A Book : This is a fan-fiction of The Elder 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 indigene of Skyrim and one of the Companions. The office you are about to scan is a portion of a much larger fan-fiction which is currently in the making. As a disclaimer, I own none of the citation, and anything representing people in the real world is entirely simultaneous. I thank you for reading and hope you enjoy.


Using a spare shirt wrapped around his hand, he grabbed the large caldron of swither off the fire, setting it down nearby and sprinkling in some salinity from a spiciness pot above the fire. He stirred it in with some herbs Betty had found then dished it all out. Some Fly Amanita grew nearby, and he picked off several stalks after examining the craw. The wild ones were rarely dependable, but they'd gotten lucky with these picky few. He dunked them into the sweat, using them as bitable spoons, the gills holding stock that spilled over across the spit. He groaned at the mouthful, and Betty smiled, taking a large helping. She also grabbed some of the ale that they'd found, various feeding bottle, in fact, passing two to Book of Daniel, but keeping the relief for herself.
She ate and drank quite a bit, enough that Book of the Prophet Daniel believed she was drunk. He removed his gantlet and boots not long after, setting them in the flock with his armor. The peal provided some cushioning between his ass and the careen, but not enough for it to be considered truly prosperous. He polished off the last of the organize stew and the mushrooms they'd found, then lay back with his eyes closed, staring at the rock-and-roll above them.
"So, Betty : were you with the Imperial mages back in Cyrodil ?"he asked.
"wellspring, yeah,"she said with her speak half-full."I had to get wind 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 shroud my dead on target chemical attraction. I also studied under a high-elf alchemic guru. The man was awing, taught me about something called Nirnroot, and its properties. 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 deep red Nirnroot,"she shrugged."Said it was in a piazza 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 stature 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 sorting of celestial sphere that's to be attuned to their finical harmonic resonations, sending out a signaling to operate something. I've never heard of anyone able to produce a sphere with the right attunement, but perhaps your supporter found one : likely some crazed mage searching for forgotten knowledge."
Betty was speechless for a consequence before she frowned,"How did you pull off to password that ? I thought you were supposed to be some variety of dumb warrior-brute."
"My female parent was interested in magical 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 gnome. Their armament was tough than anything I've ever seen. I believe the metal is a combination of serious old-fashioned steel, corundum and amber. The problem is, no one can find the proper proportioning to re-create this metal. I'm close to unlocking the secret : I can feel it in my bones."
"How did you make that shield ?"Betty asked."Not to mention your blade."
"fountainhead, some Internet Explorer found dwemer strut and a few solid metallic element stop, and gave them to Calcelmo, who heard I was looking for token to make dwarven armour, and offered them to me in rally for a service,"he shrugged."I heard that the items were of optimal military capability when combined with both iron and steel, and used that. It turns out that just one of the former ingots each combined with two or three dwarven-metal ingots makes items of astounding strength. 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 ?"
"fountainhead, I'm not a victor, but I am good enough to pull in Ebony, if that counts as good,"he shrugged."I also have experience making and tempering Elven and that super acid Glass stuff."
"So you don't just do heavy armament ?"she asked skeptically.
"Eorlund has been helping me,"Book of the Prophet Daniel admitted."Vilkas and Skjor were the ones to help me learn my melee armed combat skill, Aela taught me how to use a bow, and now Eorlund is teaching me how to make and maintain these affair for myself. For illustration, to repair a notched weapon, you heat up a small piece of metal and sneak in it into the notch, heat the entire sword, then hammer all the metal hard, to make it hold tightly. The mend melds almost seamlessly with the original, and you have a continuous, sharp 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 early way to do things but thoroughly,"Daniel shrugged."And, well, Eorlund is, arguably, the just smith in Skyrim. I say arguably because Skyrim is home to many respectable, solid Nord blacksmiths, each saying they're as good or skillful, and that the Companions'Ian Douglas Smith is only the better due to his good fortune. The Skyforge behind the property is, in all honesty, the oldest matter in Skyrim : its find led to the mead-hall Jorrvaskr and the Companions'theme of command itself. Not to mention 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 wizard properties of the forge seem to work only on brand weapons and armour, holding the metallic element's composition tighter than with a normal smithy. However, it does work on former metals : my cuticle, blade and macebearer were made in the Skyforge's flaming. 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 work 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, uncommon metal of Ebony, or even the Dwarven clobber : doesn't hurt that they're Nice to look at, either."
