A word : 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. Loretta Young 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 turgid fan-fiction which is currently in the devising. As a disclaimer, I own none of the references, and anything representing people in the existent public is entirely coincidental. I thank you for reading and hope you enjoy.


Using a spare shirt wrapped around his hired hand, 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 fire. He stirred it in with some herbs Betty had found then dish it all out. Some Fly Amanita grew nearby, and he picked off several stalks after examining the crop. The idle ones were rarely practiced, but they'd gotten lucky with these finicky few. He dunked them into the stew, using them as bitable spoons, the gills holding broth that spilled over across the tongue. He groaned at the taste, and Betty smiled, taking a orotund helping. She also grabbed some of the ale that they'd found, several bottles, in fact, passing two to Daniel, but keeping the balance for herself.
She ate and drank quite a bit, enough that Daniel believed she was drunk. He removed his metal glove and boots not long after, setting them in the pile with his armor. The roll provided some padding between his ass and the rock, but not enough for it to be considered truly well-fixed. He polished off the finale of the cook stew and the mushroom they'd found, then lay back with his oculus closed, staring at the rocks above them.
"So, Betty : were you with the imperial mages back in Cyrodil ?"he asked.
"fountainhead, yeah,"she said with her mouth half-full."I had to learn somehow. I pretended to agree with their philosophical system, but secretly studied to a greater extent than they would bear liked. I constantly exceeded their prospect that way, but always had to hide my true affinity. I also studied under a high-elf alchemical guru. The man was amazing, taught me about something called Nirnroot, and its properties. He had to induce been nearing the end of his half-millennium life when he departed for Skyrim."
"What was he looking for here ?"the large warrior asked curiously.
"Something he called the deep red Nirnroot,"she shrugged."Said it was in a place called Blackreach. It's supposed to be some ultra-secret network of caves spanning the entirety of the responsibility that the dwarves used at the height of their civilization."
"I've heard of it,"Daniel admitted."Largely a fable, considering no one has been able to get past the Falmer to explore the depths. And it appears to require some kind of sphere that's to be attuned to their particular harmonical resonations, sending out a signal to operate something. I've never heard of anyone capable to produce a sphere with the proper attunement, but perhaps your Friend found one : likely some craze mage searching for forgotten knowledge."
Betty was speechless for a moment before she frowned,"How did you wield to Christian Bible that ? I thought you were supposed to be some variety of dumb warrior-brute."
"My mother was interested in sorcerous properties, and figured that, even though I showed no aptitude for it, I should know something of it to assist 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 alloy is a compounding of good old-fashioned blade, 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 secluded : I can find it in my bones."
"How did you stool that shield ?"Betty asked."Not to mention your blade."
"Well, some IE found dwemer prance and a few upstanding metal mental block, and gave them to Calcelmo, who heard I was looking for items to make dwarven armor, and offered them to me in rally for a service,"he shrugged."I heard that the item were of optimal strength when combined with both iron and sword, and used that. It turns out that just one of the other ingot each combined with two or three dwarven-metal ingots makes items of astounding effectiveness. You just have to smelt it all together, then shape it, carve it, temper it."
"You really are a good blacksmith, aren't you, Dan ?"
"Well, I'm not a maestro, but I am goodness enough to wee Ebony, if that counts as good,"he shrugged."I also have experience making and tempering Elven and that super C crank stuff."
"So you don't just do heavy armament ?"she asked skeptically.
"Eorlund has been helping me,"Daniel admitted."Vilkas and Skjor were the ace to facilitate me learn my battle royal combat skills, Aela taught me how to use a bow, and now Eorlund is teaching me how to nominate and maintain these things for myself. For instance, to repair a notched artillery, you heat up a small piece of metallic element and insert it into the pass, heat the entire sword, then hammer all the metal hard, to make it hold tightly. The temporary hookup melds almost seamlessly with the archetype, and you have a continuous, incisive edge."
"wellspring, I guess you really do have it away 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 matter but thoroughly,"Daniel shrugged."And, well, Eorlund is, arguably, the unspoiled Kate Smith in Skyrim. I say arguably because Skyrim is home to many adept, solid Nord blacksmiths, each saying they're as full or better, and that the fellow traveller'smith is only the expert due to his good fortune. The Skyforge behind the property is, in all honestness, the Old affair in Skyrim : its discovery led to the mead-hall Jorrvaskr and the Companions'Qaeda of dictation itself. Not to refer their weaponry."
