A Holy Scripture : This is a fan-fiction of The Elder gyre 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 native of Skyrim and one of the Companions. The share you are about to read is a portion of a much larger fan-fiction which is currently in the devising. As a disclaimer, I own none of the quotation, and anything representing citizenry in the real number globe is entirely simultaneous. I thank you for reading and hope you enjoy.


Using a spare shirt wrapped around his hand, he grabbed the great caldron of stew off the flak, setting it down nearby and sprinkling in some table salt from a spice pot above the flame. He stirred it in with some herb Betty had found then serve up it all out. Some Fly Amanita grew nearby, and he picked off various husk after examining the crop. The unfounded unity were rarely estimable, but they'd gotten lucky with these exceptional few. He dunked them into the lather, using them as bitable spoons, the gills holding broth that spilled over across the glossa. He groaned at the taste, and Betty smiled, taking a large helping. She also grabbed some of the ale that they'd found, several bottleful, in fact, passing two to Daniel, but keeping the relaxation for herself.
She ate and drank quite a bit, enough that Daniel believed she was drunk. He removed his metal glove and boots not long after, setting them in the pile with his armor. The roll provided some padding between his ass and the sway, but not enough for it to be considered truly comfortable. He polished off the in conclusion of the prepared stew and the mushroom they'd found, then lay back with his eyes closed, staring at the sway above them.
"So, Betty : were you with the Imperial mages back in Cyrodil ?"he asked.
"fountainhead, yeah,"she said with her verbalize half-full."I had to learn somehow. I pretended to agree with their philosophy, but secretly studied more than they would accept liked. I constantly exceeded their expectations that way, but always had to shroud my on-key affinities. 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 hold been nearing the end of his half-millennium life when he departed for Skyrim."
"What was he looking for here ?"the prominent warrior asked curiously.
"Something he called the Crimson Nirnroot,"she shrugged."Said it was in a home called Blackreach. It's supposed to be some ultra-secret mesh of caves spanning the entireness of the responsibility that the dwarves used at the height of their civilization."
"I've heard of it,"Book of Daniel admitted."Largely a caption, considering no one has been able to get past the Falmer to search the depth. And it appears to require some form of sphere that's to be attuned to their particular harmonic resonations, sending out a signal to engage something. I've never heard of anyone able to make a sphere of influence with the proper attunement, but perhaps your Quaker found one : probable some deranged mage searching for forgotten knowledge."
Betty was speechless for a moment before she frowned,"How did you make do to word that ? I thought you were supposed to be some form of dumb warrior-brute."
"My female parent was concern in magical properties, and figured that, even though I showed no aptitude for it, I should experience something of it to help protect myself,"he shrugged,"that, and I'm particularly fascinated with the Dwarves. Their armament was sturdier than anything I've ever seen. I believe the metal is a combination of good old-fashioned brand, corundum and atomic number 79. The problem is, no one can find the proper proportioning to re-create this metal. I'm close to unlocking the secret : I can sense it in my bones."
"How did you make that shell ?"Betty asked."Not to mention your blade."
"wellspring, some explorer found dwemer struts and a few solid metal blocks, and gave them to Calcelmo, who heard I was looking for point to cook dwarven armour, and offered them to me in exchange for a serve,"he shrugged."I heard that the detail were of optimal long suit when combined with both iron and steel, and used that. It turns out that just one of the early ingots each combined with two or three dwarven-metal ingots makes items of astounding strength. You just have to smelt it all together, then configuration it, cut up it, temper it."
"You really are a good blacksmith, aren't you, Dan ?"
"wellspring, I'm not a master, but I am respectable enough to clear Ebony, if that counts as good,"he shrugged."I also have experience making and tempering Elven and that fleeceable glassful stuff."
"So you don't just do punishing arming ?"she asked skeptically.
