A word : 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 early. youth Betty Webb is a magus of Bruma, while Book of the Prophet Daniel is a native of Skyrim and one of the fellow traveler. The voice you are about to study is a lot of a much larger fan-fiction which is currently in the devising. As a disclaimer, I own none of the reference point, and anything representing people in the veridical human beings is entirely coincidental. I thank you for reading and trust you enjoy.


Using a spare shirt wrapped around his mitt, he grabbed the prominent cauldron of stew off the firing, setting it down nearby and sprinkling in some common salt from a spicery pot above the flame. He stirred it in with some herbs Betty had found then serve up it all out. Some Fly Amanita grew nearby, and he picked off several stalking after examining the craw. The wild ones were rarely practiced, but they'd gotten lucky with these peculiar few. He dunked them into the sweat, using them as bitable spoonful, the gill holding broth that spilled over across the clapper. He groaned at the taste, and Betty smiled, taking a big helping. She also grabbed some of the ale that they'd found, respective bottles, in fact, passing two to Daniel, but keeping the rest for herself.
She ate and drank quite a bit, enough that Daniel believed she was drunk. He removed his gauntlets and boots not long after, setting them in the mountain with his armour. The 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 groom stew and the mushroom 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.
"wellspring, yeah,"she said with her mouth half-full."I had to learn somehow. I pretended to agree with their school of thought, but secretly studied more than they would have liked. I constantly exceeded their expectations that way, but always had to hide my admittedly kinship. I also studied under a high-elf alchemical guru. The man was amazing, taught me about something called Nirnroot, and its attribute. He had to have been nearing the end of his half-millennium life when he departed for Skyrim."
"What was he looking for here ?"the large warrior asked curiously.
"Something he called the 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 entireness of the province that the gnome used at the height 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 require some variety of domain that's to be attuned to their particular harmonic resonations, sending out a sign to operate something. I've never heard of anyone able-bodied to produce a arena with the proper attunement, but perhaps your friend found one : likely some crazed mage searching for draw a blank knowledge."
Betty was speechless for a moment before she frowned,"How did you oversee to word that ? I thought you were supposed to be some variety of dumb warrior-brute."
"My mother was interested in magic 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 nanus. Their armament was sturdier than anything I've ever seen. I believe the metallic element is a combination of good outmoded steel, corundum and gold. The job is, no one can find the right proportioning to re-create this metal. I'm close to unlocking the secret : I can feel it in my bones."
"How did you make that shell ?"Betty asked."Not to remark your blade."
"fountainhead, some explorer found dwemer struts and a few strong metal blocks, and gave them to Calcelmo, who heard I was looking for items to lay down dwarven armour, and offered them to me in exchange for a armed service,"he shrugged."I heard that the point were of optimum strength when combined with both branding iron and brand, and used that. It turns out that just one of the other ingots each combined with two or three dwarven-metal ingots makes token of astounding persuasiveness. You just have to smelt it all together, then physical body it, carve it, temper it."
"You really are a good blacksmith, aren't you, Dan ?"
"Well, I'm not a master, but I am unspoilt enough to make ebony, 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 grievous armament ?"she asked skeptically.
"Eorlund has been helping me,"Daniel admitted."Vilkas and Skjor were the ones to help oneself me acquire my melee combat acquisition, Aela taught me how to use a bow, and now Eorlund is teaching me how to make and maintain these thing for myself. For instance, to repair a jagged weapon system, you heat up a small opus of metal and tuck it into the nick, heat the entire leaf blade, then hammer all the metal hard, to fix it hold tightly. The patch melds almost seamlessly with the original, and you have a continuous, sharply edge."
"fountainhead, I guess you really do love 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 things but thoroughly,"Book of Daniel shrugged."And, well, Eorlund is, arguably, the advantageously smith in Skyrim. I say arguably because Skyrim is home to many safe, firm Nord blacksmiths, each saying they're as good or sound, and that the Companions'Ian Douglas Smith is only the in force due to his practiced fortune. The Skyforge behind the place is, in all honesty, the honest-to-goodness thing in Skyrim : its uncovering led to the mead-hall Jorrvaskr and the familiar'basis of command itself. Not to remark their weaponry."
"So every fellow traveler uses a arm made from the Skyforge ?"Betty asked.
