I LIVE.
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This chapter was in the worrkkksss let me tell youuuu. I hope you enjoy. I finally made them kiss hehe. I'm still in the middle of revising the last three chapters, just to include/exclude some things. They're not going to be much different, just looking for some spelling mistakes and whatnot.
I posted just before Valentines y'all. What a coincidence. Also what's a good book to read? I'm currently halfway through Dune and will need some new material for next month.
"Why are you so flushed?" Irina questioned with her head tilted sideways. Her hair had placed itself over her eyes and she brushed it absently behind her ear, giving her a look of genuine curiosity that Serana loathed to admit she admired.
It was unlikely, highly unlikely, that Irina had forgotten that vampires could not acquire sickness. At least, a minor sickness acquired from other mortals. Serana could feel her cheeks flare more when Irina quashed a smirk behind a tan hand, she hoped to all her ancestors she wasn't piecing together her private actions.
What on Nirn was she smiling at?
Serana had thought her mind had been playing tricks on her because the grin was gone as soon as it graced her lips, but the tone in her voice had a higher pitch, implying her knowing.
"I'm just wrapped up in bed, and the fires burning. I guess that's why?" Serana said with a cool composure. If she had been alive, her heart would've been beating out of her chest. How embarrassing.
Irina leaned against the doorframe and shrugged. She had dropped the subject completely, thank all the divines for having given Serana some pity. The elf took the hint, Serana had clearly been doing something in private. She cast her gaze to the floor and crossed her arms over chest, looking to be half-absorbed in thought.
She already completely forgot about the conversation, or so it appeared.
"Erm... right then. I wanted to speak with you on some things but I can see you'd rather be alone right now. Have you given any thought to my question from this morning?" Irina asked as she twirled a lock of light brown hair in her fingers, she kept her eyes downcast but peered at the nord from the corner of her eye at the extended silence.
Serana raised an eyebrow in confusion, but then she realized Irina was asking.
"I haven't, honestly. I mean, I don't expect to stay here long so I'm not in a rush to leave."
"Just come to me then, whenever you're ready. My husba- Erikur. Has half a mind to attend an event in the Blue Palace and to keep appearances I would go with him..." Irina trailed off as she shivered at the thought. Serana frowned as well, more feelings of jealousy arose but the fact that Irina showed displeasure settled her down some.
Although new feelings of sympathy also surfaced for the false act of their marriage. Irina obviously grew tired of it, especially since there was no more need for the man's money.
Irina exhaled and uncrossed her arms, she gave Serana a half-smile and patted the door with one hand, "you just let me know, whenever you're ready." With one last look at the nord whose hands were still buried underneath her, Irina bid her farewell. She closed the door behind her and quashed the smirk from her face, she had tried hard to not look Serana in the eyes.
What lovely sounds.
Would she let the woman know that Irina had heard enough from outside the door to know what she'd been doing? Perhaps. If she were feeling especially cruel but the woman's cheeks were already so red if she were any more embarrassed she looked like she would suffocate.
A soft sigh escaped Irina at the sound of her own name being strung the nord's lips. It sent shivers run down her spine. The dovahkiin would bed her in a heartbeat. Although, given the knowledge of how deeply Serana cared for her- the woman knew better than to allow her baser desires get the better of her, the dragonborn could foresee many things going wrong if they chose to sleep with each other without the gurantee of love.
Although Serana had been the one to stop their intimacy, her confession also had underlying hints. Irina suspected that the nord would bed her regardless of the fact that she would only end up breaking her own heart in the process. Irina's hard question had seemed to bring her back to her senses, and while Irina had been disappointed to not sleep with the one woman who's plagued her mind for months...-
She was also a dear friend.
Irina didn't want to hurt her feelings, not that way. The dragonborn herself was also going through some heartache, she didn't realize how far gone Lydia was from her heart. There would be no potential future for them both, Irina had to let go. She couldn't let Serana be some sort of emotional comfort, that would be... cruel.
Irina hummed to herself and continued down the halls of her manor. Her hands were clasped behind her back, her orange eyes lazily took in the manor and its decorations. The home was beautiful, down to the structure of the walls and layout of the building itself to the masonry to the furniture inside.
I see he's left some things as they were. Although this manor does give off his being quite a bit.
She stopped walking when her orange eyes met blue.
"My love." Erikur said with a somewhat cautious tone. His hair was askew and his shirt was loose, the strings falling almost down to his ribs. Much of his chest was revealed, for being damn near his fifties the man's build was not something to disregard.