"Eorlund has been helping me,"Daniel admitted."Vilkas and Skjor were the ones to help me larn my melee fighting skills, Aela taught me how to use a bow, and now Eorlund is teaching me how to take in and assert these matter for myself. For instance, to indemnify a notched weapon, you heat up a small-scale piece of metal and insert it into the notch, heat the entire vane, then hammer all the metal hard, to make it hold back tightly. The patch melds almost seamlessly with the pilot, and you have a continuous, sharply 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 matter but thoroughly,"Daniel shrugged."And, well, Eorlund is, arguably, the best smith in Skyrim. I say arguably because Skyrim is home to many full, substantial Nord blacksmiths, each saying they're as good or better, and that the companion'smith is only the best due to his upright fortune. The Skyforge behind the office is, in all honesty, the oldest thing in Skyrim : its discovery led to the mead-hall Jorrvaskr and the Companions'base of control itself. Not to mention their weaponry."
"So every fellow traveler uses a weapon made from the Skyforge ?"Betty asked.
"Well, not necessarily uses, but for every merging with a guest, we wear our Skyforge sword weaponry,"he admitted."The wizardly properties of the forge seem to work only on steel artillery and armour, holding the metallic element's composition wet than with a pattern forge. However, it does make on other metallic element : 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… ?"
"well, you have to go on your Trial, first,"Book of the Prophet Daniel shrugged."Afterwards, Kodlak will order to Eorlund that he will make you a weapon of your choosing. So long as it has a brand, 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, rarefied metal of Diospyros ebenum, or even the Dwarven stuff : doesn't hurt that they're nice to look at, either."
"That is true,"Betty agreed."But why doesn't the Skyforge affect blunt objects, like maces and warhammers ?"
Daniel sat up to gather the womanhood's center as he explained,"Well, my theory is that few warriors liked the mace when the smithy was created : it's retard, off-balance, and heavy, same goes for the bigger warhammers. That, and armor was rarely as covering as it is in this era, according to to the highest degree scholars the Dwemer were the first off to issue forth up with full-body heavy equipping. Some would slip them for their creation, the automatons. In any event, since armour wasn't so report, there were legion weak points, some thin, some thick, that would be best exploited by a well-aimed slice from a leaf blade or axe, rather than bashed in with a dull flange, or heavily head.
"Now, however, armor can cover virtually the entirety of one's consistence, with the exceptions of join, though those can be covered with chain, as I've done with my own equipping. A hard forefront can effectively rick a man's protection into his enemy. Cave in the chest-plate enough, an enemy can't get the hint he needs. Smash a shield with the pass of a warhammer, you have the ability to indent it, or even shatter it, rendering it entirely useless. Blunt weapon have the potential difference to call on an enemy's greatest plus, such as their knockout, heavyset armor plating, into their weakest point. You merely have to waitress for an opening… or make one with a seasonably bash."
"Your abstract thought is profound,"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 appear to be the case. But, with that added weight, as long as my shield is in the right spatial relation, I can immobilise anything and barely be moved. I let the lightly-armored man or charwoman do their dance, slashing and bashing against my boilers suit quite a little and, when they lose their energy, I deliver a knock during an fire, knocking them off balance. This can be followed up with an overhead smash, or a crescent strike, or even a horizontal stroke. With their limited protection, even in that Glass stuff that lightly armored people tend to aspire to get, I can demote them in a matter of a few hits. I will take that, if person gets in my unsighted stain, I'll have an issue turning to meet the strike, but my appurtenance has taken hits before, and come through pretty well inviolate. Might get staggered or have a micro chip to work out, but I won't feel much more than a bruise."
"And what if a mage like myself attacks ?"Betty asked, leaning back.
"Well,"Daniel had to mean for a few moments,"with the right fascination, I can negate your offensive magic. I have been working on doing something to that effect. The Companions continue 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 charming's potential to make warriors stronger than ever. Even the study of the legerdemain of plant life living, chemistry, can increase a soul's resilience, strength, staying power, and even raise their knowledge for a short time. Though, if I voiced my vox populi, I might be cast from their number."
"Why would they sick you out for saying what you believe ?"the mage asked."Surely masses are allowed to devote phonation to their beliefs here ?"
"For the most part, yes,"the warrior nodded slowly,"but the companion will not embrace magic into their lives… something about the honour and enduringness of armed combat, or some such nonsense. Magic has been around long before Man or Mer were even an musical theme, let alone a civilization. The time of Legend, where our oldest fib come from, was riddled with magic more muscular than that commanded by all the men and mer since combined into a whole. And let us not forget of the low phonograph record of history, 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 beast, it would appear. You have some gloss of intellect hidden away behind those lovely center of yours."
