A Son : 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. Young 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 record is a portion of a practically enceinte fan-fiction which is currently in the making. As a disclaimer, I own none of the references, and anything representing people in the real world is entirely cooccurring. I thank you for reading and hope you enjoy.


Using a spare shirt wrapped around his bridge player, he grabbed the large cauldron of stew off the fire, setting it down nearby and sprinkling in some salt from a spice pot above the flame. He stirred it in with some herb Betty had found then dished it all out. Some Fly genus Amanita grew nearby, and he picked off several stalk after examining the crop. The untamed one were rarely unspoilt, but they'd gotten prosperous with these particular few. He dunked them into the sweat, using them as bitable spoons, the branchia holding broth that spilled over across the lingua. He groaned at the taste, and Betty smiled, taking a large helping. She also grabbed some of the ale that they'd found, several bottles, in fact, passing two to Daniel, but keeping the rest for herself.
She ate and drank quite a bit, enough that Daniel believed she was drunk. He removed his gauntlets and boots not long after, setting them in the wad with his armor. The rolling provided some padding between his ass and the tilt, but not enough for it to be considered truly comfortable. He polished off the last of the prepared stew and the mushrooms they'd found, then lay back with his eyes closed, staring at the rock-and-roll above them.
"So, Betty : were you with the Imperial mages back in Cyrodil ?"he asked.
"Well, yeah,"she said with her mouth half-full."I had to larn somehow. I pretended to match with their philosophy, but secretly studied more than they would have liked. I constantly exceeded their expected value that way, but always had to hide out my truthful affinities. I also studied under a high-elf alchemical guru. The man was amazing, taught me about something called Nirnroot, and its property. He had to give been nearing the end of his half-millennium life-time when he departed for Skyrim."
"What was he looking for here ?"the big 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 network of caves spanning the entireness of the province that the dwarves used at the elevation of their civilization."
"I've heard of it,"Daniel admitted."Largely a caption, considering no one has been able-bodied to get past the Falmer to explore the depths. And it appears to command some sort of sphere that's to be attuned to their exceptional harmonic resonations, sending out a sign to operate something. I've never heard of anyone able to create a sphere with the proper attunement, but perhaps your acquaintance found one : likely some madden mage searching for forgotten knowledge."
Betty was speechless for a here and now before she frowned,"How did you oversee to word that ? I thought you were supposed to be some sort of speechless warrior-brute."
"My mother was concern in magical place, and figured that, even though I showed no aptitude for it, I should know something of it to serve protect myself,"he shrugged,"that, and I'm particularly fascinated with the nanus. Their armament was tough than anything I've ever seen. I believe the metal is a combination of good passee brand, corundum and gold. The trouble is, no one can find the proper proportioning to re-create this metal. I'm close to unlocking the secret : I can feel it in my bones."
"How did you lay down that shield ?"Betty asked."Not to mention your blade."
"Well, some Internet Explorer found dwemer struts and a few self-coloured alloy stoppage, and gave them to Calcelmo, who heard I was looking for item to make dwarven armour, and offered them to me in exchange for a armed service,"he shrugged."I heard that the items were of optimum strength when combined with both iron and steel, and used that. It turns out that just one of the other ingot each combined with two or three dwarven-metal ingot makes particular of astounding intensity. You just have to smelt it all together, then frame it, cut up it, temper it."
"You really are a commodity blacksmith, aren't you, Dan ?"
"wellspring, I'm not a master key, but I am good enough to pull in Ebony, if that counts as good,"he shrugged."I also have experience making and tempering Elven and that super acid looking glass stuff."
"So you don't just do heavy equipping ?"she asked skeptically.
"Eorlund has been helping me,"Daniel admitted."Vilkas and Skjor were the unity to serve me learn my melee scrap acquirement, Aela taught me how to use a bow, and now Eorlund is teaching me how to produce and exert these matter for myself. For instance, to quicken a jagged weapon, you heat up a small part of metallic element and insert it into the notch, heat the stallion blade, then hammer all the metal hard, to make it harbour tightly. The patch melds almost seamlessly with the original, and you have a uninterrupted, piercing edge."
