In Over His Head Ch. 03

"I... I..." Edovan stammered. Why did this keep happening to him!? And more importantly, how? Had he either disgraced some deity in his lifetime, or had he pleased one too much? He couldn't tell. All he knew was he had spent the first 18 years of his life being ignored by every woman he had ever met except his mother, and now, since he had met Yagaritte, he was (sometimes literally) drowning in gorgeous women who couldn't keep their body parts off of him.

"Miss, I..." he continued, unable to really articulate anything beyond that.

She grinned down at him, all teeth and wolfishness. "Call me Svie," she growled. Her foot was now at his crotch, pressing gently into his cock. Well, she wasn't using her hands, so it didn't count. Also he really was cute, she thought to herself, all lean muscled and glistening...but enough of that. She had to keep her eyes on the prize.

She reached for his hand and brought it up under her nightie to her thigh. "Help me..." she moaned, pressing her foot down more firmly. He could see between her legs, the rosebud pink lips were glistening through the sheer lace panel. She hooked his fingers into the top of her stocking.

"..." He had lost all words now. Svie was a very attractive woman, he could not deny it. Her hair was a silvery blonde, half tied up and laying loosely, messily, around her shoulders. Her skin was the color of fresh snow and cream, translucent and glowing. Her breasts were of middling size (that Edovan could tell), but perky, her areolas (which weren't at all hidden by her nighty), the same pink as her nethers. She was tall, slender, but shapely, and the only blemishes on her skin being light bruising at her neck, which he could only guess had come from an overly aggressive client?

She moaned softly, reaching up to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her nighty. "Help me..." she repeated, begging Edovan. "Please..."

Edovan looked down at his hand, resting against her thigh, his fingers curled into the top of her stocking. He felt wrong about this. It didn't sit right with him. But she wanted him to. She was begging him for it, even! He breathed in deeply, pulling it down slowly.

His slender fingers against her skin gave her a little shiver..like a spark had been passed between them. She suddenly was aware of the oppressive heat..it was the room right? She had to focus her thoughts again. Check her progress.

Her foot pressed a bit more firmly into his crotch. There was something going on, but no near what she was going for. She was ashamed at her performance. She was better than this.

She leaned in, looming over him, licking her lips hungrily. She suddenly changed positions, and hitched the silky creamy leg he was working on up and over his shoulder instead (there was no way this wouldn't work). His face was practically buried in her crotch now, and something about that was causing HER to get excited, the wetness there spreading, soaking through her panties. "The other one..." she moaned softly..only half having to pretend her building arousal now.

Edovan hadn't even gotten the first one off all the way yet, now she wanted the other? But he was dutiful, and even though he could feel the warmth emanating from between her legs, the heavy scent permeating his nostrils, he obliged. He reached up again and took a hold of the other stocking, pulling it down slowly. "Yes..." Svie moaned, with all the conviction in the world. She started pressing her pelvis forward into his face.

Edovan stared straight into her crotch, the panties so wet now that they were all but translucent. "Miss... Miss Svie..." he said softly against her lace.. She bit her lip and looked down at him, noting that the telltale bulge of a rock hard man... was only barely starting. She groaned internally. What was wrong with him!? For that matter..what was wrong with her? Why did his fingers feel so nice against her skin..

This was going to be more difficult than she thought. But she was a professional.

"No... not there..." she moaned, and kicked her leg away from his hands, even though the second stocking was still only hallway pulled down. "Like this..." she begged softly, whipping around so that he got a full view of her heart shaped ass as she bent down, reaching for her ankles. She was incredibly limber! She reached through her own legs and took Edovan's hands into her own, pulling them both back through with her. She held them against her thighs, one of each side, and then pulled him close against her so his face was buried against her cheeks.

She was tall enough that he was directly between her legs now, in a precarious position there. Edovan's hands were warm and slightly sticky now, damp with the wetness from between Svie's legs as she brushed them, with a moan, gently back and forth against her wet panties as she pulled them through. As long as he stayed on that side of the flimsy sopping panel of lace between her legs, she wasn't breaking any rules. She looked between her legs at between his legs. Still, even like this... his cock was hardening, but only just. She brushed back and forth on his hands a little more forcefully, almost unconsciously, enjoying the feel of his fingers against her now thickening labia, pressing the little bumps of his knuckles up into and between them. She could feel the first ripples of the waves of pleasure building. It was all she could do not force his hands up through the fabric into her...