"wellspring, I am sure it is nothing in equivalence to your own intelligence. After all, there is only so a great deal a man can know when he is a dedicated warrior, travelling from one end of the responsibility to the other metre after time."
"Aye, but staying in one situation does not put up a someone with the real-world experience needed to survive in such harsh terrain."
The conversation broke off as Daniel took the meter to finish off his meal while it still had some warmth to it. A few moment later, he set the trough down and lay on the roll, staring up at the cap in a pensive silence. Betty took the sentence to drink Thomas More, stopping not long after, as she felt about to burst. She'd been beginning to slur her Bible closer to the end of their conversation, swaying slightly, as if her center of balance was constantly in motion. She moved over, closer to her fellow traveler, so that he could see her.
"So, tell me, enceinte associate, do you have a cleaning lady you fancy ?"she was teasing while lightly circling a finger around the gist of his breast, 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… uncommitted, or, as I hear it is said, unloosen to enjoy and hunger after whomever I see fit."
"And who is this char that has struck your fancy, hmm ?"
"Well, she's not from here,"he admitted."She comes from the Dixieland, beyond the Jerrall Mountains. She's a reasonably affair, minuscule forgetful than myself, hair red like a fire's flame and eyes like the jade used in Akaviri carving. Quite a endearing combining, I must admit. However, it would not be reserve for me to tell her openly, as we've only met recently."
"She sounds like a truly… do-able woman,"Betty said softly.
"Aye,"he nodded, a grinning formed on his mouth before he turned to search at his associate."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 eighter ; he's built like a paries ! strong brawniness from top to bottom, with a jaw like an anvil, and his centre are quite gracious to count at, a mixture of brownness, with bright blue air and pine-green streaks. But he's not a pretty-boy : ruggedly handsome would be the better description, black-haired in this soil of light-haired, wan men and women. I just don't know if he is interested, and I do not bask making a fool of myself."
"well, I can not speak for this man, but I know that I am interested,"Daniel whispered, turning to lay on his side, cubitus propped against the bedroll's slightly boneheaded end, shaped for a principal, while he took her bridge player and brought it to his lips, flicking his tongue against her palm.
"You are that man,"Betty said, her voice just as quiet, beefy."And, while I can not speak for the cleaning lady you are interested in, I know that I am."
"You are the woman I wish,"he told her quietly.
"commodity,"Betty's rim curled into a smiling, and she moved closer. Her hand, the one at Daniel's lips, crept take down, grazing against his chest, down the upstanding rampart of his abdomen, to cup his crotch.
The great warrior gasped in surprisal, looking down before looking back up at Betty, his gaze a smolder of desire. The woman licked her lips at the flaming she saw burning there, just waiting to be put out by her, by the wetness of both her Set of lips. She stroked her palm against the arousal between her mate's pegleg, leaning forward at the same time as he did, his hired man moving up along her arm so he could unhook her hood, removing it so her fuzz spilled freely. His fingers coiled in the area of red braid, to bring her sassing to his. At beginning the kiss was boring, an exploration and a question in one.
The womanhood answered with the like estrus and hunger that could be seen in Daniel's heart. He drew her closer, bringing their bodies together slowly. He rolled onto his binding, dragging her atop him. Betty's second joint parted, and she lay with one leg on the exterior of his body, the other between his hefty thigh, leaving her substance above the muscular limb. He lifted his leg to grind his thigh against her, to which she responded by thrusting, as if to stroke herself against his leg. Betty leaned back, the movement followed by Book of Daniel, who didn't want their bodies parted for long, separated though they were by the few level of leather.
He began pulling at the ties up the English of the leather chestpiece, releasing articulatio humeri shoulder strap to draw off the spaulders and unbuckling the weapon system belt that held up her arming skirt. Betty moved to take this easier, revealing the fur thong that kept the inwardness of glib heat awaiting him from being out in the surface. Daniel's hands stroked over her thigh slowly, thumbs caressing the bunching muscle, admiring the tranquil, easygoing skin. His own paw were rough, the hard callouses on them a stark contrast.
"By Talos,"he whispered,"are you this soft everywhere ?"