"wellspring, not necessarily uses, but for every meeting with a client, we wear our Skyforge blade weapons system,"he admitted."The magical properties of the forge seem to work only on brand artillery and armor, holding the metal's composition soaked than with a convention forge. However, it does work on other metals : my shield, sword 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… ?"
"fountainhead, you have to go on your trial run, first,"Daniel shrugged."Afterwards, Kodlak will order to Eorlund that he will make you a weapon of your choosing. So long as it has a blade, he can make it. Blunt weapons are something the Skyforge does not affect all that much, sadly enough. That's why I prefer to use the harder, rare metal of ebony, or even the Dwarven stuff : doesn't hurt that they're nice to expect at, either."
"That is lawful,"Betty agreed."But why doesn't the Skyforge impress blunt target, like maces and warhammers ?"
Daniel sat up to run across the woman's middle as he explained,"Well, my theory is that few warriors liked the macebearer when the forge was created : it's slow, off-balance, and heavy, like goes for the bigger warhammers. That, and armor was rarely as covering as it is in this era, according to almost scholars the Dwemer were the first off to come up with full-body heavy armament. Some would mistake them for their creations, the golem. In any outcome, since armor wasn't so covering, there were numerous faint compass point, some thin, some thick, that would be best exploited by a well-aimed fade from a leaf blade or axe, rather than bashed in with a blunt flange, or heavy head.
"Now, however, armor can cover virtually the entirety of one's soundbox, with the exceptions of marijuana cigarette, though those can be covered with chemical chain, as I've done with my own armament. A severe foreland can effectively wrench a man's protection into his enemy. Cave in the chest-plate enough, an enemy can't get the breath he needs. nail a shell with the head of a warhammer, you have the ability to indent it, or even shatter it, rendering it entirely useless. Blunt artillery have the potency to plough an opposition's greatest plus, such as their toilsome, thick armor plating, into their faint breaker point. You merely have to wait for an opening… or produce one with a well-timed bash."
"Your reasoning is reasoned,"the red head nodded."But what about when a lightly-armored bandit comes at you ? You are at a disadvantage then, lugging around the gruelling equipment you seem to prefer, Dan."
"Well, yes, I suppose that would look to be the case. But, with that added exercising weight, as long as my shield is in the right location, I can barricade anything and barely be moved. I let the lightly-armored man or woman do their dance, slashing and bashing against my boilersuit mass and, when they lose their Energy Department, I deliver a bang during an fire, knocking them off proportionality. This can be followed up with an overhead belt, or a crescent strike, or even a horizontal solidus. With their fix shelter, even in that glass stuff that lightly armored people tend to aim to get, I can break dance them in a matter of a few hit. I will admit that, if individual gets in my unreasoning post, I'll have an issue turning to see the smash, but my gear has taken hits before, and come through pretty well intact. power get staggered or have a chip to work out, but I won't sense much more than than a bruise."
"And what if a mage like myself attacks ?"Betty asked, leaning back.
"Well,"Book of Daniel had to think for a few mo,"with the right enchantments, I can negate your offensive deception. I have been working on doing something to that event. The Companions celebrate getting a lot of ailment about rogue mages and atronachs, but when we try to select them down it's risky, seeing as few of our issue employ justificatory magic. I'm one of the few who sees wizardly's potential to nominate warriors unassailable than ever. Even the survey of the magic of works life, alchemy, can increase a soul's resiliency, strong suit, stamina, and even enhance their noesis for a short time. Though, if I voiced my view, I might be cast from their number."
"Why would they barf you out for saying what you believe ?"the mage asked."Surely masses are allowed to leave voice to their notion here ?"
"For the most parting, yes,"the warrior nodded slowly,"but the Companions will not embrace magic into their lives… something about the purity and strength of combat, or some such nonsense. Magic has been around long before Man or Mer were even an idea, let alone a civilization. The time of fable, where our honest-to-goodness stories come from, was riddled with thaumaturgy more herculean than that commanded by all the men and mer since combined into a whole. And let us not leave of the first record of chronicle, 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 brute, it would seem. You have some semblance of intellect hidden away behind those adorable oculus of yours."
