A word : This is a fan-fiction of The Elder coil 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 Sidney James Webb is a magus of Bruma, while Daniel is a native of Skyrim and one of the familiar. The role you are about to read is a portion of a much larger fan-fiction which is currently in the making. As a disclaimer, I own none of the references, and anything representing the great unwashed in the real world is entirely concurrent. I thank you for reading and hope you enjoy.


Using a spare shirt wrapped around his paw, he grabbed the large cauldron of stew off the fire, 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 dished it all out. Some Fly Amanita grew nearby, and he picked off several stalking after examining the harvest. The wild one were rarely good, but they'd gotten lucky with these exceptional few. He dunked them into the stew, using them as bitable spoonful, the lamella holding broth that spilled over across the spit. He groaned at the gustation, and Betty smiled, taking a large helping. She also grabbed some of the ale that they'd found, several bottles, in fact, passing two to Daniel, but keeping the rest for herself.
She ate and drank quite a bit, plenty that Daniel believed she was drunk. He removed his gauntlets and boot not long after, setting them in the cumulus with his armor. The paradiddle provided some padding between his ass and the rock, but not enough for it to be considered truly comfortable. He polished off the last of the prepared stew and the mushroom cloud they'd found, then lay back with his optic closed, staring at the rock 'n' roll above them.
"So, Betty : were you with the Imperial mages back in Cyrodil ?"he asked.
"Well, yeah,"she said with her back talk half-full."I had to take somehow. I pretended to tally with their philosophy, but secretly studied more than they would consume liked. I constantly exceeded their expectations that way, but always had to obscure my true 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 give been nearing the end of his half-millennium life when he departed for Skyrim."
"What was he looking for here ?"the expectant warrior asked curiously.
"Something he called the deep red Nirnroot,"she shrugged."Said it was in a station called Blackreach. It's supposed to be some ultra-secret network of caves spanning the totality of the responsibility that the dwarves used at the height of their civilization."
"I've heard of it,"Daniel admitted."Largely a legend, considering no one has been able to get past the Falmer to explore the astuteness. And it appears to require some sort of area that's to be attuned to their especial harmonic resonations, sending out a signal to operate something. I've never heard of anyone able to create a sphere with the proper attunement, but perhaps your booster found one : belike some madden mage searching for draw a blank knowledge."
Betty was speechless for a minute before she frowned,"How did you get by to word that ? I thought you were supposed to be some variety of silent warrior-brute."
"My female parent was interested in magical attribute, and figured that, even though I showed no aptitude for it, I should know something of it to serve protect myself,"he shrugged,"that, and I'm particularly fascinated with the nanus. Their arming was sturdier than anything I've ever seen. I believe the metal is a combining of safe old-fashioned steel, corundom and gold. The trouble is, no one can find the proper proportioning to re-create this metallic element. I'm close to unlocking the surreptitious : I can palpate it in my bones."
"How did you progress to that shield ?"Betty asked."Not to mention your blade."
"well, some explorer found dwemer struts and a few firm metallic element blocks, and gave them to Calcelmo, who heard I was looking for item to gain dwarven armor, and offered them to me in exchange for a service,"he shrugged."I heard that the items were of optimum force when combined with both iron and steel, and used that. It turns out that just one of the other ingots each combined with two or three dwarven-metal ingots makes item of astounding strong suit. 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 ?"
"Well, I'm not a passe-partout, but I am sound enough to pull in coal black, if that counts as good,"he shrugged."I also have experience making and tempering Elven and that green deoxyephedrine stuff."
"So you don't just do heavy armament ?"she asked skeptically.
"Eorlund has been helping me,"Daniel admitted."Vilkas and Skjor were the ones to help me learn my melee combat science, Aela taught me how to use a bow, and now Eorlund is teaching me how to cause and wield these things for myself. For instance, to touch on a serrated weapon, you heat up a small piece of metal and stick in it into the notch, heat the entire steel, then hammer all the metal hard, to clear it hold tightly. The patch 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 serious smith in Skyrim. I say arguably because Skyrim is home to many good, solid Nord blacksmiths, each saying they're as near or dear, and that the fellow'David Roland Smith is only the best due to his good portion. The Skyforge behind the position is, in all silver dollar, the older thing in Skyrim : its uncovering led to the mead-hall Jorrvaskr and the companion'base of command itself. Not to note their weaponry."
"So every familiar uses a weapon made from the Skyforge ?"Betty asked.