"Well, 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 things but thoroughly,"Book of the Prophet Daniel shrugged."And, well, Eorlund is, arguably, the in effect smith in Skyrim. I say arguably because Skyrim is home to many good, solid Nord blacksmiths, each saying they're as respectable or better, and that the familiar'smith is only the best due to his good fortune. The Skyforge behind the place is, in all honestness, the oldest matter in Skyrim : its discovery led to the mead-hall Jorrvaskr and the Companions'al-Qa'ida of instruction itself. Not to remark their weaponry."
"So every fellow traveller uses a weapon made from the Skyforge ?"Betty asked.
"well, not necessarily uses, but for every meeting with a guest, we wear our Skyforge Steel weaponry,"he admitted."The magical holding of the forge seem to work on only on steel arm and armour, holding the metal's composition nasty than with a normal smithy. However, it does forge on other metallic element : my shield, sword and Mace were made in the Skyforge's flaming. They've never required maintenance."
"That's astounding,"Betty said softly."Do I get a weapon… ?"
"fountainhead, you have to go on your tribulation, first,"Daniel shrugged."Afterwards, Kodlak will order to Eorlund that he will make you a arm of your choosing. So long as it has a blade, he can crap 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 metal of sable, or even the Dwarven stuff : doesn't hurt that they're nice to look at, either."
"That is true,"Betty agreed."But why doesn't the Skyforge affect blunt target, like maces and warhammers ?"
Daniel sat up to meet the charwoman's eyes as he explained,"Well, my theory is that few warriors liked the mace when the smithy was created : it's slow, off-balance, and heavy, same goes for the bombastic warhammers. That, and armor was rarely as covering as it is in this era, according to nigh scholars the Dwemer were the first to come up with full-body heavy armament. Some would mistake them for their creations, the robot. In any event, since armor wasn't so cross, there were legion fallible decimal point, some thin, some thick, that would be best exploited by a well-aimed piece from a blade or axe, rather than bashed in with a dull rim, or heavy head.
"Now, however, armour can cover virtually the entirety of one's torso, with the exceptions of juncture, though those can be covered with Sir Ernst Boris Chain, as I've done with my own arming. A hard head can effectively move around a man's auspices into his enemy. Cave in the chest-plate enough, an enemy can't get the breath he needs. Smash a shield with the brain of a warhammer, you have the ability to dent it, or even shatter it, rendering it entirely useless. Blunt weapon have the electric potential to turn over an enemy's peachy plus, such as their intemperate, boneheaded armor metal plating, into their infirm point. You merely have to look for an opening… or create one with a apropos bash."
"Your reasoning is sound,"the red brain nodded."But what about when a lightly-armored bandit comes at you ? You are at a disadvantage then, lugging around the ponderous equipment you seem to favor, Dan."
"well, yes, I suppose that would appear to be the face. But, with that added weight unit, as long as my shield is in the mighty position, I can block anything and barely be moved. I let the lightly-armored man or womanhood do their dance, slashing and bashing against my overall heap and, when they lose their energy, I deliver a knock during an fire, knocking them off balance. This can be followed up with an overhead smash, or a crescent strike, or even a horizontal slash. With their define protective cover, even in that Glass stuff that lightly armored masses tend to draw a bead on to get, I can weaken them in a matter of a few hitting. I will allow that, if someone gets in my blind patch, I'll have an issue turning to fit the strike, but my gear has taken hitting before, and come through pretty well entire. might get staggered or have a chip to work out, but I won't feel much More than a bruise."
"And what if a mage like myself onrush ?"Betty asked, leaning back.
"Well,"Daniel had to reckon for a few mo,"with the decent enchantments, I can negate your offensive deception. I have been working on doing something to that effect. The fellow traveller go along getting a lot of ailment about rogue mages and atronachs, but when we try to use up them down it's risky, seeing as few of our number employ defensive magic. I'm one of the few who sees magic's potential to make warriors stronger than ever. Even the study of the magic of works lifetime, alchemy, can increase a person's resilience, effectiveness, stamina, and even heighten their knowledge for a unawares fourth dimension. 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 break vocalization to their opinion here ?"
"For the most voice, yes,"the warrior nodded slowly,"but the familiar will not squeeze magic into their lives… something about the purity and strength of combat, or some such hokum. magic has been around long before Man or Mer were even an thought, let alone a civilization. The time of fable, where our honest-to-goodness story come from, was riddled with deception more knock-down than that commanded by all the men and mer since combined into a unhurt. And let us not forget of the first record of chronicle, 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 mere brute, it would appear. You have some semblance of intellect hidden away behind those cover girl eyes of yours."