"Well, I am sure it is nothing in comparison to your own tidings. After all, there is only so much a man can know when he is a consecrate warrior, travelling from one end of the province to the early clock time after time."
"Aye, but staying in one place does not allow a soul with the real-world experience needed to survive in such harsh 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 bowlful down and lay on the roll, staring up at the ceiling in a contemplative silence. Betty took the fourth dimension to fuddle More, stopping not long after, as she felt about to bust. She'd been beginning to slur her give-and-take closer to the end of their conversation, swaying slightly, as if her center of balance was constantly in apparent movement. She moved over, closer to her fellow traveler, so that he could see her.
"So, tell me, great Companion, do you have a womanhood you fancy ?"she was teasing while lightly circling a finger's breadth around the centre of attention of his chest, stroking the leather.
"A char I fancy ?"the Male questioned with a raised brow."One might say that, aye. One might also mention that I am… uncommitted, or, as I hear it is said, free to get laid and starve after whomever I see fit."
"And who is this woman that has struck your fancy, hmm ?"
"Well, she's not from here,"he admitted."She comes from the Confederacy, beyond the Jerrall plenty. She's a pretty thing, lilliputian brusk than myself, hair red like a flak's flaming and eyes like the strumpet used in Akaviri sculpture. Quite a lovely combination, I must accept. However, it would not be set aside for me to recount her openly, as we've only met recently."
"She sounds like a truly… do-able woman,"Betty said softly.
"Aye,"he nodded, a smiling formed on his lips before he turned to look at his companion."What of yourself ? A good-looking woman like you should let no trouble finding suitors."
"In all satinpod, I do not much like the companionship 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 paries ! Solid brawniness from top to bottom, with a jaw like an anvil, and his center are quite nice to look at, a mixture of brown, with brilliant blue and pine-green streaks. But he's not a pretty-boy : ruggedly handsome would be the best description, dark-haired in this acres of light-haired, pale men and cleaning lady. I just don't know if he is occupy, and I do not enjoy making a soft touch of myself."
"Well, I can not verbalise for this man, but I know that I am interested,"Daniel whispered, turning to lay on his side, cubital joint propped against the bedroll's slightly duncish end, shaped for a head, while he took her hired man and brought it to his lips, flicking his knife against her palm.
"You are that man,"Betty said, her vocalisation just as quiet, husky."And, while I can not speak for the fair sex you are concerned in, I know that I am."
"You are the woman I wish,"he told her quietly.
"Good,"Betty's sassing curled into a smile, and she moved closer. Her bridge player, the one at Daniel's brim, crept humble, grazing against his chest, down the solid state 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 woman licked her lips at the fervor she saw burning there, just waiting to be put out by her, by the wetness of both her hardening of lips. She stroked her medallion against the arousal between her partner's branch, leaning forward at the same sentence as he did, his hand moving up along her arm so he could unhook her goon, removing it so her hair spilled freely. His fingers coiled in the expanse of red tress, to bring her lips to his. At first the kiss was slowly, an exploration and a question in one.
The woman answered with the Sami heating and thirst that could be seen in Daniel's optic. He drew her closer, bringing their bodies together slowly. He rolled onto his spinal column, dragging her atop him. Betty's thighs parted, and she lay with one leg on the exterior of his body, the former between his muscular thigh, leaving her centre above the brawny limb. He lifted his leg to mash his thigh against her, to which she responded by thrusting, as if to stroke herself against his leg. Betty leaned back, the trend 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 shoulder joint shoulder strap to draw off the spaulders and unbuckling the weapons belt that held up her arming wench. Betty moved to ca-ca this easier, revealing the fur flip-flop that kept the pith of satiny heat awaiting him from being out in the surface. Daniel's manus stroked over her thighs slowly, quarter round caressing the bunching muscle, admiring the smooth, soft skin. His own workforce were rough, the hard callouses on them a blunt 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 skin, was setting the residue of her ablaze, gooseflesh rising as a good deal from the cool air as the anticipation.
"I plan to,"he said in a sure-footed tone.
He found the parting of her armour and slid it over her drumhead, his tongue stroking along the edges of his teeth. He was eager to see what was in store, and it didn't disappoint : easy, milky-white globes of soma hidden behind circles of leather held up with shoulder strap, a design he found strange, yet practical. He leaned forward and kissed the top of each breast, making a rotary with his lingua before kissing once more. He nibbled at the gentle flesh, his hired hand stroking over her heart, around to her sides, then her back, lifting to find where the buckle was.
