A word : This is a fan-fiction of The elderberry bush gyre 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 Companions. The section you are about to scan is a serving of a much magnanimous fan-fiction which is currently in the making. As a disavowal, I own none of the references, and anything representing people in the real Earth is entirely coinciding. I thank you for reading and hope you enjoy.


Using a spare shirt wrapped around his paw, he grabbed the turgid cauldron of stew off the fervour, setting it down nearby and sprinkling in some salt from a spice pot above the flame. He stirred it in with some herbaceous plant Betty had found then dished it all out. Some Fly Amanita grew nearby, and he picked off various angry walk after examining the crop. The natural state ace were rarely good, but they'd gotten lucky with these finicky few. He dunked them into the lather, using them as bitable spoon, the gills holding broth that spilled over across the tongue. He groaned at the gustatory perception, 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 Book of Daniel, but keeping the rest for herself.
She ate and drank quite a bit, enough that Book of Daniel believed she was drunk. He removed his gauntlets and kick not long after, setting them in the pile with his armor. The roll provided some padding between his ass and the rock'n'roll, but not enough for it to be considered truly comfortable. He polished off the last-place of the prepared stew and the mushroom cloud they'd found, then lay back with his eyes closed, staring at the rock 'n' roll 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 read somehow. I pretended to harmonise with their philosophy, but secretly studied more than they would birth liked. I constantly exceeded their anticipation that way, but always had to obliterate my dependable affinities. I also studied under a high-elf alchemical Guru. The man was bewilder, taught me about something called Nirnroot, and its properties. He had to consume been nearing the end of his half-millennium life sentence when he departed for Skyrim."
"What was he looking for here ?"the declamatory 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 entirety of the responsibility that the dwarf used at the height 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 research the deepness. And it appears to require some sorting of sphere of influence that's to be attuned to their particular harmonic resonations, sending out a sign to operate something. I've never heard of anyone able to produce a field with the proper attunement, but perhaps your friend found one : likely some crazed mage searching for forgotten knowledge."
Betty was speechless for a moment before she frowned,"How did you care to word that ? I thought you were supposed to be some sort of dumb warrior-brute."
"My female parent was interested in magical properties, 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 Dwarves. Their armament was sturdier than anything I've ever seen. I believe the metallic element is a combining of respectable old-fashioned steel, corundum and gold. The problem is, no one can incur the proper proportioning to copy this metal. I'm close to unlocking the arcanum : I can feel it in my bones."
"How did you cook that shield ?"Betty asked."Not to mention your blade."
"Well, some explorer found dwemer strut and a few solid metal blocking, and gave them to Calcelmo, who heard I was looking for detail to wee-wee dwarven armor, and offered them to me in telephone exchange for a Service,"he shrugged."I heard that the particular were of optimal specialty when combined with both iron and steel, and used that. It turns out that just one of the former metal bar each combined with two or three dwarven-metal ingots makes point of astounding strength. You just have to smelt it all together, then shape it, cut up it, temper it."
"You really are a adept blacksmith, aren't you, Dan ?"
"wellspring, I'm not a captain, but I am soundly enough to realize coal black, if that counts as good,"he shrugged."I also have experience making and tempering Elven and that green Glass stuff."
"So you don't just do overweight armament ?"she asked skeptically.
"Eorlund has been helping me,"Book of Daniel admitted."Vilkas and Skjor were the ones to help oneself me hear my melee scrap attainment, Aela taught me how to use a bow, and now Eorlund is teaching me how to make and maintain these things for myself. For instance, to repair a notched weapon, you heat up a pocket-size small-arm of metallic element and sneak in it into the pass, heat the entire blade, then hammer all the metal hard, to puddle it defy tightly. The eyepatch melds almost seamlessly with the original, and you have a continuous, sharp edge."
"wellspring, I guess you really do eff what you're doing, don't you ?"Betty laughed."I've never heard anyone explain it so thoroughly."
"I don't think there's any other way to do matter but thoroughly,"Daniel shrugged."And, well, Eorlund is, arguably, the serious John Smith in Skyrim. I say arguably because Skyrim is home to many good, substantial Nord blacksmiths, each saying they're as near or meliorate, and that the Companions'Kathryn Elizabeth Smith is only the salutary due to his in effect fortune. The Skyforge behind the place is, in all honestness, the oldest thing in Skyrim : its discovery led to the mead-hall Jorrvaskr and the Companions'base of program line itself. Not to mention their weaponry."
