A news : This is a fan-fiction of The elder whorl V : Skyrim. The warriors within have just finished clearing out Embershard Mine, not far from Riverwood, and are experiencing their desires for each other. Lester Willis Young Betty Martha Beatrice Potter Webb is a magus of Bruma, while Daniel is a native of Skyrim and one of the Companions. The part you are about to read is a circumstances of a practically larger fan-fiction which is currently in the making. As a disavowal, I own none of the references, and anything representing masses in the existent populace is entirely coincidental. I thank you for reading and hope you enjoy.


Using a spare shirt wrapped around his hand, he grabbed the large cauldron of fret off the flaming, setting it down nearby and sprinkling in some common salt from a spiciness pot above the flame. He stirred it in with some herbs Betty had found then serve it all out. Some Fly Amanita grew nearby, and he picked off several stalking after examining the harvest. The godforsaken ones were rarely goodness, but they'd gotten lucky with these exceptional few. He dunked them into the stew, using them as bitable spoons, the gills holding broth that spilled over across the lingua. He groaned at the tasting, and Betty smiled, taking a declamatory helping. She also grabbed some of the ale that they'd found, several bottle, in fact, passing two to Daniel, but keeping the relief for herself.
She ate and drank quite a bit, enough that Book of Daniel believed she was drunk. He removed his gauntlets and boots not long after, setting them in the pile with his armor. The pealing provided some cushioning between his ass and the careen, but not enough for it to be considered truly well-fixed. He polished off the hold out of the disposed fret and the mushroom cloud they'd found, then lay back with his oculus closed, staring at the rock and roll above them.
"So, Betty : were you with the imperial beard mages back in Cyrodil ?"he asked.
"fountainhead, yeah,"she said with her mouth half-full."I had to learn somehow. I pretended to tally with their philosophy, but secretly studied Thomas More than they would have liked. I constantly exceeded their expected value that way, but always had to shroud my genuine affinity. I also studied under a high-elf alchemical guru. The man was amazing, taught me about something called Nirnroot, and its dimension. He had to have been nearing the end of his half-millennium life history when he departed for Skyrim."
"What was he looking for here ?"the bombastic warrior asked curiously.
"Something he called the ruby Nirnroot,"she shrugged."Said it was in a place called Blackreach. It's supposed to be some ultra-secret electronic network of caves spanning the integrality of the state that the gnome 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 search the depths. And it appears to require some sorting of domain that's to be attuned to their item harmonic resonations, sending out a signal to mesh something. I've never heard of anyone able to create a domain with the right attunement, but perhaps your friend found one : belike some madden mage searching for bury knowledge."
Betty was speechless for a moment before she frowned,"How did you manage to Scripture that ? I thought you were supposed to be some sort of dumb warrior-brute."
"My mother was interested in sorcerous belongings, and figured that, even though I showed no aptitude for it, I should know something of it to aid protect myself,"he shrugged,"that, and I'm particularly fascinated with the midget. Their equipping was stout than anything I've ever seen. I believe the metal is a combination of effective old-fashioned steel, corundum and gold. The problem is, no one can find the proper proportioning to re-create this metallic element. I'm close to unlocking the mystery : I can find it in my bones."
"How did you make that buckler ?"Betty asked."Not to name your blade."
"fountainhead, some adventurer found dwemer struts and a few solid alloy block, and gave them to Calcelmo, who heard I was looking for items to attain dwarven armor, and offered them to me in exchange for a service,"he shrugged."I heard that the detail were of optimal force when combined with both iron and sword, and used that. It turns out that just one of the other ingots each combined with two or three dwarven-metal ingots makes items of astounding strength. You just have to reek it all together, then shape it, carve it, temper it."
"You really are a good blacksmith, aren't you, Dan ?"
"fountainhead, I'm not a master, but I am dear enough to make Ebony, if that counts as good,"he shrugged."I also have experience making and tempering Elven and that unripe Glass stuff."
"So you don't just do punishing armament ?"she asked skeptically.
"Eorlund has been helping me,"Daniel admitted."Vilkas and Skjor were the one to help me watch my melee combat accomplishment, Aela taught me how to use a bow, and now Eorlund is teaching me how to score and keep up these things for myself. For case, to recreate a serrate artillery, you heat up a small piece of metal and slip in it into the mountain pass, heat the full blade, then hammer all the metallic element hard, to induce it hold tightly. The patch melds almost seamlessly with the pilot, and you have a continuous, piercing edge."
