A password : This is a fan-fiction of The elder Scrolls V : Skyrim. The warriors within have just finished clearing out Embershard Mine, not far from Riverwood, and are experiencing their desires for each other. offspring Betty Webb is a magus of Bruma, while Daniel is a native of Skyrim and one of the fellow traveler. The part you are about to read is a destiny of a much larger fan-fiction which is currently in the fashioning. As a disavowal, I own none of the book of facts, and anything representing people in the real world is entirely coincident. I thank you for reading and hope you enjoy.


Using a bare shirt wrapped around his handwriting, he grabbed the large cauldron of stew off the firing, setting it down nearby and sprinkling in some Strategic Arms Limitation Talks from a spice pot above the flame. He stirred it in with some herbs Betty had found then dished it all out. Some Fly genus Amanita grew nearby, and he picked off several stalks after examining the crop. The wild I were rarely good, but they'd gotten lucky with these item few. He dunked them into the swither, using them as bitable spoon, the lamella holding stock that spilled over across the tongue. He groaned at the taste, and Betty smiled, taking a expectant helping. She also grabbed some of the ale that they'd found, several feeding bottle, in fact, passing two to Daniel, but keeping the rest for herself.
She ate and drank quite a bit, sufficiency that Daniel believed she was drunk. He removed his gauntlet and kick not long after, setting them in the pile with his armor. The roll provided some padding between his ass and the John Rock, but not enough for it to be considered truly comfortable. He polished off the lastly of the prepare stew and the mushrooms they'd found, then lay back with his eyes closed, staring at the rocks above them.
"So, Betty : were you with the imperial mages back in Cyrodil ?"he asked.
"Well, yeah,"she said with her oral fissure half-full."I had to study somehow. I pretended to agree with their philosophical system, but secretly studied more than they would give liked. I constantly exceeded their expectations that way, but always had to hide my dependable affinities. I also studied under a high-elf alchemical Guru. The man was bewilder, taught me about something called Nirnroot, and its dimension. He had to accept been nearing the end of his half-millennium living when he departed for Skyrim."
"What was he looking for here ?"the declamatory warrior asked curiously.
"Something he called the crimson Nirnroot,"she shrugged."Said it was in a blank space called Blackreach. It's supposed to be some ultra-secret meshwork of caves spanning the entirety of the province that the dwarves used at the stature of their civilization."
"I've heard of it,"Daniel admitted."Largely a legend, considering no one has been able to get past the Falmer to explore the profundity. And it appears to require some variety of firmament that's to be attuned to their detail harmonic resonations, sending out a sign to operate something. I've never heard of anyone able-bodied to create a sphere with the proper attunement, but perhaps your friend found one : potential some crazed mage searching for forgotten knowledge."
Betty was speechless for a here and now before she frowned,"How did you pull off to tidings that ? I thought you were supposed to be some sorting of dumb warrior-brute."
"My female parent was interested in magical properties, and figured that, even though I showed no aptitude for it, I should know something of it to help protect myself,"he shrugged,"that, and I'm particularly fascinated with the dwarf. Their armament was hardy than anything I've ever seen. I believe the metal is a combination of in force passee steel, corundum and amber. The job is, no one can find the proper proportioning to re-create this alloy. I'm close to unlocking the secret : I can palpate it in my bones."
"How did you make that shield ?"Betty asked."Not to mention your blade."
"wellspring, some explorer found dwemer swagger and a few satisfying metallic element blocks, and gave them to Calcelmo, who heard I was looking for particular to gain dwarven armor, and offered them to me in exchange for a overhaul,"he shrugged."I heard that the detail were of optimum strength when combined with both Fe and steel, and used that. It turns out that just one of the early metal bar each combined with two or three dwarven-metal ingots makes particular of astounding strong point. You just have to sense it all together, then form it, chip at it, temper it."
"You really are a full blacksmith, aren't you, Dan ?"
"wellspring, I'm not a master, but I am undecomposed enough to make Ebony, if that counts as good,"he shrugged."I also have experience fashioning and tempering Elven and that green Glass stuff."
"So you don't just do heavy armament ?"she asked skeptically.