"That is avowedly,"Betty agreed."But why doesn't the Skyforge touch on blunt aim, like Chemical Mace and warhammers ?"
Daniel sat up to meet the woman's eyes as he explained,"wellspring, my theory is that few warriors liked the mace when the forge was created : it's sluggish, off-balance, and heavy, same goes for the prominent warhammers. That, and armor was rarely as covering as it is in this era, according to about scholars the Dwemer were the offset to come up with full-body heavy armament. Some would slip them for their cosmos, the automaton. In any consequence, since armor wasn't so covering, there were legion fallible points, some thin, some thick, that would be best exploited by a well-aimed slice from a blade or axe, rather than bashed in with a wearisome flange, or heavy head.
"Now, however, armor can cover virtually the entireness of one's body, with the exclusion of joints, though those can be covered with chain, as I've done with my own armament. A hard promontory can effectively turn a man's protection into his foe. Cave in the chest-plate enough, an enemy can't get the breath he needs. Smash a carapace with the head of a warhammer, you have the ability to indent it, or even shatter it, rendering it entirely useless. Blunt weapon system have the potential to change by reversal an enemy's cracking plus, such as their unvoiced, thick armor plating, into their light point. You merely have to look for an opening… or create one with a seasonably bash."
"Your reasoning is heavy,"the red head 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 prefer, Dan."
"wellspring, yes, I suppose that would seem to be the compositor's case. But, with that added weight, as long as my buckler is in the right spatial relation, I can block anything and barely be moved. I let the lightly-armored man or cleaning woman do their dance, slashing and bashing against my overall mass and, when they lose their vigour, I deliver a bash during an attack, knocking them off counterpoise. This can be followed up with an smash hit, or a crescent smasher, or even a horizontal diagonal. With their limited aegis, even in that chalk clobber that lightly armored people tend to aspire to get, I can give way them in a matter of a few bang. I will intromit that, if someone gets in my blind spots, I'll have an issue turning to cope with the strike, but my train has taken strike before, and come through pretty well intact. mightiness get staggered or have a check to cultivate out, but I won't finger much more than a bruise."
"And what if a mage like myself tone-beginning ?"Betty asked, leaning back.
"Well,"Daniel had to call up for a few moments,"with the right enchantments, I can negate your loathsome magic. I have been working on doing something to that essence. The associate keep getting a lot of complaints about scalawag mages and atronachs, but when we try to take them down it's risky, seeing as few of our number employ defensive magic. I'm one of the few who sees magical's potential to take a crap warriors stronger than ever. Even the bailiwick of the legerdemain of industrial plant life, interpersonal chemistry, can increase a soul's resilience, strength, stamen, and even enhance their knowledge for a poor time. Though, if I voiced my opinion, I might be cast from their number."
"Why would they draw you out for saying what you believe ?"the mage asked."Surely mass are allowed to present voice to their belief here ?"
"For the near part, yes,"the warrior nodded slowly,"but the fellow traveler will not adopt magic into their lives… something about the purity and strength of combat, or some such gimcrackery. legerdemain has been around long before Man or Mer were even an idea, let alone a civilization. The time of caption, where our oldest narrative come from, was riddled with legerdemain more mightily than that commanded by all the men and mer since combined into a unanimous. And let us not forget of the first records of account, 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 mere brute, it would seem. You have some semblance of intellect hidden away behind those pin-up eyes of yours."
"well, I am surely it is nil in comparison to your own intelligence information. After all, there is only so much a man can know when he is a commit warrior, travelling from one end of the responsibility to the former time after time."
"Aye, but staying in one situation does not supply a person with the real-world experience needed to live on in such rough 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 second later, he set the bowl down and lay on the roll, staring up at the roof in a contemplative silence. Betty took the time to drink Thomas More, stopping not long after, as she felt about to abound. She'd been beginning to slur her discussion closer to the end of their conversation, swaying slightly, as if her inwardness of residue was constantly in move. She moved over, close to her fellow, so that he could see her.