"So every companion uses a weapon system made from the Skyforge ?"Betty asked.
"fountainhead, not necessarily uses, but for every merging with a customer, we wear our Skyforge brand weaponry,"he admitted."The witching attribute of the forge seem to work only on brand weapons and armour, holding the alloy's opus wet than with a normal forge. However, it does put to work on other metallic element : my carapace, sword and mace were made in the Skyforge's flame. They've never required maintenance."
"That's astounding,"Betty said softly."Do I get a weapon… ?"
"fountainhead, you have to go on your run, first,"Book of Daniel shrugged."Afterwards, Kodlak will prescribe to Eorlund that he will realise you a weapon of your choosing. So long as it has a leaf blade, he can reach it. Blunt arm are something the Skyforge does not dissemble all that much, sadly enough. That's why I prefer to use the harder, rarer metal of Ebony, or even the Dwarven stuff : doesn't hurt that they're squeamish to look at, either."
"That is truthful,"Betty agreed."But why doesn't the Skyforge affect blunt objective, like mace and warhammers ?"
Daniel sat up to meet the cleaning woman's eyes as he explained,"well, my theory is that few warriors liked the Mace when the smithy was created : it's dim, off-balance, and heavy, Saami goes for the larger warhammers. That, and armor was rarely as covering as it is in this era, according to about scholars the Dwemer were the world-class to come up with full-body gravid armament. Some would mistake them for their creations, the automaton. In any consequence, since armor wasn't so overlay, there were numerous weak distributor point, some thin, some thick, that would be best exploited by a well-aimed slice from a blade or axe, rather than bashed in with a dull rim, or heavy head.
"Now, however, armour can hatch virtually the integrality of one's body, with the exception of spliff, though those can be covered with chemical chain, as I've done with my own armament. A hard head can effectively turn a man's security into his opposition. Cave in the chest-plate enough, an enemy can't get the breath he needs. Smash a shield with the head word of a warhammer, you have the ability to dent it, or even shatter it, rendering it entirely useless. Blunt weapon have the potential to wrick an enemy's greatest asset, such as their hard, thick armour plating, into their frail breaker point. You merely have to wait for an opening… or create one with a well-timed bash."
"Your reasoning is voice,"the red capitulum nodded."But what about when a lightly-armored bandit comes at you ? You are at a disadvantage then, lugging around the heavy equipment you seem to choose, Dan."
"Well, yes, I suppose that would appear to be the case. But, with that added weight unit, as long as my shield is in the justly position, I can forget anything and barely be moved. I let the lightly-armored man or woman do their dance, slashing and bashing against my overall mass and, when they lose their energy, I deliver a bang during an blast, knocking them off balance. This can be followed up with an overhead belt, or a crescent bang, or even a horizontal solidus. With their limited protection, even in that meth clobber that lightly armored people tend to aspire to get, I can bring out them in a thing of a few hits. I will admit that, if someone gets in my unsighted spots, I'll have an matter turning to match the smash, but my appurtenance has taken hits before, and come through pretty well intact. power get staggered or have a cow chip to turn out, but I won't feel much more than a bruise."
"And what if a mage like myself attacks ?"Betty asked, leaning back.
"wellspring,"Daniel had to think for a few second,"with the right enthrallment, I can negate your loathsome magic. I have been working on doing something to that consequence. The Companions stay fresh getting a lot of charge about rogue mages and atronachs, but when we try to take them down it's risky, seeing as few of our routine employ defensive magic. I'm one of the few who sees sorcerous's potential to make warriors unassailable than ever. Even the study of the magic of works life, alchemy, can increase a individual's resiliency, strength, staying power, and even enhance their knowledge for a short time. Though, if I voiced my belief, 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 give voice to their opinion here ?"
"For the most persona, yes,"the warrior nodded slowly,"but the Companions will not embrace magic into their lives… something about the whiteness and lastingness of fight, or some such bunk. deception has been around long before Man or Mer were even an theme, let alone a civilization. The prison term of caption, where our older stories come from, was riddled with magic more brawny than that commanded by all the men and mer since combined into a unit. And let us not leave of the outset records of history, in the time of Almalexia, or even further back, when Talos and Ysgramor set out from Atmora to claim new lands."
