A word : This is a fan-fiction of The elderberry bush 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 Martha Beatrice Potter Webb is a magus of Bruma, while Book of the Prophet Daniel is a native of Skyrim and one of the companion. The part you are about to study is a dowery of a lots larger fan-fiction which is currently in the devising. As a disavowal, I own none of the quotation, and anything representing citizenry in the real world is entirely coincidental. I thank you for reading and hope you enjoy.


Using a spare shirt wrapped around his hand, he grabbed the heavy cauldron of stew off the fervency, setting it down nearby and sprinkling in some Strategic Arms Limitation Talks from a spice pot above the flame. He stirred it in with some herbs Betty had found then serve up it all out. Some Fly Amanita grew nearby, and he picked off several stalks after examining the harvest. The godforsaken single were rarely secure, but they'd gotten lucky with these picky few. He dunked them into the stew, using them as bitable spoons, the gill holding broth that spilled over across the natural language. He groaned at the discernment, and Betty smiled, taking a heavy helping. She also grabbed some of the ale that they'd found, several feeding bottle, in fact, passing two to Daniel, but keeping the eternal sleep for herself.
She ate and drank quite a bit, enough that Book of Daniel believed she was drunk. He removed his gauntlets and kicking not long after, setting them in the pile with his armor. The roll provided some cushioning between his ass and the John Rock, but not enough for it to be considered truly comfortable. He polished off the last of the prepared sweat and the mushroom cloud they'd found, then lay back with his eye closed, staring at the rocks above them.
"So, Betty : were you with the Imperial mages back in Cyrodil ?"he asked.
"wellspring, yeah,"she said with her mouth half-full."I had to learn somehow. I pretended to concur with their philosophy, but secretly studied more than they would have liked. I constantly exceeded their arithmetic mean that way, but always had to enshroud my straight affinities. I also studied under a high-elf alchemical Guru. The man was awing, taught me about something called Nirnroot, and its place. He had to have been nearing the end of his half-millennium life sentence when he departed for Skyrim."
"What was he looking for here ?"the vauntingly warrior asked curiously.
"Something he called the deep red Nirnroot,"she shrugged."Said it was in a situation called Blackreach. It's supposed to be some ultra-secret web of caves spanning the entireness of the responsibility that the nanus used at the stature of their civilization."
"I've heard of it,"Book of Daniel admitted."Largely a legend, considering no one has been able to get past the Falmer to search the profundity. And it appears to require some sort of heavens that's to be attuned to their particular harmonic resonations, sending out a signal to engage something. I've never heard of anyone able to create a sphere with the proper attunement, but perhaps your friend found one : likely some half-crazed mage searching for block knowledge."
Betty was speechless for a moment before she frowned,"How did you manage to word that ? I thought you were supposed to be some sorting of dumb warrior-brute."
"My female parent was interested in magical place, and figured that, even though I showed no aptitude for it, I should know something of it to help protect myself,"he shrugged,"that, and I'm particularly fascinated with the nanus. Their equipping was tough than anything I've ever seen. I believe the metallic element is a compounding of good old-fashioned 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 take a leak that buckler ?"Betty asked."Not to mention your blade."
"Well, some IE found dwemer strut and a few solid metallic element auction block, and gave them to Calcelmo, who heard I was looking for items to make dwarven armor, and offered them to me in central for a service,"he shrugged."I heard that the point were of optimal strong suit when combined with both iron and brand, and used that. It turns out that just one of the early ingot each combined with two or three dwarven-metal ingots makes items of astounding strength. You just have to smelt it all together, then physical body it, chip at it, temper it."
"You really are a effective blacksmith, aren't you, Dan ?"
"Well, I'm not a sea captain, but I am ripe enough to make Ebony, if that counts as good,"he shrugged."I also have experience fashioning and tempering Elven and that Green River 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 ones to facilitate me learn my melee combat science, Aela taught me how to use a bow, and now Eorlund is teaching me how to make and asseverate these things for myself. For representative, to repair a notched arm, you heat up a small piece of metal and insert it into the notch, heat the entire vane, then hammer all the metal hard, to cause it have tightly. The darn melds almost seamlessly with the original, and you have a continuous, sharp edge."
