Chapter 1: Introduction
Forge Jaeger stood tall, a figure of imposing strength and regal dignity. His attire reflected his origins as a Nord of Skyrim, a blend of northern practicality and noble splendor. His cloak, lined with fur, draped over broad shoulders, and his tunic was a deep, rich black adorned with intricate silver embroidery. The symbol of House Jaeger, the seal of Akatosh, was emblazoned proudly on his chest, a testament to his divine heritage and commitment to protection and justice. His wedding ring, forged by his own hand, was a band of dragon bone and ebony, inscribed with Dovahzul runes that spoke of eternal loyalty and strength. In his trousers is long, thick, and hard as steel at a bitch breaking size of 13 inches long and 1 and half inch thick cock.
Beside him, Elia Martell was a vision of grace and beauty, her gown a flowing cascade of golden yellow, the color of her house. The dress was adorned with delicate red and orange embroidery, symbolizing the sun and the fiery spirit of Dorne. Her hair was elegantly braided and woven with small jewels that sparkled like the stars. Her wedding ring, also crafted by Forge, was a delicate band of Stalhrim and gold, inscribed with the same runes, symbolizing their union and shared destiny. Elia has 38f size breasts, her thin waist and flared hips and bubble ass which her dress is press tight against.
Her dress pool at her feet as Forge shut the door and locked it. She looked at him with a sly smile on her face, her eyes glowing with warmth and desire. Forge felt his heart respond to her gaze, his cock throbbing with need.
"Welcome home, my love," he rumbled, crossing the room to pull her into his embrace. Her warm curves pressed against him, and he could feel her deep, steady breaths. Forge dipped his head to capture her lips, his tongue sliding against hers in a dance as old as time.
Elia welcomed him, her tongue answering his call, her body melding into his. Her hands skimmed up his chest, caressing the tunic he wearing as she unclips his cloak.
"You make me want to tear these clothes off you," he growled, his hands following a similar path down her body. Elia gasped as he cupped her breast, her nipple hardening beneath his touch. "Your tits are fucking perfect," he muttered against her lips, as he callous hands continued to paw out her silk dress rubbing the sides of her beast with her rubbing a thumb over her cleavage. His erection, thick and hard as steel, pulsed against the front of his trousers. She groaned, her hands tearing at his tunic, pulling it off his broad shoulders and letting it pool around his feet.
"You're really fucking handsome when you're like this," she whispered, pulling his face down to meet hers for another deep kiss. Her hands roamed down his torso, feeling the ripples of his muscles beneath his skin. He nipped at her lips, his mouth moving down her jaw, trailing kisses along the sensitive column of her neck.
She let out a whimper, her hands finding their way to the knot of his trousers. He groaned as she undid them, tossing the pants aside.
Forge led her to the bed, pushing her down onto the plush crimson sheets. She stops him from going further as she says he might be the lord of Dragonstone but she in charge of the bedroom.
"I want you to lay back and let me have my way with you," she whispered. Forge raised an eyebrow and smirked. "As you wish, my lady," he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
She pushes him back on the bed and climbs on top of him, her weight settling on his abdomen. He looks up at her, sprawled out in front of him, the firelight flickering in her eyes, making them sparkle as she looks down at him.
A low rumble reverberates in his chest as he gazes at the beauty of his new wife.
Elia leans down, pressing her palms against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. She locks eyes with him for a fleeting moment, the heat and want in them causing her chest to flutter in anticipation. She bends down, pressing her lips against his, kissing him deeply as her fingers roam lower, exploring the tight muscles of his abdomen, before reaching behind her back to undo her dress.
The gown loosens, the top falling away to reveal the generous mounds of her breasts, her hardened nipples already straining in the air. Forge's gasp is lost in their kiss, his hands instinctively rising to cup her bare flesh, eliciting a shudder of pleasure from her body.
She breaks the kiss, grinning down at him with wild passion flaring in her eyes as she sheds the rest of the garment. Now standing fully naked above him she steps off to remove her stockings as Forge watches with ravenous hunger.
The curve of her hips and the generous swell of her ass are both mesmerizing and arousing. Her bare feet padding around the stone floor as she removes the stockings strapped to them delicately.
"Fuck, Ellia" Forge mutters under his breath as she approaches him again. He can't tear his gaze away from her body as she finally crawls onto the bed next to him. Her eyes locked on his, she crawls over him, settling herself between his knees while staring in awe at his massive cock which stands like pillar of debauchery.
