—-chapter 13—
much adult things happening..
"Sweet Dibella, you're beautiful." Brynjolf places his hand on Allustria's jaw and directs her into a kiss. He's sitting on the bed roll, arm behind him, scooting back into the tent. She crawls over his legs, sitting on his thighs, and pushes him back so he lays propped up against his bag. She pulls back, locking eyes with him, and begins untying the knot by her hip. Unwrapping the fabric, revealing herself.
Brynjolf stared at her beautiful body. Her legs on either side, meeting the curve of her hips, and the dip into her thin waist, her round breasts fully exposed. He can barely believe that she's there in front of him and not just a realistic dream. His hands trail up her legs. He sees her hairs between them, matching the white color of her braids.
He felt his heart picking up speed and a throbbing pulse shoot down through his erection, bouncing it. She licks her lips and grins. She grabs his arms and guides his hands up her body, stopping them at her chest. He cups her breasts, sliding his thumbs over her nipples, and she leans down for another sensual kiss.
He lets one hand trace down her shoulders, down her sides, and up the curve of her back, resting on her hips. His kisses follow her neck to her collar bones. He takes her hardened nipple into his mouth, pinching her other one between his finger and thumb, then switching over to taste the other. She makes a delightful moan that causes Brynjolf to slap her on the butt.
He grabs her by the hips and pulls her toward him. She follows his lead and moves upwards, straddling his chest. He kisses her soft stomach and traces his tongue against her hip bones that barely poke out. His lips caress toward her inner thigh, kissing her soft white hairs that cover her lower lips. Allustria watches him, patiently. Quietly gasping at his boldness. He looks up at her as he makes first contact with his tongue against her swollen nub. She leans her head back, closing her eyes, and exhaling her bated breath. Her long hair brushes against her bare back, tickling her skin. Every touch or brush against her flesh sends lightning shocks of pleasure through her body.
Brynjolf slides his tongue between her folds. It's wet and hot and, oh, so delicious. He leans into her and moans. Pushing his tongue further along. She giggles at the vibrations of his voice which makes him smile and he kisses her mound. Finding her clit with his lips and sucks on it, gently, giving her butterflies. She grabs him by the back of his head and forces him closer, pushing her hips into him. He gets a jolt of excitement from her enthusiasm and slides his tongue deeper in, penetrating her for the first time. Moans escaping his throat. Allustria leans back even more, grabbing onto his shoulders for support, her head inching closer to the fur pelts below them. He slides his tongue in and out, slowly. She leans into each movement he makes, feeling every bit of his tongue against her walls. Her folds and nub swell with pleasure.
Brynjolf is starting to be painfully aware of his erect cock, begging to feel her warmth. As if reading his mind, Allustria's legs tighten their muscles and she rises up from her arched position. Her movements are so graceful and otherworldly, Brynjolf feels his stomach flutter from being witness to her elegance.
Her eyebrows are gently raised as she looks down upon his face. She tilts his chin up to meet her gaze. The edges of her lips curl upward slightly when seeing his wanting eyes. She licks her bottom lip, followed by her teeth dragging across the flesh, biting it. Brynjolf loved it when she did that. Allustria leaned down and began kissing him once more. She nibbled on his lower lip and then slid her tongue between his upper lip and teeth, sucking it as well. She switches again and bites his bottom lip, pulling a little more roughly. Brynjolf grabs her butt, digging in his fingertips, pulling her cheeks apart, kissing her more fiercely.
Allustria slides her hand between her legs and touches her fingers to his lower abdomen. He shudders and moans at her sudden touch. The elf pulls back from their kiss and snatches up his hand. She drags her tongue along his longest finger, wrapping her lips around it and slides it into her mouth. His jaw drops.
"Are you sure you're not the Mephala incarnate?"
She smiles at that remark, still keeping her lips tightly sealed.. The secretive Daedra of deceit and sexual prowess. That really did seem to fit her. Allustria slides his finger against her tongue, sucking down all the way to his last knuckle, pops it out of her mouth, then wraps her lips around it once more, including his index finger this time.
Being so entranced by her display, he almost yelped to the touch of her fingertips lowering towards his erection. She kisses his palm, and down his arm. With her free hand she rubs her fingers into his curly hairs that lay below the waistline. Allustria teased him by tracing her fingers around the base of his gorging member.
It bounced and throbbed. She lowered herself until Her face was merely inches away from it, locking her eyes to his. He shivered at the arousing visual, wanting to feel her touch against his most sensitive appendage. She looked at him with a grin, her butt wiggling playfully in the air behind her. Finally, she finds the base of his shaft with her hand and grabs it. Giving it her full attention for the first time, Her playfulness ceases and is replaced with a begging want. A whimper escapes from her throat and she blushes in embarrassment at the sound.
The sight of his cock was so enticing. It was hard and swollen. Throbbing with his heart beat. It bounced occasionally with a mind of its own. The tip was tight from his swell. Dew drops of pre-cum oozed from it, showing how aroused he was by her.
She felt a trickle of her own sweet honey drip between her legs, urging her to fill herself with him. She dared to reach a finger forward and smooth the liquid that oozed from him. Brynjolf moaned at her touch, his cock doing another bounce. She brought the liquid to her lips and tasted it. Closing her eyes to experience him in this new way. Her lids flicked open and she smiled at him. She loved the face he made.
