Katrin chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his Adam's apple. "Well, you are my rescuer, Bryn," she allowed, sliding her hands up to trace the trail of red hair that dusted his chest and descended down below his beltline. "It seems only fitting that I show you my…appreciation," she cooed, her hands making short work of the closures of his trousers and spreading them wide.
Brynjolf hissed as he was laid bare—he wasn't one for wearing a loincloth beneath his trousers—and his cock sprang free as if powered by some ancient Dwemer mechanism. "Be easy, lass," he whispered, suddenly realizing just how at her mercy he was.
Katrin stared down at his manhood, entranced. "It's so pretty, Bryn," she murmured, tracing the velvety skin of his foreskin with her fingertips before closing her hand around his cock. "And it looks like it tastes so good. May I?" she asked, delight dancing in her blue eyes.
Brynjolf nodded silently, watching as Katrin quickly arranged herself to his side and slowly descended. His eyes rolled back in his head at the first touch of her mouth on his manhood and he let out a shuddering breath. Grabbing a pillow, he shoved it under his head to get a better view—and what a view it was. Between the sight of her suckling him, her eyes closed and her cheeks hollowed out, and the sight of her unclad privates within easy reach, he was hard-pressed to think of a more delectable sight. The sight of her wriggling hips as she suckled him gave him an idea and he quickly put his plan into motion. Grasping her hips, he lifted her so that she sat astride his face, her beautiful pink, perfect nethers now directly over his mouth.
"Bryn?" squeaked Katrin, startled enough to stop her suckling of his cock.
Bryn chuckled. "Don't worry, lass. Just want to make sure that you don't feel ignored. Keep going. You'll enjoy this," he promised, turning his attention to the beautiful folds before him. As he felt her lips close over him again, he pulled her down, his tongue tracing her folds with exquisite care and thoroughness. Soon he had found her tender little clitoris, his tongue curling around the delicate bud and earning him a muffled shriek. While his tongue massaged the pearl of flesh, his fingers returned to her clenching passage, curling just so. Stroking the spongy flesh inside her that would make her scream, he began his onslaught in earnest.
Katrin gave as good as she got—or tried to. But three days of being on the verge of orgasm and Brynjolf's determined efforts between her thighs soon had her caterwauling with pleasure. Gasping, shaking, she barely noticed as Brynjolf once again maneuvered her body, this time pulling her up to sprawl atop him with her head resting on his chest. "That was…"she trailed off.
Bryn smiled. "Feel better, lass?" He stroked his hand down her back, her negligee rucked up around her waist and giving him lovely access to all of her curves.
Katrin nodded slowly, blinking sleepily. For the first time in three days the maddening sexual tension was gone. She felt blissfully relaxed and safe. "You are amazing," she whispered around a yawn.
Brynjolf chuckled. "I know, lass. I think you need a wee rest, though.” He smoothed his hands down over the curve of her ass, filling his palms with her luscious curves. "Before we do any more playing."
Katrin nodded slowly, suddenly feeling the effects of the past three days seeping through her body as a wave of exhaustion. “Will you be here when I wake, Bryn?” she asked, lifting her head from Brynjolf’s chest to meet his gaze.
His rumbling chuckle shook his chest, vibrating through her body as she lay sprawled atop him. “Aye, lass. I’ll be here as long as you want me,” he promised.
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Re: "The Favor" Part 1e F!DB/Brynjolf Re: F!DB needs an embarassing favour from male companion
Date: 2014-01-25 12:33 am (UTC)Brynjolf hissed as he was laid bare—he wasn't one for wearing a loincloth beneath his trousers—and his cock sprang free as if powered by some ancient Dwemer mechanism. "Be easy, lass," he whispered, suddenly realizing just how at her mercy he was.
Katrin stared down at his manhood, entranced. "It's so pretty, Bryn," she murmured, tracing the velvety skin of his foreskin with her fingertips before closing her hand around his cock. "And it looks like it tastes so good. May I?" she asked, delight dancing in her blue eyes.
Brynjolf nodded silently, watching as Katrin quickly arranged herself to his side and slowly descended. His eyes rolled back in his head at the first touch of her mouth on his manhood and he let out a shuddering breath. Grabbing a pillow, he shoved it under his head to get a better view—and what a view it was. Between the sight of her suckling him, her eyes closed and her cheeks hollowed out, and the sight of her unclad privates within easy reach, he was hard-pressed to think of a more delectable sight. The sight of her wriggling hips as she suckled him gave him an idea and he quickly put his plan into motion. Grasping her hips, he lifted her so that she sat astride his face, her beautiful pink, perfect nethers now directly over his mouth.
"Bryn?" squeaked Katrin, startled enough to stop her suckling of his cock.
Bryn chuckled. "Don't worry, lass. Just want to make sure that you don't feel ignored. Keep going. You'll enjoy this," he promised, turning his attention to the beautiful folds before him. As he felt her lips close over him again, he pulled her down, his tongue tracing her folds with exquisite care and thoroughness. Soon he had found her tender little clitoris, his tongue curling around the delicate bud and earning him a muffled shriek. While his tongue massaged the pearl of flesh, his fingers returned to her clenching passage, curling just so. Stroking the spongy flesh inside her that would make her scream, he began his onslaught in earnest.
Katrin gave as good as she got—or tried to. But three days of being on the verge of orgasm and Brynjolf's determined efforts between her thighs soon had her caterwauling with pleasure. Gasping, shaking, she barely noticed as Brynjolf once again maneuvered her body, this time pulling her up to sprawl atop him with her head resting on his chest. "That was…"she trailed off.
Bryn smiled. "Feel better, lass?" He stroked his hand down her back, her negligee rucked up around her waist and giving him lovely access to all of her curves.
Katrin nodded slowly, blinking sleepily. For the first time in three days the maddening sexual tension was gone. She felt blissfully relaxed and safe. "You are amazing," she whispered around a yawn.
Brynjolf chuckled. "I know, lass. I think you need a wee rest, though.” He smoothed his hands down over the curve of her ass, filling his palms with her luscious curves. "Before we do any more playing."
Katrin nodded slowly, suddenly feeling the effects of the past three days seeping through her body as a wave of exhaustion. “Will you be here when I wake, Bryn?” she asked, lifting her head from Brynjolf’s chest to meet his gaze.
His rumbling chuckle shook his chest, vibrating through her body as she lay sprawled atop him. “Aye, lass. I’ll be here as long as you want me,” he promised.