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accipiter learns a valuable lesson on not telling me anything about her progress in video games.
Series: Skyrim
Pairing: Some player character/Some party member
Rating: X - But it's like really badly done you guys
Length: 757 words by LibreOffice count
Warnings: This is quite possibly the worst thing I've ever written. Also I know jack shit about Skyrim.
Summary: Don't let your party members die it breaks your heart
Her room was now as empty as my heart was.
I am no healer. My aim with a simple mending spell is so far off you'd sooner want me to re-break your bones with my hammer than you would want me to cast it. It'd probably sting less that way, too. So when she was destroyed by the level seven goblin brigade, I had no choice but to just press on without her. She was a valiant fighter, but she always told me that is not what she wanted to do in life. Merely her father's ideals and pressuring made her a soldier instead of the chemist she dreamed of being. A tragedy. My elven ears would droop whenever I heard her lament this over our campfires.
There was one way to bring her back; reload my last save. I'd only carry a faint memory of this loss, and I'd have to refight legendary beasts again, but it would be worth it. And so I did. I blipped off and on in what felt like an instant and showed back up on the battlefield, only a vague sense of urgency surrounding me. It took everything I had, but a while later, we were out of there. And alive.
We went back home to tend to each others' wounds. I drew up a bath and invited her in, helping her out of her armor without realizing I had been, taking in her soft, young face and pulling it into my bosom to caress. My elven tits were milky and heavy with happiness, that burden from my last dungeon run try weighing on my soul still. I wouldn't cry, I said, but I began to anyways, saying it was merely ye olde tallow soap in my eyes. But before I knew it, we were in the water together, her hands gripped upon my ears and kissing me.
“I know what you did for me. You did not want my bed empty. You were to save me from my father and give me a life I deserved!” her voice cracked. “You frustrated yourself needless countless hours over territory we crossed already and lost rare drops just to get the rarest loot of all; my heart. I am yours, my exotic elven beauty. Take me. Hammer me as you would a demoness on the battlefield.”
I tsun'd. I have to be cool. It's what my role says. This just made my ears fold up though in her hands, hard, signifying my intense arousal for her. My own axewound down below began to swell with the ache of lust. A fire stronger than any swordforge roared in my chest and I pulled kissed back, hrmphing, showing her who's boss. Not the boss fight we just had, but my stoic, aloof elf self. The only frolicking this Frolicsome would be doing would be upon her body, tending to that meaty, salty axewound. My stomach roared thinking of it.
So off I took her, out of the water, sitting her on the seat nearby and rubbing her huge, glorious orbs, tweaking them and snorting with dominance. Chicks dig that, I find. At least the ones in elf academy did. I would show her the might of the dragonborn, roaring in her face and commanding her to lay back, watching her blush and pant at my advancements. My eager ears rubbed up between her legs as I took a slurping of her sweet love button and the crevice under it, howling like the very beasts we fight and hunt. She soaked instantly, hands gripping her chest tight as I bucked my leg against the side of the tub. How's that for a soaking?
She liked it. I ate my fill and brushed my tongue about as deftly as my weapon, as hard as my spells can't aim, making her orgasm hard against my sweet, cherry lips, her drippings tasting of honey and wine. How easy it is to ply any girl to my bed or bathside. I got on top, not wanting to be outdone until I had done her more, slit to slit and showing her how she was my noble steed. I rode her into the sunset. When I was done and dripping, we were tired, but happy. I carried her to bed and placed towels under us, sighing, holding her to my breast and petting us to sleep. We'd never be apart again.
It was worth overwriting that save file after all, for it overwrote the pain in my soul. Our souls.
accipiter learns a valuable lesson on not telling me anything about her progress in video games.Series: Skyrim
Pairing: Some player character/Some party member
Rating: X - But it's like really badly done you guys
Length: 757 words by LibreOffice count
Warnings: This is quite possibly the worst thing I've ever written. Also I know jack shit about Skyrim.
Summary: Don't let your party members die it breaks your heart
Her room was now as empty as my heart was.
I am no healer. My aim with a simple mending spell is so far off you'd sooner want me to re-break your bones with my hammer than you would want me to cast it. It'd probably sting less that way, too. So when she was destroyed by the level seven goblin brigade, I had no choice but to just press on without her. She was a valiant fighter, but she always told me that is not what she wanted to do in life. Merely her father's ideals and pressuring made her a soldier instead of the chemist she dreamed of being. A tragedy. My elven ears would droop whenever I heard her lament this over our campfires.
There was one way to bring her back; reload my last save. I'd only carry a faint memory of this loss, and I'd have to refight legendary beasts again, but it would be worth it. And so I did. I blipped off and on in what felt like an instant and showed back up on the battlefield, only a vague sense of urgency surrounding me. It took everything I had, but a while later, we were out of there. And alive.
We went back home to tend to each others' wounds. I drew up a bath and invited her in, helping her out of her armor without realizing I had been, taking in her soft, young face and pulling it into my bosom to caress. My elven tits were milky and heavy with happiness, that burden from my last dungeon run try weighing on my soul still. I wouldn't cry, I said, but I began to anyways, saying it was merely ye olde tallow soap in my eyes. But before I knew it, we were in the water together, her hands gripped upon my ears and kissing me.
“I know what you did for me. You did not want my bed empty. You were to save me from my father and give me a life I deserved!” her voice cracked. “You frustrated yourself needless countless hours over territory we crossed already and lost rare drops just to get the rarest loot of all; my heart. I am yours, my exotic elven beauty. Take me. Hammer me as you would a demoness on the battlefield.”
I tsun'd. I have to be cool. It's what my role says. This just made my ears fold up though in her hands, hard, signifying my intense arousal for her. My own axewound down below began to swell with the ache of lust. A fire stronger than any swordforge roared in my chest and I pulled kissed back, hrmphing, showing her who's boss. Not the boss fight we just had, but my stoic, aloof elf self. The only frolicking this Frolicsome would be doing would be upon her body, tending to that meaty, salty axewound. My stomach roared thinking of it.
So off I took her, out of the water, sitting her on the seat nearby and rubbing her huge, glorious orbs, tweaking them and snorting with dominance. Chicks dig that, I find. At least the ones in elf academy did. I would show her the might of the dragonborn, roaring in her face and commanding her to lay back, watching her blush and pant at my advancements. My eager ears rubbed up between her legs as I took a slurping of her sweet love button and the crevice under it, howling like the very beasts we fight and hunt. She soaked instantly, hands gripping her chest tight as I bucked my leg against the side of the tub. How's that for a soaking?
She liked it. I ate my fill and brushed my tongue about as deftly as my weapon, as hard as my spells can't aim, making her orgasm hard against my sweet, cherry lips, her drippings tasting of honey and wine. How easy it is to ply any girl to my bed or bathside. I got on top, not wanting to be outdone until I had done her more, slit to slit and showing her how she was my noble steed. I rode her into the sunset. When I was done and dripping, we were tired, but happy. I carried her to bed and placed towels under us, sighing, holding her to my breast and petting us to sleep. We'd never be apart again.
It was worth overwriting that save file after all, for it overwrote the pain in my soul. Our souls.
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Date: 2012-01-22 04:35 pm (UTC)From: