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“The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 4e/?
Date: 2013-10-02 12:33 am (UTC)Olria’s kisses were light as the touch of feathers. Farengar closed his eyes in bliss. With Olria draped in gauzy white, she could have been an apparition sitting in his lap. He wrapped his hands around her hips, his thumbs massaging her belly in small circles through her nightdress.
As Olria kissed back up his neck to his lips, her nimble Bosmer fingers began to undo the clasps on his robes. Her fingers left behind hot trails on his bare skin as she slowly undressed him and slid the robes off his shoulders. The smooth, dark material fell to pool around his hips.
Farengar’s hands tightened on Olria’s narrow waist. Bosmer were already petite as it was. Farengar knew Olria was a virgin. He was not precisely experienced himself, and that made him even more worried. He still hadn’t forgiven himself for mistreating her for so long. His behaviour had been abominable.
If he hurt her tonight, he would never forgive himself.
Goose bumps prickled up his back, but they weren’t due to her light caresses. His breath stuttered as anxiety threatened to choke him.
“Farengar?” Olria murmured against his neck. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing.”
She leaned away from him and looked into his face. “No,” she said slowly. “What is it?”
Farengar exhaled. “I’m worried.”
Olria smiled her sweetest smile. “Don’t be.”
Her words went straight to his groin. Farengar swallowed, his body warring between concern and desire.
Olria leaned forward again, and this time Farengar intercepted her face to kiss her. He let his hands drift down from her waist to her bare thighs. He slowly slid his hands upward, under her nightdress. Olria broke their kiss to lift her arms into the air. Farengar drew the gown off her body and set it aside.
The young woman shivered. Farengar pulled her soft, bare body against his chest. She straddled him, but it didn’t seem close enough. Holding her with one arm, he used his other hand to draw back the bed sheets. He managed to roll them both under the covers.
As he settled on his side, he pulled off what remained of his robes and kicked them out of the bed. Then it was skin on skin. Farengar pulled her close to him, nuzzling her neck. He inhaled the sweet scent of her soft, honeyed hair.
Olria’s hand ghosted down Farengar’s side to his hips. She drew one finger along the waistband of his smallclothes. The man let out a sigh, feeling his stomach clench. He kissed the soft skin of her neck, letting his lips trail down her throat and chest. Olria gasped when his lips brushed over her breast. The hand she had on his hip tightened, her skinny fingers like needles.
Farengar’s tongue flicked her nipple lightly. The woman let out soft sounds of pleasure as he sucked and licked. He let his free hand roam her body, his palm sliding up the smooth expanse of bare back and feeling her arch beneath his touch. She was so responsive, he could feel his own body swelling with need.
Farengar’s hand drifted down to fold around Olria’s buttocks, pulling her hips hard against his. She let out a soft moan and ground against him. His breath hitched, his body throbbing. His hand rose back to Olria’s face. He pushed strands of her out of her eyes and kissed her. Her face was small and round, her arms thin, her waist slender, her hips wide and alluring.
There was no way in Oblivion Farengar could do anything without hurting her.
He drew away, apology pinching his eyebrows together.
“Please, Farengar,” Olria whispered. “Stop worrying. Even if it does hurt, it will only be for a bit, right?”
Farengar’s chest felt tight. He was torn between disappointing her and hurting her. Which was the best option? He desperately wanted the woman, but he’d already done enough damage. “Olria,” he whispered, voice strained, “I shouldn’t—I can’t—”
Olria took the choice out of his hands. She tugged him towards her. Even though his brain screamed at him to stop this now, Farengar felt himself roll on top of her. He did not lie on Olria, but supported his weight on his elbows and knees. He stared into her eyes, his body begging him not to stop here.
“Take these off,” his apprentice ordered, tugging again at his smallclothes.
Farengar obeyed.
Re: “The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 4e/?
Date: 2013-10-03 01:41 pm (UTC)