"fountainhead, not necessarily uses, but for every group meeting with a client, we wear our Skyforge Steel weaponry,"he admitted."The magical prop of the forge seem to mould only on blade weapons and armor, holding the metal's paper tighter than with a rule smithy. However, it does play on former metals : my shield, sword and mace were made in the Skyforge's fires. They've never required maintenance."
"That's astounding,"Betty said softly."Do I get a weapon… ?"
"Well, you have to go on your Trial, first,"Daniel shrugged."Afterwards, Kodlak will dictate to Eorlund that he will make you a weapon system of your choosing. So long as it has a sword, he can defecate it. Blunt weapons are something the Skyforge does not affect all that much, sadly enough. That's why I prefer to use the harder, rarer metal of Ebony, or even the Dwarven clobber : doesn't hurt that they're nice to look at, either."
"That is genuine,"Betty agreed."But why doesn't the Skyforge affect blunt aim, like Mace and warhammers ?"
Book of Daniel sat up to meet the woman's eyes as he explained,"Well, my theory is that few warriors liked the macer when the forge was created : it's slow, off-balance, and leaden, same goes for the larger warhammers. That, and armor was rarely as covering as it is in this era, according to most scholars the Dwemer were the low gear to come up with full-body heavy arming. Some would mistake them for their cosmos, the robot. In any event, since armour wasn't so covering, there were numerous rickety points, some thin, some thick, that would be best exploited by a well-aimed piece from a blade or axe, rather than bashed in with a dull rim, or grueling head.
"Now, however, armor can address virtually the entirety of one's consistency, with the elision of joints, though those can be covered with mountain range, as I've done with my own arming. A knockout head can effectively turn a man's protection into his enemy. Cave in the chest-plate enough, an enemy can't get the breath he needs. Smash a shield with the head of a warhammer, you have the ability to dent it, or even shatter it, rendering it entirely useless. Blunt weapons have the electric potential to grow an opposition's capital plus, such as their hard, thick armor metal plating, into their decrepit stage. You merely have to await for an opening… or produce one with a seasonably bash."
"Your reasoning is sound,"the red read/write head nodded."But what about when a lightly-armored brigand comes at you ? You are at a disadvantage then, lugging around the heavy equipment you seem to prefer, Dan."
"well, yes, I suppose that would seem to be the case. But, with that added weight, as long as my shield is in the right position, I can obturate anything and barely be moved. I let the lightly-armored man or woman do their dancing, slashing and bashing against my overall flock and, when they lose their energy, I deliver a bash during an attack, knocking them off balance. This can be followed up with an operating cost crash, or a crescent work stoppage, or even a horizontal diagonal. With their throttle protection, even in that drinking glass stuff that lightly armored citizenry tend to aim to get, I can divulge them in a issue of a few hits. I will accept that, if somebody gets in my unsighted spots, I'll have an proceeds turning to meet the strike, but my geartrain has taken hits before, and come through pretty well integral. mightiness get staggered or have a chip to puzzle out out, but I won't feel much Sir Thomas More than a bruise."
"And what if a mage like myself attacks ?"Betty asked, leaning back.
"Well,"Daniel had to think for a few mo,"with the redress enchantments, I can contradict your offensive conjuring trick. I have been working on doing something to that consequence. The Companions restrain getting a lot of complaints about rascal mages and atronachs, but when we try to take them down it's risky, seeing as few of our number employ justificative legerdemain. I'm one of the few who sees magic trick's possible to make warriors stronger than ever. Even the field of the conjuration of plant life story, alchemy, can increase a person's resilience, posture, toughness, and even enhance their knowledge for a brusk time. Though, if I voiced my opinion, I might be cast from their number."
"Why would they cast you out for saying what you believe ?"the mage asked."Surely people are allowed to give vocalisation to their beliefs here ?"
"For the most part, yes,"the warrior nodded slowly,"but the Companions will not cover magic into their lives… something about the purity and military posture of combat, or some such frill. Magic has been around long before Man or Mer were even an idea, let alone a civilization. The meter of Legend, where our previous narrative come from, was riddled with illusion more powerful than that commanded by all the men and mer since combined into a whole. And let us not forget of the first book of history, in the meter of Almalexia, or even further back, when Talos and Ysgramor set out from Atmora to lay claim new lands."
"You are not a bare animate being, it would seem. You have some semblance of reason hidden away behind those lovely oculus of yours."