Irina smiled sweetly, almost deviously. "Yes, husband?"
As if they didn't nearly kill each other just hours prior. The nine have mercy on her soul... would this man ever leave her be? She'd only been given the luxury of a bath, hardly any time free of the man.
"I love you, do you not realize that?" Erikur asked her with his voice actually sounding genuine.
"You do not know me, husband. We married for profit, why are you trying to make our marriage something it isn't? I'm speaking harshly but truly." Irina said with her arms crossed over her chest.
They resided in their bedroom, he had asked her with a calm and even voice to speak to her. Irina had been in the basement practicing her swordsmanship when he found her, looking remorseful. Her body had been glistening with sweat, her shirt had been on her torso, she merely turned it inside out to free her arms because the cloth was sticking to her and restricting her movements.
He found her in the midst of training, with her upper body exposed and on display. Scars mapped her entire body, new ones that he hadn't seen before and old ones he remembered. Erikur swallowed nervously, his eyes scanned over her muscled form and felt heat rushing to his face. She had gained a considerable amount of muscle since the last time he saw her body.
She paused momentarily at acknowledging his presence, his look was nervous but his mind was set. Irina released a breath and sheathed her sword, she adjusted her sword belt around her hips to free her shirt and put it back on.
Which led them to the bedroom for privacy.
"I know. Trust me, I'm no fool I know why I married you in such a hurry- but... even still, I fell in love with you and we are bound together by the oaths we took and had a priest solidify-"
"You may have fallen in love, husband. But I had the image of coin helping the Thieves Guild in my head and you had the image of my body. We both took vows that meant nothing to us, don't give them significance now." Irina said with a firm but gentle voice.
She leaned against the doorway her hair stuck to her forehead from her training session and she relished the cool wood against her back. Her arms were crossed and she looked at him expectantly, he pursed his lips together and inhaled deeply.
"You're right." he spoke.
"I know, husband." Irina replied with a flat voice.
"Do you despise me, this marriage?" he asked her with furrowed eyebrows.
Irina chuckled and stared at him with eyes of disbelief, "I hardly think about it, I don't have any plans to meet the real love of my life- you know this. That being said, your feelings are a complication- not only are they unwarranted, they're real. That's something I cannot lie to you about, I won't love you back. I simply can't."
Erikur's lips drew a tight line, as if he wanted to ask her something but couldn't bring himself to say the words. He inhaled deeply and sighed out, he didn't even look distraught at all. Irina wondered what he wanted from her in this conversation, she was starting to doubt the authenticity of his love for her.
Serana had been so flustered and pure about her own feelings, Erikur's own words weren't as warm or lovely as Serana's.
"Instead of your love then, I could... or rather- you..." Erkiur started to falter his words, his mouth failing him.
Irina narrowed her eyes at the man, was he suggesting what she thought?
It was a dangerous thing to provoke Irina while her body was still hot from training, she moved much faster than what she let on. She could cut the man's neck instantly if she so wished. She felt her lips curl downwards into a disapproving frown and pushed herself from the wall, she approached him with slow calm steps but he knew that he'd angered her.
He silently cursed when her hand grabbed a fistful of fabric and pulled him close to her face, her eyes were sharp, "say it, Erikur. Give me a reason to put you in your place."
He had left her be after that, probably too scared to even utter another word to her. Irina had watched him leave with dragging feet and scanning eyes, it looked as if he had thoughts going in several different directions.
Irina leveled with him as he approached, he looked defeated. She hoped he wasn't going to attempt to try and have another pointless conversation with her.
The man had something in his hand, a peice of parchment rolled in itself- Irina could not see the contents. The blonde finally stepped to her and gave a respectable distance between herself and himself, he no longer felt the need to pretend which Irina could suppose she was thankful for.
"What is it, Erikur?" Irina questioned with an arched brow.
"You won't ever love me, I understand that now. I was hoping to get you to sign these papers, I understand you're leaving soon and won't have time for a priest to relieve us of our vows- so let me get your signature instead, something as proof for the priests."
Irina could almost roll her eyes, that was such a businessman's solution.
"Oh? You're really going through with this? I don't mind. The guild seems to have risen on its own two feet, they don't need my sham marriage any longer to keep them afloat." Irina said with an even voice.
"I won't stop supporting them with the gold." he admitted.