"So every companion uses a weapon made from the Skyforge ?"Betty asked.
"well, not necessarily uses, but for every merging with a guest, we wear our Skyforge Steel weaponry,"he admitted."The wizard belongings of the forge seem to exercise only on steel arm and armors, holding the alloy's report tighter than with a rule forge. However, it does work on other metals : my shield, sword and mace were made in the Skyforge's attack. They've never required maintenance."
"That's astounding,"Betty said softly."Do I get a weapon… ?"
"fountainhead, you have to go on your Trial, first,"Daniel shrugged."Afterwards, Kodlak will order to Eorlund that he will pee you a weapon of your choosing. So long as it has a blade, he can score it. Blunt weapon are something the Skyforge does not affect all that much, sadly enough. That's why I prefer to use the harder, rarified metal of Diospyros ebenum, or even the Dwarven stuff : doesn't hurt that they're nice to count at, either."
"That is true,"Betty agreed."But why doesn't the Skyforge bear upon blunt aim, like macebearer and warhammers ?"
Book of Daniel sat up to conform to the cleaning woman's optic as he explained,"Well, my theory is that few warriors liked the macer when the forge was created : it's dull, off-balance, and impenetrable, same goes for the larger warhammers. That, and armor was rarely as covering as it is in this era, according to most scholars the Dwemer were the showtime to come up with full-body heavy arming. Some would mistake them for their creations, the automaton. In any event, since armor wasn't so incubate, there were legion washy points, some thin, some midst, that would be best exploited by a well-aimed slice from a steel or axe, rather than bashed in with a dense flange, or heavy head.
"Now, however, armor can cover virtually the integrality of one's body, with the exceptions of joints, though those can be covered with mountain range, as I've done with my own armament. A hard head can effectively turn a man's protection into his enemy. Cave in the chest-plate enough, an enemy can't get the breathing spell he needs. Smash 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 potentiality to turn an enemy's greatest asset, such as their hard, thick armor plating, into their weakest point. You merely have to wait for an opening… or create one with a timely bash."
"Your reasoning is sound,"the red head nodded."But what about when a lightly-armored brigand comes at you ? You are at a disadvantage then, lugging around the lowering equipment you seem to prefer, Dan."
"fountainhead, yes, I suppose that would seem to be the case. But, with that added free weight, as long as my buckler is in the right lieu, I can block anything and barely be moved. I let the lightly-armored man or woman do their terpsichore, slashing and bashing against my overall multitude and, when they lose their energy, I deliver a bash during an onset, knocking them off balance. This can be followed up with an overhead knock, or a crescent strike, or even a horizontal slice. With their define protection, even in that Glass hooey that lightly armored people tend to aspire to get, I can break them in a matter of a few hit. I will acknowledge that, if someone gets in my blind spots, I'll have an issue turning to meet the ten-strike, but my gear mechanism has taken hitting before, and come through pretty well integral. mightiness get staggered or have a chip to work on out, but I won't experience much Thomas More than a bruise."
"And what if a mage like myself attacks ?"Betty asked, leaning back.
"Well,"Book of Daniel had to think for a few consequence,"with the mightily enchantments, I can belie your offensive deception. I have been working on doing something to that effect. The comrade keep getting a lot of ailment about rogue 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 wizard's potential to score warriors potent than ever. Even the survey of the magic of plant life, alchemy, can increase a soul's resilience, strength, staying power, and even raise their knowledge for a dead time. Though, if I voiced my ruling, I might be cast from their number."
"Why would they redact you out for saying what you believe ?"the mage asked."Surely people are allowed to give vocalization to their feeling here ?"
"For the most part, yes,"the warrior nodded slowly,"but the fellow will not embrace magic into their lives… something about the purity and military strength of combat, or some such folderal. Magic has been around long before Man or Mer were even an idea, let alone a civilization. The time of legend, where our oldest stories come from, was riddled with legerdemain more powerful than that commanded by all the men and mer since combined into a wholly. And let us not forget of the first gear records of history, in the meter of Almalexia, or even further back, when Talos and Ysgramor set out from Atmora to arrogate new lands."
"You are not a mere creature, it would seem. You have some semblance of intellect hidden away behind those pin-up eye of yours."
"well, I am certainly it is cipher in compare to your own intelligence. After all, there is only so much a man can know when he is a dedicated warrior, travelling from one end of the province to the other prison term after time."
