Carmilla led Tsun into her small home, the door creaking as it shut behind them, enclosing them in the warmth of her space. She walked him to the back where a spare cot sat, its frame simple and worn. She quickly pulled out some bedding from a chest at the foot of the bed, spreading out a rough wool blanket and a thin mattress filled with straw.
She bent over to arrange the bedding, her movements hurried, her torn clothes still draped loosely over her body, the cloak providing some modesty. 'I must be mad, bringing a stranger into my home,' she thought, her mind racing with the dangers this could pose. But as she glanced back at Tsun, his broad shoulders filling the room, his presence oddly comforting, she felt a heat between her thighs she couldn't ignore. 'But he saved me, he's so... and I can't help myself around him,' her thoughts continued, her body betraying her logic with its own desires.
She stood up, turning to face him, her cheeks flushed from both the exertion and her internal conflict. "Here you go," she said, her voice uneven, pointing at the prepared cot. His eyes met hers, and she felt that heat again, her nipples hardening under the cloak, her breath catching.
Tsun nodded in thanks, his gaze lingering on her for a moment, taking in her disheveled appearance, the way her cloak clung to her curves, the hint of her form beneath. He moved to sit on the cot, testing its firmness, his legs spreading slightly, his pants tight over his muscular thighs.
Carmilla watched him, her mind still battling her body's reactions. 'I should be scared, but all I feel is this... this need,' she thought, her eyes flicking down to where his pants tented slightly, her own body responding with an ache she hadn't felt in a long while. She swallowed hard, trying to steady herself.
"Is there anything else you need?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes meeting his again, a silent invitation in her gaze despite her thoughts screaming at her about the foolishness of it all.
Tsun shook his head, his voice calm, "No, this is more than enough. Thank you, Carmilla." His words were simple, but they sent another wave of warmth through her, making her thighs press together involuntarily.
She nodded, turning to leave the room, her body tingling with a mix of fear and want. 'I should leave, but I want him to stay... to do more,' her thoughts whispered as she walked away, her steps slow, giving him one last look before she left him. Carmilla left Tsun to rest but couldn't shake the turmoil inside her. She walked back into her room, her steps heavy, and sat on the edge of her own bed. Tears began to stream down her face, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
She had known Sven since childhood, played with him in the streets, shared stories by the fire. The thought that he could do such a thing - kill Faendal, the elf who had been her friend, and then try to force himself on her out of jealousy - it tore at her. Her mind replayed the horrific scene, Sven's hands on her, his weight pinning her down, the lifeless body of Faendal beside them. Her crying intensified as she felt a mix of betrayal, grief, and relief flood her. Her body still ached from where Sven had gripped her, her skin bruised where he had held her down. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, the salt of her tears mingling with the dirt and blood from the struggle.
Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, the warmth between her thighs from earlier now a distant memory replaced by the cold reality of what had happened. She hugged herself, her arms wrapping around her, trying to hold in the pieces of her shattered sense of safety. The sounds of her own sobbing filled the small room, her body trembling with each breath.
Tsun heard Carmilla's sobs from the other room. He rose from the cot, his bare chest exposed, his muscles defined under the dim light. He walked quietly to her room, his footsteps barely audible.
He found her sitting on her bed, her head buried in her hands, tears streaming down her face. Without a word, he approached and sat beside her, wrapping his strong arms around her, pulling her close. His body was warm against hers, his skin smooth against her tear-stained cheeks.
"It will be okay," he said, his voice deep and reassuring. His hands moved gently over her back, not in a sexual way, but to comfort, to soothe.
Carmilla's crying slowed, her breath hitching as she leaned into his embrace, feeling the solidness of him, the safety he provided. Then, her tears stopped, and she looked up at him, her eyes red but suddenly intense. She shifted, moving closer, her hands finding his bare chest, fingers tracing the contours of his muscles.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his neck, her breath hot and quick. Tsun pulled back slightly, "This isn't a good idea," he said, his voice strained, aware of the vulnerability of the moment.