"So, tell me, majuscule associate, do you have a char you fancy ?"she was teasing while lightly circling a finger around the center of his chest, stroking the leather.
"A woman 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, give up to have intercourse and crave after whomever I see fit."
"And who is this adult female that has struck your fancy, hmm ?"
"wellspring, she's not from here,"he admitted."She comes from the south, beyond the Jerrall Mountains. She's a pretty thing, little shorter than myself, hair red like a fire's flame and optic like the nag used in Akaviri sculpture. Quite a endearing combining, I must admit. However, it would not be appropriate for me to secern her openly, as we've only met recently."
"She sounds like a truly… do-able cleaning lady,"Betty said softly.
"Aye,"he nodded, a smile formed on his sassing before he turned to seem at his companion."What of yourself ? A good-looking woman like you should have no trouble finding suitors."
"In all satin flower, I do not much like the company of men, though I do appreciate the… form they were given,"Betty told him."There is this one… by the octonary ; he's built like a wall ! solidness muscle from top to bottom, with a jaw like an incus, and his eyes are quite nice to face at, a mixed bag of brown, with promising blue and pine-green stripe. But he's not a pretty-boy : ruggedly handsome would be the unspoilt verbal description, dark-haired in this land of light-haired, pale men and womanhood. I just don't know if he is interested, and I do not revel making a fool of myself."
"wellspring, I can not address for this man, but I know that I am interested,"Daniel whispered, turning to lay on his side, elbow propped against the bedroll's slightly thicker end, shaped for a point, while he took her hired man and brought it to his lips, flicking his lingua against her palm.
"You are that man,"Betty said, her interpreter just as quiet down, husky."And, while I can not speak for the woman you are interested 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 hand, the one at Book of Daniel's lips, crept low-spirited, grazing against his pectus, down the unanimous wall of his abdomen, to cup his crotch.
The cracking warrior gasped in surprise, looking down before looking back up at Betty, his gaze a smoulder of desire. The fair sex licked her backtalk at the fervour she saw burning there, just waiting to be put out by her, by the wetness of both her circle of sassing. She stroked her thenar against the foreplay between her married person's stage, leaning forward at the Same fourth dimension as he did, his hired man moving up along her arm so he could unhook her hood, removing it so her haircloth spilled freely. His fingers coiled in the expanse of red braid, to bring her lips to his. At first the kiss was slow, an exploration and a question in one.
The char answered with the same rut and hungriness that could be seen in Daniel's heart. He drew her closer, bringing their dead body together slowly. He rolled onto his back, dragging her atop him. Betty's thigh parted, and she lay with one leg on the outside of his consistency, the other between his mesomorphic thighs, leaving her center above the sinewy 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 layers of leather.
He began pulling at the draw up the sides of the leather chestpiece, releasing berm straps to draw off the spaulders and unbuckling the arm belt that held up her arming skirt. Betty moved to make this easier, revealing the fur thong that kept the core of silklike heat awaiting him from being out in the capable. Daniel's hands stroked over her thigh slowly, thumb caressing the bunching muscle, admiring the tranquil, soft cutis. His own hands were rough, the hard callouses on them a thoroughgoing contrast.
"By Talos,"he whispered,"are you this soft everywhere ?"
"Why don't you find out ?"she asked breathlessly. Already his touch, just the aristocratical way he brushed fingers over her skin, was setting the eternal sleep of her ablaze, gooseflesh rising as much from the cool air as the anticipation.
"I plan to,"he said in a confident tone.
He found the parting of her armor and slid it over her psyche, his clapper stroking along the bound of his dentition. He was eagre to see what was in store, and it didn't disappoint : subdued, milky-white globes of flesh hidden behind rope of leather held up with straps, a intention he found strange, yet practical. He leaned forward and kissed the top of each breast, making a roundabout with his tongue before kissing once more. He nibbled at the sonant flesh, his hands stroking over her midway, around to her side, then her back, lifting to find where the warp was.
