“What are you talking about?” he said but she ignored him, licking the tip of his cock before she fit it into her mouth. Slowly she drew down, relaxing her throat as she did and his nails pierced her skin, his stomach becoming taunt and his chest rising as she swallowed around him. She inched down his length, shivering herself at how much it stretched her mouth and she had to pause when the back of her throat was hit. She still was gripping the base of his cock so she wasn’t nearly down enough but she knew it was probably more than he had ever had.
Judging by how he was gripping her, she could have probably even gambled on it and won. She purposely swallowed, her tongue rubbing his shaft and he hissed from above, his thighs shaking. She pulled off him, making sure it was wet and sloppy as she did and she sat back on her knees licking her lips. He stared at her, flushing.
“What is wrong with you?” he asked, nearly panting and she rolled her eyes.
“Do you want me to continue, dear Thalmor virgin or should I let you walk back to your men like that?” she said and he pursed his lips. “That’s what I thought.”
He slapped his hand on her forehead before she could continue. “This warrants another sword.”
“Fine,” she agreed, knocking him back as her hands moved to work him, one rubbing the tip while the other pumped his shaft. “But no more questioning me. It kills the mood.”
“…F…Fine,” he agreed and she slipped the crown of his cock in her mouth again, licking at his slit until he was shaking and precum began to leak. She tasted it, the small beads that formed, and her fingers worked his shaft encouraging him to relax and enjoy himself. One hand slipped down, palming his balls and he jerked, the tip being pulled from her mouth. She caught it again using her lips and she sucked, nipping at the foreskin, the head turning a bright red.
She pulled off, admiring the color and she began licking it as if she was trying to lick the icing off a sweetroll. She did it innocently, short little laps with barely anything but the tip of her tongue before she switched to bathing him, dragging up from the base to his slit using the entire area of her tongue to do it. She looked up at him once as she did, making sure she kept her eye contact as she started at his balls and moved to tasting more beads of precum that formed and she could see how hard of a time he was having controlling himself.
He eventually brought a hand up, biting his fist and he flushed deep, his body shaking as she took him back into her hot mouth, moving down his shaft again to swallow him.
She pulled up and her right hand worked him, expertly jerking him off. “What do you want, Ancarion? For me to swallow or do you want to give me a nice bath?”
“W-What?” he said, his voice shaking and she smiled at him. “Gods, Alla, I-I don’t know… Just… make it quick!”
“You have to come?” she asked, pouting and he broke their gaze, biting his knuckle hard as he tried controlling himself. “Ancarion, we just got started.”
“Shut up!” he spat, his hand clasping his face as he struggled to contain himself. “S-Shut up, shut up...” She watched his free hand let go of her to paw at the sand, his chest rising and falling more rapidly and she added both hands, moving them up and down his cock in long strokes, encouraging him to release.
“Tell me, Ancarion,” she said and he panted, closing his eyes. “Do you want me to swallow your seed? Or have it stick to my lips?”
“I-I don’t know!” he stressed, his back arching slightly and she decided to stop teasing him. She stopped her hand job, clasping the base of his cock and she went down on him, bobbing her head with the same intensity, taking in all that she could. He bucked, his voice coming out in desperate pants, his body tensing and she reached between his legs, cupping his balls. One gentle squeeze did it.
So There I Was [5/?]
Judging by how he was gripping her, she could have probably even gambled on it and won. She purposely swallowed, her tongue rubbing his shaft and he hissed from above, his thighs shaking. She pulled off him, making sure it was wet and sloppy as she did and she sat back on her knees licking her lips. He stared at her, flushing.
“What is wrong with you?” he asked, nearly panting and she rolled her eyes.
“Do you want me to continue, dear Thalmor virgin or should I let you walk back to your men like that?” she said and he pursed his lips. “That’s what I thought.”
He slapped his hand on her forehead before she could continue. “This warrants another sword.”
“Fine,” she agreed, knocking him back as her hands moved to work him, one rubbing the tip while the other pumped his shaft. “But no more questioning me. It kills the mood.”
“…F…Fine,” he agreed and she slipped the crown of his cock in her mouth again, licking at his slit until he was shaking and precum began to leak. She tasted it, the small beads that formed, and her fingers worked his shaft encouraging him to relax and enjoy himself. One hand slipped down, palming his balls and he jerked, the tip being pulled from her mouth. She caught it again using her lips and she sucked, nipping at the foreskin, the head turning a bright red.
She pulled off, admiring the color and she began licking it as if she was trying to lick the icing off a sweetroll. She did it innocently, short little laps with barely anything but the tip of her tongue before she switched to bathing him, dragging up from the base to his slit using the entire area of her tongue to do it. She looked up at him once as she did, making sure she kept her eye contact as she started at his balls and moved to tasting more beads of precum that formed and she could see how hard of a time he was having controlling himself.
He eventually brought a hand up, biting his fist and he flushed deep, his body shaking as she took him back into her hot mouth, moving down his shaft again to swallow him.
She pulled up and her right hand worked him, expertly jerking him off. “What do you want, Ancarion? For me to swallow or do you want to give me a nice bath?”
“W-What?” he said, his voice shaking and she smiled at him. “Gods, Alla, I-I don’t know… Just… make it quick!”
“You have to come?” she asked, pouting and he broke their gaze, biting his knuckle hard as he tried controlling himself. “Ancarion, we just got started.”
“Shut up!” he spat, his hand clasping his face as he struggled to contain himself. “S-Shut up, shut up...” She watched his free hand let go of her to paw at the sand, his chest rising and falling more rapidly and she added both hands, moving them up and down his cock in long strokes, encouraging him to release.
“Tell me, Ancarion,” she said and he panted, closing his eyes. “Do you want me to swallow your seed? Or have it stick to my lips?”
“I-I don’t know!” he stressed, his back arching slightly and she decided to stop teasing him. She stopped her hand job, clasping the base of his cock and she went down on him, bobbing her head with the same intensity, taking in all that she could. He bucked, his voice coming out in desperate pants, his body tensing and she reached between his legs, cupping his balls. One gentle squeeze did it.