Skyrim Belongs to the Nords!

by 1derous

Summary:

In an alternative timeline Gunjar doesn't die in Helgen but ends up lovingly married to a deeply devoted Argonian BBW in Riverwood, living his best life as he keeps his wife happy, barefoot and pregnant. Very pregnant. Skyrim belongs to the Nords and so do fat Argonian breeding sows (#based). Never ask a Nord supremacist the race of his wife.

Notes:

• Inspired by Skyrim Belongs to the Nords by SmoleVN

“Skyrim belongs to the Nords!”

Gunjar turned around to angrily stomp into his cottage and slammed the door behind him. Why was it so difficult for these Imperial milk drinkers to grasp such a simple concept? In the kitchen his wife Xeetha looked up from the pan of sweet rolls that she’d just pulled out of the oven and set down to cool. She smiled tenderly at her easily excitable husband, her sweet and demure demeanor already making Gunjar wonder why he’d even let himself get so angry in the first place. He smiled as their eyes met and the Argonian beckoned him closer to the stove, eager to get her husband out of the bitter Skyrim cold in spite of the resistance offered by his Nord blood.

“Come sit by the fire, Dear~.”

Gunjar smiled again. Xeetha was so beautiful with her purple scales and golden eyes. A decorative veil hung on her crown-like horns and her voluptuous curves filled her traditional Nord maternity dress to the breaking point. What a woman~. The Argonian housewife giggled when she noticed that her husband was once again staring at her large backside. It was thanks to Gunjar that she had become so thicc, not to mention barefoot and pregnant with his Nord baby, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. They were incredibly happy together and he always made her feel so loved. So wanted. Xeetha cooed happily as the Nord wrapped his strong arms around her and gave his wife a big loving squeeze before sitting down next to her by the fire. Softly humming the melody to “Ragnar the Red”, she turned back to check on the cabbage stew while swaying her wide hips seductively. The scaled temptress smiled to herself, knowing full well what she was doing, and it didn’t take long before Gunjar was back on his feet and pressed up against her back. His big Nordic lance throbbed angrily as it ground into Xeetha’s enflamed nethers and she eagerly pushed her fat ass back against him. Although she was already thoroughly knocked up, her pregnancy had only increased the need for her Nord husband to pound and breed her like a sow in heat. His strong hands moved up to greedily cup her big milky tits, staining her dress as she started to leak and whimper.

“P-please, Sir. I’m just a lusty Argonian maid who needs a strong Nord warrior to conquer my womb with his superior seed~.”

Gunjar could only growl in response as his composure crumbled and he roughly hiked up his wife’s dress. Without hesitation he unceremoniously speared her from behind like the fat free-use fuck pig that she had so happily become for him. For the man that she loved. Xeetha sobbed with joy as she once again took her husband right to the hilt, her pregnant body shaking helplessly as she orgasmed on his Nord manhood with her tongue lolling from her open maw. Divines, she loved her husband so much and she wanted to give him as many babies as possible. Their lovemaking quickly descended into raw animalistic mating, both of them grunting and growling as Xeetha’s wet needy cunt received her husband’s love with loud squelching noises that would no doubt give their neighbors nightmares for years to come. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she hoarsely screamed Gunjar’s name while his big lizard-taming manhood pounded into her hungry depths again and again, conquering her Argonian womb and claiming it for himself forever. There was no doubt in Xeetha's mind. Skyrim belonged to the Nords and so did fat Argonian breeding sows like herself. It was only natural.