"fountainhead, I guess you really do sleep together 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 former way to do affair but thoroughly,"Daniel shrugged."And, well, Eorlund is, arguably, the best smith in Skyrim. I say arguably because Skyrim is home to many just, unanimous Nord blacksmiths, each saying they're as good or better, and that the fellow traveler'Captain John Smith is only the best due to his near fortune. The Skyforge behind the post is, in all Lunaria annua, the Old thing in Skyrim : its discovery led to the mead-hall Jorrvaskr and the Companions'al-Qaeda of command itself. Not to mention their weaponry."
"So every companion uses a artillery made from the Skyforge ?"Betty asked.
"Well, not necessarily uses, but for every confluence with a client, we wear our Skyforge Steel weaponry,"he admitted."The magical properties of the forge seem to influence only on steel arm and armour, holding the metal's composition mingy than with a normal forge. However, it does work on early metallic element : my shell, steel and macebearer were made in the Skyforge's fires. They've never required maintenance."
"That's astounding,"Betty said softly."Do I get a weapon… ?"
"fountainhead, you have to go on your tryout, first,"Daniel shrugged."Afterwards, Kodlak will order 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 regard all that much, sadly enough. That's why I prefer to use the harder, rarer metal of Diospyros ebenum, or even the Dwarven stuff and nonsense : doesn't hurt that they're Nice to look at, either."
"That is true,"Betty agreed."But why doesn't the Skyforge dissemble blunt object, like maces and warhammers ?"
Daniel sat up to meet the fair sex's optic as he explained,"Well, my possibility is that few warriors liked the mace when the forge was created : it's slow down, off-balance, and clayey, same goes for the big warhammers. That, and armor was rarely as covering as it is in this era, according to well-nigh scholars the Dwemer were the first to come up with full-body leaden equipping. Some would slip them for their instauration, the zombi. In any event, since armor wasn't so plow, there were numerous light period, some thin, some midst, that would be best exploited by a well-aimed fade from a blade or axe, rather than bashed in with a deadening rim, or heavy head.
"Now, however, armor can treat virtually the entirety of one's dead body, with the exceptions of joints, though those can be covered with range, as I've done with my own equipping. A hard head can effectively turn a man's security into his enemy. Cave in the chest-plate enough, an enemy can't get the breath he needs. bankrupt a cuticle with the head of a warhammer, you have the power to dent it, or even shatter it, rendering it entirely useless. Blunt artillery have the potential to call on an enemy's greatest asset, such as their intemperately, heavyset armor plating, into their faint full point. You merely have to wait for an opening… or make one with a well-timed bash."
"Your abstract thought is phone,"the red head nodded."But what about when a lightly-armored bandit comes at you ? You are at a disadvantage then, lugging around the arduous equipment you seem to prefer, Dan."
"Well, yes, I suppose that would look to be the instance. But, with that added weight, as long as my carapace is in the right position, I can block anything and barely be moved. I let the lightly-armored man or woman do their dance, slashing and bashing against my boilers suit mass and, when they lose their DOE, I deliver a bash during an fire, knocking them off rest. This can be followed up with an overhead crash, or a crescent rap, or even a horizontal slash. With their specify protection, even in that drinking glass poppycock that lightly armored people tend to aspire to get, I can break them in a subject of a few bang. I will admit that, if someone gets in my blind spots, I'll have an number turning to meet the bang, but my gear has taken bang before, and come through pretty well intact. power get staggered or have a chip to form out, but I won't feel much more than a bruise."
"And what if a mage like myself attacks ?"Betty asked, leaning back.
"Well,"Book of the Prophet Daniel had to believe for a few consequence,"with the right enchantments, I can negate your violative magic. I have been working on doing something to that event. The Companions keep open getting a lot of ailment about rogue mages and atronachs, but when we try to look at them down it's risky, seeing as few of our figure employ defensive trick. I'm one of the few who sees magical's potential drop to nominate warriors stronger than ever. Even the study of the legerdemain of plant life living, chemistry, can increase a person's resilience, strength, staying power, and even enhance their knowledge for a short prison term. Though, if I voiced my notion, I might be cast from their number."
"Why would they couch you out for saying what you believe ?"the mage asked."Surely multitude are allowed to give vocalism to their beliefs here ?"
"For the nearly part, yes,"the warrior nodded slowly,"but the Companions will not cover magic into their lives… something about the innocence and strength of armed combat, or some such folderal. conjuring trick has been around long before Man or Mer were even an musical theme, let alone a culture. The metre of Legend, where our former stories come from, was riddled with magic more powerful than that commanded by all the men and mer since combined into a all. And let us not forget of the first disk of history, in the time of Almalexia, or even further back, when Talos and Ysgramor set out from Atmora to take new lands."
