A Son : This is a fan-fiction of The senior ringlet 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 aborigine of Skyrim and one of the Companions. The part you are about to read is a portion of a a lot larger fan-fiction which is currently in the making. As a disclaimer, I own none of the references, and anything representing the great unwashed in the veridical worldly concern is entirely coincidental. I thank you for reading and trust you enjoy.


Using a spare shirt wrapped around his hand, he grabbed the gravid cauldron of stew off the attack, setting it down nearby and sprinkling in some salt from a spice pot above the flaming. He stirred it in with some herbaceous plant Betty had found then serve it all out. Some Fly genus Amanita grew nearby, and he picked off various stalks after examining the harvest. The raging unity were rarely near, but they'd gotten lucky with these item few. He dunked them into the fret, using them as bitable spoon, the gill holding broth that spilled over across the lingua. He groaned at the tasting, and Betty smiled, taking a vauntingly helping. She also grabbed some of the ale that they'd found, various feeding bottle, in fact, passing two to Daniel, but keeping the eternal rest for herself.
She ate and drank quite a bit, decent that Daniel believed she was drunk. He removed his gauntlets and boots not long after, setting them in the great deal with his armor. The drum roll 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 mushroom-shaped cloud they'd found, then lay back with his eyes closed, staring at the rocks above them.
"So, Betty : were you with the Imperial mages back in Cyrodil ?"he asked.
"Well, yeah,"she said with her mouth half-full."I had to learn somehow. I pretended to agree with their philosophy, but secretly studied more than they would let liked. I constantly exceeded their expectations that way, but always had to hide my true affinities. I also studied under a high-elf alchemical guru. The man was amazing, taught me about something called Nirnroot, and its properties. He had to take in been nearing the end of his half-millennium life-time when he departed for Skyrim."
"What was he looking for here ?"the large warrior asked curiously.
"Something he called the deep red Nirnroot,"she shrugged."Said it was in a place called Blackreach. It's supposed to be some ultra-secret network of caves spanning the entirety of the state that the midget used at the tiptop of their civilization."
"I've heard of it,"Daniel admitted."Largely a legend, considering no one has been able to get past the Falmer to explore the depths. And it appears to necessitate some sort of sphere that's to be attuned to their finicky harmonised resonations, sending out a signal to manoeuvre something. I've never heard of anyone able to create a welkin with the proper attunement, but perhaps your Quaker found one : belike some crazed mage searching for leave 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 sort of dumb warrior-brute."
"My mother was interested in charming properties, and figured that, even though I showed no aptitude for it, I should know something of it to facilitate 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 full old-fashioned steel, corundum and gold. The problem is, no one can find the right proportioning to copy this metal. I'm close to unlocking the cloak-and-dagger : I can find it in my bones."
"How did you prepare that buckler ?"Betty asked."Not to mention your blade."
"well, some Explorer found dwemer prance and a few solid metal blocks, and gave them to Calcelmo, who heard I was looking for token to make dwarven armor, and offered them to me in interchange for a service,"he shrugged."I heard that the items were of optimal persuasiveness when combined with both smoothing iron and steel, and used that. It turns out that just one of the other ingots each combined with two or three dwarven-metal block of metal makes items of astounding strength. You just have to smelt it all together, then chassis it, carve it, temper it."
"You really are a good blacksmith, aren't you, Dan ?"
"wellspring, I'm not a professional, but I am proficient enough to take a leak Ebony, if that counts as good,"he shrugged."I also have experience qualification and tempering Elven and that green Glass stuff."
"So you don't just do heavy arming ?"she asked skeptically.
"Eorlund has been helping me,"Book of Daniel admitted."Vilkas and Skjor were the ace to help me learn my scrimmage combat acquirement, Aela taught me how to use a bow, and now Eorlund is teaching me how to lay down and maintain these things for myself. For instance, to repair a jagged arm, you heat up a minuscule piece of metal and insert it into the notch, heat the entire brand, then hammer all the metal hard, to pull in it declare tightly. The patch melds almost seamlessly with the original, and you have a continuous, discriminating edge."
"well, I guess you really do cognize 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 things but thoroughly,"Daniel shrugged."And, well, Eorlund is, arguably, the best smith in Skyrim. I say arguably because Skyrim is home to many safe, whole Nord blacksmiths, each saying they're as good or unspoilt, and that the Companions'smith is only the dear due to his trade good fate. The Skyforge behind the post is, in all honestness, the one-time thing in Skyrim : its uncovering led to the mead-hall Jorrvaskr and the associate'base of command itself. Not to observe their weaponry."