"fountainhead, I guess you really do eff 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 Best smith in Skyrim. I say arguably because Skyrim is home to many good, solid Nord blacksmiths, each saying they're as commodity or upright, and that the fellow traveler'Adam Smith is only the estimable due to his good portion. The Skyforge behind the berth is, in all satin flower, the oldest thing in Skyrim : its discovery led to the mead-hall Jorrvaskr and the fellow'base of dictation itself. Not to note their weaponry."
"So every companion uses a arm made from the Skyforge ?"Betty asked.
"fountainhead, not necessarily uses, but for every meeting with a client, we wear our Skyforge steel arms,"he admitted."The magical belongings of the forge seem to wreak only on sword weapons and armors, holding the metallic element's composition tighter than with a convention forge. However, it does work on other alloy : my shield, blade and Mace were made in the Skyforge's fires. They've never required maintenance."
"That's astounding,"Betty said softly."Do I get a weapon… ?"
"Well, you have to go on your Trial, first,"Daniel shrugged."Afterwards, Kodlak will dictate to Eorlund that he will make you a weapon of your choosing. So long as it has a blade, he can make it. Blunt weapons are something the Skyforge does not affect all that much, sadly enough. That's why I prefer to use the harder, uncommon metal of jet black, or even the Dwarven poppycock : doesn't hurt that they're squeamish to seem at, either."
"That is dead on target,"Betty agreed."But why doesn't the Skyforge touch blunt objects, like mace and warhammers ?"
Daniel sat up to meet the charwoman's centre as he explained,"Well, my theory is that few warriors liked the mace when the smithy was created : it's slow, off-balance, and cloggy, same goes for the larger warhammers. That, and armor was rarely as covering as it is in this era, according to near scholars the Dwemer were the foremost to come up with full-body clayey armament. Some would mistake them for their universe, the automaton. In any event, since armor wasn't so covering, there were numerous weak points, 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 dull flange, or laboured head.
"Now, however, armor can brood virtually the entirety of one's body, with the exception of articulation, though those can be covered with chain, as I've done with my own armament. A hard point can effectively turn a man's protection into his enemy. Cave in the chest-plate enough, an foe can't get the intimation he needs. bang up a shield with the headway of a warhammer, you have the ability to dent it, or even shatter it, rendering it entirely useless. Blunt weapons have the voltage to sprain an opposition's superlative asset, such as their firmly, thick armour metal plating, into their weakest point. You merely have to wait for an opening… or create one with a well-timed bash."
"Your reasoning is well-grounded,"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 weightiness, as long as my shield is in the right position, I can block off anything and barely be moved. I let the lightly-armored man or cleaning lady do their dance, slashing and bashing against my overall mass and, when they lose their energy, I deliver a bash during an attack, knocking them off balance. This can be followed up with an overhead smash, or a crescent rap, or even a horizontal slash. With their limited protection, even in that Glass material that lightly armored the great unwashed tend to aspire to get, I can split up them in a topic of a few smash. I will admit that, if someone gets in my blind spots, I'll have an issue turning to meet the tap, but my train has taken hits before, and come through pretty well intact. Might get staggered or have a chip to turn out, but I won't experience much more than a bruise."
"And what if a mage like myself attacks ?"Betty asked, leaning back.
"Well,"Daniel had to think for a few moments,"with the the right way enthrallment, I can neutralise your nauseous trick. I have been working on doing something to that effect. The fellow traveller keep getting a lot of charge about knave mages and atronachs, but when we try to take them down it's risky, seeing as few of our number employ defensive magic. I'm one of the few who sees deception's potential to take in warriors potent than ever. Even the bailiwick of the magic of flora life, alchemy, can increase a soul's resiliency, strength, staying power, and even enhance their cognition for a shortstop time. Though, if I voiced my opinion, I might be cast from their number."
"Why would they cast you out for saying what you believe ?"the mage asked."Surely people are allowed to kick in part to their notion here ?"
"For the most role, yes,"the warrior nodded slowly,"but the Companions will not encompass magic into their lives… something about the honor and effectiveness of combat, or some such falderol. Magic has been around long before Man or Mer were even an mind, let alone a civilization. The clock time of Legend, where our oldest stories come from, was riddled with illusion more powerful than that commanded by all the men and mer since combined into a entirely. And let us not block of the starting time platter of history, in the time of Almalexia, or even further back, when Talos and Ysgramor set out from Atmora to claim new lands."
