0 comments/ 4543 views/ 0 favorites Iona By: PetesBrain Hello, My name is Peter and I am not a writer. As you are about to discover I am no skillful word-smith, but I do enjoy reveling in a fantasy when one pops into my head. As I've enjoyed reading other peoples here I thought i'd have a go at submitting my own. It's not a story, all the romance and back story is implied, I wanted to have a go at describing the hot and sweaty bit. Its very much a fantastical fantasy, where everything always goes the way you'd hope and everyone has a great time. I hope it titillates at the very least. ++++++++++++ The room is simple and straight forward. Like every other travel inn up and down the country is has all you need for your one night stay. The en suite is walled off creating a corridor from the entrance to the bedroom. The bedroom is perfectly proportioned to contain the five pieces of furniture leaving sufficient floor space to move about the room comfortably. The bed is large and inviting with a thick duvet and fluffy pillows promising a good nights sleep. The bedside table sits between the bed and the bathroom wall and holds a simple lamp and functional alarm clock. In the corner opposite the entrance sits a surprisingly comfortable chair, black leather on wooden legs. Along the wall opposite the bed is a dressing table, it's not very large but big enough to fit a small chair underneath and the tray of complementary tea and coffee on top with room to spare, a large mirror dominates the wall above it. You sit in the comfy chair resolutely ignoring your phone and watch, trying to stay calm and patient. You sip occasionally from the mug that came with the room, drinking the cold vodka that did not. There's a knock on the door. You are certain it's Iona she's early which you take to be a good sign. You get up from your chair and move toward the door, you take your time checking your reflection in the dressing tables mirror as you go. You spent the whole of today fluffing your confidence, flirting with Iona via ever more pornographic text messages, and looking at your self in the mirror now you smile deciding that your look awfully good in this suit. There's a second knock at the door, more urgent, and you can't help but smile as you turn the latch and pull the door open. You'd made a point of talking to Iona about what you'd hope she'd wear this evening, dropping hints and suggestions. It seems she got the message and stands before you now in a simple black halter dress that hangs from a thin strap flowing over her curves perfectly. You drag your eyes from Iona's legs and back up to her eyes that are twinkling with anticipation, you step to the side and allow her to enter. Her dress is even more stunning from the back, the fabric hanging down low revealing the smooth soft flesh of her back and shoulders. She stops by the dressing table and drops her small clutch bag onto it looking over her shoulder as you close the door and walk up behind her. As you brush past her on your way back to your chair she looks up at you, lips slightly apart, breathing quickly. You catch her perfume scent, feel her warmth and glimpse her breasts rising and falling under the loose fabric of her dress. Your desire for her is at a peak, you've been thinking of this moment all day and are determined to make it perfect. You force yourself continue past her and slide into the chair, picking up your drink. You take a sip while staring at Iona over the rim of the mug. You drink in the sight of her, her breasts seemingly magically restrained by the dress, the black fabric tightening about her hips and flowing over her thighs toward her knees and those beautiful legs pale and inviting. Iona loses her patience for this game of teasing and moves toward the dresser. Without taking her eyes from yours she slowly and deliberately pushes the few bits and pieces littering the dresser onto the floor. She hops up onto it and leans back against the mirror resting her left foot on the chair allowing her dress to slide down her thigh. She levels a challenging stare at you and slowly slides her hands up each thigh, pulling the dress higher and higher. You gulp down the last of your drink and decide enough is enough; you stand and stride toward her. You stand in front of her and she slides her legs open, showing you her naked sex. You gently take each of her hands in yours and raise them above her head where you bring them together and hold them both against the mirror with your left hand. Your right hand begins to undo the zip and fastening on your trousers, freeing your penis which leaps up solid as a rock. Iona looks down at it with a filthy grin on her face then looks back up into your eyes. Her right leg slides behind your left thigh, and she applies pressure, trying to pull you forward. You smile back at her and move