When Kalith rolls her hips back, Lithelle smiles, she’d always fancied herself dominant, and even in this she would maintain her control. Right? Right. She assures herself as she opens her mouth, ready to request a   verse or two of ‘Ragnar the Red’ along with a festive jig, With her brow arched severely , and her mouth open , ready to comment ..that is until Kalith removes her undergarments and Lithelle gets a full look at the other woman’s nude body.<br/><br/>It’s a sight to behold, and knocks the ‘cocky asshole response’ clear out of her mind.  She’s pretty sure she yammers something incoherent as she takes a good look at the other womans thick length.  Never anatomy that typically impressed her..Kalith wore it well.  Her unmistakable feminine features, thick feminine thighs, hips, and the softest swell of the womans stomach- made the surprising anatomy much more appealing to her. Gone were those hard lines of a man’s body…no unkempt body hair or scars..this was just soft..this was feminine and this was –endlessly- intoxicating.  It took a lot to keep Lithelle quiet when she was mere seconds away from a joke, but just that moment, she wasn’t feeling too funny anymore.<br/><br/>She swallows hard as Kalith situates herself between her own thighs, and reaches out. She rests both of her tanned arms over the Dunmers dark shoulders, gasping slightly as she feels the member brush against her inner thigh. By the nine…this woman was –freezing-…that or she was just burning up. That had to be it. No way could Kalith be that cold..<br/><br/>Then she feels the head of the other woman’s shaft part her folds and start to tease her.  An act Lithelle never would have thought herself fond of …but- at that moment, the cool pulsing member blazing a trail against her slick and endlessly hot sex was causing a overload of sensations.  Lithelle inhales deeply and closes her eyes tight as the bulbous head of the cool shaft glides over her warm and equally throbbing clit.  She feels like a bloody virgin.  She’d had sex before. Many times: but never like this. Never anything<b>close</b>to this.<br/><br/>Her cheeks turn an even deeper shade of scarlet as Kalith starts to sweet talk her.  She tries to formulate  a response…’No I don’t know how bad you want me: you should show me.’ Rolls over and over in her mind..like a mantra…one she just can’t will her tongue into helping her chant. Then there’s the proclamation of her beauty- which just makes her blush deeper and feel even more exposed. Lithelle is a woman who is very rarely so worked up she can’t offer a snarky response-but at the moment she'd have problems remembering her own name.<br/><br/>On her back, her arms wraped around the other woman as she gasps in time  as her hips as they slowly roll against the other woman.  Her body slightly shaking with need and anticipation: She want’s everything at once…and this …beautiful Dunmer is going to make her wait.  To take her time.  All Lithelle can do is tighten her grasp on the Dunmers neck, pulling their bodies together in the cold bedroom, she manages to press her bare chest against Kaliths, moaning a little at the content warmth that resonates. Kalith is cold..but for some reason, Lithelle can’t remember when she’s felt warmer.<br/><br/>Her hips start to rock, begging wordlessly against the other womans sex.  She gasps as the thick head of the shaft brushes against her opening. She almost tries to impale herself on Kalith, but simply can’t.  She’s far too tight , and Kalith is –far- too thick for that to happen without Kalith taking a more active roll.  This was going to hurt, and she was going to bleed- that was for damn sure. But she couldn’t think of anything she wanted more.  Her warm face burrows into Kaliths neck, unintentionally exposing her own throat to the other woman…just out of reach of her lips. “Please.” Lithelle begs quietly,  her hips rolling in circles as she holds on tight.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>