Suddenly she turned back around to face him, heavy eyed and lustful. She moved to straddle him in the seat, her tits in his face as she mounted him, right there. She ground her hips against him, willing his cock to stand fully at attention. "What about my panties... please, help me..." she begged him again, the hunger in her voice palpable. She grabbed Edovan's hands and put them on her hips, hooking his fingers into the band and pressing his hands downward, as she leaned in to press her face against Edovan's neck, murmuring softly, mostly unintelligibly, licking the sweet delicious sweat from his flesh.

She was losing herself in the moment. Grinding hard against him now, she could feel him pressing up against her through his pants. She shifted her hips forward and pressed herself down on that satisfying bulge triumphantly. Her own climax was sneaking up on her now, easily coming to her. It was her art, why some men chose her over the others. She could come fast, easily, as many times as they could make her before they succumbed to exhaustion. She could make them feel like a king! Sometimes it was what men needed to bring them over the top.

But she had not intended to this time..She was trying to maintain control. It was just.. happening. She wanted him..NEEDED him.. Needed to feel him deeper inside her...She bounced on him with abandon, feeling him pressing up into her so forcefully she felt the crotch of the panties start to rip and tear, but she did not care. She was soaking him...trying as hard as she could to get his whole erection inside her, pants and panties and all!... just a little longer...maybe she could take him over with her...

"C'mmmmon. You... can... do... it! Come... to... MAAAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAAAA!!" she cried with abandon as she started to fall over the edge.

"TIIIIMMME!" a loud female voice called from above. "Er, I mean... it's TIME for your next appointment, Svie!" the voice added.

And with that, Svie stopped in mid bounce, her pleasure hanging in the balance.

"I... I have to go..." she said breathlessly, and a little sadly, wiping the sweat from her forehead. She stood up and stared down at him a few seconds. And then suddenly bent over low and pecked him lightly on the cheek. Then she smiled , "I'll be back for you..," she purred. She stood up and walked slowly and little bit wobbly, out of the laundry room, and up the stairs.

Edovan sat there, stunned for what seemed like eternity while trying to process what had just happened. Clearly the tall ice blonde had wanted more than her clothes washed. He looked down at his soaked crotch as that was all the visible evidence he needed. He was going to have to wash his pants again. He sighed. He was starting to unstiffen, but only just.

He had no idea why any of this was happening. Why him? Why now? Is this what brothels are like? Somehow he knew that wasn't right. He decided it was best to get back to washing, and pretend like it never happened.

He got back to finishing the load that had been so suddenly, unexpectedly interrupted. He started on a new batch, but Svie's scent was on him now, and it was mixing with the plethora of perfumes, sweat, musk and other decidedly feminine odors, wafting from the giant pile of lingerie five feet behind him. Consequently, he never quite got rid of his arousal completely, and his pants were getting uncomfortable. He looked around to see if he was clear. After a quick search, he found a pair of short breeches of simple design that came to just above his knees. He shrugged out of his tailored breeches and added them directly to the steaming cauldron of clothing in the middle. He was one leg into the replacement pants, about to step into the other, when he became aware of another presence behind him. No sound, nothing to see... just a feeling.

And with that feeling, a hand came and scooped him around the waist, pulling Edovan back against their body. Naked as he was, He could feel ginormous breasts, and a soft belly pressed against his back. "They were right about you..." the person purred into his ear.

"Wh-- what? Who?" Edovan squeaked, still struggling to get his other leg into the breeches. It was useless, though, as he wasn't even touching the ground anymore, and he was in serious danger of losing them altogether.

She nuzzled her face into the back of his neck. "So tiny, so cute..." she murmured, taking the lobe of his ear into her mouth. She had a much more direct approach then Svie, just on this side of the rules that had been laid out for them. "I want to fuck you until you can't walk anymore," she said, the hand that wasn't wrapped around Edovan's waist came around and slid up his thigh. Her fingers were itching to play with his balls, to grab his manhood and let the pleasure wash over him, but she just managed to hold back.