Slowly, deliberately, she parts her lips and plants a tender kiss on the tip. His knees jerk in response as he groans out loud.
"Elia," Forge growls, his hands clutching the bed sheets and his hips arching off the bed.
She smiles up at him, opening wider, and taking him in her mouth. His taste is something she knows she'll never tire of: rich saltiness with an undertone of masculine spice. She's missed it.
She swirls her tongue around him, eliciting another deep gasp from Forge.
She runs her hands along the base of his cock as her kiss becomes more fervent, her actions leaving no doubt as to her desires.
He watches from above as her head moves up and down in his lap, her tongue swirling around his shaft as if she's worshiping it.
His hands find their way to her head, threading through her hair as he gasps at the sensation of her skilled lips and tongue on him. Elia moans, the feeling of him in her mouth causing heat to pool between her legs, moisture beginning to coat her thighs. Forge pushes himself deeper into her mouth, testing the boundaries of her comfort. Elia hums, letting him know she wants more.
She slides her hands along the length of him, cupping his balls in one hand as her other continues to work her mouth. Forge can feel the pressure building inside him, and he tries to keep his groans in check.
Elia fallsated him with an intensity that made him writhe and thrust into her mouth. Forge longed to fuck her senseless, but he was determined to pleasure her first. Elia struggled to take his length. She wanted all of him. She hummed appreciatively, running her tongue along the underside of his shaft as she took him deeper.
Forge tangled his hands in Elia's soft hair, pulling her closer as he thrust shallowly into her welcoming mouth. She moaned against him, the vibrations traveling through his cock, setting off bursts of pleasure throughout his body.
"Gods, Elia, you're perfect," he breathed. His hips started moving faster, pushing himself deeper into her.
Her throat worked, trying to take him all as he grew harder by the second. Forge groaned, his hands tightening in her hair, not able to resist the urge to guide her movements as he pushed deeper and harder.
"Oh fuck, unrestrained lust, you're so goddamn tight," he gritted out.
Elia's eyes rolled back as she reveled in the feeling of him, she digs her nails into his lean and muscular thighs as she sucked harder. She wanted to feel him explode in her mouth.
She wanted to feel him cum and taste it, feel his thighs shake as she drained him dry. Forge knew what she was doing, encouraging her, pushing her to take all of him. And gods be damned, she wanted to.
As she sucked harder on the tip, her tongue tracing the round bulb with every thrust of her mouth and throat, she reached down with one hand to squeeze her own breast. The tip was hard and quivering with excitement, desire pooling between her legs. Gods help her, but she wanted this.
He was a work of art, and she wanted to feel every inch of him, consume every part of him. Her husband, her partner, her love. Forge was everything she desired, an unapologetic force that demanded her attention and submission. Her heart pounded violently as she continued to take him into her mouth. Forge gasped and buried his hands deeper into her hair. She looked up at him, his face contorting in pleasure, the muscles in his neck straining. In those moments, all her worries and fears dissipated.
All she could focus on was the feeling of him in her mouth, the taste and texture of his member, the way his breathing hitched and caught as she worshiped him down to the root.
She had never been one for submission, but when it came to Forge, she couldn't help but want to please him, to surrender control and let him take over. She wanted to feel his strength and force overwhelm her, to let him claim and conquer every inch of her being.
The thought alone made Elia's body shudder with desire. Her fingers found their way to her thighs, rubbing the sensitive flesh there, feeling the wetness that had gathered between her legs.
"Elia, you keep doing that and this is going to end a lot faster than you want it to," Forge growls, trying to keep his wits about him despite the heady pleasure coursing through him.
At his words, she couldn't help but grin up at him, mischief glittering in her eyes beneath the flickering firelight.
"Keep talking like that and I won't be held accountable for what I do," she whispered, before releasing him from her mouth with a sensual pop.
Forge hissed as the air hit his sensitive tip, his cock quivering with need and desire. He reached out to Elia, pulling her up towards him, so she was laying on top of his muscular body.
"You little minx," he muttered, his voice low and full of lust as he looked into her eyes with pure hunger. "You're going to be the death of me."
Elia grinned, feeling her entire body heat with anticipation. She leaned down and kissed him deeply, her breasts pressing against his chest.
Forge ran his hands down her back, caressing the curves of her ass, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips.