"Eorlund has been helping me,"Book of Daniel admitted."Vilkas and Skjor were the single to help me learn my scrimmage combat skills, Aela taught me how to use a bow, and now Eorlund is teaching me how to take a crap and maintain these things for myself. For instance, to quicken a notched artillery, you heat up a small part of metal and insert it into the pass, heat the entire blade, then hammer all the alloy hard, to make it keep back tightly. The plot melds almost seamlessly with the original, and you have a continuous, sharp edge."
"Well, I guess you really do have a go at it what you're doing, don't you ?"Betty laughed."I've never heard anyone explain it so thoroughly."
"I don't think there's any other way to do things but thoroughly,"Daniel shrugged."And, well, Eorlund is, arguably, the outdo Joseph Smith in Skyrim. I say arguably because Skyrim is home to many good, solidness Nord blacksmiths, each saying they're as well or better, and that the familiar'Smith is only the better due to his proficient fortune. The Skyforge behind the station is, in all honesty, the previous thing in Skyrim : its uncovering led to the mead-hall Jorrvaskr and the Companions'base of command itself. Not to cite their weaponry."
"So every familiar uses a weapon system made from the Skyforge ?"Betty asked.
"well, not necessarily uses, but for every confluence with a node, we wear our Skyforge Steel munition,"he admitted."The magical properties of the forge seem to work only on steel weapons and armors, holding the metal's writing crocked than with a normal smithy. However, it does work on other metals : my buckler, sword and mace were made in the Skyforge's firing. They've never required maintenance."
"That's astounding,"Betty said softly."Do I get a weapon… ?"
"fountainhead, you have to go on your visitation, first,"Book of Daniel shrugged."Afterwards, Kodlak will dictate to Eorlund that he will work you a weapon of your choosing. So long as it has a blade, he can throw it. Blunt weapons are something the Skyforge does not affect all that much, sadly enough. That's why I prefer to use the harder, rarer metallic element of pitch black, or even the Dwarven stuff : doesn't hurt that they're squeamish to look at, either."
"That is true,"Betty agreed."But why doesn't the Skyforge affect blunt object, like macebearer and warhammers ?"
Daniel sat up to meet the woman's eyes as he explained,"Well, my hypothesis is that few warriors liked the mace when the smithy was created : it's slow, off-balance, and heavy, like goes for the larger warhammers. That, and armor was rarely as covering as it is in this era, according to virtually scholars the Dwemer were the first to make out up with full-body heavy armament. Some would mistake them for their creations, the automatons. In any event, since armor wasn't so covering, there were numerous weak full stop, some thin, some thick, that would be best exploited by a well-aimed slice from a blade or axe, rather than bashed in with a numb flange, or heavy head.
"Now, however, armor can get across virtually the entirety of one's physical structure, with the exceptions of articulation, though those can be covered with Sir Ernst Boris Chain, as I've done with my own armament. A severely straits can effectively plow a man's protection into his enemy. Cave in the chest-plate enough, an enemy can't get the breath he needs. Smash a cuticle with the foreland of a warhammer, you have the power to indent it, or even shatter it, rendering it entirely useless. Blunt weapon system have the potential to move around an enemy's cracking asset, such as their hard, thick armor plating, into their unaccented point. You merely have to wait for an opening… or create one with a well-timed bash."
"Your reasoning is voice,"the red head nodded."But what about when a lightly-armored bandit comes at you ? You are at a disadvantage then, lugging around the heavy equipment you seem to favor, Dan."
"well, yes, I suppose that would seem to be the case. But, with that added weighting, as long as my shield is in the right military position, I can block anything and barely be moved. I let the lightly-armored man or woman do their dance, slashing and bashing against my overall mass and, when they lose their energy, I deliver a bash during an flak, knocking them off balance. This can be followed up with an overhead smash, or a crescent strike, or even a horizontal slash. With their bound protection, even in that meth stuff that lightly armored the great unwashed tend to draw a bead on to get, I can ruin them in a matter of a few hits. I will take that, if someone gets in my blind pip, I'll have an issue turning to meet the strike, but my gear has taken collision before, and come through pretty well intact. Might get staggered or have a silicon chip to mould out, but I won't feel much more than a bruise."
"And what if a mage like myself attacks ?"Betty asked, leaning back.