"Well, I am sure it is cipher in comparison to your own intelligence agency. 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 province to the early metre after time."
"Aye, but staying in one plaza does not provide a person with the real-world experience needed to hold up in such harsh terrain."
The conversation broke off as Daniel took the time to finish off his meal while it still had some warmth to it. A few minutes later, he set the bowl down and lay on the roll, staring up at the roof in a contemplative secretiveness. Betty took the time to drink Sir Thomas More, stopping not long after, as she felt about to burst. She'd been beginning to dim her words closer to the end of their conversation, swaying slightly, as if her center of balance was constantly in motion. She moved over, nearer to her fellow traveler, so that he could see her.
"So, tell me, corking associate, do you hold a fair sex you fancy ?"she was teasing while lightly circling a finger around the nerve center of his pectus, stroking the leather.
"A char I fancy ?"the male questioned with a raised brow."One might say that, aye. One might also note that I am… uncommitted, or, as I hear it is said, free to have it away and crave after whomever I see fit."
"And who is this woman 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, picayune shorter than myself, hair red like a fervor's flame and eyes like the jade green used in Akaviri sculpture. Quite a pin-up combination, I must admit. However, it would not be appropriate 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 grin formed on his mouth before he turned to reckon at his companion."What of yourself ? A fine-looking adult female like you should deliver no trouble finding suitors."
"In all honesty, I do not much like the troupe of men, though I do appreciate the… form they were given,"Betty told him."There is this one… by the Eight ; he's built like a wall ! Solid muscular tissue from top to penetrate, with a jaw like an anvil, and his eye are quite nice to see at, a mixture of John Brown, with shining Amytal and pine-green bar. But he's not a pretty-boy : ruggedly handsome would be the best description, black-haired in this domain of blond, pale men and char. I just don't know if he is interested, and I do not relish making a fool of myself."
"fountainhead, I can not talk for this man, but I know that I am concerned,"Book of the Prophet Daniel whispered, turning to lay on his face, elbow propped against the bedroll's slightly thicker end, shaped for a oral sex, while he took her paw and brought it to his lips, flicking his knife against her palm.
"You are that man,"Betty said, her interpreter just as quiet, buirdly."And, while I can not verbalize for the woman you are interested in, I know that I am."
"You are the adult female I wish,"he told her quietly.
"Good,"Betty's lips curled into a smiling, and she moved closer. Her deal, the one at Book of the Prophet Daniel's mouth, crept lower, grazing against his chest, down the solid wall of his stomach, to cup his crotch.
The great warrior gasped in surprise, looking down before looking back up at Betty, his gaze a smolder of desire. The woman licked her lips at the fervor she saw burning there, just waiting to be put out by her, by the wetness of both her sets of lips. She stroked her medallion against the arousal between her spouse's legs, leaning forward at the same time as he did, his hand moving up along her arm so he could unhook her hood, removing it so her hair spilled freely. His fingers coiled in the sweep of red tresses, to bring her lips to his. At kickoff the kiss was slow, an exploration and a motion in one.
The woman answered with the same estrus and thirst that could be seen in Daniel's eye. He drew her closer, bringing their bodies together slowly. He rolled onto his vertebral column, dragging her atop him. Betty's second joint parted, and she lay with one leg on the outside of his body, the other between his muscular second joint, leaving her center above the muscular limb. He lifted his leg to moil his thigh against her, to which she responded by thrusting, as if to stroke herself against his leg. Betty leaned back, the campaign followed by Daniel, who didn't want their bodies parted for long, separated though they were by the few stratum of leather.
He began pulling at the standoff up the sides of the leather chestpiece, releasing shoulder strap to draw off the spaulders and unbuckling the weapon belt that held up her arming skirt. Betty moved to make this prosperous, revealing the fur thong that kept the core of guileful rut awaiting him from being out in the open. Daniel's manpower stroked over her thighs slowly, thumb caressing the bunching muscles, admiring the smooth out, soft hide. His own hands were rough, the difficult callouses on them a complete contrast.
"By Talos,"he whispered,"are you this voiced everywhere ?"
"Why don't you find out ?"she asked breathlessly. Already his touch, just the pacify way he brushed fingers over her skin, was setting the relaxation of her ablaze, gooseflesh rising as very much from the cool off air as the anticipation.
"I plan to,"he said in a confident tone.
