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Re: "Reparations" Miraak/F!Dragonborn Part 3/?
Date: 2014-05-12 07:29 am (UTC)"Hello, Dragonborn. I'm glad you came," he said, slowly rising from his place at a nearby desk and strolling towards her. His mask was nowhere to be seen, allowing her to see the brief flicker of a smile in his features, and he quickly extended his hand.
"You waited for me?" was all she could think to say in response as he helped her to her feet. It was a strangely sweet gesture, she thought.
"Indeed." His hand lingered on hers before moving to her hip. "You're late, by the way."
A giddy satisfaction filled her at the thought of him actually looking forward to her arrival. "Am I?" She grinned, unexpectedly earning a harsh glare in return.
"Don't ever make me wait again." The grip on her hip tightened enough to bruise.
"Why? Do you have somewhere to be?" She knew it was probably not wise to provoke him, but she couldn’t help but wonder what he might do to her if he was angry. Thankfully, his expression softened, and the grip on her hip gradually relented.
"Such a smart little mouth." He bent down enough to bring his lips within inches of hers. "Perhaps I should show you a better use for it." Her lips parted in anticipation, but he shifted, leaving a trail of hot kisses along her jaw and throat. It was enough of a distraction that she didn’t notice how he slowly backed her across the room until her lower back bumped into the desk.
Miraak shoved her backwards, sending ruined books and clusters of soul gems clattering to the floor. Soon her boots were carelessly tossed across the room, and Arya struggled out of her tunic while he roughly yanked her leggings down her calves. The sharp contrast of his aggressive behavior in comparison to the initial detachment of their last encounter was not lost on her, though she couldn’t help but wonder what had changed.
The abrupt exposure to the chilly air brought her attention straight to the wetness between her legs, and Miraak’s intent perusal only made it worse. No one had ever looked at her that way, not with such unconcealed hunger. In retrospect, she supposed that was why her marriage to Farkas had lasted less than a year, but she shoved the thought aside as Miraak slipped his gloved hand between her thighs.
His pace was frantic, and she was not ready for such an assault. It was too much. She whined incoherently, and struggled to pull his hand away, to no avail. He only moved faster.
“Who was that Dunmer with you today?” He gripped both of her wrists in his other hand, holding them above her head, as he growled just inches from her ear. She thrashed, but he maintained his frenzied pace, drawing a conflicted cry from her.
“W-why? What does it matter?” It was incredibly difficult to think when it felt like her entire being was focused in her sex.
He slipped a digit inside, rapidly pumping it in and out as his thumb continued the assault on her clit. “Because you belong to me.” His finger curled inside her, roughly stroking the spot he knew would make her buck against him. “Who was he?” Another finger joined the first, and he ducked down to nip at her breast.
Despite her blissful stupor, everything about his behavior started to make sense. “So that’s why you’re acting so…” He interrupted her with a hard bite on the shoulder and rough, circular stroke inside, drawing another long moan.
“Who was he?” he asked again, punctuating each word with a harsh thrust.
“Just a mercenary I hired in Raven Rock,” she groaned. “He’s a friend, nothing more.”
“You swear?” His teeth grazed her earlobe.
“I swear.” She bucked her hips against his hand. She was so close.
Re: "Reparations" Miraak/F!Dragonborn Part 3/?
Date: 2014-05-12 03:28 pm (UTC)Re: "Reparations" Miraak/F!Dragonborn Part 3/?
Date: 2014-05-12 07:25 pm (UTC)Re: "Reparations" Miraak/F!Dragonborn Part 3/?
Date: 2014-05-13 05:31 am (UTC)