"Well,"Book of the Prophet Daniel had to conceive for a few moment,"with the correct enchantment, I can negate your offense magic. I have been working on doing something to that issue. The familiar keep getting a lot of complaints about scalawag mages and atronachs, but when we try to require them down it's risky, seeing as few of our number employ defensive attitude trick. I'm one of the few who sees illusion's voltage to make warriors potent than ever. Even the study of the magic of plant life, alchemy, can increase a individual's resilience, strength, toughness, and even enhance their knowledge for a brusk prison term. Though, if I voiced my notion, I might be cast from their number."
"Why would they cast you out for saying what you believe ?"the mage asked."Surely mass are allowed to give voice to their impression here ?"
"For the most share, yes,"the warrior nodded slowly,"but the comrade will not embrace magic into their lives… something about the purity and strong suit of armed combat, or some such frill. illusion has been around long before Man or Mer were even an idea, let alone a civilization. The prison term of Legend, where our honest-to-god level come from, was riddled with magic more potent than that commanded by all the men and mer since combined into a whole. And let us not forget of the first base records of history, in the clock time of Almalexia, or even further back, when Talos and Ysgramor set out from Atmora to claim new lands."
"You are not a mere brute, it would seem. You have some semblance of intellect hidden away behind those lovely eyes of yours."
"well, I am certain it is nothing in comparison to your own intelligence information. After all, there is only so much a man can do it when he is a consecrated warrior, travelling from one end of the province to the early clip after time."
"Aye, but staying in one lieu does not cater a person with the real-world experience needed to survive in such harsh terrain."
The conversation broke off as Daniel took the time to cease off his repast while it still had some warmth to it. A few minutes later, he set the pipe bowl down and lay on the paradiddle, staring up at the ceiling in a contemplative quiet. Betty took the time to salute more, stopping not long after, as she felt about to break. She'd been beginning to slur her words closer to the end of their conversation, swaying slightly, as if her center of balance was constantly in move. She moved over, closer to her companion, so that he could see her.
"So, differentiate me, outstanding Companion, do you have a char you fancy ?"she was teasing while lightly circling a digit around the center of his chest, stroking the leather.
"A woman I fancy ?"the male questioned with a raised eyebrow."One might say that, aye. One might also take note that I am… unattached, or, as I hear it is said, free to bonk and lust after whomever I see fit."
"And who is this woman that has struck your fancy, hmm ?"
"Well, she's not from here,"he admitted."She comes from the south, beyond the Jerrall Mountains. She's a reasonably thing, slight shorter than myself, hair red like a fire's flame and optic like the plug used in Akaviri sculpture. Quite a endearing combination, I must admit. However, it would not be appropriate for me to tell her openly, as we've only met recently."
"She sounds like a truly… do-able woman,"Betty said softly.
"Aye,"he nodded, a smile formed on his lips before he turned to bet at his companion."What of yourself ? A fine-looking womanhood like you should take no hassle finding suitors."
"In all money plant, I do not much like the society of men, though I do apprize the… form they were given,"Betty told him."There is this one… by the Eight ; he's built like a rampart ! unanimous brawn from top to fathom, with a jaw like an anvil, and his eyes are quite nice to reckon at, a mixture of brown, with brilliantly blueness and pine-green stripe. But he's not a pretty-boy : ruggedly handsome would be the topper description, dark-haired in this land of blond, pale men and women. I just don't know if he is interested, and I do not savour making a mug of myself."
"Well, I can not speak for this man, but I know that I am concern,"Daniel whispered, turning to lay on his position, elbow propped against the bedroll's slightly boneheaded end, shaped for a chief, while he took her hand and brought it to his sassing, flicking his tongue against her palm.
"You are that man,"Betty said, her voice just as placid, husky."And, while I can not speak for the adult female you are concern in, I know that I am."
"You are the woman I wish,"he told her quietly.
"trade good,"Betty's brim curled into a grin, and she moved closer. Her hand, the one at Daniel's mouth, crept low-toned, grazing against his chest, down the upstanding wall of his abdomen, to cup his crotch.
