The Edged Lexicon Ch. 08: Sweetroll

Gwilin's eyes pleaded; his cock strained.

"Now, I trust some lucky person has had the pleasure of taking this divine arse of yours before?"

"Once or twice, Sir." Gwilin smiled shyly.

"Good. Tonight the pleasure will be all mine. You won't see much of me, but trust me - I'll be there."

With that, the man disappeared, leaving Gwilin looking completely baffled - at least for a short while. Red lines formed as invisible nails raked across his skin, soft flesh giving as it was manipulated. Gwilin's thighs were parted and lifted, displaying him entirely to Nadine and the others, his cock twitching violently as he struggled against his restraints. Frustrated moans escaped his parted lips as something wet worked over his arsehole. Nadine could only hazard a guess as to what was happening, but she knew Drevis couldn't make a bottle invisible, so she assumed he was using his tongue. Her own wetness dripped down her lips onto the leather upholstery of the chair, utterly frustrating in its temptation. She tried to clamp her thighs together or grind herself against the chair for some small relief, but the shackles held her firmly in place, ensuring she received no gratification or reprieve from her desperate need. By fucking Sanguine, this was torturous.

Drevis' attentions continued, causing Gwilin's cock to drip with need as he writhed and moaned, the men above him watching intently as they pleasured themselves. Gwilin's cock was pumped and stroked by a phantom hand, a small glass bottle moving as if of its own volition to be poured over the Bosmer's puckered arsehole. The space between them glistened, shapes blurred and softened by the oil as Drevis worked it onto himself and Gwilin, the slick sounds of the application filling in the blanks of what couldn't be seen. Nadine gazed in awe as she watched Gwilin accept the invisible appendage, his hole stretching to take every inch of Drevis, her own desire burning furiously as she heard sharp, gasping moans escape the two men.

Gwilin's cock continued to be manipulated as his arsehole gripped around Drevis. The soft, supple flesh of his buttocks pressed against his unseen lover, spreading obscenely to accept his member. Drevis picked up his pace, Gwilin's arsehole gaping as it gripped around his cock, every thrust displaying him further. The space between shimmered and faded as Drevis briefly reappeared, cursing in Dunmeris as he did so.

"Sorry, yi com; I swear that never usually happens," Drevis laughed sheepishly, a translucent purple orb forming in his slender grey hand before he disappeared from sight once more.

If Gwilin was bothered by Drevis' reappearance, it didn't show. His wrists strained against the shackles as he ground himself against Drevis' cock, his own still manipulated at the Dunmer's hands. His lidded, lust-filled eyes darted between the men who stood above him, their hungry faces matching his own, stroking themselves intensely to the image of him being worked over by his invisible lover. His swollen, pinkened lips parted, emitting ragged breaths and barely audible gibberish, desperate and pleading.

One by one, the men released themselves over Gwilin, rivulets of thick, pearly cum like sweet sugar glazing the Bosmer's golden skin. Greedily, Gwilin stuck out his tongue to catch the wayward strands and drips, purring with delight as they each presented him with their spent cocks to lick clean. Drevis' attentions intensified, clearly spurred on by the depravity of the proceedings, causing Gwilin to squirm and moan with an equal intensity. Gwilin's moans transcended to hoarse shouts, suddenly culminating in an ear-splitting cry of anguished ecstasy as he came all over himself. This in turn was enough to topple Drevis over the edge, who wailed in Dunmeris as he came inside Gwilin, his seed spilling out as he slowly withdrew.

It was one of the most wholly indecent sights Nadine had ever seen - this sweet, spent Bosmer, covered in the cum of every man and mer in the Sanctum, eyes as glazed as his body, the acts he had just been subjected to in stark contrast to his wholesome, innocent exterior. She smiled.

What a delicious little sweetroll.

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Translations:

Brohadik - glutton

Hla' - little

Yi com - my sweet