Vilkas' tongue runs along the tan line that curve over your hip and disappears between your
legs. Farkas' finger traces the one near your collarbone. They're oddly fascinated as if
they've never seen tan lines before, but you know that isn't the case. It's just an excuse to
touch you.
Vilkas sits up and gently massages your thigh, fingers digging in slightly as if he doesn't
want to let go.
"Open up," he murmurs. "I want to see where it goes."
Obediently, you do, letting your legs fall wide as he settles himself between them. He returns
his mouth to your skin, following the line with his tongue, pausing briefly to lick the entirety
of your sex before resuming his attention.
Farkas leans down and swallows your moan, one large hand enveloping your neck to hold
you there as he kisses you. Vilkas switches to the other thigh, running his tongue over your
sex again, swirling over the clit, and then moving on to the tan line until his tongue traces
over your hip bone.
You moan again, and Farkas eagerly takes it, smiling against your mouth this time. His free
hand travels over your chest to cup one breast.
"This remains unchanged," he observes before lightly twisting the nipple.
"So is this," adds Vilkas before he licks your cunt again.
His mouth stays there.
Vilkas explores, tasting everything, leaving nothing untouched. Farkas moves to your other
breast and brings that nipple to a hard peak. Then, he leans forward a bit more, takes one into
his mouth just as Vilkas sucks on your clit.
It's an intense rolling wave of pleasure. They work in tandem until your back arches off the
bed, their strength the only thing keeping you in place.
Vilkas releases your clit, runs kisses up and down those lines like he cannot get enough.
It's such a small thing. Sunbathing, that is. Skyrim is hardly ever hot, and when it is, and the
sun is bright, all you want to do is warm your skin beneath its rays for a bit. You didn't think
they'd enjoy the results so much.
Farkas switches breasts and then Vilkas is on you again, using his mouth in just the way you
need him to, until the only thing in your head is a loud, building buzzing that nearly drownsout everything. It matches the tightening coil, the sharp cut of a blade, the snapping of a line
pulled taut.
You're not going to last.
Vilkas sucks harder, releases, circles the tip of his tongue around it, and then takes it into his
mouth again.
That's when you break, and they're so smug about it, letting your sounds ring clearly in the
room as you fall over the edge. Even after that, they still touch. Vilkas' tongue rolls slowly
over your sex in a gentle caress as Farkas kisses up your neck and to your mouth.
With a final lick, Vilkas pulls away.
"Doesn't taste different, but I couldn't say for sure." He glances at Farkas. "Tell me what you
think."
Farkas' grin is hungry. Wolfish.
"I'd be happy to."