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My sweet Haelga	By : Reddragon90 Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 15452 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I wrote this for the Skyrim-kinkmeme (If you don't know what that is... go there right now, Google it, I'll wait) but I polished it up a bit. Still as filthy and depraved though, no worries there! Enjoy!

Everyone in Riften could (grudgingly) agree to the fact that Haelga was a fairly attractive woman, but to him she was far more then “fairly attractive”. She was breathtakingly beautiful and he knew that eventually he was going to have her bent over that counter of hers for all to see. He just had to bide his time.

Before Reesh had set his foot in Skyrim he’d never seen many Nord women, so expected them to be pale and round-eared versions of his own kind. Dunmer women were generally trim and muscular and that had its charm (particularly in a situation which required a fast sword arm).
But by the Eight divines! These nord women came in all shapes and sizes, after laying eyes on fair Haelga he even feared he might be ruined for all elven kind! She was tall and proud and her soft hips were wide but her waist narrow, how he longed to place his hands at her waist and tug her into his lap.

Oh and how Dibella herself would be green with envy at the sight of her glorious bosom. Large enough to be a handful, he bet, but still round and firm and wrapped tightly in silk for his viewing pleasure. But our dear Haelga’s finest and most adored asset was not to be neglected. You have not lived a life worth living until you have seen fair Haelga bending at the waist to fetch something on that filthy floor of hers. Her rear is enough to make a chaste man erect for life, never mind a man who is already constantly hard in her presence.

But he was far from the only man the siren had ensnared, or so her niece told him one night, she was an apt Dibella worshipper and she thoroughly enjoyed practicing her religion. With strange men, in strange locations and at strange times. It was enough to make the dunmer leer at the possibilities.
But alas, buxom Haelga was not a kind woman by any means. She was so used to people falling head over heels in lust with her that she could get away with her nasty attitude. The first evening he had met with the fair lady she had told him to “sod off, elf” because they had no rooms, she claimed. This is the reason he took the task her niece offered him. He was to confront three men who’d slept with Haelga and reclaim the tokens she’d given them afterwards.

Luckily our Reesh was known for his honeyed tongue, all it took was a well meaning words and a promise not to spread it around and he had their marks firmly in his pocket.

“Ahh sweet Haelga” He purred as he stepped into the Bunkhouse early that morning. As he saw Svana sweeping by the stairs, he winked at her and she hastily scurried away, much to his amusement.

“I have no bed for you, elf” Haelga said without looking up from her books.
“Now now, I’m sure I could share yours” He said smoothly and strode up to lean casually against the counter separating them. The marks he dribbled between his fingers with practiced ease.
A mocking laughter tumbled from her painted lips. She tilted her head to look at him her laughter died in her throat and her face became ashen as she saw what it was he was toying with. It was time.

“You’ve been so naughty, Haelga” He whispered and neatly began stacking the marks on top of each other on the counter “What do you think would happen if the people of Riften were to find out, hmm?”
“I’d get run out of town” She said and took a deep calming breath before leaning closer to him over the counter, giving him a clear view of her magnificent heaving breasts “But you wouldn’t do that to a poor girl, now would you?” She cooed, undoubtedly trying to sway him like she had done so many times before. She reached over to stroke at the fine fur lining on his tunic, coy was not a look that suited her.

“I could be persuaded to forget all about this, my sweet Haelga” He said nevertheless and moved away from the counter to walk around it. He trapped her between the counter and his strong chest, his arms on either side of her body. “But you must do anything I tell you to, are we clear?”

She turned to face him and he almost lost it at the look she was giving him, a look that dripped of honey and desire, her arms snaked around his neck and pulled him closer to her.

“I think I could manage that, elf” She said before her lips came crashing into his. Tongues danced intimately and entwined and he could feel how his breeches became tighter and tighter as he grew thicker against her.

He pulled away from her tempting lips and began trailing kisses and nips down the long column of her neck, her hands busying themselves with unlacing his breeches.

