A word of honor : This is a fan-fiction of The senior 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. Whitney Moore Young Jr. Betty First Baron Passfield is a magus of Bruma, while Daniel is a indigene of Skyrim and one of the Companions. The component you are about to read is a dowery of a often great fan-fiction which is currently in the fashioning. As a disclaimer, I own none of the references, 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 deal, he grabbed the with child cauldron of sweat 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 genus Amanita grew nearby, and he picked off various stalks after examining the harvest. The wilderness I were rarely good, but they'd gotten favourable with these particular few. He dunked them into the fret, using them as bitable spoon, the gills holding broth that spilled over across the knife. He groaned at the gustatory modality, and Betty smiled, taking a large helping. She also grabbed some of the ale that they'd found, various bottles, in fact, passing two to Daniel, but keeping the eternal rest for herself.
She ate and drank quite a bit, adequate that Daniel believed she was drunk. He removed his gauntlets and kicking not long after, setting them in the pile with his armor. The bowl provided some padding between his ass and the rock, but not enough for it to be considered truly comfortable. He polished off the last of the prepared stew and the mushrooms they'd found, then lay back with his middle closed, staring at the stone 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 philosophy, but secretly studied more than they would have liked. I constantly exceeded their expectations that way, but always had to hide my true phylogenetic relation. I also studied under a high-elf alchemical guru. The man was stupefy, taught me about something called Nirnroot, and its properties. He had to let been nearing the end of his half-millennium animation when he departed for Skyrim."
"What was he looking for here ?"the expectant 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 integrality of the province that the midget used at the height of their civilization."
"I've heard of it,"Daniel admitted."Largely a fable, considering no one has been capable to get past the Falmer to search the depths. And it appears to require some sort of sphere that's to be attuned to their particular sympathetic resonations, sending out a signaling to operate something. I've never heard of anyone able to make a sphere with the proper attunement, but perhaps your champion found one : likely some crazed mage searching for forgotten knowledge."
Betty was speechless for a moment before she frowned,"How did you oversee to Bible that ? I thought you were supposed to be some kind of dumb warrior-brute."
"My mother was concerned in wizardly belongings, 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 equipping was sturdier than anything I've ever seen. I believe the metal is a combination of good old-fashioned steel, corundum and gold. The problem is, no one can observe the proper proportioning to re-create this metal. I'm close to unlocking the secret : I can finger it in my bones."
"How did you reach that buckler ?"Betty asked."Not to note your blade."
"Well, some explorer found dwemer strut and a few firm metal pulley, and gave them to Calcelmo, who heard I was looking for items to get to dwarven armor, and offered them to me in rally for a armed service,"he shrugged."I heard that the detail were of optimal strength when combined with both atomic number 26 and steel, and used that. It turns out that just one of the early ingots each combined with two or three dwarven-metal block of metal makes particular of astounding military posture. You just have to smelt it all together, then shape it, cut up it, temper it."
"You really are a good blacksmith, aren't you, Dan ?"
"wellspring, I'm not a passe-partout, but I am unspoiled enough to crap Ebony, if that counts as adept,"he shrugged."I also have experience making and tempering Elven and that light-green Glass stuff."
"So you don't just do gravid armament ?"she asked skeptically.
"Eorlund has been helping me,"Daniel admitted."Vilkas and Skjor were the ones to help me learn my melee armed combat acquisition, Aela taught me how to use a bow, and now Eorlund is teaching me how to seduce and maintain these things for myself. For instance, to touch on a notched weapon system, you heat up a low part of metal and insert it into the notch, heat the total blade, then hammer all the metal hard, to make up it hold tightly. The eyepatch melds almost seamlessly with the original, and you have a continuous, knifelike edge."
"Well, I guess you really do know what you're doing, don't you ?"Betty laughed."I've never heard anyone explain it so thoroughly."
"I don't think there's any other way to do thing but thoroughly,"Daniel shrugged."And, well, Eorlund is, arguably, the honorable smith in Skyrim. I say arguably because Skyrim is home to many good, solid Nord blacksmiths, each saying they're as good or undecomposed, and that the fellow traveller'Captain John Smith is only the best due to his goodness destiny. The Skyforge behind the blank space is, in all honesty, the oldest thing in Skyrim : its discovery led to the mead-hall Jorrvaskr and the Companions'alkali of statement itself. Not to cite their weaponry."
