Candy is Dandy
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+A through F › Elder Scrolls - Skyrim
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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28,376
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
8
Currently Reading:
4
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Sealing the Deal
Hey guys, here’s the final chapter. Twas good fun writing this story, so I suppose y’all might see more work by me in the future. Big thanks to a certain someone who helped me edit this chapter; it wouldn’t have gotten out half as fast without ya.
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Babette often got what she wanted. With enough time, skill, will, and moral flexibility, all of which she had in spades, practically anything could be attained. If she wanted the dragon skull that was mounted over the Jarl of Whiterun's throne, it would be hers within a month, assuming the weather permitted easy travel. If she wanted the coffers of Riften's Thieves Guild, she could have every last coin in just as long as it took to pry them from the members' cold, dead hands. Of course, those things were not what she wanted. As a vampire, and one with a child's body, at that, her desires were much simpler. Blood. Interesting alchemical ingredients. The occasional chance to tear out someone's heart. A pet spider. With the Dark Brotherhood, all of these things were easily attainable, if not outright given to her. Until today, she had practically wanted for nothing.
Now, however, she wanted. She needed. Her knees were weak and her vision tilting with raw, hungering desire. The pressure had fled from her body and mind, and the warmth that chased it was beginning to fade as well, leaving her with a freezing emptiness that she could feel would be crushing in its totality. Her limbs were already starting to shake from a cold her vampiric body should have been immune to. Her instincts shot alarms through her mind, demanding she reignite the sparks in her belly before she turned to ice from within. The orc, so warm that heat radiated off of him in waves, lay against the wall before her, his erection still throbbing hotly. What she needed to do was quite clear.
She crawled the short distance to him on her hands and knees, paying no mind to the sticky puddles she passed through. The cold of the alleyway's stones had rendered the liquid useless to her, so her attention remained undividedly on her goal. She climbed up between his spread legs, and if the orc minded her taking the initiative, he did not show it. His warmth was nearly overpowering, shooting up through her hands and legs as she traveled further along his body. His hardness pressed into her belly, dragging against her movement and pulsing with heat. As her head reached chest-level, she felt his hands rise and come to rest on her hips, and the contact sent a fresh jolt through her bones. The sudden tingling warmth numbed her limbs for a moment, and she collapsed against him, drinking in the feeling.
"Tired already?" His voice, and the ensuing chuckle, reverberated through her, the vibration triggering sparks throughout her body. "We can't have that." Her hips were lifted, then, and the bulbous head of his erection scraped along her belly as it was allowed to straighten. A small, kittenesque purr rolled out of her throat at the sensation, only to turn into a gasp as his tip flicked by her mound, setting off a flame in her stomach, and settled against her backside. Her back immediately arched, rubbing her womanhood against his length to feed the new internal warmth. She pressed backwards, dragging her chest against him as she increased the force on the shaft grinding against her. For a moment, the friction frayed her nerves and made her wince as she slid back and forth. Before it could become unbearable, however, her own juices began to trickle from between her lower lips, coating her slit and his shaft well enough to allow her to comfortably continue.
The flame was growing now. Each thrust of her hips and each brush of her nipples against his chest and each spot of warmth against her skin contributed to the fueling of the fire. She felt it most just below her stomach, a rolling heat that spread to the spaces between her hips and navel. Her face and neck burned as well, glowing with a lively pink colour she'd not had in centuries. Her own heat seemed to reflect off of the orc and pour back into her, suffusing the air between them with a thick musk. Her breath shuddered out of her in a humid cloud, puffing white in the cold of the alley. The heat in her belly tried to spread further, but was held back by some invisible barrier within her, driving her to grind herself ever more forcefully against the orc. Though the fire roared and raged, it failed to grow further, much to her frustration. She hardly noticed that she was biting her lip as her cheek pressed into his chest.
Clutched to him like this, his scent was a dark, heady aroma that was both inescapable and intoxicating. It was a mix of smoke and sweat and ale, with the lingering edge of blood and death and animal fat; some part of her realized that he made his living as a hunter. A shudder ran through her at this thought, and the burning lust within her bloomed into passion. She knew not whether it was her vampiric nature or merely an expression of her own love of killing, but she found herself enraptured to be held in the embrace of a death-dealer. Her arms wrapped as far around his barreled chest as she could manage, pulling herself more tightly against the killer and letting his smell fan the building flames within her. The last of the pressure drew a mewling sigh from her as it slipped from her body, and she felt the heat settle deep into her bones and muscles for the intense, slow burn to come.