your free hand to the inside of her left thigh, she gasps at the touch eager for you to begin. You quickly move your hand down her thigh and under her knee lifting her leg from the chair. You push her leg back toward her a little while simultaneously spreading her legs wider, the movement makes her pelvis roll back a little exposing her naked crotch even more. You step forward and slide your dick into her; she's so wet you push in to the hilt with little resistance. Inside she's incredibly hot and as she gasps she clamps down around you, holding you inside. You slide back out a few inches and then push back in, slowly. Iona arches her back and leans her head against the mirror moaning as you trust in to her, her eyes are closed and her breasts heaving. You keep to a slow rhythm, pulling out slightly further with each thrust concentrating and trying to stay calm. You fix your stare on Iona's face as you work in and out of her, her cheeks redden and with each thrust she lets out a noise between a gasp and a moan. You let go of her hands and move your left hand under her right knee. Now gripping each leg you push them up and back toward Iona's chest a little, keeping them spread wide. This allows you incredibly deep penetration and you increase the force of each thrust, pushing hard into her each time. Iona's mouth is now wide, she pulls in a gulp of air each time your withdraw and squeals each time you push back into her. Her eyes are open now and she stares into your eyes as you fuck her with a steady and relentless pace. Realizing her hands are free she clutches at her breast with her left and reaches down between her legs with the right. She grips the top of your trousers pulling you toward her with each thrust, trying to increase your pace. When this has no effect she slides it around the inside of your clothes to grab a handful of your ass cheek. Her breaths begin to fall out of sink with your thrusts and become more ragged and urgent. Her moans have become screams and each thrust increases their volume as though you're driving her toward a crescendo. You focus on your rhythm, concentrating hard and determined to hold off your own orgasm. Her sex burns around your cock and every withdrawal reveals the shaft slick with her wetness. Her left hand has torn her dress open and ferociously massages her now naked breast; her chest glistens with her sweat, her skin hot and reddened. Her face is a mask of rapture, her hair disheveled, her cheeks burning, eyes closed and mouth open. She digs her nails into your ass cheek the pain a useful distraction from the incredible sensation as her orgasm explodes, her vagina spasms around your dick tightening as through trying to pull it further inside her. You keep the rhythm going for as long as you dare, but you can barely hold back your own on coming orgasm so you slow right down, watching as Iona jerks and writhes beneath you. She gulps huge breaths and moves both hands to her breasts to tweak her nipples shivering with each pinch reveling in the after glow of her orgasm. After a few moments she looks up at you giggling each time she breathes out and reaches up to embrace you, coming in close to kiss your neck. Deciding that's long enough you begin to move. You grab her thigh with your right hand and behind her left knee with your other and jerk her up from the dresser. She instinctively tightens her grip around your neck and shoulders gasping with surprise. You swing around and move the few short steps to the bed quickly before throwing her from you onto the mattress. Your cock pops out from her and she lets out a shriek as she bounces onto the bed, before she has a chance to sit up and get her bearings you grab her left ankle and drag her back toward you, turning her onto her belly as you do so. You pull her legs off the bed so she's kneeling, bent over it, and you kneel down behind her. Your cock sticks out in front of you, rock solid knowing what's coming and straining to begin. With your left hand you grab Iona's ass cheek, pushing her against the bed and allowing you a glorious view of her soaking sex. Quickly you suck two fingers on your right hand, soaking them, and swing that hand down toward her. Iona bucks and squirms as your right hand starts to roughly smear your spit and her own juices around her pussy. She's eager for you to push into her again, she wants more, and her pleas come between deep breaths through gritted teeth. You have no intention of giving Iona what she wants; she's had her fantasy, her climax, and her turn, now to take what you want. You slide your sodden fingers upward and, after spreading her cheeks wide with your left hand, you slide your right index finger deep into her asshole. Iona lets out a confused squeal, struck suddenly with the joy of penetration and the realization of what has begun. Without