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

Shavir wasnt expecting the slap when it came, after the elf had pulled out of his mouth from the rough fucking, he had expected the man to get right to the man show. Of course that didnt happen quite like he thought, the smack had come and he was flashing his fangs after the fact only to stop when he noticed the elven necromancer looking at him in a way he hadnt expected. The man loved the feeling of power he had over Shavir. That much was obvious, and the way he was looking at the hybrid, made him think that the elf wanted to fuck him out of his mind. Shavir had no qualms against rough sex but he found himself shivering when the elf pressed his boot against his erection. It hurt, there was not doubt about that, but Shavir couldnt help the shaky moan that left his shivering body. His cock hurt, angry and red, it was about ready to release its load all over the elfs boot. Clawed hands gripped tightly onto the chains, pain and pleasure warring through his body. That diabolical boot wasnt finished however, instead after he tormented his cock for a bit the elf found the need to tap on his aching balls. A startled yelp came out of Shavirs mouth before the elf ground his balls back into his body. The hybrid shook more visibly now, his testicles sore but at the same time the act somehow gave him pleasure. He didnt think about himself as liking pain but at the same time he couldnt seem to stop the pleasure he felt from the demeaning acts that the elf was doing to him. In fact, a few taps in and his cock squirted a little precum in pleasure. The hybrid didnt know how much longer he could hold back. His body ached and shivered from the pleasure of submission. No one had been this rough before but he couldnt stop the elf and he really didnt want too. At least until the man started talking, then he wanted to shut him up. Not because he was on the brink of emotional meltdown or anything, hell his mother had said harsher things to make him tougher. But, these words from the man who was dominating and owning his body so completely, was embarrassing. A blush ran down Shavirs face, his body betraying his own deep lust as he felt his balls abused once more. He didnt look the man in the eye, instead, looking down embarrassedly at the cock before him. The whines and moans formed shaky words, jumbled but still begging for the elf to fuck him. A few more times tormenting Shavirs cock and balls though, and the elf seemed to have worked himself up into a frenzy. It was then that the main event happened. Shavir thanked the nine that he had already prepped himself with his tail earlier otherwise it would have been more pain instead of delicious ache. The hybrid growled a little when the elf pushed his face away but his annoyance was remedied as the man started thrusting hard into him. It had only taken a few thrusts into Shavir before the hybrid had reached his limit. Semen splattered them both as Shavir came, a guttural howl leaving his mouth leaving the werewolfs mouth. The mercenary wasnt done however, even as his body clenched down and milked the Bosmers cock for all its worth.the hybrid held on lightly to the mans hand before suckling the mans fingers, his voice husky and bestial, Pleasebreed memaster! Each thrust after his climax, shot lightening into his veins, pain and pleasure mixed from the over-sensitized prostate gland. Maybe Shavir was the harlot that the necromancer proclaimed but he wasnt letting the elf leave until he got his semen.