“One month and then you’ll pay for anything I need?” she asked in a small voice.
Belethor nodded.
“And I only please you—not anyone else, right?” The last thing she wanted was for Belethor to decide that she should be sleeping with every man in Whiterun.
Belethor nodded again. “Aye, just me. For one month.”
Caer closed her eyes and nodded. “When do we start?”
Belethor chuckled. “We start now, my dear.” He crouched down, catching the hem of her gown and dragging it up and off. Beneath the gown she was bare—her own undergarments had been burned along with her old clothes as a preventive measure to reduce infection. Stepping to her, he cupped her breasts in his hands, the flesh heavy and full and more than a handful. Her nipples were peaked and taut and he brushed them with his thumbs. Glancing down he noted that she was rubbing her thighs together and smirked. “I think you are excited, my dear,” he grinned.
Caer groaned. Sadly he was right. The man had a voice for sin and the depravity of their agreement just increased her excitement.
Belethor slowly guided her back down the steps and behind the counter. “Now, my dear, for the next month I don’t think that dress will be required. It’ll just get in the way.” He stepped to the back door, locking that as well after writing a note for his shop helper. Returning to her, he placed her hands on the countertop and pressed his hand to her back, forcing her to bend forward. He slid in behind her, his hands already falling to his trousers. Soon they gaped open, his thick cock springing forward in anticipation. “Have you had a man before, my dear?
Caer nodded silently, bracing herself for what was to come next.
Belethor smiled. “Good. Then you know what to do,” he advised, his fingers falling to the cleft between her thighs. She was soaked with fluid in preparation. “Excellent, my dear,” he cooed, sliding his cock between her thighs and slowly pushing into her. His cock rooted deeper and deeper within her, his thickness stroking her walls and zinging pleasure to her very core. Caer gasped as he pushed deeper and deeper within her. Never had she felt so full. His cock was by far the thickest she had ever had and she felt stretched to her limit. But the way that his cock rubbed against her insides made her squirm in pleasure. Finally he was all the way in and Caer was leaning draped over the counter, holding on for dear life.
Gripping her hips, he began to piston in and out of her sheath, leaving just the head of his cock inside her on each stroke out before pushing back all the way in on the return. Soon she was shaking uncontrollably with her first orgasm, his hand moving to cover her mouth and prevent her cries of pleasure from being heard outside his shop. On and on it went, his magical cock wringing orgasm after orgasm from her until she was a quaking, weak mess. Finally he hit his own peak, his climax splashing deep inside her and filling her tender womb. Holding on to her, he threw his head back, feeling her answering climax as she found her final completion. He leaned against her, gathering his breath as he slowly pulled out of her.
Reaching down behind the counter, he grabbed a soft cloth and began to clean Caer up. Turning her, he stroked between her thighs with the same cloth, paying special attention to her clitoris. Soon she was gasping again and he sat back on a bench, guiding her down onto his cock, her channel sheathing him as if it had been made especially for him. As she bounced atop his lap, he suckled her breasts, his teeth and tongue worrying the peaks until every touch to her sensitive mounds resonated between her thighs. Slipping his fingers down between their joined bodies, he ground his thumb against her clitoris, dragging her orgasm from her exhausted body.
As he found his own completion, he held the exhausted Dragonborn to him. "Aye, my dear, I think this arrangement will work nicely."
Re: F!DB/M!Shopkeeper Pairing: Belethor/F! DB "Belethor Doens't Do Charity" (Part 2)
Belethor nodded.
“And I only please you—not anyone else, right?” The last thing she wanted was for Belethor to decide that she should be sleeping with every man in Whiterun.
Belethor nodded again. “Aye, just me. For one month.”
Caer closed her eyes and nodded. “When do we start?”
Belethor chuckled. “We start now, my dear.” He crouched down, catching the hem of her gown and dragging it up and off. Beneath the gown she was bare—her own undergarments had been burned along with her old clothes as a preventive measure to reduce infection. Stepping to her, he cupped her breasts in his hands, the flesh heavy and full and more than a handful. Her nipples were peaked and taut and he brushed them with his thumbs. Glancing down he noted that she was rubbing her thighs together and smirked. “I think you are excited, my dear,” he grinned.
Caer groaned. Sadly he was right. The man had a voice for sin and the depravity of their agreement just increased her excitement.
Belethor slowly guided her back down the steps and behind the counter. “Now, my dear, for the next month I don’t think that dress will be required. It’ll just get in the way.” He stepped to the back door, locking that as well after writing a note for his shop helper. Returning to her, he placed her hands on the countertop and pressed his hand to her back, forcing her to bend forward. He slid in behind her, his hands already falling to his trousers. Soon they gaped open, his thick cock springing forward in anticipation. “Have you had a man before, my dear?
Caer nodded silently, bracing herself for what was to come next.
Belethor smiled. “Good. Then you know what to do,” he advised, his fingers falling to the cleft between her thighs. She was soaked with fluid in preparation. “Excellent, my dear,” he cooed, sliding his cock between her thighs and slowly pushing into her. His cock rooted deeper and deeper within her, his thickness stroking her walls and zinging pleasure to her very core. Caer gasped as he pushed deeper and deeper within her. Never had she felt so full. His cock was by far the thickest she had ever had and she felt stretched to her limit. But the way that his cock rubbed against her insides made her squirm in pleasure. Finally he was all the way in and Caer was leaning draped over the counter, holding on for dear life.
Gripping her hips, he began to piston in and out of her sheath, leaving just the head of his cock inside her on each stroke out before pushing back all the way in on the return. Soon she was shaking uncontrollably with her first orgasm, his hand moving to cover her mouth and prevent her cries of pleasure from being heard outside his shop. On and on it went, his magical cock wringing orgasm after orgasm from her until she was a quaking, weak mess. Finally he hit his own peak, his climax splashing deep inside her and filling her tender womb. Holding on to her, he threw his head back, feeling her answering climax as she found her final completion. He leaned against her, gathering his breath as he slowly pulled out of her.
Reaching down behind the counter, he grabbed a soft cloth and began to clean Caer up. Turning her, he stroked between her thighs with the same cloth, paying special attention to her clitoris. Soon she was gasping again and he sat back on a bench, guiding her down onto his cock, her channel sheathing him as if it had been made especially for him. As she bounced atop his lap, he suckled her breasts, his teeth and tongue worrying the peaks until every touch to her sensitive mounds resonated between her thighs. Slipping his fingers down between their joined bodies, he ground his thumb against her clitoris, dragging her orgasm from her exhausted body.
As he found his own completion, he held the exhausted Dragonborn to him. "Aye, my dear, I think this arrangement will work nicely."