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A Stronger Hold	By : ShadowMeld Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 7600 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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That seemed all that it took, as Durash found herself abruptly clinging to Kharzu for other reasons as the larger woman carried her over to the bed. It wasn’t large, but it was plenty big enough when Kharzu was on top of her, Hands drifting to the closures on her tunic. Durash tried to help, only to have Kharzu quite firmly knock her hands away from where she was at work.
“None of that. You have been a terrible tease Durash. So lie back, because I like to take my time opening my presents.”
Durash wanted to say something. About being a warrior, or about being chief. But all she could manage with Kharzu’s experienced hands on her was a muffled bout of whimpers. The chief moaned as Kharzu lingered over every inch of her.
As she worked on the ties at Durash’s throat they kissed, the forgewoman’s mouth dominating her own briefly before she moved that mouth to peruse her jaw. When those lips brushed over the sensitive tips of her ear she thought she’d reached Oblivion. Careful tusks nipped at their fine points before they were sucked into a vigorous mouth and the chief thought the points had to be directly connected with her clit.
Kharzu wasn’t done yet though, as her mouth migrated down to Durash’s throat, licking and sucking the sensitive territory. All the time her hands were not idle. She’d removed Durash’s tunic and her own somehow and now they were pressed even more tightly together. The chief found her hands guided to a set of ample breasts, and she eagerly caressed over the offering even as strong hands perused her own.
An expert flick over the erected nubs on her chest made her arch, and she tried to duplicate it with Kharzu’s dark nipples. At the very least she felt a breath hitch against her throat, and it encouraged her to try again, rolling the stiff points between her fingers until she felt the other woman brush a hot sex against her thigh.
The chief smiled, bringing her leg up to give her wife something to rub against, satisfied at how Kharzu had gone just a bit breathless against her throat. But the forgewoman wouldn’t be distracted for long, as soon she lifted up and away a bit, and Durash’s eyes went wide as she felt Kharzu’s hands go to the hem of her breeches.
Her forgewife’s grin was as dark and feral as she had ever seen it, and Durash already knew she would both love and hate what was going to happen next. Even though her thighs were shaking the chief let her wife begin to peel down the tight fitting leather. Now all she had to hide her was a scrap of underclothing, and it did very little to make her feel less naked when Kharzu put strong hands on her knees and brought her thighs apart so she could see her. It was almost worse than being nude when she looked down and saw the material soaked and near transparent with her moisture. Her wife could see the dark curls saturated with cream, and hot blush of folds flushed with arousal.
Though it seemed to please Kharzu, as one of those too knowing hands rubbed against her trembling inner thigh, her thumb brushing against hem of the soaked cotton fabric. That finger traced over the soft outline of her outer labia, moving over all of her delicate places and leaving Durash quivering beneath her.
Without warning Kharzu’s finger pressed between those saturated folds and under the hood, rolling the little treasure it found there. The thin veil of fabric was not enough to keep the chief from howling as her wife rubbed her good and hard in a firm circle, a hot mouth embracing the tender point of one nipple as finally the young chief came under her.
The smith didn’t let go, but stroked more gently as Durash’s body bucked with orgasm. Kharzu was dragging it out, toying with her carefully as she became intolerably sensitive for a few moments. Durash tried to whine, to get away, but Kharzu was having none of it, bringing her chief back to arousal after she’d finished before finally pulling away.
Honestly, the chief was put out with all of her forgewife’s terrible teasing, but she forgot all about her growing outrage when Kharzu began to strip once more. Before she had leaned back Durash had never really gotten the chance to appreciate her wife’s glorious breasts. But seeing them now, high and ample before her she had to appreciate how they complimented the confident muscle and fine curves on her forgewife. She couldn’t help reaching out to run her hands over some of the fine dark flesh that was revealed, and she was pleased to see that Kharzu didn’t stop her.
The concession gave her confidence, and soon Durash was cupping those lovely breasts, plucking the nipples again and smiling at how it made Kharzu’s hips roll. When her forgewife leaned forward so she could take her own breeches off Durash took the opportunity to capture one of her wife’s stiff nipples into her mouth where she sucked its point eagerly. Kharzu’s low moan in response filled her with pride, and soon Durash was dipping her hands down lower on her wife, taking two handfuls of toned ass as Kharzu finally wrangled the leather down her legs.
