Chapter 1: Ysolda
Chapter Text
Speech: "Speech"
Thoughts: Thoughts
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Whiterun’s market was bustling with activity, as it usually was at noon. Paired with the clear sky and warm sun it turned into a beautiful day within the city, even for the most morose of citizens.
Walking through, wrought iron boots thudding heavily with each step, was a bear of a man. His well-kept beard, the color of ripe wheat, framed an angular face, not yet wrought with age but battered by the sun and scarred nonetheless. Broad shoulders, sword and shield at his side with the throwing axes fastened on his belt, it conveyed the picture of a seasoned warrior. Add in the thick cape and knapsack, made of fur and leather respectively, and he was easily identified as a wanderer, ruin searcher or perhaps even well-off bandit.
Askr grunted, his sharp blue eyes flicked about as he moved, bareheaded for once, across the market. His hair was slicked back, a sheen of oil being visible when he bent forwards to inspect the goods or if one was stood high enough, for Askr easily stood a heads height above most others. Bartering with the merchants for food and day to day items, trading furs, trinkets and stories, he eventually came upon a woman that was sat on a bench, munching on a green apple.
He stopped in front of her, gesturing towards the free space next to her on the bench.
She looked up… and continued to look up to look him in the eyes, appraising him all the while before nodding and scooting over. He nodded and unloaded his knapsack besides the bench before adding the cape and his carried equipment, leaving only the throwing axes and a small seax on him.
Pulling a cold chicken leg from a small container, he started munching on it while enjoying the sun battering his face, washing it all down with some water from his tankard.
Taking out some bread and sausage he continued his small feast, watching the passersby as they milled about. Mirth played in his eyes as he watched the children play catch and other silly games.
“What is your purpose in this city?” a voice suddenly came from besides him.
He turned his head towards her, appraising her as his eyes roamed her form, before meeting her eyes. She was a slight thing, sharp features, and auburn hair. Young, likely having seen barely twenty winters pass, and well gifted in regard to her other assets, too. Dressed in simple but clean clothing, she was quite pleasant on the eyes, he decided. The apple he had seen her eat earlier had disappeared.
“Work.”
“Oh?” she leaned forwards, granting him a deeper view of her cleavage. “What sort of work?”
“Sword work, mostly.” He spoke, continuing to munch the last crumbles of his bread.
She was quiet for a moment. Perhaps his lack of initiative in his responses drove her away. Then she tilted her head. “Have you killed a Mammoth before?”
He paused, frowning lightly. Thinking for a moment he shook his head. “Tough beasts, they are. Only a fool would charge at them.” Then, after a pause, a grin played his lips. “That’s all they are though, and they die just as any other beast when impaled with sufficiently thick and long spears. Better prepare well though, or you’re done. What’s it to ya, lass?”
“I’m trying to trade with the Khajit caravans, but they won’t take me seriously.” She huffed and crossed her arms, doing interesting things with her exposed cleavage. “They told me, if I brought them a Mammoth’s tusk, they would start trading with me… easier said than done.”
He chuckled. “If you’ve got coin, maybe I can help you.”
She lifted her left eyebrow, eyes flicking over the equipment besides him before hesitating for a moment. “I’ve got little coin, but I’ll promise you only the best deals once I get my own trading business off the ground.”
He snorted and waved her off. “Pass.”
She leaned forwards again, speaking lowly. “Please. I’d be most grateful if you could help me with this.”
He narrowed his eyes and leaned forwards until only a short distance separated their faces. He licked his lips, muttering: “Oh? Perhaps I can help you after all…”
She drew back as he pushed forwards, only to apparently gather her resolve and standing up. “Get me the Mammoth’s tusk and we’ll talk again.”
She turned and slowly sauntered off, moving her generous hips in an entrancing way that had made him narrow his eyes and lick his suddenly dry lips before grinning slightly. “Little minx…”
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Entering the city a few days later was a man carrying a splintered shield that held on for dear life, though the large two-handed hardened steel greatsword, it’s handle poking over one shoulder, gleamed in the evening sun, the ripples and dull enchantment on it promising untold pain. His beard was unkept, fur cloak torn with large holes in places and his general appearance could’ve been described as singed, though the knapsack between coat and his shoulders seemed mostly intact and bulging with unfulfilled promises.
Moving towards the tavern he put down his things besides him and slapped down a few bloody coins, only to receive a large mug of ale which he quickly downed. A sharp look at the serving wench saw another land in front of him along some steaming pieces of grilled pork along some potatoes, what smelled like fresh garlic bread and his coin gone. Taking his time now he slouched on the barstool, spearing one piece of food after the other and seemingly regaining his stamina with each bite.
“Rough day?” an oily voice to his left asked. “I know exactly how you feel, stranger, for I, the great have also once toiled in the fields of war!”
A glance towards his left side made the traveler narrow his eyes for just a moment before returning to his meal.
“…”
“I’m Mikael! I don’t have much of a reputation, yet, but I’m working on it, one sweet lady at a time!” he laughed, strumming the lute he carried in front of himself.
He winced. “Get lost. The Ale might go bad if you continue playing.”
Mikael’s eyes narrowed. “How dare you!” He took in his appearance. “You come into this place, looking like this, and dare front me?! Do you not know who I am? I’m Mikael the Mighty and you’d best remember your place…”
He rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed. “Fuck off.”
Mikael growled lowly before, in one quick movement, shoved the rest of his meal, some potatoes and a small piece of bread, onto the floor before stepping back, grinning triumphantly.
He pushed off and rose to his full height, easily towering over Mikael. Growling he took a step forward, grabbing Mikael’s tunic with both hands and lifting him off the ground. Moving towards the door he kicked it open before tossing Mikael into the bushes at the Inn’s entrance. Spitting on him he turned away and moved into the Inn again, ignoring the other dwellers there, not seeing the shocked and sometimes openly amused faces. Grabbing his gear from where he’d dropped it he took hold of the tankard and moved outside as well, not sparing a glance towards Mikael who still laid there in the bushes.
Moving off he strode through the Plains District, watching the merchants as they cleared their stalls for the day. His eyes roamed the merchants until he locked onto auburn hair, moving towards her at a leisurely pace. Leaning onto the signpost besides her stand he appraised her once more, how she spoke and how she seemed to perpetually smile at customers. Cared for teeth and hair showed her to be self-conscious, promising her to be well groomed all round. Laughing she waved her last customer goodbye, storing the coin in a coin sack she… he chuckled. She had stored her coin sack on a leather band around her neck, sinking it into her cleavage.
Pushing off he moved towards her, quickly attracting her eyes and smile as she nodded at him. “Wasn’t sure I’d see you again. You look like you’ve seen better days… you here to buy, or sell?”
He grunted and rolled his shoulders. Putting down his knapsack, clinking metal could clearly be heard. “Got things to sell, but I’ll sell those to the smith come morning. No, for you…” he rummaged through it before drawing from the side a Mammoths Tusk. “… this.”
He put it down onto the surface of her market stand with a dull thud. Her eyes widened before a grin nearly split her face. “You did it! Thank you! This should help me sway the minds of those Khajit caravans.” Her eyes narrowed the slightest bit. “As for payment… what would you say about fifty Septims? Plenty reward, is it not?”
He narrowed his eyes and stepped directly up to her stand. “Fifty Septims? This is easily worth thrice that price, more, if I consider that you didn’t give me an up-front payment or that I almost died to a bunch of bandits. One hundred and fifty Septims, at least.”
Ysolda gasped. “That’s more than I make in a month! I can’t possibly afford that… please, I really need this tusk. I can give you sixty Septims, and perhaps you would like some food to go along?”
He shook his head, putting one hand on the Mammoth’s tusk. “No. I’ll find someone else to pay me, perhaps you can haggle with them. Belethor perhaps…”
He started to pull away the tusk before her hand, soft and diminishingly dainty, was placed on top of his. He stopped.
“I… perhaps could pay you in other ways?” she looked up at him, uncertain.
He thought for a moment, eyes roaming her form, openly ogling her. Judging. Deliberating. Before finally… he nodded and lifted the hand off the tusk. “Fine.” He took a step back. “Pack up and lead the way.” Before posting up, leaning onto the nearby signpost again.
She quickly gathered the goods she hadn’t been able to sell into a bag which she fastened to her back before carrying the large Mammoth tusk with both hands and moving off, with him following her, humming a soft tune.