Barely giving him time to register what she had just put in her mouth, she was bent down, sucking on the base of his shaft. Her thumb tracing up and down, tilting him to the side and dragging her tongue up along his length. She found his sensitive spot just before the tip and focused her movements there. Brynjolf's eyes rolled to the back of his head, moaning, and arching his back, pushing himself deeper against the bedding beneath them. Leaning his head against the makeshift pillow behind him.
She wrapped her wet lips around the tip, sucking gently, then pushing down, taking him in fully. Dancing her tongue in circles around it. Loving his reaction to every movement she made.
Tightening her lips around his cock and dragging her tongue against his shaft as she slid upwards, pressing her tongue against his tip before taking him out of her mouth. Brynjolf entangled his fingers into her hair and guided her head down, pushing himself in her mouth once again. She moaned. Sliding her lips up and down, quickening her pace.
Her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft and continued the motion of her mouth when she came up to catch her breath. Hand pumping him rhythmically. She leaned down to begin again, but he grabbed her cheeks, leading her into a kiss.
"I want to fuck you before I cum" He whispered to her, voice quivering from her expert performance. She bit her lip, feeling warmth spread throughout her core
"Where do you want me?" She whispered against his lips. Wanting to pleasure him with herself however he pleased.
"On your back," He kisses her. "I want to see— your face— when I pleasure you~" Kissing her between every other word.
Her breath hitches from that remark.
He wraps his arms around her and rolls over, swapping places. Allustria lay on her back, her arms resting to the side, hands above her head, with half lidded eyes. She loved the way he looked at her. Tracing his fingers along every line and curve of her body. Loving the way her chest rested when on her back. Tracing down the center of her stomach and across her belly button, giving her goosebumps all over.
Allustria encouraged him by opening up her legs, letting them rest at her sides, knees bent, fully exposing herself. He moans at the sight of her. Massaging her with his hands, pulling them down along her torso and following the lines of her legs to her knees. He lifts her calf, bringing it to his face to kiss her soft skin. She smiles.
He leans forward, not being able to resist another kiss. His hip thrust gently, rubbing his throbbing erection against her clit. They moan together between kisses. Brynjolf takes himself in his hand and directs it to her opening, pushing against her. Her breath hitches, and he pulls back from the kiss so he can see her face. He slowly leans into her, sheathing into her warmth.
Her eyebrows knit together and her mouth involuntarily opens wider, letting arousing sounds escape. He's pleased with her reaction, and pushes deeper in, fully encasing himself inside. Her walls squeeze every inch of him. She feels warmth rush to her face, feeling all of him deep within her.
Brynjolf slowly begins to move. Sliding back, barely pulling the tip of his cock out of her, and then penetrating once again. Everytime he did, Allustria opened her mouth just a bit wider and her hands clenched the fabric beneath her. He pulls out slowly, then thrusts with more force. She moaned with each thrust, lifting her legs into the air so he could go as deep as possible.
He places his hands on either side of her and pumps into her over and over. Her breasts bounced with each hip movement. Allustria grabs his hips and pulls him into her, quickening his pace. Breathing heavier, he slams into her, as fast and hard as he dared, her beautiful face of pleasure only getting sexier.
"Fuck, Allustria" He moaned. She gasped at the way he said her name, pulling his hips in harder.
"Don't stop—" she says between moans. He leans down and sucks on her neck, keeping his pace. Pleasure shoots through her with every kiss and bite he presses into her. She loved the way he felt inside her, and his balls slapping against her butt with every thrust. Thinking about how he's choosing to be with her made her feel so special.
Brynjolf sits up and holds onto her knees, thumping into her, moving his hips back and forth. He brings her toes up to his mouth and sucks on them, kissing, and sliding his tongue between them. She gasped, the sensation made her feel even more pleasure, feeling herself get closer to climaxing.
"Faster, hah—-"
He obeys, picking up speed. Her moans raise in pitch with each thrust, as she begins to climax, she moans and screams, raising her hips slightly and pushes into him. Her body buckles as soon as she climaxes, legs fold and clamp around him. Brynjolf pulls out and pumps himself with his hand, shaking with his excitement. His thick seed spurts out. She feels the hot liquid land on her chest and up to her neck and coating her down to her belly button.
His hand slows and he squeezes anything that remained, oozing over his fingers.
"I think that's— the first time— I've ever climaxed just— by getting fucked." Allustria smiles at him, panting, and pleased with his love making. He slumps to the side of her, catching his breath. He smiles back at her, playfully grabbing her knee before flopping onto his back in exhaustion.
"Are you not going to help clean me up?" She asked, flirtatiously. Sitting up and letting his cum drip down her torso. He looked up at her. She swirled her fingers in the white liquid and licked it off.
"By the Gods, Allustria, I could go again just from seeing you do that~" he propped himself up and kissed her before finding a rag to wipe her down with.
Once clean, they crawled into the bedroll together, totally ignoring the second tent. Allustria buried her face in his chest with his arms wrapped around her. She took in a big breath and sighed, then looked up at him, getting his attention. They stare into each other's eyes. A newfound connection between them.
"I think.. I love you." She said, feeling confused by the thought. Brynjolf let that sink in, darting his eyes between hers.
"I think I love you, too." He smirks and places a kiss on her forehead.