"So every companion uses a weapon made from the Skyforge ?"Betty asked.
"wellspring, not necessarily uses, but for every meeting with a client, we wear our Skyforge Steel weaponry,"he admitted."The magical dimension of the forge seem to work only on steel weapons and armors, holding the metallic element's make-up tighter than with a normal forge. However, it does solve on other metals : my shield, blade and mace were made in the Skyforge's fires. They've never required maintenance."
"That's astounding,"Betty said softly."Do I get a weapon… ?"
"Well, you have to go on your trial, first,"Book of the Prophet Daniel shrugged."Afterwards, Kodlak will order to Eorlund that he will get you a weapon of your choosing. So long as it has a leaf blade, 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, rarer metal of Ebony, or even the Dwarven poppycock : doesn't hurt that they're nice to look at, either."
"That is true,"Betty agreed."But why doesn't the Skyforge involve blunt objects, like macer and warhammers ?"
Book of Daniel sat up to meet the womanhood's eyes as he explained,"well, my hypothesis is that few warriors liked the mace when the smithy was created : it's ho-hum, off-balance, and dense, same goes for the larger warhammers. That, and armor was rarely as covering as it is in this era, according to most scholars the Dwemer were the number 1 to hail up with full-body heavy armament. Some would slip them for their creations, the golem. In any issue, since armour wasn't so covering, there were legion weak spot, some thin, some thick, that would be best exploited by a well-aimed cut from a brand or axe, rather than bashed in with a dull flange, or heavy head.
"Now, however, armor can cut through virtually the entirety of one's torso, with the exceptions of reefer, though those can be covered with strand, as I've done with my own armament. A hard foreland can effectively turn a man's protective cover into his enemy. Cave in the chest-plate enough, an opposition can't get the hint he needs. Smash a cuticle with the head of a warhammer, you have the ability to dent it, or even shatter it, rendering it entirely useless. Blunt weapons have the potential to turn an enemy's greatest asset, such as their hard, stocky armor plating, into their imperfect decimal point. You merely have to wait for an opening… or create one with a well-timed bash."
"Your reasoning is legal,"the red head nodded."But what about when a lightly-armored bandit comes at you ? You are at a disadvantage then, lugging around the weighty equipment you seem to prefer, Dan."
"Well, yes, I suppose that would seem to be the subject. But, with that added weight, as long as my shield is in the powerful emplacement, I can obturate anything and barely be moved. I let the lightly-armored man or adult female do their dance, slashing and bashing against my overall mass and, when they lose their energy, I deliver a bash during an onrush, knocking them off counterweight. This can be followed up with an overhead smash, or a crescent tap, or even a horizontal slash. With their confine protection, even in that Glass hooey that lightly armored citizenry tend to shoot for to get, I can break them in a affair of a few hitting. I will take on that, if individual gets in my blind billet, I'll have an issue turning to take on the smash, but my gear has taken hits before, and come through pretty well intact. mightiness get staggered or have a chip to work out, but I won't find much more than a bruise."
"And what if a mage like myself fire ?"Betty asked, leaning back.
"well,"Daniel had to call back for a few second,"with the right on trance, I can negate your offensive magic. I have been working on doing something to that effect. The fellow keep back getting a lot of complaints about rogue mages and atronachs, but when we try to learn them down it's risky, seeing as few of our number employ justificative magic. I'm one of the few who sees magic's electric potential to make warriors stronger than ever. Even the study of the conjuring trick of plant life sentence, alchemy, can increase a soul's resiliency, strength, stamen, and even enhance their noesis for a dead time. Though, if I voiced my opinion, I might be cast from their number."
"Why would they cast you out for saying what you believe ?"the mage asked."Surely people are allowed to give voice to their impression here ?"
"For the about part, yes,"the warrior nodded slowly,"but the comrade will not embrace magic into their lives… something about the whiteness and strength of combat, or some such nonsense. Magic has been around long before Man or Mer were even an idea, let alone a refinement. The time of legend, where our oldest stories come from, was riddled with legerdemain more herculean than that commanded by all the men and mer since combined into a whole. And let us not forget of the start track record of history, in the time of Almalexia, or even further back, when Talos and Ysgramor set out from Atmora to exact new lands."
"You are not a bare animal, it would seem. You have some semblance of mind hidden away behind those lovely eyes of yours."
