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Thread: Summer loving  (Myself,CntDestyr)

The man's large, calloused, black hands roamed her body, and he couldn't seem to control them. Her smooth skin felt so good underneath his hands, and their tongues intertwined and fought for dominance. Things were starting to escalate quickly. The trip turned to the place where they shared their first kiss, made out a little, and the way his hands were moving, maybe a little more would happen. Breaking his tongue away from hers, he moved and started kissing her jawline and down her neck, before kissing her collarbone. He wanted her to know that he really cared for her. He wanted things to be longer than just the summer, and he knew that she wanted the same. His hands started going where they hadn't before, sliding into the back of her bikini bottoms, his hands sat on her bare ass, and when he was done trailing kisses down her collarbone, he moved and decided that he wanted to taste the inside of her mouth once again.
Thread: Summer loving  (Myself,CntDestyr)

Amber closed her eyes, moaned a little as his lips found her jawline. She loved the feeling of his lips on her body, she watched his hands as she tilted her head back closing her eyes. When he kissed her again she kissed him back, wrapped her arms around his neck as she hoisted herself onto his hips. She was feeling things she'd never felt before, she wanted to spend more then just the summer with Terrance. At that moment she knew she really cared for him, wanted him to someday be her husband.
Thread: Summer loving  (Myself,CntDestyr)

When she moaned, his cock twitched in his shorts. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and he smiled, connecting their lips once more and really getting a spark between the two of them. Holding her there, the water helping him out by taking some of her weight off of him, though it wasn't like she was super heavy to begin with. He was slowly falling in love with this girl, a very sobering thought. He had talked to her sure, but he had really only seen her face for the first time a few hours ago. Now they were making out in the water, maybe something more. His hands found her ass, as he pusher her body closer to him, grinding his sheathed cock into her crotch for just a second. Many people wouldn't see this as something these two should be doing, but she was beautiful to him, plain and simple.
Thread: Summer loving  (Myself,CntDestyr)

Amber continued to kiss him as she held onto his neck her bottom basically in his lap or his hands which every way you looked at it. She'd never really been this close to anyone, it felt really nice. Of course she had talked to him, only seen him once or twice via webcam but seeing him like this feeling his strong arms around her body was like a dream come true. She knew no one could see them, they had awhile before they had to be back for supper plus another meeting. Her focus was on the matter at hand, she was already feeling the spark just like he was which meant it would be much more then a summer fling. She could feel his sheathed cock rub against her crotch, it turned her on way to much. They were at a summer camp, it wasn't forbidden for them to be doing what they were doing but it was frowned upon no matter the circumstances.
Thread: A Necromancer's Illusion ((Elder Scrolls, Charlie_Death & Shikokudarkstar))

Torchlight bounced off the walls of the dungeon that Gwinduin sought refuge in. When one wanted to perfect a new spell, he must be left to his own devices in solitude, concentrating entirely on nothing but the new incantations before him. For a Bosmer he was short a minor defect that left him with a nasty temper that gained the respect and fear of his fellow necromancers. He had taken several apprentices over the past year, a Dunmer who flinches at the mention of Morrowind, a couple Nords one of which was aging priest of Stendarr that contracted Porphyric Hemophilia on a pilgrimage, and a few others he didn't really care to know. They didn't mind either, often kept to themselves and seemed just as ambitious to learn how to master the discipline in raising the dead. A hodge podge group that often grew lazy and stagnant with research and studying the magics of conjuration and often mingled with nearby bandits. Gwinduin didn't really care if they left him alone to work on his spells. He supposed having fled just enough of a distance from the border of his homeland of Valenwood into Skyrim was a blessing as his first excursion to establish a hideout was riddled with undead. What facinated him with a deep sense of destiny was that the ancient bodies seemed to be animated on their own accord with no true master other than a sense to protect their tomb. In fact, his current hideout wasn't too far from one of those tombs and as much as he tried to determine what brought the ancient Nords back to life, he was at a loss. So his current goal was to resurrect not only a simple mindless thrall as all ordinary necromancers do, he wanted to bring one back with not only loyalty to its new master but with the knowledge of its prior life. If only he could get that ancient knowledge and a mass an army of undead! His lord Hermaeus Mora ought to claim him his champion if he is to obtain the dark magics that died with the ancient Nords. After all, as a Bosmer who was raised to fear Necromancy as his ancestors had, he has come quite far, if not obsessed with it. The collection of souls for his rituals were the highlight of his year. The only key to his room dangled on his hip as he began to pour his focus into his hands, violent violet energy circulating his slowly moving fingers as he began to slowly chant the latest version of his new spell in hopes it works this time. His amber eyes rose to meet the corpse of a recently slain traveler atop a table cluttered in soul gems. Absolutely nothing should interrupt his concentration, or so help them.
Thread: A Necromancer's Illusion ((Elder Scrolls, Charlie_Death & Shikokudarkstar))