"You are not a bare brute, it would seem. You have some likeness of intellect hidden away behind those lovely eyes of yours."
"Well, I am sure it is nothing in comparability to your own intelligence. After all, there is only so much a man can sleep together when he is a dedicated warrior, travelling from one end of the province to the other metre after time."
"Aye, but staying in one place does not provide a mortal with the real-world experience needed to survive in such coarse terrain."
The conversation broke off as Daniel took the metre to wind up off his repast while it still had some heat to it. A few minute of arc later, he set the bowl down and lay on the roll, staring up at the ceiling in a pondering secretiveness. Betty took the metre to drink more, stopping not long after, as she felt about to erupt. She'd been beginning to slur her words closer to the end of their conversation, swaying slightly, as if her sum of Libra was constantly in motion. She moved over, faithful to her companion, so that he could see her.
"So, tell me, outstanding comrade, do you induce a woman you fancy ?"she was teasing while lightly circling a finger around the center of his pectus, stroking the leather.
"A cleaning 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, innocent to make out and lust after whomever I see fit."
"And who is this woman that has struck your fancy, hmm ?"
"Well, she's not from here,"he admitted."She comes from the Dixie, beyond the Jerrall wad. She's a pretty thing, picayune shorter than myself, hair red like a fire's flame and optic like the jade used in Akaviri carving. Quite a cover girl combination, I must admit. However, it would not be appropriate for me to tell her openly, as we've only met recently."
"She sounds like a truly… do-able woman,"Betty said softly.
"Aye,"he nodded, a smiling formed on his back talk before he turned to depend at his fellow traveller."What of yourself ? A good-looking woman like you should experience no trouble finding suitors."
"In all honesty, I do not much like the company of men, though I do appreciate the… form they were given,"Betty told him."There is this one… by the Eight ; he's built like a wall ! strong heftiness from top to bottom, with a jaw like an anvil, and his eyes are quite prissy to look at, a commixture of Robert Brown, with vivid amobarbital sodium and pine-green streaks. But he's not a pretty-boy : ruggedly handsome would be the best description, dark-haired in this land of light-haired, wan men and cleaning lady. I just don't know if he is concern, and I do not enjoy making a fool of myself."
"Well, I can not speak for this man, but I know that I am concerned,"Daniel whispered, turning to lay on his incline, cubitus propped against the bedroll's slightly boneheaded end, shaped for a drumhead, while he took her hand and brought it to his brim, flicking his natural language against her palm.
"You are that man,"Betty said, her voice just as tranquilize, husky."And, while I can not speak for the adult female you are concern in, I know that I am."
"You are the womanhood I wish,"he told her quietly.
"good,"Betty's mouth curled into a grinning, and she moved closer. Her hand, the one at Daniel's lips, crept scurvy, grazing against his chest, down the upstanding wall of his abdomen, to cup his crotch.
The great warrior gasped in surprise, looking down before looking back up at Betty, his regard a smolder of desire. The charwoman licked her lips at the fervency she saw burning there, just waiting to be put out by her, by the wetness of both her sets of lips. She stroked her palm against the stimulation between her better half's legs, leaning forward at the same fourth dimension as he did, his mitt moving up along her arm so he could unhook her goon, removing it so her hair spilled freely. His fingers coiled in the surface area of red tress, to work her lips to his. At first the kiss was slow, an exploration and a doubtfulness in one.
The woman answered with the same heat and thirstiness that could be seen in Daniel's optic. He drew her closer, bringing their consistency 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 organic structure, the former between his muscular thighs, leaving her core above the muscular tree branch. 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 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 association up the sides of the leather chestpiece, releasing shoulder shoulder strap to suck off the spaulders and unbuckling the weapons belt that held up her arming annulus. Betty moved to make this easier, revealing the fur thong that kept the centre of slickness hotness awaiting him from being out in the capable. Daniel's hands stroked over her thigh slowly, pollex caressing the bunching musculus, admiring the smooth, sonant skin. His own hands were rough, the hard 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 gentle way he brushed fingerbreadth over her skin, was setting the rest of her ablaze, gooseflesh rising as much from the cool air as the anticipation.
"I plan to,"he said in a confident tone.
He found the leave of her armor and slid it over her head, his tongue stroking along the bound of his teeth. He was eager to see what was in store, and it didn't disappoint : soft, milky-white earth of flesh hidden behind round of leather held up with shoulder strap, a design he found strange, yet hard-nosed. He leaned forward and kissed the top of each breast, making a circle with his tongue before kissing once more. He nibbled at the subdued frame, his hands stroking over her eye, around to her sides, then her back, lifting to ascertain where the buckle was.
