N/A: I found this on my old phone today and realised that although it's horribly short, it's finished. I believe it's a fill for a very old prompt (1 year +) so I guess I'd just upload it here. I guess this is kinda dark really, pretty noncon too...A different style of writing to my usual kinda stuff though, I found it interesting! Soooo...
Soft. So soft.
His hands, calloused and rough; so unused to the touch of something so perfect and smooth.
She breathed softly beneath him, peacefully. The sleeping powder slipped into her tea would keep it that way.
His fingers trembled as they ran across her collar bone, moving south to the beginnings of her low cut night gown.
The woman moaned quietly in her sleep, so beautiful in her vulnerability. He squeezed at her bust through the silk; large and firm, a real handful. The gown was pulled down next, freeing her pale bosom to the cold air, her little pink nipples peaking in the evening coolness.
He pinched them, not strong enough to resist.
His erection, trapped within the confines of his breaches was becoming painful now and he released it with a long sigh, staring down at the girl before him.
It had been easy enough. Drug her food and then while everyone else was out he could have his fun...the anticipation was killing him.
He stroked a knuckle across the smoothness of her rounded cheek, her skin flush with heat. He knew deep down this was wrong, but he needed this so so much.
His fingers found the hem of her night gown in the relative darkness of the flickering candlelight and pushed it up, his palm moving up along the skin of her thigh as the silk bunched beneath his fingers.
His patience was finally depleted as her milky white thighs were revealed to him.
He mounted her now, one hand on the mattress beside her head, the other spreading her legs.
The girl mumbled in her sleep as the man above positioned himself, spitting into his hand and rubbing it along the length of his shaft.
He found the thicket of raven hair between her thighs and ran himself through it, the soft curls tickling his sensitive head.
Braving himself the older man grinned lustfully. Why hadn't he done this sooner?
He pushed forward, his thick head parting the small lips of her quim. He groaned quietly as he pushed deeper into her; so hot, so tight. He panted, beginning to pull out and push back in.
The girl whimpered quietly as he defiled her in her sleep, pushing his mouth against hers in a mockery of a kiss.
He could feel himself building quickly, snapping his hips against her, driving deep into her core.
Not a minute later he reached his limit. Crying out 'Maker!' and grunting above her, spilling his seed deep into her body, still rolling himself between her curvaceous hips.
He collapsed atop her, feeling the last of his essence oozing into her silken tunnel, his member softening and slipping from her.
The girls face twitched for a moment and he feared she would wake. When she didn't he sat back on the bed, wiping his slickened member in the curls of her dark pubic hair.
The man fastened his breeches up once more and fixed the girls nightgown, having it cover her shame. He would have to do this again he decided, she felt absolutely divine around him and the moralities bothered him not one bit.
"Goodnight Bethany." He sneered, climbing from the bunk and rearranging his clothing. Gamlen Amell had places to be...after all, he was never here.