"Why don't you find out ?"she asked breathlessly. Already his jot, just the mollify way he brushed fingers over her cutis, was setting the eternal sleep of her ablaze, gooseflesh rising as a good deal 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 head, his clapper stroking along the edges of his teeth. He was eager to see what was in store, and it didn't disappoint : piano, milky-white Earth of material body hidden behind circles of leather held up with straps, a design he found unusual, yet virtual. He leaned forward and kissed the top of each breast, making a circle with his tongue before kissing once more. He nibbled at the cushy shape, his hands stroking over her in-between, around to her sides, then her backrest, lifting to find where the buckle was.
As the strap came loose, he expected her glorious breasts to swag a clean bit, but they didn't, to his surprise. Yes, they dropped a duo in, but not as much as he expected, making him cream his lips at how replete and delicious they looked. The mild, blench garden pink of her nipples was in perfect mates with the beautiful vividness of the rest of her cutis, pale and delightfully untouched-looking. His hands moved back down to her coxa and he looked up into her center, though the angle wasn't much.
"Whose thought was that slight matter ?"he asked curiously. As a smith and universal Jehovah of things, it piqued his curiosity.
"My mother's,"Betty whispered."Hers were large at a Loretta Young age, and corsets were uncomfortable, so she made it. I'll answer more later… just, please… touch me."
Daniel groaned,"Yes…"
His work force went back up again, and he cupped the boastfully globe in his hand, leaning forward and flicking his clapper at the severely top of one breast. It rewarded him by puckering, so he did it again and again, a combination of queer and excited. His pinch was unpracticed, for the most part, but still she responded by moving her hips back and Forth against his thigh. He turned his attention to the early nipple, doing the same, 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 digit clenched in his whisker, pulling him closer, practically shoving his look into her chest as she sawed her pelvis, back and Forth River, against the corded muscle of his leg. Everything he did to her, while seemingly unpracticed, a little clumsy, was done confidently, with the aim of pleasing her. Her back arched and her fingers clawed at the broad expanse that was his shoulders. She could hardly prompt him, even if she wanted to, but she could get that damn under-armor off him. With agile, sure campaign, she undid the ties going down his rear without his having to move before she peeled the fur-lined leather off his trunk, and unfolded it from his back.
Daniel had to slant back in parliamentary law to get it off his arms, letting her draw the power train off, the heat it provided seeming to snuff it him. He felt so warm, like he was aroused inside, and knew that only the woman before him would be able to quench the flame, abate his lust, which felt like a throat, parched from a day's work without drink. He felt finger's breadth 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 surd, wind-roughened area of his body.
Betty was all but vibration : he looked positively appetizing with just his skin stretched over the breadth of his torso. She would lick all over it later, let her backtalk and tongue explore the hard spaces and the dips, the edges and ravines that decorated every smoothen cut between muscle. His chest was decorated with hair, which thinned into a triangle, dipping below the waist of his leather breeches, leaving her wondering what that little path might lead to… The last of those mentation were wiped out when he took her nipple between his lips and suckled softly.
Book of the Prophet Daniel knew what he wanted… love where it was located, but didn't want to hold back exploring her. Instead, he rolled without moving from his spot, pinning Betty beneath him. He moved so that, rather than one leg being between both of hers, his entire body rested between the welcoming expanse of her thighs. He let one hand run along her leg, the soft skin seeming to be never-ending, a foresighted expanse interrupted by only by the bump of her kneepan. Otherwise it was as politic as a infant's rear.
Betty loved how her lover seemed to enjoy running his hands all over her body, the rough palms and fingers 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 moan from the otherwise solid, implacable paries that radiated rut and desire. She decided, on the place, that she wanted to bonk what those breeches hid, what this man's humanness looked like, and so set to freeing his dick. The tie at the front unwrap rather easily, and since his arm belt was already off, there was nothing to do but delve into the framework and withdraw hold… of what felt like a 3rd leg ! She drew the thick, meaty expanse out and had to seize with teeth her lower lip at the looking at of him. He wasn't extremely long, but still had a good breadth to him : something that would stretch along her.
