"Good, then starting fingering your pussy, slowly." The Dragonborn complied, her middle finger finding her throbbing clit. She began to work it slowly. Lydia was watching her, moaning from her own pleasure. "Yes, yes. Good girl…Thane." After a few minutes, Lydia came again, watching the Dragonborn masturbate for her, her hips still swaying. Lydia could tell the Dragonborn was again close to coming. "Ok, enough." A look of frustration washed over the Dragonborn, but she obeyed.
"Now…Thane, get onto all fours on the bed, your ass close to the edge." Vicela obeyed. "Put your head on the bed and your ass in the air." The Dragonborn was fully exposed to Lydia - her pussy so wet, slightly blushed from the leather still, and swollen with arousal. Lydia's own pussy throbbed at the spectacle - her Thane, the Dragonborn, kneeling with her pussy in the air to her. But it wasn't her pussy that Lydia was interested in at the moment. She spread the Dragonborn's bottom and touched the tip of her tongue to the pink pucker of her ass. Vicela gasped and shivered.
"You like having your ass licked…Thane?" Lydia mocked.
"Y…yes my Lydia." The Dragonborn stuttered in a breathy tone.
"Mmm.. the mighty Dragonborn likes to have her ass licked. What a nasty, nasty girl." Lydia then flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth, lightly across the pink folds, massaging her fingertips into Vicela's fleshy bottom. The Dragonborn was uncontrollably moaning and cooing as her housecarl's tongue worked her little pink starfish. When Lydia pushed her tongue into the pucker, making it part slightly, Vicela moaned loudly.
"Do you like that…Thane?"
"Oh gods, yes, my Lydia." She moaned, panting. Her bottom quaking. Lydia did it a few more times, bringing her closer to the edge of orgasm then withdrawing.
"Well, it's not about your pleasure tonight. At least, not right now." said Lydia. "Turn over and move up to the head of the bed. Lydia then crawled on top of the Dragonborn, straddling her. Vicela's hands instinctively moved up Lydia's chest, caressing her breasts.
"No! No touching. I am the one in charge." Lydia said, her eyes flashing with slight anger. "In fact, here…" Lydia reached over the the night stand and grabbed two of the leather strips. She fastened each of the Dragonborn's hands to the bedposts. "Much better, wouldn't you agree…Thane?"
"Yes, my Lydia." The Dragonborn's hips were squirming from the tension. Lydia then grabbed a candle from the table. She tilted it slowly, allowing the wax to pool to one side. Vicela bit her lip and furrowed her brow. Lydia moved the candle to the Dragonborn's right breast and tipped it, spilling droplets of hot wax onto her erect nipple. Vicela gasped from the sensation, her chest rising.
"Mmmm…that looks so lovely. That hot, hot wax encasing your hard, pink nipple. I can see the goose flesh of your breast. You liked that didn't you?"
"Yes, my Lydia." The Dragonborn groaned out, her hips still moving. Lydia smiled and moved the candle to the left breast and tipped, again, splashing the burning wax onto the nipple, cascading down her full mound and hardening to solidification, like a snow-capped mountain.
"Honor and Moaning in Whiterun" 8/?
"Good, then starting fingering your pussy, slowly." The Dragonborn complied, her middle finger finding her throbbing clit. She began to work it slowly. Lydia was watching her, moaning from her own pleasure. "Yes, yes. Good girl…Thane." After a few minutes, Lydia came again, watching the Dragonborn masturbate for her, her hips still swaying. Lydia could tell the Dragonborn was again close to coming. "Ok, enough." A look of frustration washed over the Dragonborn, but she obeyed.
"Now…Thane, get onto all fours on the bed, your ass close to the edge." Vicela obeyed. "Put your head on the bed and your ass in the air." The Dragonborn was fully exposed to Lydia - her pussy so wet, slightly blushed from the leather still, and swollen with arousal. Lydia's own pussy throbbed at the spectacle - her Thane, the Dragonborn, kneeling with her pussy in the air to her. But it wasn't her pussy that Lydia was interested in at the moment. She spread the Dragonborn's bottom and touched the tip of her tongue to the pink pucker of her ass. Vicela gasped and shivered.
"You like having your ass licked…Thane?" Lydia mocked.
"Y…yes my Lydia." The Dragonborn stuttered in a breathy tone.
"Mmm.. the mighty Dragonborn likes to have her ass licked. What a nasty, nasty girl." Lydia then flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth, lightly across the pink folds, massaging her fingertips into Vicela's fleshy bottom. The Dragonborn was uncontrollably moaning and cooing as her housecarl's tongue worked her little pink starfish. When Lydia pushed her tongue into the pucker, making it part slightly, Vicela moaned loudly.
"Do you like that…Thane?"
"Oh gods, yes, my Lydia." She moaned, panting. Her bottom quaking. Lydia did it a few more times, bringing her closer to the edge of orgasm then withdrawing.
"Well, it's not about your pleasure tonight. At least, not right now." said Lydia. "Turn over and move up to the head of the bed. Lydia then crawled on top of the Dragonborn, straddling her. Vicela's hands instinctively moved up Lydia's chest, caressing her breasts.
"No! No touching. I am the one in charge." Lydia said, her eyes flashing with slight anger. "In fact, here…" Lydia reached over the the night stand and grabbed two of the leather strips. She fastened each of the Dragonborn's hands to the bedposts. "Much better, wouldn't you agree…Thane?"
"Yes, my Lydia." The Dragonborn's hips were squirming from the tension. Lydia then grabbed a candle from the table. She tilted it slowly, allowing the wax to pool to one side. Vicela bit her lip and furrowed her brow. Lydia moved the candle to the Dragonborn's right breast and tipped it, spilling droplets of hot wax onto her erect nipple. Vicela gasped from the sensation, her chest rising.
"Mmmm…that looks so lovely. That hot, hot wax encasing your hard, pink nipple. I can see the goose flesh of your breast. You liked that didn't you?"
"Yes, my Lydia." The Dragonborn groaned out, her hips still moving. Lydia smiled and moved the candle to the left breast and tipped, again, splashing the burning wax onto the nipple, cascading down her full mound and hardening to solidification, like a snow-capped mountain.