“Y-Yes,” she whimpered as he pressed the spot against her body, his fingers rubbing in the middle before he took to sliding a single finger between her folds. She tensed, her hands moving up so her forearms still covered her chest and she bit her fingers as she let him tease her. He gave long strokes, pressing the fabric against her so it would mold to her body and he snapped the string on her hip making her yelp.
“Spread your legs more,” he ordered and she obeyed, whimpering as he leaned against her, his breath on her neck. His finger continued to work her, exploring what he owned and she rocked slightly against him. He didn’t protest it, actually encouraging it as his hand rested on her hip and she covered her mouth as they fell into a rhythm, another finger being added after a while.
She was starting to get soaked, the fabric becoming wet against her and she arched her back slightly, wanting them off. He didn’t react immediately, more interested in rubbing at her clit through them and she reached down, tugging at the strings. He paused. “What?”
“T-Touch me,” she panted, her breath hot against the fingers hovering over her mouth. “Touch me directly, Siddgeir…”
“What have I told you about ordering me around,” he growled in her ear but he gripped the top of her panties pulling them down to mid-thigh; the cool air against her made her whimper and his warm fingers were eagerly welcomed back, her hips jerking. “Don’t think that you can keep doing that.”
“I-I’m sorry,” she turned, looking over her shoulder at him and she saw him scowl, reaching up to force her to look forward.
“No, you’re not…” he muttered and he nipped at her ear making her cry out. “You greedy elf.”
“S-Siddgeir!”
His fingers sped up, their movements rough but her toes curled at it as they went quiet again. His direct contact was making it harder for her to breathe, her body starting to shake as she could feel herself becoming warm and he reached down, using his other hand to spread her as he flicked a finger at her clit. She jerked violently, her back hitting his chest and he bit at the side of her jaw making her flinch. “Steady yourself!”
“Siddgeir, please!” she cried out and he pulled away, slapping her backside hard making her yelp.
“What did I say?!”
“I-I’m sorry! I can’t help it!”
He pulled her back, his fingers against her again and she spread her legs more as he roughly fingered her, his movements purposefully teasing. She desperately wanted to call his name but had to stick to panting instead, her hands struggling as the pressed against her chest. He began stroking her clit with a light touch again making her shake and she grabbed his wrist, trying to make it move down. He resisted, only bothering her more by refusing to pet where she needed and she let out a cry of frustration.
“Siddgeir! I need you-!”
“Obviously,” he hissed at her and she cried out as he spread her more, his hand moving down. He pushed at her entrance, his fingertips stroking her hole and he pulled away, grabbing his knapsack to dig inside. She fell forward onto her hands, fisting the blankets and he moved back, spreading her from behind as he uncorked a bottle.
The cold liquid made her jerk. “W-What..? What is that?!”
“Something from Salof,” he muttered, pushing the thick, sticky liquid against her. “He owed me after missing his quota last month.”
“Siddgeir! It’s-! Ah! It’s cold!”
“It won’t be in a minute,” he said and she panted, looking between her legs to see him. He poured some of the contents on himself, a slick noise meeting her ears and his hand went back to stroking her making her cry out. “Relax!”
The Sticks [6/?]
“Spread your legs more,” he ordered and she obeyed, whimpering as he leaned against her, his breath on her neck. His finger continued to work her, exploring what he owned and she rocked slightly against him. He didn’t protest it, actually encouraging it as his hand rested on her hip and she covered her mouth as they fell into a rhythm, another finger being added after a while.
She was starting to get soaked, the fabric becoming wet against her and she arched her back slightly, wanting them off. He didn’t react immediately, more interested in rubbing at her clit through them and she reached down, tugging at the strings. He paused. “What?”
“T-Touch me,” she panted, her breath hot against the fingers hovering over her mouth. “Touch me directly, Siddgeir…”
“What have I told you about ordering me around,” he growled in her ear but he gripped the top of her panties pulling them down to mid-thigh; the cool air against her made her whimper and his warm fingers were eagerly welcomed back, her hips jerking. “Don’t think that you can keep doing that.”
“I-I’m sorry,” she turned, looking over her shoulder at him and she saw him scowl, reaching up to force her to look forward.
“No, you’re not…” he muttered and he nipped at her ear making her cry out. “You greedy elf.”
“S-Siddgeir!”
His fingers sped up, their movements rough but her toes curled at it as they went quiet again. His direct contact was making it harder for her to breathe, her body starting to shake as she could feel herself becoming warm and he reached down, using his other hand to spread her as he flicked a finger at her clit. She jerked violently, her back hitting his chest and he bit at the side of her jaw making her flinch. “Steady yourself!”
“Siddgeir, please!” she cried out and he pulled away, slapping her backside hard making her yelp.
“What did I say?!”
“I-I’m sorry! I can’t help it!”
He pulled her back, his fingers against her again and she spread her legs more as he roughly fingered her, his movements purposefully teasing. She desperately wanted to call his name but had to stick to panting instead, her hands struggling as the pressed against her chest. He began stroking her clit with a light touch again making her shake and she grabbed his wrist, trying to make it move down. He resisted, only bothering her more by refusing to pet where she needed and she let out a cry of frustration.
“Siddgeir! I need you-!”
“Obviously,” he hissed at her and she cried out as he spread her more, his hand moving down. He pushed at her entrance, his fingertips stroking her hole and he pulled away, grabbing his knapsack to dig inside. She fell forward onto her hands, fisting the blankets and he moved back, spreading her from behind as he uncorked a bottle.
The cold liquid made her jerk. “W-What..? What is that?!”
“Something from Salof,” he muttered, pushing the thick, sticky liquid against her. “He owed me after missing his quota last month.”
“Siddgeir! It’s-! Ah! It’s cold!”
“It won’t be in a minute,” he said and she panted, looking between her legs to see him. He poured some of the contents on himself, a slick noise meeting her ears and his hand went back to stroking her making her cry out. “Relax!”