As the strap came loose, he expected her brilliant boob 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 lap up his lips at how full-of-the-moon and delicious they looked. The soft, pale pinko of her nipples was in perfect tense peer with the beautiful color of the rest of her cutis, pale and delightfully untouched-looking. His hired hand moved back down to her hips and he looked up into her eyes, though the angle wasn't much.
"Whose approximation was that trivial thing ?"he asked curiously. As a smith and full general maker of things, it piqued his curiosity.
"My mother's,"Betty whispered."Hers were large at a young age, and stays were uncomfortable, so she made it. I'll answer more later… just, please… touch me."
Daniel groaned,"Yes…"
His hands went back up again, and he cupped the large Earth in his hands, leaning forward and flicking his lingua at the surd peak of one titty. It rewarded him by puckering, so he did it again and again, a combination of curious and charge. His touch was unpracticed, for the most component part, but still she responded by moving her rosehip back and forth against his thigh. He turned his care to the other nipple, doing the like, and then circling the tight bit of flesh with his tongue, 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 cheek into her breasts as she sawed her hips, back and forth, against the corded muscle of his leg. Everything he did to her, while seemingly unpractised, a little clumsy, was done confidently, with the aim of pleasing her. Her back arched and her fingerbreadth clawed at the broad expanse that was his berm. She could hardly make a motion him, even if she wanted to, but she could get that damn under-armor off him. With straightaway, sure drift, she undid the standoff going down his spine without his having to move before she peeled the fur-lined leather off his trunk, and unfolded it from his back.
Book of Daniel had to incline back in ordination to get it off his arms, letting her draw the gear off, the heat it provided seeming to choke him. He felt so warm, like he was afire inside, and knew that only the woman before him would be able to quench the flame, slake his lustfulness, which felt like a throat, parched from a day's oeuvre without drinking. He felt fingers stroking along his pelt, nails scraping at flesh, which rose in gooseflesh, just as hers had under his caresses. He shivered slightly, and then drew her against him, wanting to sense the sissiness of her skin against the intemperately, wind-roughened area of his body.
Betty was all but shakiness : he looked positively appetizing with just his skin stretched over the breadth of his torso. She would lap up all over it later, let her lips and natural language explore the concentrated spaces and the dips, the bound and ravines that decorated every smooth cut between muscle. His chest was decorated with hair, which thinned into a triangle, dipping below the waistline of his leather rear of tube, leaving her wondering what that footling course might lead to… The last of those idea were wiped out when he took her nipple between his lips and suckled softly.
Daniel knew what he wanted… get laid where it was located, but didn't want to stop exploring her. Instead, he rolled without moving from his stain, pinning Betty beneath him. He moved so that, rather than one leg being between both of hers, his full body rested between the welcoming expanse of her second joint. He let one handwriting run along her leg, the soft skin seeming to be never-ending, a long expanse interrupted by only by the bump of her patella. Otherwise it was as smooth as a baby's rear.
Betty loved how her buff seemed to enjoy running his hands all over her body, the rough out palms and fingerbreadth almost feather-light, reverent, as they touched her. Her back arched and she stroked her hips forward against the spectacular hump in his leather breeches, wresting a groan from the otherwise self-coloured, implacable paries that radiated rut and desire. She decided, on the stain, that she wanted to know what those breeches hid, what this man's manhood looked like, and so set to freeing his prick. The tie at the front undid rather easily, and since his weapon system belt was already off, there was nothing to do but delve into the cloth and take hold… of what felt like a tertiary leg ! She drew the midst, meaty sweep out and had to bite her lower lip at the look of him. He wasn't extremely long, but still had a dependable breadth to him : something that would stretch her.
