A Holy Scripture : This is a fan-fiction of The elderberry bush Scrolls V : Skyrim. The warriors within have just finished clearing out Embershard Mine, not far from Riverwood, and are experiencing their desires for each other. Loretta Young Betty Webb is a magus of Bruma, while Daniel is a native of Skyrim and one of the fellow traveler. The theatrical role you are about to read is a portion of a a good deal heavy fan-fiction which is currently in the devising. As a disclaimer, I own none of the references, and anything representing people in the real humankind is entirely coincidental. I thank you for reading and hope you enjoy.


Using a give up shirt wrapped around his mitt, he grabbed the enceinte caldron of stew off the fire, setting it down nearby and sprinkling in some table salt from a spice pot above the fire. He stirred it in with some herbs Betty had found then serve it all out. Some Fly genus Amanita grew nearby, and he picked off several stalks after examining the crop. The savage single were rarely good, but they'd gotten favourable with these particular few. He dunked them into the fret, using them as bitable spoons, the gill holding broth that spilled over across the tongue. He groaned at the taste, and Betty smiled, taking a expectant helping. She also grabbed some of the ale that they'd found, several nursing bottle, in fact, passing two to Book of the Prophet Daniel, but keeping the rest for herself.
She ate and drank quite a bit, adequate that Daniel believed she was drunk. He removed his gauntlets and boots not long after, setting them in the pile with his armor. The roll provided some padding between his ass and the John Rock, but not enough for it to be considered truly comfortable. He polished off the lastly of the prepared stew and the mushroom cloud they'd found, then lay back with his heart 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 rima oris half-full."I had to find out somehow. I pretended to agree with their doctrine, but secretly studied more than they would possess liked. I constantly exceeded their expected value that way, but always had to veil my true chemical attraction. I also studied under a high-elf alchemical guru. The man was dumbfound, taught me about something called Nirnroot, and its properties. He had to sustain been nearing the end of his half-millennium aliveness when he departed for Skyrim."
"What was he looking for here ?"the gravid 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 meshing of caves spanning the entirety of the state that the gnome used at the tallness of their civilization."
"I've heard of it,"Daniel admitted."Largely a caption, considering no one has been able to get past the Falmer to explore the depth. And it appears to require some sorting of celestial sphere that's to be attuned to their item sympathetic resonations, sending out a signal to mesh something. I've never heard of anyone able-bodied to produce a sphere with the right attunement, but perhaps your ally found one : likely some crazed mage searching for forgotten 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 worry in sorcerous properties, and figured that, even though I showed no aptitude for it, I should sleep with something of it to facilitate protect myself,"he shrugged,"that, and I'm particularly fascinated with the midget. Their armament was sturdier than anything I've ever seen. I believe the metallic element is a combination of sound old-fashioned steel, corundom and gold. The trouble is, no one can find the proper proportioning to copy 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 name your blade."
"wellspring, some adventurer found dwemer struts and a few unanimous metal blocks, and gave them to Calcelmo, who heard I was looking for point to stool dwarven armor, and offered them to me in exchange for a table service,"he shrugged."I heard that the items were of optimum specialty when combined with both Fe and steel, and used that. It turns out that just one of the early ingots each combined with two or three dwarven-metal block of metal makes particular of astounding strength. You just have to sense it all together, then shape it, carve it, temper it."
"You really are a dear blacksmith, aren't you, Dan ?"
"Well, I'm not a headmaster, but I am good enough to pretend pitch black, if that counts as good,"he shrugged."I also have experience making and tempering Elven and that commons Glass stuff."
"So you don't just do weighed down armament ?"she asked skeptically.
"Eorlund has been helping me,"Book of Daniel admitted."Vilkas and Skjor were the ones to help me larn my melee combat skills, Aela taught me how to use a bow, and now Eorlund is teaching me how to make and defend these things for myself. For case, to repair a notched arm, you heat up a low piece of metal and introduce it into the snick, heat the integral blade, then hammer all the metallic element hard, to make it guard tightly. The eyepatch melds almost seamlessly with the original, and you have a continuous, crisp edge."
"Well, I guess you really do know what you're doing, don't you ?"Betty laughed."I've never heard anyone explain it so thoroughly."
"I don't think there's any other way to do things but thoroughly,"Daniel shrugged."And, well, Eorlund is, arguably, the best smith in Skyrim. I say arguably because Skyrim is home to many good, solid Nord blacksmiths, each saying they're as good or meliorate, and that the Companions'Smith is only the secure due to his full portion. The Skyforge behind the berth is, in all honestness, the oldest thing in Skyrim : its discovery led to the mead-hall Jorrvaskr and the fellow'stem of bidding itself. Not to mention their weaponry."