As the shoulder strap came loose, he expected her brilliant titty to wilt a bonny bit, but they didn't, to his surprisal. Yes, they dropped a distich inches, but not as much as he expected, making him lick his brim at how full and delicious they looked. The soft, pallid garden pink of her nipples was in perfect tense mates with the beautiful coloring of the rest of her hide, pale and delightfully untouched-looking. His helping hand moved back down to her coxa and he looked up into her eyes, though the Angle wasn't much.
"Whose idea was that petty matter ?"he asked curiously. As a Ian Smith and ecumenical manufacturing business of affair, it piqued his curiosity.
"My mother's,"Betty whispered."Hers were declamatory at a young age, and corsets were uncomfortable, so she made it. I'll answer more later… just, please… touch me."
Daniel groaned,"Yes…"
His manpower went back up again, and he cupped the large ball in his custody, leaning forward and flicking his tongue at the hard peak of one breast. It rewarded him by puckering, so he did it again and again, a combination of rum and excited. His touch was unpracticed, for the about component part, but still she responded by moving her hip back and forth against his second joint. He turned his attention to the other nipple, doing the same, and then circling the slopped bit of chassis with his lingua, as though he were licking beloved off one of those odd serving utensils.
Betty's fingers clenched in his haircloth, pulling him closer, practically shoving his fount into her bosom as she sawed her pelvic girdle, back and forth, against the cord 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 broad sweep that was his articulatio humeri. She could hardly move him, even if she wanted to, but she could get that damn under-armor off him. With quick, indisputable movements, she undid the standoff going down his rachis without his having to move before she peeled the fur-lined leather off his body, and unfolded it from his back.
Daniel had to lean back in order to get it off his sleeve, letting her haul the paraphernalia off, the heat it provided seeming to choke him. He felt so warm, like he was ablaze inside, and knew that only the woman before him would be able to allay the flame, slake his lust, which felt like a pharynx, parched from a day's work without beverage. He felt finger's breadth stroking along his pelt, nails scraping at physical body, which rose in goosebumps, just as hers had under his caresses. He shivered slightly, and then drew her against him, wanting to feel the fogginess of her skin against the grueling, wind-roughened expanse of his body.
Betty was all but palpitation : he looked positively appetizing with just his skin stretched over the breadth of his torso. She would solve all over it later, let her lips and glossa explore the hard quad and the plunge, the bound and ravines that decorated every smooth out cut between muscle. His chest was decorated with tomentum, which thinned into a triangle, dipping below the waist of his leather knee breeches, leaving her wondering what that little way might conduce to… The finally of those thoughts were wiped out when he took her nipple between his brim and suckled softly.
Book of Daniel knew what he wanted… knew where it was located, but didn't want to kibosh 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 sweep of her thighs. He let one hand run along her leg, the soft tegument seeming to be never-ending, a long expanse interrupted by only by the excrescence of her kneecap. Otherwise it was as smooth as a baby's rear.
Betty loved how her lover seemed to love running his hands all over her consistency, the rough laurel wreath and fingers almost feather-light, reverent, as they touched her. Her back arched and she stroked her hips forward against the large extrusion in his leather breeches, wresting a moan from the otherwise solid, implacable paries that radiated oestrus and desire. She decided, on the spot, that she wanted to know what those breeches hid, what this man's humanness looked like, and so set to freeing his cock. The tie at the front loosen rather easily, and since his weapon system smash was already off, there was cypher to do but delve into the fabric and take hold… of what felt like a third leg ! She drew the midst, meaty surface area out and had to burn her low-pitched lip at the look of him. He wasn't extremely long, but still had a good breadth to him : something that would debase her.
When he felt the ties being pulled at the front of his waist, Daniel had stopped his geographic expedition to see the womanhood's chemical reaction. Her questing fingers wrapping around his full, pig out member made him siss in a breathing time, but the way her eyes widened, getting immense, made him almost smirk. The visual sense of her tongue darting out to drub along her full, kissable lips made his length twitch, which earned him a throaty giggle. By the Daedra… seeing her looking at him like that, like she just wanted to eat all of him slowly, to savor him, was almost too often for his control to cover, but still he waited. She stroked from tip to base, rolling back the skin to expose the wide, flat foreland of his peter, which she feathered with her pollex. His heart closed and he groaned, letting out the sound low in his throat.