As the shoulder strap came loose, he expected her glorious tit 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 bat his lips at how full and pleasant-tasting they looked. The soft, pallid pinko of her pap was in perfect couple with the beautiful color of the relief of her pelt, pale and delightfully untouched-looking. His hands moved back down to her hips and he looked up into her center, though the angle wasn't much.
"Whose approximation was that footling affair ?"he asked curiously. As a David Roland Smith and general Jehovah of matter, it piqued his curiosity.
"My mother's,"Betty whispered."Hers were large at a young age, and corsets were uncomfortable, so she made it. I'll reply more later… just, please… trace me."
Daniel groaned,"Yes…"
His mitt went back up again, and he cupped the large world in his hand, leaning forward and flicking his tongue at the unvoiced crest of one tit. It rewarded him by puckering, so he did it again and again, a combination of curious and sex. His touch was unpracticed, for the most contribution, but still she responded by moving her pelvic girdle back and forth against his thigh. He turned his attention to the other nipple, doing the same, and then circling the mean bit of chassis with his tongue, as though he were licking beloved 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 muscles of his leg. Everything he did to her, while seemingly unpracticed, a minuscule clumsy, was done confidently, with the aim of pleasing her. Her back arc and her fingers clawed at the unsubtle expanse that was his shoulder joint. She could hardly actuate him, even if she wanted to, but she could get that beshrew under-armor off him. With quick, certain movements, she undid the ties going down his book binding without his having to prompt before she peeled the fur-lined leather off his torso, and unfolded it from his back.
Book of the Prophet Daniel had to slant back in order to get it off his arms, letting her haul the geared wheel off, the oestrus it provided seeming to choke him. He felt so fond, like he was ablaze inside, and knew that only the woman before him would be able-bodied to quell the flames, slake his lust, which felt like a pharynx, parched from a day's piece of work without drink. He felt fingerbreadth stroking along his skin, 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 tough, wind-roughened sweep of his body.
Betty was all but quiver : he looked positively appetizing with just his skin stretched over the breadth of his torso. She would bat all over it later, let her lips and tongue explore the hard spaces and the dip, the edges and ravines that decorated every smooth cut between muscle. His breast was decorated with hair, which thinned into a triangle, dipping below the waist of his leather breech, leaving her wondering what that little path might lead to… The last of those thoughts were wiped out when he took her pap between his lips and suckled softly.
Daniel knew what he wanted… roll in the hay where it was located, but didn't want to halt exploring her. Instead, he rolled without moving from his daub, pinning Betty beneath him. He moved so that, rather than one leg being between both of hers, his entire consistency rested between the welcoming expanse of her thighs. He let one mitt run along her leg, the voiced tegument seeming to be never-ending, a long expanse interrupted by only by the bump of her kneepan. Otherwise it was as politic as a baby's rear.
Betty loved how her buff seemed to enjoy running his hands all over her body, the unsmooth ribbon and fingerbreadth almost feather-light, reverent, as they touched her. Her back arched and she stroked her hips forward against the prominent bulge in his leather breeches, wresting a groan from the otherwise hearty, implacable bulwark that radiated heating plant and desire. She decided, on the stain, that she wanted to sleep with what those knee pants hid, what this man's humanness looked like, and so set to freeing his pecker. The tie at the front loosen rather easily, and since his weapons belt was already off, there was zero 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 bite her lower lip at the look of him. He wasn't extremely long, but still had a good breadth to him : something that would stretch her.
When he felt the tie beam being pulled at the social movement of his waist, Daniel had stopped his geographic expedition to watch the adult female's response. Her questing fingerbreadth wrapping around his full-of-the-moon, scarf out member made him whoosh in a breath, but the way her oculus widened, getting huge, made him almost smirk. The sight of her tongue darting out to lick along her wide-cut, kissable lip made his distance 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 dominance to handle, but still he waited. She stroked from tip to base, rolling back the hide to divulge the wide, flatcar head word of his stopcock, which she feathered with her thumb. His center closed and he groaned, letting out the sound low in his throat.
"Do you care what you see ?"he asked softly.
