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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, Multi, Other
  Fandom:
      Elder_Scrolls_V:_Skyrim
  Character:
      Female_Dovahkiin_|_Dragonborn
  Additional Tags:
      Tentacles, Tentacle_Sex, Anal_Sex, Futanari, Violence, Necrophilia,
      Bestiality, Lolita, Underage_Sex, Magic, Fantasy, Rape/Non-con_Elements,
      Dragons, Inflation, Come_Inflation
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      Published: 2016-09-16 Updated: 2017-12-03 Chapters: 3/? Words: 19077
****** Futanari Skyrim ******
by wyrde
Summary
     An unusual Dovahkiin starts her adventures in Skyrim.
***** Helgen Keep *****
                         ****** Futanari Skyrim ******
                          **** Wyrde Vintersörg ****
                                    **   **
                                        
                                        
 
                           ****** CHAPTER ONE ******
                        ***** The Border Fortress *****
                                        
I had to say... so far I was not terribly pleased with my initial impression of
Skyrim.
 
"Go to the North," the priestess had told me. "Your destiny awaits you in
Skyrim."
"You're just trying to get rid of me," I accused her. I was joking. Mostly.
"Oh, beautiful girl," she smiled back. She gave me a kiss to the top of my
head, a sudden showing of tenderness. "I would keep you here forever if it was
my choice... but I would be stealing something from you. Maybe even from the
world. You need to go to Skyrim."
I stared at her. There was a solemness to her voice I'd not heard before. Sure,
she was a priestess, but she wasn't one of those stuffy, holier-than-thou
types. Whether it was just her personality or being sworn to Dibella, I wasn't
sure. I raised an eyebrow, questioning her.
"It's a prophecy thing," she replied. A bit of her humor was back. "I think."
So to Skyrim I went. Eventually. There were a couple days of saying goodbye.
And some sort of gift... what gift I'm not too clear on. It seemed to involve a
lot of wine, a lot of sex, and lots of tickling and laughter. That lasted
almost two days.
That pleasant memory was a stark contrast to Skyrim.
Since I'd walked across the border I had been captured by bandits, cursed,
escaped, spent two days lost in the freezing cold, and captured again--this
time by Imperial Legionnaires. Who, it seemed, were going to kill me just for
having the nerve to be near them.
The cart ride to my death was extremely uncomfortable. The seats were rough
wood, there were no springs on the axles and the thing smelled like it was
usually used to haul manure. One of the Imperials had given me a folded-up sack
as a cushion but it only served to emphasize how roughly the cart handled the
stony track it jounced, skipped, and wobbled over.
My companions weren't much better than the cart. Some petty thief named Lokir
was next to me and, if anything, smelled worse than the cart. The others in the
cart, as well as the larger wagon clattering down the road before us, were all
Stormcloaks... fighters for the rebellion.
Couldn't help but think the rebellion was doomed since their leader and half
the best fighters were captured in the ambush at the border.
They'd also caught me--not that I was hiding. Not from them, anyway. I was just
in the wrong place at the wrong time. And now my hands were tied up, my feet
were squishing in what I hoped was dirt, and my butt was squelching on a soaked
rag.
The tentacles in my guts were more agitated the usual. They were squirming
around, occasionally poking out my ass then quickly withdrawing inside. I
guessed they didn't like the cart or the sack cloth any more than I did. It was
possible they just enjoyed rimming me--they were certainly perverse enough--but
generally when they were trying to arouse me they didn't seem so... hesitant.
Not that it mattered, I was already half out of my mind from horniness. I had
been experiencing a surging tingle in all my erogenous areas for the last
couple days and had woke this morning with an erection that refused to abate. I
knew the signs, I was close to going into "heat". If I didn't get some relief--
of the sexual kind--soon I would go mad with lust.
I called it the "swelling". Boobs and balls both gradually grew to enormous
sizes and my dick would stay erect. During the later stages, my dick would grow
as well: longer and thicker. Masturbating was usually no relief... it took sex
to reverse the swelling. Everything got so sensitive too. When deep into the
swelling, it wouldn't take much to set me off.