This was not exactly what he had in mind when he decided to give the prompous elf a piece of his mind. He had been pissed beyond believe at the insult to his mother that he hadnt thought about how this angry short elven man would react. He had fallen into the sweet trap of underestimated his enemy while under a calm spell. If that didnt make his stupider than before than he didnt know what did. The man had used rage like a spell to increase strength. Of course since the calm spell hadnt worn off, there was nothing that the hybrid could do to fight back against the angry Bosmer. It was stupid but at the same time it was one of the best things he did. Like a wicked spriggen the elf had somehow turned the tables around on Shavir and had him pinned. Did the man have any idea what he was doing? As a Bosmer, the elf had dead-on instinct at how to handle animals. The werewolf had been forced into a position that was eerily like that of one of his own dominating him. Of course since he was erect and hot before all of this diabolical started, he was throbbing at this point. There was no way in hell the man would give him what his wolf so desperately needed. Shit he wanted to use his hands and push those legs apart before servicing the man above him. Dominate. The word was so soft that he were doubted the elf heard him but the hybrid rolled his head back and stretched his neck out for the man, fully submissive to anything that the man wanted to do. Anything at this point was fair game. Cock throbbing and stiff as it was though, Shavir wanted nothing more than to beg for this mans cock. Would he get what he wished for? Would this elf even know what to do with him? The messages had been mixed. The feline tail curled harshly to the side, and even though the elf couldnt see that move exposed the werewolfs eager entrance. For the first time in a long while he wished his ass could get wet like a womans hole. He wanted nothing more than to just have his new dominate slam deep and hard into him. He was so hungry, so very hungry to be dominated. It had been so long since anyone had found him out. Most thought he wanted to pin people down and fuck themlittle did they know he liked just the opposite. His last lover had been a good while ago before he left his fathers caravan, an older Khajiit had fucked him raw and hard. He had loved it. Hadnt been able to sit right for weeks but he had felt right. Like how he felt now, so deliciously submissive that he could melt. Clawed hands flexed, Shavir licked his fangs, panting lightly. Closing his eyes, he opened his mouth to beg in a voice that sober from submissive he would be so embarrassed by. Please Please. The elf moved then, allowing the hybrid to sit up, blinking owlishly before moving into the cage that before he had been unimpressed by. Relaxed as he was, he knelt in front of the holding devices, his cock ridged. Waiting a moment, he nuzzled into the elfs crock. He licked the mans crotch. He was just so hungry. Not for food but for the sex he needed so badly he felt as though he would fall apart.
Thread: A Necromancer's Illusion ((Elder Scrolls, Charlie_Death & Shikokudarkstar))

Gwinduin did not hear the word that the hybrid spoke, his anger clouded his own judgement and observational skills. Fairly common with him but there was one thing he did notice, the look in the man's eyes changed. The fire and defiance that was presence was replaced with a submissiveness, a look that said he is giving up. Are you going to go into the fucking cage now? He paused to listen and all he could hear was a whispered begging as the man's eyes fluttered closed. A wave of power rushed through Gwinduin's veins. He has always been power hungry if not aroused by the idea of putting others below his feet to use as he pleased. His interactions were so few that when he could he often found himself aroused and a couple times had become so enveloped in the power in dominance that he fucked the one that he put down. In fact it was nearly 4 years ago a day before he left for Skyrim. She had been a travelling messenger of Arkay, a champion if you will, who wanted to put an end to the necromancer that had taken root. A mage of inferior skill to him that fought in words when she was low on magicka. It could have been considered rape but she was the first to disrobe herself. Somewhere, lost in his thoughts the Bosmer had pulled the lycanthrope or order he couldn't really recall into the cage. Without a single thought or moment of hesitation, he shackled him to the cage walls, metal collar fastened around his neck and two smaller ones on his wrists. Each were given about a foot of chains for movement but the person shackled in wouldn't be able to stand up or move their hands lower than their shoulders. The look of desperation and need, of submissive begging penetrated into his amber eyes. Gwinduin could feel the sudden tightening of his undergarments at the sight of the nude man, fully erect, wordlessly begging. You really want me to fuck you. Gwinduin let out a laugh that was dark and heavy in lust. He had never really found himself attracted to men but someone so tall and physically stronger than him to be shackled with little resistance and to have such a submissive position, legs spread and fully exposed was enough for him to give it a shot or at least not be bothered with the idea. Without grace and without breaking his heated glare, the shorter male disrobed and watched the other's reaction. You really want my dick, don't you? Fine. Fucking take it then. He stepped in front of him, grabbing the wild hair tightly and shoved his own erect cock into his mouth. Bite and I will make your death painful and slow, he growled as he gave a few thrusts into his mouth.
Thread: A Necromancer's Illusion ((Elder Scrolls, Charlie_Death & Shikokudarkstar))

