A word : This is a fan-fiction of The elder ringlet 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 Book of the Prophet Daniel is a aborigine of Skyrim and one of the Companions. The percentage you are about to read is a portion of a much large fan-fiction which is currently in the making. As a disclaimer, I own none of the point of reference, and anything representing people in the existent world is entirely coincidental. I thank you for reading and hope you enjoy.


Using a supernumerary shirt wrapped around his hand, he grabbed the boastfully cauldron of stew off the flame, setting it down nearby and sprinkling in some salt from a spiciness pot above the flaming. He stirred it in with some herbaceous plant Betty had found then serve it all out. Some Fly Amanita grew nearby, and he picked off respective stalks after examining the crop. The furious 1 were rarely just, but they'd gotten favourable with these detail few. He dunked them into the stew, using them as bitable spoonful, the lamella holding broth that spilled over across the tongue. He groaned at the taste, and Betty smiled, taking a large helping. She also grabbed some of the ale that they'd found, various bottles, in fact, passing two to Book of the Prophet Daniel, but keeping the repose for herself.
She ate and drank quite a bit, enough that Daniel believed she was drunk. He removed his gantlet and flush not long after, setting them in the pile with his armour. The roll provided some padding between his ass and the rock, but not enough for it to be considered truly comfortable. He polished off the terminal of the prepared 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.
"wellspring, yeah,"she said with her mouth half-full."I had to pick up somehow. I pretended to harmonize with their philosophy, but secretly studied more than they would suffer liked. I constantly exceeded their anticipation that way, but always had to blot out my confessedly affinities. I also studied under a high-elf alchemical guru. The man was amazing, taught me about something called Nirnroot, and its holding. He had to have been nearing the end of his half-millennium lifetime when he departed for Skyrim."
"What was he looking for here ?"the enceinte warrior asked curiously.
"Something he called the Crimson Nirnroot,"she shrugged."Said it was in a place called Blackreach. It's supposed to be some ultra-secret net of caves spanning the entirety of the province that the nanus used at the height of their civilization."
"I've heard of it,"Book of Daniel admitted."Largely a caption, considering no one has been able to get past the Falmer to explore the depths. And it appears to require some sort of sphere that's to be attuned to their particular harmonic resonations, sending out a signaling to operate something. I've never heard of anyone able-bodied to create a firmament with the proper attunement, but perhaps your friend found one : likely some crazed mage searching for forgotten knowledge."
Betty was speechless for a moment before she frowned,"How did you care to word that ? I thought you were supposed to be some sort of dumb warrior-brute."
"My mother was concern in magical property, 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 stalwart than anything I've ever seen. I believe the metallic element is a combination of beneficial passe steel, corundom and gold. The trouble is, no one can detect the proper proportioning to re-create this metal. I'm close to unlocking the occult : I can palpate it in my bones."
"How did you make that shield ?"Betty asked."Not to mention your blade."
"well, some explorer found dwemer prance and a few solid state alloy blocks, and gave them to Calcelmo, who heard I was looking for items to make believe dwarven armor, and offered them to me in exchange for a service,"he shrugged."I heard that the token were of optimal enduringness when combined with both Fe and brand, and used that. It turns out that just one of the other ingots each combined with two or three dwarven-metal ingot makes particular of astounding strength. You just have to smelt it all together, then shape it, carve it, temper it."
"You really are a safe blacksmith, aren't you, Dan ?"
"wellspring, I'm not a master, but I am soundly enough to make Ebony, if that counts as undecomposed,"he shrugged."I also have experience fashioning and tempering Elven and that green Glass stuff."
"So you don't just do grueling armament ?"she asked skeptically.
"Eorlund has been helping me,"Book of the Prophet Daniel admitted."Vilkas and Skjor were the ones to help me learn my battle royal combat attainment, Aela taught me how to use a bow, and now Eorlund is teaching me how to make and conserve these thing for myself. For representative, to repair a saw-toothed arm, you heat up a small piece of metal and stick in it into the nick, heat the entire sword, then hammer all the alloy hard, to ca-ca it hold tightly. The patch melds almost seamlessly with the pilot, and you have a continuous, crisp edge."
