An Oral Presentation

"I'm not sure I..."

The Altmer trailed off, flustered as you slid from your seat to the floor beneath her desk and zoned in on the obstructive hem of her robes.

The soft hiss of her belt obscured her own as you tugged it free from its loops with your teeth, your hands instead instinctively seeking out her voluptuous hips, reaching around to roughly grope her plump ass.

Faralda inhaled sharply, goosebumps rippling across her aureate thighs when you sent a playful breath across her clean-shaven quim.

Despite what the the Thalmor believed, the Altmer were anatomically indistinguishable from humans. Your (admittedly ****) experience with the auburn barmaid the previous night would come in handy. There were, however, some subtle differences.

The impossible softness that met your grasp...

The intoxicating aroma that inexplicably sent images of the Summerset shores swimming through your lust-addled mind...

You beset her sultry snatch before you knew it, lapping at every fold and crease like a man possessed- anywhere to get another taste of her elven extract.

"N-no- AHH GODS! No...no..." she repeated weakly. Her hands quickly finding purchase amid your lowered cowl, unsure whether to pull you back or urge you on.

"No...?" you echoed, relenting only to trace a tattoo of butterfly kisses along her inner thigh.

The thud of her boots hitting the floor was your only response before you found yourself pinned against her oozing sex, her slightly sweaty heels prodding your lower back as her calves locked behind your head.

"NO!" Faralda burst back, "Don't you dare stop!"

Her transparent attempt to regain control of the situation played right into your hands...or mouth, as it were.

As you resumed your efforts with renewed gusto, your throbbing shaft began to strain against your sash. As you sought a way to share in the high elf's pleasure, a stray flick of the tongue to her engorged clit sent her spiraling off her sexual summit.

You silently appreciated her foresight to muffle the door as her cries of ecstasy reached ear-splitting range.

"Auri-el's arse, Markus!! Wha-- AAAAGGHHHHHHHH!!"

At the sound of your name, the heat enveloping your loins sparked a raging inferno that raced under your skin. A gush of the Altmer's juices forces you to collect yourself. By vaporizing on contact.

That flash of white heat wasn't a result of present company.

Your entire body was wreathed in a cloak of infernal flame, showing no signs of abating...