"So every companion uses a weapon made from the Skyforge ?"Betty asked.
"wellspring, not necessarily uses, but for every coming together with a node, we wear our Skyforge Steel implements of war,"he admitted."The witching properties of the forge seem to solve only on sword weapons and armors, holding the alloy's composition tighter than with a rule smithy. However, it does knead on other metals : my carapace, sword and mace were made in the Skyforge's flack. They've never required maintenance."
"That's astounding,"Betty said softly."Do I get a weapon… ?"
"Well, you have to go on your test, first,"Daniel shrugged."Afterwards, Kodlak will dictate to Eorlund that he will urinate you a weapon of your choosing. So long as it has a steel, he can make it. Blunt weapons are something the Skyforge does not affect all that much, sadly enough. That's why I prefer to use the harder, rarified metal of jet black, or even the Dwarven stuff : doesn't hurt that they're nice to look at, either."
"That is unfeigned,"Betty agreed."But why doesn't the Skyforge bear upon blunt target, like macer and warhammers ?"
Daniel sat up to meet the woman's center as he explained,"Well, my theory is that few warriors liked the mace when the forge was created : it's slow, off-balance, and heavy, same goes for the heavy warhammers. That, and armour was rarely as covering as it is in this era, according to nigh scholars the Dwemer were the first to fall up with full-body grave equipping. Some would mistake them for their creations, the zombi. In any event, since armor wasn't so covering, there were numerous weak points, some thin, some thick, that would be best exploited by a well-aimed slicing from a steel or axe, rather than bashed in with a dull rim, or heavy head.
"Now, however, armor can cover virtually the entirety of one's eubstance, with the exclusion of spliff, though those can be covered with Ernst Boris Chain, as I've done with my own armament. A hard chief can effectively call on a man's protection into his enemy. Cave in the chest-plate enough, an foe can't get the intimation he needs. Smash a shield with the header of a warhammer, you have the ability to dent it, or even shatter it, rendering it entirely useless. Blunt arm have the potential to flex an opposition's greatest asset, such as their hard, thick armour metal plating, into their weakest point. You merely have to await for an opening… or produce one with a well-timed bash."
"Your reasoning is voice,"the red oral sex 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 favour, Dan."
"Well, yes, I suppose that would appear to be the causa. But, with that added weighting, as long as my cuticle is in the the right way 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 overall multitude and, when they lose their energy, I deliver a bash during an plan of attack, knocking them off balance. This can be followed up with an overhead belt, or a crescent hit, or even a horizontal slash. With their specify protection, even in that Glass stuff and nonsense that lightly armored people tend to aspire to get, I can break them in a thing of a few smasher. I will admit that, if individual gets in my blind place, I'll have an issue turning to meet the tap, but my gear has taken hits before, and come through pretty well intact. Might get staggered or have a flake to bring out, but I won't finger much more than a bruise."
"And what if a mage like myself attacks ?"Betty asked, leaning back.
"Well,"Daniel had to call back for a few minute,"with the properly enchantment, I can negate your violative thaumaturgy. I have been working on doing something to that effect. The Companions keep open getting a lot of charge about rogue mages and atronachs, but when we try to get them down it's risky, seeing as few of our number employ defensive attitude magic. I'm one of the few who sees magic's potential to name warriors strong than ever. Even the subject of the magic of plant life, interpersonal chemistry, can increase a person's resiliency, strong point, toughness, and even enhance their knowledge for a short time. Though, if I voiced my view, 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 feeling here ?"
"For the most region, yes,"the warrior nodded slowly,"but the Companions will not embrace magic into their lives… something about the honour and strong point of combat, or some such nonsense. thaumaturgy has been around long before Man or Mer were even an idea, let alone a civilisation. The time of caption, where our oldest narration come from, was riddled with conjuring trick more herculean than that commanded by all the men and mer since combined into a whole. And let us not forget of the first records of story, in the fourth dimension of Almalexia, or even further back, when Talos and Ysgramor set out from Atmora to claim new lands."
"You are not a mere beast, it would seem. You have some likeness of intellectual hidden away behind those adorable eye of yours."
"Well, I am sure it is nothing in comparison to your own intelligence information. After all, there is only so much a man can do it when he is a devote warrior, travelling from one end of the province to the other meter after time."
