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F!Listener/Arnbjorn "Prey" 4/5
Date: 2013-12-15 01:58 am (UTC)“What of the Tenets, Listener?” Arnbjorn’s voice is caustic as he bucks his hips, prompting the elf to rock hers. Both quickly falling into a mutual rhythm. He grips her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to bruise as he drives himself into her.
“Hah! Do not speak to me of the Tenets,” she says breathlessly.
Lumen grabs his hand and guides it to the apex of her thighs, and Arnbjorn pulls free of her grip with a snarl. He does follow her lead, however, and presses his thumb against her clit, drawing circles around the bud, his teeth bared in a feral grin when Lumen arches her back and gasps. She comes hard, her knees pressing into his sides, and her hips grinding into his.
Arnbjorn uses her distraction to his advantage, grabbing her by the waist and rolling her over so that he’s on top of her. She doesn’t seem to mind; the throes of an intense orgasm momentarily subduing the vicious Bosmer.
He gently slides his hands along her thighs, before roughly grabbing her behind the knees and forcing her legs open. Arnbjorn smirks at her confused expression, and bows to press his tongue between her folds. Lumen groans when he slides a finger inside, her sex still overly sensitive from her release.
He flattens his tongue against her clit, alternating between firm laps and feather-light flicks. Then latching onto the little bud with his lips and giving her a few steady sucks, feeling inordinately pleased at the squeaks he draws from her. Arnbjorn can hardly repress the shiver that runs through him at her whimpers; those soft, helpless sounds calling to his wolfish nature as strongly as the scent of blood would. It takes all his self-control not to use his teeth against her.
When her breathing falls out of rhythm, he knows she’s nearing her second release. He gives her clit one last teasing flick, and then he pulls away, her salty-sweet taste still lingering on his tongue.
“Arnbjorn you asshole,” she rasps, her voice strained in frustration as her orgasm ebbs away.
“Hey, I gave as good as I got, Tidbit,” he says, positioning himself between her legs and looming over her. Lumen opens her mouth to argue, but the only sound she’s able to make is a wordless cry when Arnbjorn enters her in a single, smooth thrust. He guides her legs around his waist, and Lumen hooks her ankles together, her heels digging painfully into the small of his back as he pounds into her.
“I know you can rut harder than this, sheepdog,” she murmurs, scraping her nails down his chest. Lumen’s eyes meet his in challenge - a challenge which Arnbjorn accepts - and he grits his teeth, ramming into her as hard and fast as he can. His muscles burn with effort, and every nerve ending alight as he nears his peak.
The sensation of his impending climax is almost as much of a reward as it is a relief. He’s so tightly wound, and he’s been hard and wanting for so long that it almost hurts.
It does not take long for Lumen to come again. Her legs tensing as her inner muscles clamp around him and milk his own release. Something inside of him, that wild primal part that is all wolf takes control. He lowers his head and bites her shoulder hard enough to pull a ragged scream from her. In turn, she digs her nails into his back as he spills inside of her, the force of his release tearing a vicious growl from him.
He doesn’t have time to bask in the afterglow, or even rest from his efforts. Lumen’s feet are pressing against his chest and pushing hard. Boneless from exertion, he falls away from her and right off the bed, landing gracelessly on the floor.
“What in the Void was that for?” he snarls. Naked, furious, and on all fours with his hair falling around his shoulders. Looking like the beast he always claims to be.
Lumen stretches languidly on the bed, as happy and relaxed as a Khajiit in a sunbeam. She grabs a cloth from the nightstand and tosses it to him. “Get cleaned up and go home to your wife - I’ll leave for Falkreath in the morning.”