Caer shrugged, tucking into the food that Belethor had prepared. He was right—she did have to keep her strength up and he was a more than fair cook. Soon her plate was empty and she reclined back on the mattress, her eyes watching as Belethor finished his own meal of cold chicken, bread, cheese and grilled leaks. He approached his meal just as he did running his store or pleasuring her—with careful precision. Unlike many men that she had watched he didn’t fall on his food like a barnyard animal—no, he had manners. Finally he was done, a napkin wiping his mouth before he cleared the dishes from the bedspread back to the dresser.
“Thank you, Belethor. That was lovely,” she purred as the shopkeeper settled back on the bed beside her.
Belethor nodded, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “The company is what made it lovely, Caer,” he agreed, watching the woman who had agreed to be his for the month. “Now, let’s get into this bed and snatch a nap from the afternoon,” he suggested, fighting a yawn that suddenly tried to erupt from him. “I’m not as young a man as I once was and,” he leaned forward, his mouth capturing hers, “you require a certain…exuberance.”
Caer smirked at the long-haired Breton, reaching for the tie on his queue. “Hmm, alright Belethor. I won’t complain about a nap. Especially with such handsome company,” she agreed, her hands running through his now loosed dark hair as she tugged him down to lie beside her. Curling against him, she felt her eyes flutter shut of their own accord as she felt his broad hand stroke down from the curve of her hip to her knee where it curled around him.
The shadows were long when Belethor startled awake from a dream, his mind racing at the woman lying beside him. It took him a moment to remember that it was Caer, the Dragonborn, who had fallen asleep at his side. Her breath was soft and steady, her body still deep in the clutches of sleep. Turning on his side, he watched her, marveling that she had accepted his trade.
Reaching out, he trailed his fingertips from the delicate shell of her ear down to the soft skin of her slender throat. Her flesh felt like the finest silk he’d ever sold and his fingers itched to continue on their exploration. Down to the delicate frame of her collarbone and her shoulders he wandered, his eyes urging his fingers towards her soft, full breasts. Laying as she was on her back they weren’t the proud mounds that he’d fondled and suckled so recently—they had settled into still generous mounds against her chest, her nipples soft and still pink. He leaned forward, his mouth closing over one of her peaks, his tongue bathing the puckering flesh even as his teeth gently scraped against her. Glancing up, he saw her face tighten slightly as her body began to respond to his teasing but her features soon smoothed again as sleep refused to release its claim on her. Allowing himself a grin, he continued his attentions to her breast, his hand coming up to cup her other breast, his fingers circling and stroking, tugging and tweaking her nipple until it stood proud like its twin. He glanced up again, wondering if his increased attention to her breasts might have woken her.
Nothing. Her breath, though a little quicker, was still steady and she showed no hint that she was aware of his attentions to her sleeping form. His mouth quirked with a wicked smile as he let his other hand slide down her ribcage to her belly, the flesh soft beneath his touch. Her flesh quivered beneath his touch as he slid his fingers lower, cupping her mound with a soft touch. His dark eyes flickered back up to her sleeping face as he gently stroked the fleshy lips, applying more and more pressure until his fingers sank into her channel.
Re: F!DB/M!Shopkeeper Pairing: Belethor/F! DB "Belethor Doesn't Do Charity" (Part 4c)
“Thank you, Belethor. That was lovely,” she purred as the shopkeeper settled back on the bed beside her.
Belethor nodded, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “The company is what made it lovely, Caer,” he agreed, watching the woman who had agreed to be his for the month. “Now, let’s get into this bed and snatch a nap from the afternoon,” he suggested, fighting a yawn that suddenly tried to erupt from him. “I’m not as young a man as I once was and,” he leaned forward, his mouth capturing hers, “you require a certain…exuberance.”
Caer smirked at the long-haired Breton, reaching for the tie on his queue. “Hmm, alright Belethor. I won’t complain about a nap. Especially with such handsome company,” she agreed, her hands running through his now loosed dark hair as she tugged him down to lie beside her. Curling against him, she felt her eyes flutter shut of their own accord as she felt his broad hand stroke down from the curve of her hip to her knee where it curled around him.
The shadows were long when Belethor startled awake from a dream, his mind racing at the woman lying beside him. It took him a moment to remember that it was Caer, the Dragonborn, who had fallen asleep at his side. Her breath was soft and steady, her body still deep in the clutches of sleep. Turning on his side, he watched her, marveling that she had accepted his trade.
Reaching out, he trailed his fingertips from the delicate shell of her ear down to the soft skin of her slender throat. Her flesh felt like the finest silk he’d ever sold and his fingers itched to continue on their exploration. Down to the delicate frame of her collarbone and her shoulders he wandered, his eyes urging his fingers towards her soft, full breasts. Laying as she was on her back they weren’t the proud mounds that he’d fondled and suckled so recently—they had settled into still generous mounds against her chest, her nipples soft and still pink. He leaned forward, his mouth closing over one of her peaks, his tongue bathing the puckering flesh even as his teeth gently scraped against her. Glancing up, he saw her face tighten slightly as her body began to respond to his teasing but her features soon smoothed again as sleep refused to release its claim on her. Allowing himself a grin, he continued his attentions to her breast, his hand coming up to cup her other breast, his fingers circling and stroking, tugging and tweaking her nipple until it stood proud like its twin. He glanced up again, wondering if his increased attention to her breasts might have woken her.
Nothing. Her breath, though a little quicker, was still steady and she showed no hint that she was aware of his attentions to her sleeping form. His mouth quirked with a wicked smile as he let his other hand slide down her ribcage to her belly, the flesh soft beneath his touch. Her flesh quivered beneath his touch as he slid his fingers lower, cupping her mound with a soft touch. His dark eyes flickered back up to her sleeping face as he gently stroked the fleshy lips, applying more and more pressure until his fingers sank into her channel.