Arriving at her house in the Wind District she unlocks the door before hurriedly moving through, holding the door open for him, quickly closing it behind him.
“Scared someone might see me enter yer home, lass?” He chuckles lowly, looking around the small house. “Nice place.”
She smiled lightly, uncertainty visible. “Thanks. It was my brothers before his passing, now I try and continue the family tradition of becoming a successful merchant.
He hummed, dropping his gear, both worn and newly acquired, near the door as she bent low to coax the fire in the stone fireplace to life. His eyes roamed her rear appreciatively and he licked his lips, adjusting a sudden and uncomfortable tightness in his trousers. “Ya often offer yerself as payment?”
She froze before speaking, lowly and slowly: “Never have I ever done so before and if you even dare suggest something like that again, I’ll throw you out of my house myself, tusk be damned.”
The fire caught on and crackled to life as she rose and strode up to him, anger on her pretty face.
No bra. he thought, as he could clearly see her nipples poking through the fabric in the cold air of her house.
He appraised her, nodding lightly to himself. "You are not as weak as I first thought."
She made to slap him, but he easily caught her hand, twisting it behind her back and using it to pull her flush against him. He grinned and caught her second hand as well, repeating his previous action before grabbing both of her hands in one of his behind her back. His free hand trailed her spine upwards, sending shivers over her body, making her eyes flutter, before he grabbed a large fist full of her hair and pulled her head sideways, exposing her neck.
Kissing lightly, he trailed along her jawline towards her slender neck, which he nibbled on, causing her to gasp and push into him. His grin spread. This was going to be fun.
"You... brute..." She gasped breathlessly. "How.... nnngh!"
She moaned as he ground his thigh into the apex of her legs. Her struggle renewed as she tried to free her hands, but he easily controlled her. In the end she was just an untrained woman, soft in all the right spots and ripe for motherhood, unlike him who had been constantly fighting for survival since he left his parent's farm.
I've got no chance to fight back., she thought. Shivers ran through her and she bit her lip, feeling herself grow moist at the thought, keeping down a moan as her eyes became hooded.
Still grinding his thigh between her legs he watched her struggle become more and more sensual, her breathing labored and her face flushed. He tilted his head, considering.
"......", she murmured.
He hummed questioningly.
"I said... how dare you..." She spoke breathlessly, no heat in her words as she looked up at him, face flushed. "How dare you come into my house and do what no man has done before."
He lifted his left eyebrow questioningly. "Ya invited me in 'ere because ya can't afford ta pay me in coin, so ya offered to pay me with yer body... what do ya mean, how dare I."
He moved forwards, forcing her to take quick steps backwards, only for her to end up pressed against the rounded front of one of the wooden support pillars.
She gasped as she impacted the pillar, hands grasping it for support instinctively. Just as she gasped, he pushed his lips to hers, nibbling her lower lip before pushing his tongue against her lips until being granted entry. From there it devolved into him exploring her mouth with the wet muscle, ravaging it and taking in her taste while her own tongue lost its will to fight back and, bit by bit, started to tangle with him more sensually.
Her hands moved up his arms, squeezing and kneading his powerful muscles as she groaned into his mouth, her hips starting to grind into him.
He grinned into their kiss. Cupping her ass, he deftly moved one hand beneath her dress and squeezed her thighs, enjoying the smooth, unblemished skin. Moving his hand up further he grabbed hold of her ass, the tips of his fingers brushing her lower folds. She shuddered and moaned, spreading her legs.
"Again." She whispered.
He snorted and lifted her up before resting her back on the support pillar, holding her up with his hands and his face between her legs.
She shrieked. "What are you doing!"
In a flash he dove headfirst into her, wrapping his lips around her swollen, dripping cunt and her words died on her lips. Her hands grasped his head, both pulling him closer and pushing him away.
Her lips, now a bruised red, formed an O as her head tilted back towards the pillar and her eyes fluttered closed.
A low moan escaped her mouth as her thighs squeezed his head between them while his tongue dove straight into her.
Out of nothing the taught ball within her lower body unwrapped and, with a scream, she came. Hard. His mouth attached to her nethers, and he greedily lapped up her fluids, tasting like the sweetest mess he'd ever had to him. His ministrations only prolonged her orgasm, making her fist her hands harder in his hair.
After close to a minute she finally relaxed, bonelessly collapsing against the pillar behind her, slouching forward as he lowered her, holding her close to his chest as she snuggled into him. Brushing her cheek against his torso she mewled in content, arms around his neck, as he held her close.
Nibbling her ear he muttered lowly, clearly amused: "Now now, don't fall asleep on me."
She responded only by pushing herself further into him, which roused a chuckle from his chest.
Looking around he quickly spotted a padded chair. Moving over he placed her down with some protest, only for her to tilt her head forwards and watch him. Unlike before, she now very clearly wanted him. Her breathing labored, hair disheveled and her dress in disarray, barely covering her bottom anymore, she looked ready to pounce at a moment’s notice.
Taking a look at her he stood back and quickly stripped out of his armor, dumping it nearby. As soon as he had dropped his underpants, she saw it... and it made her gulp.
Thick as her wrist with a bulging head, drooling precum and nearly as long as her forearm, standing at attention was his flagpole of a dick, veins throbbing and bobbing.
She swallowed before steeling her resolve. Looking up she noticed he had moved in front of her. Startled she made to speak, only to receive the tip of his dick into her mouth, stretching it something fierce. His hands quickly found her head and he started pushing forwards... and forwards. Not hearing her gag, he looked down only for the minx to wink at him.
Taking that as a sign that he was good, he pushed into her mouth until his balls, appropriately sized for his dick, clung to her chin. Hearing her choke he snorted, realizing she couldn’t breathe with him occupying her throat.
Reaching down with one hand he fondled her throat, feeling himself through her skin, before drawing out, letting her breathe through her nose. Giving her a few moments to recover he started fucking her face quickly, pushing in and out of her mouth, breaching her throat every so often.
Gurgling sounds, the wet sound of thorough face fucking, could be heard in the house. She groaned, dropping one hand to her cunt, working it furiously as it leaked onto the furs beneath her while she was being used as a fucktoy. She loved it. She groaned and screamed around his cock as she came again, drenching the floor in her essence.
The vibrations and built-up tension proved too much for him. Pulsing ever faster in her mouth, he harshly sheathed his dick in her throat and groaned loudly as he released himself directly into her stomach. Wave after wave filled her and as he pulled out to spend the rest of himself in her mouth she found, she couldn't swallow quick enough. White started leaking from the seal of her lips around his cock as her cheeks bulged, unable to contain any more. Groaning he finally pulled out until only the tip remained in its warm sheath.
She hurried to swallow more, enjoying the slightly salty taste of his seed before sucking him off, trying to get every last drop from him, never stopping her work on her own nethers.
He sighed as he looked down, shivers running along his spine. "Mara preserve..."
She winked at him before drawing herself off his dick with a low pop. Using her fingers to clear the drool and runaway semen from her face she made a show of cleaning her fingers by sucking them clean.
He licked his lips, bending down before picking her up and pressing her to him. Crushing their lips together they tasted each other. Angling her lower body, he didn't hesitate, sheathing most of himself inside of her in one deep thrust. Picking up a hard pace he fucked her right then and there while she held on to dear life.
Lewd squelching and gasped moans could be heard in the room while the two rutted like beasts in heat. He took her free standing, pushed against support pillars, bent over the bed and finally on the rug in front of the fireplace. Buried balls deep in her thoroughly fucked cunt he groaned, releasing himself into her while her teeth found his shoulder, biting down harshly as she came as well.
The flood of warmth spreading through her lower body felt better than anything that came before for her and she knew, if it were one of her fertile days, she would surely be with child. That thought alone triggered another miniature orgasm within her, squeezing more of his cum from him as she clung to him. Legs locked behind him she drew him in closer as her fingernails raked his back hard enough to leave welted trails of angry red.
They remained like that, both struggling to breathe, but enjoying their connection, for some time. When finally, he started to soften inside of her she moaned at the feeling of emptiness, looking up at him in adoration.
She drew him in for another kiss, gentler this time, and he reciprocated tenderly. Their tongues conveyed all the feelings their words never would and as they lay there in front of the embers, they resolved to simply enjoy this night before each moving on.