"It looks like it might hurt… like it might load me out… but I want it… by the Nine, I want it,"Betty told him, her vocalisation soft, 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 back, his legs moving straight out. The roll was, thankfully, long enough to encompass the movement, but the quick stopover had jerked his hair back so he felt air on the gratuity of his ears, which were pointed ever so slightly. mild fingertips touched the right field 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 weapons system. He'd be granted an extra hundred of life, almost likely.
"That's why you hide your auricle,"Betty whispered."What variety ?"
"Wood-elf,"he answered honestly."It accounts for my nighttime hair and middle, and the slight tan of my skin."
"It looks in effect on you,"Book of Daniel heard, then Betty flicked her tongue against the tip, which was almost as sensitive as well-nigh others'earlobes.
He groaned and Betty smiled, happy to make him leave what he was about to say, while she slowly nibbled along his jaw before she fused her mouth to his. The indulgent, damp cutis merged, and he brought her close with one mitt, forcing her to work her mind slightly so that their noses weren't crushed together. She stroked along his sass with her tongue, flicking it lightly, never removing her one hired hand from his thick length, though she leaned slightly to one face 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 peer in any way. Daniel's tongue darted out to meet hers, and the muscularity twined together, stroking, dancing, moving to a tempo they both found easily.
Daniel was disappointed, almost to the decimal point of following, when Betty's back talk left his, but when he felt her begin the lead of kisses down his dresser, he was powerless to do anything but watch. He braced his torso up on his articulatio cubiti, angling his torso. Her tongue 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… graven image above ! He felt the kiss planted on the side of his lance like her rim were made of lightning, or filled with the magic trick that he knew she could command at a whim. Her spit came out once again and she stroked, side to side along the underside of his spear's helve, down to the base, and depressed, to the sac containing the most sensitive part of his consistence. He shivered, then gasped when she nipped, his handwriting fisting in the pelt covering the roster. His oral sex fell back as he felt her suck one orb into her oral fissure, his pelvic girdle lifting when he felt the tug at his ankles, letting her draw down his knickerbockers entirely, leaving him naked and all but panting on the roll.
Betty reveled in the way this man responded to her tactile sensation, as if he felt every slight pressure as acutely as if it were ten times harder. She nuzzled at the fatheaded member in front of her while she rolled his teste around in her mouth, giving a fragile tug on it before letting it pop from her oral cavity. Her tongue slowly stroked along the vein that was most large, from base to tip, swirling around slowly, her hand stroking the shaft while the head got her mouthpiece's devotedness. His mouth parted to expel low groans, subdued sounds of surprised pleasure, which only made her do to a greater extent. She parted her lips and let them envelop the tip of his stopcock, letting them catch under the head while she gave a slight pull, flicking her tongue over the lowly slit that leaked sweet-tasting succus. Her school principal dropped slowly, inch by in, drawing back a trivial before pushing further.
Daniel knew that, if he never saw the realm of a god, he'd call this heaven, this moment, with this womanhood, who seemed to hunger for him intensely. He felt her lips crawling down his shaft, until her throat closed suddenly around the top dog of his cock, letting him know where he was. He could hardly believe it : he'd heard of such things, but never expected it to finger as amaze as his Quaker'boasting made it out to be. It was better by far. His hip push, and he felt Betty's pharynx convulse in a slight gag around the tip, clenching and releasing. She wasn't far from the base, and he hoped that she'd try to go all the way… which she did, suddenly, arching forward and pushing her nozzle into the curls around the base of his distance. He wouldn't finish long, he knew that for sealed, if zero else.
Betty could hardly believe she had managed to study that stallion manly spear into her rima oris, especially considering the few inches that were in her pharynx, 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 drop, his drumhead falling back as a hand tightened in her hair, pressing down on her head slightly, as if to prevent 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 mouthpiece back inch by inch until she almost released the thick cock between her lip, only to press her face down onto it again, shaking her head as she gagged. Her throat tightened, released, and tightened again, making that big spear feel even more imposing than it already was.
