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A Little Comfort	By : ShadowMeld Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 4274 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ronthil may have been worried about his abilities with women after his apparent drought, but the Dragonborn was seeing no faults with his technique. It was quite a sight to see another person looking up at you with such abject desperation, those lovely eyes pleading to only get a taste of what you and only you can offer.

His lips were rubbing over the moist fabric clinging so closely to her sex; kissing, laving over her soft folds. And how his hands trembled… stroking her thighs, his body tight with the tension of desire that lay heavy and frustrated between his legs. But such a good boy, not to do anything about it. His whole focus was instead on pleasing her, and just the sight of it was satisfying. That agile mouth was so sweetly exploring her, running over her shape, sucking at the saturated fabric, and she actually started when he nudged her thighs more open and suckled at her hood.

Oblivion, the elf was sweet and eager. He glanced up just once more before some of his searching fingers finally pulled the fragile fabric of her smalls aside. His moan was audible before he leaned in again and ran that nimble tongue over her sensitive flesh. Ronthil didn’t need any prompting to lick and suck her sore, dripping folds. The Dragonborn ran her hands through his soft hair, gripping tight when the Bosmer pulled her fleshy hood back with a finger and began licking her swollen clit.

Her voice came out in a growled sob as the eager little mer began to work that tender pearl under his lips and tongue. He pleasured like he needed it, like he craved feeling her come beneath him. For a brief moment his mouth went away as he worked to remove the rest of her smalls, but still his thumb was rolling that hard, aching clit under its hood. It was enough to make her toes curl, and she could only purr and stroke his soft mane in approval.

With him licking, sucking, feasting on her it did not take long for the Lady to reach her peak. When she came she moaned, clutching him tight just before she released the Bosmer. She caught her breath slowly, her gaze falling to the squirming wood elf between her legs, noticing quite pointedly his unsteady breaths and visibly tented robes.

Cuter still was the way the Bosmer started and blushed when he noticed her looking, the embarrassed mer making quite a show of closing his legs and trying to push his aching arousal down. It was obvious Ronthil was unsure of the welcome of his needs. Likely he was used to pleasuring others and expecting no such pleasure in return.

Oh she liked the idea of her Bosmer aching, sweet and trembling before her in arousal, but she did not intend to be cruel to the sweet mer this time. Not when he was so wonderfully obedient.

“Are you aching, my lovely vassal?” the Dragonborn purred, careful fingers rubbing over the sensitive tip of one elven ear. It was not something the Bosmer was expecting, and it was clear the lithely build male elf was helplessly overwhelmed by the sensation.

Tears were gathering in Ronthil’s pretty eyes, and the mer so exquisitely whimpered as he nodded his desperate assent. “Yes, my Lady. P-please… I… Divines… I’ll be so good, I promise…” that soft voice choked, his lithe body twisting in terrible frustration.

My those ears had to be sensitive, to have the pretty mer weeping simply at a touch. Poor dear. “Then take off your clothes, Ronthil. I want to see you.”

She finally stopped teasing that pointed ear, and Ronthil groaned, his cheeks dark with color as he began getting unsteadily to his feet. If the mer’s hands had been uncertain undressing her, they were even more so when it came to taking his loose robes off to show her his body. The insecurity was endearing, and the Dragnoborn patted his thigh to show her approval as slowly the Bosmer male dropped his coverings.

Dear Ronthil was quite hard indeed. A pretty cock, slender and fine like the Bosmer himself rose eagerly from between the nervous elf’s quivering legs. His lively hands moved to try and cover his arousal again, but the lady firmly knocked the fidgeting limbs away. She wanted to see him, and purred as he took in the swollen cock, watching a tender rivulet of moisture slipping down from the twitching tip.

Those glowing eyes looked on her both fearful and expectant as the Dragonborn eased the Bosmer astride her lap again. From his angle he was just slight enough that she looked down onto the features of his fine face, and the nervousness in that lovely gaze made her smile.

She rubbed the male elf’s thigh a bit as she let him ache and settle. He was twitching underneath her hands, like a nervous mare on her first mount. He didn’t seem to know if she would be cruel or kind, and seemed stuck trembling as her gentle hands rubbed up and down his sweat slick body. She took in his reactions as her hand roamed up his uneasy flanks, felt him hiss when her skilled fingers perused a stiff male nipple. She pinched the small brown bud when he moaned, licked her fingers and rubbed it until she felt his breath go short.

Only then did she shift her attention elsewhere, this time returning to the pointed ear that had so aroused him earlier. Her inquisitive fingers traced over the edge, making the excited mer jolt, and the reaction readily pleased the Lady. If he reacted so sweetly to fingers, she had to see how he responded to the wet caress of a tongue. His moan was ragged, as if torn from deepest torment when she licked there. She could feel the tension in him, as half of his body seemed to want to run away from the intensity of sensation. Oh, but it took such a good boy to stay there, to offer his sensitive parts even when it was almost too much to bear.

It was then that the lady finally wrapped her hand around his swollen shaft, and Ronthil actually sobbed in his desire. Her hand was wet, strong and assertive as it started to milk the aching length between his legs.

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His lady was so kind. So generous to give him pleasure. Vingalmo had never deigned to touch him like this. Ronthil would find always have to find his own satisfaction afterwards, and it was so hard when he didn’t have any place to himself. But she was nice, touched him, even if it was almost too much to take. His breath was hot, and trembling and her mouth playing with his sensitive ear seemed to have nearly a direct line of access to his cock.

He was just so grateful, and couldn’t stop his moans of praise of whispered entreaties as that tight, wet hand worked up and down upon his cock. Oh that sweet woman, she made it slick, made it good. No one had ever been so nice to him, and her subtle kisses…

They broke his heart. He came, crying out into her gentle shoulder, holding his precious lady tight. The Bosmer was out of breath as he slowly came down from that high, still trembling with aftershocks as he pressed close.

“Drink from me.”

Ronthil started, pulling back and looking confused as he stared at the more powerful vampire. The woman who had enjoyed him, and even pleasured him in return. “I…I couldn’t…”

“I fed recently, it will not harm me. You’re mine now, Ronthil, and once you feed from me everyone will know it. Don’t you want to be mine?”

She didn’t have to ask. “More than anything.”

“Then do it.”

Ronthil didn’t question her again. He simply sank his teeth in and closed his eyes as he drank deeply. Power and warmth flooded his mouth, his heart, his body and finally his soul. The Bosmer couldn’t remember feeling so good and so safe since becoming a vampire. And he knew immediately that he would do anything for this woman. He wanted her comfort, her protection so much… wanted this woman. His Dragonborn.
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