He abruptly pulled his hand away and released her wrists. She whined at the loss of contact, but he hushed her with a finger against her lips and a severe look before swooping down to kneel before her. Then his tongue was moving against her, slower than his hand but somehow even more intense. She buried her fingers in his hair and stifled a wail.
“Don’t hold back.” He bit her thigh, hard enough to leave a mark, before gently soothing it with his tongue. “I want you to scream for me, Dragonborn.” The predatory way he gazed up at her made her heart flutter, and he maintained eye contact as he returned to his task, tongue briefly delving inside her, then flicking upwards again.
“F-fuck!” She blushed at her own outburst.
“Geh, like that,” he whispered, as he slipped his fingers inside her again. She could feel his smirk against her when she cried out again, his fingers moving faster. “Marzuh fah zey, Arya. Fun zey vir zolaaf daar fraan.” He lightly sucked her clit as his fingers pumped inside her, rubbing that swollen spot harder and harder with every moan that poured from her lips. She came with a shout, clutching his head tightly against her until she could take no more and abruptly had to forcefully push him away.
For several moments she was left speechless, able only to lean back on shaky arms and pant, eyes closed, as her heart rate gradually returned to normal. She felt Miraak rise and lean over her, and he hurriedly took advantage of her exposed neck with a series of bites and kisses, while his hands roamed her hips and thighs.
“No one has ever… Ever…” She trailed off as the lightheaded daze began to wear off, and she realized there was no polite way to describe what he’d just done.
He chuckled against her neck. “Not even once? The men in your life do not worship you properly, then.” He tangled his fingers in her hair and straightened so that he could look down at her. “You are tozeinvu, Dragonborn. Perfect. Hi imzik zey ful buruk, Laat Dovahkiin. Zu'u laan wah deyto dimaar ko hi, avok ahrk avok einzuk. Zu'u laan wah gejahr hi voth dii maas, ahrk imzik hi bolog fah zuk.”
The words made no sense to her, but the tone said everything she wanted to know, as did the look in his eyes. Suddenly she needed to kiss him, more than anything. Without warning, she grasped his face in her hands and pulled him into an aggressive, scorching kiss.
Re: "Reparations" Miraak/F!Dragonborn Part 4/?
“Don’t hold back.” He bit her thigh, hard enough to leave a mark, before gently soothing it with his tongue. “I want you to scream for me, Dragonborn.” The predatory way he gazed up at her made her heart flutter, and he maintained eye contact as he returned to his task, tongue briefly delving inside her, then flicking upwards again.
“F-fuck!” She blushed at her own outburst.
“Geh, like that,” he whispered, as he slipped his fingers inside her again. She could feel his smirk against her when she cried out again, his fingers moving faster. “Marzuh fah zey, Arya. Fun zey vir zolaaf daar fraan.” He lightly sucked her clit as his fingers pumped inside her, rubbing that swollen spot harder and harder with every moan that poured from her lips. She came with a shout, clutching his head tightly against her until she could take no more and abruptly had to forcefully push him away.
For several moments she was left speechless, able only to lean back on shaky arms and pant, eyes closed, as her heart rate gradually returned to normal. She felt Miraak rise and lean over her, and he hurriedly took advantage of her exposed neck with a series of bites and kisses, while his hands roamed her hips and thighs.
“No one has ever… Ever…” She trailed off as the lightheaded daze began to wear off, and she realized there was no polite way to describe what he’d just done.
He chuckled against her neck. “Not even once? The men in your life do not worship you properly, then.” He tangled his fingers in her hair and straightened so that he could look down at her. “You are tozeinvu, Dragonborn. Perfect. Hi imzik zey ful buruk, Laat Dovahkiin. Zu'u laan wah deyto dimaar ko hi, avok ahrk avok einzuk. Zu'u laan wah gejahr hi voth dii maas, ahrk imzik hi bolog fah zuk.”
The words made no sense to her, but the tone said everything she wanted to know, as did the look in his eyes. Suddenly she needed to kiss him, more than anything. Without warning, she grasped his face in her hands and pulled him into an aggressive, scorching kiss.