Brynjolf took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Just another job, he reminded himself, before he pushed his fingers inside her passage. The heat and damp and pressure were amazing and Brynjolf felt himself get harder than he already was. It didn’t help that the woman he was currently plundering was cooing and moaning above him. “Don’t feel anything yet, lass. Going just a wee bit further.”
Katrin nodded, eyes closed as she felt the sensations washing over her. She didn’t think she was capable of speech at just this moment and found herself pressing against his questing fingers, chasing his touch.
Brynjolf frowned as he slid deeper inside her clenching channel. He could sense it—whatever it was—just beyond his reach. “Just a little deeper, love,” he murmured, sliding his fingers as deep as they could reach. Finally, he brushed metal. His fingertips ran over the markings on the object and he finally found what he was looking for. Even though the object was deep inside her, whomever placed it within her would have had to have used some sort of handle. And he had found it. Fingertips grasping, he began to slowly pull it out. “Got it,” he grinned as he slowly pulled it from her channel and into the light of her bedroom for his first look at it. Dwemer. That much was certain. Standing, he put the device on the floor and slammed his boot heel down on it, his smile grim as he watched it shatter into dozens of pieces. “Alright, lass.”
Katrin slowly opened her eyes, meeting the grinning face of Brynjolf. “Thank you, Bryn.”
Brynjolf chuckled, shaking his head. “I would say my pleasure,” he began, already reaching for the ropes that bound her. This time his knife sliced through the ropes with a satisfying ferocity and he tucked his blades back into their sheaths.
The flying tackle that sent him sprawling onto the mattress came as something of a surprise. Blinking owlishly, he found himself staring up into the flushed face of his Guild leader. “Oh, but it can be, Bryn,” cooed Katrin, her lips grazing his ear before her fingers dragged his tunic up and over his head. Her hands moved over his pectoral and abdominal muscles before descending to the waistband of his trousers. “Can I go just a wee bit further?” she whispered, her fingers sliding teasingly down to cup him through his leathers.
Brynjolf swallowed, feeling her settling her weight on his thighs as she straddled him. “Who am I to resist a beautiful woman,” he replied with a grin.
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Re: "The Favor" Part 1d F!DB/Brynjolf Re: F!DB needs an embarassing favour from male companion
Date: 2014-01-23 04:23 pm (UTC)Katrin nodded, eyes closed as she felt the sensations washing over her. She didn’t think she was capable of speech at just this moment and found herself pressing against his questing fingers, chasing his touch.
Brynjolf frowned as he slid deeper inside her clenching channel. He could sense it—whatever it was—just beyond his reach. “Just a little deeper, love,” he murmured, sliding his fingers as deep as they could reach. Finally, he brushed metal. His fingertips ran over the markings on the object and he finally found what he was looking for. Even though the object was deep inside her, whomever placed it within her would have had to have used some sort of handle. And he had found it. Fingertips grasping, he began to slowly pull it out. “Got it,” he grinned as he slowly pulled it from her channel and into the light of her bedroom for his first look at it. Dwemer. That much was certain. Standing, he put the device on the floor and slammed his boot heel down on it, his smile grim as he watched it shatter into dozens of pieces. “Alright, lass.”
Katrin slowly opened her eyes, meeting the grinning face of Brynjolf. “Thank you, Bryn.”
Brynjolf chuckled, shaking his head. “I would say my pleasure,” he began, already reaching for the ropes that bound her. This time his knife sliced through the ropes with a satisfying ferocity and he tucked his blades back into their sheaths.
The flying tackle that sent him sprawling onto the mattress came as something of a surprise. Blinking owlishly, he found himself staring up into the flushed face of his Guild leader. “Oh, but it can be, Bryn,” cooed Katrin, her lips grazing his ear before her fingers dragged his tunic up and over his head. Her hands moved over his pectoral and abdominal muscles before descending to the waistband of his trousers. “Can I go just a wee bit further?” she whispered, her fingers sliding teasingly down to cup him through his leathers.
Brynjolf swallowed, feeling her settling her weight on his thighs as she straddled him. “Who am I to resist a beautiful woman,” he replied with a grin.