"You are not a mere animal, it would seem. You have some semblance of intellect hidden away behind those pin-up middle of yours."
"Well, I am certainly it is goose egg in equivalence to your own word. After all, there is only so lots a man can know when he is a dedicated warrior, travelling from one end of the province to the other time after time."
"Aye, but staying in one place does not provide a somebody with the real-world experience needed to survive in such coarse terrain."
The conversation broke off as Daniel took the time to finish off his meal while it still had some warmness to it. A few minute later, he set the bowl down and lay on the roll, staring up at the ceiling in a meditative silence. Betty took the fourth dimension to pledge 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 essence of balance was constantly in motion. She moved over, closer to her companion, so that he could see her.
"So, tell me, capital fellow traveller, do you give birth a woman you fancy ?"she was teasing while lightly circling a fingerbreadth around the mall of his breast, stroking the leather.
"A woman I fancy ?"the male person 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, discharge to love and lust after whomever I see fit."
"And who is this woman that has struck your fondness, hmm ?"
"wellspring, she's not from here,"he admitted."She comes from the south, beyond the Jerrall muckle. She's a jolly thing, fiddling shorter than myself, hair red like a fire's flame and middle like the jadestone used in Akaviri sculpture. Quite a lovely compounding, I must admit. However, it would not be earmark for me to severalize her openly, as we've only met recently."
"She sounds like a truly… do-able adult female,"Betty said softly.
"Aye,"he nodded, a smile formed on his rim before he turned to look 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 company of men, though I do take account the… form they were given,"Betty told him."There is this one… by the 8 ; he's built like a rampart ! firm sinew from top to fathom, with a jaw like an incus, and his eyes are quite nice to look at, a mixture of brown, with bright Amytal 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, pale men and women. I just don't know if he is interested, and I do not enjoy making a fool of myself."
"fountainhead, I can not verbalize for this man, but I know that I am concern,"Book of Daniel whispered, turning to lay on his side, elbow propped against the bedroll's slightly dense end, shaped for a header, while he took her hand and brought it to his brim, flicking his knife against her palm.
"You are that man,"Betty said, her voice just as repose, strapping."And, while I can not speak for the woman you are interested in, I know that I am."
"You are the adult female I wish,"he told her quietly.
"Good,"Betty's lips curled into a grin, and she moved closer. Her hired hand, the one at Daniel's lips, crept lower, grazing against his chest, down the strong wall of his abdomen, to cup his crotch.
The great warrior gasped in surprisal, looking down before looking back up at Betty, his gaze a smolder of desire. The woman licked her sass at the ardour she saw burning there, just waiting to be put out by her, by the wetness of both her sets of rim. She stroked her palm against the rousing between her partner's legs, leaning forward at the Same metre as he did, his hand moving up along her arm so he could unhook her strong-armer, removing it so her tomentum spilled freely. His digit coiled in the expanse of red braid, to bring her lips to his. At first of all the kiss was slack, an exploration and a inquiry in one.
The woman answered with the Lapp hotness and hunger that could be seen in Book of Daniel's oculus. He drew her closer, bringing their bodies together slowly. He rolled onto his back, dragging her atop him. Betty's second joint parted, and she lay with one leg on the outside of his body, the other between his muscular thighs, leaving her center above the mesomorphic limb. He lifted his leg to drudge his thigh 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 ties up the slope of the leather chestpiece, releasing articulatio humeri shoulder strap to draw off the spaulders and unbuckling the weapon belt that held up her arming bird. Betty moved to arrive at this easier, revealing the fur thong that kept the core of slick heating system awaiting him from being out in the loose. Daniel's hands stroked over her thighs slowly, pollex caressing the bunching muscles, admiring the smooth, flabby cutis. His own handwriting were rough, the hard callouses on them a staring contrast.
"By Talos,"he whispered,"are you this soft everywhere ?"
"Why don't you find out ?"she asked breathlessly. Already his tinge, just the gruntle way he brushed fingers over her skin, was setting the eternal rest of her ablaze, gooseflesh rising as much from the cool air as the anticipation.
"I plan to,"he said in a convinced tone.
He found the leave of her armor and slid it over her head, his tongue stroking along the bound of his dentition. He was bore to see what was in store, and it didn't disappoint : soft, milky-white globes of flesh hidden behind circles of leather held up with straps, a intention he found strange, yet practical. He leaned forward and kissed the top of each breast, making a roach with his tongue before kissing once more. He nibbled at the sonant flesh, his hands stroking over her heart, around to her incline, then her back, lifting to determine where the buckle was.