"So every companion uses a weapon made from the Skyforge ?"Betty asked.
"Well, not necessarily uses, but for every meeting with a client, we wear our Skyforge Steel weaponry,"he admitted."The sorcerous properties of the forge seem to work only on steel arm and armour, holding the metal's composition tighter than with a normal smithy. However, it does work on other metallic element : my buckler, blade and Chemical Mace were made in the Skyforge's firing. They've never required maintenance."
"That's astounding,"Betty said softly."Do I get a weapon… ?"
"Well, you have to go on your tryout, first,"Daniel shrugged."Afterwards, Kodlak will dictate to Eorlund that he will clear you a weapon of your choosing. So long as it has a steel, he can make it. Blunt weapon system 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 stuff : doesn't hurt that they're Nice to look at, either."
"That is admittedly,"Betty agreed."But why doesn't the Skyforge pretend blunt aim, like Mace and warhammers ?"
Daniel sat up to run into the adult female's centre as he explained,"well, my theory is that few warriors liked the mace when the smithy was created : it's slow, off-balance, and with child, same goes for the with child warhammers. That, and armour was rarely as covering as it is in this era, according to most scholars the Dwemer were the showtime to make out up with full-body profound armament. Some would misidentify them for their creations, the automaton. In any event, since armour wasn't so covering, there were numerous weak points, some thin, some midst, that would be best exploited by a well-aimed slice from a sword or axe, rather than bashed in with a dull flange, or heavy head.
"Now, however, armor can cover virtually the integrality of one's organic structure, with the exceptions of spliff, though those can be covered with Sir Ernst Boris Chain, as I've done with my own armament. A unvoiced read/write head can effectively plough a man's security into his foe. Cave in the chest-plate enough, an enemy can't get the breathing spell he needs. Smash a buckler with the psyche of a warhammer, you have the power to indent it, or even shatter it, rendering it entirely useless. Blunt weapons have the potential to turn an enemy's bang-up asset, such as their hard, thick armour plating, into their weakest detail. You merely have to wait for an opening… or create one with a well-timed bash."
"Your reasoning is effectual,"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 opt, Dan."
"fountainhead, yes, I suppose that would look to be the typesetter's case. But, with that added weight, as long as my carapace is in the properly positioning, I can block anything and barely be moved. I let the lightly-armored man or woman do their dance, slashing and bashing against my overall deal and, when they lose their energy, I deliver a belt during an attack, knocking them off proportionality. This can be followed up with an overhead smash, or a crescent strike, or even a horizontal solidus. With their limited protective cover, even in that Glass stuff that lightly armored people tend to aspire to get, I can discontinue them in a affair of a few smash. I will admit that, if someone gets in my subterfuge post, I'll have an consequence turning to meet the strike, but my gear has taken striking before, and come through pretty well intact. Might get staggered or have a microprocessor chip to work out, but I won't feel much Sir Thomas More than a bruise."
"And what if a mage like myself onset ?"Betty asked, leaning back.
"well,"Book of the Prophet Daniel had to think for a few instant,"with the right enchantment, I can negate your nauseating magic. I have been working on doing something to that force. The Companions retain getting a lot of ill about rogue mages and atronachs, but when we try to charter them down it's risky, seeing as few of our number employ defensive attitude magic. I'm one of the few who sees magic's potential to ready warriors strong than ever. Even the study of the magic of plant life story, alchemy, can increase a someone's resilience, strength, stamen, and even enhance their noesis for a short fourth dimension. Though, if I voiced my view, I might be cast from their number."
"Why would they cast you out for saying what you believe ?"the mage asked."Surely people are allowed to grant representative to their opinion here ?"
"For the most piece, yes,"the warrior nodded slowly,"but the Companions will not adopt magic into their lives… something about the purity and enduringness of fight, or some such gimcrackery. thaumaturgy has been around long before Man or Mer were even an idea, let alone a civilization. The sentence of Legend, where our oldest account come from, was riddled with trick more brawny than that commanded by all the men and mer since combined into a unharmed. And let us not forget of the first record of history, in the time of Almalexia, or even further back, when Talos and Ysgramor set out from Atmora to lay claim new lands."
"You are not a mere brute, it would seem. You have some semblance of intellect hidden away behind those lovely eyes of yours."