This was too soon though. It usually took a month of abstinence before it got
this bad. It had only been a couple days since I had escaped from those
bandits. Though now I wonder if I had actually escaped--it certainly seemed
convenient that my escape route lead me right into an Imperial guard unit. They
were probably laughing their asses off. Probably assumed the Imperials would
toss me into a jail where I'd get raped by the other prisoners. Not that I
would mind that too much at the moment....
But if what I had overheard from the guards was true it wouldn't make any
difference. I would soon be dead.
I glanced around trying to get my bearings while trying not to stare too much.
The thief and a couple Stormcloaks were in the cart with me. The thief was
nattering on about how she shouldn't be here since this was obviously a
military thing. The Stormcloaks were facing the ride with a grim stoicism. That
might be redundant, but really evoked their attitude. Not that one of them
could say much, she was gagged as well as bound. Not just with cloth, either,
someone had fixed some kind of complicated leather thing across her face. I was
a bit fascinated by it--I had heard of things like that but never seen one.
From what I could tell, that one was actually the leader of the rebels. Must be
some kind of mage if they were keeping her from talking. Name was Ulkric?
Elrick? Uckruck? Eh, I was horrible with names. Nords sure had harsh-sounding
names.
"Oh, shut up," the other one--Rulolf? Ralluph?--finally said. "The pregnant
girl is handling this better than you."
The thief looked at me then quickly looked away. At least she was quiet for a
few minutes.
I wasn't actually pregnant--at least, I didn't think I was--but was pretending
to be. I had initially figured it would get me a little sympathy and had even
prepared a sob-fest of a story about being an escaped sex slave. Well, that
part was somewhat true anyway.
It hadn't mattered. The Imperials didn't even give me a chance to explain
anything, just loaded me into the cart with the others. There had been a rough
efficiency to it all and plenty of apologetic looks. They might not like taking
a pregnant girl to jail--or worse?--but they weren't going to disobey orders.
They had shown some kindness by binding my hands in front, helping me into the
cart, and the sack-cloth cushion. Looked like that was going to be the extent
to any leniency. "You can talk to the Captain," was the only response to my
protests.
My bound hands cupped my "belly". The plain leather tunic did bulge out at my
waist, but that was from my swollen balls. I had pulled them up, using some
cloth to keep them from falling down. Between their size, the ill-fitting
tunic, and a bit of hunching over, I did look a few months into pregnancy. My
belly actually was swollen from all the jizz my previous captors had forced
into me. My breasts hadn't grown very large yet, but they were a solid presence
higher up.
I was starting to regret my disguise. I had to keep my shoulders hunched
forward, my chin down, and body a little curved to hide my erection. My balls
were hot against the lower half of the shaft while my boobs were rubbing the
upper part. I could feel streams of pre-cum oozing out of it--the damned thing
was more than happy to treat every bounce imparted into the surrounding parts
by the jouncing cart as caresses. I was inadvertently giving my cock a boob job
I'd be proud of in other circumstances.
If this damned cart didn't stop soon I was going to shoot a load all over
myself.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time.... I knew Skyrim treated the
futanari plague different from the rest of Tamriel. I wouldn't have hid it if
it hadn't been for that weirdness back in the bandit fortress. My dick had
turned from an admittedly large but otherwise normal phallus to one just like a
horse's. The bandits had been more than a little freaked out by that--one of
them claiming I must be some sort of witch or in league with the hags (whatever
they were).
Come to think of it, the accuser had been their previous favorite sex toy. And
she had been the one to suggest they make me suck off all their stallions. That
bitch must have slipped something in my food. Clues started falling into place
as I thought about it. Holy crap, she was also the one that said my changed
dick might be contagious. She had said since I had a horse's dick, I must be a
mare so I was only good for horses.
They had stopped fucking me after that. They tied me to a barrel and started
letting the horses fuck me. The tentacles loved that... they milked those
horses for every ounce of their jism. My guts were so full of horse cum I could
smell it when I burped. I hadn't had to eat since I escaped.