He lifted her breasts out of her skimpy dress and groaned at the sight she made, her lips swollen with his kisses and her cheeks red in arousal. He was not a patient man and he was at the end of his rope. Almost harshly he tugged her own smallclothes down her hips and as soon as she had freed him he spun her around and had her bent over the counter with her skirts bunched up around her waist.

Just as he’d envisioned so many times before this night.

“Ahh wha-?”

“My sweet Haelga” he interrupted and kneaded the soft flesh of her ass “has anyone ever taken you up the arse before?”

She froze but didn’t reply.

“Now my dear, I asked you a question” his hand came down hard on the supple flesh making her gasp in surprise. “I expect you to answer” his hand came down on the other cheek just as hard and he was rewarded with another gasp.

“Yes” She hissed out.

“See, that wasn’t so hard.” He chided gently and stroked the reddened flesh, a little disappointed she hadn’t put up more of a fight. Oh well, perhaps next time. “Did they, because I assume many men have tasted your sweet arse, did they take you raw or did they prepare you before they took you?” his hands spread her cheeks apart so that he could admire the tight ring of muscles winking at him.
“They” He reached forward to swipe his tongue against it once “They ahh, they spread honey on themselves” She managed “There is a jar in my room”

“Then I shall fetch it for you my dear. But first” He took her hands in his and used them to spread her cheeks wide “Hold yourself open for me until I return”

He took one last look at her before he walked off to find the honey, it wasn’t just in her room it was on her bedside table. His sweet Haelga truly was a harlot, the thought made his hard cock throb in anticipation.

When he returned she was just as he’d left her, spread open and waiting for him. He couldn’t unscrew the cork fast enough and he dipped his fingers inside to gather a rick glob of sticky honey.
“Now Haelga” he said as he pushed a finger into her rear, it slipped in easily enough “you want to know what I think?” He asked as he let another finger join the first one and pumped them into her with a steady rhythm.

A sigh escaped her, a sigh that sounded suspiciously like a breathy “yes”.

“You see,” He said and pulled his fingers out of her and began spreading the honey over his throbbing member “I think you choose to worship Dibella for one simple reason” He grabbed her hips and lined himself up with her sweet ass “you are just another whore who loves cock” and with one savage thrust he sheeted himself in her rear and it tore a surprised shriek from her.

The honey made it easier for her, but it still stung and he didn’t give her more than a few moments to recover before he set his unforgiving pace. His cock plowing through her and making her rock against her counter, her mouthwatering breasts swaying tantalizingly underneath her.

“Isn’t that right, whore?” he breathed against her ear as he curved himself over her back. His thrusts had finally began to feel good and her words stirred something in her, she was wetter then she could ever remember being.

“Yes “ She moaned loudly, not caring if anyone heard her “Yes, I’m just a whore who loves cock” She breathed.

He laughed at that and reached under her and grabbed one of her swinging breasts in a hard grip, rolling the pink nipple between his fingers. Her breath coming out in pants and moans now. She fucked like whore and she sounded like a whore too, ahh the simple pleasures in life.

He felt that tell tale feeling of his abs clenching and his balls rising as he was about to empty himself in the proprietor of this fine establishment. “I’m going to empty my seed deep in your bowls, Haelga” He grounded out between clenched teeth “Then you are going to pull up your smallclothes and get back to work. You are going to feel my seed in your sweet arse, warming your insides for the rest of the day”

With that said his control was at an end, her whorish moans bounced in his head as the sheer force of his orgasm threatened to blind him, his potent seed splattering inside of her and filling her to the brim. When his breath had returned to normal Haelga was still rocking against him, trying to get her pleasure out of him but he pulled out of her and pulled her smallclothes back in place.

“This wasn’t about you, my sweet. “ he reminded her and pulled down her dress again “but if you come to me tonight and my seed is still inside of you, I will grant you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams” With one last down strike of his hand on her rear he left her like that, panting like a bitch in heat and desperate.
But also curious…
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My sweet Haelga