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The Tenth Hold	By : Singalmo Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 23706 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Vera was sitting up on the bed, waiting patiently when Seved entered the room. He smiled as he crossed the room, pausing briefly to pull something out of his pack before sitting on the bed beside her. She scooted closer to him as he made himself more comfortable. He slipped his arm around her and pulled her close to him, his other hand reaching up to stroke her face. Gods, she was a beautiful girl. The sort that Imperial poets write great odes to, that the painters and sculptors would kill to have as a muse. Sweet and innocent and pure, the epitome of Imperial beauty. He almost felt bad for what he was about to do to her. Almost.

“Are you alright?” He brushed a stray wisp of raven hair out of her face.

“I’m feeling a little better.” She blushed. “It was so... violent... so sudden. And then, then you started to kiss Nilvari and... What she had, I wanted it. I don’t know why. Even with all of that awfulness going on...” She leaned a little into his hand. “I shouldn’t be jealous... I’m just a girl...”

“You are a girl, barely a woman, and that is why you were jealous.” He smiled, stroking her cheek. “The moods of girls and young women are as turbulent as Kynareth’s domain. Most women tend to calm with age, but not all. Your jealousy is normal.” He kissed her forehead. “And I had forgotten how tempestuous young girls can be. In the moment, I was so heated, I forgot. I am sorry. So here I am now. It will be just us for a while. No one else.”

“Just us?”

“Just us, my little doe.” He smiled warmly. “A beauty such as you should never be despoiled so violently. Look at you, you are the beauty that the poets of Cyrodiil write about, putting on pedestals and singing praise to. You are the muse that any artist would kill to have.” He pulled her into his lap again, grinning. “And here you are in my arms, my little doe.” She giggled again and blushed. He cupped her face in his hand and pulled her into a gentle kiss. He almost felt himself melt as his lips met hers. They were perfect, so nicely full. She had so much to learn and he would be thrilled to teach her. He slowly pulled back from the kiss, smiling at her. She gasped softly, her chest rising and falling sharply with her breath. She was ready, so very ready, but he wanted to savor this one.

“Seved...” He brushed his lips against hers again to quiet her, smiling. Again they kissed. She grew a little bolder and he encouraged it. He deepened their kiss, his tongue gently probing her lips. His hands slowly began to wander, gently caressing her small body. He was rewarded with little gasps and moans of pleasure as his hands began to explore her. She kicked off her shoes and his hand strayed toward her feet. They were tiny, hardly bigger than his hands and he grinned into the kiss, gently caressing her tiny feet. She giggled and squirmed as he tickled them a bit. He chuckled softly and his hand moved back upward, now under her dress, caressing the silky skin of her legs. He felt her tug at his tunic and he slowly withdrew his hands, reluctant to stop touching her, but she should explore too. He shed his tunic and let her get a good look before her hands started to explore him.

Her touch was hesitant at first, then slowly more confident, her hands tiny and soft compared to his own. He smiled as she found various scars on his torso. She looked at each, then at him as her fingers slowly traced each one. He answered her wordless questions. An angry Khajiit outside of Balmora. A knife fight outside of a tavern owned by what was left of house Telvani. A barroom brawl in Anvil. A lash from a loose rope during a storm just off the coast of the Summerset Isles. An Argonian that tried to cheat him at dice. An old Orc that he had helped to find a good death. A burn that never healed right from Helgen, where he’d been caught just briefly in the dragon’s breath. A slice from the tooth of the first dragon he’d killed outside of Whiterun. She was amazed at him. Each line a reminder of something that he had done, that he had lived through. He watched her face and smiled. She was in awe of him, entranced by who he was. Yes, he could make her his own.

Now it was his turn and he would take things slowly. He loosened the lacings in her dress, letting it fall more loosely about her. She blushed hard and he kissed her softly, reassuring her. He whispered sweet things in her ear as he slowly pushed the garment off of her shoulders, exposing more of her skin. She giggled a little as he softly kissed her neck, the breath from his nostrils tickling her so she cringed and squeaked a little. He gently slid the garment further down, exposing her breasts. He helped her to get her arms out so they were free. She started to cover herself but he stopped her, smiling. He admired her for a long moment before his hands found what they were after. Soft, bare flesh, the small orbs were not quite a handful for him, but he knew they would grow a bit more. She let out a surprised moan as his fingers brushed her nipple. He grinned and laid her back on the bed, his fingers gently toying with her nipples. She squirmed under his touch and moaned, surprised at her own sensitivity. He leaned down and softly kissed her breasts. So perfect and perky. It was one of the reasons he liked girls this age, just at the cusp of womanhood. Each was different, and you could see what they were going to grow into as they got older. Which would stay small, which would grow larger, which would be skinny, which would grow plump and perfect for cuddling up to when you wanted something to really get your hands on. But at this age, so fresh and innocent, untouched, they were perfect.