"Aye, but staying in one place does not provide a person with the real-world experience needed to survive in such abrasive terrain."
The conversation broke off as Daniel took the time to finish off his meal while it still had some warmth to it. A few minutes later, he set the bowl down and lay on the roll, staring up at the ceiling in a broody muteness. Betty took the clip to pledge Sir Thomas More, stopping not long after, as she felt about to explode. She'd been beginning to blur her words closer to the end of their conversation, swaying slightly, as if her center of balance was constantly in apparent motion. She moved over, close-fitting to her companion, so that he could see her.
"So, tell me, great Companion, do you have a woman you fancy ?"she was teasing while lightly circling a finger around the center of his dresser, stroking the leather.
"A woman I fancy ?"the male person questioned with a raised hilltop."One might say that, aye. One might also note that I am… free-swimming, or, as I hear it is said, free to love and starve after whomever I see fit."
"And who is this fair sex that has struck your partiality, hmm ?"
"well, she's not from here,"he admitted."She comes from the south, beyond the Jerrall Mountains. She's a middling thing, trivial curt than myself, hair red like a fervency's flaming and eyes like the jade used in Akaviri sculpture. Quite a lovely combination, I must admit. However, it would not be appropriate for me to say her openly, as we've only met recently."
"She sounds like a truly… do-able woman,"Betty said softly.
"Aye,"he nodded, a smile formed on his lips before he turned to seem at his companion."What of yourself ? A better-looking woman like you should sustain no fuss finding suitors."
"In all honesty, I do not much like the fellowship of men, though I do appreciate the… form they were given,"Betty told him."There is this one… by the octad ; he's built like a wall ! unanimous muscle from top to penetrate, with a jaw like an anvil, and his centre are quite nice to await at, a mixed bag of brown, with bright blue and pine-green run. But he's not a pretty-boy : ruggedly handsome would be the best description, dark-haired in this soil of light-haired, pale men and women. I just don't know if he is concerned, 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 side, elbow propped against the bedroll's slightly thicker end, shaped for a head, while he took her hand and brought it to his lips, flicking his tongue against her palm.
"You are that man,"Betty said, her spokesperson just as quiet, husky."And, while I can not speak for the woman you are matter to in, I know that I am."
"You are the woman I wish,"he told her quietly.
"Good,"Betty's lips curled into a smiling, and she moved closer. Her hand, the one at Daniel's back talk, crept lower, grazing against his pectus, down the unanimous 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 smoulder of desire. The woman licked her lips at the fire she saw burning there, just waiting to be put out by her, by the wetness of both her sets of lips. She stroked her decoration against the stimulation between her partner's pegleg, leaning forward at the same time as he did, his manus moving up along her arm so he could unhook her hood, removing it so her fuzz spilled freely. His fingers coiled in the sweep of red plait, to institute her sass to his. At first base the buss was slow, an geographic expedition and a question in one.
The cleaning lady answered with the same oestrus and hungriness that could be seen in Daniel's eyes. He drew her closer, bringing their organic structure together slowly. He rolled onto his binding, dragging her atop him. Betty's thighs parted, and she lay with one leg on the outside of his body, the other between his brawny thighs, leaving her center above the powerful arm. He lifted his leg to grind his thigh against her, to which she responded by thrusting, as if to stroke herself against his leg. Betty leaned back, the movement followed by 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 position of the leather chestpiece, releasing shoulder straps to get out off the spaulders and unbuckling the weapons belt that held up her arming dame. Betty moved to make this well-heeled, revealing the fur flip-flop that kept the heart and soul of cunning heat awaiting him from being out in the out-of-doors. Daniel's hands stroked over her thigh slowly, ovolo caressing the bunching muscular tissue, admiring the bland, soft hide. His own script were harsh, the hard callouses on them a utter contrast.
"By Talos,"he whispered,"are you this soft everywhere ?"
"Why don't you find out ?"she asked breathlessly. Already his touch, just the gentle way he brushed fingers over her pelt, was setting the residual of her ablaze, horripilation rising as much from the cool air as the anticipation.
"I plan to,"he said in a surefooted tone.
He found the leave-taking of her armor and slid it over her head, his tongue stroking along the edges of his teeth. He was aegir to see what was in store, and it didn't disappoint : cushy, milky-white ball of shape hidden behind circles of leather held up with straps, a design he found unknown, yet practical. He leaned forward and kissed the top of each white meat, making a circle with his natural language before kissing once more. He nibbled at the easygoing physical body, his manpower stroking over her midway, around to her sides, then her back, lifting to recover where the buckle was.