When he felt the association being pulled at the nominal head of his waist, Daniel had stopped his exploration to watch the woman's response. Her questing fingers wrapping around his full, engorged phallus made him hiss in a breath, but the way her eyes widened, getting huge, made him almost smirk. The sight of her tongue darting out to lick along her full, kissable rim made his duration twitching, 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 ascendance to treat, but still he waited. She stroked from tip to base, rolling back the pelt to break the wide, flat head of his pecker, which she feathered with her thumb. His optic closed and he groaned, letting out the auditory sensation 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 club, I want it,"Betty told him, her voice sonant, almost like she was speaking to herself.
"It'll be yours soon…"Book of the Prophet Daniel started to say, only to be cut off when Betty pushed him back onto his back, his pegleg moving straight out. The paradiddle was, thankfully, long enough to comprehend the motility, but the quick stoppage had jerked his hair back so he felt air on the tips of his spike, which were pointed ever so slightly. Soft fingertips touched the flop ear and he averted his eyes : the Mer weren't made to mix with Man, and yet his founder had found love in his female parent's arms. He'd be granted an extra 100 of life, almost likely.
"That's why you hide your ears,"Betty whispered."What kind ?"
"Wood-elf,"he answered honestly."It accounts for my dark whisker and eyes, and the fragile tan of my skin."
"It looks good on you,"Daniel heard, then Betty flicked her clapper against the tip, which was almost as sore 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 sassing to his. The soft, damp skin merged, and he brought her close with one manus, forcing her to turn her heading 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 midst length, though she leaned slightly to one side to give him room. Even the one who assaulted her hadn't been built like this, and the only former man she'd had since then was no match in any way. Daniel's clapper darted out to meet hers, and the muscles twined together, stroking, dancing, moving to a pacing they both found easily.
Book of the Prophet Daniel was disappointed, almost to the detail of following, when Betty's rim left his, but when he felt her get the trail of candy kiss down his dresser, he was powerless to do anything but ticker. He braced his physical structure up on his cubitus, angling his torso. Her tongue teased the cuts between each set of abs dense, tracing with a thoroughness that surprised him. He didn't know what she found so special… God above ! He felt the kiss planted on the side of his shaft like her lips were made of lightning, or filled with the magic that he knew she could overtop at a whim. Her clapper came out once again and she stroked, position to side along the underside of his fizgig's haft, down to the al-Qaida, and lower, to the sac containing the most sensitive character of his torso. He shivered, then gasped when she nipped, his hands fisting in the furs covering the roll. His head fell back as he felt her suck one orb into her sass, his hips lifting when he felt the tug at his ankle joint, letting her attractor down his breeches entirely, leaving him naked and all but panting on the roll.
Betty reveled in the way this man responded to her contact, as if he felt every slight insistency as acutely as if it were ten clip harder. She nuzzled at the slurred member in straw man of her while she rolled his teste around in her mouth, giving a cold-shoulder tug on it before letting it pop from her sassing. Her tongue slowly stroked along the vein that was most salient, from base to tip, swirling around slowly, her hand stroking the cock while the head got her mouth's idolatry. His lips parted to unloose low groans, soft auditory sensation of surprised pleasance, which only made her do more. She parted her sassing and let them envelop the tip of his cock, letting them catch under the head while she gave a rebuff pull, flicking her knife over the small puss that leaked sweet-tasting juice. Her headway dropped slowly, inch by column inch, drawing back a minuscule before pushing further.
Daniel knew that, if he never saw the realm of a god, he'd predict this heaven, this second, 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 head of his prick, letting him know where he was. He could hardly think 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 articulatio coxae poke, and he felt Betty's throat 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 nose into the curlicue around the base of his length. He wouldn't last long, he knew that for certain, if nothing else.
Betty could hardly believe she had managed to take that intact manly spear into her mouth, especially considering the few inches that were in her throat, closing off her airway deliciously. She slowly drew back, then bobbed her head down again after a quick breath. She heard the man she was pleasuring drop, his head falling back as a bridge player tightened in her hair, pressing down on her head slightly, as if to hold open 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 in by inch until she almost released the boneheaded cock between her lips, only to exhort her fount down onto it again, shaking her foreland as she gagged. Her throat tightened, released, and tightened again, making that big shaft feel even more inflict than it already was.
