Thread: Sweet Mother, Sweet Mother... (N7biotic // how_is_you)

Avecius could see the positive reaction to his initiative, glad that Alkina wasn't one to try and dominate him. Though, to be fair, that was the first impression he got from her when this all started pushing him onto the bed and starting things off on top was usually an indicator for a dominant woman. However, the pleased gasp that escaped her Dunmer lips told him that he was on the right track to earning her affections. He continued to suckle on her tit like a young infant, feeling her body arch up to meet his to ensure as much physical contact as possible between the two of them. Her womanhood did leave a lingering wetness on his own trousers, and while as it cooled down the Imperial could feel it growing colder, he didn't even care, his focus solely on pleasing this woman on this bed right here and now. His mind was a blur, a haze of lust-filled movement and thoughts. He had never wanted to lay with a woman as badly as he wanted to right now, and he was wondering if the killings he had just performed had augmented the sex in any manner. Again, his lust-addled state prevented him from truly thinking on the idea, but it did flit through his mind for the briefest of instances. In fact, the smell of the drying blood in the shack hadn't even registered in his mind at all, the scent of Alkina's skin the smell that was most prominent to him at this moment. Soon, his mouth grew somewhat tired from the sucking of her nipple, and he decided to move on from the bud. He moved down her body, his tongue always lightly pressed to her skin as he did so. Avecius let the tip of his mouth housed muscle to dip into her belly button for the most fleeting of seconds before trailing it down her waist, until, finally, he had reached the promise land that was her womanhood. he could smell the intoxicating aroma of her pussy from the few inches away from her slit he resided for this moment, glad to know that she made somewhat of an effort to keep herself clean. The shaven nature of her womanhood was also desirable to him, glad that his next move wasn't going to leave him tasting hair. He moved in slowly, and with a precision only matched by the ritual of killing he had just performed for the Dunmer, his tongue licked from the bottom of her slit, his tongue dipping into her entrance for a moment or two, then trailing up, and up, eventually reaching the bundle of a pleasure center that was her clitoris. he smiled up at her, his tongue lashing out to lick at his lips, and he moved in, taking it into his lips, gently sucking on it before his tongue flicked over it at a repeated, rapid pace. His hand moved to the area of her womanhood below the clit, rubbing her either side of her entrance with his hand, as well as the pussy itself by extension, before two fingers, his middle and his index, slid into the slick hole to the third knuckle, as far deep as his fingers would allow. The next actions Avecius made were similar to the ones he had just done, only faster. His tongue moved faster, his fingers started to move in and out of her entrance, at a snail's pace to begin with, but at a much more impressive rate as the seconds went by. His spare hand went to her breast, groping it in his cupped palm similarly to how he had groped her when she had guided his hands to that part of her body. He could hear the very slight sloshing of her wetness already, a smile coming to his open mouth as he used all of his facial effort to please this one center in his body. He had to take a guess and say it wasn't exactly the vaginal stimulation that she was hoping for in that very moment, but the Imperial was one to please the woman first, at the very least on the first occasion they copulated, so this was the time to do this, in this moment.