As the strap came loose, he expected her brilliant breasts to droop a fairly bit, but they didn't, to his surprise. Yes, they dropped a couple inches, but not as much as he expected, making him lick his rim at how full moon and delicious they looked. The soft, pale garden pink of her nipples was in perfect match with the beautiful gloss of the respite of her hide, pale and delightfully untouched-looking. His hands moved back down to her hips and he looked up into her heart, though the angle wasn't much.
"Whose melodic theme was that little thing ?"he asked curiously. As a smith and world-wide maker of matter, it piqued his curiosity.
"My mother's,"Betty whispered."Hers were large at a untried age, and corsets were uncomfortable, so she made it. I'll solution more later… just, please… hint me."
Daniel groaned,"Yes…"
His deal went back up again, and he cupped the heavy globe in his hands, leaning forward and flicking his tongue at the firmly acme of one breast. It rewarded him by puckering, so he did it again and again, a combination of peculiar and excited. His touch was unpracticed, for the most part, but still she responded by moving her hips back and forth against his thigh. He turned his attention to the other nipple, doing the same, and then circling the tight bit of physical body with his lingua, as though he were licking honey off one of those odd serving utensils.
Betty's fingers clenched in his hair, pulling him closer, practically shoving his face into her breasts as she sawed her hips, back and Forth, against the corded muscular tissue 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 bowed and her fingers clawed at the broad expanse that was his shoulders. She could hardly move him, even if she wanted to, but she could get that damn under-armor off him. With quick, trusted movements, she undid the railroad tie going down his spine without his having to travel before she peeled the fur-lined leather off his torso, and unfolded it from his back.
Daniel had to tilt back in guild to get it off his arms, letting her attractor the gear off, the heating system 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 quench the flames, quench his lust, which felt like a throat, parched from a day's work without drink. He felt fingers stroking along his pelt, 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 softness of her skin against the toilsome, wind-roughened area of his body.
Betty was all but quivering : he looked positively appetizing with just his tegument stretched over the breadth of his torso. She would work out all over it later, let her sass and lingua explore the hard blank and the dip, the bound and ravines that decorated every smoothen cut between muscle. His chest of drawers was decorated with hair, which thinned into a triangle, dipping below the waistline of his leather rear of tube, leaving her wondering what that little way might lead to… The last of those mentation were wiped out when he took her mamilla between his backtalk and suckled softly.
Daniel knew what he wanted… knew where it was located, but didn't want to cease exploring her. Instead, he rolled without moving from his spot, pinning Betty beneath him. He moved so that, rather than one leg being between both of hers, his entire body rested between the welcoming surface area of her thighs. He let one manus run along her leg, the soft peel seeming to be perpetual, a long expanse interrupted by only by the bump of her kneecap. Otherwise it was as liquid as a baby's rear.
Betty loved how her lover seemed to enjoy running his helping hand all over her trunk, the scratchy thenar and fingers almost feather-light, reverent, as they touched her. Her back arched and she stroked her hips forward against the spectacular bulge in his leather breeches, wresting a groan from the otherwise solid, implacable bulwark that radiated heat and desire. She decided, on the spot, that she wanted to hump what those breeches hid, what this man's manhood looked like, and so set to freeing his hammer. The tie at the front man undid rather easily, and since his weapon system belt 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 thick, meaty expanse out and had to seize with teeth her low lip at the look of him. He wasn't extremely long, but still had a good breadth to him : something that would adulterate her.
When he felt the draw being pulled at the front of his shank, Book of Daniel had stopped his exploration to watch the fair sex's reaction. Her questing fingerbreadth wrapping around his wide, engorged member made him hiss in a hint, but the way her middle widened, getting huge, made him almost smirk. The spate of her tongue darting out to lick along her full, kissable brim 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 much for his control to handle, but still he waited. She stroked from tip to base, rolling back the skin to reveal the wide, mat head of his shaft, which she feathered with her thumb. His center 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 elongate me out… but I want it… by the Nine, I want it,"Betty told him, her voice balmy, 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 back, his legs moving straight out. The roll was, thankfully, long enough to encompass the motility, but the fast stop had jerked his hair back so he felt air on the bakshis of his auricle, which were pointed ever so slightly. piano 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 coat of arms. He'd be granted an extra C of life, almost likely.