With a feral growl, Forge flipped her over onto her stomach, her body arching back to meet him as he settled onto the bed beside her. His hands took possession of her, running over the curves of her body, gripping and caressing her curves. He spread her legs wide, exposing the enticing juncture between her thighs, her moist sex glistening in the firelight.
Forge leaned over her, grasping her hips and thrusting two fingers into her entry. Elia bit her lip, moaning at the invasion, the roughness of his fingers provoking a primal response within her.
"You like that?" he asked, his voice deep and gruff. He added a third finger, exploring the hot depths of her. "You want more?"
Elia gasped, thrusting back against him, meeting him with fire. "Yes, yes, I want you."
Forge complied, pulling his fingers out and positioning himself at her entrance.
He looked down at her, his gaze focused and intense. With a grunt he pushed deep into her in one swift thrust, eliciting a loud gasp from Elia.
"Gods, Forge," she panted, her body trembling beneath him. "You fill me up so well."
"Told you I knew what I was doing when I built this thing," he smirked, pumping his cock in slow steady strokes, enjoying the feeling of her tight, wet heat surrounding him.
Elia's hips rocked against him, meeting his thrusts eagerly.
She wrapped one leg around his waist, digging her heels into his sculpted backside as she rode him with a abandon. Their kiss deepened, tongues dancing in a wild, animalistic dance.
Forge reached between them, careful not to break their connection, and began massaging her clit with his fingers. Elia strings of curse filled the air as he began to rub the sensitive nub beneath the hood with sure, firm movements.
"Fuck, Forge ... yes ... there ...
it's so fucking good," she moaned against his lips, urging him to increase the pace of his thrusts and strokes.
Forge obliged, his hips moving faster and harder against hers, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the room. Her gasps and cries of pleasure drove him wild, his entire body vibrating with intensity and hunger.
He could feel her beginning to tighten around him, her muscles tensing as she reached the brink.
In response, Forge increased his speed, pounding into her faster and harder, wanting to feel her climax with his cock in her.
Elia cried out, her body rigid, as she reached orgasm. Her ultra-wet pussy gripped his cock as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Forge could feel it too, the violent throbbing from deep within her pulling at his cock, dragging out his own climax until he was teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
Pumping faster and harder, Forge groaned, unable to hold back any longer.
His balls drew up and he slammed into Elia, filling her with his seed in a flood of white-hot lust. Grinding herself against him, Elia purred with satisfaction, her climax still reverberating through her. Their bodies shook as they came together, each breath panting, each cry echoing in the silent room.
Their hearts slammed against their chests, slowing in tandem as the waves of pleasure subsided. Elia's limbs grew heavy, her head resting on Forge's shoulder as her breath steadied.
Forge continued to stroke her hair, tracing lazy patterns with his fingertips. He nuzzled her neck, savouring the taste of her skin, the lingering scent of their sweat mingling with the remnants of their desire. She moaned softly, gripping him tight like a vice. Forge didn't care. He loved this woman with every fibre of his being, and he would willingly become her prisoner if it meant holding her close.
The air in the room grew charged with their arousal, and as they breathed heavily, they listened to each other's hearts race in syncopation. The fire crackled audibly, casting shadows on the walls as it danced.
Elia reveled in their connection, feeling the power that surged through her body as Forge ran his hands over her slick body. She squirmed beneath his touch, his fingers exploring the sensitive skin of her back, teasing the creases of her hips.
"That feels so good," she whispered, her breath hot and heavy against his chest.
Forge nipped at her earlobe, his hands gripping her hips tighter, pulling her against him with each thrust. She could feel the rough hair of his crotch brushing against her clit with every movement, and it was driving her insane.
The sweat dripped from their brows, and the sound of their bodies slapping together echoed throughout the room, amplified by the burning fireplace.
Elia couldn't get enough of Forge's thick and hard cock, and she groaned at every thrust. She panted, "You like that, you big fucking stud? I'm the queen of your world, aren't I?"
Forge growled in response, his grip tightening on her hips. "Fuck yes, you are. And you're all mine; I own every fucking inch of you, don't I?"
"Gods, yes, you do!" she cried out as he hammered into her from behind.
Forge grunted with each thrust of his hips, losing himself in the sensation of her tight, slick heat wrapped around his cock. "Yes, yesss," she hissed as he reached around to play with her clit.
Forge felt her start to clench around him, growing tighter as her orgasm approached. Unwilling to let her reach the pinnacle without him, he used every bit of his strength and willpower to hold back, driving them both to the brink of madness.