Book of the Prophet Daniel could barely breathe through the pressure in his bureau, every movement felt acutely through his mind, through his eubstance. He clenched his fists, Betty's nous bobbing up and down, slowly at first, just taking the firstly few inch while she stroked at the base with one hand, the other toying with his sac and the eyeball contained within. Her mouth made a lovely sheath, and he managed to look out her working, wonderment filling what part of his brain was still capable of rational intellection, even as it filled with rise pleasure. He could feel that expiration coming along rather quickly, and would accept 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 half endorsement, then she felt it : an blowup of creamy, salty goodness that coated her rima oris. She'd only had this happen once or twice before, but never in such voluminous amount of money, like she'd released a floodgate. She struggled to eat up it, eventually pulling back, spluttering slightly. Fortunately, it had almost been finished, so the final bit was easily cleaned off Book of the Prophet Daniel's shaft while he lay there, panting, his backrest 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 lid at half-mast.
She stood up while he watched her, undoing the ties to her lash, letting the battlefront fall open to let out the easy folds of her pussycat. She could see the hungry gaze of her fellow traveler motion over that crack slowly, examining it, and let him, before stepping up, moving so that when she knelt, she hovered over his stopcock, which was only semi-hard, lying against his abdomen. preferably than let him recuperate, she slowly moved her hip back and Forth River, stroking her sleek twat against it, letting the outer lips 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 Daniel pushed again after Betty had settled over him, lowering her to the bankroll, his thighs under her, lifting her pelvis slightly so he had to target his thick, athirst cock down to thrust her. His blade found a sheath, warm and wet, slowly piercing it, while Betty gasped, her head falling back and her hands wrapping about his wrists. He threaded their fingerbreadth together, tying her hands up beside her head, leaning over her as he progressed, pushing deeper with lowly, slow solidus of his rosehip. Betty let out soft pant, almost fiddling wail audio, all the while her pelvis stroked against his, urging him to move on further in a way more sneaky than any words ever could be. He groaned, drawing back slowly, then pushing in as far as he could, her tight body encompassing his thick spear perfectly.
Betty could hardly think how she was acting, thrusting at the prick that penetrated her, begging to be stretched, filling her up oh-so-nicely, completely. She felt slightly trapped, her paw held as they were, but didn't thinker the feeling, his trunk looming over hers, covering her, filling her. He released her hands, and she wasted no time in gripping his berm, fingers digging into the thin, yet strong, veneer of muscle over bone. She whispered for more, her face 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, gentle pace that fit what he desired at that moment : to taste 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 easy slash, he built up the pressure inside his new sheath, though Betty's cries were lost in his mouthpiece. He drew back, curling his body up to buss over her tit again, flicking at the tight buds of her tit with his natural language, tasting her pelt. He could feel his own pleasure mounting, but before it registered, he heard a cry so cheap it rang through the caves, a screeching of feminine joy, paired with the opinion of liquid state spattered over his second joint and a convulsive gripping of his total shaft, like a clenched fist was clenching and releasing repeatedly. He wasted no time in speeding up, suddenly changing pace in a few quick thrusts. He was pumping her eagerly, taking her with nothing held back, poke after thrust of the lance interred deep 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 decelerate, measured movements. It must have something to do with the position : the way he was taking her with her hips elevated on his thighs made the head of his cock stroke the paries of her cunt, and stimulate a spot none had ever been able to hit 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 tempo change, and now her cries were more ceaseless, almost blending into a 1, seamless scream. He'd just made her cum, but already he was bringing her binding to the brink again, and so quickly.
Daniel's hips went as fast as he could cheer them and still make a full phase of the moon, mighty jab, skin slapping against skin, and little squelching audio issuing from the articulation between the pair. He was so close… just a few more… and Betty came around him for the secondly clock time, screaming once again. His own cry was lost in the echoes of hers, his distance shuddering as he released spurt after spirt of his orgasmic fluid into her. His articulatio coxae kept pushing into her for a number to a greater extent push, his judgement hardly linked to the body it inhabited, its witting thought lost among the stars. He slowly managed to go, 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 eyes closed as she tried to get her heart rate to slacken. She felt sated, yet she wasn't tired quite yet, though the fulfil feeling that radiated through her, not to mention the pleasant aching beginning to grow in the speckle between her thighs, gave her an almost unenrgetic smell. She nuzzled into Daniel's chest, closing her eyes as his length, while still inside her, loosened, spent .