Delvin soon returned, a tray laden with food and a carafe of something balanced on one arm and a basket in the other. Setting the tray on the bedside table, he turned his attention to Vex. “Now, my beautiful Nord beauty,” he began, only to be halted by Vex’s chuckle and soft shake of her blonde head.
“Delvin, I’m from Cyrodiil, not Skyrim. I’m an Imperial, not a Nord,” she corrected, sitting up in the bed, careful to keep the blankets tucked over her breasts. Not that he hadn’t seen them or explored them…very thoroughly, at that…but Vex was more comfortable with walls put up. Even if they were imaginary.
Delvin scratched at his chin as he contemplated her statement. “Imperial, huh?” At Vex’s nod, he shrugged. “I can work with that,” he grinned wryly, turning his attention back to the goodies he’d brought with him. “So, my beautiful Imperial flower,” he crooned, pouring a cup of Black-Briar mead into a goblet and handing it to the blonde woman. “Have a taste.”
Vex rolled her eyes but took a sip of the mead. It was a good vintage—Delvin must have paid Maven a fair bit of gold for it. And getting the Breton to part from his coin was nigh on impossible. “This is nice,” she admitted. “So, you feed me. You pleasure me. What do you get out of this, Del?” She set the cup on the bedside table and leaned back against the pillows stacked behind her, her pale gaze focused solely on the Breton thief. “Cause there’s no way you go to all this trouble without an end game.”
Delvin chuckled, taking a moment to sip from his own cup of mead. Vex was right, it was a damned fine vintage. Then again, if it had been shite, Maven would have been paying for it in ways the lady could never imagine. There were advantages to having as many contacts as Delvin did. “You always were smart,” he smiled. “End game is that for twenty-four hours, I get to lavish you with the attention and pampering you deserve. And at the end of twenty-four hours, you’re free to go.”
Vex frowned. “Really?” she asked incredulously. “Your plan is to spend the next twenty-four…”
Delvin shook his head. “Twenty-one hours now, love. But who’s counting.”
Vex sighed. “Twenty-one hours making me feel good and that’s it?”
Delvin took another sip of his mead and put his cup beside Vex’s. “Oh, Vex, I’m going to make you feel so good that you’ll never think to ask that question again.” He lifted the basket that had been on the floor to the bed and opened it. The scent of sweet rolls wafted out and Delvin watched Vex’s expression go to one of pure desire. The woman did love her sweet rolls. “Now, I have a treat for you. And since they’re still warm, I don’t want to wait too long for you to have them.”
Vex nodded, reaching for the basket only to have Delvin swat her hand away. “Del, give me a sweet roll,” she growled.
Delvin chuckled. “Lay back, Vex.”
Grumbling, Vex did as she was told, pale eyes watching the sweet roll. “Del,” she warned impatiently.
Delvin shook his head. “Patience,” he ordered, dipping his finger into the icing on the sweet roll. He tugged the blanket down, baring Vex to the waist. “I have some icing of my own to do,” he crooned, running his icing-coated finger over her pink nipples, the peaks tightening as Vex gasped. Swirling around and around, stroking the areole with the pads of his fingers, he watched Vex, her eyes dilating as he continued to ice her nipples. Finally, he had them just the way he wanted them. Leaning over, he blew on first one then the other. “Now, to make sure that the flavor is correct,” he murmured.
Vex arched underneath him as he took her nipple between his lips, his tongue stroking the icing-covered bud with long, through strokes. Periodically his teeth would gently tug on the nipple, earning a throaty moan from the Imperial and sending a shot of pure pleasure straight to Vex’s clit. Then that damnably dexterous tongue would suckle and soothe her flesh, all while increasing the pleasure. “Del,” she moaned.
Re: M/F vaginal orgasm "The Bet" Delvin/Vex (Part 4)
“Delvin, I’m from Cyrodiil, not Skyrim. I’m an Imperial, not a Nord,” she corrected, sitting up in the bed, careful to keep the blankets tucked over her breasts. Not that he hadn’t seen them or explored them…very thoroughly, at that…but Vex was more comfortable with walls put up. Even if they were imaginary.
Delvin scratched at his chin as he contemplated her statement. “Imperial, huh?” At Vex’s nod, he shrugged. “I can work with that,” he grinned wryly, turning his attention back to the goodies he’d brought with him. “So, my beautiful Imperial flower,” he crooned, pouring a cup of Black-Briar mead into a goblet and handing it to the blonde woman. “Have a taste.”
Vex rolled her eyes but took a sip of the mead. It was a good vintage—Delvin must have paid Maven a fair bit of gold for it. And getting the Breton to part from his coin was nigh on impossible. “This is nice,” she admitted. “So, you feed me. You pleasure me. What do you get out of this, Del?” She set the cup on the bedside table and leaned back against the pillows stacked behind her, her pale gaze focused solely on the Breton thief. “Cause there’s no way you go to all this trouble without an end game.”
Delvin chuckled, taking a moment to sip from his own cup of mead. Vex was right, it was a damned fine vintage. Then again, if it had been shite, Maven would have been paying for it in ways the lady could never imagine. There were advantages to having as many contacts as Delvin did. “You always were smart,” he smiled. “End game is that for twenty-four hours, I get to lavish you with the attention and pampering you deserve. And at the end of twenty-four hours, you’re free to go.”
Vex frowned. “Really?” she asked incredulously. “Your plan is to spend the next twenty-four…”
Delvin shook his head. “Twenty-one hours now, love. But who’s counting.”
Vex sighed. “Twenty-one hours making me feel good and that’s it?”
Delvin took another sip of his mead and put his cup beside Vex’s. “Oh, Vex, I’m going to make you feel so good that you’ll never think to ask that question again.” He lifted the basket that had been on the floor to the bed and opened it. The scent of sweet rolls wafted out and Delvin watched Vex’s expression go to one of pure desire. The woman did love her sweet rolls. “Now, I have a treat for you. And since they’re still warm, I don’t want to wait too long for you to have them.”
Vex nodded, reaching for the basket only to have Delvin swat her hand away. “Del, give me a sweet roll,” she growled.
Delvin chuckled. “Lay back, Vex.”
Grumbling, Vex did as she was told, pale eyes watching the sweet roll. “Del,” she warned impatiently.
Delvin shook his head. “Patience,” he ordered, dipping his finger into the icing on the sweet roll. He tugged the blanket down, baring Vex to the waist. “I have some icing of my own to do,” he crooned, running his icing-coated finger over her pink nipples, the peaks tightening as Vex gasped. Swirling around and around, stroking the areole with the pads of his fingers, he watched Vex, her eyes dilating as he continued to ice her nipples. Finally, he had them just the way he wanted them. Leaning over, he blew on first one then the other. “Now, to make sure that the flavor is correct,” he murmured.
Vex arched underneath him as he took her nipple between his lips, his tongue stroking the icing-covered bud with long, through strokes. Periodically his teeth would gently tug on the nipple, earning a throaty moan from the Imperial and sending a shot of pure pleasure straight to Vex’s clit. Then that damnably dexterous tongue would suckle and soothe her flesh, all while increasing the pleasure. “Del,” she moaned.