"Please," Elia gasped, desperate for release.
"Forg-"
She didn't even get to finish his name before Forge thrust into her deeply, their bodies meeting in a feverish union. Forge's hips pistoned relentlessly, driving into her with a force that reverberated through every nerve ending in her. Her breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, and she reached up to clutch at her nipples, tugging and twisting them in time with his pounding thrusts.
Elia was panting, gasping for breath as Forge picked up the pace, their wet bodies slapping against each other. She moaned, "Harder... harder!”
Forge gave a savage growl as he complied, his cock surging even deeper into her porcelain depths, her walls stretching to accommodate the intensity of hisσ drives.
Their eyes were locked as they danced their primitive dance, their limbs trembling in ecstasy.
Forge’s masculine chest was flushed, sweat dripping down his heaving muscles. He was a man possessed, consumed by unadulterated lust. He drove himself deeper and harder into Elia, pushing her over the edge into a blinding orgasm.
She threw her head back, her screams of pleasure echoing around the room as her pussy tightened around his cock, milking it for all it was worth. Her entire body shuddered uncontrollably, every nerve ending tingling with exquisite sensation.
Forge rode out her orgasm, savoring her response to him and feeling a flood of possessive pride swell within him. This was his wife, his queen, and she was his.
The room was filled with the sounds of their physical union, the bed creaking and groaning underneath their combined weight, their moans and gasps overlapping in a symphony of pure passion. Every curve of Elia's flawless body was now exposed, and Forge drank in the sight of her.
Her breasts were bouncing from the force of their lovemaking, her nipples hard and pink. His eyes then dropped to her stomach, toned but soft. The apex of her thighs glistened with the evidence of her pleasure, and Forge couldn't resist the growing desire to taste her.
"You're so fucking perfect," he croaked, voice thick with need.
He slowly moved down, his mouth hovering just over the sensitive juncture of her thighs. His warm breath tickled her, making Elia sigh with anticipation.
Forge's tongue snaked out, tracing a sizzling path up the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh before he dove between her legs with wild abandon.
Elia cried out as she felt his mouth on her, his tongue delving into her slick folds with a hunger that didn't seem to abate.
"Fuck, Forge-you're too good...
!" Elia moaned, her head thrown back as his tongue explored her pussy with fervent enthusiasm. The tip of his tongue dragged slowly across her clitoris, making her spine tingle and her toes curl.
Forge took his time savoring every inch of Elia's delicious folds, his tongue snaking in and out before gently probing deeper still, causing her to buckle and gasp. He nibbled lightly at her inner thigh, teasing her with his lips and stubble, all the while eliciting delicious sounds from her throat that urged him on.
Forge knew how to take his time, and he made sure every inch of her was worshipped before his mouth settled on her clitoris.
Forge's tongue swirled around the tight nub in skilled circles before he began to suck on it gently. Elia's legs shook with pleasure, and she threaded her fingers through the braids framing his face, holding him in place.
Her sighs turned into whimpers and moans as Forge tortured her with his tongue, driving her crazy with blissful pleasure.
She bucked against his skilled lips, losing herself in the wave of sensations crashing over her.
Forge clamped his mouth over her clitoris, nibbling and biting gently, sending shockwaves through her entire body. Elia let out a seductive growl as she reached her climax, the walls of her channel contracting around his tongue.
Exhausted and panting, Elia laid back on the bed, her body glistening with sweat.
Forge, his cock throbbing and slick with their mutual juices, slid up beside her and nestled their bodies together.
Elia wrapped her arms around his neck, laughing as she sighed, "I think that's the most incredible kindness anyone has ever offered me."
Forge leaned down to kiss her, whispering, "You deserve nothing less than kindness, and I aim to give you much more, my dear."
Forge worked his cock into Elia again, this time with a slower, more tantalizing rhythm.
Their eyes locked as his girth penetrated her cunt entirely, inch by inch.
Elia gripped his shoulders, her thighs clamping around his torso, as his fingers trace the softness of her hips. Forge's mouth finds its way to Elia's neck, his lips finding purchase on the delicate skin, his warm breath wheezing like an animal in heat against the shell of her ear.
"Forg... oh gods, Forge," Elia gasped, her head tossing back as his fingers trace the softness of her hips.
"Don't stop."
Forge responded with a carnal growl, taking her earlobe into his mouth and nipping gently. His hot breath against her skin elicited a tremor from Elia and her inner muscles tightened around him in response.
He grunted in approval, thrusting his hips to meet hers. His cock sank in and out of her, stroking her greedy channel with each powerful move. Forge gripped Elia's hips tighter, urging her to grind on top of him.
She obliged, throwing her head back as she moved her body in rhythm with his thrusts. The friction between their bodies was electric, and Elia's eyes rolled back as she felt him hit that sweet spot inside her.
Forge's hands reached up to toy with her breasts, kneading them gently before pinching and twisting her nipples. Elia moaned, arching her back as her sensitive flesh tingled at his touch. His rough hands moved south, across the softness of her stomach, before dipping behind her hips tell they are resting on her large ass. Forge plays with her asschecks as he continues to slowly thrust into her cunt but never the full length for he doesn’t know if she can take all 13 inch’s for she seems to barely take ten inches.
He relents and pulls her body flush on him and rolls her over onto her back. He towers over her, watching his cock disappear into her cunt.
Elia’s breathing is labored, eyes hooded and throaty moans escape from her, she is so turned on by this new position. Forge’s hands travel down to Elia’s hips, gripping them forcefully as he pounds into her with a raw power that leaves them both gasping for air.
She cries out his name, arching her back and digging her nails into his shoulders as she searches for release.
Thrust after thrust, the room fills with the sound of their bodies coming together. The bed creaks beneath them, firelight flickering across their sweaty forms. Forge is lost in the primal urge to claim his woman, wild animalistic lust coursing through his veins.
He leans down to kiss her, pushing her back onto the bed, his weight pinning her.
Her lips part under his, and she wraps her arms around his neck, her moans growing louder as his tongue enters her mouth.
Their bodies are slick with sweat and their movements have a primal urgency to them. Elia arches up to meet Forge every time he thrusts deeper into her.
Forge's hands wander down her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples before trailing down her flat stomach, trembling with desire. Elia groans into his mouth as she cums again. Forge releases a hoarse battle cry, his muscles tensing as he follows suit. He collapses on her, both of their bodies spent and willingly entwined like Siamese twins. They stay that way, sharing the sweet afterglow of their lovemaking.
A few minutes later aa Forge rolls off her, Elia moves to mount him once more as he lays on his back. Elia sinks herself on to his cock tell she reaches the ten inch mark but she gives a feral look at Forge before planting her hands onto his chest then slowly pulls herself upward then bottoms out Forge’s cock by slamming down onto his pelvis forcing all 13inchs into her cunt.
"Holy mother of dragons," Forge groans, as the tight, wet heat enveloping his cock swallows him whole. The slick walls of her channel grips tightly around his shaft as she lets out a loud, delighted laugh.
"I told you, didn't I?" she growls, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She begins to experiment, rocking and grinding on him, her hips rolling as she sets a steady rhythm.
He relinquishes control, allowing her to be the conductor of this passionate duet. His hands roam her body, appreciating her lush physique. He runs a hand down her spine, feeling the small hairs rise under his fingertips as they caress her skin.
"Fuck me properly," she demands, biting her bottom lip in a seductive manner. He complies, grasping her hips firmly and driving into her with a powerful thrust.
"Oh yes, that's it," she moans, arching her back as he sinks deep within her. Her fingers dig into his chest.
"Fuck me harder," she demands, grinding herself against him.
Forge compliance grows in intensity with each passing second, violent and urgent.
He lifts her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and as he slams into her, the room fills with the sound of their flesh hitting together.
Elia reaches up, grabbing the headboard for support, grinding herself against him with each thrust. Forge bites down on her neck, leaving a hickey that matches those on her shoulder.
He’s losing himself, consumed by the heat of their savage, wild mating dance. The bed creaks underneath them as he pounds into her. Their bodies are slick with sweat, and they're both moaning and breathing heavily.
He grunts, "Elia, I'm so fucking close. You feel so good. So. Fucking. Good."
His declaration only makes Elia wilder. She loves the feeling of Forge being pushed to the brink of desire, losing himself inside her as he claims her again and again. Forge’s cock splitting her insides open has each thrust caused the head to slam into her cervix.
The sensation is almost too intense, but she relishes it, welcoming the pain as much as she does pleasure, “God, yes, harder, dragon-slayer,” she gasps, her voice ragged and pleading.
With a snarl of pure desire Forge obliges, his hips pistoning into her, driving his thick and pulsating width deeper and deeper. Elia can feel her walls stretching to an almost unbearable degree, clenching and trembling against him; her breathing growing sharper by the second, each word delivered with a choking gasp.
The pleasure-pain she's experiencing reaches a transcendental peak, and she arches her back, eyes rolling up in her skull.
"You're mine now, Elia," Forge growls, hoarse and raw from their brutal, intense lovemaking. The bed beneath them creaks and groans, threatening to splinter into pieces. "Say it. I want to hear you say it."
"I'm yours..." she gasps between quivering breaths. Her legs tighten around his waist, toes curling in mindless pleasure.
His raw strength and fierce intensity are something she can't resist. She savors the feeling as he fills her completely, his girth throbbing in the most delicious way, brushing past nerve endings long forgotten.
"Forge...you're going to make me come," she rasps as her body tenses from the powerful sensations. He licks his lips and flashes her a sexy grin.
"Good, you can come a few times if you want," he replies, moving even faster.
"I have more than enough stamina to give you all the pleasure you desire."
Forge's pace was relentless and Elia loved every second of it. His cock was throbbing inside her, his balls slapping her ass with each powerful thrust. She could feel her climax building and couldn't hold back her moans, panting out her husband's name over and over, "Forge, oh Forge," she chants.
Forge could feel her walls quivering and knew Elia was close.
He reached between them and strummed her clit in quick, firm circles, just how she liked it.
"Oh, fuck yeah, just like that," Elia moaned, throwing her head back and grinding down on his fingers.
Her pussy tightened around his cock as another orgasm tore through her, and Forge couldn't hold back any longer. With a deep groan, he let go, filling her with his cum. They both cried out in pleasure, their bodies trembling as they rode out their climaxes.
Forge's cock throbbed inside Elia, his hot release filling her to the brim. They both collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily, hearts pounding in their chests.
Forge withdrew from her gently and pulled Elia into his arms. They lay there for moments, panting, basking in the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking. His fingers traced patterns on her bare shoulder as they both savored the intimacy of their shared release.
Elia turned to face him, a content smile on her face.
Forge smiled back, his green eyes holding hers for a moment as they both remembered the pleasure they had just shared. She leaned in and kissed him softly, tenderly.
"I love you," she murmured against his lips.
"I love you too, Elia," Forge replied, running a hand down her back.
They lay there for a while, lost in their thoughts and their feelings for each other. But soon enough, their bodies began to stir again. Forge's hand traveled down to Elia's ass, giving it a squeeze. As he plays with her bubbly butt he smirk as he flips her onto her stomach before he sits on her legs before placing his cock between her ass cheeks before rubbing back and forth before rubbing the tip of his cock against her virgin asshole. "Tell me you trust me," he growls, pushing against her tightly puckered hole.
"I trust you," she replies, her voice a tremulous whisper.
He grips her hip with one hand while using the other to guide his cock towards her entrance. She takes a deep breath as she feels the head of his cock press against her reluctant muscles. Forge pauses, giving her time to adjust before he slowly starts to push, his shaft sliding slowly but surely into her tight ass.
Elia's eyes widen in a mixture of pleasure and pain, but she doesn't resist as he thrusts deeper. With every inch, she feels her ass stretching to accommodate his size.
"Oh... fuck," she hisses, digging her nails into the sheets as he bottoms out inside her. The sensation is unlike anything she has ever experienced. It's intense, overwhelming, and unbelievably arousing. Her pussy clenches in response, slick with desire.
Forge remains unmoved, gripping her hip and waiting patiently.
"You're mine," he murmurs in her ear, his voice barely above a whisper, sending shivers down her spine.
Elia nods, pushing back towards him with a breathy moan. He takes the hint, slowly pulling out before pushing back inside her tight ass.
They built up a steady tempo, her ass stretching to accommodate his size with each thrust. Their lovemaking turns more intense, their bodies moving in sync as they continue fucking.
Forge's thrusts become more deliberate, pounding into her harder and deeper with each thrust, eliciting cries of pleasure from Elia's lips.
Elia's eyes roll back, her nails digging into the sheets as Forge's cock stretches her ass further. The pain has faded into pleasure, and she pushes back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Their moans fill the room, mingling with the sound of their bodies slapping together. The scent of their lust fills the room as they succumb to their desires.
Forge's powerful hips continue to thrust into Elia's willing body, the sound of their skin slapping together growing louder. Elia's soft moans fill the air, matching the rhythm set by their heated encounters.