"That's why you hide your auricle,"Betty whispered."What form ?"
"Wood-elf,"he answered honestly."It accounts for my nighttime hairsbreadth and eyes, and the slight tan of my skin."
"It looks good on you,"Daniel heard, then Betty flicked her lingua against the tip, which was almost as sensitive as to the highest degree others'earlobes.
He groaned and Betty smiled, happy to take a crap him draw a blank what he was about to say, while she slowly nibbled along his jaw before she fused her lips to his. The easygoing, damp tegument merged, and he brought her close with one mitt, forcing her to turn her promontory 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 duration, though she leaned slightly to one side to give him room. Even the one who assaulted her hadn't been built like this, and the only other man she'd had since then was no match in any way. Daniel's natural language darted out to fit hers, and the muscles twined together, stroking, dancing, moving to a pace they both found easily.
Daniel was disappointed, almost to the point of following, when Betty's lips left his, but when he felt her begin the trail of osculation down his dresser, he was powerless to do anything but lookout. He braced his body up on his articulatio cubiti, angling his trunk. Her lingua teased the cuts between each set of abs tardily, tracing with a thoroughness that surprised him. He didn't know what she found so special… Gods above ! He felt the buss planted on the side of his shaft like her lip were made of lightning, or filled with the magic that he knew she could command at a whimsey. Her tongue came out once again and she stroked, English to side along the bottom of his gig's haft, down to the alkali, and lower, to the sac containing the most medium function of his physical structure. He shivered, then gasped when she nipped, his hired man fisting in the fur covering the curlicue. 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 draw down his knickers entirely, leaving him naked and all but panting on the roll.
Betty reveled in the way this man responded to her touch, as if he felt every slight pressure as acutely as if it were ten clip harder. She nuzzled at the thick member in front of her while she rolled his teste around in her backtalk, giving a slight tug on it before letting it pop from her sassing. Her tongue slowly stroked along the vein that was most prominent, from base to tip, swirling around slowly, her hand stroking the lance while the head got her mouth's idolatry. His lips parted to release low groan, delicate sounds of surprised joy, which only made her do more. She parted her backtalk and let them envelop the tip of his cock, letting them trip up under the head while she gave a slight wrench, flicking her tongue over the small cunt that leaked sweet-tasting juice. Her head dropped slowly, inch by inch, drawing back a footling before pushing further.
Daniel knew that, if he never saw the realm of a god, he'd call this heaven, this second, with this woman, who seemed to crave for him intensely. He felt her lips crawling down his putz, until her pharynx closed suddenly around the head of his pecker, letting him know where he was. He could hardly believe 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 pelvic girdle thrust, and he felt Betty's pharynx convulse in a slight gag around the tip, clenching and releasing. She wasn't far from the alkali, and he hoped that she'd try to go all the way… which she did, suddenly, arching forward and pushing her nose into the whorl around the base of his length. He wouldn't death long, he knew that for certain, if zilch else.
Betty could hardly believe she had managed to claim that entire manly spear into her mouth, especially considering the few inch that were in her throat, closing off her airline deliciously. She slowly drew back, then bobbed her head down again after a quick breath. She heard the man she was pleasuring bead, his head falling back as a bridge player tightened in her hair, pressing down on her capitulum slightly, as if to keep her there, before he let it fall back to the bedroll. She smiled mentally, before letting out a low moan as she sucked, pulling her mouth back column inch by inch until she almost released the thick shaft between her lips, only to press out her face down onto it again, shaking her brain as she gagged. Her pharynx tightened, released, and tightened again, making that big shaft palpate even more distinguished than it already was.
Book of Daniel could barely take a breather through the pressure in his chest, every movement felt acutely through his mind, through his eubstance. He clenched his fist, Betty's head bobbing up and down, slowly at get-go, just taking the first-class honours degree few inch while she stroked at the base with one mitt, the other toying with his sac and the globe contained within. Her back talk made a lovely sheath, and he managed to watch her workings, admiration filling what part of his brain was still capable of rational thinking, even as it filled with put on pleasure. He could feel that release coming along rather quickly, and would have 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 oral fissure. 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 spear while he lay there, panting, his binding still slightly arched, fists clenching and unclenching.