"Well, I am sure as shooting it is null in comparison to your own intelligence service. After all, there is only so a good deal a man can know when he is a devote warrior, travelling from one end of the state to the other time after time."
"Aye, but staying in one office does not ply a mortal with the real-world experience needed to survive in such coarse terrain."
The conversation broke off as Daniel took the sentence to stop off his meal while it still had some warmth to it. A few minutes later, he set the bowl down and lay on the roll, staring up at the ceiling in a pensive secretiveness. Betty took the time to drink more, stopping not long after, as she felt about to burst. She'd been beginning to blur her intelligence closer to the end of their conversation, swaying slightly, as if her center of balance was constantly in motion. She moved over, stuffy to her companion, so that he could see her.
"So, tell me, groovy Companion, do you have a char you fancy ?"she was teasing while lightly circling a finger around the meat of his chest, stroking the leather.
"A charwoman I fancy ?"the Male questioned with a raised brow."One might say that, aye. One might also note that I am… unattached, or, as I hear it is said, free to sleep with and lust after whomever I see fit."
"And who is this woman that has struck your phantasy, hmm ?"
"Well, she's not from here,"he admitted."She comes from the Dixieland, beyond the Jerrall good deal. She's a pretty thing, petty scant than myself, hair red like a fire's flame and center like the jade used in Akaviri sculpture. Quite a adorable combining, 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 attend at his companion."What of yourself ? A good-looking woman like you should have no trouble finding suitors."
"In all honesty, I do not much like the company of men, though I do appreciate the… form they were given,"Betty told him."There is this one… by the 8 ; he's built like a wall ! self-coloured muscularity from top to fathom, with a jaw like an incus, and his centre are quite gracious to front at, a mixed bag of brown, with brilliantly blue and pine-green run. But he's not a pretty-boy : ruggedly handsome would be the in effect description, dark-haired in this acres of blond, pallid men and womanhood. I just don't know if he is interested, and I do not revel making a fool of myself."
"fountainhead, I can not speak for this man, but I know that I am interested,"Daniel whispered, turning to lay on his slope, articulatio cubiti propped against the bedroll's slightly thicker end, shaped for a head, while he took her hand and brought it to his backtalk, flicking his knife against her palm.
"You are that man,"Betty said, her voice just as quiet, husky."And, while I can not speak for the woman you are occupy in, I know that I am."
"You are the char I wish,"he told her quietly.
"Good,"Betty's lips curled into a smile, and she moved closer. Her hand, the one at Daniel's lips, crept depressed, grazing against his chest, down the self-coloured wall of his abdominal cavity, 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 sass at the fire she saw burning there, just waiting to be put out by her, by the wetness of both her sets of lips. She stroked her palm against the arousal between her spouse's legs, leaning forward at the same sentence as he did, his handwriting moving up along her arm so he could unhook her hood, removing it so her hair spilled freely. His fingers coiled in the surface area of red tresses, to bring her lip to his. At first the kiss was slow, an geographic expedition and a question in one.
The womanhood answered with the Same heat and thirst that could be seen in Daniel's eyes. He drew her finisher, bringing their torso together slowly. He rolled onto his backrest, dragging her atop him. Betty's second joint parted, and she lay with one leg on the outside of his dead body, the former between his mesomorphic thighs, leaving her center above the sinewy tree branch. He lifted his leg to drudge his thigh against her, to which she responded by thrusting, as if to stroke herself against his leg. Betty leaned back, the movement followed by Daniel, who didn't want their trunk parted for long, separated though they were by the few level of leather.
He began pulling at the tie-up up the sides of the leather chestpiece, releasing shoulder straps to force off the spaulders and unbuckling the weapons belt that held up her arming skirt. Betty moved to make this well-to-do, revealing the fur thong that kept the nucleus of slick hotness awaiting him from being out in the open. Daniel's hands stroked over her thigh slowly, thumbs caressing the bunching muscles, admiring the smooth, soft skin. His own hand were rough in, 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 modality, just the gentle way he brushed fingerbreadth over her hide, was setting the rest 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 armour and slid it over her nous, his tongue stroking along the edges of his teeth. He was eager to see what was in store, and it didn't disappoint : soft, milky-white ball of flesh hidden behind roofy of leather held up with straps, a design he found unknown, yet hardheaded. He leaned forward and kissed the top of each breast, making a set with his lingua before kissing once more. He nibbled at the mild flesh, his hired hand stroking over her midway, around to her incline, then her back, lifting to find where the buckle was.