Forge's grip on her hips intensifies as he pounds deeper, losing himself in the feeling of her around him. He can feel himself nearing the brink, his entire body tensing as he reaches his limits.
"Elia," he warns, his voice guttural, his thrusts growing wilder as the orgasm approaches.
"Come for me, Forge," she whispers, urging him on, "I'm right here with you."
That does it. With an almost feral snarl, Forge thrusts into Elia one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he erupts in her. He lets out a lust-filled roar, each spurt filling her ass, branding her as his.
Elia, overwhelmed by the sensations, throws her head back, her screams of pleasure echoing through the room.
He withdraws slowly, letting her ass relax around him before driving back in. Every stroke is harder, every thrust more intense. Their bodies are slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Elia moans as he fucks her roughly, reaching between her legs to stimulate her clit, making her orgasm absolutley explosively.
Her walls clamp down on his cock, milking him dry as she reaches her own climax. He falls on top of her, spilling his cum all over her stomach as they lay sweating and panting, gazes locked.
Forge lets out a groan as he gives in to his primal instincts. His cock remains painfully hard inside her, and he can't bear to pull out just yet. Their breathing is heavy, and their bodies are slick with sweat and cum.
Forge's cock is still buried deep inside Elia's ass, neither of them willing to break the connection just yet.
Forge nuzzles into the crook of Elia's neck, placing tender kisses along her shoulder and neckline, his chest heaving from the intensity of their lovemaking. His hands roam over her body, feeling her soft curves beneath his touch.
Elia sighs contentedly, her eyes closed as she basks in the afterglow of their passion.
Forge's fingers trace patterns on her shoulders, his strong arms anchoring her to him.
"You are mine, now and always," he murmurs against her neck, his warm breath making her shiver.
"And I am yours," Elia smiles, turning to face him. She traces the dark stubble on his jawline with her fingertips before kissing him deeply. Forge's arms tighten around her, pulling her close as he deepens the kiss.
His tongue seeks out Elia's mouth, exploring every corner, tasting her, drinking her in. Elia's resistance melts away with each exploration of his tongue. She tangles her hands in his hair, pulling him closer, wanting more.
Forge quickly breaks the kiss, his chest heaving. "I can't wait any longer, Elia," he growls, his voice thick with desire.
He plants a trail of lingering kisses along her jawline, nipping at the soft skin before reaching her collarbone.
Then he pushes her down onto the bed, kissing a path down to her large, swollen breasts. Each labored breath she takes causes her generous cleavage to rise and fall, increasing Forge's urgency. He teases her nipples, running his tongue in circles before taking a mouthful of the tender flesh. Her moans grow louder as he continues the torment, sucking and nibbling until she's writhing beneath him. He moves down her lithe body, and she spreads her legs wide, inviting him to continue his assault on her senses as his cock continue to stretch her ass. As the two of them fill the feeling of sleep take them. Forge's breathing evens out as he falls into a deep slumber, but Elia is still riding the wave of her post-coital bliss. She absentmindedly reaches back to toy with her ass, still aglow from the ass-pounding session just moments before.
Elia smiles to herself, staring off into space, reflecting on the intense passion that they just shared. She marvels at the strength of their connection—how it grows stronger and deeper with each passing day.
Their love is a primal force, an unstoppable whirlpool that demands and consumes. Forge, too, looks overcome by the power of his desire. It's then that Elia makes her intentions clear.
"Take me again, Forge," she says, her voice barely a whisper. "Please, more." The last Dragonborn does what his wife commands as he pulls his cock out of her ass tell it just the tip still in then he slams forward sheathing his cock in her ass making her cum hard.
Forge then starts to quickly piston his hips, slamming into her virgin ass, stretching her tight hole as he takes her breath away."
"Fuck, Forge!" she cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and discomfort as he began to take her ass like he took her pussy. He held her hips tightly and plowed on, forcing her to accommodate his massive size.
The two of them began to find a rapid rhythm, moving together in their shared ecstasy. Her hole was on fire but the pain somehow only intensified her pleasure.
Elia's moans grew louder as Forge plunged his cock deeper into her ass, matching each rim-rattling thrust with published ones. She writhed beneath him, her body responding instinctually, her tits jiggling as she tossed her head back and moved her ass up and down the length of his shaft. Forge watched his cock disappear beneath her and was struck by the sight of the glistening rim of her ass stretching around his cock entirely, sucking him in completely, and exhaling a low guttural groan.