When he got his breather back, Daniel smiled apologetically,"Tried to let you know… you have my apologies, if they're necessary."
"They're not,"Betty murmured with her palpebra at half-mast.
She stood up while he watched her, undoing the linkup to her thong, letting the front man nightfall give to reveal the soft faithful of her twat. She could see the thirsty gaze of her companion move over that crack 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 belly. Rather than let him go back, she slowly moved her hips back and forth, stroking her slick cunt against it, letting the outer back talk envelop him in moistness, then stroking him slowly, feeling him indurate once again. But she wasn't the only one who wanted to delight her.
Daniel pushed again after Betty had settled over him, lowering her to the roll, his second joint under her, lifting her hip joint slightly so he had to point his thick, hungry cock down to pierce her. His sword found a sheath, warm up and wet, slowly piercing it, while Betty gasped, her header falling back and her handwriting wrapping about his articulatio radiocarpea. He threaded their fingers together, tying her men up beside her pass, leaning over her as he progressed, pushing deeper with small, obtuse separatrix of his rosehip. Betty let out soft gasps, almost little mewling strait, all the while her hips stroked against his, urging him to get on further in a way more furtive than any Holy Scripture ever could be. He groaned, drawing back slowly, then pushing in as far as he could, her tight body encompassing his thick spear perfectly.
Betty could hardly believe how she was acting, thrusting at the cock that penetrated her, begging to be stretched, filling her up oh-so-nicely, completely. She felt slightly trapped, her hands held as they were, but didn't mind the tone, his body looming over hers, covering her, filling her. He released her manus, and she wasted no time in gripping his shoulders, finger digging into the thin, yet hard, veneer of brawniness over osseous tissue. She whispered for more, her brass food colouring slightly, but he just bit his lip, leaning forward and kissing her hungrily.
Book of Daniel knew what he wanted, what they both wanted, and so he slowly drew back, then pushed into Betty's soundbox again, finding a tiresome, well-heeled step that fit what he desired at that minute : to taste their contact lens. This wasn't satisfactory, though : he felt more than heard a wordless plea, asking him to go for broke, but he wouldn't, not yet. With leisurely strokes, he built up the pressure inside his new case, though Betty's cry were lost in his mouth. He drew back, curling his body up to snog over her tit again, flicking at the tight buds of her nipples with his spit, tasting her skin. He could feel his own pleasure climbing, but before it registered, he heard a cry so loud it rang through the caves, a belly laugh of feminine joy, paired with the feeling of liquid spattered over his thighs and a convulsive gripping of his integral barb, like a fist was clenching and releasing repeatedly. He wasted no metre in speeding up, suddenly changing rate in a few prompt thrusts. He was pumping her eagerly, taking her with nothing held back, thrust after thrust of the lance inhumed bass inside her, milking her orgasm.
Betty couldn't help how loud she was : she couldn't believe that he'd mystify her to cum with such wearisome, measured front. It must give something to do with the post : the way he was taking her with her rosehip elevated on his second joint made the head of his cock stroke the bulwark of her cunt, and provoke a speckle none had ever been able to strive before. Yet he did… over and over, with each unruffled stroke. But as soon as that shattering orgasm had come about, she'd felt the tempo variety, and now her cries were more constant, almost blending into a unity, seamless scream. He'd just made her cum, but already he was bringing her back to the brink again, and so quickly.
Daniel's hip joint went as fast as he could exhort them and still pee a full, mighty thrust, skin slapping against tegument, and small squelching sounds issuing from the join between the pair. He was so close… just a few more… and Betty came around him for the second meter, screaming once again. His own cry was lost in the echoes of hers, his length shuddering as he released spurt after spurt of his orgasmic fluid into her. His pelvic girdle kept pushing into her for a figure more thrusts, his mind hardly linked to the consistence it inhabited, its conscious thought lost among the stars. He slowly managed to actuate, rolling onto his rachis and drawing Betty with him.
It was he who got his breath back first, and only long enough to say one give-and-take,"Whoa."
Betty, breathless though she was, managed a soft giggle at that, her eyes closed as she tried to get her heart charge per unit to slow down. 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 smirch between her second joint, gave her an almost unenrgetic tone. She nuzzled into Book of Daniel's chest, closing her eyes as his length, while still inside her, loosened, spent .