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Dragonborn Ascendant (19.2)
🕑 Added 2023-01-09 00:00:04 +0000 UTCA/N: Does one week count as 'around New year'?
Anyway, I'll be honest, despite already having a rough idea on how this chapter would go since November, actually writting it down proved to be a bigger struggle than I thought, which is why it's coming out in the 8th and not shortly after New Year... or before it...
Tags are: maledom, femdom and femsumb, I suppose.
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“Well, isn’t this a surprise?” I raised an eyebrow, staring knowingly at Betrid Silver-Blood.
The blonde blushed, not daring to meet my gaze, instead preferring to bite her lips and stare pleadingly to Aela, which only smirked in response.
“Quite,” the redhead nodded. “Did you know, Magnus, that dear lady Silver-Blood here has been asking for you while you were out?”
“Really?”
“Oh yes,” she nodded, watching with a sadistic glint in her eyes as the woman squirmed in place. “The entire time you were out she stayed next to me, badgering me with her incessant questions, ‘Lady Aela, is Sir Magnus engaged?’, ‘Lady Aela, is Sir Magnus courting someone?’, ‘Lady Aela, can you introduce me to Sir Magnus?’” She scoffs, lips tugging. “Bitch.”
“Easy there, Huntress,” my hand held her by her waist. “There’s no need to call the woman names.”
“Oh, there are,” the redhead scoffed. “When I told the slut you were my man, the bitch had the gal to say to my face I wasn’t woman enough for you. So we’re going to put her claims to the test now.”
“Oh, I see,” I grunted, a mock hurt look crossing my face. “I’m just a tool for you, is that it, Aela?”
“Oh, shut it you,” she smacked me on the chest, not batting even a single eyelash at me as she pushed me down. “Besides, what are you complaining about? We are going to do all the work for you. All you need to do is just lay back and relax~” She purred.
I blinked.
I could do that, I decided with a thought, leaning back to enjoy the sultry smirk thrown my way by the huntress. She licked her lips for a moment, and after throwing a glance over her shoulders to a wide eyed Betrid, she pounced.
My hands, perhaps as second nature at this point, went to her waist and hip and pulled the huntress as she mounted me, smashing her lips on mine and demanding passage with her tongue. Her taste was one I had become increasingly used to ever since we first laid with each other, but the redhead still remained intoxicating to my senses even then.
“Aren’t you eager today?” I whispered with a smirk, earning a growl in response from Aela, who pulled back to work on my clothes with dexterous fingers just as I undid hers.
“Quiet,” she bit my lips just as I slipped her trousers off her, grabbing a handful of ass with gusto. Aela was lean and somewhat muscular. Not so much to be ripped, but enough for her toned legs to feel powerful as she pinned me down, and for her ass to feel pleasantly… meaty, dense even, as I massaged her cheeks. “Oh~” She cooed when her robe became loose and I leaned to wrap my lips and suck on a rosy nipple. “No matter how much you try,” she moaned. “There’s no milk coming out of them.”
I know that, I wanted to say, but I simply grunted instead, relishing on the feeling of her fingers going through my hair and massaging my scalp as I continued to suck on her teat before changing to the other; a free hand I didn’t have playing with one of her tits dipping into her quim to find her already wet for me while I massaged her velvety folds.
Then, in a surprising fashion, she pulled back.
“Wha-?” I opened my mouth in confusion but quickly closed it shut when a finger pressed against my lips.
I watched with a frown on my face as Aela turned another time to face Betrid, one brow raised in a challenging look.
“What is this, you Silver-Blood whore?” Said the redhead. “If you keep that dumb look on your face I’ll have Magnus all for myself,” she declared, then her smirk stretched, lips tugging until her smile was downright evil. There was a shine in her eyes as she opened her mouth to speak another time, rubbing herself on my lap. “Or is it that you are so useless you had other women sleep with your man because you couldn’t?”
For some reason, that was what made the blonde snap out of her surprised state with a startled gasp, face quickly morphing into an expression of indignation and fury. She marched to the bed, stomping with her feet on each step before stopping right before us and shoving - yes, shoving - Aela from me. The redhead, as one would expect, didn’t find the act amusing and growled, turning ready to jump on the blonde herself, except for my hand that held her back and then caught her ching, turning her head to stare at me before I captured her lips to calm her down.