"fountainhead, I am sure it is nothing in comparability to your own intelligence service. After all, there is only so practically a man can eff when he is a consecrate warrior, travelling from one end of the state to the other fourth dimension after time."
"Aye, but staying in one place does not allow for a person with the real-world experience needed to go in such abrasive terrain."
The conversation broke off as Daniel took the time to finish off his meal while it still had some fondness to it. A few minutes later, he set the arena down and lay on the roll, staring up at the ceiling in a musing muteness. Betty took the clock time to drink more, stopping not long after, as she felt about to collapse. She'd been beginning to slur her watchword closer to the end of their conversation, swaying slightly, as if her center of rest was constantly in motion. She moved over, closemouthed to her fellow traveller, so that he could see her.
"So, tell me, slap-up familiar, do you have a woman you fancy ?"she was teasing while lightly circling a finger around the center of his thorax, stroking the leather.
"A fair sex I fancy ?"the Male questioned with a raised hilltop."One might say that, aye. One might also note that I am… unattached, or, as I hear it is said, free to love and lust after whomever I see fit."
"And who is this adult female that has struck your fancy, hmm ?"
"fountainhead, she's not from here,"he admitted."She comes from the Confederate States, beyond the Jerrall slew. She's a fairly matter, little shorter than myself, hair red like a fire's flame and eyes like the jade used in Akaviri carving. Quite a lovely combination, I must admit. However, it would not be appropriate for me to secernate her openly, as we've only met recently."
"She sounds like a truly… do-able cleaning woman,"Betty said softly.
"Aye,"he nodded, a smile formed on his lips before he turned to look at his fellow."What of yourself ? A good-looking woman like you should cause no trouble finding suitors."
"In all honesty, I do not much like the party 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 rampart ! square muscle from top to penetrate, with a jaw like an anvil, and his oculus are quite nice to search at, a admixture of brown, with brilliant blue sky and pine-green streaks. But he's not a pretty-boy : ruggedly handsome would be the best verbal description, dark-haired in this Edwin Herbert Land of light-haired, pale men and women. I just don't know if he is occupy, and I do not enjoy making a mug of myself."
"well, I can not speak for this man, but I know that I am interested,"Book of Daniel whispered, turning to lay on his side, cubitus propped against the bedroll's slightly boneheaded end, shaped for a pass, while he took her deal and brought it to his lips, flicking his tongue against her palm.
"You are that man,"Betty said, her vocalisation just as quiet, gruff."And, while I can not verbalize for the woman you are occupy in, I know that I am."
"You are the womanhood I wish,"he told her quietly.
"Good,"Betty's lips curled into a smile, and she moved closer. Her bridge player, the one at Book of Daniel's sass, crept lower, grazing against his chest, 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 gaze a smolder of desire. The adult female licked her back talk at the fire she saw burning there, just waiting to be put out by her, by the wetness of both her bent of rim. She stroked her palm tree against the arousal between her spouse's leg, leaning forward at the same time as he did, his hired man moving up along her arm so he could unhook her bonnet, removing it so her whisker spilled freely. His fingerbreadth coiled in the expanse of red tresses, to bring her lips to his. At get-go the buss was slow, an exploration and a question in one.
The woman answered with the like heat and hunger that could be seen in Book of the Prophet Daniel's oculus. He drew her finisher, bringing their bodies together slowly. He rolled onto his cover, 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 midpoint above the muscular limb. 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 stratum of leather.
He began pulling at the ties up the sides of the leather chestpiece, releasing shoulder shoulder strap to draw off the spaulders and unbuckling the weapon system belt that held up her arming skirt. Betty moved to produce this wanton, revealing the fur thong that kept the core of slick heat awaiting him from being out in the loose. Book of Daniel's deal stroked over her second joint slowly, thumbs caressing the bunching muscles, admiring the fluent, soft skin. His own manus were uncut, the heavy callouses on them a crude contrast.
"By Talos,"he whispered,"are you this indulgent everywhere ?"
"Why don't you find out ?"she asked breathlessly. Already his touch, just the assuage way he brushed fingers over her skin, was setting the rest of her ablaze, gooseflesh rising as much from the sang-froid air as the anticipation.
"I plan to,"he said in a confident tone.
He found the parting of her armor and slid it over her question, his tongue stroking along the boundary of his tooth. He was eager to see what was in store, and it didn't disappoint : easygoing, milky-white globe of physical body hidden behind band of leather held up with straps, a design he found unusual, yet pragmatic. He leaned forward and kissed the top of each white meat, making a circle with his clapper before kissing once more. He nibbled at the soft shape, his hands stroking over her centre, around to her sides, then her back, lifting to get hold where the buckle was.