Biting was the last thing on Shavirs mind, in fact if he had any part of his rational mind left he would have laughed at the man for even the suggestion of biting. Of course with a mouth full of cock and none of his rational mind, he only purred in answer of the mans thrusts. It took a little while until he figured out the necromancers rhythm and became the perfect submissive devourer of cock. Of course he wasnt too perfect because he was starving for that cock in other places as well. Clawed hands flexed uselessly, wanting nothing more than to touch the necromancer or himself. A whine came from him as his body shivered. Sure, he kept sucking and if the elf was anything but pleased with the way that Shavir was devouring him, he didnt say. No teeth were involved but.suction? Purring? And anything else that Shavir could think of to please that cock that would soon be flooding his body with semen? Oh those were game. The elf of course had only a taste of the hunger that Shavirs body was feeling. If the hybrid didnt get anything in his body, he might just become violent. Of course, he was starting to solve that problem himself, since that power hungry elf had put him in this position, one that was making Shavir shiver in lust. His cock was throbbing and leaking at this point, so ready to come that he wanted nothing more than to cum. That feline tail that the necromancer elf had been fascinated with was now dipping itself in Shavirs precum and using the semen to lubricate his insides. Most people probably would have been off-put by the whole idea but the rewards might be worth the risk on this one. Once his entrance was nice and slimy he flicked his tail out, rubbing against his entrance with the base while he waited for his elf to finish with his mouth and get his fat cock into his ass where it belongs. The hybrids cock was angry and engorged, leaking now and again like it couldnt hold back from letting off some pressure before it blew up. Of course it didnt help that the Bosmer was naked before him, nothing between them to hold them back from fucking like the beasts they were. It also didnt help that the hybrids hands were pretty much useless. Shavir wanted to finger himself, but instead he was stuck squatting in this position in order to keep sane and ready of this Bosmer to finish fucking him. Maybe the man needed a reminder that there was more to Shavir than just a mouth. Giving an extra hard suck, designed only to get the mans attention, not injure him, the hybrid let out a muted whimper. This was more torturous than the man could ever be with pain. The elf just needed to fuck him already.
Thread: A Necromancer's Illusion ((Elder Scrolls, Charlie_Death & Shikokudarkstar))

Gwinduin continued to thrust into the hybrid as rough as he could, thrusts growing harder and more erratic as the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other and the frantic panting and moans filled the room. He hardly took notice in the other's man cum splashing onto his stomach, he was far too preoccupied with the sudden tightness around his own organ. He slowed shivering in pleasure, slowly thrusting into the man, relishing in the tightness that enveloped him. His slowness didn't last too long, he couldn't help but pick up the pace wanting to reach his own climax. Feeling the wetness of the Khajiit Elven Nord's tongue on his fingers, Gwinduin looked up to his face for the first time since he thrust in. He focused so much on fucking that he nearly forgot who or just what he was fucking. The look of pure enjoyment and the dedication the man put into licking his fingers was exotic. The Bosmer shoved two fingers in the man's mouth and watched him swallow them up eagerly, desperate for more. Adding a third, he moved his fingers in and out remembering the feeling of when he was fucking his mouth. He continued to fuck the man watching his face as his tongue and mouth practically worshiped the fingers inside. It wasn't much longer that Gwinduin came in a series of hard, forceful thrusts and a long drawn out guttural moan. He pulled his fingers out of the hybrid's mouth and collapsed, resting his forehead on his chest trying to catch his breath. His hair stuck to his forehead as sweat caused both their bodies to glisten in the dim light of the diminishing torchlight. After a few moments he pulled out slowly and stood feeling exhausted and tired. He walked out of the cage with a slight stumble in his steps before turning back to take in the sight before him. A muscular man of a peculiar mix of races, slumped back covered in sweat and semen entirely nude. Their eyes met for a moment and a rock of guilt and disgust settled in the elf's gut. He had done the one thing he has never thought himself of doing, to have sexual intercourse with a man. Had he been untouched for so long that he became that desperate? Gwinduin looked down at himself and touched the cooling cum on his stomach and gave the substance looking a mixture of shame and disgust yet the same residual feelings of dominance remained. He couldn't decide if he was proud that he had so dominated a man who was a good foot taller and twice his size muscle wise or disappointed in himself for stooping so low as to have sex with him. The man had pissed him off! And what did he get pissed off about? Oh yes, he insinuated that he wanted to fuck him and that it was the only good that he could do. Yet what did he just finish doing? Giving that lycanthrope feline exactly what he wanted after he had declared that he had no interest in him in such a way. He would only be interesting as a research subject! Not... whatever it was that just happened.
Thread: A Necromancer's Illusion ((Elder Scrolls, Charlie_Death & Shikokudarkstar))