I wondered if that was why the swelling was happening so quickly... all that
horse cum and whatever drug or curse that bitch had hit me with.
I sure was thinking a lot... more than usual, I guess. A hellish cart ride to a
probable execution could do that, I suppose.
I had to do something to distract myself from my body... and the bodies of
those around me. That thief might stink, but she had a taut, lean body that I
would love to shove my dick into... The Stormcloaks were rougher, much more
blocky and muscular, but they weren't bad looking. The non-gagged one was
actually rather pretty, if a bit dirty. Her short blond hair really set off her
eyes and her lean shoulders. The older one, the leader, looked like she'd been
fighting a long time... nose broken multiple times and a couple scars. But also
under that leather armor what looked to be a pair of huge tits atop a muscular,
yet voluptuous body.
I could also tell that they were all getting erections. It was my scent,
working its way into them. It was disguised by the general stench of the cart,
but it wouldn't take long before they noticed and started wondering why
everything nearby with a cock was getting erect. Even a couple of the horses
were starting to sport erections.
The cart hit a pothole with one wheel, a rock with the other, and tilted
crazily. The driver cursed, the horse pulling it whinnied, and the contents--
us--swerved about wildly. The other prisoners had their hands tied to the sides
of the cart so they didn't move much, but I was thrown to the opposite corner.
My face ended up in the blonde's thighs. It wasn't an unpleasant sight.
When the Oblivion Blight was running amok in Tamriel, laws were passed
forbidding women from covering their groins to make it easier to see who was
infested by a daedric-tainted pussy. The mages of the Arcane University
countered the Blight eventually, but their answer turned into another curse...
the Futanari Plague. Generations later, most of Tamriel had dropped, abolished,
or just ignored those laws. The contrary Nords of Skyrim had embraced them. It
had become customary for women to be covered as little as possible, with skirts
so short as to be barely decoration and pants vanishing nearly altogether. Tops
were just as revealing, with general wear being something that one would
normally not see north of the tropics. Between the Nords' innate resistance to
cold and the new "warmth" charms developed by the wizards at Winterhold
exposure became fashion.
Which meant that this northern warrior was going commando and I was eye to eye
with her partial erection. I wondered if I drank her sperm if my cock would
return to normal? I hadn't had anything but horse jizz in a week now. Well, if
we were all going to die anyway, might as well let her die happy.
So much for distracting myself.
I tilted my head up at her, smiled, then parted my lips and sucked her in.
Everyone in the cart was more than a little surprised--which I admit gave me a
thrill. Or an added thrill... I enjoyed sex, I always had, and wasn't too
particular about the source. Which had gotten me in a lot of trouble over the
last couple years.
"What--you don't have to--oh great Talos! She gives great head!"
Swirling my tongue around her cock, I pushed my face all the way into her
crotch, sucking her down my throat. I pushed her knees apart with my shoulders
to make sure I could get its complete length. I felt a couple of thinner
tentacles squirm their way up my throat and curl around it. Pulsing and
wiggling, they joined my throat in massaging her length. One curled around her
cock head, tickling the end, before slipping inside.
"Gur... gah! She's.... Talos!" the blonde gasped out. Her hips bucked against
my face, jerking uncontrollably. My long tongue slipped out my mouth and
slithered across her ball sack. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and, with
a tentacle's help slurped a ball into my mouth, sucking hard and tonguing it.
I could feel her squirming from my assault, her body was flexing as she tried
to force her cock further into my throat. She had stopped trying to speak, only
grunting and groaning. I let that ball out and switched to the other as my
throat and tentacles pulled and squeezed her cock. I had face-fucked myself, I
knew what she was feeling... and how to bring the sensations to unbearable
levels.
It didn't take long, maybe a minute, before she was exploding down my throat.
The tentacle down her urethra increased the force of her ejaculation, I could
easily feel it spraying in my throat. It rushed around the tentacles straight
to my stomach, wad after wad of it. When she finally started to slow I release
her balls and reached behind them with my tongue to squirm it against her clit.
