Thread: A Necromancer's Illusion ((Elder Scrolls, Charlie_Death & Shikokudarkstar))

Gwinduin continued to thrust roughly into the man's mouth with little consideration for any discomfort. He choked out a half moan at the vibrations of the purring moans of the Khajiit hybrid beneath him. He picked up the rhythm, pulling the other man's head with his tight grip to get as deep as he could. Hearing the clank of chains as the now imprisoned man moved his hands in an attempt to reach either himself or the Bosmer, whichever Gwinduin didn't care. He was more focused and driven in satisfying himself in the storm of lust and rage. He no longer cared if this was a man he was fucking, or that he was some odd mixture of races. All that the elf knew was that he wanted more, something other than just his mouth. He pulled out suddenly and gave the man a quick backhand. He had no reason to strike him but so many endorphins and adrenaline was pumping through his veins from his rage he couldn't quite help himself. He stepped back and saw the man's painful erection, completely untouched and throbbing in need. Gwinduin let out a laugh and pressed the sole of his boot against the organ and pressed it down against the man's stomach. He watched the man's face as he alternated from pressing his boot against the man's hard cock to tapping against his balls with the tip of his boot. Something about that little contact sent additional waves of power and dominance through him. As he saw it, no man should handle another's genitals in such away especially with no resistance being met. It was... intoxicating and he just wanted to push the man's limits right there, to abuse his crotch in the most cruel of ways but he held back just to listen to him and taunt his new subject. You are so fucking pathetic. Big bad mercenary probably here because of a bounty all shackled up like the puny being he really is. Gwinduin's tone shifted from anger to one of mockery laced in his toxic lust. Who's the pup playing wolf now? I bet your balls ache so much right now. He chuckled as he pressed the heel of his boot against the man's testicles and ground them into him. The sounds the man made, the expressions washing over his face were so intoxicatingly brilliant that the Bosmer could barely handle the renewed ache of his own cock. With one final side sweep of his boot against the man's erection, watching it bounce back and throb even more on the verge of orgasm the elf knelt down between his legs. Without any sense of preparation or consideration of discomfort he positioned himself at the man's entrance and forced himself in with a grunt. Feeling the man's breath on his face as he did this he shot a hand out and covered his face, pushing his head back into the metal bars behind him. You damned.... tempting... harlot... Gwinduin moaned out through his teeth as he began to thrust into the hybrid as hard and rough as he could channeling all his anger and agitation into each thrust. Fucking another man felt degrading if not invigorating at the same time. A sense of power that he never felt before especially as he saw the thick rippling muscles of the other man's body below him. He could easily become addicted to this sense of dominance over another being.