Edovan moaned softly, biting his lip. He could feel his loins stirring at the thought of what sort of sex it would take to accomplish that. He was almost afraid. "Please... don't..." he cried meekly, still reaching in vain for the shorts, now dangling from his feet, just out of reach.

The woman laughed and bit down on his neck, giving him a hickey. "It won't hurt... much..." she said, pulling back against the wall, her back pressed against it. She turned Edovan to face her, her massive rack in his face. She was wearing a thin camisole and tiny bloomer panties that didn't really contain much. Her tits were huge, heavy, and swung pleasantly low. She buried Edovan's face in them. "See," she assured him. They were soft and warm. Edovan closed his eyes briefly, wondering what it might be like to sleep on them.

"None of that..." she purred, pulling his head back with a gentle tug. "I'm not here for cuddles..." she said huskily, and she was at his neck again, licking and sucking hungrily. "Do you like having your cock sucked?" she asked him, looking at him with heavily lidded eyes, licking her lips. "I'm the best..." she added, lifting him up so that her full lipped generous mouth was inches from his swiftly stirring cock. He weighed next to nothing, and as strong as she was... it was like holding a feather. She wasn't as tall as Yagaritte, but she was probably the second tallest female Nord Edovan had seen here, and she was plump. Large breasts, soft stomach, but shapely legs, with curves in all the right places. She had big, black, wide set eyes, and lips that were crimson, shiny in the light. Her curly black hair fell all around her heart shaped face, resting on her shoulders. "I know it's probably against the rules, ha!" she was whispering to him suddenly "But since when did I give a scamp's ass about rules!" she wondered aloud.

Edovan struggled, helplessly, against the grip she had on him. "Please..." he begged. He both wanted, and desperately feared, this woman's mouth on his cock. But he wouldn't give in to temptation, and he certainly wasn't interested in having a stranger performing on him, no matter how good she promised to be at it.

"Please what, hon? Throw you on the floor and fuck you senseless?" She grinned at him playfully, like she was daring him to say that. She leaned forward and licked his thigh, trailing her tongue across his flesh, dangerously close to his balls, and his shaft. Edovan squeaked. "You like that?" she asked, her mouth still pressed against him. She moved away from the wall and set Edovan down on one of the taller tables, ass naked as he was, ignoring the dirty pile of clothes there. His precariously perched pants surrendered to gravity at that point and exited the scene to the floor so they could spectate.

"Please..." she begged him, on her knees between his legs. She put a hand on both of his knees, leaning in closely. "Just one little taste?" she asked him, her matching crimson-lacquered nails scratching up and down his thighs now.

Edovan looked down at her (the first time he'd looked down on anybody here since his arrival!), swallowing nervously. He could feel her breath between his legs, warm and hungry. She flicked her tongue out, just narrowly missing the head of his cock, teasingly. It wasn't fully erect yet, but two seconds in her mouth, and she knew he would be, without a doubt. Edovan didn't say no...

"Fuck it, I'm going in!" she exclaimed, and leaned in to swiftly take him into her mouth. She simply couldn't bear it any longer. The contest be damned, she wanted him in her mouth, and she wanted it now. Her hands came up and pressed into his back, nails digging lightly into his flesh as she pushed him forward, further into her mouth.

Before Edovan could even react, before he could register the warmth on his cock, the tongue flicking the shaft, an unknown voice called down the stairs "Disqualified!"

She ignored the cry of her disqualification, closing her eyes as she gulped him whole. Her hands were still pressed into his back, pushing him forward as though she could take more than was there into her mouth, so hungry was she for him. She'd heard the stories being passed around by the other girls upstairs. She'd taken the challenge as an excuse to see for her skeptical self. And it was true, it was all true. He was adorable. And he tasted and felt so amazing she wasn't sure if she might not be enjoying this more than he was. She had a brief vision of just spooning him into her mouth (mebbe with some cream?) and swallowing him whole somehow. Instead, she lolled her fat pink tongue around under his balls and then formed it into a bowl and scooped them up and pulled them into her mouth with the rest of him.