Gwinduin continued in his self-loathing and further enraging thoughts. He was growing more frustrated and angry at himself for stooping so low and at the captive for causing him to stoop so low. It was shameful and he would have gone on a mental list on various other phrases to describe the situation had his attention not been snapped away from his thoughts. At the voice of the werewolf the Bosmer gave his visual attention as his brain tried to slow to comprehend what he was going on about. His eyes trailed the muscular body as he was asked to free him. There was a simple answer to that. A simple single syllable answer that for some reason struggled to come out as he focused on the slowly leaking fluids from the orifice he had penetrated moments before. His eyes darted up to gauge the expression on the other's face. There was a need in his eyes and a weak look. However it wasn't weak as in lacking of strength, but weak in resistance. His rush of dominance returned and he could see that he had control. Complete control. He could see how the semen leaving the hybrid's body was bothering him and how he desperately wanted to hold onto it. No. There was the word he was trying to get out. He stepped close and bent over him, grabbing the Kajhiit Nord Altmer mix by the chin and cheeks, squeezing it tightly. Unless you beg. He growled and a heaviness returned to his voice. Beg for permission to have that comfort. If Gwinduin wasn't so focused on the emotions and thoughts racing behind those feral eyes he would have taken notice to his growing arousal in asserting himself against the physically superior male. Perhaps somewhere he could find a logical reason to forgive himself of his transgressions of that evening but that was for a later time when he was alone.
Thread: A Necromancer's Illusion ((Elder Scrolls, Charlie_Death & Shikokudarkstar))

Shavir shifted his body again at the man's order. Beg? He arched his back, his body bowed in a submissive position. The feline tail swishing slightly as he spoke, Please, master. Allow me the comfort of a single hand to push your seed back into my body where it belongs. Allow me the comfort of your scent and seed deep inside my body where it belongs. The Kajhiit Nord Altmer hybrid craned his head back slightly in a move that exposed his vulnerable neck to the teeth of the man before him. Or blade really, since the Bosmer wasn't a werewolf even if he did seem to know what buttons to push to make Shavir show his deeply hidden side. You bred me. You claimed me. I want to push your seed back inside so everyone can smell it and know who owns me. Somewhere in his human side he doubted that would make sense to the man since Shavir was the only werewolf here and he doubted that his new master would let him go. Also he knew somewhere down in his human half that he probably shouldn't be calling what they had done breeding. Fucking, yes but he doubted you could call it breeding when there was no logical way that he could conceive the other man's child. Of course this was a necromancer and he did worship Daedra if the altar in the other part of the ruin was a clue. Curling his fingers, the hybrid lowered his head back down before looking at the bosmer's body. There wasn't any challenge in his stare and once the necromancer caught him looking he lowered his gaze again. Perhaps he could voice his other wants as well. The man was close enough to be a tease to his senses. As a werewolf, touch was everything. A flush came over his cheeks as his body started to attempt to rise again. Amber eyes looked away as the clawed fingers curled and uncurled. The feral orbs glanced up into the necromancer's eyes before looking away quickly. Maybe if he was a few decades younger he could have gotten an erection again but as it was...it wasn't happening. Shavir glanced once more at the man's body before he licked his lips nervously. Gently and very slowly he twisted his body so that he could use what little leverage he had to get close to the elf before him. Looking up a moment, he gauged the other's expression before slowly sticking his tongue out and casting an expository lick against the elf's nether regions. He kept a weary eye on the bosmer's movements, really to pull back at the first sign that the man was getting ready to hit him. A few licks around the male's flesh sword and the hybrid was sure that the elf had caught on. Cleaning his new master after all was one of his new duties and if the look of disgust that the necromancer had earlier was anything to go by, then it was one of the more important ones.