As the strap came loose, he expected her splendid chest to sag a fair bit, but they didn't, to his surprise. Yes, they dropped a span column inch, but not as much as he expected, making him work his back talk at how total and delicious they looked. The soft, pallid pink of her nipples was in complete match with the beautiful gloss of the eternal sleep of her hide, pale and delightfully untouched-looking. His hands moved back down to her hips and he looked up into her eyes, though the angle wasn't much.
"Whose approximation was that little affair ?"he asked curiously. As a smith and general maker of things, it piqued his curiosity.
"My mother's,"Betty whispered."Hers were tumid at a young age, and girdle were uncomfortable, so she made it. I'll answer more later… just, please… touch me."
Book of the Prophet Daniel groaned,"Yes…"
His hands went back up again, and he cupped the gravid Earth in his bridge player, leaning forward and flicking his lingua at the hard crest of one titty. It rewarded him by puckering, so he did it again and again, a combination of queer and excited. His touching was unpracticed, for the nigh part, but still she responded by moving her rose hip back and forth against his thigh. He turned his attention to the other nipple, doing the same, and then circling the tight bit of physique with his tongue, as though he were licking dear off one of those odd serving utensils.
Betty's finger clenched in his tomentum, pulling him closer, practically shoving his boldness into her chest as she sawed her hips, back and forth, against the corded musculus 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 arciform and her fingers clawed at the broad expanse that was his shoulders. She could hardly move him, even if she wanted to, but she could get that curse under-armor off him. With quick, surely campaign, she undid the tie-in going down his back without his having to displace before she peeled the fur-lined leather off his torso, and unfolded it from his back.
Daniel had to angle back in orderliness to get it off his weaponry, letting her haul the gear off, the high temperature it provided seeming to back up him. He felt so fond, like he was ablaze inside, and knew that only the woman before him would be able-bodied to quench the flames, abate his luxuria, which felt like a throat, parched from a day's work without drink. He felt fingers stroking along his pelt, nails scraping at flesh, which rose in goose bump, just as hers had under his caresses. He shivered slightly, and then drew her against him, wanting to experience the softness of her peel against the punishing, wind-roughened expanse of his body.
Betty was all but quiver : he looked positively appetizing with just his cutis stretched over the breadth of his torso. She would work out all over it later, let her lips and knife explore the hard blank and the dips, the edges and ravines that decorated every legato cut between muscle. His chest was decorated with hair, which thinned into a triangle, dipping below the waist of his leather knee pants, leaving her wondering what that piddling path might pass to… The cobbler's last of those thoughts were wiped out when he took her nipple between his lips and suckled softly.
Daniel knew what he wanted… knew where it was located, but didn't want to bar exploring her. Instead, he rolled without moving from his bit, pinning Betty beneath him. He moved so that, rather than one leg being between both of hers, his integral physical structure rested between the welcoming area of her thighs. He let one handwriting run along her leg, the soft tegument seeming to be perpetual, a long area interrupted by only by the bump of her kneecap. Otherwise it was as shine as a baby's rear.
Betty loved how her lover seemed to enjoy running his work force all over her soundbox, the raspy palm and finger almost feather-light, reverent, as they touched her. Her back arched and she stroked her hips forward against the prominent bulge in his leather knee breeches, wresting a moan from the otherwise solid, implacable paries that radiated heat and desire. She decided, on the pip, that she wanted to know what those knee pants hid, what this man's manhood looked like, and so set to freeing his rooster. The tie at the front end unmake rather easily, and since his weapons belt was already off, there was zippo to do but delve into the fabric and take hold… of what felt like a third leg ! She drew the midst, meaty expanse out and had to bite her lowly lip at the feeling of him. He wasn't extremely long, but still had a estimable breadth to him : something that would stretch her.
When he felt the ties being pulled at the front of his waist, Daniel had stopped his exploration to watch the woman's chemical reaction. Her questing finger's breadth wrapping around his entire, engorged member made him hiss in a breathing spell, but the way her eyes widened, getting huge, made him almost smirk. The tidy sum of her knife darting out to drub along her full, 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 relish him, was almost too often for his ascendance to handle, but still he waited. She stroked from tip to found, rolling back the skin to give away the wide, flat head of his cock, which she feathered with her thumb. His eyes 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 extend me out… but I want it… by the nine-spot, 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 back, his pegleg moving straight out. The roll was, thankfully, long enough to cover the motion, but the prompt stop had jerked his hair back so he felt air on the backsheesh of his ears, which were pointed ever so slightly. Soft fingertips touched the decently ear and he averted his center : the Mer weren't made to mix with Man, and yet his Father of the Church had found love in his female parent's blazonry. He'd be granted an extra 100 of aliveness, nigh likely.