"wellspring, I guess you really do know 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 thing but thoroughly,"Book of the Prophet Daniel shrugged."And, well, Eorlund is, arguably, the beneficial smith in Skyrim. I say arguably because Skyrim is home to many secure, solid Nord blacksmiths, each saying they're as good or better, and that the comrade'metalworker is only the best due to his safe fortune. The Skyforge behind the place is, in all money plant, the quondam affair in Skyrim : its discovery led to the mead-hall Jorrvaskr and the Companions'base of program line itself. Not to observe their weaponry."
"So every familiar uses a weapon made from the Skyforge ?"Betty asked.
"Well, not necessarily uses, but for every meeting with a guest, we wear our Skyforge sword weaponry,"he admitted."The wizardly holding of the forge seem to operate only on steel artillery and armors, holding the metal's theme tighter than with a pattern forge. However, it does put to work on other metals : my shell, sword and macebearer were made in the Skyforge's fires. They've never required maintenance."
"That's astounding,"Betty said softly."Do I get a weapon… ?"
"wellspring, you have to go on your trial run, first,"Daniel shrugged."Afterwards, Kodlak will dictate to Eorlund that he will seduce you a weapon of your choosing. So long as it has a blade, he can arrive at it. Blunt weapons are something the Skyforge does not sham all that much, sadly enough. That's why I prefer to use the harder, rarer metal of ebony, or even the Dwarven stuff : doesn't hurt that they're gracious to seem at, either."
"That is straight,"Betty agreed."But why doesn't the Skyforge involve blunt target, like maces and warhammers ?"
Daniel sat up to run into the fair sex's eye as he explained,"Well, my theory is that few warriors liked the mace when the forge was created : it's slow down, off-balance, and heavy, Lapp goes for the bombastic warhammers. That, and armor was rarely as covering as it is in this era, according to most scholars the Dwemer were the first to fall up with full-body backbreaking equipping. Some would misidentify them for their creations, the zombi. In any case, since armor wasn't so covering, there were numerous unaccented points, some thin, some midst, that would be best exploited by a well-aimed slash from a blade or axe, rather than bashed in with a dull rim, or heavy head.
"Now, however, armor can cover virtually the entirety of one's physical structure, with the exceptions of reefer, though those can be covered with Chain, as I've done with my own equipping. A hard head can effectively turn a man's protection into his enemy. Cave in the chest-plate enough, an foe can't get the breathing spell he needs. demolish a carapace with the head of a warhammer, you have the ability to dent it, or even shatter it, rendering it entirely useless. Blunt artillery have the potential to turn an enemy's sterling asset, such as their hard, loggerheaded armor plating, into their sapless degree. You merely have to wait for an opening… or make one with a seasonably bash."
"Your logical thinking is effectual,"the red top dog nodded."But what about when a lightly-armored bandit comes at you ? You are at a disadvantage then, lugging around the sullen equipment you seem to favour, Dan."
"Well, yes, I suppose that would seem to be the case. But, with that added weighting, as long as my cuticle is in the right position, I can jam anything and barely be moved. I let the lightly-armored man or cleaning woman do their dance, slashing and bashing against my overall bulk and, when they lose their Energy, I deliver a do during an attack, knocking them off equaliser. This can be followed up with an disk overhead smash, or a crescent strike, or even a horizontal slash. With their limited protection, even in that deoxyephedrine stuff that lightly armored people tend to aim to get, I can break them in a topic of a few hits. I will admit that, if mortal gets in my unsighted patch, I'll have an issuance turning to conform to the strike, but my gear has taken strike before, and come through pretty well intact. Might get staggered or have a micro chip to put to work out, but I won't palpate much more than than a bruise."
"And what if a mage like myself attacks ?"Betty asked, leaning back.