"Come again?" Irina's eyes widened just a touch. Her shock evident.
"I need their help just as much as they need my gold. I know you don't, after all you find your wealth in the treasures of caves and artifacts. I won't give them as much as before but they'll hardly notice the difference now anyway." He explained. His voice was becoming colder, as if hurt by the fact that Irina was making the issue so matter-of-fact. She couldn't blame him for feeling that way, she would be hurt too if the roles were reversed.
"I must say that's very unexpected of you, I know how much you value your coin- as we all do, of course." Irina admitted.
"I can have your signature then? I'm sure they'll ask for the wedding bands again, I've already got mine on me. I found yours sitting inside the dresser to our...- your room." Again the coldness returned to his voice, he was almost sad.
Irina nodded and grabbed the parchment from his hand, her calloused skin brushing against his softer hands. He procured a quill from the pocket of his slacks and a sealed ink bottle, the man looked absolutely miserable. Obviously, the man was expecting some dramatics from her- oh how reality could hurt an unsuspecting soul.
She could almost feel sorry for him.
Irina absently rolled out the parchment on the nearest table and held out her hand for the quill and ink. He gave it to her wordlessly, his voice no longer worked. Not being an idiot, Irina skimmed over the words the man had written. There wasn't too much, but the writing was indeed lengthy. As she finished her reading, satisfied there was no foul play involved, she signed the papers.
"The next time you come here, my stuff will be gone. I'll go to my manor for the time being instead, give you peace of mind in here." Erikur said with a deflated tone.
"I appreciate that, Erikur" Irina said.
As she walked away, back in the direction she came- she could feel his sadness overwhelm him. It was interesting to note how she did not seem to care an once about that. She simply wanted to tell Serana. She didn't know why her feet moved so quickly to the nord's room, but something in her bones told her that the nord should be the first one to know that she was finally free of her loveless marriage.
She would like that, for many of her own personal reasons. But also because she'd simply be happy for me.
Irina bit her lower lip, she couldn't keep her smile down this time.
This time, when Irina knocked on her door. She actually waited for a response from the woman, she'd been too excited the first time. She would be more patient this time around and give Serana time to bury her own shame within herself.
This time around, Serana was reading. She marked her page by folding the corner and set down the book by her side. Serana took in the smile Irina wore and tilted her head to the side, "what's gotten into you?"
"I have some news. It's good, don't worry. Concerning my husband and I." Irina said as she found herself a chair from within the room to place by Serana's bed. She flipped the chair backwards and perched herself on it with legs on either side, her arms folded over the backrest. Serana's fingers curled by her side at the mention of the word husband.
She looks excited, be happy for her. Don't be a bitter woman.
"What is this good news?" Serana asked with feigned enthuesiasm.
"He's no longer my husband. He said he would take our wedding bands to the temple we were wed at, which is in Riften- and that he would see himself to living in his own manor from now on. I didn't even have to bring the idea to him, he did it to me." Irina said with a half-smile, the dragonborn looked as if some pressure had been lifted from her shoulders and it touched the nord's heart.
"You look so relieved about it. I'm happy for you, to not have to keep up with this sham is one tiny stress off your shoulders." Serana said. Irina chuckled and nodded, her hands gripped the sides of the backrest tightly as if it were unreal. The pale nord paid attention to the detail of her hands and the way the tendons shifted under her skin, how the knuckles became white with the strength of her grip.
"After that conversation we had, I thought about my decisions a bit more. Erikur doing this only made me wonder more if I-"
"Yes. Yes you should." Serana interrupted with slightly furrowed brows. She had begun to pout and it made Irina laugh only a little.
"What was I going to say, my lady? Enlighten me." Irina asked with a cheeky expression.
Serana moved herself from sitting to the far end of her bed to the edge, where Irina had placed her chair. She folded her hands in her lap and peered down at her with a knowing look, "it made you wonder more, if you should let go of your responsibilty to people. You're the dragonborn, not a messiah. I would rather see people burn if it meant you had chosen your own fate to survive."
Irina felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up at the intensity of the woman's stare, and strict she looked. Obviously, the conversation was a touchy one- for her. Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around? Irina was dumbfounded at the sudden change in the woman.
"Something along those lines, although it was just a thought. Come now, you would allow tamriel to burn for my sake alone? Don't be absurd-"
"I hardly think It's absurd. I've already explained that I... love you." the words were harder and harder to say without her blushing, but she managed this time. "If I had to choose between the province and you, well- I expect you wouldn't like the answer."