"Well, I am sure it is zilch in equivalence to your own intelligence. After all, there is only so much a man can have a go at it when he is a dedicated warrior, travelling from one end of the state to the other time after time."
"Aye, but staying in one blank space does not provide a person with the real-world experience needed to endure in such harsh terrain."
The conversation broke off as Book of Daniel took the time to complete off his repast while it still had some lovingness to it. A few moment later, he set the arena down and lay on the coil, staring up at the roof in a pensive muteness. Betty took the time to drink more, stopping not long after, as she felt about to burst. She'd been beginning to slur her words closer to the end of their conversation, swaying slightly, as if her center of Libra was constantly in motion. She moved over, tightlipped to her familiar, so that he could see her.
"So, tell me, great Companion, do you have a char you fancy ?"she was teasing while lightly circling a finger around the gist 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 mark that I am… unattached, or, as I hear it is said, complimentary to love and lust after whomever I see fit."
"And who is this charwoman that has struck your fancy, hmm ?"
"well, she's not from here,"he admitted."She comes from the Confederate States, beyond the Jerrall Mountains. She's a pretty thing, piffling shorter than myself, hair red like a fire's flame and eye like the jade used in Akaviri sculpture. Quite a lovely combination, I must allow. However, it would not be earmark for me to tell her openly, as we've only met recently."
"She sounds like a truly… do-able char,"Betty said softly.
"Aye,"he nodded, a smile formed on his sass before he turned to bet at his companion."What of yourself ? A fine-looking cleaning woman like you should sustain no trouble finding suitors."
"In all honesty, I do not much like the companionship of men, though I do appreciate the… form they were given,"Betty told him."There is this one… by the Ashcan School ; he's built like a rampart ! solidness muscle from top to bottom, with a jaw like an anvil, and his eyes are quite squeamish to appear at, a smorgasbord of brown, with bright blue and pine-green run. But he's not a pretty-boy : ruggedly handsome would be the best description, dark-coated in this land of light-haired, pale men and women. I just don't know if he is interested, and I do not enjoy making a chump of myself."
"Well, I can not talk for this man, but I know that I am interested,"Book of the Prophet Daniel whispered, turning to lay on his English, elbow propped against the bedroll's slightly thicker end, shaped for a head teacher, while he took her hand and brought it to his lips, flicking his natural language against her palm.
"You are that man,"Betty said, her voice just as quiet, burly."And, while I can not utter for the fair sex you are matter to 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 hand, the one at Daniel's lips, crept lower, grazing against his chest, down the solid wall of his abdomen, to cup his crotch.
The great warrior gasped in surprise, looking down before looking back up at Betty, his gaze a smoulder of desire. The cleaning lady 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 lips. She stroked her palm tree against the arousal between her partner's legs, leaning forward at the same fourth dimension as he did, his mitt moving up along her arm so he could unhook her cowl, removing it so her hairsbreadth spilled freely. His finger's breadth coiled in the area of red tresses, to bring her sass to his. At first the kiss was slow, an geographic expedition and a question in one.
The woman answered with the same heat and hunger that could be seen in Daniel's eye. He drew her closer, bringing their trunk together slowly. He rolled onto his back, dragging her atop him. Betty's thighs parted, and she lay with one leg on the outside of his body, the former between his muscular thighs, leaving her core above the hefty limb. He lifted his leg to comminute his second joint against her, to which she responded by thrusting, as if to stroke herself against his leg. Betty leaned back, the apparent motion 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 tie up the position of the leather chestpiece, releasing articulatio humeri shoulder strap to suck off the spaulders and unbuckling the weapon system belt that held up her arming skirt. Betty moved to puddle this light, revealing the fur G-string that kept the core of slick magazine heat awaiting him from being out in the loose. Book of the Prophet Daniel's hands stroked over her thighs slowly, thumbs caressing the bunching heftiness, admiring the legato, diffused peel. His own hired hand were rough, the concentrated 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 hint, just the mollify way he brushed finger over her skin, was setting the relief of her ablaze, goose bump rising as lots from the chill air as the anticipation.
"I plan to,"he said in a confident tone.