"well,"Book of the Prophet Daniel had to opine for a few moments,"with the right trance, I can negate your unsavory magic. I have been working on doing something to that effect. The Companions keep on getting a lot of ill about rogue mages and atronachs, but when we try to remove them down it's risky, seeing as few of our number employ justificative trick. I'm one of the few who sees conjuration's potential to lay down warriors substantial than ever. Even the study of the magic of plant life, alchemy, can increase a someone's resilience, military capability, staying power, and even enhance their knowledge for a short time. Though, if I voiced my opinion, I might be cast from their number."
"Why would they sick you out for saying what you believe ?"the mage asked."Surely multitude are allowed to give way voice to their belief here ?"
"For the nigh component, yes,"the warrior nodded slowly,"but the Companions will not embrace magic into their lives… something about the sinlessness and strength of armed combat, or some such nonsense. deception has been around long before Man or Mer were even an idea, let alone a civilization. The time of fable, where our previous stories come from, was riddled with magic more knock-down than that commanded by all the men and mer since combined into a unharmed. And let us not forget of the low gear records of history, in the clock time of Almalexia, or even further back, when Talos and Ysgramor set out from Atmora to exact 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."
"wellspring, I am sure it is nothing in comparison to your own news. After all, there is only so very much a man can know when he is a dedicated warrior, travelling from one end of the province to the other time after time."
"Aye, but staying in one place does not leave a person with the real-world experience needed to survive in such abrasive terrain."
The conversation broke off as Daniel took the time to complete off his meal while it still had some warmth to it. A few hour later, he set the bowl down and lay on the roll, staring up at the ceiling in a musing silence. Betty took the metre to drink more, stopping not long after, as she felt about to burst. She'd been beginning to dim her words closer to the end of their conversation, swaying slightly, as if her center of equilibrium was constantly in question. She moved over, closemouthed to her comrade, so that he could see her.
"So, tell me, great Companion, do you stimulate a woman you fancy ?"she was teasing while lightly circling a finger around the center of his chest, stroking the leather.
"A womanhood I fancy ?"the male questioned with a raised supercilium."One might say that, aye. One might also notice that I am… unattached, or, as I hear it is said, free to love and lust after whomever I see fit."
"And who is this fair sex that has struck your fancy, hmm ?"
"well, she's not from here,"he admitted."She comes from the S, beyond the Jerrall tidy sum. She's a pretty thing, minuscule forgetful than myself, hair red like a fire's fire and eyes like the strumpet used in Akaviri sculpture. Quite a lovely combining, I must admit. However, it would not be seize 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 smiling formed on his lips before he turned to look at his companion."What of yourself ? A good-looking woman like you should give no trouble finding suitors."
"In all honesty, I do not much like the ship's company of men, though I do treasure the… form they were given,"Betty told him."There is this one… by the Eight ; he's built like a wall ! square muscle from top to bottom, with a jaw like an anvil, and his eyes are quite prissy to look at, a mixing of brown, with bright blue and pine-green streaks. But he's not a pretty-boy : ruggedly handsome would be the right verbal description, dark-haired in this land of light-haired, picket men and fair sex. I just don't know if he is matter to, and I do not enjoy making a saphead of myself."
"Well, I can not verbalize for this man, but I know that I am interested,"Daniel whispered, turning to lay on his side, elbow joint propped against the bedroll's slightly chummy end, shaped for a straits, while he took her paw and brought it to his lips, flicking his tongue against her palm.
"You are that man,"Betty said, her voice just as pipe down, buirdly."And, while I can not speak for the adult female you are interested in, I know that I am."
"You are the woman I wish,"he told her quietly.
"Good,"Betty's lips curled into a smile, and she moved closer. Her hired hand, the one at Daniel's lips, crept lower, grazing against his chest, down the solidness wall of his venter, to cup his crotch.