“Let me… teach… this bitch… a lesson…” She still managed to get out before the fire of her anger was quickly put out.
I, meanwhile, kept a curious eye on Betrid, the blonde that offered the redhead only with a sidelong glance, as if she wasn’t even worth her full attention before the woman huffed, shrugging her cloak off her shoulders to let it pool at her feet on the floor. Lady Silver-Blood then visibly took a moment to compose herself before her expression changed, turning arrogant just as an air of haughtiness descended on her. Soon, even her robes are undone and the expensive, colourful fabric is slipping from her shoulders too, revealing creamy white skin tinged by a faint hue of red.
A breath escapes my mouth. I wouldn’t have expected Betrid to be so gorgeous.
Her breasts were more than a handful each, with rosy nipples that quickly became stiff in the chilly air of the room even despite there being candles lighting up the entire place beyond the already hot atmosphere of sexual tension. My eyes trailed down, an appreciative hum leaving me when I went over her flat stomach and wide hips, landing finally on her sex, a patch of blonde hair trimmed, surprisingly enough, hiding her nether folds.
I felt my cock ache with a throb that caught her emerald eyes, and then a smirk came to Betrid’s face.
“Oh, aren’t you happy to see me?” She smiled, getting on the bed and crawling between my legs, her hands idly following her until they were on the hem of my pants, effortlessly working through them. “Aren’t you a big one?” She breathed out when I was finally free, holding me next to her face, and I felt another pulse.
Betrid offered me a knowing smile that felt positively devious on her lips, a twinkle on her eyes as she wrapped her other hand around my length to lazily pump me, feeling my hardened desire for her.
“You poor thing,” she cooed another. “Does it hurt to stay that way?” She muttered, batting her eyelashes at me. I couldn’t do anything, so enraptured by her was I, except to numbly nod in response. “I’ll take care of you then.” The blonde declares, slipping down, her face approaching my length…
Is she…?
I could feel her hot breath on my dick, and just that was enough to make me feel ready to burst, eyes focused only on her.
She smirked, opening her mouth and…
She is, I groaned, throwing my head back when Betrid swallowed my length into her mouth.
It was hot and wet, and as the blonde ate up more and more of my dick, her tongue started to work beneath my length almost as an afterthought. She paused at some point, and then her face hollowed as she sucked and pulled her head back.
“Fuck…” I sighed, closing my eyes to bask on the sensation. “Fuck…” Was all I could say, and the pleasant hum she added only made it better.
“Do you like it?” She asked a moment later, my dick coming from her mouth with a wet pop for her to jerk off. “Am I pleasing you, my lord?”
“You are!” I was quick to nod with such enthusiasm Aela’s pinch on my side didn’t even register in my mind. “Gods, I love what you’re doing!” I declared, which earned another pleased smirk from the blonde, who shot the redhead a smug look before she continued.
Her head dipped to suck my head another time before Betrid brought her tits close together and enveloped me within her cleavage, shaking her breasts to jerk me at the same time she sucked on my cockhead. “And this?” She asked another time. “Does this please you, my lord?” She asked, a smile on her face that already knew the answer.
I only groaned in response.
Then, in another unexpected change of turns, Aela broke of me grip and swiftly mounted the other Nord’s back, straddling her as her hand grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and then forced her head down, the huntress feeding my whole length to the noblewoman who choked and sputtered when I hit the back of her throat and demanded more.
“Bitch,” my companion growled with a snarl on her lips. She pulled Betrid’s head a little, just enough to give the woman a bit of breathing room while lowering herself to whisper in her ear. “I don’t want to hear your voice except to hear you choking on my man’s cock,” she said. “So you better choke, you bitch!” And then she forced Betrid down.
And then she forced her head down a little more, over and over and over again, until her nose was touching my pubes and those pretty emerald eyes were watery and ready, looking up at me pleadingly.
Aela barked. “Ha!” A vicious smile tugging on her lips. “You did it really easily, you whore. I guess I was wrong, maybe you do know how to please a man. Now tell me, did your husband Thonar teach you how to do this? Or did you learn somewhere else, like with the sisters in the temple?”