"You are not a bare brute, it would seem. You have some semblance of intellect hidden away behind those cover girl centre of yours."
"fountainhead, I am sure it is zippo in equivalence to your own intelligence. After all, there is only so much a man can know when he is a consecrate warrior, travelling from one end of the state to the former meter after time."
"Aye, but staying in one place does not furnish a somebody with the real-world experience needed to survive in such coarse terrain."
The conversation broke off as Daniel took the time to finish off his meal while it still had some warmth to it. A few minutes later, he set the stadium down and lay on the peal, staring up at the ceiling in a ruminative muteness. Betty took the prison term to drink Sir Thomas More, stopping not long after, as she felt about to burst. She'd been beginning to slur her Word closer to the end of their conversation, swaying slightly, as if her middle of balance was constantly in apparent movement. She moved over, snug to her familiar, so that he could see her.
"So, narrate me, bully Companion, do you have a charwoman you fancy ?"she was teasing while lightly circling a finger around the plaza of his chest, stroking the leather.
"A woman I fancy ?"the male questioned with a raised brow."One might say that, aye. One might also note that I am… unattached, or, as I hear it is said, barren to love and starve after whomever I see fit."
"And who is this woman that has struck your fancy, hmm ?"
"wellspring, she's not from here,"he admitted."She comes from the south, beyond the Jerrall Mountains. She's a somewhat thing, little shorter than myself, hair red like a flak's flame and center like the adulteress used in Akaviri sculpture. Quite a cover girl combination, I must admit. However, it would not be capture for me to distinguish 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 depend at his associate."What of yourself ? A good-looking womanhood like you should have no bother finding suitors."
"In all honesty, I do not much like the company of men, though I do take account the… form they were given,"Betty told him."There is this one… by the Eight ; he's built like a rampart ! hearty brawn from top to fathom, with a jaw like an anvil, and his eyes are quite nice to look at, a mixture of brown, with bright amobarbital sodium and pine-green bar. But he's not a pretty-boy : ruggedly handsome would be the best verbal description, dark-coated in this land of light-haired, pale men and adult female. I just don't know if he is occupy, and I do not enjoy making a tomfool of myself."
"Well, I can not address for this man, but I know that I am interested,"Daniel whispered, turning to lay on his side, human elbow propped against the bedroll's slightly stocky end, shaped for a promontory, while he took her manus and brought it to his lip, flicking his spit against her palm.
"You are that man,"Betty said, her voice just as pipe down, strapping."And, while I can not speak for the woman you are concern in, I know that I am."
"You are the char I wish,"he told her quietly.
"commodity,"Betty's lips curled into a grinning, and she moved closer. Her hand, the one at Book of the Prophet Daniel's mouth, crept lower, grazing against his chest, down the solid wall of his abdomen, to cup his crotch.
The large warrior gasped in surprise, looking down before looking back up at Betty, his gaze a smolder of desire. The charwoman licked her lips at the fire she saw burning there, just waiting to be put out by her, by the wetness of both her sets of rim. She stroked her palm against the stimulation between her partner's legs, leaning forward at the same prison term as he did, his hand moving up along her arm so he could unhook her hood, removing it so her hair spilled freely. His fingers coiled in the area of red tresses, to bestow her brim to his. At inaugural the buss was behind, an exploration and a motion in one.
The charwoman answered with the Same heat and hunger that could be seen in Book of Daniel's optic. He drew her closer, bringing their bodies together slowly. He rolled onto his back, dragging her atop him. Betty's thigh parted, and she lay with one leg on the outside of his body, the former between his muscular thighs, leaving her plaza above the hefty arm. He lifted his leg to grind 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 Book of the Prophet 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 ties up the English of the leather chestpiece, releasing shoulder strap to draw off off the spaulders and unbuckling the weapons belt that held up her arming dame. Betty moved to make this comfortable, revealing the fur thong that kept the inwardness of slick heat energy awaiting him from being out in the out-of-doors. Daniel's paw stroked over her second joint slowly, thumbs caressing the bunching heftiness, admiring the smooth, soft hide. His own manpower were rough, the hard callouses on them a stark contrast.
"By Talos,"he whispered,"are you this flabby everywhere ?"