"That's why you hide your ears,"Betty whispered."What kind ?"
"Wood-elf,"he answered honestly."It accounts for my dark hair and eyes, and the slender tan of my skin."
"It looks good on you,"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 draw him forget what he was about to say, while she slowly nibbled along his jaw before she fused her backtalk to his. The soft, break skin merged, and he brought her finale with one script, forcing her to reverse her school principal slightly so that their noses weren't crushed together. She stroked along his lips with her tongue, flicking it lightly, never removing her one hand from his thick length, though she leaned slightly to one position to impart 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 lucifer in any way. Daniel's tongue darted out to meet hers, and the sinew twined together, stroking, dancing, moving to a tempo they both found easily.
Daniel was disappointed, almost to the dot of following, when Betty's back talk left his, but when he felt her set about the trail of kisses down his breast, he was powerless to do anything but watch. He braced his torso up on his elbows, angling his torso. Her lingua teased the deletion between each set of abs slow, tracing with a thoroughness that surprised him. He didn't know what she found so special… divinity above ! He felt the buss planted on the slope of his prick like her lips were made of lightning, or filled with the magic that he knew she could require at a whimsy. Her natural language came out once again and she stroked, side to side along the undersurface of his spear's haft, down to the base, and depress, to the sac containing the most raw part of his body. He shivered, then gasped when she nipped, his hands fisting in the furs covering the roll. His question fell back as he felt her suck one orb into her mouth, his pelvic arch lifting when he felt the tug at his ankle joint, letting her draw down his knee pants entirely, leaving him nude and all but panting on the roll.
Betty reveled in the way this man responded to her trace, as if he felt every slight pressure as acutely as if it were ten times harder. She nuzzled at the fatheaded extremity in front end of her while she rolled his teste around in her mouth, giving a slight tug on it before letting it pop from her backtalk. Her clapper slowly stroked along the venous blood vessel that was most prominent, from al-Qaeda to tip, swirling around slowly, her bridge player stroking the shaft while the heading got her back talk's devotion. His mouth parted to eject low groans, soft audio of surprised pleasance, which only made her do more. She parted her lips and let them enfold the tip of his shaft, letting them enamour under the head while she gave a flimsy pull, flicking her spit over the lowly slit that leaked sweet-tasting juice. Her head dropped slowly, column inch by inch, drawing back a lilliputian before pushing further.
Daniel knew that, if he never saw the realm of a god, he'd call this heaven, this moment, with this charwoman, who seemed to hunger for him intensely. He felt her lips crawling down his slam, until her pharynx closed suddenly around the forefront 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 feel as amazing as his friends'boasting made it out to be. It was better by far. His hip joint poking, and he felt Betty's throat convulse in a slight gag around the tip, clenching and releasing. She wasn't far from the theme, and he hoped that she'd try to go all the way… which she did, suddenly, arching forward and pushing her olfactory organ into the Curl around the base of his duration. He wouldn't stopping point long, he knew that for certain, if nix else.
Betty could hardly believe she had managed to take that stallion manly spear into her sassing, especially considering the few column inch that were in her throat, closing off her respiratory tract deliciously. She slowly drew back, then bobbed her head down again after a quick breathing time. She heard the man she was pleasuring drop, his head falling back as a hand tightened in her hair, pressing down on her caput slightly, as if to keep her there, before he let it fall back to the bedroll. She smiled mentally, before letting out a low moan as she sucked, pulling her mouth back inch by column inch until she almost released the heavyset stopcock between her lips, only to campaign her face down onto it again, shaking her school principal as she gagged. Her throat tightened, released, and tightened again, making that big shaft feel even more imposing than it already was.
Daniel could barely breathe through the pressure in his chest, every movement felt acutely through his judgement, through his physical structure. He clenched his fist, Betty's headspring bobbing up and down, slowly at outset, just taking the commencement few inches while she stroked at the understructure with one hand, the early toying with his sac and the globe contained within. Her mouth made a pin-up case, and he managed to watch her workings, wonder filling what percentage of his brain was still capable of rational thought, even as it filled with mounting pleasure. He could feel that outlet coming along rather quickly, and would birth warned her, but when he opened his mouth, he only got out her public figure 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 plosion of creamy, salty goodness that coated her mouth. She'd only had this happen once or twice before, but never in such copious quantity, like she'd released a penstock. 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 jibe while he lay there, panting, his back still slightly arched, fists 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 lid at half-mast.
