“Good girl,” he groaned, driving into her. She wasn’t as tight as before since he found himself regularly having to use her but how she seemed to conform to him now actually felt better. He angled his hips, his thrusts hard and she took it with a cry, arching her back to him. It helped that she seemed completely desperate for his dick, something he never got from the girls back in the Isles.
“Lorcalin! Lorcalin, a-ah!” her voice broke out in a cry. “S-So big! You’re so big!”
“That… I am… darling,” he purred, gripping her hair as he tried to control her damned thrashing. She was starting to clench around him, her arching and tugging on the sheets below an indicator she was getting close and he pulled her back against him, the new position breaking her concentration. She moaned out and he grabbed her breasts squeezing them. “Keep saying my name, my little bird.”
“Locralin!” she said automatically, her body quickly getting used to the new position. “Lorcalin!”
“Louder!”
“Lorcalin!” she shouted, riding him hard. He chuckled, thrusting into her, his stomach starting to knot as he finally felt the pullings of an orgasm in his gut and he had to test her again, his one hand gripping her throat as he forced her against him.
“Beg for me, Eloine,” he growled, roughly pulling her right nipple making her cry out in pain. “Beg for me, my little bird, for me to let you come!”
“M-Master!” she cried out, her small nails reaching behind her to try and grab any part of him, having to settle on his forearms after wielding no results. “Master, please! Please let me come! I’ve been a good girl!”
“Have you?” he hissed against her ear sending a shiver down her spine. “Have you been good for the Thalmor!?”
“Yes!” she pleaded.
“Will you always obey us!?” he growled, squeezing her throat a bit.
“Yes!”
“Tell me, Eloine! Tell me who you obey!”
“T-The Thalmor!” she begged, her throat rumbling against his hand. “I obey the Thalmor!”
“Louder!”
“I obey the Thalmor!” she shouted making him smile. “Master! Master, please!”
“Again!” he groaned.
“M-Master!”
He let go of her throat, grabbing her wrists and he forced her against the bed, fucking into her damned squirming body, her cries fueling him further. Gods above, she felt good. His dick was becoming soaked by her damned wet pussy, her clenching making him hiss and her sporadic thrusting back welcome. She still couldn’t take all of him in but what she could felt fantastic and he dragged his nails down her back as he rode her, no longer paying attention to sounds of the bed hitting the walls.
Professional Griefers [6/?]
“Lorcalin! Lorcalin, a-ah!” her voice broke out in a cry. “S-So big! You’re so big!”
“That… I am… darling,” he purred, gripping her hair as he tried to control her damned thrashing. She was starting to clench around him, her arching and tugging on the sheets below an indicator she was getting close and he pulled her back against him, the new position breaking her concentration. She moaned out and he grabbed her breasts squeezing them. “Keep saying my name, my little bird.”
“Locralin!” she said automatically, her body quickly getting used to the new position. “Lorcalin!”
“Louder!”
“Lorcalin!” she shouted, riding him hard. He chuckled, thrusting into her, his stomach starting to knot as he finally felt the pullings of an orgasm in his gut and he had to test her again, his one hand gripping her throat as he forced her against him.
“Beg for me, Eloine,” he growled, roughly pulling her right nipple making her cry out in pain. “Beg for me, my little bird, for me to let you come!”
“M-Master!” she cried out, her small nails reaching behind her to try and grab any part of him, having to settle on his forearms after wielding no results. “Master, please! Please let me come! I’ve been a good girl!”
“Have you?” he hissed against her ear sending a shiver down her spine. “Have you been good for the Thalmor!?”
“Yes!” she pleaded.
“Will you always obey us!?” he growled, squeezing her throat a bit.
“Yes!”
“Tell me, Eloine! Tell me who you obey!”
“T-The Thalmor!” she begged, her throat rumbling against his hand. “I obey the Thalmor!”
“Louder!”
“I obey the Thalmor!” she shouted making him smile. “Master! Master, please!”
“Again!” he groaned.
“M-Master!”
He let go of her throat, grabbing her wrists and he forced her against the bed, fucking into her damned squirming body, her cries fueling him further. Gods above, she felt good. His dick was becoming soaked by her damned wet pussy, her clenching making him hiss and her sporadic thrusting back welcome. She still couldn’t take all of him in but what she could felt fantastic and he dragged his nails down her back as he rode her, no longer paying attention to sounds of the bed hitting the walls.