"Serana..." Irina said with furrowed brows. Her voice failed her, the elf didn't know how to respond. The grip on the backrest loosened and her questioning eyes were the only things that Serana was allowed to examine with interest. The nord found that her eyes, were round but delicate.
She's mad. How could she sacrifice so much for me?
"You're still shocked. It's almost offending, honestly." Serana said with her head resting in her hand. She examined the elf's features from her safe little bubble and couldn't help but to soften her eyes, the elf was beautiful. The more one examined her features, the more small nuances they would find. How she longed for this woman.
"How can't I be? I've never had anyone else be so vocal about their affection for me, I'm honestly baffled by how sincere you've been the entire time. I find it difficult to wrap my head around." Irina admitted. Her grip returned to the backrest and Serana noticed as it happened, her golden eyes glinted with interest at the woman's admission.
Is she flustered? Could she... no. Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
"So you've been thinking about it often, is what I'm hearing." Serana asked. She lifted her head from her hand peered back the bosmer who seemed to have stared at her in shock at the bold statement. She didn't seem embarrassed at all by it though, she simply looked shocked to find that Serana's words were true.
"I suppose I have been thinking about it- well, no. I am definitely always wondering about it. Isn't that odd?" Irina asked. She was musing aloud now, Serana swallowed deeply and her hands gripped the edge of the bed. It seems that the bosmer was confused about it, that much was obvious.
It was the way Irina had no qualms with admitting such a thing to her. Serana bit her lower lip and released a frustrated sigh, one that caught the elf's attention. In one fluid motion, one that was filled with unusual grace, Serana reached forward and brushed the back of her hand against Irina's cheek only to move her hand along behind her head and bury her hand in her hair.
Irina's eyes wilted and Serana resisted the urge to groan at the sight.
Irina will be the death of me. Is that so bad?
The nord leaned forward and lips pressed against Irina's ear, just as she did to her in Riften. "I want to show you, very badly" Serana admitted with a half-smile "what you do to me. I love everything about you."
She pressed her temple against Irina's and breathed hot air against the shell of her ear. The dragonborn felt her face flush, a pool of heat melted in her stomach and she felt her breath hitch when Serana gently bit her lobe. A gentle nibble, her fangs trailing down her ear as she released the lobe from her mouth.
"I was just thinking about this today too." Irina began slowly, and Serana couldn't help but release a soft groan at the admission. "You think about alot of things shamelessly don't you?" she asked.
"Serana, I don't want to hurt you. I mean, I want you- very much so. But, if you love me-" Irina was cut off by the finger being placed on her lips.
"I only witheld because of the obligations you had to your husband, you don't have one anymore. Is what I gathered from this conversation, right?"
"But even so, your feelings matter to me." Irina deflected back but her flushing cheeks were proof that she was aroused and hoping to all gods that Serana would allow her in her bed. Under the unspoken conditions that there would be no romance between them. Would Serana really accept that? Could she?
She could almost laugh at herself, this would prove to have consequences. She had just a suspicious thought, somewhere in the back of her mind. But it wasn't strong enough to overshadow the way Irina was looking at her.
Your feelings matter to me.
Serana nearly moaned.
The chair was pushed off to the side in a hurry at Serana's invitation.
Irina stood and walked to the bed as she kicked off her soft shoes she wore only inside the manor. The dovahkiin clambered onto the bed while Serana shifted to make room for her. Irina parted the nord's legs and the hand holding her slender thigh made Serana acutely aware of their proximity.
Irina's flush was deep, it showed very obviously. It was a look she'd likely never forget. She swept her own brown hair away from her eyes as she took in Serana's form, her beautiful companion was eager for her- golden eyes stared intensely at Irina. She wanted a quick release, but that's not how Irina wanted to charm her.
Her hand left the nord's thigh, but not before giving it a promising squeeze. Irina watched the nord swallow in anticipation as she slowly crawled over Serana's pliant form and placed hands on either side of the nord's head. The dovahkiin hovered over the pale woman and her orange eyes darted about taking in the details of her expression. Were they really going through with this?
Irina still has some hesitation... I would normally adore that- but I need her to relax.
Serana suppresed a smug smirk- instead she cupped the elf's face with both hands and captured her lips in a gentle kiss. Irina looked hesitant to bed her, but Serana could tell she wanted to- she wanted to badly. Heat surged in both of their faces at their kiss, Irina's sense were turning to mush and leaving her entirely as she began to deepen their connection.