waiting for her to get her breath back you pull your finger from her, you notice with some satisfaction that she pushes her ass back against your hand holding her down as though trying to stop the fingers exit. You slap your right hand down onto her ass and squeeze a fistful of cheek, pushing her ass up and spreading it wide. Your cock moves straight and true toward her opening and you push the tip against her asshole, you let the pressure build as the opening resists your intrusion, Iona once again surprises you as she pushes back onto you. For a few moments all you hear is your blood rushing in your ears and Iona's pleading whimpers. Then you thrust moving into her slowly, but relentlessly, your dick rock solid and straining. It feels as though it has a life of its own, champing at the bit to be let lose, but you hold onto your last threads of control and push you cock into Iona to the hilt. You press your weight against her pushing her against the bed. Iona yelps and moans with every inch, intermittently she calls out to God through gritted teeth. Iona's apparent pleasure quickly beats down your last shred of control and the beast in you is released. You start to fuck her asshole, hard and fast. You pull back only a few inches, before plunging back into her pressing her against the bed. Your hands grip her hips and you pull her back onto you with every thrust, desperate for every ounce of power you can manage. Iona's gasps have devolved to grunts and pornographic curses as your hips slap against her ass over and over. Soon all you can hear is your own breath coming in gasps, your own voice building into a roar. You feel your orgasm build, tingling in your balls. All feeling in your legs and stomach recedes toward your groin like water before a wave, and then your body explodes with orgasm. Your futilely try to keep your rhythm as your balls send wave after wave of cum up your shaft, your knees buckle so you plunge into Iona holding yourself inside her, filling her up. Your head rocks back on your neck and your stare, eyes closed, at the ceiling, mouth open in a silent roar. Your aware of Iona pushing back against you, gasping and screaming from her own climax, but all you can focus on is the ripples of pleasure ricocheting about your nervous system making you twitch and spasm. Quickly you surrender completely and both you and Iona collapse onto the floor, exhausted. Iona Alone Iona gazed longingly out over the lake toward the sun setting over the mountains to the west. A bottle of Black-Briar mead, half empty, sat on the table in front of her on the back porch of Honeyside. Where, she wondered, was her thane, the mysterious Myrna, who had stormed into her life and then vanished almost as quickly? Raised from birth to be a soldier in the Riften guard, Iona was rarely given over to deep emotion. But Myrna was almost like some supernatural force, a presence unlike any the young warrior had ever experienced before. In the mixed barracks of the guard, sexuality had been a carefree thing, partners swapped haphazardly, gender almost immaterial, emotional connections faint, the pleasure of the moment the overriding concern. But from the moment Iona had received the Jarl's summons to serve as a new Thane's housecarl, from the moment she laid her eyes upon the voluptuous raven-haired Imperial with skin as pale as snow and eyes as green as spring leaves, her heart—her body—wanted no other. She remembered the pounding in her chest as she led her new thane through the streets of Riften, how the small talk she tried to make sounded so empty and stupid, how self-conscious she was in the presence of this stranger. "Get a hold of yourself," she remembered thinking. She who cared about nothing except the sharpness of her blade, the deftness of her reactions, the strength of her arm, was suddenly a bundle of nerves. "Gods damn you, my thane," she said, half-bitterly and half-amused. It was only the next day from their first meeting that Myrna told her to pack her things. There was work to be done. Off they went, two young women tramping across the countryside. Myrna spoke politely but sparingly. Iona had continued to struggle with her emotions, but relished following the taut but curvy frame before her, wrapped in some mysterious, skin-tight black armor; something like leather, Iona thought, but both more supple and sturdier. It hugged her hips and ass and thighs such that Iona could scarcely take her eyes away. She tripped over roots or loose cobbles more than a few times. They reached Ivarstead that night and took a room at the inn. Myrna sat quietly in the corner of the common room long into the night, watching those coming and going carefully, saying little. Iona drank more than her share of mead, or perhaps in her emotional state it just had a stronger effect than usual on the