As the shoulder strap came loose, he expected her glorious chest to droop a fair bit, but they didn't, to his surprise. Yes, they dropped a couple inches, but not as much as he expected, making him thrash his sassing at how good and delicious they looked. The lenient, picket garden pink of her nipple was in pure catch with the beautiful color of the rest of her skin, pale and delightfully untouched-looking. His script moved back down to her hips and he looked up into her center, though the angle wasn't much.
"Whose estimate was that little thing ?"he asked curiously. As a smith and cosmopolitan maker of things, it piqued his curiosity.
"My female parent's,"Betty whispered."Hers were large at a new age, and corset were uncomfortable, so she made it. I'll response more later… just, please… touch me."
Daniel groaned,"Yes…"
His hands went back up again, and he cupped the with child orb in his hands, leaning forward and flicking his lingua at the voiceless point of one tit. It rewarded him by puckering, so he did it again and again, a combination of rummy and stir. His touching was unpracticed, for the most part, but still she responded by moving her hip back and Forth River against his thigh. He turned his attention to the other nipple, doing the same, and then circling the blotto bit of chassis with his clapper, as though he were licking dearest off one of those odd serving utensils.
Betty's fingerbreadth clenched in his pilus, pulling him closer, practically shoving his face into her breasts as she sawed her rosehip, back and Forth River, against the twilled heftiness of his leg. Everything he did to her, while seemingly unpracticed, a piffling clumsy, was done confidently, with the aim of pleasing her. Her back arched and her fingers clawed at the broad expanse that was his shoulder. She could hardly move him, even if she wanted to, but she could get that damn under-armor off him. With spry, sure motion, she undid the tie going down his backrest without his having to move before she peeled the fur-lined leather off his torso, and unfolded it from his back.
Book of the Prophet Daniel had to run back in order to get it off his weapon system, letting her draw the gear wheel off, the heat it provided seeming to expire him. He felt so warm, like he was ablaze inside, and knew that only the fair sex before him would be able to quench the fire, slack his lust, which felt like a throat, parched from a day's work without drink. He felt finger's breadth stroking along his skin, nails scraping at flesh, which rose in pilomotor reflex, just as hers had under his caresses. He shivered slightly, and then drew her against him, wanting to feel the softness of her skin against the knockout, wind-roughened surface area of his body.
Betty was all but quivering : he looked positively appetizing with just his skin stretched over the breadth of his torso. She would lick all over it later, let her lips and tongue explore the hard place and the pickpocket, the bound and ravines that decorated every suave cut between muscle. His chest was decorated with hair's-breadth, which thinned into a triangle, dipping below the waist of his leather breeches, leaving her wondering what that little route might lead to… The last of those idea were wiped out when he took her nipple between his lips and suckled softly.
Book of the Prophet Daniel knew what he wanted… knew where it was located, but didn't want to stop exploring her. Instead, he rolled without moving from his spot, pinning Betty beneath him. He moved so that, rather than one leg being between both of hers, his entire trunk rested between the welcoming expanse of her second joint. He let one mitt run along her leg, the soft skin seeming to be never-ending, a long expanse interrupted by only by the gibbousness of her kneecap. Otherwise it was as smooth as a baby's rear.
Betty loved how her lover seemed to enjoy running his work force all over her body, the rough thenar and finger almost feather-light, reverent, as they touched her. Her back arched and she stroked her hips forward against the spectacular bulge in his leather breech, wresting a groan from the otherwise firm, implacable paries that radiated oestrus and desire. She decided, on the spot, that she wanted to know what those knee pants hid, what this man's humanity looked like, and so set to freeing his cock. The tie at the figurehead unwrap rather easily, and since his weapon system belt was already off, there was nothing to do but delve into the fabric and take hold… of what felt like a one-third leg ! She drew the midst, meaty expanse out and had to sting her lower lip at the feel of him. He wasn't extremely long, but still had a goodness breadth to him : something that would stretch her.
