(A!A here...sorry for the delay...RL broke in and had its wicked way with me. But here's the next installment. :)
Katrin sighed as they broke the kiss, her hands resting on his chest and her eyes still shut as she savored the lingering taste of Brynjolf on her lips. Cracking open one eye, she offered a tiny smile. “For some reason I have a voice sounding very much like my mother telling me to send a thank you note to Ancano for all of this.”
Brynjolf frowned, puzzlement in his expression. “Ancano—wait, the mark from the College?” He shook his head, guiding Katrin backwards until her knees collided with the bed and then lowering her backwards onto the bedspread. Crouching beside her, he surveyed his prize. “Why would you want to thank him?” he asked, dipping down to nuzzle her throat below her ear.
Katrin let out a slow sigh as his mouth played with her throat. “Because, Bryn, if I hadn’t pinched the Thalmor’s cup and gotten his very interesting form of payback, I wouldn’t be here with you,” she explained, pushing him back so that he lay slightly propped up by the pillows at the head of the bed. Slinging her leg over him, she settled astride him, the head of his cock brushing deliciously against her. “Hence, the thank you note,” she explained, leaning down to capture his lips.
Brynjolf shook his head, a grin tugging at his lips. “Lass, sometimes I worry for your sanity,” he admitted. His hands fell to her hips, guiding her onto his cock. “And, to be fair, this,” he motioned between himself and Katrin as he finally was fully sheathed within her, “was going to happen regardless.”
Katrin arched a brow, rolling her hips experimentally, feeling the wonderful fullness of Brynjolf’s thick cock in her channel and the way he rubbed all those wonderful spots inside her with his length. “Really? Regardless?” she breathed, leaning forward and dropping a kiss on his chin.
Brynjolf’s hands cupped her ass, massaging the flesh as he started to guide her atop him in a pleasurable rhythm. “Aye. Ever since you left with Mercer for the Snow Veil Sanctum,” he admitted, leaning up to capture one of her pink-tipped nipples in his lips. “Knew that it was just a matter of time before you were mine.”
Katrin shuddered as Brynjolf sped his thrusts up inside her, letting her head fall back in surrender. “Yours? Tad presumptuous there, aren’t you, Bryn?” she teased. Not that he was wrong—she really hadn’t even noticed any other man since meeting Brynjolf. Damnably inconvenient, if she were going to be honest, since there were no shortage of handsome men in Skyrim. She shifted atop him, pulling him deeper as her inner muscles clenched around him.
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Re: "The Favor" Part 2e F!DB/Brynjolf Re: F!DB needs an embarassing favour from male companion
Date: 2014-02-04 06:29 pm (UTC)Katrin sighed as they broke the kiss, her hands resting on his chest and her eyes still shut as she savored the lingering taste of Brynjolf on her lips. Cracking open one eye, she offered a tiny smile. “For some reason I have a voice sounding very much like my mother telling me to send a thank you note to Ancano for all of this.”
Brynjolf frowned, puzzlement in his expression. “Ancano—wait, the mark from the College?” He shook his head, guiding Katrin backwards until her knees collided with the bed and then lowering her backwards onto the bedspread. Crouching beside her, he surveyed his prize. “Why would you want to thank him?” he asked, dipping down to nuzzle her throat below her ear.
Katrin let out a slow sigh as his mouth played with her throat. “Because, Bryn, if I hadn’t pinched the Thalmor’s cup and gotten his very interesting form of payback, I wouldn’t be here with you,” she explained, pushing him back so that he lay slightly propped up by the pillows at the head of the bed. Slinging her leg over him, she settled astride him, the head of his cock brushing deliciously against her. “Hence, the thank you note,” she explained, leaning down to capture his lips.
Brynjolf shook his head, a grin tugging at his lips. “Lass, sometimes I worry for your sanity,” he admitted. His hands fell to her hips, guiding her onto his cock. “And, to be fair, this,” he motioned between himself and Katrin as he finally was fully sheathed within her, “was going to happen regardless.”
Katrin arched a brow, rolling her hips experimentally, feeling the wonderful fullness of Brynjolf’s thick cock in her channel and the way he rubbed all those wonderful spots inside her with his length. “Really? Regardless?” she breathed, leaning forward and dropping a kiss on his chin.
Brynjolf’s hands cupped her ass, massaging the flesh as he started to guide her atop him in a pleasurable rhythm. “Aye. Ever since you left with Mercer for the Snow Veil Sanctum,” he admitted, leaning up to capture one of her pink-tipped nipples in his lips. “Knew that it was just a matter of time before you were mine.”
Katrin shuddered as Brynjolf sped his thrusts up inside her, letting her head fall back in surrender. “Yours? Tad presumptuous there, aren’t you, Bryn?” she teased. Not that he was wrong—she really hadn’t even noticed any other man since meeting Brynjolf. Damnably inconvenient, if she were going to be honest, since there were no shortage of handsome men in Skyrim. She shifted atop him, pulling him deeper as her inner muscles clenched around him.