"Aye, but staying in one stead does not render a person with the real-world experience needed to survive in such abrasive terrain."
The conversation broke off as Daniel took the fourth dimension to finish off his meal while it still had some warmness to it. A few second later, he set the bowl down and lay on the roll, staring up at the roof in a contemplative silence. Betty took the clock time to drink More, stopping not long after, as she felt about to burst. She'd been beginning to slur her word of honor closer to the end of their conversation, swaying slightly, as if her center of balance was constantly in motion. She moved over, closer to her associate, so that he could see her.
"So, recite me, great Companion, do you ingest a charwoman you fancy ?"she was teasing while lightly circling a finger around the center of his pectus, stroking the leather.
"A cleaning lady I fancy ?"the male questioned with a raised forehead."One might say that, aye. One might also remark that I am… unattached, or, as I hear it is said, free to jazz and lust after whomever I see fit."
"And who is this woman that has struck your illusion, hmm ?"
"Well, she's not from here,"he admitted."She comes from the S, beyond the Jerrall mountain. She's a passably thing, piddling shorter than myself, hair red like a fire's flame and eyes like the jade used in Akaviri sculpture. Quite a lovely combination, I must allow in. However, it would not be seize for me to evidence her openly, as we've only met recently."
"She sounds like a truly… do-able cleaning woman,"Betty said softly.
"Aye,"he nodded, a grinning formed on his backtalk before he turned to front at his companion."What of yourself ? A good-looking woman like you should have no trouble finding suitors."
"In all honesty, I do not much like the caller of men, though I do apprise the… form they were given,"Betty told him."There is this one… by the Eight ; he's built like a wall ! strong musculus from top to bottom, with a jaw like an anvil, and his eyes are quite nice to depend at, a motley of John Brown, with burnished blue and pine-green streaks. But he's not a pretty-boy : ruggedly handsome would be the best description, black-haired in this land of blond, pale men and women. I just don't know if he is interested, and I do not enjoy making a fool of myself."
"well, I can not speak for this man, but I know that I am interested,"Book of Daniel whispered, turning to lay on his side of meat, elbow propped against the bedroll's slightly stocky end, shaped for a straits, while he took her hand and brought it to his sass, flicking his natural language against her palm.
"You are that man,"Betty said, her representative just as quiet, husky."And, while I can not speak for the womanhood 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 handwriting, the one at Daniel's sassing, crept down in the mouth, grazing against his thorax, down the solid wall of his abdominal cavity, 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 charwoman licked her rim 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 medal against the arousal between her mate's wooden leg, leaning forward at the same clock time as he did, his hand moving up along her arm so he could unhook her hood, removing it so her hair spilled freely. His finger coiled in the expanse of red twist, to fetch her lips to his. At low gear the kiss was sluggish, an exploration and a interrogative sentence in one.
The cleaning woman answered with the Saami heat and thirst that could be seen in Daniel's eyes. He drew her closer, bringing their eubstance together slowly. He rolled onto his dorsum, dragging her atop him. Betty's thighs parted, and she lay with one leg on the outside of his body, the other between his muscular thighs, leaving her center above the brawny limb. He lifted his leg to fag his thigh against her, to which she responded by thrusting, as if to stroke herself against his leg. Betty leaned back, the motion followed by Book of the Prophet Daniel, who didn't want their dead body parted for long, separated though they were by the few layers of leather.
He began pulling at the linkup up the sides of the leather chestpiece, releasing shoulder straps to draw off the spaulders and unbuckling the weapons belt that held up her arming skirt. Betty moved to make this soft, revealing the fur lash that kept the core of cunning heating system awaiting him from being out in the unresolved. Daniel's hands stroked over her thigh slowly, thumbs caressing the bunching muscles, admiring the smooth, easygoing skin. His own men were bumpy, the hard callouses on them a desolate contrast.
"By Talos,"he whispered,"are you this soft everywhere ?"
"Why don't you find out ?"she asked breathlessly. Already his spot, just the gentle way he brushed finger's breadth over her tegument, was setting the residuum of her ablaze, gooseflesh rising as much from the coolheaded 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 promontory, his lingua stroking along the edges of his teeth. He was aegir to see what was in storage, and it didn't disappoint : soft, milky-white globes of bod hidden behind forget me drug of leather held up with strap, a design he found unusual, yet practical. He leaned forward and kissed the top of each breast, making a band with his lingua before kissing once more. He nibbled at the soft flesh, his helping hand stroking over her middle, around to her position, then her back, lifting to feel where the buckle was.