Their breaths became heavier as they kissed, going from gentle to excited in a matter of minutes.
Serana was finally getting to bed Irina, a woman she loved. The nord was going to give her every ounce of pleasure that she deserved. She silently promised herself she would extend her love and admiration for the woman to her body, just to give her a small idea of what Serana feels around her. The way Irina kissed her... Serana pretended that it was with the same love she gave to her. The soft moans she let slip free from her mouth, Serana closed her eyes and savored them.
Irina's perception was a bit different.
She had eyes for the woman for a long time now, so finally getting to sleep with her was one thing. However, knowing the extent of her feelings and knowing that someone cared for her so deeply made the elf dizzy with desire. Irina would make sure Serana knew she was appreciated during this, she would treat her with patience and passion. Irina would bring her a release that would alter her perception of what this supposed to be. She would make it special, at least this once.
I care about her that much. I won't let this be a barbaric fuck-
In the midst of their kissing, the nord brought one hand from cupping the elf's face to the elf's hips, the hand pushed Irina's body down against her own and sighed in bliss at the implied contact.
They broke apart from each other's mouths to focus on the friction their clothes made, normally something like this wouldn't have been so arousing but because it was Serana... somehow the feeling was amplified by ten.
Irina buried her face in the nord's neck and appreciated the softness of her skin with a gentle hum. Pink lips kissed a spot in-between clavicle and jaw, eliciting a whimper. She couldn't help herself, Irina smugly smirked against the woman and rocked her hips with a bit more pressure. What a pleasant noise.
Oh I must hear that again.
"Serana that was lovely. Please do that again..." Irina whispered in her ear, she emphasized her need by giving her a groan that flooded the nord's senses. Serana bit her lower lip, realizing how much more aroused she got when Irina spoke to her in that gentle voice.
The elf's fangs nicked the first layer of skin on Serana's neck and the light sting couple with Irina's gentle kissing made Serana throw her head back into the pillows. Serana gasped and groaned, but her soft little whimper did not return. It was a sound made out of excitment, very hard to replicate and Serana wouldn't even bother to lest she wanted to make a fool out of herself.
"I... don't want to disappoint- that was unintentional." Serana explained with a shiver at the lips pecking all over her neck.
Irina gave another hum against her neck, acknowledging her words. "How I wanted to hear you... That's alright."
The elf began to suck on her neck, she felt the woman beneath her shiver at the sensations being delivered: her hips grinding painfully slow against hers, the peppering of kisses on her neck, and the occasional whisper in her ear of how lovely she was. It was slow and passionate, and Serana would have loved it any other time.
The want and need for a release was a strong urge. She wanted Irina to make her cum but kept her mouth closed to prolong their intimacy, Irina looked to be enjoying herself- and the nord didn't want to sound so needy so early. The bed creaked under their combined weight and Serana allowed herself to sink into the mattress as Irina expertly worked her mouth on her neck.
Just bear with the fact she's going so slow. I'm only going to cum harder-
Her lips moved back to the nord's ear and in a sweet voice said "you're being so patient with me, thank you darling." one hand ghosted over Serana's breast while the other gripped her hip with implications of much needed and desired want. A surprised gasp escaped the nord and she couldn't control herself when Irina shifted a leg in-between her own.
Irina smirked when Serana released another low whimper, and made to kiss her again. Her lips pressed against the nord's with a bit of force, all hints of hesitation were gone.
Serana eagerly kissed her back and introduced her tongue into Irina's mouth.
She nearly lost her composure when Serana had a surge of dominance sweep over her and began to suck on Irina's tongue. A heavy groan escaped the dovahkiin. A pale hand wrapped itself around Irina's throat and squeezed the sides gently, not enough to immediately cut off air but enough for the woman to grow dizzy every few seconds.
Irina felt that her tongue was being drawn in by Serana's mouth and trembled slightly at the sensation. She felt as if the nord were taking her mouth all for herself without letting the bosmer have a say, it was out of character for her but Irina knew that if she kept doing as she pleased Irina was about to let their roles reverse.
Her cheeks were flushed and if Serana had sucked on her tongue for any longer, the elf would have gone limp in her hold.
When they broke apart for air Irina sat up on the nord's stomach and touched her lips with her fingers, a lazy smile etching its way on her countenance, Serana's hand was still squeezing her throat. "I have no idea where that came from, but if you do that again- by all means dear, take me."