As though he had been waiting for her signal, the orc began to move then, thrusting upwards to meet her. At first, this resulted in nothing more than an increase in friction between them, and she grinned to herself in pleasure. Quickly, however, it became obvious that his movements were far more frantic than her own, and the warm contact between them was rapidly broken and rejoined as they slipped out of sync with each other. Each break caused a flood of cold air to rush against her unprotected sex, sending shivers racing up her spine and across her shoulder-blades. Then, he would be pressing against her once more, his heat all the more potent, sharper through the contrast of cold. It sliced up inside of her, piercing deeper than her fingers ever had and driving her need further with each tap of his erection between her legs. Her own thrusts began to speed up, her instincts trying to match his pace.
Apparently, the orc had his own thoughts about their disparate motions, as he growled lowly and tightened his grip on her hips. For a brief, aggravating moment, he forced her into stillness. Before she could protest, even mentally, she found herself being repeatedly slammed down against his rapid thrusting. His thick, round head smashed against her over and over, unable to gain the entry it sought, and her breath was forced out of her with each rough impact. Even with her increasing wetness and the liquid warmth dripping from his tip, the strength of their meetings overwhelmed her sensitive nerves, the fire consuming her control over her limbs. She went limp against him, doing little more than moaning as the orc continued to use her body to sate his lusts. The alleyway echoed with grunts and moans, the sounds bouncing around them in a chorus of their own passions.
Driven by the need to plant himself within the diminutive assassin, the orc’s massive hands shifted as he drove her against him. His fingers spread across her toned backside, pressing into her skin as they slowly inched towards her center. She felt him digging into her flesh, and she whined in her throat against the sudden inflow of cold air as he spread her wider. A violent shudder suddenly wracked her body as the head of his rod met her opened box, pressing ever so slightly inside of her. Even though she’d had it in her mouth, she had never realized it was so big. The head knocked against her opening, his fingers trying to spread her wider with each failed penetration. The muscles along her back and spine tensed, her body instinctually arching to present him with better access to her inner depths.
Babette pressed against him as he pressed against her, their wild thrusts now replaced with a steady, slowly increasing push. Her hips ached with the desperate need to have him inside of her, and her juices soon began to seep around the intrusion, spurting out of her and coating his erection with a clear, shimmering wetness. His fingers slipped over the lubrication, rubbing over her outer lips in an attempt to find purchase. The roaming digits made her coo with pleasure as they slid across her folds and pressed into her, and the head of his shaft began to sink into her. Then, his fingers ghosted over her clit. A bolt of lightning flashed through her, whiting out her vision and contracting her muscles. Something inside her, some piece she hadn’t even known existed, flexed for the first time, and the bump-covered head pushed fully inside of her with a squelching pop.
Her body convulsed, writhing against him as the fire in her bones flared white-hot. Her legs fell numb under the melting heat and her breathing turned into a flurry of gasps and hiccups. Her skin tightened around her, every nerve lighting up with the crackling flash behind her eyes. The fullness in her stomach only amplified the feeling, each twitch and shake of her hips stirring the inferno inside of her. A shot of liquid heat drained out of her, the sticky fluid pushing against the massive knob in her womanhood and spraying out around his shaft. All the heat and strength in her body fled along with the liquid, leaving the throbbing meat between her legs as the only source of warmth within her, and she fell bonelessly against his chest, her tongue lolling out of her open mouth as she panted blankly.
“Cumming already, little one?” She failed to fully register the orc’s amused words, too wrapped up with riding out the shaking of her body. “And so strongly! What a prize you’ve turned out to be.....” What she did register, however, was the shifting of his wet, sticky hands as they trailed back up to cup her behind, spreading her own cum across her flesh. She whimpered softly as he began to rock her back and forth on his pole, her burnt-out nerves still overly sensitive to even the lightest touch. The embers of the last fire quickly reignited, though, and a warm glow soon built with each inch of him that thrusted upwards into her. Before she even realized it, she was hammering her hips back against him, just a bit more of his shaft filling her with each downstroke. With half of it buried inside her, they could go no further.
“Mmmm....” Her voice dragged itself from her throat, a husky edge tinting it with need. “Mmmore......” Her trembling arms pushed against his chest and stomach, raising her enough to look at the orc’s face though her tangled and mussed hair. The fog that the pressure had left in her mind was finally dissipating, leaving her with clarity once more. No longer was she being held captive by her own instincts, at the mercy of urges she didn’t understand. Now she was herself again. She was Babette, the vampiric assassin, slayer of man and mer. Her target no longer had the upper hand, no longer held her to his will. She was in control of herself now, and her mark was helpless beneath her, as he should have been from the start. Her passion surged at the thought. “More!” She didn’t give the orc a chance to protest, bucking her hips hard enough to remove the grip of his hands and pushing herself upright at the same moment.