"Holy fuck!" he roared, feeling the incredible rush of power surge through his veins as he buried himself balls-deep inside his wife.
Elia straddled his lap, her eyes glittering with ferocity. She pushed herself up and tugged on his beard, thrusting her hips back faster and harder, impaling herself on his engorged members. Forge's grip tightened, his hands locked around her thighs as they were swept away by a torrent of intense passion.
"Your cock's in me, godsdamn it, it's divine.
I can't take it any slower." Elia's voice growled into Forge's ear as they rutted hard on the master bed of Dragonstone. She clawed at his back, fingers digging into the strong muscle that littered his skin.
"You're mine, Elia," Forge's voice boomed as he possessed her, pulling out and slamming back in, filling her tight heat inch by inch. "Fucking yours," he gritted out as he slammed into her once more.
The force sending waves of pleasure throughout her body.
As they writhed together, he took notice of the way her body moved in conjunction with his as if they were two halves of a whole.
"Forge, I'm-" she gasped, her sentence trailing off as her body was wracked by waves of pleasure. Her pussy spasmed around his cock and her walls gripped him like a vise. Her body trembled beneath him and it still wasn’t enough to satisfy Forge’s desire for his wife.
Their sweaty bodies glistened in the firelight as he pulled out and flipped her onto her back. He grabbed both her legs and pushed them up, opening up her pussy for his cock. She whimpered as he drove back in, his thrusts slow but deep this time, watching as he disappeared into her.
He leaned down and captured her lips with his, stealing a deep kiss as he continued to take his wife. Their bodies smacked together in a steady rhythm until Forge could feel an orgasm building in his balls.
He gritted his teeth, fighting against the rising wave of pleasure.
"I warned you, Elia," he growled, thrusting harder and faster. "I can't hold back much longer."
Elia giggled saucily, "Threatening already? I thought you said you can go all night."
His grip on her hips tightened, and he felt a surge of anger flicker through his veins. He never wanted to disappoint her, never wanted to show weakness.
So he kept his promise, his hard cock never leaving her silken, velvety folds. It had been days since their last encounter, and his need for her grew stronger with each passing moment. His fingers trailed down her quivering hips, his thumb hooking into the curve of her ass. Elia took a deep breath, feeling his powerful grip as he pulled her forward, pressing herself onto his engorged manhood.
"Forge," she breathed, her voice shaking with the same urgency that echoed through his heart.
He felt her clench around him, the slick heat of her pussy hugging his cock tightly, and their foreheads pressed together as they fought to maintain control.
"Elia," he whispered back, the tip of his nose brushing against hers as they moved together. "Fuck, I need you so badly." His hips thrust forward, the head of his cock brushing against sensitive patches inside her.
She moaned, the sound guttural and animalistic. Forge's hand gripped her hip possessively, setting the pace for their desperate coupling.
The sound of their bodies moving together filled the room, a symphony of lust and desire.
Elia's breast jiggled violently with every thrust, causing her to cry out with each slap against Forge's chest. "Harder, damn you! Harder!" she demanded, the vehemence in her voice spurring Forge to take his domination to new heights.
His arm wrapped around her neck, lifting her slightly off the bed as he ravished her, their bodies slick in a sheen of sweat.
"This is what you wanted, you little nymph," he growled, teeth clenched in a fierce expression. "I hope you can fucking handle it."
She met his intensity with a wanton gasp, nails sharply digging into the hard planes of his back. With every hammering thrust, her pleas grew more frenzied. It was a dance of power and dominance, their hips snapping together with wild abandon.
Forge's fingers laced with hers, pulling them up over her head to give him full access to the supple hills of her breasts.
Her back arched against the bed as he took one hard, rosy peak into his mouth. His tongue swirled around her sensitive skin, his teeth gently nipping and biting, while his opposite hand played with her other nipple, rolling and pinching it to match the rhythm of his mouth.
Elia's moans spilled like honeyed nectar from her lips as she threw her head back in sheer ecstasy. Each swirl of his tongue, each pull of his lips sent electric currents racing from her breasts straight to her throbbing clit.
Forge's cock was still buried deep inside her, and Elia's moans reached a fever pitch as the pleasure built within her.
"Yes, like that!" she cried out desperately, lifting her hips to meet every thrust. Her desperation turned into a demanding need for more as her hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer to her aching core.
Forge didn't need any further encouragement. His hands moved from her breasts and down to grip her hips as he rammed into her with even more brutal intensity.