Skyrim FanFiction, Skyrim Erotica, and More
WARNING: This post contains graphic sexual content.
I cannot imagine a sexier thing. Arnbjorn standing in front of me, naked and out of breath. Still covered in the blood of our enemies.
He is still half-animal. His body has changed back but the feral desire is radiating off of him in heavy waves. I drink it in—let my eyes wander across his powerful shoulders and sinewy chest. Down to his half-hard cock, already an impressive sight.
And getting bigger.
He doesn’t say anything. Just looks at me and waits. The animal’s way of asking permission.
I drop my dagger and start tearing at the leather laces of my breastplate with one hand. Ripping of my mask with the other and letting my sweaty black hair fall down around me.
He takes a step forward.
“You’re sure?” he asks. His voice is hoarse and deep.
I pull my armor free—exposing my breasts to the cool air of the grotto. Feel my nipples harden and my pussy dampen.
“Don’t be an idiot,” I say. “Of course I’m sure.”
Then he is on me. Lifting me up in his powerful arms and pressing his mouth to my neck. I feel a shudder down my spine and he moves to one of my nipples—sucking hard and then biting down gently, just enough to send a tingling wave of pleasure through my body.
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“Mmmm,” I sigh. “That’s good.”
We crash to the wooden floor. Me on top of him. His hands are all over me. Running through my hair and down my back. Squeezing my ass and shucking off my leather pants. I press my lips onto his and slide my tongue into his mouth—he has the metallic taste of blood and fury.
I can’t get enough.
I move down, kissing his chest and then his stomach. I take his cock in one hand, stroke it a few times. It’s thick and hard—so big I can barely get my fingers around it.
Then I put it my mouth, sliding the length all the way down my throat. He groans with pleasure and puts a hand on the back of my head. He twists my hair into his fingers as I bob up and down slowly, running my tongue along the bottom of his cock.
After a while he pulls me off and pushes me onto my back. Spreads my legs apart with his powerful hands. Puts his face between my legs.
His tongue is everywhere. Lapping at my clit and then inside of me. Deep inside.
I moan and arch my back, digging into his head with my nails and sighing.
I come for the first time when he starts sucking on my clit and puts two fingers inside of me. He drinks up my pleasure greedily, not stopping. Just as my pleasure starts to subside I feel his tongue move down and press against my ass.
It’s soft and warm and strange.
“Oh,” I whisper as I get used to it. “Oh, that’s good!”
I rub my own clit while he licks me and come again, it’s longer and sweeter than the first time.
He stops and leans back on his legs. Licks his lips and looks at me.
“What are you doing?” I gasp. “Don’t stop.”
I roll over onto all fours and stick my ass up in the air. “Take me. Do it now!”
I feel both of his hands on my shoulders, and then his cock going into my pussy. I’m so wet that he slides in easily. Waves of pleasure radiate through my pussy as he fills me. He puts it all the way inside, so deep I can hardly believe it, and then I feel his mouth on my ear.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispers.
Then he starts to fuck me. Slow at first, moving in and out in long strokes. Each one hammers pleasure through me. I feel my toes curl up and my muscles tense and I start coming on his cock again. Moaning and sighing and screaming for more.
He starts to go harder, faster. He grips me tight as he slams into me, one hand tangling into my hair and pulling just hard enough to arch my neck and back.
“That’s it, that’s right,” I whisper between sighs of pleasure. “Take me.”
His breathing mounts and he fucks me harder and harder.
It seems to go on forever. It’s primal. Wild. An animal that knows no cage. No boundary.
Eventually I feel his hands tense around me. Then he pushes his cock all the way inside and wraps his arms around me while he starts to come.
I feel his warm seed fill me deep inside. I shudder with one last, delicate orgasm.
I move forward so he drops out of me and then twist around to face him. Pull his face towards him and kiss him violently. We’re both covered in blood and sweat and the sweet smell of our own sex. I breathe it in and try to hold on to the moment. Hold on to the perfect way that it feels.
“It’s about time,” I whisper into his ear.