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

Shavir purred as he worshiped the fingers before him. Even though his own orgasm had raged deep through him, he couldnt seem to help himself from enjoying the act of serving his more dominate partner. The elf seemed to enjoy the treatment sliding in those elegant fingers fucking the hybrids mouth while he finished fucking Shavir deep into his entrance. The necromancer seemed fascinated at the change from war-worn mercenary to eager submissive. Though Shavir doubted many people wouldnt be surprised by his transformation. Shavir tended to hide that side of himself well from most everyone. Neither the necromancer nor the hybrid lasted long, and quite frankly Shavir didnt expect them too. He doubted with the bosmers disposition and knowing his own history, that either of them got to do this often. However it still seemed far too soon though that Shavir felt the flood of semen from the elf flow into his body. The beast inside the hybrid rejoiced, enjoying the scent of their mixed sex. It reveled in the feeling of being so thoroughly dominated. Holding his clawed hands against the chains, Shavir relaxed into the feel of the wood elf inside him. The mercenary wasnt really bothered that he was still chained up against the wall. His submissive tendencies still hadnt gone back under the shroud that he hid them behind. In fact, as he listened to the sounds of their panting together. Touch was an important part of Khajiit and Werewolf culture. Having grown up with his fathers caravan, Shavir loved to feel anothers touch on his skin. However since having to act the part of a Nord or an elf, he didnt get the luxury of touch. Far too soon the bosmer moved, pulling his softening cock out of Shavirs entrance. The hybrid blinked owlishly, watching the elf passively as the man stumbled out of the cage. Now came the time for the aftermath of their coupling, the part where the bosmer would hate himself. Feral-tinted hazel eyes looked over at Shavir, meeting his own wild amber. In this position, slumped so that he was held up by the bondage equipment that the elf had placed him in, Shavir could still see the thoughts that raced through his spontaneous sex partner. Shavirs khajiit tail swished under him lazily but beneath the skin, his beast raved. There was something else he would have to pester his necromancer capture about. Opening his mouth, he licked his fangs a moment before he spoke in a lazy, sated tone. Youre letting it run out. Shavir pulled himself up slightly, he knew the elf probably didnt want to see what it was exactly that the hybrid was talking about but the beast inside was growling. He had been breed rough and hard by a more dominate male, after being breed, normally a werewolf would be knotted deep inside until their seed absorbed. Without a knot to hold the bosmers seed, the submissive part of the beasts nature was a little irritated. Shavir licked his fangs again in thought, Give me my hands back and let me push it back in. There was no challenge in the tone, it was just a statement of fact. Shavir had been dominated. Now it was only natural that he smelled like the man who dominated him. However, Shavir had been a bit of a cum whore before he had become a were. The hybrid loved the feeling of having another mark him deep inside. It was rare but he liked to push something deep inside and hold the seed of his lover there. A freak habit but everything was laid bare before this bosmer. The necromancer had somehow broken through Shavirs defense and showed the submissive who laid beneath. Of course the mans scent seemed to set off the wolf inside the hybrid that had been protecting his most vulnerable parts.