Now Edovan had only ever had one other mouth on his cock in his short life, so he couldn't make a professional comparison, and though he hated to admit that what Bernadette had done to him (was that just earlier today?) was pleasurable at the time, it was literally nothing compared to the full force, high vacuum, sophisticated treatment he was receiving now on his ENTIRE manhood. His eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a long low moan. Before he knew it HE had reached out and wrapped his fingers in HER hair! Logical brain was screaming at him at the top of his lungs "WHAT IN OBLIVION DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!?" Lizard brain had passed out on the floor with a goofy smile on its face.

"Laaaaa!" A girl cried, appearing in an instant behind them, hands at her hips. Her arm was linked through a mirror image of herself, standing next to her. They were identical, and the smallest Nord females Edovan had seen here, and probably the youngest, maybe his own age. They were slender and impossibly fair skinned, nearly alabaster, with dark painted lips and eyes. They each had matching brown plaits going down and over their shoulders, and the same piercing red eyes. She grabbed the back of La's camisole, the other did the same. "You're disqualified!" they repeated, in stereo, tugging her back. The second one bent to pick up Edovan's lost breeches from the floor.

La reluctantly relinquished Edovan's cock from her mouth, fingers dragging across his back, then followed along his thighs, nails scratching his flesh. She blew him a kiss, winking. "Lady Fortuna, call me La. come find me later, sweetie," she said, as the younger Nord girls forcefully dragged her away, which would have been no small feat, except these diminutive (for Nords, anyway) girls did it with ease. The second girl stopped briefly and tossed Edovan's breeches into his face, then turned without a word and joined her twin hauling La out of the room. They scolded her in hushed tones the whole time as they disappeared down the tunnel to the stairs. "WORTH IT" was the last intelligible thing he heard echoing down the hall.

Then, just like that, the room was filled with a steamy, heavy silence again, save for gently bubbling water. Edovan was again alone.

He came out of the daze he'd been in, shaking his head to clear it. He took the pants, holding them in confusion. "...dis... disqualified?" he asked himself, legs a bit wobbly as he hopped down off the table La had set him upon. He struggled into the pants, pulling them up and over his half hard cock. "Disqualified?" he asked himself again, as if repeating the question might allow the answers to fall into place. It did not. He forcibly adjusted himself downward inside his new pants, which turned out to be a bit roomier in the waist then he would have liked. He went back over the stool by the wash basin, flopping down with a heavy sigh. What the hell was going on in this place? Was it always this crazy? And still, the word 'disqualified' echoed in his mind.

He was far from done, but He decided he needed a break. The heaviness of the air was getting to him, he could feel his face burning, sweat dripping down his back. He'd had a little bit too much heat, and a little bit too much steaminess, and that was besides what the room itself provided. He needed to clear his head. He would just take a small break, maybe go outside for a minute or two, take some fresh air into his lungs. He idly wondered how Mint did this for a living...

Edovan shrugged his jacket back on and headed for the stairs, straightening his sleeves. He was looking down, paying attention to that, when someone met him there at the top of the stairs. Edovan jumped about five feet into the air, startled by the sudden presence, and terrified that he was going to have to fend for his innocence yet again.

"What's gotten into you, little mouse?" A familiar voice, Edovan instantly relaxed as he looked up into Margara's kind face. "Are you feeling well?" she asked him, pressing her hand to his forehead. He was pale, but his cheeks were glowing red. "Come on, I'll get you a nice cold drink," she said, her arm around his shoulders as she led him back into the main room of the inn. It was about a hundred degrees cooler in the open here, and Edovan felt much better already. "Sit," she demanded, pulling a stool out for him at the bar area. He sat down gratefully.

Edovan was not slow. He was quite the opposite, but he had suddenly found himself immersed in a lusty feminine world of breasts and thighs and other parts and he was completely in over his head (sometimes almost literally!). Nothing like this had ever happened to him before. He had no frame of reference to compare his experiences too.

He doubted all women were like this. There was definitely something strange going on. He thought back to when this first began. It was his 18th birthday and he had popped into the shop to find himself something, some treat of unknown knowledge, and chanced across that obscure treatise on Dwemer runes. It was quite a find, and there was no question he'd spend some of his last coin on such a treasure. He had been out on his own, on the run, for months now... he wasn't even sure how many. Getting close to half a year? His considerable sum of running money had dwindled. Thinking back on it now, he probably could have arranged majikal travel for the sum he paid to board that last ship. It was too late now of course. He was down to nothing.