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Come morning he was gone from her side. No trace remained, but for the soreness and her slightly bulged stomach from where most of his cum still sloshed inside of her. She smiled softly, cupping it with one hand before drifting back to sleep. Today, she would start work late and instead just continue to remember last night and that stranger that fucked and bred her so thoroughly.
Chapter 2: Aela the Huntress
Summary:
It's Aela this time! Who would've guessed, what with the title and all...
Additional Warning: Dub-con into con.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Speech: "Speech"
Thoughts: Thoughts
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Stocking up with the traders after his last adventure he left Whiterun with his cloak repaired and the newly acquired two-handed steel sword sharpened. He had disregarded his splintered wooden shield and sold the one handed weapon he’d had previously, but at least the weight he overall had to carry lessened. The soft jingle of coins in his Knapsack, he had sold most of what he had looted, satisfied him and promised some good accommodations for the near future.
As he passed near Pelagia Farm, he felt the ground start to shake.
Giant, he thought, before picking up the pace to where, now that he got closer, he could hear the sounds of an ongoing fight behind the barn.
As he got closer he could make out a couple of warriors taking on a Giant, swinging at him with their swords, Warhammers and one even with a pair of daggers in hand, while two others pelted the Giant with arrows. Licking his lips he dropped his Knapsack and cloak and joined the fray, charging the Giant from behind and quickly cutting the tendons in his left knee. With his throat now in easier reach and his defense wavering, the warriors quickly dealt with him until, with a mighty rumble, the Giant finally dropped. Out of breath, even such a short fight with a formidable opponent such as this one taxing, he joined the other warriors.
Two Whiterun guards lay nearby, crushed beneath the Giant’s heavy club, and he grimaced. Two lives lost, and in times where the Guard was stretched thin already, the city really couldn’t afford to lose any men.
A woman hailed him as he pondered the losses, her red hair flowing freely over her, well, he really couldn’t call it armor. She slunk towards him. “Good going. Ya might make for a half decent shield brother.”
He lifted his left eyebrow in question.
She mirrored this. “Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of the Companions before? Mightiest fighters in all of Skyrim.”
He tilted his head, appraising her for a second before waving her off as he thought of the two dead guards. “Sure, sure.” He turned away, ready to leave, only for her to move into his path.
Fast, he thought.
She bared her teeth at him and unconsciously he narrowed his eyes and rose to her challenge, squaring his shoulders and growling lowly. She jerked back, eyeing him curiously. “Meet my challenge, then, whelp. You and me, now, behind that house. No weapons, no magic, no whining.” Before swiftly moving off.
Her companions already started to move off towards Whiterun as she moved towards the house. His eyes moved to her tight, swaying, rear and he unconsciously licked his lips before following.
Abandoned as the area was, there were clear signs the prior occupants had fled when the Giant came knocking, most likely to steal their cows. Moving in through the front door he heard it close behind him.
Steel two-handed sword still in hand he turned only to spot Aela closing and barring the door. His eyes roamed her form, her wild eyes, exotic warpaint and the hints of her tits and tight stomach he could spot from where he stood. He breathed deeply. “What do you want.”
She narrowed her eyes. “I will not be belittled by some upstart farm boy that just managed to land a lucky strike on our opponent, which we had well under control!”
He spat onto the floor beside him. “Would the two guards tell that same tale? Will you tell it to their wives and children, to the Jarl? You should’ve brought spears, not some lass that thought to take on a Ysgramor-damned Giant with bloody daggers!”
She growled and pounced at him, fist raised. Meeting her strike he grabbed hold of her hand by wrapping his around hers before, with a roar, spinning and throwing her further into the house. Wood splintered as she crashed through chairs, rolling on the floor before getting up, snarling like a wildcat as she bared her teeth at him.
Pointy teeth. He took a step back as his eyes flicked over her form and he could swear that she wasn’t this hairy when they fought the Giant outside. She shook her head, yowling and thrashing on the floor as he watched, uncertain and unknowing of what was happening before looking at him, eyes wide, tongue lolling out of her mouth.
As he eyed his sword, taking his eyes off of her for just a split second, she moved.
Pouncing on him once more, this time she was just too fast for him to react. Her clawed hands tore off into his armor as he was unable to defend himself from her brute strength. And through it all, with her perched upon him, he realized, he could smell her lust.
Daring a glance down he noticed that she was leaking something fierce, and also that she was apparently not trying to tear him apart but get him out of his armor.
Tearing through the leather straps holding his pants together she growled, finally freeing his cock from its confines. Bending over impossibly she sniffed it once, twice, before, after apparently being satisfied, slamming her hips down onto his and sheathing all of himself with one excessively wet squelch.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt an impossible heat surround him. Feeling himself bump hard into her cervix he groaned, though the feeling lasted but a split second before she began fucking him. Hard.
Up and down her hips came at impossible speeds while her sharp nails dug into his chest. Her head was thrown back, treating him to the absurdly obscene sight of their connection when looking down between their bodies. Up and down her pussy sank, devouring his cock like her life depended on it, riding him with a strength that would surely leave the both of them bruised.
Cupping her tits he clawed at the both of them, harshly pulling her nipples this and that way, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh as grunts rewarded him. At the same time he started to feel her inner walls flutter around him and he knew, between the fighting outside as well as inside, they both wouldn’t last.
He roared at that, his inner dragon not allowing him to submit to this feral beast challenging his place, and with a mighty shove he rolled her over. Pushing her knees besides her shoulders he held her down as she scratched at his torso, her gaping cunt, framed by trimmed red hair, inviting him back inside- and who was he to deny this invitation.
Finishing the mating press he punched into her with his entire body’s weight, easily crushing through her defense. Almost immediately she crumbled, clawed fingers now moving around his body and hooking into his rear to draw him into her harder as he set a hard pace.
Her whole body shaking, tits bouncing in front of her face, she could do naught but take it as the Dragonborn proved why he was the alpha predator… until finally she submitted, her eyes rolling back in her head.
He looked down at Aela’s form, half naked in her “battle armor”, strings of their combined precum all over her front, mouth spread wide with her tongue lolling out, and he groaned at the obscenely lewd display, pounding into her quim with renewed fury until suddenly, with a victorious roar, he sheathed himself, pushing harshly against her cervix, forcing her own orgasm out of her.
She howled beneath him as her walls fluttered and contracted around his dick, milking it for all it was worth and he felt that even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t have been able to pull out. Pushed flush against her cervix as he was, he pushed wave after wave of cum into her, quickly filling up her womb and then her vagina.
Staying like that as he pumped into her, each pulse of cum sent from his balls through his dick, each contraction filling her further, they both slowly watched as her stomach started to gently bulge. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, as a long, drawn out “Fuuuuck.” Came out of her mouth.
Her arms were splayed bonelessly behind her as she was being impregnated, the sheer weight and the heat of the cum pushed into her triggering one miniature orgasm after the other, leaving her in a state of semi consciousness.
He watched from his perch on top of her, his breathing ragged as he observed her. A strong fighter, if quick to anger, and something more if he thought of her nails or how feral she had turned once he really fought back. A wince came from his lips as just now his skin started burning where her claws had dug into it, but he narrowed his eyes and pushed through the pain.
Rocking back he withdrew himself and let go of her knees in one go. Watching as her legs, still spread wide, dropped to the floor, he nodded approvingly of the veritable flood of semen that spilled out of her, now that neither gravity nor his dick kept it inside of her.
Aela laid on her back, chest heaving and eyes unfocused. Shivers ran through her and she twitched every so often, little gasps coming from her mouth, almost enticing him to go another round. Shaking his head he pushed himself up before moving over to his Knapsack. Passing his armor, now useless pieces of scrap iron and torn apart leather, he ignored it, instead choosing to don simple woolen clothing. Not nearly as protective, but it was all he had.
As he drew on his jacket he heard her gasp behind him. “Wait.”
He turned, eyes greedily roaming her defiled form, displayed as lewd as any whore. “What.”
She licked her lips, her bright eyes clear as she moved one hand between her legs, gathering some of his cum still spilling forth, only to suck it from her fingers, savoring it while holding eye contact before downing it.
He swallowed.
She grinned. “Your name.”
He narrowed his eyes.