"I want to forget it all," Carmilla whispered, her voice desperate, "I want to feel something good." Her hands were now bolder, slipping down his sides, pulling him closer, her body pressing against his. Her lips found his, the kiss hungry, seeking to erase the night's horrors with something raw and immediate.
Her body responded to his nearness, her thighs parting slightly, an invitation in her posture. She could feel his hardness against her, the physical reaction to her touch, her closeness, despite his initial reluctance. Her hands moved to his waist, tugging at his pants, her need for distraction, for connection, overwhelming any sense of propriety or caution.
Tsun, his chest bare, kisses Carmilla, his lips pressing against hers, tasting the salt of her tears. He pulls back to look at her. Carmilla's body is that of a peasant woman, shaped by work and life - not overly curvy but with natural contours. Her brown hair is tangled, her face lined with the dirt and stress of the night. Her breasts are modest, slightly sagging, nipples hardening as he looks. Her skin bears the marks of the struggle, bruises beginning to form, dirt smeared across her.
His hands go to her shoulders, the cloak falls away, revealing her more. He can smell her, the scent of her body mixed with her sweat and now her arousal. He pulls her pants down, her legs strong from daily toil, her thighs muscular but not bulky. Her pubic hair is thick, a darker brown, matted with sweat and her own dampness, the musk of her sex strong. He touches her, fingers brushing through her hair, feeling the wetness. One then two fingers enter her, the warmth and slickness evident. "Ahh," she moans softly, her breath catching. Her hips lift slightly in response.
Tsun moves his other hand to her breasts, cupping one, his thumb tracing over her nipple, feeling it respond. He spends time there, exploring the softness of her flesh, the feel of her skin under his touch.
His mouth follows his hands, kissing her neck, tasting the saltiness, moving to her chest. His tongue circles her nipple, "Mmm," she hums, then he takes it into his mouth, sucking, "Ahh," her body tensing with each movement.
He continues down, kissing over her stomach, which shows the natural lines of a woman's body, not from vanity but from the labor of living. His hands remain on her breasts as he moves lower.
His face moves closer to her sex, the scent intensifying. He breathes deeply, the smell of her arousal potent. His tongue finds her, licking through her pubic hair, parting it to reach her clit. "What are you doing?" Carmilla gasps, her voice a mix of confusion and arousal.
His tongue circles her clit, then sucks gently, "Ohhh," she moans, louder now. Her body responds, her hips bucking, hands gripping his hair, "What in the gods is this?" she exclaims, her body moving crazily across the bed, her legs twitching as new sensations overtake her. His fingers continue inside her, the sounds wet, "Squelch, squelch," as he moves them, her moans growing, "Ahh, ahh," her breath in short, needy gasps. He looks up at her, seeing her face in the throes of pleasure, eyes half-closed, mouth open, her moans echoing in the room, "Ohhh, gods, ohhh."
Tsun focuses on her, his mouth and hands working together. The room fills with her sounds, "Mmm, ahh, ohhh," the wet noise of his mouth on her, the rustle of the bed. As he continues, her movements become more erratic, "Ohhh, oh gods," she cries out, her body shaking. She moves across the bed, her legs kicking out, "Ahh, ahh," her moans turning into a higher pitch.
Then it hits her, an explosive orgasm that she wasn't prepared for, "Oh gods, oh gods!" she screams, her body convulsing, her back arching off the bed. Her muscles clench around his fingers, "Ahh, ahh," the sounds of her release loud, her body trembling with the force of it.
She lays back, panting, "Ohhh," her body slick with sweat, her legs still quivering, the aftershocks of her orgasm making her twitch occasionally, "Mmm," a final soft moan escaping her as she tries to catch her breath.
Tsun pulls back, his face wet from Carmilla's arousal. He stands, pulling his pants down, releasing his erection. It's ten inches long, thick, the head darker, veins visible along its length. He positions himself between her legs, aligning his cock with her entrance. She's tight, her body tense. He takes his cock in hand, guiding the head to her. "It might hurt," he says, pressing against her, feeling the resistance. The head of his cock pushes against her, meeting the barrier of her hymen. "Ahh," she gasps, her body tensing, her hands gripping the bed sheets. He feels the tightness, the warmth of her body against the tip of his cock, the slight give but then the resistance.