Serana groaned at the willingness Irina displayed to be under her hold.
Just as Serana was about to oblige, the bosmer held up a finger in signal to wait. She paused albeit with a frown, but her disappointment was soon replaced with anticipation as she followed the elf's movements.
Irina grabbed a hold of the hem of her own shirt and pulled it up and over her head. She did this a bit slower time around, expecting the woman to stop her again, giving her time to stop them from going in too deep with one another. She was at a point where she still had enough sense to back away from what was to come, nothing good would come from this- Irina knew that, damn it, Serana must have known that.
But it didn't happen.
Just like that, caution was thrown to the wind much like her clothes.
Her shirt and small-clothes were gone, removed at the same time. Bronze skin marred with scars was revealed, a toned flat stomach and the most lovely pair of breasts Serana had ever laid eyes on.
They're light brown, and small. How cute.
The nord propped herself on her elbows to get a better look at her, silently, she mouthed a curse. Her pale hand reached forward and placed her palm on the stomach before her, her fingers traced numerous scars that zigzaged over one another. "How beautiful." she murmured just loud enough for Irina to barely hear her.
A small exhale left Irina when the nord found her breast. She cupped it in her palm and delighted in the way it fit into her hand, and before Serana could stop herself from speaking her mind she whispered "I love you..."
As if the overwhelming embarrassment hadn't rocked Irina with the flush that took over her face- Serana didn't even seem to notice how freely her tongue moved, she leaned forward and took in the nipple in her mouth. She was gentle, she was taking her time- she sucked deeply. From the dragonborn's lips escaped a high sigh.
"Ser... S-Serana."
The nord groaned at the way her name was sung.
Slender fingertips traced the misshapen scar that ran from shoulder to belly while her tongue played with Irina's bud. She pulled back from the bosmer's nipple with a soft groan and placed her mouth where the scar began. Again, before the nord could begin to move on auto-pilot she spoke, "I love your body..."
More heat rushed to Irina's face was plump lips kissed her scar. It was by far the nastiest one on her body, and the most obvious. Irina had always admired it, in a warrior's way. She was never embarrassed about it, until now- Serana admired her in a way that was completely different and the woman cared not for battle or glory, no, she simply cared for Irina.
Irina groaned.
Serana moaned with her and brought her pale hands to her hips, "Irina, let me touch you there, I can hardly wait...-"
"Not yet, darling. I'm too bare for you to make a such request- take your corset off." Irina said with a defiant grin. Serana grunted against her stomach and brought a hand from the bronze hips to her own bodice.
The bosmer reached forward and helped her with her clothes. Serana blushed deeper and deeper when more skin was exposed, not because she was embarrassed but because Irina had kissed every area that was revealed with an eagerness that only fueled the nord's fantasy of her loving her back. Within the minute, Serana's upper body was exposed just as Irina's was.
For good measure the bosmer made work of the nord's belt and threw that to the ground carelessly. Irina placed her palm on the nord's naval and looked at her curiously, Serana bit her lower lip.
Was she going to...?
Irina smiled deviously and shook her head trailing her hand upwards to Serana's exposed breasts. The nord released a whine and rocked her lower body upwards in retaliation.
"You're killing me." Serana said with an arm draped over her eyes. Her lips were pouting, Irina groaned from her throat. "oh I hope so... I want to prolong this for as long as possible."
Irina had loomed over her and taken to burying her face into Serana's now exposed chest. A tongue flicked across pink nipples while simultaneously pinching the hardening bud with her fingers, Irina deeply moaned while swirling the bud in her mouth. The vibration her voice made against her hardened nipple made Serana groan.
"Everytime you brush up against me, I almost give in- It's taking alot of willpower to keep myself in check, I hope you know." Irina said. Her orange eyes caught the silent curse that slipped free from Serana's lips. A small chuckle slipped free from the elf as her mouth continued to play with her nipples, the poor things were stiffened to peaks and Irina began to suck on them more gently but never gave them a moment's rest.
Upon hearing the confession, Serana deviously bucked her hips forward. She could not wait much longer, if she did her orgasm would take forever and the nord was lacking in patience. She had tried to keep herself in check but the words from Irina's lips only gave her motivation to speed this along.