Her grin broadened, displaying prominent canines and a feral sort of beauty. “I would not have our child grow up without knowing it’s fathers name.”
He stopped for a second, only to grin broadly. “Askr. Askr Einarsson.”
She breathed deeply, eyes fluttering as she regarded him. Her eyes roamed and, though fully clothed, he felt naked. She spoke, her voice deep but feminine and definitely raunchy: “Come visit me again some time, Askr son of Einar.”
He nodded, bending down to grab his two-handed steel sword, before sending one last glance at her. Splayed on the floor, grinning ferally at him with his come all over her body and her stomach still bulging with his seed, she was like a Succubus, only more tempting.
Grunting his farewell he lifted the bar securing the door before moving off. Not looking back he headed further East, resolving to take care of his multitude of scratches, shallow and deep, when making camp.
Notes:
That's it this time around! We'll see where his adventures next take him... remember to stay health and remember, reviews are the spice of life :3
Chapter 3: Muiri
Summary:
Askr travels to Markarth to fulfill a Dark Brotherhood contract. The questgiver, Muiri, is thankful that he went above and beyond the call of duty, gifting him not only her Ring of Enchantment+2, but also herself. A night (and morning!) of sickeningly-sweet lovemaking ensures.
Notes:
A sweeter approach. More breeding, thankfulness. Less fucking, more fully consensual, slow lovemaking. Will adjust the tags to include this.
Speech: "Speech"
Thoughts: Thoughts
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(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Entering the City of Stones, Markarth, Askr breathed in deeply. Mother had sent him here on an errand and really, what else would drive him into the city where corruption ran deeper than any other place in Skyrim. He still remembered the first time he walked these stones, watching manslaughter right there on the marketplace.
This time around he was better equipped. Dressed in dragonscale-reinforced leathers, he made for an intimidating sight. Adding to that were two wicked looking orcish daggers fastened to his outer thighs as well as the bow, a heavy thing of the same make as his daggers, on his back. His face was hidden by a wooden mask that didn’t allow any to let their eyes linger on it. A cloak of woven midnight flowed behind him, broken by the quiver at his hip, which showed arrows of dark wood with equally dark wings.
Sniffing the air discreetly, nostrils flaring, he looked over towards Hogni Red-Arm and his “produce”. His lips pressed together and he shook his head before making his way up the stone stairs, past the waterfalls.
Reaching The Hag’s Cure he entered casually. Strolling through he recognized many of the plants present, from Ash Creep Clusters over Bone Meal and Vampire Dust, though some eluded even his by now well-trained sense of the alchemical arts.
Eyes passing over Bothela, who barely spared him a glance, he continued to walk through the store, eyes searching the displayed ingredients while he was waiting for her. Finally, his ears picked up soft shuffling and he turned, just as she walked around the corner.
Bright blue eyes rimmed by exotic makeup, a soft smile on her plush lips and a sharp yet gentle face framed by medium length hair the color of ripe wheat in the setting sun. She watched him for a moment before averting her eyes.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she inquired.
“The Dark Brotherhood has come, Muiri.”
Her eyes widened, lips parting as she breathed in before moving closer, speaking quietly: “The Dark Brotherh…. Oh. Oh! I… my goodness, you’re really here! The Black Sacrament. It actually worked?”
“…” He waited.
“Yes, yes. Of course. Well, what I need is for you to kill Alain Dufont for me. I want him hunted down and murdered like the dog he is!” She spat the words, venom in her voice and fury on her pretty face.
Suits her, he thought, as he continued to remain silent.
“I didn't know it when we were... with each other... but Alain is actually the leader of a band of cutthroats. Bandits. They're holed up in some old dwarven ruin - Raldbthar. It’s near Windhelm. They use it as their base. It’s where they stage their raids. I want you to go to that ruin, find Alain Dufont, and kill him. I don’t care about his friends. Do whatever you want with them. But Alain has to die!”
“It will be done.” He spoke, amusement not fully hidden. Her eyes narrowed but she didn’t call him out on it.
“Excellent. Once Alain is dead, I’ll pay you. In gold. I’ve saved up quiet a bit. I hope that’ll do. But, well… there is one more thing. If you’re interested?”
“I’m listening.” He spoke.
“If you can… I want you to kill someone else as well. You don’t have to, not as part of our deal. But if you do, I’ll pay you even more. It’s Nilsine Shatter-Shield, in Windhelm. If she dies, too… I’ll make it worth your while.”
He nodded, not commenting on her requests, before turning and moving off.
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It was dark when next he came to Markarth, his appearance mostly unchanged. The Guards once more let him through unchallenged, averting their eyes, not wanting to deal with one such as him, before closing the gates behind him.
He drifted through the mostly empty streets, a shadow among shadows as he was inaudible over the softly running water. Hard to spot, too, for shadows seemed to stretch when he left them, like a lover not ready to let him to, and drawing him into themselves even when the night itself was bright enough.
Finally arriving back at The Hag’s Cure, he checked to see if he’d been followed, before moving towards the door. Checking he noticed it had been locked, but in no time at all the door opened with nary a sound. He slipped inside and re-locked the door behind him. Spotting Muiri working in the light of a couple of candles and a lantern, no trace of Bothela, he waited.
Soon enough he saw Muiri shiver, cold air entering through the door in the short moment it had been open. Looking up her eyes widened and she quickly dropped the pestle she’d been working with. Moving towards him she looked up, breath going quick as she waited.
“Alain Dufont now lies dead.” He spoke firmly but gently.
She breathed deeply, head tilting back as a weight seemed to lift itself off of her shoulders. “Thank you. That bastard got exactly what he deserved. And… I head about Nilsine. You have more than fulfilled your part of the bargain. Please, take this- as payment, and a symbol of my affection.” Her eyes flicked about his mask as her voice lowered to a whisper. “I’ll never forget you.”
He chuckled but said nothing, accepting the coin and eyeing the ring she gave him. A plain silver ring, shimmering with an enchantment he couldn’t quiet identify. He shrugged and slipped the ring into a pocket that seemed to appear once his fingers neared, only to meld back into the material seamlessly after use.
“Very well.” He spoke plainly.
“…”
“…”
“So… do you want to leave now?”, she asked.
He tilted his head. “Do you want me to?”
She shivered, one hand moving to grab the other arm that hung low, but didn’t answer as her head lowered, though she bit her bottom lip.
He moved up to her, reaching out and cupping her chin. He spoke, firmly but calmly: “So?”
She shook her head and he closed the distance until her hands flatly pushed against his chest, neither pulling him closer nor pushing him away.
He hummed, dropping her hands to her waist and loosely resting them there.
They stayed like that for a while until her breathing evened out. Apparently gathering her will, she turned, hooked one hand into his belt and started to move with him following behind.
Reaching a decorated door of Dwemer make, like most homes in Markarth had, she did not hesitate to move through and pull him into the middle of the room, only to close and lock the door behind them.
Looking around he took in his surroundings. Many books decorated the shelves on her walls, with rarer ingredients than those displayed in the store lined other shelves, all neatly stored in labeled jars. A stone bed, also common for Markarth, lined with thick furs on the bottom, a thick woolen sheet on top of those and more blankets, dominated the room together with the large firepit and workbench. He nodded lightly to himself before turning to Muiri again.
She approached the fireplace in which some embers crackled happily, adding more logs, before turning to and walking up to him. Reaching out slowly she took hold of the wooden mask and, when he didn’t fight her, pulled it off. As she took in his face for the first time she was startled, only to blush slightly.
“Thought me older, didn’t ya?” He asked, mirth clearly audible in his voice.
She nodded as she looked upon his face. Skin tanned by the sun was framed by short cropped, dark blonde hair with a well groomed and equally short beard. Sharp blue eyes focused on her as she did not reply with words, instead continuing to pull off his equipment piece by piece, with each newly revealed part of himself being studied like she would a new species of plant.
Her fingers glid along each scar, from the swollen over punctures – most likely arrows or bolts – to the long and shallow scars – most likely claws – and finally reaching a long and jagged, badly healed wound, most likely from a battle axe that spanned his torso.
As she removed his boots and set them aside to dry she giggled as his toes were revealed and wriggled freely. Lifting her head and taking a look at his pants she lifted her hands once more to free him of his last item of clothing. The rest lay nearby already, all spread out over her workbench and the available stool.