Betrid’s eyes widened, bulging out startled as her body tensed and an almost panicked expression came to her face.
“Oh, so I’m right, huh?” The redhead smiled, getting off the woman that gasped, falling into a breathless coughing fit after my dick left her throat. “You fucking whore.” She growled out another time, grabbing Betrid and pulling the woman, holding her in her embrace. Then Aela spread the blonde’s legs and stared up at me, her eyes lustful and hazy. “Show this slut her place, love. Show her how meaningless her tricks are.” She demanded.
“Are you sure?” I asked in a low voice, positioning myself, rubbing my dick on the surprisingly wet entrance. And although Aela answered me with a hungry smile, it wasn’t the redhead the one I directed my question to.
“Please,” Betrid said with a small voice, clutching one of my arms, her eyes fixed on my cock rubbing her, small shivers of pleasure coursing through the woman. “Give it to me.” She asked, and I complied.
If Aela was tight like a vice, then Betrid was like a glove, velvety and warm, perfectly fit to accommodate my whole length as if she was made to take it; her insides undulating and contracting gloriously as she panted and squirmed and gasped breathlessly under me, flushed face beautiful with an expression of pleasure. And then I bottomed out, sex against sex, grinding on each other.
Slowly I pulled my hips back, luxuriating on the sensation of her wall massaging my cock and her unwillingness to let me go, until only my cockhead remained inside of her. Then I thrusted forward, hilting myself fully in one single move that made me groan and the blonde under me to moan, her body jiggling and bouncing in ways Aela was not capable of.
Repeating the process was the only logical thing I could do, over and over again, one of my last moments of rational thought before I was overtaken by instinct.
Grabbing one of Betrid’s tits to enjoy the feeling of her bounce and the way she moulded to my pleasure elicited a soft moan from the blonde. When I kissed her, she gasped, eyes widening and hands moving to hold me by my shoulders. When my tongue forced itself into her mouth, and then promptly dominated hers, her eyes became hooded and soft coos of pleasure escaped her lips to add to the debauched melody of the wet squelches of her pussy and the thuds of flesh against flesh.
When she came she tightened herself around me, trying to hold me close for dear life, but I was relentless and continued drilling her even through her peak, which set off another, and then another.
“I’m getting close.” I growled out, and to my surprise, both women demanded in unison.
“Do it!” They said, and I didn’t hold myself.
Burying my cock fully in Betrid one more time, I felt my balls churn, a pressure that had slowly been building finally seeing my seed being released deep inside Betrid. The noblewoman howled, throwing her head back to let out a keening moan. She spasmed around me with another orgasm and I let out a contented sigh, allowing myself to be pulled down by the blonde to kiss her until she relaxed.
The Nord was tired when I pulled out of her, her breath laborious and chest heaving through various pants. Her face, and in fact, her whole body looked faintly flushed, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, but there was a satisfied smile on her lips.
My eyes met Aela’s and I saw desire in her look.
“Turn around,” I ordered, something which the redhead was eager to do. I grabbed her hips and brought her closer to me. The huntress shook her ass, feeling my rapidly hardening member between her cheeks, trying to entice me, but I only gave her a swat that made her jiggle and throw me a smouldering look over her shoulders.
“Now,” I started, placing myself in her entrance. “You’re going to eat her out a little bit,” I said, shoving myself forward in one go. Aela’s eyes widened and she gasped. Then, with my hand on her shoulder, I pushed the woman down, until her face was just above Betrid’s snatch. “Then you’re going to kiss and make up.”
“D-do you think I’ll- ah~!” She gasped when I swatted her ass another time.
“I don’t think, no,” I shook my head, pistoning in and out of Aela without a care in the world. “I know you will, love, because I’m telling you to.” I grunted.
And then she came.
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A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed, I certainly had fun writting bitchy Aela being jealous and power bottom Betrid.
If you didn't like it, however, please leave a coment telling what you think didn't work and what could be improved.
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Tony DeWitt
One week is good enough for the girls I go with! Thanks for the updates!