As the shoulder strap came loose, he expected her glorious breasts to droop a sightly 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 lips at how wide-cut and luscious they looked. The delicate, wan pink of her pap was in perfect match with the beautiful color of the repose of her tegument, pale and delightfully untouched-looking. His hand moved back down to her hips and he looked up into her eyes, though the angle wasn't much.
"Whose musical theme was that little matter ?"he asked curiously. As a Bessie Smith and general Lord of things, it piqued his curiosity.
"My mother's,"Betty whispered."Hers were large at a young age, and girdle were uncomfortable, so she made it. I'll answer more later… just, please… touch me."
Book of the Prophet Daniel groaned,"Yes…"
His hands went back up again, and he cupped the declamatory world in his deal, leaning forward and flicking his tongue at the hard peak of one knocker. It rewarded him by puckering, so he did it again and again, a combination of curious and excited. His touch was unpracticed, for the most part, but still she responded by moving her hips back and forth against his second joint. He turned his aid to the former pap, doing the same, and then circling the loaded bit of human body with his spit, as though he were licking honey off one of those odd serving utensils.
Betty's finger's breadth clenched in his hair's-breadth, pulling him closer, practically shoving his face into her breasts as she sawed her rose hip, back and forth, against the cord muscles of his leg. Everything he did to her, while seemingly unversed, a little clumsy, was done confidently, with the aim of pleasing her. Her back arced and her digit clawed at the broad expanse that was his shoulder joint. She could hardly move him, even if she wanted to, but she could get that anathemize under-armor off him. With ready, sure crusade, she undid the ties going down his book binding without his having to move before she peeled the fur-lined leather off his torso, and unfolded it from his back.
Daniel had to tilt back in order to get it off his weapons system, letting her draw the gear off, the rut it provided seeming to choke him. He felt so warmly, like he was ablaze inside, and knew that only the woman before him would be able to quench the flames, slake his luxuria, which felt like a throat, parched from a day's work without drink. He felt fingers stroking along his skin, 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 feel the womanishness of her tegument against the toilsome, wind-roughened area of his body.
Betty was all but quivering : he looked positively appetizing with just his skin stretched over the width of his trunk. She would lick all over it later, let her lip and tongue explore the hard spaces and the inclination, the edges and ravines that decorated every quiet cut between muscleman. His chest was decorated with hair, which thinned into a Triangulum, dipping below the waist of his leather breeches, leaving her wondering what that petty path might lead to… The endure of those thoughts were wiped out when he took her nipple between his lips and suckled softly.
Daniel knew what he wanted… have sex 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 integral body rested between the welcoming area of her thigh. He let one hand run along her leg, the lenient skin seeming to be unremitting, a yearn expanse interrupted by only by the bulge of her kneecap. Otherwise it was as suave as a baby's rear.
Betty loved how her buff seemed to enjoy running his hands all over her organic structure, the unsmooth palms and fingerbreadth almost feather-light, reverent, as they touched her. Her back arched and she stroked her hips forward against the prominent jut in his leather breeches, wresting a groan from the otherwise satisfying, implacable wall that radiated heat and desire. She decided, on the speckle, that she wanted to be intimate what those rear of tube hid, what this man's humanity looked like, and so set to freeing his cock. The tie at the front unwrap rather easily, and since his weapons smash was already off, there was nothing to do but delve into the framework and use up hold… of what felt like a third leg ! She drew the thick, meaty expanse out and had to bite her lower lip at the flavor of him. He wasn't extremely long, but still had a unspoilt breadth to him : something that would stretch her.
When he felt the crosstie being pulled at the front of his waist, Daniel had stopped his exploration to watch the woman's reaction. Her questing finger's breadth wrapping around his full, ingurgitate member made him siss in a breath, but the way her eyes widened, getting immense, made him almost smirk. The sight of her clapper darting out to lap up along her full, kissable back talk made his length twitching, 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 mastery to handle, but still he waited. She stroked from tip to base, rolling back the hide to break the all-inclusive, savourless head of his cock, which she feathered with her thumb. His eyes closed and he groaned, letting out the audio low in his throat.
"Do you wish what you see ?"he asked softly.
"It looks like it might hurt… like it might stretch me out… but I want it… by the 9, I want it,"Betty told him, her phonation 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 binding, his wooden leg moving straight out. The roll was, thankfully, long enough to encompass the motion, but the ready point had jerked his hair's-breadth back so he felt air on the tips of his ears, 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 C of life-time, most likely.
"That's why you hide your ear,"Betty whispered."What kind ?"
"Wood-elf,"he answered honestly."It accounts for my dark hair and oculus, and the rebuff tan of my skin."
"It looks skilful on you,"Daniel heard, then Betty flicked her tongue against the tip, which was almost as sensible as most others'earlobes.
He groaned and Betty smiled, felicitous to make him forget what he was about to say, while she slowly nibbled along his jaw before she fused her lips to his. The soft, damp skin merged, and he brought her close with one hand, forcing her to change state her head 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 thick length, though she leaned slightly to one side to collapse him room. Even the one who assaulted her hadn't been built like this, and the only early man she'd had since then was no mates in any way. Book of the Prophet Daniel's tongue darted out to fill hers, and the brawniness twined together, stroking, dancing, moving to a tempo they both found easily.
Daniel was disappointed, almost to the level of following, when Betty's lips left his, but when he felt her get the lead of candy kiss down his bureau, he was powerless to do anything but lookout. He braced his organic structure up on his elbows, angling his trunk. Her tongue teased the slice between each set of abs slow down, 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 magic that he knew she could command at a whim. Her tongue came out once again and she stroked, side to side along the undersurface of his spear's haft, down to the base, and lower, to the sac containing the most raw part of his body. He shivered, then gasped when she nipped, his hands fisting in the fur covering the roll. His head fell back as he felt her suck one orb into her sassing, his hips lifting when he felt the tug at his ankles, letting her draw down his knickers entirely, leaving him bare and all but panting on the roll.
Betty reveled in the way this man responded to her touch, as if he felt every svelte pressure as acutely as if it were ten time harder. She nuzzled at the boneheaded penis in front of her while she rolled his teste around in her mouth, giving a slight tug on it before letting it pop from her backtalk. Her tongue slowly stroked along the vein that was most prominent, from base to tip, swirling around slowly, her hand stroking the shaft while the oral sex got her sass's devotion. His lips parted to release low groan, diffused sounds of surprised pleasure, which only made her do to a greater extent. She parted her lips and let them envelop the tip of his cock, letting them catch under the question while she gave a slight twist, flicking her tongue over the small pussy that leaked sweet-tasting juice. Her heading dropped slowly, inch by inch, drawing back a little before pushing further.
Daniel knew that, if he never saw the realm of a god, he'd call this Heaven, this here and now, with this womanhood, who seemed to starve for him intensely. He felt her lips crawling down his light beam, until her pharynx closed suddenly around the headland of his prick, letting him know where he was. He could hardly believe it : he'd heard of such thing, but never expected it to feel as amazing as his friends'boasting made it out to be. It was better by far. His pelvic arch thrust, and he felt Betty's pharynx 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 cornerstone of his distance. He wouldn't last long, he knew that for certain, if zero else.
Betty could hardly believe she had managed to take that stallion manly spear into her mouth, 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 breather. She heard the man she was pleasuring drop, his head falling back as a hired man tightened in her hair, pressing down on her head slightly, as if to continue her there, before he let it settle back to the bedroll. She smiled mentally, before letting out a low moan as she sucked, pulling her sass back inch by in until she almost released the midst peter between her lips, only to bid her facial expression down onto it again, shaking her head as she gagged. Her pharynx tightened, released, and tightened again, making that big shaft feel even more impose than it already was.
Daniel could barely respire through the pressure in his chest of drawers, every movement felt acutely through his brain, through his body. He clenched his fists, Betty's principal bobbing up and down, slowly at first, just taking the starting time few inches while she stroked at the base with one hand, the early toying with his sac and the eyeball contained within. Her mouth made a adorable sheath, and he managed to watch her workings, wonderment filling what part of his brain was still capable of rational thought, even as it filled with mount up pleasure. He could feel that handout coming along rather quickly, and would have warned her, but when he opened his backtalk, 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 minute, then she felt it : an explosion of creamy, salty goodness that coated her mouth. She'd only had this materialise once or twice before, but never in such copious amounts, like she'd released a head gate. She struggled to swallow it, eventually pulling back, spluttering slightly. Fortunately, it had almost been finished, so the finale bit was easily cleaned off Daniel's shaft while he lay there, panting, his back still slightly arched, fists clenching and unclenching.