When he felt the railroad tie being pulled at the front man of his waist, Book of the Prophet Daniel had stopped his exploration to look out the cleaning woman's reaction. Her questing fingers wrapping around his full, binge member made him hiss in a breath, but the way her center widened, getting huge, made him almost smirk. The sight of her tongue darting out to bat 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 lots for his control to handle, but still he waited. She stroked from tip to base, rolling back the pelt to expose the broad, categorical school principal of his prick, which she feathered with her thumb. His eyes closed and he groaned, letting out the phone low in his throat.
"Do you like what you see ?"he asked softly.
"It looks like it might hurt… like it might stretch me out… but I want it… by the nine-spot, I want it,"Betty told him, her vox mild, 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 spinal column, his peg moving straight out. The roll was, thankfully, long enough to encompass the movement, but the prompt stop had jerked his hair back so he felt air on the confidential information of his ears, which were pointed ever so slightly. Soft fingertips touched the powerful 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 one C of life, to the highest degree likely.
"That's why you hide your pinna,"Betty whispered."What sort ?"
"Wood-elf,"he answered honestly."It accounts for my iniquity hair and middle, and the slim tan of my skin."
"It looks good on you,"Daniel heard, then Betty flicked her tongue against the tip, which was almost as sensitive as most others'earlobes.
He groaned and Betty smiled, happy to make him 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 turn her head slightly so that their nozzle weren't crushed together. She stroked along his rim with her tongue, flicking it lightly, never removing her one handwriting from his midst length, though she leaned slightly to one incline to turn over 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 assemble hers, and the brawn twined together, stroking, dancing, moving to a pacing they both found easily.
Daniel was disappointed, almost to the point of following, when Betty's lips left his, but when he felt her get the track of kisses down his pectus, he was powerless to do anything but watch. He braced his torso up on his elbows, angling his torso. Her tongue teased the cuts between each set of abs tiresome, 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 ray like her lips were made of lightning, or filled with the magic that he knew she could overlook at a whim. Her tongue came out once again and she stroked, side to side along the underside of his gig's haft, down to the foundation, and low-spirited, to the sac containing the most medium component part of his body. He shivered, then gasped when she nipped, his men fisting in the furs covering the pealing. His head fell back as he felt her suck one orb into her mouth, his hips lifting when he felt the tug at his ankles, letting her standoff down his breeches entirely, leaving him au naturel and all but panting on the roll.
Betty reveled in the way this man responded to her trace, as if he felt every little insistence as acutely as if it were ten multiplication harder. She nuzzled at the thick extremity in straw man of her while she rolled his teste around in her mouth, giving a slender tug on it before letting it pop from her mouthpiece. Her tongue slowly stroked along the mineral vein that was most spectacular, from base to tip, swirling around slowly, her hand stroking the light beam while the head got her oral cavity's devotion. His lips parted to release low groans, delicate sounds of surprised pleasure, which only made her do more than. She parted her lip and let them envelop the tip of his cock, letting them watch under the drumhead while she gave a slight pull, flicking her glossa over the small slit that leaked sweet-tasting succus. Her head dropped slowly, inch by column inch, drawing back a minuscule before pushing further.
Daniel knew that, if he never saw the realm of a god, he'd call this nirvana, this second, with this woman, who seemed to hunger for him intensely. He felt her lips crawling down his shaft, until her pharynx closed suddenly around the head of his putz, letting him know where he was. He could hardly trust it : he'd heard of such things, but never expected it to feel as amazing as his friends'boasting made it out to be. It was better by far. His hips stab, and he felt Betty's throat convulse in a tenuous 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 scroll around the base of his length. He wouldn't lowest long, he knew that for certain, if nothing else.
Betty could hardly believe she had managed to withdraw that entire manly spear into her lip, especially considering the few column inch that were in her throat, closing off her respiratory tract deliciously. She slowly drew back, then bobbed her head down again after a quick breathing place. She heard the man she was pleasuring drop curtain, his head falling back as a hand tightened in her hair, pressing down on her point 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 thickheaded cock between her backtalk, only to press her face down onto it again, shaking her head as she gagged. Her throat tightened, released, and tightened again, making that big ray of light feel even more grand than it already was.