It didn’t seem that her forgewife ever wore anything below her leathers, because there was nothing blocking her view of soft nether curls and slick sex between Kharzu’s strong thighs. A mere half hour ago she may have been speechless for embarrassment at such a sight, but now Durash just heard herself purr, “Not the only one excited.”
Kharzu gave a rough groan, “of course not, you know how it’s tortured me having my pretty virgin chief always shy away from me? Damn slut, I just wanted to pin you and have you hard.” The forgewife’s voice only got darker and dirtier as Durash dared to reach down and brush her fingers through Kharzu’s slick folds. Though the older woman moaned and for a moment seemed to cede to the pleasure as her chief ever more confidently started to explore, but when Durash found that stiff pearl that had driven her so crazy, Kharzu slipped away. The withdrawal made the chief frown, the warrior ready to drag the older woman’s hips back up before Kharzu smacked her hands away again.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Kharzu growled as she moved down her chief’s shapely form and removed the last barrier between them. Durash gasped a little at the first brush of cool air against those private places. With her forgewife positioned firmly between her legs there was nothing she could do about being spread out before the other woman’s gaze. Though Kharzu certainly seemed to relish the sight of her glistening pussy, the muscular woman rumbling in appreciation before her lips brushed over the curve of one thigh.
Malacath, she wasn’t… oh, but she was. Durash let out a long, wrenching moan as Kharzu dragged her tongue across the dripping lips before her. She didn’t get any time to catch her breath before Kharzu began devouring her in earnest. The aggressive woman licked, sucked, and lavished her like she was hungry for it. And there was nothing Durash could do against the onslaught, all that seemed left to her was moaning and writhing as Kharzu’s decadent tongue took her close to her peak only to move away as she grew too close.
Again and again her forgewife played with her, massaging her stiff little clit, making it throb under her deliberate sucking before going away to tease at her flushed lips. All the while fingers rubbed at the fickle gateway of her soft cunt.
Teasing kisses brushed against her thigh again, only amplifying the torture when Kharzu wouldn’t stop rubbing at her tender clit. “Do you want your other gift now, my chief?”
Durash’s mind was hazy, tears welling in eyes in desperate arousal. Regardless she nodded, not sure what it possibly could be, but hoping to Malacath that it was her orgasm. “Fuck, yes, just please…”
“Alright,” Kharzu chuckled, finally letting Durash’s shaking thighs down from her shoulders. Though she didn’t leave her spot between her chief’s spread legs, she reached into a knapsack Durash hadn’t previously noticed and held aloft what it was that had been inside.
Her gift did not take terribly much explanation, not when she was spread and wet under her wife, aching on the brink of orgasm. Presented before her was a cock; carved out of ebony with lovely ridges spiraling down the shaft, just as gorgeous and exquisitely carved as the sword she had been presented earlier. Attached to it was a mess of well tooled leather straps and onyx rings which didn’t immediately make sense until she noticed how they worked together and even more excited cream moistened her folds. It was a harness… so she could… Malacath. Durash fairly trembled as what she was beginning to recognize as Kharzu’s sadistic smile played over her lips.
All Durash could do was watch, quivering as Kharzo rubbed the thick tip of the toy between her slick folds, making sure the carefully crafted head’s gentle ridges fluttered across her clit. “I made this toy for you,” her forgewife whispered, rolling the ribbed toy over and over again through the tender flesh between her legs. “Made it while I aching waiting for my pretty chief to finally take me to her bed. I thought about this wet cunt all the time then, what I’d do if I got my hands on it, my mouth. How you’d sob and squirm, how I’d fuck you and you’d like it,” she accented that by rubbing the toy right across her sore button again.
“Hmmm… I don’t know... should we do this the first time though? I could always just use my mouth. What do you think, my chief? Do you want my pretty cock in you?”
After Kharzu had been teasing her with it, rubbing it between her swollen labia, brushing it against her aching opening, she couldn’t help but start feeling empty. She wanted her forgewife inside her. The thought of those ridges rubbing against her walls, and knowing already how well Kharzu could play with her, she couldn’t do anything but agree. “Yes, please, fuck me, Kharzu.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. Durash watched in embarrassed anticipation as Kharzu watched her while she put the harness on. It should have been boring, like watching someone slip on armor, but instead she could hardly keep her hand from drifting downwards to touch herself as the blacksmith readied herself. Kharzu adjusted the black leather straps, but Durash couldn’t take her eyes from the thick toy bobbing between her legs. It wasn’t until Kharzu had her hips raised and was grinding the length against her wet sex while she thrashed that she realized that it wasn’t natural for onyx to be so warm, silky, or throb like it did against her pussy.