"Why don't you find out ?"she asked breathlessly. Already his touch, just the gentle way he brushed finger over her skin, was setting the eternal sleep of her ablaze, gooseflesh rising as much from the cool air as the anticipation.
"I plan to,"he said in a positive tone.
He found the parting of her armor and slid it over her headspring, his tongue stroking along the bound of his tooth. He was eager to see what was in computer memory, and it didn't disappoint : soft, milky-white Earth of frame hidden behind circles of leather held up with straps, a design he found foreign, yet practical. He leaned forward and kissed the top of each breast, making a circle with his tongue before kissing once more. He nibbled at the mild flesh, his hands stroking over her middle, around to her position, then her back, lifting to find oneself where the buckle was.
As the strap came loose, he expected her glorious breasts to loll a fair bit, but they didn't, to his surprise. Yes, they dropped a couple inches, but not as much as he expected, making him lick his rim at how full and delicious they looked. The soft, picket pink of her mamilla was in perfect match with the beautiful color of the ease of her tegument, pale and delightfully untouched-looking. His manpower moved back down to her hips and he looked up into her optic, though the angle wasn't much.
"Whose idea was that small thing ?"he asked curiously. As a Kathryn Elizabeth Smith and worldwide maker of matter, it piqued his curiosity.
"My female parent's,"Betty whispered."Hers were large at a Thomas Young age, and corsets 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 heavy orb in his paw, leaning forward and flicking his tongue at the intemperately crest of one knocker. It rewarded him by puckering, so he did it again and again, a combination of curious and excited. His ghost was unpracticed, for the to the highest degree part, but still she responded by moving her hip joint back and forth against his thigh. He turned his attention to the other teat, doing the Same, and then circling the fuddled bit of flesh with his spit, as though he were licking honey off one of those odd serving utensils.
Betty's finger clenched in his haircloth, pulling him closer, practically shoving his fount into her breasts as she sawed her pelvis, back and Forth River, against the corded muscles of his leg. Everything he did to her, while seemingly unpracticed, a little clumsy, was done confidently, with the aim of pleasing her. Her back arched and her fingers clawed at the unspecific expanse that was his shoulders. She could hardly locomote him, even if she wanted to, but she could get that anathemize under-armor off him. With quick, sure bowel movement, she undid the tie-up going down his back without his having to actuate before she peeled the fur-lined leather off his trunk, and unfolded it from his back.
Daniel had to tend back in decree to get it off his arms, letting her draw the gear off, the estrus it provided seeming to gag him. He felt so lovesome, like he was afire inside, and knew that only the char before him would be able-bodied to assuage the flame, abate his lecherousness, which felt like a throat, parched from a day's work without deglutition. He felt fingers stroking along his skin, nails scraping at flesh, which rose in pilomotor reflex, just as hers had under his caresses. He shivered slightly, and then drew her against him, wanting to feel the softness of her skin against the hard, wind-roughened expanse of his body.
Betty was all but palpitation : he looked positively appetizing with just his skin stretched over the comprehensiveness of his trunk. She would work out all over it later, let her back talk and glossa explore the heavy outer space and the drop, the edges and ravines that decorated every smooth cut between muscle. His chest of drawers was decorated with tomentum, which thinned into a trigon, dipping below the waistline of his leather breeches, leaving her wondering what that footling course might take to… The hold out of those opinion were wiped out when he took her tit between his lips and suckled softly.
Book of Daniel knew what he wanted… knew 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 body rested between the welcoming surface area of her thigh. He let one hand run along her leg, the flaccid skin seeming to be never-ending, a retentive expanse interrupted by only by the bump of her kneecap. Otherwise it was as smooth as a child's rear.
Betty loved how her lover seemed to enjoy running his hands all over her consistence, the harsh palms 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 knee pants, wresting a groan from the otherwise unanimous, implacable wall that radiated heat and desire. She decided, on the fleck, that she wanted to know what those breeches hid, what this man's manhood looked like, and so set to freeing his cock. The tie at the figurehead undid rather easily, and since his weapons belt was already off, there was nothing to do but delve into the textile and convey hold… of what felt like a third base leg ! She drew the thick, meaty expanse out and had to bite her down lip at the look of him. He wasn't extremely long, but still had a proficient breadth to him : something that would adulterate her.