Wrapping her hands around the corded belt holding it up she tugged, loosening it, before pulling the garment down all the way with him stepping out to assist her. Folding it she marveled at the weight, or lack thereof, of the dragonscale-lined leather.
Pushing herself back up her feet she looked in his eyes before reaching behind her, loosening the strings holding her dress closed and up, never breaking eye contact with him, until the garment also came loose. Letting it flow to the floor, she stepped out and with both of them now naked as the Gods had created them, they stood before each other. Her eyes sought his, while his roamed her newly revealed form.
Supple breasts and wide hips, previously hidden behind the unflattering dress, greeted him, along with a lack of hair near her cunt. He nodded approvingly as his eyes roamed her thighs and calves, only to move back up until they locked eyes.
He stepped forwards and she spread her arms, embracing him as he did the same, with his hands resting on her rear. They stayed like that for a short while, enjoying the growing heat from the fire nearby.
Gently he lowered his head, lips slightly spread apart with her mirroring him, reaching up. A soft and impossibly gentle kiss was exchanged as hands slowly started to roam their bodies. There was no fighting, only languid exploration of each other’s mouths. Their tongues wrapped around each other again and again, coaxing the other into it’s respective home, only to chase when the other did the same. They stayed like that for some time until she gently pushed against him, moving him towards the bed.
He moved back, dropping down and lying on his back as he watched her. He sniffed, now he could smell her arousal over the scent of all the different herbs and plants in her room, and licked his lips. She moved towards and over him, trailing soft kisses up one leg, across his stomach and the ugly wound on his torso, over his neck and up his jawline. There she stopped to plant her forehead against his.
Her hot breath washed over his face and he moaned softly. Looking between them he saw her grip his erect dick with one hand, rubbing it along her slick nethers, before adjusting herself and ever so slowly take in his tip. He moaned, a long, drawn out moan as he put her hands on her waist, it taking all his self-control to not push into her until he bottomed out.
She gasped. Slowly she sank down, drawing off of him slowly but frequently, only to take him in further on the next try until finally, she had all of him inside of her. Never in her life had she felt so full, so secure, before, and with someone she had only met once before, where she had ordered him to kill her previous lover that had betrayed and used her. Feeling every single one of his veins, feeling his pulse through her nether walls and the fact that he had allowed her the lead, was like the sweetest of drugs to her, so she savored the feeling, just as he did.
When finally, she started to move, it was at a slow pace. Impossibly slow she drew off of him until only the topmost part of his tip still touched her nethers before pushing down again, just as slow. Repeating his process left her breathless each time and whenever he was fully sheathed inside of her, she felt her breath run short.
He could only stare up at her as she wafted over him, her slight frame putting barely any noticeable weight and strain on his trained body. One hand had long since moved towards her cheek, thumb running over it as she nuzzled into it, while the other stroked her flank slowly up and down. With how her movement ghosted over and around him, he wasn’t sure she was of this world, but couldn’t bring himself to care. All he could do was enjoy, the Dragonsoul inside of him oddly quiet at the female riding him.
They both knew not how long this went. The languid, unhurried movements, the closeness, it all eventually just accumulated naturally until she leaned forwards, pressing her lips to his once more. Just as her tongue coaxed his into her mouth, they both came simultaneously. Both of his hands pulled her closer to him while hers framed his face, both tangled in his short hair as she felt him spray her insides with his thick cum, causing her to moan and prolong her own orgasm.
He groaned into her mouth, unloading wave after wave of his seed into her willing womb and with her pussy stretched around his cock as it was, with nowhere to go, it went deep.
Trapped in their own world of pleasure they laid there, sharing more kisses even as he pulled the sheets over them, until sleep finally claimed them both.
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Come next morning he awoke to a slight weight on his chest and a warm feeling on his cock. Flexing it without opening his eyes he realized, he was still inside of her nethers, albeit softened, though that quickly changed as his blood pumped and memories of last night came into his mind.
One hand stroking her back he heard naught but a soft mumble as she continued to sleep.
Grinning to himself he started to gently rock against her, moving just his hips to inch in and out of her sticky cunt; last night’s release still mostly inside of her, lubing it up nicely for him. He continued this for some time and as her breathing came faster, he felt her wake up.
When she finally came to, the first thing she did, was moan and hold on tightly to him. Feeling her tits squashed against his hard chest, chiseled like the softest granite, she smelled the scent of their last coupling and felt his seed still inside of her. A smile ghosted over her lips as she thought of her, their future, before her eyes fluttered closed and she smiled a small, bright smile. “Again?”
He chuckled lowly, the vibrations traveling through her body and tingling something fierce in her lower stomach. “Aye… better make sure yer properly seeded, wouldn’t ya say?”
She blushed fiercely at that before nodding, forsaking more words in favor of moving with him. No more words were exchanged between them, but soft gasps and moans from her as well as low groans from him were heard. Their breathing once again sped up as they leisurely enjoyed each other until once again, they both reached their plateau at the same time. Climaxing with, in and around each other they both felt a new wave of his seed flood her womb. They both shivered, saving the feeling.
He enjoyed the feeling of seeding her once again, surely impregnating her if their previous coupling for whatever reason had not accomplished this already. He enjoyed her softness, both in body and soul, and the kindness and care she had shown towards him.
She enjoyed the feeling of a man pumping into and inside of her, the feeling of his seed washing through what made her a woman and taking hold. The fullness of his cum and shaft inside of her, the warmth and security his physical proximity promised. She sighed, eyes closing once more.
He lifted his head, kissing the sides of her mouth as sleep claimed her once more. Slowly rolling over he withdrew himself from her for the first time since last night, watching some of his thick cum escape her, though one look at her slightly bulged belly told him that he had well and truly done his best to seed her.
Pulling the blankets back over her he watched her snuggle into them. A soft smile played on his lips as he stroked her hair and watched her smile in her sleep in return. Mirth played his lips as he realized she’d never asked his name.
As he dressed he turned to watch her once more, her hair shimmering in the morning light as she laid on her bed. Almost tempted to remain he steeled himself and turned, only looking back once. Slipping out the door, his wooden mask back on his face, he again turned into the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood. Face steeled, movement like that of a feline predator he moved into and through the masses of other passers, disappearing like morning mist upon the sun.
Notes:
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Chapter 4: Morwen
Summary:
A more "hardcore" chapter with some serious noncon. You've been warned.
New Warnings: Noncon, breathplay.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Speech: "Speech"
Thoughts: Thoughts
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Walking through the snow, her torch held high, Morwen pushed on. Her hood drawn deep she focused only on setting one foot in front of the other, fighting the harsh gusts of cutting cold that tore at every inch of exposed skin. Small icicles clung to her eyelashes, stinging something fierce whenever she tried to get rid of the tears the biting winds drew from her eyes.
Teeth clenched she carried on, determined to make it to the small wooden shack she knew to be somewhere along this path, yearning for the warmth its fires promised once stoked. Her iron will pushed her on, how long, she couldn’t say. One thing was for certain, her torch had long since capitulated to wind and frost, before finally the shack appeared in sight. Small, but well built, and most importantly always stocked with firewood, some rations and windproof. The perfect shelter for travelers caught in one of the freezing blizzards that ravaged Skyrim’s mountains.
Stumbling against the door she struggled to open it, only to find it latched from inside. Screaming in anger and fear, not wanting to freeze out in the snow, she slammed her hands against it. Dull thuds would have been heard, were it not for the howling of the winds, but, like a miracle, after only a few hits, each much weaker than the one prior, the door opened.
She fell inside, the sudden loss of resistance, the exhaustion, too much for her as she was blasted with warm air. Collapsing onto the floor, her breathing ragged, she felt more than she saw the door being closed and relatched behind her, for the air stopped whizzing about.
Laid there she felt someone help her out of her thick clothing, piling it nearby as they drew off piece after piece, layer after layer. Her feeble protests went ignored and as she lay on the warm, fur covered floor she fought to keep her eyes open.
When finally she laid there in just her smallclothes she opened them again. A blurry image of a tall man greeted her, wearing barely any clothing as his own clothes steamed from a multitude of clotheslines and surfaces where they were spread over.
He moved towards her, and her heart beat rapidly faster. Her will and strength returned to her as the warmth seeped into her bones and she shuffled back, sitting up against a wall. “No.”
