Writing is hard when you have certain scenes already planned out but then have to create a sequence of events so that that THING happens.
I digress.
I have more responsibilities that should I be doing right now, but no. Procrasinations strong within me.
This is just porn. So... yeah.
Nasty ass.
The little reciprocation that Irina was talking about. TEEHEE.
Irina had no intention of sleeping, she just needed a short rest.
She had fallen asleep anyway.
Serana lay on her back with the dovahkiin nestled into her side, one pale arm held the woman close to her side while the other draped itself over her eyes. A gentle rise and fall of Irina's back, some puffs of air, and a bronze arm draped over Serana's belly were the only sensations the nord cared to be cognizant of.
She swore she could still feel her cheeks ablaze. Or perhaps that was the temperature of her home? Serana didn't know. Having the bosmer so relaxed against her and feeling the faint twitch of her fingers kept the nord at bay, she'd been awake for a few minutes and had intentions to bathe but she remembered Irina's words and decided to wait for the bosmer to rise as well.
A deep exhale left her lips and she unconsciously traced her fingers up and down the line of Irina's back. Surprisingly, her back had minimal scarring. Fingers glided across smooth skin with an appreciative slow motions. This caused the dovahkiin to make a noise from somewhere in the back of her throat, instinctively her hand flexed and held onto the nord's hip. Serana bit down on her lower lip at the firmness of her grip, internally the woman rolled her eyes at herself.
I finally got her in bed and now I'm restless for more. I am hopeless.
"...rana?" Irina murmured tiredly against her chest. Her voice had been just a little hoarse and Serana thought it to be nothing short of adorable.
"Irina?" Serana echoed back teasingly. Her hand stopped its movements and settled on top of her shoulder, her fingers absently moving over scarred tissue. The dovahkiin released a silent breath of air and nestled herself further into Serana's chest, the nord could feel her eyelashes blink against her skin. Warmth rushed to her cheeks again.
A moment passed and then two, Serana wondered if the woman decided to sleep once more. It was unlike the nord to be so carefree with their time, perhaps it was her own selfish nature that throwed caution to the wind. Irina was by her side, as a lover... of sorts. She wanted to prolong that for as long as possible.
"We need to bathe." Irina said with a dejected sigh.
"We must bathe." Serana agreed.
Serana sunk herself deep within the water, burying herself into the warmth. When she finally poked her head out, her black hair stuck to her cheeks and neck. Irina gave her a once-over and smirked to herself, the nord caught her gaze and felt somethng within her stir.
You can return the favor then, if you like.
Her manor was impressive, a sizeable home, with an even more sizeable bath. The depth wasn't terrible, made to fit Irina's shorter stature, the water came up to her clavicle while for Serana it went just under her breasts. She couldn't imagine how much of a fortune had gone into building this. There was a ledge as well, to sit on. Serana noted how the elf shifted to sit on the ledge and reveal those perfect breasts that Serana had longed to see.
It was uncharacteristically too luxurious. Irina had never been one to use her wealth in such a manner.
Ah.
She'd already forgotten about Erikur, he was probably the one who had this built in the first place. For the two of them, certainly.
A twing of jealousy racked through the nord's spine but she controlled it well. Serana swept her hair back behind her head, similar in the manner that Irina does and moved closer to the dovahkiin. Irina watched her expectantly, her eyes locked onto Serana's but the nord caught the stray glances downwards to her breasts.
"You're shameless." Serana said as she towered over the dovahkiin. A delighted hum left the woman's lips, her orange eyes moved over Serana's chest and took great satisfaction in seeing the bruises she'd left.
"About you? Certainly." Irina replied smoothly. Serana inhaled deeply and rolled her eyes with a grin, the bosmer smiled back, a smile full of warmth. Her next words were caught up in her throat when the nord's hand placed itself on her neck, her grip was light but it was also just enough for the breath to leave Irina.
Her wilted eyes and parted lips made Serana feel a surge of dominance. Slowly, she bent forward and captured the woman's lips in her own. The water helped glide their lips effortlessly over one another, Serana groaned at the willingness the dragonborn displayed. Just a few hours ago, Irina had been cruelly teasing her. She took so much pleasure in watching Serana squirm. Now, the woman draped her arms around the nord's neck and eagerly pressed her body against her.
How shameless.
Although, Serana couldn't deny that she was also just as eager.
Her grip tightened just a tad and Irina released a moan that made Serana echo it in bounless desire. The nord pulled back for air, but not before biting at the woman's lower lip. Irina rested her chin on Serana's chest and stared up at her in awe, it was a new gaze. Serana drank up every single second of it.
The water hid their lower halves but not for much longer. The thrice forsaken barrier of their slacks were in the way last time, simply because Irina had wanted to spend so much time on teasing her. Once the nord was close to release, Irina didn't bother to take the time to remove them- she just wanted to please her and quickly.
But now.
Now they had nothing obstructing anything from view. How did the nord wish to take her? There were many lewd thoughts running through her mind, she could have the woman lay back onto the upper ledge of the bath with Serana still inside the bath and but with her fingers entering her. The thought of her slender fingers deep inside her made the dovahkiin's lip tremble.
A devious glint appeared in her eyes and her hand left Irina's neck to cup her plump backside, a soft gasp left the elf while Serana used her strength to hoist the woman up out of the water. "I didn't realize you had such strength, Serana." Irina said with a half-chuckle.