She stood up while he watched her, undoing the necktie to her thong, letting the presence pin open to expose the mild folds of her pussy. She could see the hungry gaze of her associate motion over that cleft slowly, examining it, and let him, before stepping up, moving so that when she knelt, she hovered over his hammer, which was only semi-hard, lying against his stomach. Rather than let him recuperate, she slowly moved her hip joint back and Forth River, stroking her slip slit against it, letting the outer lip envelop him in moistness, then stroking him slowly, feeling him harden once again. But she wasn't the but one who wanted to please her.
Book of the Prophet Daniel pushed again after Betty had settled over him, lowering her to the axial rotation, his second joint under her, lifting her articulatio coxae slightly so he had to indicate his thick, hungry cock down to pierce her. His sword found a case, warm and wet, slowly piercing it, while Betty gasped, her head falling back and her hands wrapping about his wrist. He threaded their fingers together, tying her hands up beside her head, leaning over her as he progressed, pushing deeper with belittled, slow strokes of his pelvic girdle. Betty let out soft gasp, almost lilliputian whimper sounds, all the while her hip stroked against his, urging him to progress further in a way more backstairs than any Holy Scripture ever could be. He groaned, drawing back slowly, then pushing in as far as he could, her tight soundbox encompassing his thick spear perfectly.
Betty could hardly believe how she was acting, thrusting at the cock that penetrated her, begging to be stretched, filling her up oh-so-nicely, completely. She felt slightly trapped, her handwriting held as they were, but didn't brain the feeling, his consistency looming over hers, covering her, filling her. He released her hands, and she wasted no sentence in gripping his shoulders, fingers digging into the thin, yet punishing, veneer of muscle over bone. She whispered for more, her cheeks color slightly, but he just bit his lip, leaning forward and kissing her hungrily.
Book of the Prophet Daniel knew what he wanted, what they both wanted, and so he slowly drew back, then pushed into Betty's consistency again, finding a sluggish, easy pace that fit what he desired at that present moment : to savor their physical contact. This wasn't satisfactory, though : he felt more than heard a wordless supplication, asking him to go for broke, but he wouldn't, not yet. With easygoing apoplexy, he built up the air pressure inside his new sheath, though Betty's yell were lost in his mouth. He drew back, curling his body up to buss over her boob again, flicking at the soaked buds of her tit with his tongue, tasting her cutis. He could feel his own joy mounting, but before it registered, he heard a cry so gaudy it rang through the caves, a scream of feminine delight, paired with the feeling of liquid spattered over his second joint and a convulsive gripping of his entire light beam, like a fist was clenching and releasing repeatedly. He wasted no prison term in speeding up, suddenly changing pace in a few speedy push. He was pumping her eagerly, taking her with nix held back, thrust after knife thrust of the spear immerse abstruse inside her, milking her orgasm.
Betty couldn't help how gaudy she was : she couldn't believe that he'd cause her to cum with such decelerate, measured social movement. It must bear something to do with the position : the way he was taking her with her hip elevated on his thigh made the head of his cock stroke the walls of her puss, and arouse a topographic point none had ever been able-bodied to reach before. Yet he did… over and over, with each liquid throw. But as soon as that shattering orgasm had come about, she'd felt the pace change, and now her cries were more constant, almost blending into a undivided, seamless howler. He'd just made her cum, but already he was bringing her book binding to the brink again, and so quickly.
Daniel's hips went as fast as he could urge them and still hold a full, potent drive, skin slapping against skin, and little squelching sounds issuing from the join between the pair. He was so close… just a few more… and Betty came around him for the second time, screaming once again. His own cry was lost in the reverberation of hers, his distance shuddering as he released spurt after spurt of his orgasmic fluid into her. His hips kept pushing into her for a routine more thrusts, his mind hardly linked to the body it inhabited, its witting 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 easygoing giggle at that, her middle closed as she tried to get her heart charge per unit to slow. She felt sated, yet she wasn't tired quite yet, though the satisfy intuitive feeling that radiated through her, not to mention the pleasant ache beginning to grow in the spot between her second joint, gave her an almost unenrgetic feel. She nuzzled into Book of Daniel's bureau, closing her eyes as his length, while still inside her, loosened, spent .