As the strap came loose, he expected her glorious bosom to droop a honest bit, but they didn't, to his surprise. Yes, they dropped a couple column inch, but not as much as he expected, making him lick his lips at how full and delicious they looked. The delicate, blench pinko of her pap was in perfect match with the beautiful color of the ease of her cutis, pale and delightfully untouched-looking. His manpower moved back down to her pelvis and he looked up into her eyes, though the angle wasn't much.
"Whose musical theme was that lilliputian thing ?"he asked curiously. As a Bessie Smith and universal Lord of matter, it piqued his curiosity.
"My female parent's,"Betty whispered."Hers were prominent at a youthful age, and girdle were uncomfortable, so she made it. I'll answer more later… just, please… jot me."
Daniel groaned,"Yes…"
His hands went back up again, and he cupped the large world in his hand, leaning forward and flicking his tongue at the tough peak of one tit. It rewarded him by puckering, so he did it again and again, a combination of curious and excited. His contact was unpracticed, for the virtually constituent, but still she responded by moving her pelvic arch back and Forth River against his thigh. He turned his attention to the other nipple, doing the Lapplander, and then circling the rigorous bit of soma with his tongue, as though he were licking honey off one of those odd serving utensils.
Betty's finger's breadth clenched in his hair, pulling him cheeseparing, practically shoving his boldness into her chest as she sawed her pelvic girdle, back and forth, against the corded muscles of his leg. Everything he did to her, while seemingly unpracticed, a little clumsy, was done confidently, with the aim of pleasing her. Her back arched and her fingers clawed at the broad sweep 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, sure drift, she undid the crosstie going down his backbone without his having to strike before she peeled the fur-lined leather off his trunk, and unfolded it from his back.
Daniel had to lean back in ordination to get it off his arms, letting her draw the cogwheel off, the oestrus it provided seeming to gag him. He felt so lovesome, like he was alight inside, and knew that only the woman before him would be able to quench the fire, slake his lust, which felt like a throat, parched from a day's work without drink. He felt fingers stroking along his peel, nails scraping at frame, which rose in goosebumps, just as hers had under his caresses. He shivered slightly, and then drew her against him, wanting to sense the fuzziness of her pelt against the heavy, wind-roughened expanse of his body.
Betty was all but quivering : he looked positively appetizing with just his peel stretched over the breadth of his torso. She would lick all over it later, let her lips and tongue explore the hard outer space and the dips, the edges and ravines that decorated every smooth cut between musculus. His pectus was decorated with hair, which thinned into a triangle, dipping below the waist of his leather rear of tube, leaving her wondering what that piffling course might lead to… The last of those thoughts were wiped out when he took her tit between his sass and suckled softly.
Daniel knew what he wanted… cognise where it was located, but didn't want to finish exploring her. Instead, he rolled without moving from his post, pinning Betty beneath him. He moved so that, rather than one leg being between both of hers, his entire body rested between the welcoming expanse of her thigh. He let one manus run along her leg, the flaccid skin seeming to be never-ending, a long surface area interrupted by only by the bump of her kneecap. Otherwise it was as smooth as a baby's rear.
Betty loved how her lover seemed to enjoy running his manpower all over her body, the rough laurel wreath and finger's breadth almost feather-light, reverent, as they touched her. Her back arched and she stroked her hips forward against the prominent bulge in his leather rear of tube, wresting a groan from the otherwise upstanding, implacable wall that radiated estrus and desire. She decided, on the patch, that she wanted to hump what those breeches hid, what this man's manhood looked like, and so set to freeing his cock. The tie at the front man undid rather easily, and since his arm bang was already off, there was nil to do but delve into the textile and take hold… of what felt like a third leg ! She drew the thick, meaty expanse out and had to sting her lower lip at the look of him. He wasn't extremely long, but still had a good breadth to him : something that would elongate her.
When he felt the ties being pulled at the front of his waist, Book of the Prophet Daniel had stopped his exploration to watch the fair sex's reaction. Her questing fingerbreadth wrapping around his full, engorged member made him hiss in a breath, but the way her eye widened, getting huge, made him almost smirk. The sight of her lingua darting out to lick along her replete, kissable lip made his length vellication, 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 command to manage, but still he waited. She stroked from tip to base, rolling back the skin to queer the across-the-board, matt head of his rooster, which she feathered with her quarter round. His eyes closed and he groaned, letting out the sound low in his throat.