He kissed her nipples, sucking very lightly, which made her moan sharply and squirm more. Slowly, he worked her dress further down, to the tops of her hips, then to the middle, then almost to the bottom, but he stopped there, just before her nethers were exposed. He kissed his way down her body, caressing the newly exposed flesh of her hips. She blushed hard as he kissed the top of her mound. He found most women to be quite reactive in this spot, particularly to fingers and lips. The way you could tease without actually touching anything naughty. He’d learned that in that summer he’d spent as a servant of the house Hlalu. The matriarch and her daughter both were quite sensitive in that spot. He loved the way he could instantly put them in the mood if he just brushed his fingers against it. Naturally, Vera’s hips raised a little as he kissed her mound, that instinctive bucking that screams for attention. He slid the dress down and finally off of her, grinning. She blushed harder as he caressed and spread her legs. She smelled divine.

She gasped as he buried his face in her fresh womanhood and followed that with a long moan as he lapped at her. How much he loved the way a virgin girl tasted! So fresh and sweet! He did not stop, could not stop. Not yet. He had to bring her to that fullness of pleasure. She had to learn. He suckled the sensitive little nub, flicking his tongue across it. Her moans rose sharply in pitch and he knew she could be heard well outside the room like this. He wouldn’t stop, not yet. He did not stop devouring her. He grunted, his member throbbing now, ready to pierce her, but not yet. Just a little longer. She squirmed violently, almost as though trying to get away from him. She was close, and sensitive. So very close. Just a little more. She wailed in pleasure and surprise as her first orgasm washed over her body, making her tremble. He grabbed her legs tightly and held her in place as he kept lapping at her, making her ride out that wave of pleasure fully. At last he pulled back, licking his lips. He picked up a white cloth that he’d left on the bed and used a corner to wipe his face. Then he slid it under her. She looked a little confused but he put his finger to her lips, smiling. Slowly he unfastened his pants and slid out of them, leaving himself naked before her. He took that moment of her admiration to do some admiring of his own, taking in all of her form.

He slowly laid on top of her, holding himself up above her so as not to smother her small body with his much larger frame. He rested his throbbing manhood against her opening. He lightly rubbed its length against her slit, letting her feel their closeness before he pulled back fully and then pushed forward again, pressing the tip to her entrance. She gasped. He would need to go slowly or he would do more than pierce her maidenhead. Slow, short thrusts, pressing against her. He leaned down to kiss her neck and whisper to her, bidding her to relax. Slowly, he felt her start to give way, ready to accept him. The tip slid inside readily and he felt the resistance. He bid her relax, breathe slowly. It may hurt, but it will pass. She nodded, ready. He pulled back.

He let out a deep, rumbling moan as he entered her, sinking in to the hilt. She gasped and her arms wrapped around him by pure instinct. That was good. Gods she was so tight! He kept his movements short and slow, letting her get used to the feeling of him inside her. Each movement brought out another moan of pleasure from her, if there was pain, it subsided quickly. He admired her as he moved so gently in her. She was not quite his just yet. That would change. He pulled back further, his thrusts growing longer, a little faster, a little harder. She moaned louder. He moaned with her, happily sliding in and out of her, his strokes getting longer, faster.

“Ohh, Vera! My little doe!” He kissed her breasts. He shifted his weight, cradling her in his arms and thrusting in earnest. He felt her clench around him as he drew her to another orgasm. He moaned louder as she did. Gods that felt so perfect! He didn’t stop. He wasn’t ready yet. Not yet. He grunted as she clung to him, her body spasming beneath him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and it pushed him deeper into her. Harder, faster, deeper. He felt his body begin to tighten. Not yet, he didn’t want to come yet. He willed himself to hold on through another climax. She milked him so perfectly without even knowing it. Her pleasure was growing faster now. Yes, this would work perfectly. Let them come together. He did not stop, could not stop. She felt so perfect, wrapped around him as she was. So close now! Almost there!

She wailed as another wave of pleasure washed over her. He roared in triumph as he released his seed into her, riding out his own pleasure and making her ride out her own at the same time. He pressed his hips against hers, grinding gently as he finished, panting hard. He grinned down at her. She was blushing hard and smiling. He kissed her softly and she did not resist him. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled out of her, letting her body empty as it willed onto the white cloth beneath her. He gently wiped her clean with it, then himself. He tossed the cloth in a seemingly idle fashion. He knew where it would land. He collapsed back onto the bed, panting softly. He welcomed her as she cuddled up to him, pulling her into his arms. She panted softly, resting her head on his chest. She was his now. He could feel it. They lay there in silence for some time, she atop him, he cradling her.

“Seved...” She looked up at him, half whispering, half moaning. “I want more. I want to know more...”

“Vera...” He chuckled softly, almost soundlessly, and caressed her body. “You will get more. You just have to give me a few minutes.” He chuckled again as she started to pout. He caressed her gently, squeezing her lovely, round rump. “Patience, woman.” She squeaked and he slipped his hand between her legs. She gasped as he stroked her womanhood. A little effort and patience on his part, and he’d have what he wanted, too.
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