Skyrim Preferences and Smut

"Taking Control" Miraak x Dom! F! LDB (nsft)

This time we're pegging this bitch; and yes, I'm shamelessly diving right into the smut. You want build up/plot you best look in a different direction because this is about to be nothing but Dragonborn on dragonborn porn)

How in the name of the nine you convinced him to do this was beyond you. The elder dovahkiin, your love was always one to be dominate, a trait that usually transcended into the bedroom save for a couple occasions. Perhaps it was the promise of intense pleasure that landed him in the position he was in now, or maybe it was the batting of your eyelashes and a certain "pretty please" that swayed him. Either way, you were grateful because now you had the glory of the sight before you.

Here your prideful love was; his face pressed into the fur clad bank of pillows on your bed, his newly braided, damp locks quickly becoming a mess. To add to the beauty of the sight, he was completely bare, skin still wet from the bath you had just shared. The water droplets shining against his muscular form like innumerable gleaming diamonds. The very best the sight had to offer was his position, his knees being the only form of support he had to hold himself up seeing as you had both of his thick wrists held against the small of his back.

Oh, and the things you had planned for him were sinful. There are perks to being able to summon a dremora merchant, especially one that has the ability to acquire such taboo artifacts. The thought made you purr in contentment.

"Feeling good?" You purred, your free hand stroking the "merchandise" you purchased from your devilish friend. It took a while to get adjusted to the feeling of the leather harnesses around your hips, even longer for the ex-priest to get accustomed to the unnatural blue pigment of the phallic shape attached. Not to mention get enough nerve about himself to take on the intimidating size of the toy. Yet you've came this far now.

He nodded his head against the pillows, emerald eyes looking over his shoulder to fixate on you with such a look that made your stomach tighten. "Yes.." he purred, showing you a grin before his teeth proceeded to dig into the flesh of his bottom lip. His gaze unfaltering from it's fiery contact with your eyes. "I'm ready." He muttered, adjusting his body one last time, only the slightest bit uncomfortable with the way his cock throbbed as it leaked pre cum between his body and the sheets.

Now it was your turn to nod. Leaning down to kiss the center of his shoulder blades, you let go of his wrists in favor of letting his hands free so you could hold one. His fingers instantly clenched against your's as you used your other hand to position the fake cock at his hole. Luckily the demonic trader also included some mysterious lubricating liquid for miraak's benefit, you were sure to use as much as you could to prepare him for what came next.

As the cock rubbed against his hole he couldn't help but squirm. A piece of him just wanted you to push and give him all you had, yet all you did was tease him- not even entering. Patience certainly wasn't a gift he possessed when it came to sex so the sensation of you toying with him made him break his gaze, rubbing his eyes against the pillow to stave some of the anticipation he felt bubbling inside.

Amused, you chuckled at his impatience. However as much as you'd love to torture him, you finally began to push inside.

The second the blunt head slipped past the rim of his entrance his head lifted back up, mouth parting on a silent cry of pain. Such a rare visage, when coupled with the pink blush dusting his cheeks, it was irresistible. The stretch was so much more than he was expecting, the burn having no comparable feeling. He's never been touched this way, so there was no amount of preparing that would've got him truly ready.

Slipping your hands around his waist, you held onto the firm round of his hips, fighting the urge to reach below and between his thighs. The last thing you'd want is to overstimulate and hurt him. This was meant to be pleasureful explicitly for him. Already the ex priest was breathing heavy, overwhelmed with a racing mind, you consuming his entire being.