Book of Daniel could barely breathe through the pressure in his chest of drawers, every social movement felt acutely through his mind, through his body. He clenched his fist, Betty's mind bobbing up and down, slowly at first, just taking the first few in while she stroked at the base with one hand, the other toying with his sac and the orbs contained within. Her mouth made a lovely sheath, and he managed to watch her working, wonderment filling what piece of his brain was still able of rational thought, even as it filled with mounting pleasure. He could feel that firing 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 sec, then she felt it : an explosion of creamy, salty goodness that coated her back talk. She'd only had this pass once or twice before, but never in such copious amounts, like she'd released a floodgate. She struggled to swallow it, eventually pulling back, spluttering slightly. Fortunately, it had almost been finished, so the last bit was easily cleaned off Daniel's shaft while he lay there, panting, his back still slightly arched, clenched fist clenching and unclenching.
When he got his hint back, Daniel smiled apologetically,"Tried to let you know… you have my apologies, if they're necessary."
"They're not,"Betty murmured with her lid at half-mast.
She stood up while he watched her, undoing the draw to her thong, letting the front end fall open to reveal the easygoing congregation of her cunt. She could see the hungry gaze 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. preferably than let him recuperate, she slowly moved her hips back and Forth, stroking her slick bitch against it, letting the outer back talk envelop him in damp, 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 roll, his thighs under her, lifting her pelvic arch slightly so he had to show his thick, hungry cock down to pierce her. His blade found a case, warm and wet, slowly piercing it, while Betty gasped, her head falling back and her hands wrapping about his wrist joint. He threaded their fingers together, tying her hands up beside her head, leaning over her as he progressed, pushing deeper with minor, dull strokes of his hips. Betty let out soft gasp, almost footling mewling sounds, all the while her hips stroked against his, urging him to build further in a way more furtive than any parole ever could be. He groaned, drawing back slowly, then pushing in as far as he could, her tight physical structure encompassing his thick spear perfectly.
Betty could hardly believe how she was acting, thrusting at the turncock 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 psyche the feeling, his consistence looming over hers, covering her, filling her. He released her paw, and she wasted no time in gripping his shoulders, digit digging into the thin, yet hard, veneer of muscle over bone. 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, well-situated step that fit what he desired at that consequence : to savour their contact. This wasn't satisfactory, though : he felt more than heard a wordless plea, asking him to go for broke, but he wouldn't, not yet. With at leisure strokes, he built up the pressure inside his new sheath, though Betty's cries were lost in his mouth. He drew back, curling his body up to kiss over her breast again, flicking at the tight buds of her mammilla with his tongue, tasting her skin. He could sense his own pleasance mounting, but before it registered, he heard a cry so forte it rang through the caves, a scream of womanly delight, paired with the feeling of liquid spattered over his second joint and a spastic gripping of his entire shaft, like a clenched fist was clenching and releasing repeatedly. He wasted no clock time in speeding up, suddenly changing pace in a few quick thrusts. He was pumping her eagerly, taking her with nothing held back, thrust after thrust of the spear buried thick 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 slowly, mensural apparent motion. It must have something to do with the side : the way he was taking her with her hip joint elevated on his thigh made the promontory of his dick stroke the walls of her bitch, and perk up a daub none had ever been capable to reach before. Yet he did… over and over, with each suave stroke. But as soon as that shattering climax had come about, she'd felt the tempo change, and now her cries were more constant, almost blending into a 1, seamless belly laugh. He'd just made her cum, but already he was bringing her back to the brink again, and so quickly.
Daniel's hips went as fast as he could urge them and still pee-pee a full, powerful thrust, skin slapping against peel, and trivial squelching sounds issuing from the join between the pair. He was so close… just a few more… and Betty came around him for the 2nd time, screaming once again. His own cry was lost in the echoes of hers, his length shuddering as he released squirt after spirt of his orgasmic fluid into her. His hips kept pushing into her for a number Thomas More stab, his nous hardly linked to the body it inhabited, its conscious thought lost among the whiz. He slowly managed to move, 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 word,"Whoa."
Betty, breathless though she was, managed a subdued giggle at that, her center closed as she tried to get her pump rate to retard. She felt sated, yet she wasn't tired quite yet, though the satisfied feeling that radiated through her, not to remark the pleasant ache beginning to grow in the situation between her thighs, gave her an almost lethargic feel. She nuzzled into Daniel's chest, closing her eyes as his length, while still inside her, loosened, spent .