The keen warrior gasped in surprise, looking down before looking back up at Betty, his gaze a smolder of desire. The woman licked her backtalk at the firing she saw burning there, just waiting to be put out by her, by the wetness of both her sets of lips. She stroked her palm against the stimulation between her partner's pegleg, leaning forward at the same time as he did, his hand moving up along her arm so he could unhook her thug, removing it so her hair spilled freely. His digit coiled in the surface area of red tresses, to fetch her back talk to his. At first the kiss was tardily, an exploration and a question in one.
The woman answered with the Same heat and thirstiness that could be seen in Daniel's center. He drew her closer, bringing their torso together slowly. He rolled onto his back, dragging her atop him. Betty's thighs parted, and she lay with one leg on the exterior of his body, the other between his mesomorphic second joint, leaving her center above the muscular limb. He lifted his leg to cranch his thigh 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 bodies parted for long, separated though they were by the few layers of leather.
He began pulling at the draw up the slope of the leather chestpiece, releasing shoulder straps to eviscerate off the spaulders and unbuckling the weapons belt that held up her arming skirt. Betty moved to constitute this easy, revealing the fur thong that kept the Congress of Racial Equality of slick warmth awaiting him from being out in the open. Book of the Prophet Daniel's handwriting stroked over her second joint slowly, thumbs caressing the bunching muscles, admiring the fluent, soft pelt. His own hands were crude, the hard callouses on them a stark contrast.
"By Talos,"he whispered,"are you this lenient everywhere ?"
"Why don't you find out ?"she asked breathlessly. Already his signature, just the gentle way he brushed fingers over her pelt, was setting the remainder of her ablaze, gooseflesh rising as much from the assuredness air as the anticipation.
"I plan to,"he said in a confident tone.
He found the farewell of her armor and slid it over her head, his knife stroking along the sharpness of his teeth. He was eager to see what was in store, and it didn't disappoint : subdued, milky-white globes of chassis hidden behind circles of leather held up with straps, a design he found unknown, yet pragmatic. He leaned forward and kissed the top of each chest, making a Mexican valium with his glossa before kissing once more. He nibbled at the soft physique, his hands stroking over her middle, around to her sides, then her back, lifting to receive where the buckle was.
As the strap came loose, he expected her splendid breasts to droop a fair bit, but they didn't, to his surprisal. Yes, they dropped a couple column inch, but not as much as he expected, making him lick his sass at how full-of-the-moon and delectable they looked. The subdued, blench garden pink of her tit was in everlasting match with the beautiful color of the rest of her cutis, pale and delightfully untouched-looking. His hands moved back down to her hips and he looked up into her center, though the angle wasn't much.
"Whose theme was that trivial thing ?"he asked curiously. As a smith and general manufacturing business of things, it piqued his curiosity.
"My mother's,"Betty whispered."Hers were gravid at a young age, and corsets were uncomfortable, so she made it. I'll response more later… just, please… touch me."
Book of the Prophet Daniel groaned,"Yes…"
His custody went back up again, and he cupped the large globes in his hands, leaning forward and flicking his tongue at the hard pinnacle of one breast. It rewarded him by puckering, so he did it again and again, a combination of rummy and excited. His touch was unpracticed, for the well-nigh division, but still she responded by moving her rosehip back and Forth against his thigh. He turned his attention to the other mammilla, doing the same, and then circling the tight bit of flesh with his tongue, as though he were licking honey off one of those odd serving utensils.
Betty's fingerbreadth clenched in his hair, pulling him closer, practically shoving his face into her breasts as she sawed her coxa, back and Forth, against the corded muscleman of his leg. Everything he did to her, while seemingly unpracticed, a fiddling clumsy, was done confidently, with the aim of pleasing her. Her back arched and her finger clawed at the panoptic sweep that was his articulatio humeri. She could hardly make a motion him, even if she wanted to, but she could get that curse under-armor off him. With promptly, sure movements, she undid the tie beam going down his rear without his having to move before she peeled the fur-lined leather off his body, and unfolded it from his back.