The with child warrior gasped in surprisal, looking down before looking back up at Betty, his gaze a smolder of desire. The woman licked her sass at the fire she saw burning there, just waiting to be put out by her, by the wetness of both her lot of lips. She stroked her palm against the stimulation between her partner's legs, leaning forward at the Saami clock time as he did, his hand moving up along her arm so he could unhook her strong-armer, removing it so her hair spilled freely. His digit coiled in the expanse of red plait, to bring her sass to his. At number 1 the buss was slow, an exploration and a question in one.
The woman answered with the Saami heat and thirst that could be seen in Daniel's heart. He drew her closer, bringing their soundbox together slowly. He rolled onto his cover, dragging her atop him. Betty's thigh parted, and she lay with one leg on the outside of his soundbox, the other between his brawny thigh, leaving her center above the muscular limb. He lifted his leg to toil his second joint against her, to which she responded by thrusting, as if to stroke herself against his leg. Betty leaned back, the movement followed by Daniel, who didn't want their physical structure parted for long, separated though they were by the few bed of leather.
He began pulling at the ties up the sides of the leather chestpiece, releasing shoulder shoulder strap to cast off the spaulders and unbuckling the weapons belt that held up her arming doll. Betty moved to pee this sluttish, revealing the fur thong that kept the core of slick heat awaiting him from being out in the open. Book of the Prophet Daniel's workforce stroked over her thighs slowly, thumbs caressing the bunching muscles, admiring the smooth, diffuse skin. His own hands were rough, the severely callouses on them a stark contrast.
"By Talos,"he whispered,"are you this soft everywhere ?"
"Why don't you find out ?"she asked breathlessly. Already his touch, just the easy way he brushed fingerbreadth over her cutis, was setting the rest of her ablaze, goose pimple rising as practically from the chill air as the anticipation.
"I plan to,"he said in a confident tone.
He found the parting of her armour and slid it over her head teacher, his tongue stroking along the boundary of his tooth. He was eager to see what was in store, and it didn't disappoint : gentle, milky-white Earth of flesh hidden behind circles of leather held up with shoulder strap, a design he found unknown, yet pragmatic. He leaned forward and kissed the top of each breast, making a circle with his tongue before kissing once more. He nibbled at the soft flesh, his paw stroking over her middle, around to her sides, then her back, lifting to find where the buckle was.
As the strap came loose, he expected her glorious white meat to droop a fair bit, but they didn't, to his surprise. Yes, they dropped a duet inches, but not as much as he expected, making him lick his lip at how full and luscious they looked. The soft, pale pink of her tit was in perfect match with the beautiful color of the residual of her skin, picket and delightfully untouched-looking. His paw moved back down to her hips and he looked up into her centre, though the angle wasn't much.
"Whose idea was that little thing ?"he asked curiously. As a Kathryn Elizabeth Smith and general manufacturer of affair, it piqued his curiosity.
"My mother's,"Betty whispered."Hers were boastfully at a young age, and girdle were uncomfortable, so she made it. I'll answer more later… just, please… touch me."
Daniel groaned,"Yes…"
His workforce went back up again, and he cupped the vauntingly earth in his manpower, leaning forward and flicking his tongue at the concentrated crown of one titty. It rewarded him by puckering, so he did it again and again, a combining of curious and excited. His touch was unpracticed, for the near part, but still she responded by moving her hips back and Forth River against his thigh. He turned his attention to the other mamilla, doing the like, and then circling the miserly bit of flesh with his tongue, as though he were licking honey off one of those odd serving utensils.
Betty's finger clenched in his hair, pulling him closer, practically shoving his brass into her breasts as she sawed her rose hip, back and forth, against the corded muscles of his leg. Everything he did to her, while seemingly unpracticed, a minuscule clumsy, was done confidently, with the aim of pleasing her. Her back arched and her finger's breadth clawed at the broad expanse that was his shoulders. She could hardly move him, even if she wanted to, but she could get that damn under-armor off him. With fast, certain movements, she undid the tie-up going down his back without his having to move before she peeled the fur-lined leather off his torso, and unfolded it from his back.
Daniel had to list back in order to get it off his weapon, letting her hooking the power train off, the heating plant it provided seeming to choke him. He felt so warm, like he was ablaze inside, and knew that only the woman before him would be able to extinguish the flames, slake his lust, which felt like a throat, parched from a day's work without swallow. He felt fingers stroking along his tegument, nails scraping at flesh, which rose in goose pimple, just as hers had under his caresses. He shivered slightly, and then drew her against him, wanting to palpate the softness of her skin against the hard, wind-roughened expanse of his body.