large-framed warrior maiden. She remembered Myrna's hand over her mug, and the look in her eye that said, "stop." Then she had smiled. "There's work to be done tomorrow. I need you at your best, Iona." Hearing her name come from the Imperial's dark, luscious lips for the first time sent a chill up Iona's spine and a warm tingle around her nether regions. In the morning, after some words with the innkeeper that Iona did not overhear, Myrna led them just outside of town to Shroud Hearth Barrow. The dangers that lay within were beyond anything Iona had ever imagined. Draugr. Hoards of undead warriors from among the ancient Nords. She watched her thane move effortlessly, slaying with bow and with axe, whirling like a dancer one minute and calmly piercing the head of a distant draugr with a perfectly fired arrow the next. Gradually her own fears subsided, and Iona let her well-honed battle skills take over, chopping, hacking, slashing, engaged in a macabre dance of slaughter with this beautiful young maiden beside her. Whenever death seemed ready to overtake them, Myrna brushed it aside like so many cobwebs, and at times Iona could only watch in awe. But she held her own. As the mysterious Imperial pulled her axe from the skull of the Deathlord they had woken from centuries of slumber, she smiled up at Iona. "Kind of fun, huh?" Iona smiled back. "Come here," Myrna said, loosening her belt and dropping her axe to the floor. She took the bow and quiver from her back and laid them down next to her other weapon. Iona approached, unsure of what to expect. "Closer," said the pale Imperial, her dark eyes flashing in the torchlight. Iona's heart felt like it would leap out of her chest. Myrna pulled the young Nord to her and kissed her deeply and hard, her tongue pressing strongly into Iona's mouth. A fire swelled within Iona's loins that seemed all but unquenchable. The two women fumbled with their armor, Iona's plate mail held securely by tight leather strips, Myrna's black armor almost peeling off of her. Both were naked soon enough, kissing passionately, breasts pressed together, hands rubbing buttocks and hips and backs. Iona could scarcely believe the beauty she beheld in the dark-haired girl before her. Although somewhat stocky of build, Iona own body had wonderful curves and beautifully think thighs that perfectly complemented her rounded buttocks. Her large pendulous breasts swung free, her nipples erect. Myrna cupped both hands around one and sucked the nipple into her mouth, filling Iona with a wave of ecstasy. And suddenly the Imperial swung the Nord around, almost effortlessly, practically throwing her to the ground. Iona was shocked at the smaller girl's strength, but the shock gave way to pleasure a second later as Myrna straddled her housecarl's face, pressing her hot cunt hard over Iona's mouth, her labia wrapping around the Nord's slender nose, cutting off her air. Iona didn't care, and lapped greedily at the salty juices that flowed freely from her thane's delicious fount. From time to time Myrna would let up just enough to let Iona take a quick breath, barely enough to keep her conscious, just enough to drive the desire in her own pussy to new heights. As Myrna shuddered to orgasm she ground deeper and harder onto the Nord's face. Iona was at her breaking point, about to pass out, when Myrna's orgasm finally subsided. Iona gasped for breath as Myrna slid down to her cunt. A few quick flicks of Myrna's tongue brought Iona to climax, but the Imperial was just getting started. She slid two fingers inside, then three, four, finally the thumb. Iona felt filled up like never before as her thane's fist ground into her. It was a battle between pain and pleasure. As Myrna's other hand found Iona's clit, pleasure won out, and the Nord began to move herself around the rigid fist inside her. She grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples as she felt another orgasm brewing inside her, and in a minute or two she exploded with sensations beyond any she had ever felt. "That was fun, too," Iona said as they dressed. They journeyed across Skyrim together for a few weeks, each responding to the dangers they faced, once inevitably surmounted, with a torrent of lust and passion that was eagerly sated by the willing tongue and hands of the other. And then they returned to Riften. Myrna stayed only one night, and then was gone with just a quick kiss and a few quiet words. "It's time for us to part ways." Iona could only reply faintly. "I'll be here if you need me." Two months later, she still was, and the mysterious Imperial's hold on her memory only grew stronger with each passing day. Iona took a long draught from the bottle and watched as the last rays of the sun turned the clouds a brilliant orange. She squeezed her thighs together and felt a tickle of pleasure, and sighed.