A few moments and she was groaning from the extended orgasm. The tentacle in
her dick teased her testicles from the inside, forcing every bit of her seed
out of her balls.
On my knees, leaned over, and rocking from her thrusts against my face, my
horse-cock was being assaulted from all sides by tits and balls. I was milking
myself at the same time I sucked her inside. I had been on the edge for some
time so it didn't take long for my balls to start spasming and my cock to erupt
inside my clothes. At least in this position the streams of cum were trapped
inside. I shuddered and moaned around her cock, delighting in her response to
realizing I had come--let her think it was her dick that had done it.
I didn't release her until I was sure she was completely drained and my
tentacles had withdrawn. Her softening dick slipped out of my mouth, bright red
from the pressure I had put on it. I knew her dick and balls would ache for
days--I had shown her no mercy--if it weren't for the coming execution.
I carefully squirmed my way back to my seat. My own jizz was running down the
inside of my tunic, spreading across my tits and balls, but was for the moment
trapped inside. My own penis was still hard, but didn't have that same level of
orgasmic pressure it had a few minutes ago. My pussy and ass, though, were
letting me know they had missed out on the action. I knew if it hadn't been for
the angle, Lokir would have had quite a view of my soaked panties.
I wasn't sure how much of the Stormcloak's cum I had sucked out of her, but my
stomach was still so packed with horse cum that I couldn't force it all down. I
felt a generous amount flow back into my mouth. One of the tentacles distracted
me by rubbing jizz around the walls of my throat. It was an odd sensation. I
think it was painting a mural. Not too bad tasting, I decided.
The rebel I had sucked off was laying listlessly on the bench, head tilted back
and chest heaving as she gasped for breath. I was rather pleased by the result.
My own breathing was a little heavy, but hardly roughened by the experience. I
had discovered long ago that I didn't need breathe when my throat was full--or
when swimming. The leader looked from her follower to me, and I realized I was
being appraised in a way that wasn't sexually motivated. Well, not primarily
sexually. Not a look that I was used to.
"Holy crap," the horse thief laughed. "No wonder the little bitch is preg--
" Timing it carefully, I spit the cum had pooled in my mouth at Lokir. It
splashed across her open lips and most went right into her mouth. She coughed
and spat, doubling over from surprise. I heard an odd noise from one side.
Ulterick was laughing, the gag turning the guffaws to something strange and
beastly.
Behind us, one of the Imperials was laughing as well. She rode closer, "as
funny as it would be for you to suck and fuck them all," she told me, "I'd
appreciated it if you would at least try to stick to your seat."
The cart gave another huge lurch, almost throwing me out of the back. I
actually bumped against the horse's flank before falling back inside. "Yeah...
well, try..."
She spurred the horse forward and reached over to slap out driver on the
shoulder. "Hey! You don't get points for hitting every pot hole and rock on the
road! Keep the prisoners in the fucking cart!"
Our driver muttered something under her breath, but the ride did smooth out a
bit. Not much. Another thing that didn't matter... a bit of a turn and the
gates to the fort were before us. We had arrived.
                                       #
                              ***** Helgen *****
 
It wasn't much as fortresses go. It did have the advantage of sitting squarely
on the road in the only valley that gave easy access to the South... or, more
properly said I guess, easy access to the North. It was filled mostly with
Imperial soldiers with only a few civilians. Those were mostly hanging back to
see what happened.
At least it was cobbled in the courtyard. The cart settled down to an almost
comfortable ride. From the looks of it, this was going to only be a minute
before our journey ended. Small comfort.
My arm twitched. Was there a bug crawling on me? I looked there, but could see
nothing on my bare arm but a few beads of sweat. The sensation was still there,
but much diminished. An tingling. A familiar sensation... like the tingling in
my lips after a long, passionate kiss. It wasn't just my arm, I realized. I
could feel it in other places as well.
It was then I realized I had been feeling... this... for a while. The motion of
the cart and my urgent need to orgasm had been covering it. What the hell was
it? Another gift from Skyrim? Something left over from the horse-cock curse?
No, I mused... it was something else.