He didn’t stop. “No!” she spoke, lifting her arms, but found herself pushed to the floor as she felt her smallclothes ripped off of her.
She tried to turn, beat him off, but he grabbed her head and smacked it into the floor, weakening her resistance before she suddenly felt two fingers shoved into her cunt and she screamed.
In and out he pushed his wet digits, again and again before her body betrayed her and she grew slick in anticipation. Still protesting she bucked under him. Feeling his fingers draw out of her she triumphed, ready to push her advantage before a hard smack to the back of her head once more left her head spinning.
A large hand wrapped around the back of her neck, holding her down as she heard clothes rustling before she felt him kneel behind her. Struggling to buck him off only rewarded her with a loss of air, as his fingers easily found and restricted her carotid artery. Her head spinning she was only dimly aware of him pushing into her, splitting her apart over his dick as he did not care to go slow, to let her adjust to his size.
Gagging and gasping she awoke with her head on the floor. She realized that she’d passed out, smearing drool all over the furs. Hearing huffing behind her she looked back, only to receive a smack to her cheek that forced her eyes forwards again. She groaned as unwillingly, her body submitted, starting to enjoy the rough treatment and giving her pleasure in return.
Her head rose up all of a sudden as she felt something, his thumb, suddenly push through her sphincter, before she felt a hand roughly grab her hair and pull.
Drawing her back her head back with one hand, pistoning rapidly in- and out of her cunt with his dick and with his thumb sunk inside of her ass, she could do naught but moan and take it.
Hearing him groan loudly she felt him pulse inside of her. With renewed energy she bucked, whimpering: “No… not inside!”
He pulled her hair harder until her front rose off of the ground, forcing her to support herself with her arms, before hearing his voice, darkened by his lust in her ear: “Ya thought ya could just prance in ‘ere and not pay for yer accommodation?”
He bit her ear. Hard. She yowled, hearing him chuckle darkly. “Ya will take it, ya bitch, and ya will carry my child under yer heart.”
His words, dark as they were, made her inner walls clench terribly. She would never admit it, but this was just how she loved it. How she needed it, for the warrior she had been brought up to be would never willingly submit to anyone.
She came.
Hard.
Screaming as much as her hoarse voice would allow her she trashed under his strong grip. Feeling him bottom out inside of her, painfully filling and spreading her just as she wanted, she moaned like the cheapest of whores as she was filled, some of his seed quickly leaking from her abused cunt and dripping onto the floor below.
Each wave of his seed that she felt pushed through the girthy, veiny cock into her greedy cunt triggered another orgasm. Spasming on the floor of some shack in the middle of a blizzard, out in the middle of nowhere, she was getting bred to the full capacity her body would allow.
When finally he was finished he dropped her onto the floor where she collapsed bonelessly, pulling out to observe. Her breath ran ragged from exhaustion, her long hair plasted to her back in messy strands and her cunt gaping and leaking semen all over the floor, the smell of debauchery now thick within the small shack.
He felt his cock twitch at the sight.
This would not do. He moved up to her, flipping her onto her back as she bonelessly complied. Lifting her onto a table he plopped her down, judging the height to be perfect.
She laid there on top, leaking semen all over the place which satisfied him something fierce, and he eyed her face. Eyes still glazed over she was still working on recovering, catching her breath as he grabbed hold of her head.
Tilting it down off the edge he slipped his cock, coated generously in both of their juices, into her mouth, forcing himself deep into her throat with his balls nestled against her nose, and waited.
Coming back to life at this she started to beat his thighs, the only place she could reach from where she lay. Unable to breathe as she was she weakened quickly, her struggles seizing as dark spots once more appeared in her vision.
Only when her arms started to drop, he started to move. Drawing himself out of her he granted her one ragged breath before shoving back in, making her generous tits bounce. One hand greedily grabbing hold of her tits he looked down to where her throat bulged whenever he pushed into her.
Gasping and gargling she lay below him, always on the edge of suffocation, with her throat being abused relentlessly. Again and again he pushed into her, his eyes moving from her still leaking cunt over her reddened tits or her bulging throat, humming in approval as his breath sped up once more as well.
Grabbing hold of her nipples he squeezed them between his thumbs and index fingers before pulling harshly. Her howling, which made her throat vibrate around his cock, pushed him over the edge. Resting his cock inside of her throat as deeply as he could, with his heavy balls resting on her face, he pushed his cum directly into her stomach.
After the first few spurts, he drew out of her throat, remaining in her mouth, only to watch as she was forced to swallow down all of his cum or drown, unable to breathe with her being on her back and it occupying her mouth fully.
Time and time again she swallowed, and he watched her drink down his very essence. Stroking her cheek he grunted, satisfied with himself before finally pulling out of her mouth.
Sputtering and coughing up semen she fought to breathe, spots still in her vision as she fought to remain conscious. As he finally he stepped back, she could spot the lower part of his dick dangling there in front of his legs, though not much more.
As sleep claimed her, body and mind both thoroughly exhausted, she didn’t notice him wiping clean his dick with her smallclothes before, after a quick check out the door, drawing on his clothes again and vanishing into the snow.
Leaving her behind on the table like a well fucked, lewd present, he moved on, his hunger sated. For now…
Notes:
Four chapters in, it's getting interesting. Has Askr taken a darker turn in life? What would Muiri say? Nobody knows!
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Chapter 5: Serana
Summary:
Skyrim's favorite voluptuous vampire gets rescued, fucked and... well, read around, find out :3 ends with a spoiler.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Speech: "Speech"
Thoughts: Thoughts
Shouts: Shouts
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His eyes roamed the tomb as it laid before him, quiet once more. A large, stone pillar had risen after he had solved the riddle of the braziers, putting him on edge as he expected another trap.
He nursed his hand; though healed, he could still remember vividly the metal spike that had driven itself through not long before.
Noticing no other changes outside the pillar appearing he circled it from a distance. It appeared unremarkable in any and all ways, safe for its size. Deciding to chance a closer look, he moved up.
As he inspected the surface, he found it smooth despite its rough appearance. Clearly it had been forged by highly skilled hands, though to which purpose eluded him. Moving his hand, still bloodied, across the surface he felt for any noticeable differences that would give away a keyhole or the likes, for why else would one hide such a pillar behind a riddle and multiple steel gates and traps.
Not finding anything he continued to move around the pillar until eventually, without any warning, a loud crack echoed in the cavern, causing him to flinch back and lift his two shortswords.
When the lid leaned forwards and, gaining momentum, crashed loudly against the floor, he covered his eyes with one arm to keep the dust out. Coughing and waving one hand to clear the air, an almost inaudible sound was heard.
Readying himself he expected many things... but not a naked woman.
Long, ebony hair, high cheekbones and full, crimson lips softened out her clearly aristocratic face. Long, dark eyelashes framed light, unblemished skin... perfection given form.
His tongue darted out between his own lips as his eyes roamed her form greedily, drinking it in. Decently sized breasts, a tight waist followed by what he could see was a shapely derriere, he could not spot any hair below her eyebrows. Once more he licked his, suddenly dry, lips.
Suddenly she stirred. Sniffing, her dainty nose sought him out and, upon locking on to his location, her eyes opened.
His own eyes widened. Bright red eyes stared into his- Vampire!, he thought. He saw her eyes roaming his form as well, one hand twitching his way as she took her first step outside of what he now was a large coffin...as she stumbled and tumbled less than more gracefully.
A low groan escaped her throat and he enjoyed her plight, for it animated her assets for him to enjoy. Clearing her throat, a rich, feminine voice spoke: "My name is Serana. Were you sent to wake me?"
He looked down at her, lowering his weapons as he just stared.
She sighed softly. "Didn't think so... who is Skyrim's High King?"
He chuckled. "That's up for debate currently."
She rolled her eyes and he hear her mutter: "Another civil war... fantastic."
She eyed him. "I don't suppose you would let me have a snack? After who knows how many years I am absolutely famished."
His eyes narrow and he shakes his head.
She sighed, muttering softly: "Such a shame... and you were even half good looking. I'll make good use of you once I've enthralled you."
A broad grin split her face and her fangs poked out her lips before, in a blur, she moved.
He barely had time to shout "TIID!" before she was already halfway between their previous positions.