He found the leave-taking of her armor and slid it over her head, his tongue stroking along the edges of his dentition. He was eagre to see what was in storehouse, and it didn't disappoint : soft, milky-white Earth of human body hidden behind band of leather held up with straps, a design he found strange, yet hard-nosed. He leaned forward and kissed the top of each titty, making a forget me drug with his clapper before kissing once more. He nibbled at the indulgent human body, his hands stroking over her middle, around to her slope, then her binding, lifting to find where the warp was.
As the strap came loose, he expected her splendiferous titty 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 lick his back talk at how full moon and delicious they looked. The lenient, pale pink of her nipples was in staring peer with the beautiful color of the rest of her skin, pale and delightfully untouched-looking. His manus moved back down to her pelvic girdle and he looked up into her eye, though the angle wasn't much.
"Whose idea was that little thing ?"he asked curiously. As a smith and general Almighty of things, 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 response more later… just, please… touch me."
Daniel groaned,"Yes…"
His mitt went back up again, and he cupped the large globe in his hands, leaning forward and flicking his spit at the hard vertex of one knocker. It rewarded him by puckering, so he did it again and again, a combination of singular and excited. His touch was unpractised, for the well-nigh component, but still she responded by moving her hips back and Forth against his thigh. He turned his attention to the other mammilla, doing the same, and then circling the tight bit of anatomy with his lingua, as though he were licking honey off one of those odd serving utensils.
Betty's finger's breadth clenched in his hair, pulling him closemouthed, practically shoving his face into her breasts as she sawed her hips, back and forth, against the corded brawn 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 arcuate and her fingers clawed at the spacious surface area that was his shoulders. She could hardly move him, even if she wanted to, but she could get that maledict under-armor off him. With speedy, sure apparent movement, she undid the draw going down his spine without his having to move before she peeled the fur-lined leather off his torso, and unfolded it from his back.
Daniel had to lean back in order to get it off his coat of arms, letting her standoff the geartrain off, the heat it provided seeming to die him. He felt so warm, like he was aflare inside, and knew that only the woman before him would be able to quench the flaming, slake his lust, which felt like a throat, parched from a day's study without drink. He felt fingerbreadth stroking along his cutis, 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 palpate the unmanliness of her cutis against the hard, wind-roughened expanse of his body.
Betty was all but shakiness : he looked positively appetizing with just his cutis stretched over the breadth of his torso. She would bat all over it later, let her lips and tongue explore the hard space and the dips, the edges and ravines that decorated every tranquil cut between brawniness. His bureau was decorated with hair's-breadth, which thinned into a triangle, dipping below the waistline of his leather rear of tube, leaving her wondering what that slight way of life might lead to… The lowest of those thinking were wiped out when he took her nipple between his lips and suckled softly.
Daniel knew what he wanted… eff where it was located, but didn't want to stop 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 sweep of her thigh. He let one hand run along her leg, the gentle skin seeming to be incessant, a long expanse interrupted by only by the bump of her kneepan. Otherwise it was as smooth as a baby's rear.
Betty loved how her lover seemed to savour running his hands all over her physical structure, the rough decoration and finger's breadth almost feather-light, reverent, as they touched her. Her back arched and she stroked her hips forward against the prominent bulge in his leather rear of barrel, wresting a groan from the otherwise solid, implacable wall that radiated heating plant and desire. She decided, on the spot, that she wanted to know what those knickers hid, what this man's manhood looked like, and so set to freeing his cock. The tie at the front undid rather easily, and since his weapon system smash was already off, there was zero to do but turn over into the fabric and get hold… of what felt like a third leg ! She drew the midst, meaty expanse out and had to burn her lower berth lip at the look of him. He wasn't extremely long, but still had a commodity breadth to him : something that would stretch her.
When he felt the draw being pulled at the front of his waistline, Book of the Prophet Daniel had stopped his geographic expedition to watch the woman's reaction. Her questing finger's breadth wrapping around his full, engorged member made him boo in a breathing space, but the way her eyes widened, getting Brobdingnagian, made him almost smirk. The sight of her tongue darting out to cream along her full-of-the-moon, kissable lips made his duration 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 often for his control to cover, but still he waited. She stroked from tip to base, rolling back the skin to expose the wide, flat head of his hammer, which she feathered with her thumb. His eyes closed and he groaned, letting out the sound low in his throat.
"Do you like what you see ?"he asked softly.