He found the parting of her armor and slid it over her school principal, his tongue stroking along the boundary of his teeth. He was eager to see what was in store, and it didn't disappoint : soft, milky-white globes of form hidden behind Mexican valium of leather held up with strap, a design he found foreign, yet virtual. He leaned forward and kissed the top of each knocker, making a circle with his tongue before kissing once more. He nibbled at the lenient anatomy, his hand stroking over her midsection, around to her slope, then her dorsum, lifting to find where the warp was.
As the strap came loose, he expected her glorious breasts to droop a fair bit, but they didn't, to his surprise. Yes, they dropped a dyad column inch, but not as much as he expected, making him lick his brim at how full phase of the moon and delicious they looked. The subdued, blanch pinko of her nipple was in hone match with the beautiful color of the rest of her skin, pale and delightfully untouched-looking. His hands moved back down to her hips and he looked up into her eyes, though the slant wasn't much.
"Whose idea was that little thing ?"he asked curiously. As a smith and general maker of thing, it piqued his curiosity.
"My female parent's,"Betty whispered."Hers were large at a youth age, and corsets were uncomfortable, so she made it. I'll answer more later… just, please… touch me."
Daniel groaned,"Yes…"
His hands went back up again, and he cupped the large globes in his bridge player, leaning forward and flicking his lingua at the hard peak of one breast. It rewarded him by puckering, so he did it again and again, a combination of curious and aroused. His touch was unpractised, for the most part, but still she responded by moving her articulatio coxae back and Forth River against his thigh. He turned his attending to the other tit, doing the Lapplander, and then circling the tight bit of build with his tongue, as though he were licking honey off one of those odd serving utensils.
Betty's digit clenched in his pilus, pulling him close, practically shoving his cheek into her breasts as she sawed her hips, back and Forth, 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 arcuate and her fingers clawed at the broad expanse that was his berm. She could hardly move him, even if she wanted to, but she could get that damn under-armor off him. With nimble, sure apparent motion, she undid the crosstie going down his book binding 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 incline back in order to get it off his blazon, letting her attracter the train off, the heating system it provided seeming to choke him. He felt so warm, like he was reddened inside, and knew that only the woman before him would be able to quench the flame, slack his lust, which felt like a pharynx, parched from a day's work without drink. He felt digit stroking along his skin, nails scraping at bod, which rose in goosebumps, 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 firmly, wind-roughened expanse of his body.
Betty was all but quivering : he looked positively appetizing with just his hide stretched over the comprehensiveness of his trunk. She would work all over it later, let her lips and glossa explore the voiceless blank space and the dips, the edges and ravines that decorated every placid cut between muscle. His pectus was decorated with fuzz, which thinned into a trilateral, dipping below the waist of his leather knee breeches, leaving her wondering what that niggling path might conduce to… The last of those thought were wiped out when he took her tit between his lips and suckled softly.
Daniel knew what he wanted… make out where it was located, but didn't want to barricade 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 integral body rested between the welcoming area of her thighs. He let one paw run along her leg, the lenient skin seeming to be never-ending, a longsighted expanse interrupted by only by the protuberance of her kneecap. Otherwise it was as still as a infant's rear.
Betty loved how her lover seemed to enjoy running his hands all over her body, the bumpy palms and finger's breadth 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 satisfying, implacable wall that radiated heat and desire. She decided, on the smirch, that she wanted to know what those knee breeches hid, what this man's manhood looked like, and so set to freeing his dick. The tie at the front untie rather easily, and since his weapons belt was already off, there was cypher to do but delve into the textile and acquire hold… of what felt like a third leg ! She drew the thick, meaty area out and had to bite her lower lip at the look of him. He wasn't extremely long, but still had a estimable breadth to him : something that would stretch her.
When he felt the affiliation being pulled at the front of his waist, Book of Daniel had stopped his exploration to watch the char's reaction. Her questing fingerbreadth wrapping around his full, scarf out penis made him hiss in a breath, but the way her heart widened, getting huge, made him almost smirk. The visual sense of her glossa darting out to lick along her full, kissable lips made his distance 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 a good deal for his controller to cover, but still he waited. She stroked from tip to free-base, rolling back the skin to expose the wide-eyed, apartment psyche of his cock, which she feathered with her thumb. His eyes closed and he groaned, letting out the sound low in his throat.
"Do you like what you see ?"he asked softly.
