VoceTyrannisMay 07, 2014May 07, 2014 at 11:18 PM
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<<Preface: Stabby receives his client, and arrives at the meeting place previously agreed upon. Although a female is used in this particular story, Stabby is fine with either.>
Stabbykins looked around the river house he had just walked into. Although sparsely decorated on the outside, the inside was luxurious.A moonstone fireplace was built into one wall, though the hot tempatures outside forced it to stay unlit. Instead, Stabby had lot the room with white candles, lending it not only light, but a fragrance of lavender. The floor was covered in a red velvet rug, inlaid with beautiful golden patterns of yarn, matching the downy couch that sat atop it. A bottle of Dusk Wine waited on the corner table, as per his request, as well as small, moon sugar costed morsels. His client was some Altmer merchant who had grown tired of her husband, a drunkard that had about as much skill in bed as a bear, and half the gentility.
Outside, people began to return to their small houses, and the cicadas and crickets began their song. The sticky heat outside discouraged any late night revelers from leaving the tavern, so only the song and the moonlight remained.
There was a nervous knock on the door behind Stabbykins. Opening it, he found a tall, slender Altmer woman with an awkward smile on her face, wearing a form-fitting tunic laced all the way up her back.
"Come in," Stabby said with a half smile as he motioned towards the couch. "Have a seat, beautiful one."
The Altmer took a seat on the couch, and laid back into the cushiony backing.
"Care for a drink?" said Stabby, holding a bottle in one hand and a glass in the other.
She took the glass without hesitation, and , perhaps to try and drown her apprehension, swallowed it in a single motion. Stabbykins pulled out his lute, sat down next to her, and began to play. Gradually, as she listened to the soothing music and drank more wine ( perhaps a little too much), she began to relax, and talk, at first only about the stresses of the day, and then about more personal problems. Eventually, she became docile enough to allow Stabby to touch her, and he began to knead the knots of frustration and stress out of her neck and back. Her muscles loosened under his warm fingers, as did her inhibitions.
"Care to take a walk by the river?" Stabbykins said as he slid his hands off her back.
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After a while, the walk began to take its toll. The Altmer was covered in sweat, and moving more slowly. She was a merchant, after all, and unused to the exercise. Coupled with the heat, she soon needed to rest. They both sat down on the soft earth of the riverbank, and she lay against Stabby's side as they watched the stars.
(( The section above and the section below were written at different times , and are intended to showcase nonsexual/sexual writing. Below is the sexytimes.))
Moonlight glistened off the sweat-covered forehead of the Altmer that rested her head on Stabby's shoulder . The riverbank was quiet, for once; the fisherman had turned in for the night a few hours beforehand, and it would be a few more before even the most industrious fishmonger awoke again. Stabbykins ran the back of his soft,warm paw across her arm, and she shuddered at the touch. Nestling deeper into the crook of the cat's arm, she turned to face him, and laid her slender hand across his chest. Mumbling some affectionate phrase, the Altmer brought her lips to Stabby's, and he reciprocated. Stabby navigated his arm through her caress, gently lay his hand on her back, and began to unlace her tunic.
"Are you enjoying yourself, my dear?" Stabby said as he pulled his lips off of her mouth.
"Are you?" the Altmer replied demurely, looking Stabbykins in the eyes.
She pushed him to the ground, and their lips locked once more. She ran her hand down to his groin and felt the hard warmth that resided there.
She unlaced his greaves and began to work her hand. Stabbykins pulled her closer, working his tongue into her mouth, and laid his hand on her breast. Her nipple stiffened to the touch, and as he began to work his hands, she melted in his arms . Stabby slowly moved one hand down to her sex, and began to caress it through the clothing.
Stopping, she removed his hand and slid out of her pants, baring all to the moon and stars. She mounted him, and he flipped her back to the ground
, began to move his hips, and pulled her in for another kiss. A small moan came from her mouth as she felt him inside her, working her as an alchemist, pestle on mortar, building her pleasure until she was gasping for air. She shuddered and tightened her legs around him, gyrating her hips for her benefit as well as his. Feeling his moment coming, Stabbykins gently withdrew, and she took his rod in her mouth, working until his seed ran down her throat, and a gasp of pleasure escaped his mouth.