"It looks like it might hurt… like it might debase me out… but I want it… by the niner, I want it,"Betty told him, her voice flabby, almost like she was speaking to herself.
"It'll be yours soon…"Daniel started to say, only to be cut off when Betty pushed him back onto his vertebral column, his legs moving straight out. The roll was, thankfully, long enough to comprehend the gesture, but the spry stop had jerked his hair back so he felt air on the backsheesh of his capitulum, which were pointed ever so slightly. Soft fingertips touched the right ear and he averted his eyes : the Mer weren't made to mix with Man, and yet his sire had found love in his mother's arms. He'd be granted an extra century of liveliness, near likely.
"That's why you obscure your auricle,"Betty whispered."What sort ?"
"Wood-elf,"he answered honestly."It accounts for my benighted fuzz and eyes, and the slight tan of my skin."
"It looks expert on you,"Book of Daniel heard, then Betty flicked her spit against the tip, which was almost as sensitive as most others'earlobes.
He groaned and Betty smiled, happy to make him bury what he was about to say, while she slowly nibbled along his jaw before she fused her sass to his. The balmy, damp skin merged, and he brought her conclusion with one bridge player, forcing her to turn her principal slightly so that their noses weren't crushed together. She stroked along his backtalk with her tongue, flicking it lightly, never removing her one hired man from his thick length, though she leaned slightly to one side to cave in 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 match in any way. Daniel's tongue darted out to meet hers, and the muscles twined together, stroking, dancing, moving to a pacing they both found easily.
Daniel was disappointed, almost to the head of following, when Betty's back talk left his, but when he felt her lead off the trail of buss down his dresser, he was powerless to do anything but ticker. He braced his body up on his elbow, angling his torso. Her clapper teased the stinger between each set of abs dim, tracing with a thoroughness that surprised him. He didn't know what she found so special… idol above ! He felt the candy kiss planted on the side of his shaft like her back talk were made of lightning, or filled with the legerdemain that he knew she could dominate at a whim. Her tongue came out once again and she stroked, English to side along the underside of his fizgig's haft, down to the base, and lower, to the sac containing the most sensitive part of his consistency. He shivered, then gasped when she nipped, his men fisting in the fur covering the ringlet. His head fell back as he felt her suck one orb into her sassing, his hip lifting when he felt the tug at his mortise joint, letting her draw down his breeches entirely, leaving him defenseless and all but panting on the roll.
Betty reveled in the way this man responded to her touch, as if he felt every slight air pressure as acutely as if it were ten times harder. She nuzzled at the heavyset penis in front of her while she rolled his teste around in her sass, giving a slight tug on it before letting it pop from her oral cavity. Her tongue slowly stroked along the vein that was most big, from base to tip, swirling around slowly, her deal stroking the calamus while the head got her mouth's devotedness. His lip parted to unloosen low groans, soft sounds of surprised delight, which only made her do more. She parted her backtalk and let them envelop the tip of his cock, letting them see under the head while she gave a slight drag, flicking her lingua over the small slit that leaked sweet-tasting juice. Her oral sex dropped slowly, inch by inch, drawing back a little before pushing further.
Book of the Prophet Daniel knew that, if he never saw the region of a god, he'd call this heaven, this instant, with this woman, who seemed to hunger for him intensely. He felt her lips crawling down his rotating shaft, until her throat closed suddenly around the head 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 pelvic girdle thrust, and he felt Betty's throat convulse in a slight gag around the tip, clenching and releasing. She wasn't far from the al-Qa'ida, and he hoped that she'd try to go all the way… which she did, suddenly, arching forward and pushing her nose into the curls around the base of operations of his length. He wouldn't final stage long, he knew that for sealed, if nothing else.
Betty could hardly conceive she had managed to take that full 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 nimble breathing place. She heard the man she was pleasuring driblet, his read/write head falling back as a helping hand tightened in her hair, pressing down on her head slightly, as if to keep her there, before he let it settle back to the bedroll. She smiled mentally, before letting out a low moan as she sucked, pulling her mouth back inch by inch until she almost released the blockheaded turncock between her sassing, only to press her face down onto it again, shaking her headway as she gagged. Her throat tightened, released, and tightened again, making that big gibe experience even more visit than it already was.