When he felt the ties being pulled at the front of his waist, Book of Daniel had stopped his geographic expedition to watch the woman's response. Her questing fingerbreadth wrapping around his full moon, engorged penis made him hiss in a breath, but the way her middle widened, getting huge, made him almost smirk. The sight of her tongue darting out to lick along her full, kissable mouth 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 enjoy him, was almost too very much for his control to deal, but still he waited. She stroked from tip to free-base, rolling back the skin to break the wide, flat headland of his cock, which she feathered with her ovolo. His eyes closed and he groaned, letting out the strait 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, I want it,"Betty told him, her voice sonant, 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 cover, his peg moving straight out. The roll was, thankfully, long enough to cover the motion, but the fast stay had jerked his hair's-breadth back so he felt air on the bakshis of his ears, which were pointed ever so slightly. Soft fingertips touched the right ear and he averted his heart : 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 century of life, most likely.
"That's why you shroud your ears,"Betty whispered."What kind ?"
"Wood-elf,"he answered honestly."It accounts for my drear hair and heart, and the slight tan of my skin."
"It looks dependable on you,"Daniel heard, then Betty flicked her glossa against the tip, which was almost as raw 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 mitt, forcing her to change by reversal her school principal slightly so that their nose weren't crushed together. She stroked along his lips with her tongue, flicking it lightly, never removing her one hand from his thick length, though she leaned slightly to one side to pass 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 mate in any way. Daniel's tongue darted out to run into hers, and the muscleman twined together, stroking, dancing, moving to a tempo they both found easily.
Book of the Prophet Daniel was disappointed, almost to the power point of following, when Betty's lips left his, but when he felt her start the lead of kisses down his chest, he was powerless to do anything but watch. He braced his body up on his elbows, angling his torso. Her tongue teased the cut between each set of abs irksome, tracing with a thoroughness that surprised him. He didn't know what she found so special… Gods above ! He felt the candy kiss 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 clapper came out once again and she stroked, face to side along the underside of his shaft's helve, down to the cornerstone, and lower, to the sac containing the most sensitive division of his body. He shivered, then gasped when she nipped, his deal fisting in the furs covering the peal. His headway fell back as he felt her suck one orb into her mouth, his hips lifting when he felt the tug at his ankle joint, letting her draw down his breech 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 pressing as acutely as if it were ten sentence harder. She nuzzled at the dense appendage in front of her while she rolled his teste around in her sassing, giving a slender tug on it before letting it pop from her mouth. Her tongue slowly stroked along the mineral vein that was most salient, from radix to tip, swirling around slowly, her hand stroking the cock while the head got her mouthpiece's devotion. His lips parted to release low groans, indulgent sounds of surprised pleasure, which only made her do to a greater extent. She parted her back talk and let them envelop the tip of his cock, letting them grab under the head while she gave a slight pull, flicking her knife over the small slit that leaked sweet-tasting succus. Her straits dropped slowly, in by column inch, drawing back a little before pushing further.
Daniel knew that, if he never saw the realm of a god, he'd call this heaven, this import, with this womanhood, who seemed to hunger for him intensely. He felt her lips crawling down his beam of light, until her pharynx closed suddenly around the head of his cock, letting him bed where he was. He could hardly consider it : he'd heard of such things, but never expected it to find as vex as his Friend'boasting made it out to be. It was better by far. His articulatio coxae thrust, and he felt Betty's throat convulse in a slight gag around the tip, clenching and releasing. She wasn't far from the stem, and he hoped that she'd try to go all the way… which she did, suddenly, arching forward and pushing her nozzle into the Robert F. Curl around the Qaeda of his length. He wouldn't lastly long, he knew that for certain, if goose egg else.
Betty could hardly believe she had managed to take that entire manly spear into her sassing, especially considering the few inch that were in her throat, closing off her respiratory tract deliciously. She slowly drew back, then bobbed her head down again after a prompt breath. She heard the man she was pleasuring drop, his forefront falling back as a handwriting tightened in her haircloth, pressing down on her head slightly, as if to keep her there, before he let it fall back to the bedroll. She smiled mentally, before letting out a low moan as she sucked, pulling her oral fissure back in by in until she almost released the thick rooster between her lips, only to weigh her side down onto it again, shaking her head as she gagged. Her throat tightened, released, and tightened again, making that big shaft experience even more imposing than it already was.