She paid double, after all was said and done, and went back to her husband with even colder feet.
Stabbykins looked around the river house he had just walked into. Although sparsely decorated on the outside, the inside was luxurious.A moonstone fireplace was built into one wall, though the hot tempatures outside forced it to stay unlit. Instead, Stabby had lot the room with white candles, lending it not only light, but a fragrance of lavender. The floor was covered in a red velvet rug, inlaid with beautiful golden patterns of yarn, matching the downy couch that sat atop it. A bottle of Dusk Wine waited on the corner table, as per his request, as well as small, moon sugar costed morsels. His client was some Altmer merchant who had grown tired of her husband, a drunkard that had about as much skill in bed as a bear, and half the gentility.
Outside, people began to return to their small houses, and the cicadas and crickets began their song. The sticky heat outside discouraged any late night revelers from leaving the tavern, so only the song and the moonlight remained.
There was a nervous knock on the door behind Stabbykins. Opening it, he found a tall, slender Altmer woman with an awkward smile on her face, wearing a form-fitting tunic laced all the way up her back.
"Come in," Stabby said with a half smile as he motioned towards the couch. "Have a seat, beautiful one."
The Altmer took a seat on the couch, and laid back into the cushiony backing.
"Care for a drink?" said Stabby, holding a bottle in one hand and a glass in the other.
She took the glass without hesitation, and , perhaps to try and drown her apprehension, swallowed it in a single motion. Stabbykins pulled out his lute, sat down next to her, and began to play. Gradually, as she listened to the soothing music and drank more wine ( perhaps a little too much), she began to relax, and talk, at first only about the stresses of the day, and then about more personal problems. Eventually, she became docile enough to allow Stabby to touch her, and he began to knead the knots of frustration and stress out of her neck and back. Her muscles loosened under his warm fingers, as did her inhibitions.
"Care to take a walk by the river?" Stabbykins said as he slid his hands off her back.
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After a while, the walk began to take its toll. The Altmer was covered in sweat, and moving more slowly. She was a merchant, after all, and unused to the exercise. Coupled with the heat, she soon needed to rest. They both sat down on the soft earth of the riverbank, and she lay against Stabby's side as they watched the stars.
(( The section above and the section below were written at different times , and are intended to showcase nonsexual/sexual writing. Below is the sexytimes.))
Moonlight glistened off the sweat-covered forehead of the Altmer that rested her head on Stabby's shoulder . The riverbank was quiet, for once; the fisherman had turned in for the night a few hours beforehand, and it would be a few more before even the most industrious fishmonger awoke again. Stabbykins ran the back of his soft,warm paw across her arm, and she shuddered at the touch. Nestling deeper into the crook of the cat's arm, she turned to face him, and laid her slender hand across his chest. Mumbling some affectionate phrase, the Altmer brought her lips to Stabby's, and he reciprocated. Stabby navigated his arm through her caress, gently lay his hand on her back, and began to unlace her tunic.
"Are you enjoying yourself, my dear?" Stabby said as he pulled his lips off of her mouth.
"Are you?" the Altmer replied demurely, looking Stabbykins in the eyes.
She pushed him to the ground, and their lips locked once more. She ran her hand down to his groin and felt the hard warmth that resided there.
She unlaced his greaves and began to work her hand. Stabbykins pulled her closer, working his tongue into her mouth, and laid his hand on her breast. Her nipple stiffened to the touch, and as he began to work his hands, she melted in his arms . Stabby slowly moved one hand down to her sex, and began to caress it through the clothing.
Stopping, she removed his hand and slid out of her pants, baring all to the moon and stars. She mounted him, and he flipped her back to the ground
, began to move his hips, and pulled her in for another kiss. A small moan came from her mouth as she felt him inside her, working her as an alchemist, pestle on mortar, building her pleasure until she was gasping for air. She shuddered and tightened her legs around him, gyrating her hips for her benefit as well as his. Feeling his moment coming, Stabbykins gently withdrew, and she took his rod in her mouth, working until his seed ran down her throat, and a gasp of pleasure escaped his mouth.
She paid double, after all was said and done, and went back to her husband with even colder feet.
CamereusMay 11, 2014