Betty was all but quiver : he looked positively appetizing with just his skin stretched over the breadth of his torso. She would lick all over it later, let her mouth and lingua explore the hard quad and the angle of dip, the edges and ravines that decorated every smooth cut between muscularity. His chest was decorated with tomentum, which thinned into a triangle, dipping below the waist of his leather rear of barrel, leaving her wondering what that little path might lead to… The last of those thoughts were wiped out when he took her nipple between his backtalk and suckled softly.
Book of the Prophet Daniel knew what he wanted… bang where it was located, but didn't want to stop exploring her. Instead, he rolled without moving from his spot, pinning Betty beneath him. He moved so that, rather than one leg being between both of hers, his entire torso rested between the welcoming expanse of her thighs. He let one hand run along her leg, the soft skin seeming to be never-ending, a long surface area interrupted by only by the blow of her kneecap. Otherwise it was as smooth as a baby's rear.
Betty loved how her lover seemed to enjoy running his hands all over her body, the rough decoration and fingers almost feather-light, reverent, as they touched her. Her back arched and she stroked her hips forward against the prominent bulge in his leather breeches, wresting a groan from the otherwise whole, implacable rampart that radiated rut and desire. She decided, on the smear, that she wanted to know what those breeches hid, what this man's manhood looked like, and so set to freeing his peter. The tie at the front undid rather easily, and since his weapons smash was already off, there was goose egg to do but delve into the material and take hold… of what felt like a third leg ! She drew the thick, meaty area out and had to prick her lowly lip at the looking at of him. He wasn't extremely long, but still had a safe breadth to him : something that would stretch her.
When he felt the tie-up being pulled at the front of his waistline, Daniel had stopped his exploration to watch the womanhood's reaction. Her questing fingers wrapping around his full, engorged fellow member made him hiss in a breathing spell, but the way her eyes widened, getting huge, made him almost smirk. The mickle of her lingua darting out to lick along her full, kissable backtalk made his length twitch, which earned him a throaty giggle. By the Daedra… seeing her looking at him like that, like she just wanted to eat all of him slowly, to savour him, was almost too much for his ascendancy to care, but still he waited. She stroked from tip to base, rolling back the skin to expose the full, mat head of his cock, which she feathered with her ovolo. His eyes closed and he groaned, letting out the phone low in his throat.
"Do you care what you see ?"he asked softly.
"It looks like it might hurt… like it might stretch me out… but I want it… by the Nine, I want it,"Betty told him, her phonation soft, almost like she was speaking to herself.
"It'll be yours soon…"Book of the Prophet Daniel started to say, only to be cut off when Betty pushed him back onto his back, his legs moving straight out. The roll was, thankfully, long enough to encompass the motion, but the immediate stop had jerked his hair back so he felt air on the steer of his ears, which were pointed ever so slightly. Soft fingertips touched the right ear and he averted his middle : the Mer weren't made to mix with Man, and yet his father had found love in his female parent's arms. He'd be granted an extra C of spirit, most likely.
"That's why you cover your ear,"Betty whispered."What kind ?"
"Wood-elf,"he answered honestly."It accounts for my dark hair and eyes, and the slight tan of my skin."
"It looks safe on you,"Daniel heard, then Betty flicked her spit against the tip, which was almost as sore as about others'earlobes.
He groaned and Betty smiled, happy to crap him draw a blank what he was about to say, while she slowly nibbled along his jaw before she fused her lips to his. The gentle, moist pelt merged, and he brought her close with one hand, forcing her to release her brain slightly so that their olfactory organ weren't crushed together. She stroked along his lips with her tongue, flicking it lightly, never removing her one handwriting from his thick distance, though she leaned slightly to one side to collapse him room. Even the one who assaulted her hadn't been built like this, and the only other man she'd had since then was no mates in any way. Daniel's tongue darted out to take on hers, and the musculus twined together, stroking, dancing, moving to a tempo they both found easily.
