She lay back against the sand, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she rubbed herself more, her eyes on the stars before she closed them and bit down on the collar of her robes. She tried hard to focus on something to excite her, a threesome between herself, the Legate of Riften and one of the Altmer soldiers she had seen. Her best friend, maybe, between her legs helping her or even a stranger at a one of the taverns taking her against the wall. The more she tried the harder it became and she let out a noise of frustration, stopping to kick as the sand.
She needed to get laid. She cursed Nelacar to the planes of oblivion, his damned holier than thou attitude as of late the reason for her sexual frustration and she turned onto her stomach, digging her fingers into the sand. She tried again, rubbing, her legs spreading and her collar being bit but it did nothing to help her, her desire eating away at her, hungry and dissatisfied. She hit her head against the sand.
“Fucking Nelacar!” she shouted, punching the ground before she dug into her bag, pulling out a bottle of lubricant. It was nearly empty and she bit her lip but her need was too great and she emptied the rest on her hand. With her fingers slick she tried again, the wetness helping in making her twitch and quiver but her body was not satisfied with her own workings.
She grabbed the empty bottle, hoping it would help but its cold texture only discouraged her and she dropped it, whimpering as she did. She was tired of forcing it, of being alone and she looked to the trees and snow behind her, quiet as the sea lapped the sand. She hit her head against it again, sighing. “Fucking Nelacar… You couldn’t just listen to reason… Now I’m out here alone.”
A twig snapped as if it was waiting for her to say it and she got to her knees, her hands itching as she watched the forest. Either the weight of snow on a branch had made it collapse or something was watching her. She prayed it wasn’t one of those dirty men who turned into a monstrous bear form; she hated them and their looks at her from a distant as if she was a venison cut waiting for them to dig in.
There was another crack, signs of movement and she readied herself, staring. “Come out!” she shouted, her hands wishing to shoot fireballs at the trees but she restrained herself. “Come out or I’ll hunt you down!”
A large figure emerged from the trees, their robes black and their arms crossed, still keeping a distance. She stared, knowing she had seen them before when they slowly came forward making her flush.
“What… What are you doing?” she asked, trying to calm herself down but she throbbed from below, her legs pressing together tight. Ancarion sighed, rubbing his temple before crossing his arms again.
“I should say the same for you, dragonborn,” he remarked and she flushed.
“I asked first, Thalmor,” she said, crossing her arms and he sighed, coming closer to her until she could see his golden eyes perfectly, his frame still slim underneath his robes. “Ancarion.”
He said nothing for a moment, his golden eyes sweeping up her and she felt herself become a little more self-aware, smoothing her hair back. “We’re out of supplies. I was going to go see if those idiot Nords up in their pathetic village had anything but I damned well lost the path,” he shrugged. “Now what are you doing?”
She flushed, her ears burning as she shifted in her spot. He stared at her. “Really, Alla, speak up. What are you doing here in the middle of nowhere?” She drummed her fingers against her leg, pondering it when he came to stand over her. She flushed even more looking up at him and he stared her down.
So There I Was [1/?]
She needed to get laid. She cursed Nelacar to the planes of oblivion, his damned holier than thou attitude as of late the reason for her sexual frustration and she turned onto her stomach, digging her fingers into the sand. She tried again, rubbing, her legs spreading and her collar being bit but it did nothing to help her, her desire eating away at her, hungry and dissatisfied. She hit her head against the sand.
“Fucking Nelacar!” she shouted, punching the ground before she dug into her bag, pulling out a bottle of lubricant. It was nearly empty and she bit her lip but her need was too great and she emptied the rest on her hand. With her fingers slick she tried again, the wetness helping in making her twitch and quiver but her body was not satisfied with her own workings.
She grabbed the empty bottle, hoping it would help but its cold texture only discouraged her and she dropped it, whimpering as she did. She was tired of forcing it, of being alone and she looked to the trees and snow behind her, quiet as the sea lapped the sand. She hit her head against it again, sighing. “Fucking Nelacar… You couldn’t just listen to reason… Now I’m out here alone.”
A twig snapped as if it was waiting for her to say it and she got to her knees, her hands itching as she watched the forest. Either the weight of snow on a branch had made it collapse or something was watching her. She prayed it wasn’t one of those dirty men who turned into a monstrous bear form; she hated them and their looks at her from a distant as if she was a venison cut waiting for them to dig in.
There was another crack, signs of movement and she readied herself, staring. “Come out!” she shouted, her hands wishing to shoot fireballs at the trees but she restrained herself. “Come out or I’ll hunt you down!”
A large figure emerged from the trees, their robes black and their arms crossed, still keeping a distance. She stared, knowing she had seen them before when they slowly came forward making her flush.
“What… What are you doing?” she asked, trying to calm herself down but she throbbed from below, her legs pressing together tight. Ancarion sighed, rubbing his temple before crossing his arms again.
“I should say the same for you, dragonborn,” he remarked and she flushed.
“I asked first, Thalmor,” she said, crossing her arms and he sighed, coming closer to her until she could see his golden eyes perfectly, his frame still slim underneath his robes. “Ancarion.”
He said nothing for a moment, his golden eyes sweeping up her and she felt herself become a little more self-aware, smoothing her hair back. “We’re out of supplies. I was going to go see if those idiot Nords up in their pathetic village had anything but I damned well lost the path,” he shrugged. “Now what are you doing?”
She flushed, her ears burning as she shifted in her spot. He stared at her. “Really, Alla, speak up. What are you doing here in the middle of nowhere?” She drummed her fingers against her leg, pondering it when he came to stand over her. She flushed even more looking up at him and he stared her down.