"You're just light, love." Serana murmured as she gently kissed the dovahkiin. A soft moan left Irina's mouth at the 'love' and made to put more force into their kiss but made a sound of surprise when the nord set her at the edge of the bath. Water droplets ran down the woman's stomach and arms, mostly coming from her damp hair.
Like this, Irina loomed over Serana but there was no transfer in control. Pale hands placed themselves on her knees and gently spread her legs apart, "Serana..." Irina breathed. Her hands gripped the edge of the bath, anticipating what was to come. At seeing her sex the nord bit her own lip and muttered a curse. Her eyes wanted to appreciate everything that was displayed before her but... she couldn't keep her eyes away from the center of Irina's legs.
"You are beautiful, everywhere." Serana said. Her hands gripped Irina's legs tighter, barely restraining herself. Irina's breaths were becoming heavier in anticipation, she remained still but had a difficult time restraining herself to not beg for the nord to begin. Pale fingers moved from her knees to her inner thigh and raked a possessive, yet gentle, scratch down the inside of her legs.
She relished in the slight twitch of muscle beneath her fingers. Serana licked her lips and chuckled deeply, "I don't have your patience for teasing, but I'll try to stretch this for longer, for you."
Without any hesitation, the nord pressed her lips to Irina's sex. The bosmer sighed in bliss and leaned back onto her elbows, the pleasure taking her by surprise. No other woman had done this before, and no other person had done this so expertly as Serana. Erikur had done this act many times, for the sake of her pleasure. He may have been horrendous at every other affair, but when it came to pleasing women... He knew his way around the female form.
However, Serana was taking this to a completely different level. Her tongue ran up and down her slit, tasting her and praising her. Her hands caressed her thighs, where Erikur's would remain in one spot. Serana shamelessly moaned into Irina's center when the elf's voice began to rise into a higher pitch.
"You're fantastic." Irina breathed out.
A delighted hum came from Serana, one hand moving to hold onto Irina's. Their fingers interlaced, and Serana gently moaned when she tasted more of Irina. She was so aroused and so quickly, was it that Serana was skilled in this or could it be a more emotional factor at play? Or perhaps both? Her free hand inched toward the apex of her legs, gently prying one leg a bit farther so her fingers could reach their goal.
The choked wine that came from Irina made Serana bite back a deep moan of her own. Her middle finger entered her easily, gods. Irina lay on her back fully, her hips canted upwards against Serana's mouth. Her free hand that Serana did not hold went to her breast squeezing her nipple and massaging the mound.
Her finger explored her, poking and massaging- stroking and pumping. One finger turned into two and her lips ghosting over her clit brought Irina to the edge. A small noise left the bosmer, one that Serana was sure she had mistakenly heard. She paused for just a moment, her golden eyes peering up at the flustered dovahkiin. A small grunt escaped Irina and she pressed her sex against Serana's lips once again.
"Serana... do not stop, not now." Irina groaned in a half-commanding and half-pleading tone.
The nord gently licked at her clit for a moment before she glanced up at Irina, "what did you say, just now?" Serana asked her. Her voice muffled from the flesh surrounding her. Irina's cheeks burned scarlet before she reluctantly repeated herself.
"Take me, Serana."
There were hardly any words left between them after that. Serana had to hold the woman in place by hooking an arm under her thighs, her mouth gently sucked on the elf's clit, moving slowly and deliberately. Her fingers had slowed their pace but instead of going for continuous pumps, the nord curved her fingers and pressed against her walls before dragging her fingers down and then entering her again.
Needless to say, Irina came.
Her eyes were lost and faraway as she caught her breath. Serana slowly exited her, placing feather-light kisses along her thighs and naval. "I don't think I'd ever came so hard before. What are you doing to me?" Irina breathed out. She propped herself back on her forearms and moved into a sitting position. Serana's ego must have been through the roof, she placed her head on the elf's muscled leg and ran her fingertips along the length of her thigh.
"I'm so glad I did such a good job my first time. Men always complain about women being so difficult to please, I just did what I wanted to do." Serana said with a sheepish smile.
"No man, could ever compare to what you did just now." Irina reassured, her hand burying itself into black locks. The smile that grew on Serana's face made the bosmer's chest fill with warmth, so much so that she lost her breath.
"How did you ever fall in love with someone like me?" Irina wondered aloud. The question caught Serana off-guard and her smile faltered, the woman rose from the elf's leg and stared at her with a questioning look.
"That's a silly question, you are... a marvel. I look at you and am always impressed, in shock, in awe... It also helps your case that you're so damn beautiful. I hadn't bothered to look at a woman twice until you. I'm sure other women feel the same-"
"You spout all this flattery so easily." Irina said with cheeks tinted a light pink.
"Because I mean it, and I often fantasized of how I would tell you all these things." Serana admitted with a sheepish shrug.
"Does this fit a scenario?" Irina asked curiously.
"No, It's much better." Serana said with a merry voice. She leaned forward and captured Irina's lips in her own. A tender, gentle kiss. Serana closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around the elf's waist bringing her closer, she hoped to no god in particular that the hands that cupped her cheeks were caressing them in a manner that was loving. Not lustful.