Book of Daniel was disappointed, almost to the peak of following, when Betty's brim left his, but when he felt her begin the trail of kisses down his chest, he was powerless to do anything but watch. He braced his organic structure up on his elbows, angling his torso. Her clapper teased the cuts between each set of abs dim, tracing with a thoroughness that surprised him. He didn't know what she found so special… deity above ! He felt the kiss planted on the side of his dick like her mouth were made of lightning, or filled with the conjuration that he knew she could command at a whimsy. Her tongue came out once again and she stroked, side to side along the underside of his spear's haft, down to the base, and lower berth, to the sac containing the most tender part of his body. He shivered, then gasped when she nipped, his hands fisting in the fur covering the roll. His caput fell back as he felt her suck one orb into her rima oris, his pelvis lifting when he felt the tug at his mortise joint, letting her draw down his knickers entirely, leaving him au naturel and all but panting on the roll.
Betty reveled in the way this man responded to her tinge, as if he felt every cold-shoulder pressure as acutely as if it were ten times harder. She nuzzled at the deep appendage in front of her while she rolled his teste around in her mouth, giving a cold-shoulder tug on it before letting it pop from her mouth. Her clapper slowly stroked along the nervure that was most prominent, from base to tip, swirling around slowly, her hand stroking the shaft while the head got her sass's devotion. His brim parted to secrete low groan, diffuse audio of storm pleasure, which only made her do more. She parted her lips and let them envelop the tip of his dick, letting them catch under the head while she gave a little pull, flicking her tongue over the small slit that leaked sweet-tasting succus. Her head dropped slowly, inch by inch, drawing back a little before pushing further.
Daniel knew that, if he never saw the realm of a god, he'd call this Eden, this moment, with this cleaning woman, who seemed to hunger for him intensely. He felt her lips crawling down his shaft, until her throat closed suddenly around the head of his cock, letting him acknowledge where he was. He could hardly believe it : he'd heard of such things, but never expected it to find as baffle as his supporter'boasting made it out to be. It was better by far. His articulatio coxae thrusting, and he felt Betty's pharynx convulse in a slight gag around the tip, clenching and releasing. She wasn't far from the fundament, and he hoped that she'd try to go all the way… which she did, suddenly, arching forward and pushing her nose into the curls around the foot of his length. He wouldn't live on long, he knew that for certain, if nothing else.
Betty could hardly believe she had managed to take that integral manly spear into her sass, especially considering the few inches that were in her throat, closing off her respiratory tract deliciously. She slowly drew back, then bobbed her head down again after a quick breathing spell. She heard the man she was pleasuring bead, his head falling back as a paw tightened in her whisker, pressing down on her head slightly, as if to keep her there, before he let it fall back to the bedroll. She smiled mentally, before letting out a low moan as she sucked, pulling her sass back inch by in until she almost released the thick prick between her lips, only to squeeze her face down onto it again, shaking her capitulum as she gagged. Her throat tightened, released, and tightened again, making that big shaft sense even more stately than it already was.
Daniel could barely breathe through the pressure in his bureau, every bm felt acutely through his mind, through his body. He clenched his fist, Betty's heading bobbing up and down, slowly at first, just taking the first few column inch while she stroked at the base with one hand, the former toying with his sac and the orbs contained within. Her mouth made a pin-up cocktail dress, and he managed to watch her workings, wonder filling what part of his brainiac was still subject of rational number sentiment, even as it filled with mounting pleasure. He could feel that release coming along rather quickly, and would have warned her, but when he opened his mouth, he only got out her public figure before he erupted, a cry issuing forth.
Betty had wondered what he was about to say for all of a half second, then she felt it : an burst of creamy, salty goodness that coated her mouth. She'd only had this bump once or twice before, but never in such rich amount, like she'd released a floodgate. She struggled to eat up it, eventually pulling back, spluttering slightly. Fortunately, it had almost been finished, so the last bit was easily cleaned off Book of Daniel's rotating shaft while he lay there, panting, his back still slightly arched, fists clenching and unclenching.
When he got his breathing space back, Daniel smiled apologetically,"Tried to let you know… you have my apologies, if they're necessary."
"They're not,"Betty murmured with her eyelid at half-mast.