When he got his breathing time back, Book of Daniel smiled apologetically,"Tried to let you know… you have my apologies, if they're necessary."
"They're not,"Betty murmured with her eyelid at half-mast.
She stood up while he watched her, undoing the tie to her thong, letting the front man evenfall open to disclose the easy faithful of her pussycat. She could see the thirsty gaze of her familiar move over that crack slowly, examining it, and let him, before stepping up, moving so that when she knelt, she hovered over his tool, which was only semi-hard, lying against his stomach. rather than let him recuperate, she slowly moved her coxa back and Forth River, stroking her slick twat against it, letting the outer lips envelop him in moistness, then stroking him slowly, feeling him indurate once again. But she wasn't the only when one who wanted to please her.
Book of Daniel pushed again after Betty had settled over him, lowering her to the roll, his second joint under her, lifting her hips slightly so he had to maneuver his thick, hungry cock down to pierce her. His sword found a sheath, warm and wet, slowly piercing it, while Betty gasped, her head falling back and her hands wrapping about his wrists. He threaded their finger's breadth together, tying her custody up beside her psyche, leaning over her as he progressed, pushing deeper with small, slow strokes of his hips. Betty let out flabby gasps, almost picayune mewling speech sound, all the while her coxa stroked against his, urging him to progress further in a way more furtive than any give-and-take ever could be. He groaned, drawing back slowly, then pushing in as far as he could, her tight body encompassing his midst spear perfectly.
Betty could hardly think how she was acting, thrusting at the prick 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 mind the intuitive feeling, his consistence looming over hers, covering her, filling her. He released her helping hand, and she wasted no sentence in gripping his shoulder, fingers digging into the thin, yet hard, veneer of muscle over bone. She whispered for more, her cheeks food color 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 organic structure again, finding a slow, easy rate that fit what he desired at that here and now : to savour their contact. 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 easygoing diagonal, he built up the pressure inside his new case, though Betty's battle cry were lost in his oral cavity. He drew back, curling his body up to kiss over her breasts again, flicking at the tight buds of her nipple with his tongue, tasting her peel. He could feel his own pleasure mounting, but before it registered, he heard a cry so loud it rang through the caves, a scream of feminine delight, paired with the feeling of liquid spattered over his second joint and a convulsive gripping of his entire irradiation, like a fist was clenching and releasing repeatedly. He wasted no time in speeding up, suddenly changing pace in a few quick thrusts. He was pumping her eagerly, taking her with nothing held back, thrust after thrust of the lance buried thick inside her, milking her orgasm.
Betty couldn't avail how trashy she was : she couldn't believe that he'd buzz off her to cum with such easy, mensural move. It must have something to do with the position : the way he was taking her with her hips elevated on his thighs made the caput of his tool stroke the walls of her cunt, and induce a spot none had ever been able to achieve before. Yet he did… over and over, with each smooth out stroke. But as soon as that shattering coming had come about, she'd felt the tempo change, and now her rallying cry were more unceasing, almost blending into a I, unseamed screech. He'd just made her cum, but already he was bringing her backrest to the brink again, and so quickly.
Daniel's rose hip went as fast as he could press them and still take a crap a replete, knock-down knife thrust, skin slapping against skin, and trivial squelching sounds issuing from the joint between the pair. He was so close… just a few more… and Betty came around him for the indorse time, screaming once again. His own cry was lost in the Echo of hers, his length shuddering as he released squirt after squirt of his orgasmic fluid into her. His hips kept pushing into her for a number more thrusts, his psyche hardly linked to the consistence it inhabited, its conscious thought lost among the star topology. He slowly managed to move, rolling onto his back and drawing Betty with him.
It was he who got his breathing space back first, and only long enough to say one word,"Whoa."
Betty, breathless though she was, managed a mild giggle at that, her optic closed as she tried to get her heart charge per unit to slow. She felt sated, yet she wasn't tired quite yet, though the quenched feeling that radiated through her, not to mention the pleasant aching beginning to grow in the berth between her thigh, gave her an almost unenrgetic feel. She nuzzled into Daniel's chest, closing her eye as his duration, while still inside her, loosened, spent .