Magnetism

 

 

Those pine green eyes stared at me for what seemed like an eternity. Maybe trying to figure out if I was serious. Perhaps trying to find any doubt in my eyes of what I may have wanted. They bored into me, seeing further than I think I would ever let someone dare to. He slowed down with the movement of his hand, but kept the steady pace, making it hard for me to keep my face completely expressionless. His chest betrayed his feelings, heaving and jerking every so often as our erections twitched together.

But his lips were pressed to a solid line, eyes ever searching on his face. I could hear my own heartbeat feel like it would jump out of my skin as it pounded almost painfully in my ears. The only sounds present were the movements of air out of his nose and my small gasps that I could not keep contained. I started to shiver, having my body and eyes so exposed to him. I could not tell for the life of me what he was thinking.

Had he led me on this long, only to make the kill that much more satisfying?

Was he going to tie me up and top me right here, right now?

Was he going to drag me out of his house?

My eyes searched his for anything. He had the most incredible way of getting all emotion out of his expression. I looked up at him, trying to keep my confident exterior, but failing every second that he said and did nothing.

" Fenris, please. Please say something! Anything!" I begged to those eyes, like he were my very god, deciding my life and death.

He finally sighed and closed his eyes, leaving me to gasp in relief as the uncomfortably intimate connection was broken. Fenris was intimidating even when he was not glaring. That sense of knowing nothing when he stared at me...

" I...will allow it," he said quietly, this time color showing on his cheeks.

I could not tell if he had been making his mind up about my question this whole time, or just messing with me for amusement. I groaned out in pleasure and relief, body not set on curling up to protect myself.

" I promise you won't regret it," I whispered into his ear, rolling us over so that I was on top of him and taking his hand from both of our aching lengths.

A brief gasp escaped from his mouth as I drew his hand away, but he did not fight it. He merely looked up at me, then away every so often, focusing on mostly nothing on the wall. I could sense his nervous tension, thick enough to cut with his sword. I kept my pace calm and slow, planting kisses down his neck and collarbone. Then I moved down his stomach and around his glowing erection. It pulsed and shone as I got closer to it, and I smiled, thinking that I would tend to it soon enough.

My hands stroked down his hips and thighs, pressing them apart as I made my way lower. I glanced up to see him watching my actions, eyes half closed, muscles of his body unsure if they wanted to tighten up or not. I lightly pushed his legs to the side, giving me access to the eyeful that was there in front of me. His skin was just as bronzed down here, perfectly shining with sweat, lyrium burns swirling down from his cock into a thick line between his balls and all the way back up to the back of his spine.

I decided that a couple things were in order here, wanting to make this as comfortable as possible. By no means would he be a stranger to pain, but with this sort of pain, I did not want to disrupt any pleasure. I would not scare him off, now. I sang a couple words of magic under my breath, watching his face contort in slight worry. I grinned back down at him to reassure him things were fine as a slick, clear liquid formed and slid down my fingers.

I had not used these sexual spells for a while. I had not needed to. I tried not to think of the sad things that entailed, focusing on the fact that I was using them now. I gently pressed my middle finger against his entrance, the slickness dripping down onto the skin. There was a short intake of breath from him, like he was expecting me to force my way in right then. I shook my head and instead let the soft pad of my finger circle his sensitive hole. Even in the dim light of his tattoos, I could tell that a small flush was all over his body as he breathed. He was biting down softly on his lip, seeming to enjoy the touch.

I let my face bend forward, brushing the tip of my tongue against his slick cavern, the sweetness of the oil and his sweat a perfect combination.

"Ah!" he hissed out, not expecting such treatment, eyes rather wide as they gazed down at me.

I smirked at his reaction to the small point of my tongue, and gave him a lustful gaze before letting my entire hot mouth envelope him. His hips bucked up, but I had a good hold on his thighs, expecting the movement. A surprised moan escaped his lips, his hand clapping over his own mouth as he threw his head back. I started to alternate between kissing and licking at the puckering entrance, his legs shaking under me as he gasped and whimpered under me.

I took a breath and dipped the very top of my tongue into him, spreading the sweet oil along with my saliva. That earned me a husky grunt and choked moan of more astonishment. I looked up quickly to see him looking down at me like I had gone mad. His lips and fingers quivered, but tattoos glowed brighter as his body seemed to feel heightened pleasure. I pushed in further, and his hips in turn inclined. He writhed under my touch, clutching the sheets with his toes, disrupting them further.