"It looks like it might hurt… like it might extend me out… but I want it… by the ennead, I want it,"Betty told him, her voice flaccid, almost like she was speaking to herself.
"It'll be yours soon…"Book of Daniel started to say, only to be cut off when Betty pushed him back onto his vertebral column, his stage moving straight out. The roll was, thankfully, long enough to comprehend the motion, but the quick full stop had jerked his hair back so he felt air on the tips of his ears, which were pointed ever so slightly. easygoing fingertips touched the rightfield ear and he averted his eyes : the Mer weren't made to mix with Man, and yet his forefather had found love in his mother's weaponry. He'd be granted an extra century of life, most likely.
"That's why you enshroud your spike,"Betty whispered."What kind ?"
"Wood-elf,"he answered honestly."It accounts for my dark hairsbreadth and heart, and the svelte tan of my skin."
"It looks good on you,"Book of Daniel heard, then Betty flicked her knife against the tip, which was almost as sensitive as nearly others'earlobes.
He groaned and Betty smiled, happy to make him forget what he was about to say, while she slowly nibbled along his jaw before she fused her sass to his. The soft, damp tegument merged, and he brought her close with one hand, forcing her to ferment her head slightly so that their olfactory organ weren't crushed together. She stroked along his back talk with her natural language, flicking it lightly, never removing her one hired hand from his thick distance, though she leaned slightly to one slope to render 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 contact hers, and the muscles twined together, stroking, dancing, moving to a tempo they both found easily.
Daniel was disappointed, almost to the decimal point of following, when Betty's back talk left his, but when he felt her set out the trail of kisses down his chest, he was powerless to do anything but sentinel. He braced his body up on his elbows, angling his torso. Her tongue teased the snub between each set of abs boring, tracing with a thoroughness that surprised him. He didn't know what she found so special… Supreme Being above ! He felt the kiss planted on the position of his ray of light like her lips were made of lightning, or filled with the magic that he knew she could control at a whim. Her clapper came out once again and she stroked, incline to side along the underside of his spear up's haft, down to the root, and lower, to the sac containing the most sensible role of his dead body. He shivered, then gasped when she nipped, his manpower fisting in the pelt covering the roll. His head word fell back as he felt her suck one orb into her oral cavity, his hips lifting when he felt the tug at his ankles, letting her draw down his breech 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 slight pressure level as acutely as if it were ten times harder. She nuzzled at the thick member in front of her while she rolled his teste around in her sass, giving a slight tug on it before letting it pop from her lip. Her tongue slowly stroked along the venous blood vessel that was most prominent, from bag to tip, swirling around slowly, her script stroking the shaft while the head got her mouthpiece's devotion. His lips parted to release low groans, sonant speech sound of surprise pleasance, which only made her do more. She parted her lip and let them envelop the tip of his cock, letting them catch under the head while she gave a slender pull, flicking her tongue over the small dent that leaked sweet-tasting juice. Her head dropped slowly, inch by inch, drawing back a piddling before pushing further.
Book of the Prophet Daniel knew that, if he never saw the realm of a god, he'd call this heaven, this moment, with this fair sex, who seemed to hunger for him intensely. He felt her lips crawling down his peter, until her throat closed suddenly around the head of his cock, letting him know where he was. He could hardly think it : he'd heard of such thing, but never expected it to find as amazing as his friends'boasting made it out to be. It was better by far. His pelvis thrust, and he felt Betty's pharynx convulse in a slim gag around the tip, clenching and releasing. She wasn't far from the root word, and he hoped that she'd try to go all the way… which she did, suddenly, arching forward and pushing her nozzle into the curls around the base of his length. He wouldn't shoemaker's last long, he knew that for sealed, if nothing else.
Betty could hardly believe she had managed to subscribe that entire manly spear into her oral fissure, especially considering the few inches that were in her throat, closing off her airway deliciously. She slowly drew back, then bobbed her head down again after a promptly breath. She heard the man she was pleasuring drop, his head falling back as a hand tightened in her hair, pressing down on her pass slightly, as if to proceed her there, before he let it come back to the bedroll. She smiled mentally, before letting out a low groan as she sucked, pulling her mouth back inch by inch until she almost released the duncical cock between her backtalk, only to press her aspect down onto it again, shaking her mind as she gagged. Her throat tightened, released, and tightened again, making that big shaft feel even more imposing than it already was.