Moving quickly he pulled back one arm, dropping the sword in slow motion, before grabbing her by the throat and slamming her onto the hard stone floor. Mounting her he laid his other sword onto her neck as time slowly resumed.
She gasped as, in the blink of an eye, she went from just about tearing the man's throat out to being pinned under him... and she gushed as she was being dominated. A moan escaped her throat as her thighs rubbed together and her eyes fluttered shut.
He blinked, being surprised once more as he inspected her closer. "Yer no normal vampire, are ya, lass?" His grip on her throat tightened. "One wrong move and..." He pushed the swords well honed edge just slightly against her throat.
She swallowed, nostrils flaring as she took in his scent. Gods, she had never in all her unlife smelt someone or something like this before. She felt her nethers leak as she was being physically dominated and tempted by his scent.
Pushing through she focused on his question, masterfully ignoring her bodies cries for satisfaction and nourishment: "Comparing me to your run of the mill vampire is like comparing you to an ape."
She shivered as her eyes dropped to his neck, only for the blade to apply the slightest pressure on her throat, causing her to still.
Her voice, laden with desire, continued: "I must ask you for a boon, if you would entertain me."
He watched her, giving a short nod, causing her to continue.
"After... I do not know how many years, I am simply famished, and while I will not degenerate into a blood starved beast, I" here her stomach rumbled lowly, causing a blush to rise into her cheeks "I do require sustenance."
Leaning forwards he narrowed her eyes at her, growling lowly: "Ya want my blood? Nice try, though I won't let ya drain me dry."
She blushed harder. "Us pureblooded vampires can not survive just on blood, but also other life-giving fluids. If you would indulge, I would be more than happy to... thank you for freeing me."
He stared at her, dumbfounded. No way was she... he sniffed, only now smelling her arousal. Turning about he looked back and saw her positively leaking onto the floor.
Looking back at her she wouldn't meet his eyes, though hers flickered over his arms pinning her towards his exposed neck from time to time.
Weighing her offer - her body was to die for, he thought amusedly - he grunted and nodded. "No games, or I'll show ya why Dragons fear me.", he spoke before getting off of her.
He had barely gotten up before she was upon him, her thin fingers deftly undoing belt and buckle at astonishing rates.
Freeing his prick, already half erect, it slapped her in the face as it dropped out of his pants. Going cross eyed as she tried looking ag it she swallowed, a shiver running through her. Steeling her resolve, she wrapped both her hands around, noticing with glee she needed both to manage such... and he wasn't even at his peak yet!
She smothered a giggle by smothering his dick with kisses, inhaling his heavy scent. Fresh sweat, traces of blood and dust sent her into a frenzy as she slowly started jerking him off while moving her lips back up.
Her fangs tickled his skin, scratching but not breaking it, and his breath hitched at the unexpected stimulation, causing his dick to jerk and nudge her nose. This caused him to snort in a burst of amusement, as he considered his situation, but he quickly focused on the task at hand. One hand running over her head he gently drew it back before moving his tip towards her mouth.
Taking the hint, she gave it a long, languid lick before puckering her lips and sucking on it. Once, twice, then she pushed forwards as he filled her mouth. Stretching it she groaned, one hand dropped between her legs to get to work on herself.
A shudder ran through him as he felt her tongue expertly work his shaft inside her mouth while she did her best to suck him straight up. His dick twitched, hitting her mouth’s roof and prompting her to look up at him.
Burning crimson eyes stared up at him and he found her aroused look more than exciting, though that could at least partly be attributed to how she had just about half his length inside her mouth.
Deciding that was enough foreplay he firmly grasped her hair, before pulling her face towards his crotch, slowly working his shaft further into her mouth, pushing plenty of spit out of her mouth doing so. He groaned as he continued to move, only halting momentarily at her pharynx before pushing through and into her throat.
Not having to breathe greatly working in her favor, she ignored the slight discomfort gained by not breathing and lowered herself while lifting her head to allow him easier access. Her free hand moved up and started to massage his dick inside of her throat, which, coupled with her frequent swallowing, only spurred him on.
Just about sheathed he leant back and shuddered in bliss. A comfortable, wet and soft sheathe surrounded almost all of his dick and upon looking down, he saw two crimson eyes stare up at him while he could still feel her tongue work his shaft. He almost came right then and there.
Swallowing hard he slowly drew out until only his tip remained in her throat, only to shove himself back in, quickly turning his exploratory movement into a hard facefuck. If her groans were any indication, it was also to her liking.
Dropping the other sword he put both hands on her head as he used her mouth as his personal fuckhole, slamming himself home time after time with no care for her pleasure. Each thrust was accompanied by his testicles slapping into her wet chin and she continued to groan, writhing underneath him as her hands furiously worked both his shaft in her throat and her own nethers.
Loud, wet squelching sounds echoed through the chamber at their doing, accompanied by both their grunts and moans. Sounds usually heard more often in whorehouses than burial sites made the odd bat scatter and would have turned more than one head in shame at their debauchery.
Reaching his limit he grunted as his dick started pulsing slowly, signaling his release. Expertly reading his body even after such a short time, Serana put both hands on his rear and assisted him best she could in him fucking her face, moaning wantonly now.
It has been way too long, she thought, as she anticipated his release. Looking up at him she swore she could seem him bare his own canines at her and though not as pointy as hers, they seemed sharper than a normal human’s and more made for tearing than eating. Her quim quivered and gushed as her own pleasure reached her peak, though she soldiered through, intent on drawing her treat, reward and first meal in who-knows-how-many years.
Looking down he saw her gush onto the floor and felt her quiver around him as he, assisted by her, sped up even further, burying himself time and time again in her wet and unbelievably tight throat.
“Fuck!”, he groaned, as he felt her fingernails slightly pierce his skin, before sheathing himself fully, succumbing to his orgasm. Pushing wave after wave of his seed straight down her gullet, he held her eyes and watched them turn from a burning crimson to a red more commonly found in rich red wine. All the while she held him buried inside of her, her tongue continued to snake around his prick as it tried to coax ever more of his seed out of him. Groaning once more, he felt another spurt escape him at the treatment.
Continuing to suck him off, her fingernails finally relented and she slowly pulled herself off until just his tip remained inside of her mouth. Sucking slightly her cheeks hollowed as she cleaned him off with her hands while trying to get more of the treat into her. Savoring the taste she moaned, continuing to service him while kneeling on the floor.
“By the Gods”, she moaned. “I must admit, I have never felt so full after just one serving. Your lifeforce is just…” she shivered, looking up at him.
He licked his lips as he watched her still hooded eyes, not giving her any further rest as he picked her up and, with a few quick steps, shoved her back against her coffin. Surprised she gasped, only just managing to wrap her legs around him as his tip nudged against her slit.
Pushing against it he noticed just one problem… Serana’s pussy was positively tiny; laughably so when compared to his dick.
With a deep breath he angled himself before pushing against her dripping snatch with his tip, grunting as he worked to push himself in while she quivered in his grasp, head thrown back as she groaned like a cheap whore. Finally, with a low growl he pushed into her, spearing her in one go as almost his entire length entered her, visibly bulging her stomach.
Her mouth popped open and her eyes rolled back into her head as she momentarily blacked out, quivering and shivering as her pussy and innards were being reshaped by his cock.
Holding on he pushed further, again meeting resistance as his tip bumped into her cervix. This bump was enough to wake her and, with wide eyes, she looked at him.
She breathed: “No… you cannot enter there.”, though at the same time she wriggled her hips, her most sacred mound working his tip.
He licked his lips and moved his hands from her ass, holding her up with just his dick and some support from her own arms and legs, and put both of them on her shoulders from behind. His eyes wide he flexed his dick, engorging it further and making her shiver, before drawing her down.
Her crimson lips parted in a silent shout, forming a large “O”, as she felt pressure build inside of her unlike any she had ever experienced before. His cock, slicked by both their fluids, strained against the tight mound, unable to penetrate, the pressure almost painful for both of them, before he let up. Withdrawing entirely from her, he laid his dick on top her thin stomach. Her eyes refocused on it as it laid there, reaching quiet far up her petite frame and she felt her lower lips quiver in want, already missing his presence and the sheer fullness he gave her.
“…”, she murmured.
He tilted his head.
“Fuck me…”, she breathed
He licked his lips, waiting for her to continue.