I decided to finally push my middle finger into him, and it slid in quite easily. Fenris grunted at the unfamiliar feeling, but it did not seem like he was going to tell me to stop. I continued to ravage him with my tongue as I pressed my digit completely in. I had not bedded an elf in a while, but I could remember that they were only a bit smaller in proportion to humans. I wiggled my finger softly, finding my way to the nice little bundle of nerves inside of him. There was a choked gasp as I brushed over it. It did not seem like he had ever had anyone touch him in that way before. Legs shook more violently, but not out of fear. He was a whimpering mess under my fingers and tongue, and I grinned as I figured he did not know that it would only get better.

One of my hands reached up to grasp his hard length in my hand roughly, an arch of his back and a deep moan letting me know that there were no objections. I had gotten down the ability to move my magic around into different parts of my body. Letting it slip through my fingers was the easiest. I did not know how it would work out, with the way his body was reacting under me, but I pulled my mouth back and looked up at him. He swallowed hard as his eyes seemed to plead with me to move, to do anything.

I obliged, sending a wave of electricity through my fingers, making sure that they were in contact with his burns. His eyes grew wider than I had ever seen them, and he screamed in ecstasy as the magic connected within him. Instantly, he was coming hard onto his chest and neck, the hot liquid dripping down on the sheets beneath him as he shuddered violently under me. His entire body clenched, toes curled tight around the sheets, fingers digging hard into the mattress. Every pulse of his length brought a loud cry from his lips as he threw his head back, shutting his eyes tight.

I did not know it would warrant such a reaction. I smirked to myself, still watching him writhe under me, his orgasm seeming to never end. Finally, it seemed to stop, seed still leaking from the swollen tip. I noticed with an amusing thought that the liquid was glowing. It seemed like the interaction with my magic was literally pushing a small amount of the lyrium out of him as he came. His chest heaved violently. I had never seen him so breathless.

I crawled up his side, planting a kiss on his ear as he tried to stop shaking.

" I told you that you would not regret it," I whispered hotly into his ear, feeling him jerk at the sensitivity.

" You...are insane," he gasped out, sweat coating his body in a nice, thin sheen.

I observed the way that it made his burns shine even brighter, decorating his flesh in the most beautiful way. I chuckled.

" I know. But you obviously love it," I uttered, dragging my finger through the stickiness on his abdomen and popping it into my mouth.

He whimpered as he watched me suck on it like I would his cock, licking it clean. I reached down and gripped my length in my fingers, groaning as I finally gave myself some attention. The oil was still on my fingers, and I slicked it over my erection. Fenris watched me in interest and hunger, looking almost uncertain about what I would do to him next. I stopped myself from merely tossing off to his perfectly flushing face, leaning over to brush my moistened tip against his puckered entrance.

His body instantly tensed as he jerked slightly at the touch. I ran a hand over one of his soft thighs, bracing an arm around one knee as I threw his muscled leg over my shoulder. His foot pointed and flexed in anticipation as I rubbed myself against his sensitive hole.

" This might hurt for a second, but just try to relax," I uttered,kissing his calf and letting my prick push gently into his hot, slick cavern.

He hissed, arching against me as I filled him. His hands clutched at the sheets under him, his eyes closed shut. I finally slipped myself all the way in, my blonde stubble brushing against his hairless balls. He grunted in annoyance, fidgeting under me. I took his other leg up onto my shoulder, holding him steady. I did not move, even as he pulsed around me tightly.

" Just breathe, Fenris. You need to stop clenching all your muscles," I whispered, giving his other calf another soft kiss.

" Ugh. Easy for you to say, you don't have this huge thing-ah-up your ass," he retorted, trying to do as I instructed.

I slowly felt him settling down, breathing steadier. I let myself grind into him a little bit, not pulling any amount of my length out. His hips bucked at that, a groan flowing out from his mouth. If he was uncomfortable, it seemed to be getting better. I started out slow, pulling just a bit out and pushing back in, letting him get used to the feeling. Every time that I was back in, I got a nice little gasp from him. He still refused to look down at me, embarrassed at the situation. I grinned, thinking about my own first experience, and could not blame him too much. Soon enough he would be fine.

