Skyrim Preferences and Smut

"Wouldnt rather be anywhere else." (Miraak x Reader)

Times such as these were truly exquisite.

Your bedroom never quite felt so serene. The furs of your bed were tousled, just barely covering your bare bodies. The dim, gentle light casted by the candles simultaneously creating a divine glow upon your lover's sweat-covered flesh whilst projecting what could be described as an otherworldly illumination upon said person's golden mask, which laid proudly fixed onto the bedpost. The subtle scent of honey and lavender from said candles filling your lungs with each heavy breath you inhaled, doing nothing to aid you in catching your breath and making words possible.

It was a rather humorous predicament for not one, but two dragonborn to be left breathless...but it was at the very at least expected considering events came before.

Nevertheless, where your words failed- you simply used your hands until breathing came easier once more. Bushing yourself with his long locks of messy dark blonde hair, tangling the strands around your fingers as you eventually peered up to meet those eldritch glowing green eyes of his.

His face was nothing short of gorgeous, even on the worst of days- however you were willing to argue he looked the prettiest like this. His brow had beads of sweat, his face a bright pink and an alien look of satisfaction replacing the usually pensive intensity of his expression.

Soon the man leaned back the slightest bit, maneuvering his heavily muscled arm to wrap around your waist. From there he held you tight to him, still panting and almost smiling. All you could do was return the gentle grin, committing his to memory as you allowed your heavy eyelids to droop- head resting comfortably upon the prominent curve of his pectoral muscle.

It was everything you wanted to see him so happy, but it was an even greater feeling to know that it was you..or more so..your love that made him that way.