Book of the Prophet Daniel had to slant back in society to get it off his weaponry, letting her draw the gear off, the heat energy it provided seeming to congest him. He felt so ardent, like he was aroused inside, and knew that only the woman before him would be able to quench the flaming, quench his lust, which felt like a throat, parched from a day's study without drink. He felt fingers stroking along his hide, nails scraping at flesh, which rose in goosebumps, just as hers had under his caresses. He shivered slightly, and then drew her against him, wanting to find the unmanliness of her skin against the hard, wind-roughened expanse of his body.
Betty was all but palpitation : he looked positively appetizing with just his pelt stretched over the comprehensiveness of his torso. She would solve all over it later, let her lips and lingua explore the arduous infinite and the dips, the boundary and ravines that decorated every smoothen cut between brawn. His chest was decorated with hair, which thinned into a triangle, dipping below the waist of his leather breech, leaving her wondering what that piffling path might lead to… The last of those persuasion were wiped out when he took her nipple between his back talk and suckled softly.
Daniel knew what he wanted… live where it was located, but didn't want to stop exploring her. Instead, he rolled without moving from his maculation, pinning Betty beneath him. He moved so that, rather than one leg being between both of hers, his entire body 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 expanse interrupted by only by the bump of her kneecap. Otherwise it was as suave as a baby's rear.
Betty loved how her devotee seemed to enjoy running his hands all over her body, the rough palms and finger almost feather-light, reverent, as they touched her. Her back arched and she stroked her hips forward against the prominent protuberance in his leather knee breeches, wresting a groan from the otherwise unanimous, implacable wall that radiated heat and desire. She decided, on the spot, that she wanted to have it away what those breeches hid, what this man's manhood looked like, and so set to freeing his cock. The tie at the nominal head undid rather easily, and since his arm belt was already off, there was nix to do but delve into the fabric and accept hold… of what felt like a one-third leg ! She drew the thick, meaty expanse out and had to sting her lower lip at the look of him. He wasn't extremely long, but still had a good width to him : something that would stretch along her.
When he felt the sleeper being pulled at the front of his waist, Daniel had stopped his exploration to look out the woman's chemical reaction. Her questing fingers wrapping around his full, engorged member made him sizz in a hint, but the way her center widened, getting immense, made him almost smirk. The flock of her tongue darting out to lick along her full, kissable back talk 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 savor him, was almost too much for his ascendance to treat, but still he waited. She stroked from tip to establish, rolling back the skin to reveal the wide, categorical head of his cock, which she feathered with her thumb. His oculus closed and he groaned, letting out the phone low in his throat.
"Do you like what you see ?"he asked softly.
"It looks like it might hurt… like it might elongate me out… but I want it… by the niner, I want it,"Betty told him, her representative soft, almost like she was speaking to herself.
"It'll be yours soon…"Daniel started to say, only to be cut off when Betty pushed him back onto his back, his ramification moving straight out. The ringlet was, thankfully, long enough to encompass the motion, but the quick arrest had jerked his tomentum back so he felt air on the tips of his spike, which were pointed ever so slightly. Soft fingertips touched the right ear and he averted his eyes : the Mer weren't made to mix with Man, and yet his father had found love in his mother's arms. He'd be granted an extra century of life, most likely.
"That's why you hide out your ears,"Betty whispered."What kind ?"
"Wood-elf,"he answered honestly."It accounts for my dark haircloth and centre, and the tenuous tan of my skin."
"It looks good on you,"Daniel heard, then Betty flicked her tongue against the tip, which was almost as sensitive as most others'earlobes.
He groaned and Betty smiled, happy to make 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 delicate, damp peel merged, and he brought her close with one hand, forcing her to turn her top dog slightly so that their noses weren't crushed together. She stroked along his lips with her tongue, flicking it lightly, never removing her one hand from his midst length, though she leaned slightly to one side to yield 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 match in any way. Daniel's tongue darted out to meet hers, and the muscles twined together, stroking, dancing, moving to a pace they both found easily.
Daniel was disappointed, almost to the pointedness of following, when Betty's mouth left his, but when he felt her begin the trail of kisses down his bureau, he was powerless to do anything but watch. He braced his dead body up on his elbows, angling his torso. Her lingua teased the cuts between each set of abs slow, tracing with a thoroughness that surprised him. He didn't know what she found so special… Gods above ! He felt the kiss planted on the side of his shot like her backtalk were made of lightning, or filled with the magic that he knew she could dominate at a impulse. Her tongue came out once again and she stroked, side to side along the underside of his fizgig's haft, down to the radix, and scurvy, to the sac containing the most sensitive part of his body. He shivered, then gasped when she nipped, his mitt fisting in the pelt covering the roll. His pass fell back as he felt her suck one orb into her lip, his pelvic girdle lifting when he felt the tug at his mortise joint, letting her draw down his breeches entirely, leaving him naked and all but panting on the roll.
Betty reveled in the way this man responded to her touch modality, as if he felt every slight pressure as acutely as if it were ten times harder. She nuzzled at the thick member in figurehead of her while she rolled his teste around in her rima oris, giving a slender tug on it before letting it pop from her oral cavity. Her glossa slowly stroked along the nervure that was most prominent, from base to tip, swirling around slowly, her hand stroking the irradiation while the forefront got her oral cavity's devotion. His lips parted to unloosen low groan, soft speech sound of surprised pleasure, which only made her do more. She parted her lips and let them wrap the tip of his cock, letting them catch under the head while she gave a slight pulling, flicking her knife over the small slit that leaked sweet-tasting succus. Her head dropped slowly, inch by inch, drawing back a niggling before pushing further.
Daniel knew that, if he never saw the realm of a god, he'd scream this heaven, this present moment, with this womanhood, who seemed to hunger for him intensely. He felt her lips crawling down his ray, until her throat closed suddenly around the top dog of his cock, letting him cognize where he was. He could hardly believe it : he'd heard of such thing, but never expected it to palpate as amazing as his friends'boasting made it out to be. It was better by far. His hips thrust, and he felt Betty's throat convulse in a slight gag around the tip, clenching and releasing. She wasn't far from the base of operations, 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 base of his distance. He wouldn't last long, he knew that for certain, if nothing else.
Betty could hardly believe she had managed to take that total manly spear into her back talk, especially considering the few inches that were in her pharynx, closing off her airway deliciously. She slowly drew back, then bobbed her head down again after a flying breather. She heard the man she was pleasuring cliff, his head falling back as a deal tightened in her hair, pressing down on her psyche 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 oral fissure back inch by inch until she almost released the thick putz between her lip, only to press her face down onto it again, shaking her head as she gagged. Her pharynx tightened, released, and tightened again, making that big shaft feel even more imposing than it already was.
Daniel could barely breathe through the imperativeness in his chest, every cause felt acutely through his mind, through his body. He clenched his clenched fist, Betty's head bobbing up and down, slowly at first, just taking the first few inch while she stroked at the home with one hand, the other toying with his sac and the orbs contained within. Her mouth made a lovely sheath, and he managed to ascertain her workings, wonderment filling what component of his brain was still equal to of noetic thought, even as it filled with jump on pleasure. He could feel that release coming along rather quickly, and would receive warned her, but when he opened his mouth, he only got out her figure before he erupted, a cry issuing forth.
Betty had wondered what he was about to say for all of a half arcsecond, then she felt it : an explosion of creamy, salty goodness that coated her rima oris. She'd only had this happen once or twice before, but never in such voluminous amounts, like she'd released a sluice valve. She struggled to swallow it, eventually pulling back, spluttering slightly. Fortunately, it had almost been finished, so the last bit was easily cleaned off Book of Daniel's shaft while he lay there, panting, his backrest still slightly arched, fist clenching and unclenching.
When he got his breathing place back, Book of Daniel smiled apologetically,"Tried to let you know… you have my apologia, if they're necessary."
"They're not,"Betty murmured with her eyelids at half-mast.
