delight, clutching and pulling at his ponytail with vigour. He hissed at the combination of the itching pain of his pulled-taut scalp and the sensual pleasure of the Breton's pelvis grinding against his erecting rod.
At last she decides to rid the leather thong, releasing the cascades of the Dunmer's carnelian streams of hair. She buries her nose and entangles her fist in the velvety strands, thus causing the man to be smothered by her lovely tits. He groans into the bountiful flesh, taking matters into his hands (quite literally) by removing the blasted barrier of the cotton tunic. A breast manages to pop out the sloped neck-line to greet the aroused Dunmer, admiring the pale globe and the rosy bud tempting him to taste it. The fearless Companion does not disappoint.
His mouth takes in as much of the spongy flesh as possible, his member throbbing against its hide prison. The serpent-like muscle strikes at the tasty nibble, flickers the pebble of flesh until it moves on to sampling the rest of the divine treat.
Joselin crooned at Athis' devious and clever mouth, that heavenly wet and tight mouth suckling at her exposed breast. Her watering mouth latched into the sharp tip of the man's pointed ears, bitten between lustful teeth then soothed by her sleek tongue. A muffled cry boomed into her pampered tit, she murmured something lewd to her Dunmeri lover but he cannot hear it by the blood pounding in his ears and the beating of her heart.
Athis thrusts his slim hips upwards, colliding into the damped cloth clinging to her wet sex. The Breton shrieks in delight, working with him to find a tantalising rhythm of dry humping each other.
He continues to suckle her heaving breast. She continues her licks and rough petting to stimulate his ears. They work together in a frenzy. Athis directed the rutting of her hips. Joselin planting shearing hot kisses to his prominent brow, forehead, ears and anywhere else she could reach.
"ARGH, YOU FUCKIN' BAS'ERD! C'MON AN' FIGH' LIKE A FUCKIN' REAL NORD!"
The two engrossed lovers were interrupted by the furious shouting. They abruptly paused in their activity, listening to the shrill insults and the crunch of knuckles smashing bone and flesh. It is just nearing the closed door of the pantry, occupied with the two hot and bothered warriors in an indecent position. Athis' heart halted. Their breathing held in suspense. The fear of discovery is pungent in the storage room.
The violent commotion, just outside that oak door, began to faint away. The ensuring fight moved towards the left of the chambers then silence closes in, smothering the rest of the bloody fist match. Ah, the bawling between Njada and Vilkas has moved on upstairs.
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It's the First Time... (2c/?)
Date: 2014-01-19 12:01 am (UTC)Oh to Oblivion with the predictable teasing and prying. He had a sexy female who is interested in him. By Dibella, she is the FIRST woman to show interest in the lonely Dunmer since his temporary stay in that bitter, prejudiced, frozen hell of Windhelm. There are two other Dunmers who happen to be both female. Alas one was obsessed with shielding the Jarl whilst the other was a morbid mercenary lurking in the Drunken Huntsman owned by the Bosmer brothers (one who is regularly bedded by the very woman thrusting against his leg).
Athis slid down to the wooden plank floor with Joselin following after, who brazenly straddles his pelvis. The seductive vixen rolled her hips into him, stroking the growing bulge beneath his hide armour. He moaned into the junction of neck and shoulder, causing her to shiver and press her bountiful chest into his. The elf grabbed her two glorious mounds, testing the weight and form by kneading and squeezing her sweet-cakes. Oh they were so spongy and so soft; he licked his lips in anticipation of icing them with his eager tongue. She mewled in delight, clutching and pulling at his ponytail with vigour. He hissed at the combination of the itching pain of his pulled-taut scalp and the sensual pleasure of the Breton's pelvis grinding against his erecting rod.
At last she decides to rid the leather thong, releasing the cascades of the Dunmer's carnelian streams of hair. She buries her nose and entangles her fist in the velvety strands, thus causing the man to be smothered by her lovely tits. He groans into the bountiful flesh, taking matters into his hands (quite literally) by removing the blasted barrier of the cotton tunic. A breast manages to pop out the sloped neck-line to greet the aroused Dunmer, admiring the pale globe and the rosy bud tempting him to taste it. The fearless Companion does not disappoint.
His mouth takes in as much of the spongy flesh as possible, his member throbbing against its hide prison. The serpent-like muscle strikes at the tasty nibble, flickers the pebble of flesh until it moves on to sampling the rest of the divine treat.
Joselin crooned at Athis' devious and clever mouth, that heavenly wet and tight mouth suckling at her exposed breast. Her watering mouth latched into the sharp tip of the man's pointed ears, bitten between lustful teeth then soothed by her sleek tongue. A muffled cry boomed into her pampered tit, she murmured something lewd to her Dunmeri lover but he cannot hear it by the blood pounding in his ears and the beating of her heart.
Athis thrusts his slim hips upwards, colliding into the damped cloth clinging to her wet sex. The Breton shrieks in delight, working with him to find a tantalising rhythm of dry humping each other.
He continues to suckle her heaving breast. She continues her licks and rough petting to stimulate his ears. They work together in a frenzy. Athis directed the rutting of her hips. Joselin planting shearing hot kisses to his prominent brow, forehead, ears and anywhere else she could reach.
"ARGH, YOU FUCKIN' BAS'ERD! C'MON AN' FIGH' LIKE A FUCKIN' REAL NORD!"
The two engrossed lovers were interrupted by the furious shouting. They abruptly paused in their activity, listening to the shrill insults and the crunch of knuckles smashing bone and flesh. It is just nearing the closed door of the pantry, occupied with the two hot and bothered warriors in an indecent position. Athis' heart halted. Their breathing held in suspense. The fear of discovery is pungent in the storage room.
The violent commotion, just outside that oak door, began to faint away. The ensuring fight moved towards the left of the chambers then silence closes in, smothering the rest of the bloody fist match. Ah, the bawling between Njada and Vilkas has moved on upstairs.
Good.