“Thank the gods,” she cried, falling onto the sand and she pulled her robes up, exposing herself. He said nothing but a shade of red seemed to highlight his cheeks. “Just… rub. Or something. Do anything, Ancarion, gods, before I die!”
“I doubt you’ll die,” he scoffed as he knelt before her, slowly pulling off his glove before his fingertips lightly caressed her. She jerked, crying out. “By the divines, you’re wet… You honestly couldn’t do this yourself?!”
“No!” she nearly sobbed as her hips twitched. “Ancarion! Just do it or forget our deal!”
“Alright! Calm yourself you… you improper girl!” he chastised. “Stop moving so much!”
She tried but her body was aching badly, her mind becoming scrambled. His fingers touched her again, their smoothness making her breath catch and he slowly rubbed, sloppy and inexperienced. She twisted below, not believing her bad luck and she grabbed his wrist, leaning up as she did. He waited, glaring at her.
“Put your fingers... like this,” she ordered, forcing his index and middle finger together. “Rub up and down, to start, l-like this.” She reached down, showing him with her own fingers, her hips moving a bit as she did. “Just… do that. For a bit.”
“F-Fine.”
She fell back against the sand as he imitated her, her breath catching in her throat as he brushed over her clit. He rubbed in a steady motion, his concentration purely on what he was doing and she closed her eyes, distracting herself. She focused on the steady rhythm, convincing herself in her mind that it could be enough and her thoughts drifted away from her, her hips bucking to the inexperienced Thalmor’s fingers.
“H-Harder,” she whispered to him, her own hand going down to join, just to rub her clit a bit as he obviously didn’t know about it. He pulled back making her kick his body and he slapped her leg but continued, hissing as he did. He got back into a rhythm, working with her own and she rode his fingers, hers moving in incomplete circles making her start to arch. “A-Ancarion! More!”
He hesitated but did as she asked. “More!” she begged, her thighs beginning to shake. “A-Ancarion! Ancarion, gods, more!”
“I am! I-I… I don’t know what you want!” he spat, continuing his rubbing but she barely paid attention to his words. His fingers on her were all that mattered and she bit the collar of her robes again, whimpering endlessly as she finally started to creep up to the release she needed. It was like she was running up a staircase, the steady rhythm of his fingers pushing her on and she began breathing harder, focusing on the ‘top’; reaching that goal that she needed to hit and she began to thrash, the sand being kicked under her feet.
“Gods!” she begged. “Don’t stop!” She began crying out bucking violently and her fingers stroked her clit, putting just enough pressure to make herself arch even more. He maintained his movements, shifting in the sand as she tried to get away, to get more, get whatever and she finally – finally – came against his rhythm, his fingers the ones sending her over the edge.
She let out a high cry, her hands moving to grab at her clothing, pulling as her body took over and she heard him let out a strained breath, his fingers still milking her. She grabbed his wrist, pushing his hand against her until it became painful and she knocked him away.
Her body slumped on the sand, her breathing ragged and laboured but it subsided as did the pain morphing into that familiar aftermath she loved. She moaned, inhaling the scent of the wet sand, the air that was filled with distant smoke and pine trees and she felt the Thalmor’s smooth fingers on her, spreading her legs making her look down. His brows were fixed, looking at her and she sighed.
“Enjoying the view?” He flushed at her words, scowling at her for a second. She merely raised herself up on her forearms, exhausted, warm, and watched him as his eyes flicked back down studying her again. He was looking at her as if he had never seen a woman’s well-spent sex and she cocked her head. “Ancarion, have you ever fucked someone?”
So There I Was [3/?]
“I doubt you’ll die,” he scoffed as he knelt before her, slowly pulling off his glove before his fingertips lightly caressed her. She jerked, crying out. “By the divines, you’re wet… You honestly couldn’t do this yourself?!”
“No!” she nearly sobbed as her hips twitched. “Ancarion! Just do it or forget our deal!”
“Alright! Calm yourself you… you improper girl!” he chastised. “Stop moving so much!”
She tried but her body was aching badly, her mind becoming scrambled. His fingers touched her again, their smoothness making her breath catch and he slowly rubbed, sloppy and inexperienced. She twisted below, not believing her bad luck and she grabbed his wrist, leaning up as she did. He waited, glaring at her.
“Put your fingers... like this,” she ordered, forcing his index and middle finger together. “Rub up and down, to start, l-like this.” She reached down, showing him with her own fingers, her hips moving a bit as she did. “Just… do that. For a bit.”
“F-Fine.”
She fell back against the sand as he imitated her, her breath catching in her throat as he brushed over her clit. He rubbed in a steady motion, his concentration purely on what he was doing and she closed her eyes, distracting herself. She focused on the steady rhythm, convincing herself in her mind that it could be enough and her thoughts drifted away from her, her hips bucking to the inexperienced Thalmor’s fingers.
“H-Harder,” she whispered to him, her own hand going down to join, just to rub her clit a bit as he obviously didn’t know about it. He pulled back making her kick his body and he slapped her leg but continued, hissing as he did. He got back into a rhythm, working with her own and she rode his fingers, hers moving in incomplete circles making her start to arch. “A-Ancarion! More!”
He hesitated but did as she asked. “More!” she begged, her thighs beginning to shake. “A-Ancarion! Ancarion, gods, more!”
“I am! I-I… I don’t know what you want!” he spat, continuing his rubbing but she barely paid attention to his words. His fingers on her were all that mattered and she bit the collar of her robes again, whimpering endlessly as she finally started to creep up to the release she needed. It was like she was running up a staircase, the steady rhythm of his fingers pushing her on and she began breathing harder, focusing on the ‘top’; reaching that goal that she needed to hit and she began to thrash, the sand being kicked under her feet.
“Gods!” she begged. “Don’t stop!” She began crying out bucking violently and her fingers stroked her clit, putting just enough pressure to make herself arch even more. He maintained his movements, shifting in the sand as she tried to get away, to get more, get whatever and she finally – finally – came against his rhythm, his fingers the ones sending her over the edge.
She let out a high cry, her hands moving to grab at her clothing, pulling as her body took over and she heard him let out a strained breath, his fingers still milking her. She grabbed his wrist, pushing his hand against her until it became painful and she knocked him away.
Her body slumped on the sand, her breathing ragged and laboured but it subsided as did the pain morphing into that familiar aftermath she loved. She moaned, inhaling the scent of the wet sand, the air that was filled with distant smoke and pine trees and she felt the Thalmor’s smooth fingers on her, spreading her legs making her look down. His brows were fixed, looking at her and she sighed.
“Enjoying the view?” He flushed at her words, scowling at her for a second. She merely raised herself up on her forearms, exhausted, warm, and watched him as his eyes flicked back down studying her again. He was looking at her as if he had never seen a woman’s well-spent sex and she cocked her head. “Ancarion, have you ever fucked someone?”