Uthgerd the Reforged Ch. 2: Relics of the Past [WIP]

Lewin’s Journal: Day ?

We delved deeper into Mzinchaleft, and we’ve uncovered a Dwemer city! From the notes a researcher left that preceded us I’ve garnered this place was called Blackreach, and that he was here in search of Nirnroot. I’m not the best at Alchemy, but this plant seems a bit different than its topside counterparts. I’ve decided to stall Uthgerd for a few days here to glean what can from the texts, and relics that we’ve uncovered. She’s not against it thankfully, and seems to be less obsessed over the treasures and more on me. This is weird, I’ve never seen her tail me so close when exploring before, and she nearly tore a Falmer apart when it jumped at me from behind one of their huts.

Is… is she really in love with me?

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He couldn’t move, the arm wrapped tightly around his body, no means of escape available unless the perpetrator let him go.

Not that she was likely to wake up soon anyway…

Lewin tried to let himself go back to sleep, but that wasn’t going to happen. He’d been graced/cursed with an overabundance of energy since finding the city, and he’d barely been able to GET to sleep to begin with. He thought about trying to extricate himself from Uthgerd several times, but each attempt left her pulling him closer.

It wasn’t like he was against waking her up; he’d done it before and gotten an earful of curses as she roused like a sleeping bear that hadn’t finished its hibernation, but the way she looked right now… It would be a direly cruel thing to do.

She had this look of contentment, this soft smile as her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath. Her hair draped slightly across her face, auburn strands dangling perilously below her nose, threatening to tickle her awake.

And of course she was fully nude, unlike Lewin himself who at least wore undergarments to bed.

Yeah, this could be a lot worse…

He shifted sideways, facing her now, and let his eyes drift over her toned body. It’d been a few days since the night they’d confessed (and their first time), and Lewin suddenly found himself remembering just what that encounter was like. He remembered feeling parts of her body that he’d never dreamed of touching, much less seeing, and the heat of her core on him along with its tightness.

Stendarr help me, he thought, not now.

He winced, ready for a smack as the previously flat undergarments started to tent around his erection, and the tip of it ground into Uthgerd. Surprisingly though, she didn’t wake, and Lewin let out a sigh of relief. Resolving to force himself to sleep, Lewin spun himself around, Uthgerd reflexively pulling him in closer to her body.

Damnit he could FEEL them against him!

Letting out an exasperated huff, Lewin looked down at the still prominent tent he was sporting. He needed to get rid of it to sleep, and he couldn’t just flop her over and wake her up for this. The likeliest response would be a swift kick out of the bed, and the comfort of his ha-

THAT’S IT!

This plan screamed stupidity, and Lewin regretted even slipping the undergarment down. Gripping his shaft with one gloved hand, he began to stroke himself softly, the feeling of Uthgerd’s bosom pressing against him, and the replay of their lovemaking fueling the fires of his lust. It didn’t take long for him to start peaking, the taboo of masturbating in the same bed as the object of your lust pushing him faster than the typical whimsical fantasy about a barmaid, or peasant girl.

What he didn’t expect was the soft chuckle in his ear, and the arm holding him tight to shift and take over.

She was awake, and she was in charge. Pulling his hand away, Uthgerd took control, her other hand running up his chest to feel him up as she breathed huskily in his ear. She didn’t finish him quick, instead she would rapidly pump for a few seconds before slowing to a snail’s pace, chuckling at his grunts of frustration as his orgasm was delayed.

Deciding to finish him off, she slowed down as much as she could, hand barely moving, and began to methodically increase her pace. At the same time she slipped her free hand up to his face, making him crane his head to kiss her as her hand flew over his length.

With a muffled moan he came, her hand covering the tip so his load wouldn’t stain their only sheet, globs of white seed filling up her palm as he bucked in pleasure against her. Once it was done she quickly disposed of the seed in her had with the help of a rag nearby, and pulled him into a vigorous kiss before entangling their bodies in a hug, that content smile returning to her face.

“You don’t have to do that you know,” she whispered to him, running a hand through his ruffled hair.

“What?” he innocently asked, eyes locked on hers.

Blushing, she gave a weak chuckled before responding.

“We’re together now, or at least we can be if you’re okay with that,”

The last part was issued halfheartedly, the fear of rejection turning her stomach into ice. Fortunately that ice melted with Lewin’s smile, and him burying his head in her bosom. Chuckling she let him awkwardly hug her before pulling him into another kiss, and was just about to propose the possibility of them “sealing the deal” with another bout of coitus when a large crash stunned them both.