Her breath ran ragged and she stared at him with hooded eyes. “Fuck me damnit, claim me, break me, just shove that damn cock back inside!”
He groaned, dick twitching, at her words, before doing just that without any further ado.
Lifting her he plunged into her in one quick thrust, entering her welcoming, dripping snatch. Once more his cock worked to reshape her insides as he saw fit, stretching her further than ever intended, hammering against her cervix with each thrust.
“F-F-Fuck!”, Serana yelled, as her eyes switched from staring up at the ceiling to where they were joined to where his bulge was visible on her stomach.
He grinned and groaned, throwing his weight into each thrust, smashing her against the pillar. Truly, a lesser woman, or perhaps most women, would have been squashed at this point, but Serana was made of sterner stuff, allowing him to let loose like he rarely could.
One hand fisted into her long, ebony hair, drawing back her and exposing her throat. He licked his lips and drew his teeth across it, feeling her twitch and quiver around his dick even further as she part fought and part enjoyed his ministrations on her throat. Her hands worked, alternating, between pushing him away and pulling him closer, as she got fucked hard against the stone coffin.
He snarled and sank his teeth into her throat and instantly she submitted, no more pushing him away but instead pulling him closer, prompting him to let go and sink his teeth into the soft, fleshy part between shoulder and neck. He groaned and pushed even further into her.
All of a sudden her back arched and, with a silent scream, she came. Hard. Even a vampire as her could only take so much hammering, only take so much getting stretched and thoroughly fucked, before they came. And come she did, squirting as she rode out the waves, wetting both of them and drowning the floor beneath them in her fluids.
He grinned broadly, roaring as he fucked her through her climax, continuing to batter away at her abused pussy, before, with a final and particularly vicious thrust, he burst through her cervix, instantly cumming. Filling her up once more with his seed he pumped into her again and again, quickly adding to the bulge as he overfilled her uterus and both her tubes, trying in to breed her undead body.
Pushing into her again and again she went cross-eyed in pleasure as she felt the life-giving fluids enter her, passing out.
He continued pushing into her, withdrawing from her cervix, which quickly closed after him, keeping his seed inside, before moving back and forth in her vagina, depositing yet more of himself with loud groans. Seeing her bulging stomach he shivered and thrust into her once more, sealing his tip against her cervix before blasting more of himself into her poor, abused insides.
Flopping against him she wrapped her arms around him, her lips putting pillow-soft kisses on his neck before licking like feline, enjoying his taste and closeness while she could. Breathing deeply she noticed the bulging veins running there and, licking her lips, she gently sank her fangs into it.
The slight sting was all but ignored before he heard, through his panting, the sound of her feasting on him. Too exhausted to fight back at this point, and neither thinking entirely straight nor minding, he let her to it, for after all, he had given her so much of himself, what more would just a bit blood hurt…
She continued to languidly sip, savoring his taste like the finest of wines. And truly, that was it for her. His, unbeknownst to her, Dragonborn blood tasted better than any she had before. His life essence was many times stronger than any she had fed on before, directly translating to a vastly improved taste, inferring much more power into her. She moaned into his neck as she continued to drink while she also enjoyed the slight pressure and pain in her lower half.
Withdrawing her fangs and giving his neck one final, languid lick, she lifted herself up. Looking at him, her eyes now seemed like they were almost alive, a red so dark it could easily pass for black. And truly, she did feel more alive than she had since her transformation, her breathing labored as her pulse ran quick… what?!
Notes:
Sorry for the break, RL is taking a toll. Got ideas for a few more chapters, including featuring previously featured characters, but it's slow going at the moment.
Chapter 6: Muiri (2/?)
Summary:
Part two of mating with Muiri. A snapshot of one of the rarer, more tender moments, of their lives.
Notes:
Been a while, so here's part two. These meetups after the first one will not all be as tooth-rottingly-sweet as this one, I promise you that :b you'll just have to stick around and find out! This is a shorter one but I felt like, really, do they always need to be like 2-3k words long? Nah!
As always - read and review. I hope you enjoy!
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Speech: "Speech"
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Waking slowly he buried his nose in her soft hair, smelling of some flowers she must have picked and processed at some point. It was longer now than last he had seen her, reaching past her shoulders and being bound in a simple yet decorative braid. He approved.
Bumping the tip of her ear with his nose he pressed a soft kiss on it before his hands tightened slightly on her bulging stomach, that carried her child. *Their child*, he told himself, holding her closer at the thought, but being mindful not to hurt them.
His dick was still lodged inside of her sticky heat; obviously they hadn’t moved much since their lovemaking last night. Slowly waking up fully he stretched as much as he could without giving up his embrace of her, very much enjoying how her small frame was pressed into his, with their bodies perfectly melded together.
A low moan escaped her and she moved her head a bit, her nethers clenching as his dick inside of her engorged a bit at his stretching, but she did not wake, giving him an idea.
A light grin emerged on his lips as one hand moved up to her heavy breasts, swollen in preparation of her approaching motherhood. Trying, and failing, to wrap his hand around one he squeezed lightly, earning himself another moan. Massaging gently, he added his second hand towards her other breast, massaging that one as well.
Her breathing sped up and though she rolled on her back, she did not wake yet. Taking the offer he leaned over one of her tits, his hot breath washing over the quickly hardening nipple. Continuing to massage he licked his lips as he noticed some fluids escape her nipple before latching on and lightly suckling.
Tasting like the sweetest, richest milk he’d ever had, he immediately approved and suckled more, drawing more and more milk from her tits as she groaned below him. One of her hands subconsciously moved up to his head, gently scratching his scalp as her fingers moved through his short hair. Pulling him closer he obliged, sucking the nipple into his mouth before drawing his head back while keeping it inside his mouth. Stretching her back, she arched and moaned huskily, making him throb and harden in record time.
Deciding to have some more fun, one hand dipped between her quickly parting legs, passing her smoothly shaven lips and pushing into her. Surprisingly she was already exceedingly wet and he had a hard time pulling his finger back out, such was the strength of her inner walls, as they tried to hold him in.
Maneuvering himself on top of her, careful not to put any weight on her stomach, he ever so slowly entered her; his lips never leaving her breast, continuing to suckle on it. Over the span of more than a minute he slowly pushed himself into her. Chuckling lowly he remembered how their first night also ended with him awake, pleasuring her, and her still asleep. Soft moans escaped her and her other, unattended, nipple also started leaking, with rivulets of her rich breast milk running wet trails across her unblemished, tanned skin, only to sink into the soft bedding below.
When finally he was sheathed inside of her, he started withdrawing just as slowly, only to push in at the same speed once more, increasing his speed a fraction at a time. Withdrawing his mouth from her tit, he swallowed, only to start kissing up her neck and around her jawline. Finally reaching her mouth he left the softest kisses around her lips, his stubble scratching her soft skin and making her twitch every so often. When she moaned the next time he sealed his lips onto hers, swallowing it as he pushed his tongue inside, lazily toying with hers.
Finally stirring from her slumber she slowly opened her eyes and, as he drew back, greeting him with a beatific smile, managing to express love, happiness, serenity and a host of other emotions without a single word. Lifting one hand onto his face he nuzzled into it, his eyes fluttering closed as he showed her a side rarely anyone else ever saw of him. Moving to gently scratch his beard, after a while she drew in his head to share some more kisses.
Her other hand moved around his shoulders, lightly squeezing his muscled frame. Fingers gliding over numerous scars on their way down, she finally reached his rear and, after a teasing squeeze, she pulled him into her, holding him sheathed fully inside of her.
A shiver ran through both of them, then another, and as their kiss grew deeper they both reached a tender end to this morning’s lovemaking. Feeling some of their combined fluids dribble out of her caused them to moan lowly into each other’s mouth.
Holding their kiss for a while longer, he finally rolled off of her, again drawing her into him, his hands wrapping around her swollen stomach, securing her both against the world and the coming morning. She sighed happily, resting her hands on his, as she drifted to sleep again.
Still awake his fingers drew languid, nonsensical patterns on her stomach as he burned every single detail of this moment into his memory. Slipping into her from behind drew a low moan from her, followed by a satisfied sigh, which he mirrored. Both having expressed their love towards each other, all without a single word uttered to break the comfortable quiet of this morning, and joined as closely as they could, they both eventually fell asleep once more…
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