When he felt the tie being pulled at the front of his shank, Daniel had stopped his exploration to find out the fair sex's response. Her questing digit wrapping around his entire, binge member made him siss in a breath, but the way her center widened, getting huge, made him almost smirk. The muckle of her glossa darting out to lick along her to the full, kissable sass made his duration 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 ascendency to cover, but still he waited. She stroked from tip to base, rolling back the skin to let on the full, flat head of his cock, which she feathered with her pollex. His middle closed and he groaned, letting out the auditory sensation low in his throat.
"Do you like what you see ?"he asked softly.
"It looks like it might hurt… like it might load me out… but I want it… by the club, I want it,"Betty told him, her part diffuse, 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 spinal column, his legs moving straight out. The rolling wave was, thankfully, long enough to encompass the gesture, but the warm stop had jerked his haircloth back so he felt air on the crown of his ears, which were pointed ever so slightly. sonant fingertips touched the right ear and he averted his eyes : the Mer weren't made to mix with Man, and yet his Padre had found love in his mother's arms. He'd be granted an special century of lifetime, almost likely.
"That's why you hide your ears,"Betty whispered."What variety ?"
"Wood-elf,"he answered honestly."It accounts for my dark hairsbreadth and eyes, and the slight tan of my skin."
"It looks ripe on you,"Book of 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 take a crap him forget what he was about to say, while she slowly nibbled along his jaw before she fused her mouth to his. The soft, damp skin merged, and he brought her finish with one hired hand, forcing her to turn her head slightly so that their nozzle weren't crushed together. She stroked along his sassing with her spit, flicking it lightly, never removing her one hand from his thick length, though she leaned slightly to one side to give him room. Even the one who assaulted her hadn't been built like this, and the only early man she'd had since then was no match in any way. Daniel's lingua darted out to adjoin hers, and the muscles twined together, stroking, dancing, moving to a tempo they both found easily.
Book of Daniel was disappointed, almost to the period of following, when Betty's lips 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 consistence up on his elbows, angling his body. Her spit teased the cuts between each set of abs sluggish, 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 shaft like her lips were made of lightning, or filled with the trick that he knew she could command at a whim. Her glossa came out once again and she stroked, side to side along the bottom of his spear's haft, down to the base, and lowly, to the sac containing the most medium part of his body. He shivered, then gasped when she nipped, his manpower fisting in the furs covering the roll. His forefront fell back as he felt her suck one orb into her mouth, his hips lifting when he felt the tug at his ankles, 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, as if he felt every fragile pressure as acutely as if it were ten times harder. She nuzzled at the thick member in forepart of her while she rolled his teste around in her mouth, giving a tenuous tug on it before letting it pop from her oral cavity. Her tongue slowly stroked along the vein that was most outstanding, from base to tip, swirling around slowly, her hand stroking the shaft while the head got her oral cavity's devotion. His lips parted to release low groan, soft sounds of surprised pleasance, which only made her do more than. She parted her lips and let them envelop the tip of his peter, letting them catch under the heading while she gave a slight pull, flicking her tongue over the small slit that leaked sweet-tasting juice. Her head dropped slowly, inch by column inch, drawing back a little before pushing further.
Daniel knew that, if he never saw the land of a god, he'd shout out this heaven, this instant, with this cleaning woman, who seemed to hunger for him intensely. He felt her lips crawling down his pecker, until her throat closed suddenly around the capitulum of his cock, letting him know where he was. He could hardly believe it : he'd heard of such things, but never expected it to feel as perplex 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, 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 substructure of his distance. He wouldn't last long, he knew that for certain, if nothing else.
Betty could hardly believe she had managed to admit that stallion manly spear into her oral cavity, especially considering the few inch that were in her throat, closing off her airline business deliciously. She slowly drew back, then bobbed her head down again after a quick breath. She heard the man she was pleasuring bead, his head falling back as a hand tightened in her hair, pressing down on her question 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 mouth back column inch by column inch until she almost released the thick cock between her lips, only to press her look down onto it again, shaking her head as she gagged. Her pharynx tightened, released, and tightened again, making that big shaft finger even more imposing than it already was.
Daniel could barely breathe through the pressure in his chest, every movement felt acutely through his mind, through his body. He clenched his clenched fist, Betty's head bobbing up and down, slowly at world-class, just taking the low gear few in while she stroked at the base with one script, the other toying with his sac and the orbs contained within. Her rima oris made a pin-up case, and he managed to watch her workings, wonderment filling what part of his brain was still capable of rational thought process, even as it filled with mounting pleasance. He could feel that departure coming along rather quickly, and would feature warned her, but when he opened his lip, he only got out her name before he erupted, a cry issuing forth.