"Do you care what you see ?"he asked softly.
"It looks like it might hurt… like it might stretch out me out… but I want it… by the club, I want it,"Betty told him, her vocalization easygoing, 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 bankroll was, thankfully, long enough to comprehend the motion, but the quick stop had jerked his whisker back so he felt air on the lead of his ears, which were pointed ever so slightly. diffuse fingertips touched the right field ear and he averted his eyes : the Mer weren't made to mix with Man, and yet his Father-God had found love in his mother's arms. He'd be granted an additional C of life, virtually likely.
"That's why you cover your ears,"Betty whispered."What kind ?"
"Wood-elf,"he answered honestly."It accounts for my dark hair's-breadth and eyes, and the svelte tan of my skin."
"It looks upright on you,"Book of the Prophet Daniel heard, then Betty flicked her spit against the tip, which was almost as sensitive as nigh others'earlobes.
He groaned and Betty smiled, glad to take a leak him forget what he was about to say, while she slowly nibbled along his jaw before she fused her lips to his. The diffuse, damp hide merged, and he brought her close with one hand, forcing her to release her head slightly so that their nozzle weren't crushed together. She stroked along his sassing with her knife, flicking it lightly, never removing her one mitt from his thick length, though she leaned slightly to one face to present 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. Book of Daniel's knife darted out to assemble hers, and the muscleman twined together, stroking, dancing, moving to a pacing they both found easily.
Daniel was disappointed, almost to the degree of following, when Betty's back talk left his, but when he felt her begin the trail of buss down his chest, he was powerless to do anything but vigil. He braced his consistency up on his elbow joint, angling his torso. Her tongue teased the cutting off between each set of abs slow, tracing with a thoroughness that surprised him. He didn't know what she found so special… Gods above ! He felt the kiss planted on the side of his shaft like her lips were made of lightning, or filled with the magic that he knew she could command at a impulse. Her clapper came out once again and she stroked, slope to side along the underside of his gig's haft, down to the base, and miserable, to the sac containing the most sensitive part of his organic structure. He shivered, then gasped when she nipped, his bridge player fisting in the fur covering the drum roll. His straits fell back as he felt her suck one orb into her oral cavity, his pelvic girdle lifting when he felt the tug at his ankles, letting her draw down his breeches entirely, leaving him defenseless and all but panting on the roll.
Betty reveled in the way this man responded to her tactual sensation, as if he felt every slight pressure 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 sassing, giving a slight tug on it before letting it pop from her mouth. Her knife slowly stroked along the vena that was most prominent, from base to tip, swirling around slowly, her helping hand stroking the shaft while the head got her lip's cultism. His sassing parted to put out low groan, sonant strait of surprised pleasure, which only made her do Sir Thomas More. She parted her lips and let them envelop the tip of his cock, letting them enamor under the drumhead while she gave a cold-shoulder pull, flicking her glossa over the small-scale slit that leaked sweet-tasting juice. Her foreland dropped slowly, inch by in, drawing back a little before pushing further.
Daniel knew that, if he never saw the region of a god, he'd holler this Heaven, this moment, with this woman, who seemed to hunger for him intensely. He felt her lips crawling down his shaft, until her throat closed suddenly around the psyche of his pecker, letting him recognize where he was. He could hardly believe it : he'd heard of such thing, but never expected it to feel as amazing as his acquaintance'boasting made it out to be. It was better by far. His hips jab, and he felt Betty's throat convulse in a slight gag around the tip, clenching and releasing. She wasn't far from the foot, and he hoped that she'd try to go all the way… which she did, suddenly, arching forward and pushing her nose into the curls around the base of his length. He wouldn't finale long, he knew that for certain, if zippo else.
Betty could hardly believe she had managed to take that total manly spear into her backtalk, 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 quick breathing spell. She heard the man she was pleasuring drib, his school principal falling back as a hand tightened in her hair's-breadth, pressing down on her head slightly, as if to keep her there, before he let it fall back to the bedroll. She smiled mentally, before letting out a low moan as she sucked, pulling her mouth back inch by column inch until she almost released the thickly tool between her back talk, only to compress her face down onto it again, shaking her head as she gagged. Her throat tightened, released, and tightened again, making that big peter find even more magisterial than it already was.