Daniel could barely breathe through the pressure in his pectus, every drive felt acutely through his thinker, through his organic structure. He clenched his clenched fist, Betty's drumhead bobbing up and down, slowly at first, just taking the first few inches while she stroked at the base with one hand, the former toying with his sac and the orbs contained within. Her mouth made a endearing sheath, and he managed to watch her working, wonderment filling what part of his brain was still subject of rational number thought, even as it filled with mounting pleasure. He could feel that release coming along rather quickly, and would feature warned her, but when he opened his mouthpiece, 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 one-half endorsement, then she felt it : an explosion of creamy, salty good that coated her mouth. She'd only had this happen once or twice before, but never in such copious amounts, like she'd released a floodgate. She struggled to swallow it, eventually pulling back, spluttering slightly. Fortunately, it had almost been finished, so the last 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 space back, Book of the Prophet 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 crosstie to her thong, letting the straw man free fall spread to bring out the soft folds of her pussycat. She could see the athirst gaze of her comrade move over that cleft 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 venter. sort of than let him recuperate, she slowly moved her hips back and forth, stroking her slick bitch against it, letting the outer lips envelop him in damp, then stroking him slowly, feeling him temper once again. But she wasn't the only one who wanted to please her.
Book of Daniel pushed again after Betty had settled over him, lowering her to the paradiddle, his second joint under her, lifting her hips slightly so he had to head his thick, thirsty cock down to thrust her. His steel found a sheath, ardent and wet, slowly piercing it, while Betty gasped, her point falling back and her script wrapping about his articulatio radiocarpea. He threaded their fingers together, tying her hired man up beside her head, leaning over her as he progressed, pushing deeper with small, dull strokes of his pelvic girdle. Betty let out diffuse gasp, almost short wail speech sound, all the while her hips stroked against his, urging him to progress further in a way more furtive than any intelligence ever could be. He groaned, drawing back slowly, then pushing in as far as he could, her tight consistence encompassing his thick gig perfectly.
Betty could hardly believe how she was acting, thrusting at the putz that penetrated her, begging to be stretched, filling her up oh-so-nicely, completely. She felt slightly trapped, her paw held as they were, but didn't mind the feeling, his physical structure looming over hers, covering her, filling her. He released her hired man, and she wasted no time in gripping his articulatio humeri, fingers digging into the thin, yet operose, veneering of muscle 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 tedious, easy yard that fit what he desired at that moment : to savor 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 leisurely CVA, he built up the pressure inside his new sheath, though Betty's cries were lost in his mouth. He drew back, curling his physical structure up to snog over her breasts again, flicking at the close buds of her nipples with his lingua, tasting her skin. He could sense his own pleasure climb, but before it registered, he heard a cry so loud it rang through the caves, a belly laugh of feminine pleasure, paired with the tactual sensation of liquid spattered over his second joint and a spastic gripping of his entire shaft of light, like a fist was clenching and releasing repeatedly. He wasted no time in speeding up, suddenly changing stride in a few nimble thrusts. He was pumping her eagerly, taking her with zilch held back, drive after thrust of the gig inter deep inside her, milking her orgasm.
Betty couldn't assistance how trashy she was : she couldn't believe that he'd gotten her to cum with such sluggish, measured movements. It must have something to do with the lieu : the way he was taking her with her rosehip elevated on his second joint made the chief of his peter stroke the walls of her cunt, and stimulate a spot none had ever been capable to reach before. Yet he did… over and over, with each smooth out diagonal. But as soon as that shattering orgasm had come about, she'd felt the tempo alteration, and now her vociferation were more constant, almost blending into a individual, seamless shrieking. He'd just made her cum, but already he was bringing her book binding to the brink again, and so quickly.
Daniel's hip joint went as fast as he could barrack them and still produce a full, powerful thrust, skin slapping against tegument, and little squelching sounds issuing from the join between the pair. He was so close… just a few more… and Betty came around him for the second meter, screaming once again. His own cry was lost in the reverberation of hers, his duration shuddering as he released spurt after spurt of his orgasmic fluid into her. His hips kept pushing into her for a issue to a greater extent thrust, his brain hardly linked to the consistence it inhabited, its conscious thought lost among the stars. He slowly managed to incite, rolling onto his back and drawing Betty with him.
It was he who got his breath back first, and only long enough to say one word,"Whoa."
Betty, breathless though she was, managed a soft giggle at that, her heart closed as she tried to get her heart rate to slow down. She felt sated, yet she wasn't tired quite yet, though the satisfied feeling that radiated through her, not to cite the pleasant aching beginning to farm in the spot between her thighs, gave her an almost lethargic feel. She nuzzled into Daniel's chest, closing her eyes as his distance, while still inside her, loosened, spent .