He presses a bit more, and there's a slight give, a tear, "Oh!" Carmilla cries out, her face contorted with pain, her breath coming in quick gasps, "Ahh, ahh." He pauses, the head of his cock now just slightly inside, the warmth and wetness enveloping him, her muscles clenching around just the tip.
He feels the tightness, her body gripping him, the sensation intense, her inner walls slick but constricting around him. Carmilla's breathing is heavy, her eyes closed, her face showing the pain. "Slowly," she whispers, her voice strained, her body trying to accommodate him.
Tsun moves slightly, just the head of his cock inching a bit further, feeling her body's resistance, the heat of her. He can feel her muscles quivering around him, the texture of her inside, the slickness mixed with the tightness. "Mmm," he hums, the sensation overwhelming.
Carmilla's body is tense, her legs shaking slightly, her hands now on his shoulders, gripping him. "Ahh," she moans, the pain slowly giving way to a new sensation. She feels full, stretched, with just the head of his cock inside her, the rest of his length waiting.
The room fills with their breathing, the soft "Ahh, ahh," of Carmilla's moans, the rustle of the bed as she shifts. Tsun watches her face, sees the mix of emotions, feels the tension in her body, the way she clenches around just the head of his cock. He stops, giving her time, his own body controlled, waiting for her to adjust. He could change the size of his cock to make it more comfortable, but if he was honest, the fact he had a ten inch cock in this body naturally was incredible, it would be disrespectful to change it.
Tsun, feeling her adjust to the head of his cock, begins to push deeper. He moves slowly, inch by inch, feeling the resistance of her body give way. "Ahh," Carmilla moans, her body tensing with each new depth he explores. Her breathing becomes more labored, "Ohh," as he feels her inner walls stretch to accommodate him, the slickness aiding his passage but the tightness still very much present. He pushes further, her body yielding, the warmth enveloping more of his length. Her moans grow louder, "Ahh, ahh," her hands gripping his shoulders tighter, her nails digging into his skin. He feels the texture inside her change, the tightness fluctuating as he goes deeper, the sensation of her muscles contracting around him.
Tsun continues, now halfway in, her body shaking, "Mmm," he grunts, feeling the heat and the wet grip of her around his cock. Carmilla's face is a mix of pain and pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a continuous moan, "Ohh, ohh." He goes deeper, the slick sounds of her cunt filling the room. He can feel her body trying to adjust, her muscles quivering, the sensation of her tightness around him almost overwhelming. He's now three-quarters in, the base of his cock nearing her, "Ahh," she cries out, her body arching.
Finally, he pushes until his cock rests against her, the entire length inside, the head of his cock pressing against her cervix. "Ohh, gods," Carmilla moans, her voice high-pitched, her body trembling. His balls rest against her, the full contact complete. He holds there, feeling the depth, the warmth, the way she grips him, the sensation of being fully inside her, the sounds of their breathing and her soft, continuous moans echoing around them.
Tsun, with his cock fully inside Carmilla, starts to move. He pulls back slightly then thrusts forward again, "Ahh!" she cries out. He begins to fuck her, his movements growing urgent, forceful, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, "Slap, slap."
His thrusts get deeper, faster, his hips driving into her, "Ahh, ohh," her moans turning into screams. Her body moves with his, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper, "Mmm, ahh." She goes crazy, her mind lost in sensation, her body reacting, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.
Tsun grunts, feeling her tightness, the slickness aiding his movements, the friction building his pleasure. He watches her, her face contorted, her eyes rolling back, her mouth open with sounds, "Ahh, ohh, mmm." Her hands claw his back, leaving marks, her body arching with each thrust, her breath coming in sharp gasps.
He fucks her relentlessly, the bed creaking under the force, "Creak, creak." Carmilla's body is in a frenzy, her legs tight around him, her hips lifting, her sounds a continuous stream of moans and whimpers, "Ohh, ahh, mmm." She's lost, the pain gone, replaced by overwhelming pleasure.