Almost seeming to pick up the thread her thoughts had taken, Kharzu chuckled. “I also may know a thing or two about enchanting,” the blacksmith rumbled before a groan shivered from her throat. She had already gathered that Kharzu liked to tease her, but Durash was aching, and she wanted them both to finally get off.
Indulging herself with the soft breasts swaying before her face, Durash claimed one of the nipples once more for herself. She sucked hard, and Kharzu’s hips gave an abrupt jerk, the forgewife finally faltering in her relentless rubbing. At last the older woman started to feel a similar desperation, and Durash felt the hands on her hips tightening.
“Naughty little chief… fine, if you want me, you’ll have me. But remember that you wanted it this way.”
Durash wasn’t sure what that was even supposed to mean, but she didn’t have much time for thinking as the teasing toy rolled over her clit just one more time before Kharzu positioned the blunt tip at her entrance. Her forgewife knew what she was doing, and eased herself into those virgin depths nice and slow.
Still the chief whined at the stretch, the feeling of being opened making her panic at first. A moment of resistance as it pushed in scared her even worse. Though she’d been expecting the sting as Kharzu pierced her, that didn’t keep her cunt from throbbing in an offended manner. She couldn’t lie, it hurt for a few moments, but Durash was not chief because she was prone to backing down.
Soon enough Kharzu slid in smooth, and Durash allowed herself to yeild. It was a strange feeling, to be so full and open, but good. Even more so when Kharzu moved a little and she actually felt the supple ribs stroking her walls. Before she knew it the chief was moaning, pressing herself against the intrusion.
This had to be what Kharzu was waiting for, because the moment that she pressed back against her wife’s thick toy the forgewife hoisted her higher and began to fuck her in slow, deep thrusts that made her feel every detail of the toy inside her. Durash found herself desperately moaning, writhing underneath the tender ravishment, trying to squirm away as Kharzu’s long, calloused fingers found her sweet spot again. But there was no escaping, not as Kharzu fucked her tight cunt, strumming her stiff clit until she came undone beneath her.
As she came Kharzu let out a tortured moan, almost like she could feel the chief’s silky walls milking the thick toy inside of her. In sounder mind Durash may have wondered if there were more enchantments on that toy than she had thought. But she wasn’t given a chance, as Kharzu didn’t let up. No, when Durash came, depths still fluttering around her cock, she just fucked the sobbing chief harder, all throughout her loud orgasm. The younger orc was flushed, overstimulated, but Kharzu wanted to feel her again. Durash could hardly believe when she found herself being forced through another climax, this one leaving her shivering and too weak to do anything but whine quietly into the pillow as Kharzu turned the chief onto her stomach, her pretty ass high in the air before she mounted her sore, sensitive cunt again from behind.
This time was slower. Kharzu was groaning continuously now, as she’d sink all the way into her chief’s trembling sex just before pulling back so far that she’d almost come out. Just the tip teased Durash’s tender gateway, and she’d stroke her lover’s bottom briefly, teased over her hips before pressing that length back in and rubbing her chief’s pretty little hood again. Durash didn’t know how long it went on, only that some indeterminate amount of orgasms later Kharzu’s hips jerked particularly hard against her and the other woman came, groaning against the sweat-slick small of her back.
Durash was tired, and sensitive, and Kharzu was considerate as she slipped the toy out a final time. She thought she heard the other woman put it away, but she didn’t know with how simply exhausted she was by then. The forgewife chuckled a bit tiredly as she pulled Durash’s drained, but certainly plaint body against her and they both tried to get comfortable on the small bed.
“We’re going to get a bigger bed,” Kharzu groaned against her hair. “And tomorrow, my no longer virgin chief, you’re paying that beautiful first wife of yours the respect she deserves by giving her what you’re both aching for. You’ve been an awful tease marrying her and leaving her to a lonely bed.”
The scolding actually made the chief feel a little abashed, even barely conscious as she was. She really hadn’t meant to neglect Lagat, but it had been hard to shake the feeling of being foolish and unwieldy around her. She knew that Lagat had been with a few lovers back in her father’s stronghold, all of whom she’d wanted to kill with her bare hands. And being less experienced she wasn’t sure how to approach her beautiful friend. But after Kharzu she at least knew what to do, what they could do.
She would to do something about it tomorrow, like Kharzu said. For now though she just wanted to sleep.
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