I adjusted myself a little bit then picked up my pace, a smooth in and out making his back arch as he tried to direct me to the right spot. I obliged, angling myself so that I slid nicely against the bundle of nerves that had made him scream harder than I had ever heard. He whimpered under me, small groans making their way to my ears. I grunted, wanting so much to just crash into him like there was no tomorrow. Resisting, I remembered how I had wanted my first time to be slower and softer.

I looked up at his face, and caught him peering back down at me, a bit annoyed. I raised my eyebrows, wondering if I had hurt him.

" What the hell do you think you're doing?" he grunted huskily.

I grinned back up at him.

" I don't want to hurt you," I answered, keeping my steady pace.

" Will you just start pounding into me? I'm getting a little bored," he growled, face flushed with having to actually say it.

" I'll fix it right away," I smirked, instantly pulling myself out and crushing back into him.

He cried out as I hit his lovely prostate, legs trying to kick out if it were not for my firm hold on his thighs. I slammed myself into him, the hot tightness overwhelming, like he was swallowing me up. The lovely friction was better than any hand would ever be, and I watched how gorgeous he looked underneath my own body. His muscles shuddered and his hips threw themselves up, legs violently pushing into my collarbone and feet wrapping around the back of my neck.

I had wanted this for so many years.

Aching and daydreaming of the day that would never seem to come.

But I watched the slick sweat shine over his body as his tattoos lit up brighter and brighter. I could not believe that it was real.

It was real, and so damn good.

Better than I had ever imagined.

My heart jumped as he stared at me hungrily, eyes pleading for as much as I could possibly give. I lost myself within him, reality becoming a blur as we cried out for each other.

I felt everything. I could smell his sweat, scent and seed all over his body. I could feel the steady beat of his heart below me. I could feel the cold air of the early hours flowing through the window over our bodies. I could taste him in my mouth, salty, sweet and metallic with lyrium. I saw the way that the brands flashed in time with his pulsing cock. I could almost feel tears welling up at the very experience of it.

I felt so alive.

So free.

My body was my own, once again.

Justice had no power over me.

This was mine, and only mine.

Fenris was mine.

I reached down and took his hardened prick in my fingers, stroking and pumping him up and down as fast as I rammed into him. His screams echoed off the walls, mixing with my grunts and moans. I took a deep breath and gathered all of my reserves, then let loose a combination of arcane and electrical magic through my cock. I instantly felt it interact with the lyrium, and I found myself yelling for mercy at the sheer amount of pleasure it brought forth. Fenris jerked violently under me, cum spraying hard as I continued to work his length.

" Anders! Oh, Maker, yes! Anders!" I heard him call out, face contorted in rapture.

I let myself call back to him, letting him know that he was all mine.

I did not know how loud we were.

I did not care.

The pleasure drowned out the sounds in waves of pure euphoria, rippling over and over inside our bodies. I had already started coming, but found myself unable to stop it. Every pulse of our connection to one another brought another spurt of liquid pleasure shooting deep into Fenris. He arched at every twitch of my dick inside of him, clenching in turn around me tightly. It felt as if it would never end, and I felt tears flowing out of my eyes as it was almost too much to bear.

After what seemed like an eternity, the yelling stopped. Fenris' whimpers and small groans were not ceasing, but I could tell it was because of how sensitive he had become. His length lay half limp in the puddle of warm cum that had pooled on his stomach and flowed up his chest and down his thighs. I sat there, bracing myself against his knee, gulping in air as I tried to muster the energy to glance up at Fenris. He was looking down at me, completely spent and lovely. His eyes showed so much more affection within them than I had ever been able to see.

They were the eyes one would give to a lover, a beloved. There was no doubting . I smiled softly up at him, readying myself to pull out. I did not want to bother looking at the mess of seed and oil that decorated Fenris. I instead clawed at the sheets up to him, flopping down beside him, unable to move. He turned his head slowly to me, chest still heaving, and I got a hint of a smile as he slowly dipped his head to press against my shoulder.

Maker, I was lucky.

So damn lucky.

Neither of us could move, bodies paralyzed after the overload of bliss. I watched through half-closed eyes as he fell asleep, and eventually found myself returning to the Fade, as well. It was the most peculiar thing. Nightmares were always there, from what I remembered.

But tonight, I was calm.

There was nothing crouching in the shadows for me.

Nothing but peace awaited me in my dreams.

Nothing but the dashing elf who I was now completely sure had captured my heart.