"Do you wish what you see ?"he asked softly.
"It looks like it might hurt… like it might stretch me out… but I want it… by the club, I want it,"Betty told him, her voice soft, almost like she was speaking to herself.
"It'll be yours soon…"Daniel started to say, only to be cut off when Betty pushed him back onto his vertebral column, his legs moving straight out. The roll was, thankfully, long enough to encompass the motion, but the nimble halt had jerked his hair back so he felt air on the crown of his spike, which were pointed ever so slightly. Soft fingertips touched the right ear and he averted his eye : the Mer weren't made to mix with Man, and yet his Church Father had found love in his mother's branch. He'd be granted an extra 100 of life-time, most likely.
"That's why you hide your ears,"Betty whispered."What form ?"
"Wood-elf,"he answered honestly."It accounts for my glum hair and eyes, and the fragile tan of my skin."
"It looks good on you,"Book of Daniel heard, then Betty flicked her tongue against the tip, which was almost as sensible as nigh 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 brim to his. The lenient, damp pelt merged, and he brought her finis with one hand, forcing her to twist her head slightly so that their nozzle weren't crushed together. She stroked along his lips with her spit, flicking it lightly, never removing her one hand from his thick distance, though she leaned slightly to one side to throw him elbow room. Even the one who assaulted her hadn't been built like this, and the only early man she'd had since then was no lucifer in any way. Daniel's tongue darted out to meet hers, and the muscles twined together, stroking, dancing, moving to a tempo they both found easily.
Daniel was disappointed, almost to the point of following, when Betty's backtalk left his, but when he felt her get down the trail of buss down his chest, he was powerless to do anything but watch. He braced his physical structure up on his human elbow, angling his torso. Her knife teased the cuts between each set of abs slow, tracing with a thoroughness that surprised him. He didn't know what she found so special… idol above ! He felt the kiss planted on the side of his shaft like her lips were made of lightning, or filled with the deception that he knew she could command at a whim. Her natural language came out once again and she stroked, incline to side along the undersurface of his spear's haft, down to the base, and turn down, to the sac containing the most tender component of his consistency. He shivered, then gasped when she nipped, his hands fisting in the furs covering the roll. His school principal fell back as he felt her suck one orb into her mouthpiece, his pelvic girdle lifting when he felt the tug at his ankle, letting her draw play down his rear of barrel entirely, leaving him raw 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 times harder. She nuzzled at the thick member in front line of her while she rolled his teste around in her mouth, giving a slight tug on it before letting it pop from her oral cavity. Her knife slowly stroked along the venous blood vessel that was most prominent, from substructure to tip, swirling around slowly, her manus stroking the cock while the question got her mouth's idolatry. His sassing parted to release low moan, soft speech sound of surprise pleasure, which only made her do more. She parted her lips and let them enfold the tip of his turncock, letting them catch under the head while she gave a svelte pull, flicking her natural language over the small cunt that leaked sweet-tasting juice. Her head dropped slowly, inch by inch, drawing back a little before pushing further.
Daniel knew that, if he never saw the realm of a god, he'd send for this Shangri-la, this moment, with this char, who seemed to hunger for him intensely. He felt her lips crawling down his shaft, until her throat closed suddenly around the head teacher of his rooster, letting him love where he was. He could hardly believe it : he'd heard of such thing, but never expected it to feel as amazing as his supporter'boasting made it out to be. It was better by far. His articulatio coxae knife thrust, and he felt Betty's throat convulse in a slender gag around the tip, clenching and releasing. She wasn't far from the fundament, and he hoped that she'd try to go all the way… which she did, suddenly, arching forward and pushing her nose into the curl around the floor of his length. He wouldn't last long, he knew that for sure, if zip else.
Betty could hardly consider she had managed to train that entire manly spear into her rima oris, 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 breath. She heard the man she was pleasuring dip, his head falling back as a manus tightened in her hair, pressing down on her head slightly, as if to keep her there, before he let it flow back to the bedroll. She smiled mentally, before letting out a low moan as she sucked, pulling her mouth back in by inch until she almost released the thick dick between her backtalk, only to adjure her face down onto it again, shaking her head as she gagged. Her pharynx tightened, released, and tightened again, making that big shaft feel even more imposing than it already was.
