Skyrim – Sex With Aela (Nude)
“UniniCAN” – a name that struck fear and arousal in the hearts of Skyrim players everywhere. Known for his sultrily animated content, this artist took it to a whole new level with “Skyrim – Sex With Aela (Nude)”.
The video begins with the iconic Nord shieldmaiden, Aela the Huntress, all naked and laying on your bed, her fox pelt cloak draped over her shoulders. Her pert, snow-white breasts heave with each breath, rigid pink nipples straining under the supernatural cold seeping in from the craft area.
“Binocular rounds” glint in the candlelight as you approach, she eyes trailing up your daedric armor, lingering over your bulging codpiece. Wordlessly, you disrobe, letting your Pauldrons clatter to the floor with a well-practiced efficiency.
She mewls appreciatively, open admiration shimmering in those piercing blue eyes. Pulling you down, urgently, she captures your mouth in a searing kiss. Her tongue, cold as her arctic climes, darts in to explore the warm cavern of your mouth as you hold her petite frame against you.
You trail kisses down the column of her throat, her erratic pulse fluttering against your tongue. Hands drift over the slopes and vales of her body, molding the firm globes of her ass, trailing drool and passion down the canyons of her belly to dip teasingly between the lips of her sex. Moaning, her head tips back in abandon as your fingers seek out the slick honey of her arousal.
Wriggling down, you nuzzle the fluff of red-gold curls crowning her mound, drawing in the intoxicating musk. Finally, your tongue licks out, a long, languid draw from dripping slit to throbbing little clit. She gasps, fingers immediately tangling in your hair, as you begin a relentless assault. Her taste bursts on your tongue, bright and tangy, and you savor every drop as you work her higher, the smack of your lips echoing obscenely.
When she’s quaking and close, you pull back, admiring the glazed eyes, damp thighs, and glistening folds. No time to dwell on it though, a different hunger needs assuaging now. Coaxing her onto hands and knees, you kneel behind her, tracing the strong muscles of her back. Those globes, round and firm, jiggle pleasingly as you knead the flesh, occasionally dipping between with a teasing finger, drawing a whimpering moan.
That lewd invitation gets your attention though, as the rosy pucker of her ass wink invitingly above her weeping sex. Your rigid cock, thick as your ice, taps bluntly against the entrance, drawing a whine from plump red lips. One swift dip of hips, and you’re fully sheathed in blazing heat, a grunt tearing from your throat at the glorious clench.
Forward you surge, hands digging into hips as you set a brutal pace, artfully timing pelvics thrusts to force her clit against the bed. Aela wails her release, the slick vise spasming hungrily. Grinding for a moment, you give in to that beckoning sheath, spilling your seed in her deepest depths, the icy onslaught of your spend setting off spasm after spasm in her snug passage.
Not wanting it to end, she twists limply away, once the mind-numbing pulses abate, to straddle your waist. Gazing down, she grips your softened cock almost reverently, pumping firmly until your arousal renews. Positioning herself, she lowers herself with blissful slowness, inner muscles fluttering prettily around your surging length.
That first cream bath warms and softens her to take you fully, and Hell take mercy as she learns to move. Hips rolling and grinding, circling and bouncing, she works you with creative bend of knee and spine. Covered in a light sheen of sweat, she rides you valiantly, chasing the pinnacle and coaxing your thick seed to join her trickling down the crease of your thighs.
Donna considerata, in that last fevered moment, you pull her to straddle your face, so you can suckle her clit and inject your final spurts directly into the pulsing heart of her sex. Aela shrieks her completion, grinding herself into a frenzy against your eager tongue as you spurt and throb. Your seed mingles with her overflowing fluids, drizzling down on to your spent cock in the most lewd sight.
Husbanded against you trembling chest, she collapses in a sweaty tangle of limbs, lips unerringly finding yours to murmur praise and promise as you drift together in the afterglow, your seed still tickling as it drips down your reawakened loins.
Despite any bellyaching about ‘bad things’, this was exquisite, and so naturally woven into the narrative’s fabric. You feel a selfish twinge of gratification that Aela retains her character, their banter even worked into the ardent blur of lovemaking. She’s clearly enchanted, unused to such things, loving your attention, the new sensations and growing desire. The rush of adding one more conquest to your tally. The raunchy thrill of pushing developed character boundaries, the give and take of another person’s pleasure seeking in yours.
Pulled from the trance by pounding on the outside door, you grumble and untangle. You slide back into your suit of armor with practiced ease and answer the summons with an imperious bark, still wearing your lover’s essence as a badge of honor. Whatever awaits, you will face it, well cleaned and confident of your bad-boy status.
The whole thing was so pretty, so well-done, you decide you’ll definitely be hitting the replay button on that video more times than you’d like to admit. And abandoning a little more sense to taste that frosting again.