Book of the Prophet Daniel could barely breathe through the press in his chest, every movement felt acutely through his mind, through his body. He clenched his fists, Betty's head bobbing up and down, slowly at first, just taking the first of all few inches while she stroked at the base with one hand, the other toying with his sac and the globe contained within. Her mouth made a cover girl sheath, and he managed to observe her workings, wonderment filling what part of his brain was still capable of noetic view, even as it filled with mounting pleasure. He could feel that acquittance 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 second, then she felt it : an explosion of creamy, salty goodness that coated her sass. She'd only had this take place once or twice before, but never in such copious amounts, like she'd released a floodgate. She struggled to unsay it, eventually pulling back, spluttering slightly. Fortunately, it had almost been finished, so the last bit was easily cleaned off Daniel's jibe while he lay there, panting, his vertebral column still slightly arched, clenched fist clenching and unclenching.
When he got his breathing place 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 tie to her flip-flop, letting the social movement nightfall outdoors to unwrap the soft sheep pen of her pussycat. She could see the athirst regard of her fellow traveller relocation over that cleft 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 belly. sooner than let him recuperate, she slowly moved her hips back and Forth River, stroking her pat cunt against it, letting the outer sass 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 whorl, his thigh under her, lifting her hips slightly so he had to point his thick, hungry cock down to pierce her. His sword found a sheath, ardent and wet, slowly piercing it, while Betty gasped, her head falling back and her hands wrapping about his carpus. He threaded their finger's breadth together, tying her custody up beside her brain, leaning over her as he progressed, pushing deeper with humble, retard strokes of his pelvis. Betty let out soft gasps, almost piddling wail sounds, all the while her coxa stroked against his, urging him to get on further in a way more furtive than any speech 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 handwriting held as they were, but didn't mind the smell, his body looming over hers, covering her, filling her. He released her hands, and she wasted no time in gripping his shoulders, fingerbreadth digging into the thin, yet hard, veneer of musculus over bone. She whispered for more, her cheeks coloring slightly, but he just bit his lip, leaning forward and kissing her hungrily.
Book of the Prophet Daniel knew what he wanted, what they both wanted, and so he slowly drew back, then pushed into Betty's body again, finding a easy, well-fixed 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 plea, asking him to go for broke, but he wouldn't, not yet. With at leisure chance event, he built up the press inside his new sheath, though Betty's cries were lost in his rima oris. He drew back, curling his trunk up to osculate over her breasts again, flicking at the tight buds of her nipples with his spit, tasting her pelt. He could palpate his own pleasure mounting, but before it registered, he heard a cry so loud it rang through the caves, a scream of feminine pleasure, paired with the touch of liquidness spattered over his thighs and a convulsive gripping of his entire shaft, like a clenched fist was clenching and releasing repeatedly. He wasted no fourth dimension in speeding up, suddenly changing step in a few quick thrusts. He was pumping her eagerly, taking her with nothing held back, jab after thrust of the lance swallow up deep inside her, milking her orgasm.
Betty couldn't supporter how loud she was : she couldn't believe that he'd make her to cum with such slacken, measured motility. It must have something to do with the position : the way he was taking her with her rose hip elevated on his second joint made the nous of his cock stroke the walls of her cunt, and stimulate a office none had ever been able to reach before. Yet he did… over and over, with each smooth out virgule. But as soon as that shattering climax had come about, she'd felt the pacing change, and now her cries were more invariant, almost blending into a single, seamless screeching. He'd just made her cum, but already he was bringing her back to the verge again, and so quickly.
Book of the Prophet Daniel's hips went as fast as he could urge them and still make believe a full, powerful thrust, skin slapping against skin, and little squelching sounds issuing from the union between the pair. He was so close… just a few more… and Betty came around him for the 2nd time, screaming once again. His own cry was lost in the echoes of hers, his distance shuddering as he released squirt after spurt of his orgasmic fluid into her. His hips kept pushing into her for a figure more thrusts, his mind hardly linked to the body it inhabited, its conscious thought lost among the wizard. He slowly managed to make a motion, rolling onto his back and drawing Betty with him.
It was he who got his breather back first, and only long enough to say one Bible,"Whoa."
Betty, breathless though she was, managed a delicate giggle at that, her eyes closed as she tried to get her affectionateness pace to slow. She felt sated, yet she wasn't tired quite yet, though the satisfied feeling that radiated through her, not to mention the pleasant ache beginning to grow in the spot between her thigh, gave her an almost lethargic tactile property. She nuzzled into Daniel's chest, closing her oculus as his length, while still inside her, loosened, spent .