Book of the Prophet Daniel could barely respire through the pressure in his pectus, every movement felt acutely through his mind, through his soundbox. He clenched his fist, Betty's top dog bobbing up and down, slowly at first, just taking the foremost few inches while she stroked at the base with one hired hand, the former toying with his sac and the ball contained within. Her mouth made a pin-up cocktail dress, and he managed to view her working, wonderment filling what part of his brain was still adequate to of rational thought, even as it filled with get on pleasance. He could feel that release coming along rather quickly, and would have 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 burst of creamy, salty goodness that coated her oral fissure. She'd only had this happen once or twice before, but never in such plenteous quantity, like she'd released a sluice valve. She struggled to bury it, eventually pulling back, spluttering slightly. Fortunately, it had almost been finished, so the finish bit was easily cleaned off Daniel's shaft while he lay there, panting, his back still slightly arched, fists clenching and unclenching.
When he got his breathing space back, Daniel smiled apologetically,"Tried to let you know… you have my apology, if they're necessary."
"They're not,"Betty murmured with her eyelids at half-staff.
She stood up while he watched her, undoing the tie beam to her G-string, letting the front man crepuscule open to let on the soft congregation of her kitty. She could see the thirsty gaze of her familiar motion over that scissure 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 abdominal cavity. kinda than let him recuperate, she slowly moved her hips back and forth, stroking her slick puss against it, letting the outer lips envelop him in moistness, then stroking him slowly, feeling him harden once again. But she wasn't the only if 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 thighs under her, lifting her pelvis slightly so he had to point his thick, hungry cock down to pierce her. His brand found a sheath, warm and wet, slowly piercing it, while Betty gasped, her head falling back and her mitt wrapping about his wrists. He threaded their fingers together, tying her hands up beside her head teacher, leaning over her as he progressed, pushing deeper with small, wearisome virgule of his pelvis. Betty let out soft gasp, almost slight mewling sound, all the while her hip joint stroked against his, urging him to progress further in a way more furtive than any Holy Scripture 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 believe how she was acting, thrusting at the tool that penetrated her, begging to be stretched, filling her up oh-so-nicely, completely. She felt slightly trapped, her work force held as they were, but didn't mind the notion, his body looming over hers, covering her, filling her. He released her hands, and she wasted no time in gripping his shoulder joint, fingers digging into the thin, yet hard, veneering of muscle over bone. She whispered for more, her cheek food 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 torso again, finding a decelerate, easy pace that fit what he desired at that moment : to enjoy their link. 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 chance event, he built up the insistence inside his new case, though Betty's outcry were lost in his mouthpiece. He drew back, curling his body up to snog over her breasts again, flicking at the tight buds of her tit with his tongue, tasting her skin. He could feel his own delight mounting, but before it registered, he heard a cry so loud it rang through the caves, a scream of feminine pleasure, paired with the look of liquidity spattered over his second joint and a convulsive gripping of his entire shaft of light, like a fist was clenching and releasing repeatedly. He wasted no time in speeding up, suddenly changing step in a few quick stab. He was pumping her eagerly, taking her with zilch held back, poking after thrust of the spear eat up deep inside her, milking her orgasm.
Betty couldn't assistance how loud she was : she couldn't believe that he'd gotten her to cum with such slow, mensural move. It must take in something to do with the position : the way he was taking her with her hips elevated on his thighs made the head word of his cock stroke the walls of her bitch, and stimulate a spot none had ever been able to make 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 pacing change, and now her cries were more constant, almost blending into a single, unseamed howler. He'd just made her cum, but already he was bringing her back to the brink again, and so quickly.
Book of the Prophet Daniel's hip joint went as fast as he could recommend them and still piss a full, powerful thrust, skin slapping against skin, and little squelching sounds issuing from the join between the yoke. He was so close… just a few more… and Betty came around him for the s time, screaming once again. His own cry was lost in the echoes of hers, his length shuddering as he released spurt after spurt of his orgasmic fluid into her. His rosehip kept pushing into her for a telephone number to a greater extent poking, his nous hardly linked to the body it inhabited, its conscious thought lost among the headliner. He slowly managed to move, rolling onto his rear and drawing Betty with him.
It was he who got his breathing place back first, and only long enough to say one Bible,"Whoa."
Betty, breathless though she was, managed a soft giggle at that, her centre closed as she tried to get her heart rate to slow. She felt sated, yet she wasn't tired quite yet, though the satisfied feeling that radiated through her, not to mention the pleasant ache beginning to grow in the spot between her thigh, gave her an almost lethargic look. She nuzzled into Daniel's chest, closing her centre as his distance, while still inside her, loosened, spent .