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Some Dwemer Ruins 1/2
Date: 2014-01-29 08:44 am (UTC)---
“Here?” Serana asked, feeling the Dragonborn’s hand grab a handful of her ass out of the blue.
She turned back to raise an eyebrow at him, but all she got was a rough shove into the metal bars separating them from a drop farther into the Dwemer ruin. Serana grabbed them two of them as she felt the Dragonborn’s insistent hands all over her backside, pulling her skirt up out of the way. She smiled as well, after-fight fucks were when the Dragonborn was at his best, full of adrenaline and testosterone.
A cold, gauntleted hand reached up to grab the band of her pants, ripping them down hard and exposing her pale flesh to the cave air, warmed by the steam jets, before disappearing, along with the hand squeezing her waist tight. Turning around, half bent-over with her pants around her knees, she watched the Dragonborn struggle to remove his gauntlets, flinging them away in his haste before scrabbling his thick fingers at his belt buckles. His eyes were downturned, trying to concentrate on the impossible task of removing a best, but the need for her was still visible. His breathing was deep, and Serana felt her heart rate quicken as he looked up at her, a wild fury in his eyes as he managed to get his codpiece off and free his thick cock from the confines of his smallclothes.
She started to speak, but was cut off in a gasp the Dragonborn grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked back, stepping forward and dipping his hips to align himself with her wet entrance at the same time. Rubbing the hot head of his cock along the length of her slit twice, he found her entrance after a few breaths, and eased into her.
Serana held her breath for a second as he began entering her, before it came out in a gasp as she felt him stretching her. He eased out before sliding back in a little further, coating himself with her wetness. The hand that had guided him into her went to her waist, his fingers digging into her as he pulled her hips down onto him, sinking himself deeper.
A few short, slow strokes later, he was fully inside of her, stretching her and rubbing everywhere. Serana’s own breath was quickening, she could feel, along with the Dragonborn’s, who leaned over her, his fingers still tangled in her hair.
“You wanted it just as much as I did,” he muttered, distracted, as she was, by their joining.
Serana didn’t care to answer, as the Dragonborn pulled himself nearly all the way out of her before rushing his hips up to meet hers, pulling her down by his grip on her hips at the same time, and little else mattered to the two of them. The Dragonborn started a fast, punishing, rhythm, panting at the exertion as Serana tightened her grip on the bars and bit her lower lip to stop from screaming. Lydia was somewhere in the ruins, no need to alarm her.
With her head turned to the side, one cheek resting on the cold metal, the Dragonborn saw her bit lip and her resistance, and took it as a challenge. Like he did with everything. Letting go of her hair, he grabbed both of her hips and started pounding Serana with all of his strength. Serana jolted with the force and gave a muffled squeak at the intensity, pushing off of the bars so they didn’t dig into her face.
The Dragonborn’s fingers dug even deeper into her hips, curling around her hipbones as he thrust back and forth for all he was worth, jamming their hips together and driving himself as far into her as he could. His heavy panting had turned ragged, but he continued on, gamely, as the pleasure mounted for Serana, tightening everything in her stomach and starting to send tingles up her spine and down her legs.
Her nipples scraped against the rough cloth of her clothes as the Dragonborn messily shoved himself into her, some of Serana’s juices leaking onto her pants as the Dragonborn pulled her hips up and towards him with every thrust. The ridge of his cockhead scraped all of her spots, sending jolts through her with every thrust that blended together as the Dragonborn kept to his grueling, rapid, pace.
Re: Some Dwemer Ruins 2/2
Date: 2014-01-29 08:45 am (UTC)The Dragonborn gave a momentary burst of effort, pulling Serana onto himself hard, pushing deep into her, and Serana felt herself tip over the edge, the first wave of pleasure racing through her, curling her toes in her boots and leaving her mouth open as the Dragonborn continued thrusting into her. She loved it when he continued through her cumming, amplifying everything she was feeling before releasing his cum inside of her.
She felt the warm splurt of liquid and the hard, final thrust that signaled the Dragonborn’s finish, and reveled in the waves still coursing through her and the Dragonborn’s rhythmic expansions and pulses of cum into her. Her legs tingling and shaking, the Dragonborn lowered her hips back down, letting her feet support her own weight as his muscles burned from holding her up for so long.
His hands crashed onto the bars next to her own as he leaned forward, relaxing slightly, as they both tried to catch their breath, Serana still trying to figure out where her legs were. She felt his hot breath on her neck as he rested his sweat-beaded head against her neck.
“You shouldn’t…talk bad… about heavy armor,” he said in-between taking great breaths, “It’s what…gives me…the strength to do that.”
Serana rolled her eyes at his combative bait, ignoring it. Sounds behind them made them freeze, however, remembering they were still in a Dwemer ruin.
“You better have some strength left over, as well as saved some for me,” came a husky voice from behind them.
They shuffle-turned, a little awkward and rigid. Lydia sat, legs spread, on a stone Dwemer table, one hand supporting her, the other buried in her waistband, rubbing herself in a frenzy.
“I thought about rolling one of those Dwemer ball things into scare you, but couldn’t be bothered. Besides, now I want some,” Lydia demanded, withdrawing a wet hand and hopping off the table.
Stalking over to where they stood, Lydia shoved her two wet middle fingers into Serana’s mouth, tilting her head to the side to expose her neck. Biting it just hard enough to send a twinge through Serana’s core, Lydia raised her mouth to Serana’s ear.
“And you get punished for taking him first.”
Serana could only nod and dutifully lick Lydia’s juices off of her fingers as she awaited her punishment.
Re: Some Dwemer Ruins 2/2
Date: 2014-02-03 10:48 am (UTC)Re: Some Dwemer Ruins 2/2
Date: 2014-02-17 07:27 pm (UTC)