Irina allowed this for a few minutes. She took in every expression the nord made and chuckled, "you're even more beautiful when the need bleeds through you. But, I need you to remain still-" Irina shifted their legs so she had no choice but to remain pliant.
Irina slipped her eyes closed and felt heat travel to her own cheeks, Serana was so eager to attain release. Irina was nowhere near done with her, no- they still had quite awhile before Serana could hope to cum. They couldn't end the fun so soon, they just started. That being said, it was hard to keep her own desires in check.
"Irina, oh..." the nord gasped out. Her back was beginning to sweat lightly at the shared heat between them, Irina had changed her approach to playing with the woman's chest and sucked on the nipples deeply until she released them with a light plop. Repeating the process over and over.
They hurt... but, they feel even better when she kisses them after. Damn it... I want this woman so badly.
Serana shamefully thought. There came a point when no matter the amount of kisses Irina gave her, her nipples became sensitive to the touch. Sharp gasps and whimpers told Irina to retreat from the abused buds and to start appreciating the rest of her breasts, until she could come back to them.
Serana didn't know how long Irina went about kissing and sucking at her breasts, but purple bruises littered her chest and her nipples were throbbing and stiff. The cold air did nothing to help with the sensation. Serana merely laid on the bed with her jaw slack, she felt Irina use the tips of her fingers to rub the sensitive buds in slow circles.
A deep sigh escaped Serana's throat. She bucked her hips forward again, earning a groan and a light pinch from the bosmer. The pain made Serana whimper in delight, and give another thrust of her hips. "My sweet lady, how are we to prolong this when you keep trying to push yourself to the edge? Patience is a virtue." Irina murmured in her ear.
"I could come just from this, Irina. I'm really trying but you're so..." she trailed off unsure of what to say.
"I'm what, my dear?" Irina asked.
Serana merely blushed and shook her head, Irina gave a fake disapproving hum and pinched her nipple a little harder than last time. The pain jolted the woman and she arched her back in response.
"Irina! Be careful." Serana whined in pleasure, but Irina could see the pain was bit stronger than before.
A gentle featherlight kiss was given to the abused bud and Irina nodded against her chest, "I'm sorry, dear." Irina placed a kiss to her lips in apology, one that made the nord blush deeply. She moaned against Serana's lips and peppered light kisses back down to her chest. Serana wanted nothing more than for the woman to relieve her of her slacks, she was growing impatient.
"Irina, won't you go any farther?" Serana pleaded.
"How impatient, Serana. You don't want my hands here anymore?" Irina asked. Her palm covered the pink nipple and applied light pressure to move in slow circles. The nord grunted and shook her head, "Irina, for the love of...please-"
Serana gasped when the elf's free hand slipped underneath the nord's waistband. Irina sighed in bliss and threw her head back at the warmth that greeted her fingers. Irina retreated from her breast and used that hand to travel underneath her own slacks, Serana watched with admiration at show presented to her.
The dragonborn pleasuring both herself and Serana. Everything good that the nord felt, she could see that Irina was also feeling the same.
She ground her hips upwards against the hand that pleased her. She was close, once she came the dovahkiin would get to experience her own release as well. She would make sure of it. Her moans were beginning to become louder, Serana could feel the warmth pooling into her stomach and the tightness of her muscles.
Her breath hitched when she felt two fingers enter her wet entrance, another curse slipped from the nord's lips, this time out loud and for Irina to groan in response to. Her thick fingers pressed against her walls and kept pushing against the spot that made Serana clench her stomach.
I'm going to cum, Irina is going to make me cum.
Her hips lifted themselves from the bed as Irina's hand moved rapidly over her clit, while her fingers explored her. Serana hissed in pleasure and grabbed onto Irina's shoulders as she was getting closer and closer. Their labored breathing and gentle moans was definitely helping the nord come closer to the edge, she was so close.
"Irina... yes, please keep going. I'm going to cum... Irina." Serana sighed in bliss. Her eyes were beginning to water at the pleasure being received, she buried her face into Irina's neck and groaned at the coming release.
"You are just... absolutely lovely." Irina grunted in her ear. She craned her neck to capture the nord's lips in a firm kiss, one that entirely too possesive and needy. Unlike her usual self. Serana could only half pay attention to that though, her senses were overloaded the moment Irina had begun to speak and the kiss was the thing to bring her over the edge.
Serana gripped Irina's shoulders tightly and felt the release she longed for overtake her body. A long stretched out moan erupted from her throat, and it was all swallowed by the elf.