Book of the Prophet Daniel could barely catch one's breath 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 first, just taking the showtime few in while she stroked at the home with one script, the other toying with his sac and the orbs contained within. Her backtalk made a lovely sheath, and he managed to ascertain her working, wonder filling what part of his brain was still capable of rational thought, even as it filled with ride delight. He could palpate that discharge 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 blowup of creamy, salty goodness that coated her backtalk. She'd only had this happen once or twice before, but never in such ample total, 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 Book of the Prophet Daniel's beam while he lay there, panting, his binding still slightly arched, clenched fist clenching and unclenching.
When he got his breath back, Daniel smiled apologetically,"Tried to let you know… you have my apologies, if they're necessary."
"They're not,"Betty murmured with her eyelid at half-staff.
She stood up while he watched her, undoing the ties to her thong, letting the straw man autumn open to disclose the subdued crimp of her pussy. She could see the hungry regard of her associate relocation 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 sleek down bitch against it, letting the outer lip 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.
Book of the Prophet Daniel pushed again after Betty had settled over him, lowering her to the curl, his thigh under her, lifting her pelvic arch slightly so he had to point his thick, athirst cock down to pierce her. His sword found a sheath, warm and wet, slowly piercing it, while Betty gasped, her head falling back and her hands wrapping about his wrists. He threaded their fingers together, tying her hands up beside her head, leaning over her as he progressed, pushing deeper with small-scale, slow strokes of his pelvic girdle. Betty let out balmy gasps, almost picayune mewling sounds, all the while her pelvis stroked against his, urging him to progress further in a way more surreptitious than any words ever could be. He groaned, drawing back slowly, then pushing in as far as he could, her tight body encompassing his thick fizgig perfectly.
Betty could hardly trust how she was acting, thrusting at the shaft that penetrated her, begging to be stretched, filling her up oh-so-nicely, completely. She felt slightly trapped, her mitt held as they were, but didn't mind the tactual sensation, his trunk looming over hers, covering her, filling her. He released her handwriting, and she wasted no time in gripping his shoulder joint, fingers digging into the thin, yet hard, veneer of muscle over pearl. She whispered for more, her cheeks food 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 trunk again, finding a tardily, easy pace 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 easygoing strokes, he built up the pressure inside his new sheath, though Betty's rallying cry were lost in his rima oris. He drew back, curling his body up to buss over her breasts again, flicking at the mean buds of her nipple with his tongue, tasting her skin. He could feel his own pleasure mounting, but before it registered, he heard a cry so trashy it rang through the caves, a screech of womanly pleasure, paired with the feeling of liquid spattered over his second joint and a spastic gripping of his entire shaft, like a fist was clenching and releasing repeatedly. He wasted no time in speeding up, suddenly changing step in a few flying stab. He was pumping her eagerly, taking her with nix held back, drive after stab of the fizgig buried mystifying inside her, milking her orgasm.
Betty couldn't help how loud she was : she couldn't believe that he'd gotten her to cum with such slow, quantify movements. It must have something to do with the position : the way he was taking her with her hips elevated on his thighs made the drumhead of his cock stroke the walls of her twat, and stimulate a spot none had ever been able-bodied to pass before. Yet he did… over and over, with each placid diagonal. But as soon as that shattering climax had come about, she'd felt the tempo change, and now her cry were more invariant, almost blending into a ace, seamless scream. He'd just made her cum, but already he was bringing her book binding to the verge again, and so quickly.
Daniel's hips went as fast as he could inspire them and still fix a full moon, herculean drive, skin slapping against skin, and niggling squelching sounds issuing from the juncture between the pair. He was so close… just a few more… and Betty came around him for the irregular time, screaming once again. His own cry was lost in the echo of hers, his length shuddering as he released squirt after spurt of his orgasmic fluid into her. His pelvis kept pushing into her for a identification number More driving force, his mind hardly linked to the trunk it inhabited, its conscious thought lost among the stars. He slowly managed to prompt, rolling onto his back and drawing Betty with him.
It was he who got his breathing place back first, and only long enough to say one Logos,"Whoa."
Betty, breathless though she was, managed a soft giggle at that, her eyes closed as she tried to get her heart pace to slow. She felt sated, yet she wasn't tired quite yet, though the live up to smell that radiated through her, not to observe the pleasant aching beginning to maturate in the slur between her thighs, gave her an almost lethargic feel. She nuzzled into Daniel's chest of drawers, closing her eyes as his length, while still inside her, loosened, spent .