He feels the pressure building, his balls tight, his abdomen tense. His thrusts become erratic, "Slap, slap, slap," as he nears climax. Carmilla's body responds, her orgasm building, her muscles clenching around him, her noises one long moan, "Aaaahhhh."
Tsun can't hold back, the sensation too intense. He thrusts deep, his body tensing, "Mmm," as he starts to cum. His cock pulses inside her, the first spurts hot, filling her, "Ahh," he groans, the release intense. He keeps thrusting, each pulse sending more seed into her, the slickness increasing, sounds wetter, "Squelch, squelch."
Carmilla feels the warmth inside her, driving her over the edge, her orgasm exploding, "Aaaahhhh," her body convulsing, muscles milking him. Her sounds primal, no longer coherent, just raw pleasure, "Mmm, ahh, ohhh."
They're both moving, him thrusting through his climax, her body shaking with hers, the room filled with their sounds, the wet sounds of their coupling, the slap of bodies, the bed creaking. His cum mixes with her arousal, leaking out, adding to the mess.
He slows, still inside her, feeling her body react. Carmilla's sounds quiet, her body calming but trembling, "Mmm, ahh." He looks at her, her face flushed, hair messy, eyes half-lidded, her sounds now soft, "Mmm." The room is silent but for their breathing, the aftermath clear.
Tsun finally stops, his cock still inside, feeling the warmth, the wetness, her body still clenching around him. He watches her, her chest heaving, body glistening with sweat, the scent of sex heavy. They lay there, connected, their breathing the only sound, her occasional moan.
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Outside, Freyja had been watching through the small window of Carmilla's house. The scene inside had her body responding. She stood there, her armor off, in just her tunic and pants, her arousal clear.
She pushed her pants down, her fingers finding her wet sex. Her eyes were fixed on Tsun, watching his movements, his muscles tense with each thrust, his face in pleasure. She bit her lip, her fingers circling her clit, her legs weak from the sensation.
The sounds of their coupling reached her - skin slapping, Carmilla's moans, Tsun's grunts. Freyja's breathing matched their rhythm, her fingers moving faster, pressing harder. She felt her own heat building, getting wetter as she watched Tsun climax, his body tense, his release evident.
Her other hand went under her tunic, to her breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples, hard from arousal. She leaned against the wall, her body moving with the scene inside, her fingers quick, the slick sounds of her arousal mixing with the distant noises from within.
As Tsun reached his peak, Freyja felt her orgasm coming. Her body shook with anticipation. Her fingers were relentless, her breath in short gasps. Then, watching Tsun, his body still moving, his seed inside Carmilla, Freyja's release hit her.
She moaned, a deep sound, her body convulsing. Her fingers pressed hard on her clit, and she squirted, the liquid hitting the ground, "Splash." Her orgasm was intense, her body shaking, her legs barely keeping her up. She kept moving her hand, drawing out the pleasure, her eyes never leaving Tsun. But as the pleasure faded, and anger replaced it. She felt angry watching Tsun. As her body calmed, her breathing steadied, she cursed him, "Damn you, Tsun." Her voice was low, bitter with unfulfilled desire and frustration.
Her hand was wet, her pants around her ankles, the ground wet from her release. She stood there, the cold air chilling her, her pleasure turning into frustration. She cursed him again, louder, "Damn you," her words echoing, her eyes still on the window, watching Tsun and Carmilla. Freyja pulled up her pants. She turned away from the window, her body still tingling from her orgasm but now mixed with sour emotions. She knew she'd go back to her bed alone, the image of Tsun's pleasure in her mind.
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AN: So some of you must be wondering why Carmilla just jumped into bed with Tsun and that's a fair question. The answer is, that bitch is a hoe. Don't even try and convince me different, she had two men wanting her don't try and tell me they didn't sample the pie. Anyway in this world being nice and strong gets you laid, because right now everyone awful and times are tough. Score 1 for the white knights am I right. Anyway this is just a one and done. Getting back to the plot now. Dragons and Whiterun.
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