Daniel could barely breathe through the pressure in his breast, every movement felt acutely through his intellect, through his body. He clenched his clenched fist, Betty's head bobbing up and down, slowly at first, just taking the first few inches while she stroked at the al-Qaeda with one hand, the other toying with his sac and the orbs contained within. Her mouthpiece made a lovely sheath, and he managed to watch her working, wonderment filling what part of his brain was still capable of rational thought, even as it filled with mounting pleasure. He could feel that spill coming along rather quickly, and would take in warned her, but when he opened his oral fissure, 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 mo, then she felt it : an explosion of creamy, salty goodness that coated her mouth. She'd only had this happen once or twice before, but never in such rich amounts, like she'd released a sluice valve. She struggled to swallow it, eventually pulling back, spluttering slightly. Fortunately, it had almost been finished, so the concluding bit was easily cleaned off Book of the Prophet Daniel's tool while he lay there, panting, his back 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 eyelids at half-mast.
She stood up while he watched her, undoing the ties to her thong, letting the front fall spread out to reveal the flaccid folds of her pussy. She could see the athirst regard of her companion 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 abdomen. sooner than let him recuperate, she slowly moved her articulatio coxae back and Forth River, stroking her slick cunt against it, letting the outer lips envelop him in damp, then stroking him slowly, feeling him inure once again. But she wasn't the lonesome one who wanted to please her.
Book of Daniel pushed again after Betty had settled over him, lowering her to the rolling, his thighs under her, lifting her coxa slightly so he had to point his thick, hungry cock down to pierce her. His blade found a cocktail dress, warm up and wet, slowly piercing it, while Betty gasped, her head falling back and her hands wrapping about his radiocarpal joint. He threaded their fingers together, tying her hands up beside her forefront, leaning over her as he progressed, pushing deeper with pocket-sized, slow solidus of his rosehip. Betty let out soft pant, almost little mewling sounds, all the while her hips stroked against his, urging him to progress further in a way more furtive than any words ever could be. He groaned, drawing back slowly, then pushing in as far as he could, her tight torso encompassing his thick lance perfectly.
Betty could hardly believe how she was acting, thrusting at the cock that penetrated her, begging to be stretched, filling her up oh-so-nicely, completely. She felt slightly trapped, her handwriting held as they were, but didn't mind the intuitive feeling, his consistency looming over hers, covering her, filling her. He released her hands, and she wasted no meter in gripping his shoulders, fingers digging into the thin, yet hard, veneer of muscular tissue over osseous tissue. She whispered for more, her cheeks coloring 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 slow, easy yard that fit what he desired at that moment : to relish 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 outcry were lost in his mouth. He drew back, curling his body up to buss over her white meat again, flicking at the stiff buds of her nipples with his tongue, tasting her skin. He could experience his own pleasure climbing, but before it registered, he heard a cry so garish it rang through the caves, a scream of feminine pleasure, paired with the flavour of liquid spattered over his thighs and a convulsive gripping of his stallion shaft, like a fist was clenching and releasing repeatedly. He wasted no metre in speeding up, suddenly changing pace in a few agile jab. He was pumping her eagerly, taking her with nothing held back, push after thrust of the spear buried deep inside her, milking her orgasm.
Betty couldn't help how loud she was : she couldn't believe that he'd arrive her to cum with such deadening, measured drift. It must possess something to do with the spot : the way he was taking her with her hips elevated on his thighs made the head of his cock stroke the walls of her cunt, and shake up a dapple none had ever been able to extend to before. Yet he did… over and over, with each smooth stroke. But as soon as that shattering orgasm had come about, she'd felt the pace change, and now her vociferation were more changeless, almost blending into a unmarried, seamless wow. He'd just made her cum, but already he was bringing her back to the verge again, and so quickly.
Daniel's rose hip went as fast as he could urge on them and still form a full, powerful thrust, skin slapping against cutis, and little squelching phone issuing from the join between the pair. He was so close… just a few more… and Betty came around him for the endorse time, 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 hips kept pushing into her for a number Sir Thomas More thrusts, his idea hardly linked to the body it inhabited, its conscious thought lost among the stars. He slowly managed to move, 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 middle closed as she tried to get her tenderness rate to slow. She felt sated, yet she wasn't tired quite yet, though the satisfied look that radiated through her, not to mention the pleasant ache beginning to arise in the stain between her thighs, gave her an almost lethargic feel. She nuzzled into Daniel's breast, closing her middle as his distance, while still inside her, loosened, spent .