Her breathing was slowly evening out and she longed to do the same for the dovahkiin but felt that every fiber of her being screamed for rest.
Slowly, the dovahkiin gently lowered the woman so she could relax herself on the bed. Serana's arms wrapped around Irina's neck and her legs squeezed the woman's sides, she was clinging to the bosmer in a loving and needy embrace. It looks like Irina wasn't allowed to go anywhere else anytime soon.
"You're going to drive me mad, Irina. That was even better than I could have imagined." Serana admitted in a hushed voice, her lips brushed against Irina's beckoning her for a gentle kiss. The dovahkiin obliged her wishes and slipped her eyes closed.
As they gently kissed one another Irina took notice of the tired hands wandering up to her own chest and massaging her mounds.
Slowly the bosmer pulled back from their kiss, smiling at the tiny whine coming from Serana. "you don't have to, Serana. I can see you're absolutely exhausted, which means I did something right." Irina said with a cheeky grin.
Serana couldn't have been mad at that she merely scoffed, "you did everything right. But, are you sure? I want to give you the same-"
Irina cut her off with a chaste kiss.
"I promise you, you made this entire experience a memorable one. Simply watching your reactions was enough for me." as she pulled away from the woman the bosmer made to untangle herself from Serana, with hands gently prying the arms from her neck- just to give her her space. She didn't plan to leave the room just yet but Serana seemed to have thought so.
Just as Irina was about to climb off of her, the nord reached forward hurriedly and took a hold of her forearm. Irina tilted her head to the side in confusion, "wait... Irina- would you lay here with me?" Serana asked with furrowed brows. The poor nord looked a bit afraid, that they had such a wonderful time and that Irina would saunter away. Irina blushed.
I wasn't planning on leaving you, sweet woman. But since you make such a convincing arguement.
"Of course, keep in mind we'll need a bath soon- you can return the favor then, if you like." Irina said with tired voice. She settled herself next to the nord and draped a lazy arm over the woman's body, her hand held onto the woman's waist- she liked the feeling of her soft skin beneath her calloused palm.
Serana blushed at the implication that they would bathe together. She felt more heat rush to her face when she realized that she would get to do as she pleased with easy access to Irina's body.
"You are going to drive me mad." Serana said with a sigh.
"You're saying that as if you're the only one who feels that way." Irina said with a chuckle. Her orange eyes were closed so she didn't see the widened eyes of Serana staring back at her with hope. Did she...? No. Irina wouldn't have said it in such a cryptic way. Serana was getting too ahead of herself.
"Tell me what you feel, then." Serana asked boldly.
She would waste no time with vagueness, and she also wouldn't blame the elf for this. Serana wanted to savor Irina while she still could, now that she was a free woman. Not officially, not yet. But her dope of a husband had already set the plan in motion and while that doesn't guarantee a budding romance- it would be without guilt on Serana's end.
Irina opened her eyes and stared back at the nord, she looked contemplative. "you remember our conversation at the docks, Serana." the woman said with a small frown. The hand on Serana's waist twitched only a little, the nord could feel it.
"I asked how you feel. I won't hold this over your head- I wanted this even more than you did." Serana said with a half-chuckle to lighten the atmosphere.
Irina released a small sigh and relaxed against the bed, there was a steady silence between them before the dovahkiin opened her mouth to speak, "I wouldn't know how to word it, I'm not..." Irina hesitated but the nord's intent gaze made her clear her throat, "I haven't changed my views on how I live my life."
Serana looked disappointed at how she avoided the question, the nord gave an understanding nod and made to retreat from her light embrace but Irina kept her in place.
The dovahkiin's hand traveled from her waist to her cheek, Irina brushed black hair behind the nord's ear giving her a once-over. Serana could see her eyes linger on her lips and brought her gaze to the woman's orange eyes, "you don't have to say anything you're not ready to-"
"and I won't." Irina spoke in a hushed voice before capturing the nords lips in a gentle kiss. Serana made a sound of surprise at the sudden intimacy, the bosmer deepened their kiss by using her tongue to dart in and around Serana's mouth.
The pale nord gripped the woman's hips and found herself breathing deeply when they pulled apart.
"I... I care deeply for you- I can't say if it's love but, like I said. Your feelings matter to me."
Was this her way of a confession? Or does she truly not know? Oh... What does it matter, that won't change anything.
Serana cupped her cheek, and kissed her briefly. "Thank you."