She stood up while he watched her, undoing the ties to her thong, letting the social movement fall open to reveal the subdued folds of her snatch. She could see the hungry gaze of her fellow traveler motility over that cleft slowly, examining it, and let him, before stepping up, moving so that when she knelt, she hovered over his dick, which was only semi-hard, lying against his abdominal cavity. sooner than let him recoup, she slowly moved her hips back and forth, stroking her crafty bitch against it, letting the outer lips envelop him in moistness, then stroking him slowly, feeling him harden once again. But she wasn't the lone one who wanted to delight her.
Book of Daniel pushed again after Betty had settled over him, lowering her to the roll, his thighs under her, lifting her coxa slightly so he had to orient his thick, thirsty cock down to thrust her. His sword found a sheath, warm and wet, slowly piercing it, while Betty gasped, her head falling back and her work force wrapping about his articulatio radiocarpea. He threaded their fingers together, tying her hands up beside her read/write head, leaning over her as he progressed, pushing deeper with small, easy strokes of his hips. Betty let out soft gasp, almost picayune wail sounds, all the while her pelvic girdle stroked against his, urging him to move on further in a way more backstairs than any words ever could be. He groaned, drawing back slowly, then pushing in as far as he could, her tight body encompassing his thick lance perfectly.
Betty could hardly believe 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 hands held as they were, but didn't brain the feeling, his consistence looming over hers, covering her, filling her. He released her hands, and she wasted no sentence in gripping his shoulders, fingerbreadth digging into the thin, yet operose, veneer of muscle over ivory. She whispered for more, her face food color slightly, but he just bit his lip, leaning forward and kissing her hungrily.
Book of Daniel knew what he wanted, what they both wanted, and so he slowly drew back, then pushed into Betty's consistence again, finding a obtuse, easy gait that fit what he desired at that moment : to taste their link. 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 easy apoplexy, he built up the press inside his new sheath, though Betty's vociferation were lost in his backtalk. He drew back, curling his consistence up to kiss over her breasts again, flicking at the tight buds of her nipple with his tongue, tasting her skin. He could sense his own pleasure climb, but before it registered, he heard a cry so loud it rang through the caves, a scream of feminine pleasure, paired with the feeling of liquid spattered over his thighs and a convulsive gripping of his full shaft, like a fist was clenching and releasing repeatedly. He wasted no clip in speeding up, suddenly changing footstep in a few quick thrusts. He was pumping her eagerly, taking her with nothing held back, thrust after thrust of the spear eat up deep inside her, milking her orgasm.
Betty couldn't assistant how tatty she was : she couldn't believe that he'd get her to cum with such dim, measured movements. It must give birth something to do with the position : the way he was taking her with her pelvic arch elevated on his thighs made the oral sex of his pecker stroke the wall of her snatch, and stimulate a spot none had ever been able to reach out before. Yet he did… over and over, with each smoothen stroke. But as soon as that shattering climax had come about, she'd felt the pacing change, and now her cries were more incessant, almost blending into a I, unseamed scream. He'd just made her cum, but already he was bringing her spinal column to the brink again, and so quickly.
Book of the Prophet Daniel's articulatio coxae went as fast as he could recommend them and still make a full, powerful jab, skin slapping against cutis, and little squelching audio issuing from the join between the pair. He was so close… just a few more… and Betty came around him for the endorse time, screaming once again. His own cry was lost in the echoes of hers, his length shuddering as he released spurt after jet of his orgasmic fluid into her. His rosehip kept pushing into her for a number Sir Thomas More thrusts, his mind hardly linked to the body it inhabited, its witting thought lost among the stars. He slowly managed to move, rolling onto his rear and drawing Betty with him.
It was he who got his breath back first, and only long enough to say one Word,"Whoa."
Betty, breathless though she was, managed a soft giggle at that, her center closed as she tried to get her heart rate to decelerate. She felt sated, yet she wasn't tired quite yet, though the satisfied tactual sensation that radiated through her, not to mention the pleasant aching beginning to raise in the smudge between her thighs, gave her an almost lethargic smell. She nuzzled into Book of Daniel's chest, closing her center as his length, while still inside her, loosened, spent .