Betty had wondered what he was about to say for all of a half irregular, then she felt it : an burst of creamy, salty goodness that coated her mouthpiece. She'd only had this happen once or twice before, but never in such ample 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 end bit was easily cleaned off Book of Daniel's slam while he lay there, panting, his back still slightly arched, fist clenching and unclenching.
When he got his breathing time back, Daniel smiled apologetically,"Tried to let you know… you have my apologies, if they're necessary."
"They're not,"Betty murmured with her eyelids at half-staff.
She stood up while he watched her, undoing the tie to her lash, letting the front fall spread out to let out the soft flexure of her pussy. She could see the hungry gaze of her fellow traveler move over that fissure slowly, examining it, and let him, before stepping up, moving so that when she knelt, she hovered over his pecker, which was only semi-hard, lying against his abdomen. Rather than let him recuperate, she slowly moved her hips back and Forth, stroking her silklike cunt against it, letting the outer lips envelop him in moistness, then stroking him slowly, feeling him harden once again. But she wasn't the only one who wanted to please her.
Daniel pushed again after Betty had settled over him, lowering her to the roll, his thigh under her, lifting her hip joint slightly so he had to point his thick, hungry cock down to pierce her. His sword found a sheath, strong and wet, slowly piercing it, while Betty gasped, her psyche falling back and her work force wrapping about his wrists. He threaded their digit together, tying her workforce up beside her head, leaning over her as he progressed, pushing deeper with humble, slow down apoplexy of his articulatio coxae. Betty let out soft gasp, almost little pule audio, all the while her pelvic arch stroked against his, urging him to go on further in a way more stealthy than any words ever could be. He groaned, drawing back slowly, then pushing in as far as he could, her tight body encompassing his midst fizgig perfectly.
Betty could hardly consider how she was acting, thrusting at the putz that penetrated her, begging to be stretched, filling her up oh-so-nicely, completely. She felt slightly trapped, her hired hand held as they were, but didn't psyche the look, his body looming over hers, covering her, filling her. He released her hands, and she wasted no clip in gripping his berm, finger 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, sluttish pace that fit what he desired at that moment : to bask their contact. This wasn't satisfactory, though : he felt more than heard a wordless supplication, asking him to go for broke, but he wouldn't, not yet. With easy shot, he built up the pressure inside his new sheath, though Betty's cries were lost in his lip. He drew back, curling his body up to kiss over her chest again, flicking at the tight buds of her teat with his tongue, tasting her peel. He could feel his own joy climbing, but before it registered, he heard a cry so loud it rang through the caves, a scream of feminine pleasance, paired with the feeling of liquidity spattered over his second joint and a spasmodic gripping of his full shaft, like a fist was clenching and releasing repeatedly. He wasted no sentence in speeding up, suddenly changing rate in a few flying thrusts. He was pumping her eagerly, taking her with zilch held back, stab after jab of the fizgig buried deep inside her, milking her orgasm.
Betty couldn't help how loud she was : she couldn't believe that he'd drive her to cum with such slow, mensurate cause. It must have something to do with the position : the way he was taking her with her rosehip elevated on his thigh made the header of his cock stroke the wall of her pussy, and stimulate a slur none had ever been able to contact before. Yet he did… over and over, with each polish shot. But as soon as that shattering orgasm had come about, she'd felt the tempo variety, and now her rallying cry were more constant, almost blending into a one, seamless riot. He'd just made her cum, but already he was bringing her back to the brink again, and so quickly.
Daniel's pelvis went as fast as he could barrack them and still pass water a wide-cut, herculean thrust, skin slapping against pelt, and petty squelching sounds issuing from the join between the pair. He was so close… just a few more… and Betty came around him for the second meter, 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 hip joint kept pushing into her for a number more thrusts, his mind hardly linked to the body it inhabited, its conscious thought lost among the stars. He slowly managed to move, 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 word,"Whoa."
Betty, breathless though she was, managed a soft giggle at that, her eyes closed as she tried to get her essence pace to slacken. She felt sated, yet she wasn't tired quite yet, though the quenched feeling that radiated through her, not to mention the pleasant ache beginning to get in the spot between her thighs, gave her an almost unenrgetic feel. She nuzzled into Daniel's chest, closing her eyes as his length, while still inside her, loosened, spent .