“Thass right, ffffffetcher,” her words were slurred with both panting and a cruel laughter as she impaled herself on his manhood, rapidly bouncing her whole body up and down. “T-take it!” Under other circumstances, he might have objected, but her tightness and ferocity convinced him to simply lie back and let her have her way with him. She grinned wickedly at his compliance, taking a moment to lean forward and roughly claim a sloppy kiss from him. “Ye-yeah....” She breathed, licking her way down his neck and chest as she continued to ride him. “You taste so good.” Her hands planted themselves on his abdomen, and she moved her legs forward as she rose to free all of his length but the head. Shuddering with dark delight, she began to lower again, not halting halfway as she had previously. “And you’re, mmm, just.... so.....” With a small cry, she sheathed his manhood fully within her tiny sex. “Ah! Big!”
For a moment, she simply sat atop him, her hands exploring the massive bulge of her own stomach with a kind of marveled curiosity. The moment then passed, and she leaned forwards on her hands once more and slowly pulled herself off his length, stopping again at the head. Eyes wide with anticipation, she forced herself back down, more quickly than the first time. Not pausing to revel in her fullness now, she lifted away again, only to descend even more rapidly. She picked up speed each time her hips lowered to swallow his erection, and she was soon pistoning up and down the entirety of his shaft at a manic pace. She could feel her walls squeeze around his throbbing pole, and the head knocked against the entrance to her womb each time she took his whole length. She felt him twitching as her own orgasm built again.
“Pour it in!” She commanded, gyrating her hips in a quick circle to emphasize her words. “I want you to fill me up!” Her hand shot down to rub her clit, the tiny button sending electrifying jolts through her hip and causing her tunnel to clamp down even more tightly on him. She could feel herself cling to his shaft, the head dragging against her insides. Even her lower lips were moulding around him, forming a tight seal that attempted to suck him deeper with each thrust. “Do it!” Babette cried, her eyes screwing shut as her pleasure began to peak. “Fill me with your cu-haah!”
Her body seized again as he came inside her, triggering her own orgasm. It cascaded through her as his cum pumped into her tunnel and womb, the electric heat forcing its way out of her very skin even as he filled her with more. Her legs gave out then and she sank to her knees atop him, not aware or caring that her stomach only bulged further for it. With him filling her so completely, his cum had nowhere to go and her belly stretched more with each torrential spurt. She fell forward onto him once more, into what was becoming a very familiar position, and lay there for several minutes as her mind tried to stop reeling from the force of her cumming. The orc’s softening manhood was finally pushed out of her by the pressure of his own cum, and his seed and her juices both drained out of her in a warm, sticky river.
“By the Eight......” She moaned into his chest, her body still trembling in the afterglow. Her toes were only just starting to regain feeling. “I never knew anything could feel so.....” She sighed contentedly. He chuckled lightly, one arm wrapping around her waist. She curled slightly, pulling her arms and legs off of the cold alley street and laying fully on the orc. She nuzzled her cheek against him with a small smile, enjoying the simple contact.
“Enjoy that, did you?” He grinned tiredly, closing his eyes. “I rather did as well. Never known any woman who could make love like that.”
“Really?” She found herself pleased at this, a giggle skipping out of her. “I’m the best you’ve ever had?” She liked that, a lot. Her hand slid up his chest, coming to a stop as she felt his heartbeat. She looked up at his dozing face, a bit of pride crinkling the edges of her eyes. The best he’d ever had........ She couldn’t help but grin and press her cheek against him again, sighing happily.
“You’re so warm~”
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The young guard stumbled backwards, his eyes wide and his face white as fresh snow. His shield clattered to the ground as he stared, horror-struck. His senior shook his head sympathetically; he’d reacted much the same when he’d come across the scene.
“Wasn’t much left to go by,” The grey-haired watchman offered, both to bring the younger man up to speed and to distract him from the grisly sight. “We think he was an orc.”
“What can do that to someone?” The junior guard pulled his helmet off, taking in deep gulps of air in an attempt to stave off retching.
“I don’t know,” The senior admitted. “Some kind of daedra, maybe. He might’ve been one of those magic-types and summoned something that didn’t want summoned.”
Because, after all, what else could paint an entire alleyway with one orc’s blood?