The first thing the mercenary did when the others were gone was fetch a bucket of water and sluice her down with it. Vex spluttered but she was grateful to get rid of the cum on her body. A few more buckets later and she was clean, but completely soaked. Ganar was hard from her constant attentions to his cock while he’d been in her mouth, and he trailed a finger over her clit, rubbing gently. She bucked up, gasping. Golden heat washed through her and she realised he was casting a healing spell. Her cunt lubricated as he repaired the nerve endings that had been battered by multiple cocks, and she caught the smug look in his green eyes as he heard the noises she made. When he slid a finger inside her, hand still glowing with Restoration magicka, she let out a twisted moan and scraped her nails along the table.
She still didn’t try and escape.
He added another finger and pumped them gently in and out of her, his face unreadable. Vex didn’t know if he was aroused, angry, bored…
For some reason this bothered her immensely. The man had spent the last few hours semi-hard in her mouth watching multiple men fuck her senseless. Surely he had some opinion, something that should be available on his face. But there was nothing, past that smug glint in his eyes, that told her anything.
Vex moved a lock of wet hair out of her face as her breasts rose and fell at an increasing pace, her stomach muscles quivering as his fingers hit that engorged sweet spot. She tried not to cry out but he wasn’t keen on the idea and touched her with more concentration on the spot, and she couldn’t help gasping. Apparently satisfied with the sound his fingers kept moving, his eyes pinned to hers as he watched his fingers fucking her, and the effect it had.
“Gods, Vex,” he breathed, and she started. He knew who she was. “You fetching little Guild whore. Kept this underneath those leathers the entire time, did you? Tease.” His free hand toyed with a nipple, and she drummed her nails against the wood as she gasped in pleasure. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he grunted, and the oddly perverse placing of the endearment made her shiver. His questing fingers, finally brought her to orgasm and when they did, he untied her legs, parted her thighs as wide as they’d go, and sunk into her in one move. Vex’ back arched, and she bit down on her lip.
Gods, he was bigger than all of them, and he made her ache as he stretched her. He braced his thumb against her clit and rubbed, and Vex howled in pleasure, the first proper cry all evening. Ganar didn’t give her time to ease into the sensation; he took her, as hard as he’d wanted to take her all evening, pumping into her hard enough to make her body quiver. She felt herself clenching slowly onto him, aided by her newfound sensitivity, his size and the thumb on her most sensitive part. The Imperial clenched her teeth, hissing as he brushed past her swollen sweet spot, and then the hiss gave way to a long, drawn-out moan as she hit her orgasm, thighs clenching around Ganar’s waist. His hips increased in pace and she rode the aftershocks of her sweet, fierce orgasm as he plunged inside her. His frantic thrusting signalled the nearness of his own completion, and he gritted his teeth and stared at her as she lay exhausted on the table. He pulled out, cumming on her stomach, and her legs dropped, thighs useless and drained of strength.
“This looks like a pretty good message,” Ganar murmured, and picked up a coil of rope.
-
Vex was delivered swearing, naked and still wearing Ganar’s cum at the doors of the Ratway early the next morning. She was shivering, wrapped as scantily as possible in the remains of her Guild leathers. That was how Brynjolf found her, and he knew better than to make a comment.
Delvin’s attempts were swiftly rebuffed with a much greater enthusiasm than usual, with an added reason being that she doubted he had the prowess to match a man decades younger than himself. Besides, he was short and balding, and Vex found her taste ran more in the direction of tanned, red-haired Nords these days.
Another Type of Glow, 4/4
She still didn’t try and escape.
He added another finger and pumped them gently in and out of her, his face unreadable. Vex didn’t know if he was aroused, angry, bored…
For some reason this bothered her immensely. The man had spent the last few hours semi-hard in her mouth watching multiple men fuck her senseless. Surely he had some opinion, something that should be available on his face. But there was nothing, past that smug glint in his eyes, that told her anything.
Vex moved a lock of wet hair out of her face as her breasts rose and fell at an increasing pace, her stomach muscles quivering as his fingers hit that engorged sweet spot. She tried not to cry out but he wasn’t keen on the idea and touched her with more concentration on the spot, and she couldn’t help gasping. Apparently satisfied with the sound his fingers kept moving, his eyes pinned to hers as he watched his fingers fucking her, and the effect it had.
“Gods, Vex,” he breathed, and she started. He knew who she was. “You fetching little Guild whore. Kept this underneath those leathers the entire time, did you? Tease.” His free hand toyed with a nipple, and she drummed her nails against the wood as she gasped in pleasure. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he grunted, and the oddly perverse placing of the endearment made her shiver. His questing fingers, finally brought her to orgasm and when they did, he untied her legs, parted her thighs as wide as they’d go, and sunk into her in one move. Vex’ back arched, and she bit down on her lip.
Gods, he was bigger than all of them, and he made her ache as he stretched her. He braced his thumb against her clit and rubbed, and Vex howled in pleasure, the first proper cry all evening. Ganar didn’t give her time to ease into the sensation; he took her, as hard as he’d wanted to take her all evening, pumping into her hard enough to make her body quiver. She felt herself clenching slowly onto him, aided by her newfound sensitivity, his size and the thumb on her most sensitive part. The Imperial clenched her teeth, hissing as he brushed past her swollen sweet spot, and then the hiss gave way to a long, drawn-out moan as she hit her orgasm, thighs clenching around Ganar’s waist. His hips increased in pace and she rode the aftershocks of her sweet, fierce orgasm as he plunged inside her. His frantic thrusting signalled the nearness of his own completion, and he gritted his teeth and stared at her as she lay exhausted on the table. He pulled out, cumming on her stomach, and her legs dropped, thighs useless and drained of strength.
“This looks like a pretty good message,” Ganar murmured, and picked up a coil of rope.
-
Vex was delivered swearing, naked and still wearing Ganar’s cum at the doors of the Ratway early the next morning. She was shivering, wrapped as scantily as possible in the remains of her Guild leathers. That was how Brynjolf found her, and he knew better than to make a comment.
Delvin’s attempts were swiftly rebuffed with a much greater enthusiasm than usual, with an added reason being that she doubted he had the prowess to match a man decades younger than himself. Besides, he was short and balding, and Vex found her taste ran more in the direction of tanned, red-haired Nords these days.