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Blue Mountain Flowers	By : CarolineCandy Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 21850 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chatter and merriment seeped through the walls of Laelia's room. As she began to undress, peeling the Imperial Legion armor from her sweat soaked skin, she would hear a slur of words and the patter of feet by her door. She didn't care for the rabble, however, for her mind only focused on her movements. Each swing of the arm and bending of the knee pained her as if the muscles were tearing and the joints rubbed clean against the bone. The dragon attack at Helgen has done it's damage to her and she was sure that without Hadvar's help she'd be a pile of smoking ashes.
And again if not of Hadvar and the generosity of his aunt and uncle, Laelia could not have afforded a room in this inn. They sat her down, fed her, supplied her and only asked her one thing in return. She was to alert the Jarl of Whiterun that a dragon was close to their quaint village of Riverwood.
That was for the morning, however. Laelia slid beneath the bed linens, the coolness soothing her bruised skin, but when she tried, sleep did not come. Her mind landed on Hadvar and she wondered how he'd treat her in bed. Would he bend her down, grasp her yellow hair and take her hard? No, she doubted it. He'd caress her and move slowly, but strongly. She knew he would be big and he would stretch her as he entered slowly, but the pain would turn to pleasure and she would moan through his lips as he kissed her.
She let her hands wander her body, as if they were his, grasping her breasts, stroking her groin. From the beside drawer, she found a candlestick and without hesitation, moved it beneath her blanket. The cloth of between her legs was pulled aside and she eased it in. She could see him above her, one hand by her head, propping him up, and the other guiding his manhood. She could hear his grunt when he started to move and smell him when he'd bury his head into her neck, nipping at her skin. Her hands moved violently. One stroked her nub, the other pumping the candlestick in and out of her. She imagined what it would be like to feel his seed warm her belly like mead.
And then she came, moaning loud enough for those to hear outside her door.
Laelia lay still, leaving the candlestick to squirm out of her on it's own. She chest heaved, but still she did not feel satifisfied. How long had it been since she lain anyone? Not since she crossed back in from Tamriel a few days ago. It was too long. She longed for the touch of another. It nearly drover her mad. The last time she waited this long, she took that poor Argonian woman by force.
Though they didn't know each other very well, the Argonian welcomed Laelia into her home without even asking a name and shared her bed with her. "It does no traveler any good traveling the marshes for too long. Look at you. A lady like yourself needs rest," she told Laelia and Laelia did not protest.
When the woman fell deep into the arms of nights, Laelia watched her for hours. A slight glimmer of light caught the scales on her neck and Laelia stared, finding her so oddly beautiful. She examined the rising and falling of her chest and when the woman shifted onto her back, Laelia saw the slight puckering nipples on the woman's chest., beneath the thin fabric of her dress.
She pulled the lace from the front of the woman's dress, undoing the knot, and pulled the open fabric back, revealing small pert breasts and the top of a flat muscular belly. Laelia's fingers moved, brushing against the Argonian's collarbones and when she did not stir, she reached for her bosom. She felt the hard bulb in her palm and the coldness of the skin. As she kneaded, the woman gave a slight grunt.
That was not the desired reaction. She took the nipple between her fingers, massaging it back and forth, but still nothing. So now she straddled the woman. Laelia pulled her own dress off, tossing it to the floor and undid the cloth on her chest. Her nipples, small and pink, stood to attention. She took the scaled woman's hand and ran it over her skin, up her belly to the breasts and down again. Feeling another simply touch her skin almost mad her whimper.
Laelia bent, her lips hovering over the Argonian's chest, flicking her tongue back and forth over the bulb and soon bent even further to suckle. As her teeth clamped down lightly, Laelia moved her other hand down to the fabric over her own crotch. It was damp, but when she stroked the stiff nub beneath it, the cloth soaked in her wetness. She brought her head up and rubbed down harder. Her eyes clamped shut and she let out a breathy moan. When she opened them again, she was greeted by the cold eyes of the Argonian.
"What are you doing?" Her words were quiet, but it did not hide her anger. She felt her face drain, leaving her dizzy, and she moved back towards the edge of the bed. She felt her heart hammer for a moment, but when the panic died, Laelia reached over the side of the bed for her dagger. Now, it was time for the other to share the same response.
"I'd like to warn you," Laelia said, "I do not travel so far alone just by means of dumb luck and I can do more than just defend myself." She felt the tip of the blade with her finger. "I can make this very good for you or very bad. Do as you're told and I'll let you live." A smile curled on her lips, but her eyes glinted with malice, "Understood?" The woman only nodded.
Laelia pulled off the remaining under garment and sat with her legs spread. A golden tuft of hair rested above the lips and her wetness gleamed in the white moonlight. "I want you to undress, and then I want you to bring your face here," she pointed the dagger down, between her legs, "You know what to do after that."
She watched curiously as the Argonian undressed. She's never seen what they looked like beneath their clothing. Laelia enjoyed what she saw. The woman was fit and her scales moved down her torso until it came down between her legs. A little pink slit rested there, and to Laelia's amusement, much like her own, she saw the natural lubricant that had already formed.
The woman bent before Laelia and a forked tongue petruded from the mouth. She moved it up the knub cautiously, and her eyes flicked up for only a moment. "Good start, but not good enough." Laelia placed her hand behind the Argonian's and she pushed until the woman's face mashed into her pelvis. The woman's hands flew up to pry off Laelia's hand, but she released before they could get a good grip.
"Come on now, stick something in me."
Three cold fingers reached inside her and Laelia gasped. She felt them moving about, occasionally hitting the right spot, but never loosing that shocking temperature. Then she felt that forked tongue against her clitoris. She rocked her hips, the euphoria ever growing, and her head spun. "Faster," she breathed and the woman complied.
Her back arched as her body ceased. Indecipherable words shot from her mouth in long streams of moans and she tightened on the woman's fingers. Liquid shot from her, onto the Argonian's face as she flinched. Laelia wailed.
For the rest of the night, Laelia held the woman at blade point until the sun peeked from the horizon and then Laelia was dressed and gone.
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