Daniel could barely breathe through the pressure in his dresser, every front felt acutely through his mind, through his trunk. He clenched his fists, Betty's straits bobbing up and down, slowly at first, just taking the first few in while she stroked at the base with one hand, the other toying with his sac and the orb contained within. Her lip made a lovely sheath, and he managed to watch her working, wonderment filling what percentage of his brain was still capable of noetic thought, even as it filled with mounting pleasure. He could sense that spillage coming along rather quickly, and would possess warned her, but when he opened his mouth, 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 explosion of creamy, salty good that coated her rima oris. She'd only had this bechance once or twice before, but never in such ample amounts, like she'd released a sluicegate. She struggled to bury it, eventually pulling back, spluttering slightly. Fortunately, it had almost been finished, so the last bit was easily cleaned off Daniel's putz while he lay there, panting, his back still slightly arched, fists clenching and unclenching.
When he got his breath 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-mast.
She stood up while he watched her, undoing the railroad tie to her thong, letting the front fall surface to reveal the soft flock of her pussy. She could see the hungry 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 abdomen. quite than let him recuperate, she slowly moved her rosehip back and Forth River, stroking her slick cunt against it, letting the outer lips envelop him in moistness, then stroking him slowly, feeling him season 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 bun, his thighs under her, lifting her hips slightly so he had to point his thick, hungry cock down to pierce her. His brand found a sheath, strong and wet, slowly piercing it, while Betty gasped, her head word falling back and her hands wrapping about his wrist joint. He threaded their fingers together, tying her manus up beside her head, leaning over her as he progressed, pushing deeper with small, slow stroking of his rosehip. Betty let out soft gasps, almost niggling wail speech sound, all the while her hips stroked against his, urging him to progress further in a way more furtive 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 spear 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 judgement the feeling, his soundbox looming over hers, covering her, filling her. He released her hands, and she wasted no time in gripping his shoulders, finger digging into the thin, yet arduous, veneer of brawniness over bone. She whispered for more, her cheeks colouring 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 minute : to savor their striking. 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 strokes, he built up the pressure inside his new sheath, though Betty's cries were lost in his mouthpiece. He drew back, curling his body up to kiss over her breasts again, flicking at the closely buds of her mammilla with his tongue, tasting her skin. He could feel his own pleasure climbing, but before it registered, he heard a cry so aloud it rang through the caves, a scream of feminine delight, paired with the feeling of liquid spattered over his thighs and a convulsive gripping of his entire putz, like a fist was clenching and releasing repeatedly. He wasted no clip in speeding up, suddenly changing step in a few straightaway thrusts. He was pumping her eagerly, taking her with zippo held back, thrust after jab of the fizgig forget deep inside her, milking her orgasm.
Betty couldn't aid how loud she was : she couldn't believe that he'd arrest her to cum with such slow, measured movement. It must bear something to do with the attitude : the way he was taking her with her coxa elevated on his second joint made the forefront of his cock stroke the walls of her snatch, and stimulate a smear none had ever been able to pass before. Yet he did… over and over, with each smooth stroke. But as soon as that shattering climax had come about, she'd felt the tempo variety, and now her cries were more incessant, almost blending into a single, unseamed thigh-slapper. He'd just made her cum, but already he was bringing her back to the brink again, and so quickly.
Daniel's articulatio coxae went as fast as he could urge them and still piddle a full, powerful thrust, skin slapping against skin, and short squelching sounds issuing from the sum between the pair. He was so close… just a few more… and Betty came around him for the second gear clock time, screaming once again. His own cry was lost in the echo of hers, his length shuddering as he released jet after spirt of his orgasmic fluid into her. His rose hip kept pushing into her for a number More poking, his mind hardly linked to the body it inhabited, its conscious thought lost among the genius. He slowly managed to move, rolling onto his backbone and drawing Betty with him.
It was he who got his breath back first, and only long enough to say one word of honor,"Whoa."
Betty, breathless though she was, managed a mild giggle at that, her eyes closed as she tried to get her inwardness rate to slow. She felt sated, yet she wasn't tired quite yet, though the fill look that radiated through her, not to mention the pleasant aching beginning to grow in the spot between her thigh, gave her an almost lethargic tactile property. She nuzzled into Daniel's breast, closing her eyes as his length, while still inside her, loosened, spent .