She stood up while he watched her, undoing the ties to her thong, letting the movement fall outdoors to divulge the soft crease of her pussy. She could see the thirsty gaze of her companion move over that scissure slowly, examining it, and let him, before stepping up, moving so that when she knelt, she hovered over his cock, which was only semi-hard, lying against his belly. kinda than let him recuperate, she slowly moved her hips back and Forth River, stroking her wily cunt against it, letting the outer lips envelop him in moistness, then stroking him slowly, feeling him temper once again. But she wasn't the just one who wanted to please her.
Daniel pushed again after Betty had settled over him, lowering her to the roll, his second joint under her, lifting her articulatio coxae slightly so he had to manoeuver his midst, hungry cock down to pierce her. His blade found a sheath, warm and wet, slowly piercing it, while Betty gasped, her head falling back and her workforce wrapping about his wrists. He threaded their finger together, tying her paw up beside her head, leaning over her as he progressed, pushing deeper with low, slow CVA of his hips. Betty let out flaccid gasp, almost piffling wail sounds, all the while her rose hip stroked against his, urging him to progress further in a way more backstair than any Good Book ever could be. He groaned, drawing back slowly, then pushing in as far as he could, her tight eubstance encompassing his thick spear perfectly.
Betty could hardly trust how she was acting, thrusting at the cock that penetrated her, begging to be stretched, filling her up oh-so-nicely, completely. She felt slightly trapped, her manpower held as they were, but didn't intellect the feeling, his body looming over hers, covering her, filling her. He released her hands, and she wasted no metre in gripping his shoulders, fingers digging into the thin, yet hard, veneer of muscle over bone. She whispered for more, her face coloring slightly, but he just bit his lip, leaning forward and kissing her hungrily.
Daniel knew what he wanted, what they both wanted, and so he slowly drew back, then pushed into Betty's body again, finding a slow, easy pace that fit what he desired at that consequence : to bask their contact lens. This wasn't satisfactory, though : he felt more than heard a wordless plea, asking him to go for broke, but he wouldn't, not yet. With leisurely solidus, he built up the force per unit area inside his new cocktail dress, though Betty's cries were lost in his mouth. He drew back, curling his body up to kiss over her breasts again, flicking at the tight buds of her nipples with his tongue, tasting her skin. He could feel his own pleasance mounting, but before it registered, he heard a cry so loud it rang through the caves, a scream of womanly pleasure, paired with the feeling of liquidness spattered over his second joint and a spastic gripping of his entire calamus, like a fist was clenching and releasing repeatedly. He wasted no time in speeding up, suddenly changing step in a few quick thrusts. He was pumping her eagerly, taking her with nil held back, drive after thrust of the spear buried cryptical inside her, milking her orgasm.
Betty couldn't help how garish she was : she couldn't believe that he'd gotten her to cum with such behind, measured motion. It must have something to do with the position : the way he was taking her with her hip elevated on his second joint made the head of his cock stroke the bulwark of her pussy, and shake up a bit none had ever been able to reach before. Yet he did… over and over, with each still throw. But as soon as that shattering coming had come about, she'd felt the pace modification, and now her cries were more constant, almost blending into a unity, unlined shriek. He'd just made her cum, but already he was bringing her back to the brink again, and so quickly.
Daniel's hips went as fast as he could urge them and still make a full, powerful thrust, skin slapping against cutis, and little squelching sounds issuing from the join between the dyad. He was so close… just a few more… and Betty came around him for the sec sentence, screaming once again. His own cry was lost in the echoes of hers, his length shuddering as he released spurt after spurt of his orgasmic fluid into her. His hips kept pushing into her for a telephone number more poke, his mind hardly linked to the body it inhabited, its conscious thought lost among the stars. He slowly managed to locomote, rolling onto his back and drawing Betty with him.
It was he who got his breath back first, and only long enough to say one password,"Whoa."
Betty, breathless though she was, managed a lenient giggle at that, her middle closed as she tried to get her nerve rate to slow up. She felt sated, yet she wasn't tired quite yet, though the fill feeling that radiated through her, not to name the pleasant aching beginning to grow in the spot between her thighs, gave her an almost lethargic feel. She nuzzled into Daniel's chest, closing her heart as his duration, while still inside her, loosened, spent .