I was so distracted that I almost missed the order to get out of the cart. The
Imperial from before helped me down, which I needed at the moment. My legs were
more wobbly than I expected.
Now that I was standing, everyone in the courtyard towered over me. Most of the
people were Nords and Nord women are tall. My eyes were level with the
underside of the helpful guard's breasts. "I'm going to try and talk again to
the Captain," she murmured to me. "Maybe get you out of this... just don't do
anything stupid."
I gave her a helpless shrug. If I were capable of avoiding stupid, I wouldn't
be in this mess.
She walked over to a woman that must be the Captain. If rank hath its
privileges, in Skyrim it meant armor that looked more like a bikini. Well, sans
bottoms. I could easily see her toned body, more accented by the sections of
metal and leather than protected. Her dick was rather nice, I noticed. I had
the feeling I'd be seeing a lot of them. Further south, people tended to wear
very short skirts, but the fashion was to have a length that just barely
covered ones schlong. Looking around, it was easily the opposite here... show
it all.
The tentacles in my belly swirled around, restless. One of them went so far as
to slither several inches out of my bottom, as if testing the air. With a faint
slurping noise it slid back in, my ass flexing around it. My dick jerked a
couple times as I felt a little shiver run through me. My nipples, which had
relaxed a little after the orgasm earlier, perked back up like eager thumbs. I
had the feeling that they weren't going down any time soon.
I caught my lip in my teeth, chewing nervously. I was on edge and didn't know
why.... Sure, I was about to be executed. But that should be depressing me, not
leaving me in a heightened state of arousal. That tingling sensation pulsed, so
strongly it almost caused me to fall to my knees. I barely suppressed a gasp.
My lower lips flushed with my sudden arousal.
Then after a few moments it rapidly faded away, leaving little but a new surge
of wetness in my panties.
Distracted, I missed the conversation between the soldier and the Captain. It
didn't bode well for me since I did hear her say, "Just call out their names,
Hadvar."
"Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm. Ralof." The two women walked to stand in
a line with the others near the chopping block.
"Lokir of Fal--" not surprisingly, Lokir tried to make a run for it. The
soldiers didn't even try to catch her. The Captain just called out, "Archers!"
A few seconds later, Lokir was laying on the ground with an arrow through her
neck.
I whimpered. Those around me probably thought it was in fear... I almost wish
it was. Instead, I was thinking of how much I wanted to plunge my cock deep
into that woman. What was wrong with me? Sure, I was usually pretty eager for
sex.... But since the morning, I was almost mad with it.
Even diving on Ralof's dick earlier wasn't like me... sure I had found a
reason, but that was almost after the fact.
"So, anyone else want to... protest?" the Captain asked with mocking
politeness. "No? Good. Next!"
Hadvar gestured me closer. "She isn't on the list, Captain." She gestured at
warrants she was holding. "No teenage girls, pregnant or otherwise."
"Not much choice," she said. "General Tullius--you remember her?--was very...
clear...." her voice trailed off. I could smell her dick rising. I'm not sure
how, and am not sure if smell was the right word, but I knew it was. And I knew
it was because of me.
I didn't dare look down, instead I kept my gaze on her, licking my lips. I
realized that the only people paying attention to me at the moment were the
Captain and Hadvar, with everyone else staring at the General and Ulrick--errr,
Ulfric. The General was busy reading out a list of crimes and grievances.
I could feel a surging pressure inside me. It was similar to a growing
erection, but it wasn't blood moving inside me.... It was something else. I
realized I had lowered my hands, my fingers inside my panties to gather up the
copious wetness there. Still looking into her eyes, I slid my fingers over her
cock. I could feel it throbbing in my grasp. "How about executing me later," I
whispered. "in the... morning."
Hadvar had frozen, being careful not to look at the two of us. She was giving
me a chance to save my life. The Captain moved her hand, started to push me
away, but her gesture slowed. "You smell like horses," she murmured.
"It's their cum," I told her softly. "The bandits that kept me prisoner....
They tied me in a stall and made me suck off their horses. At first." As I
talked, I continued to rub her dick, massaging it with slightly stronger
pressure with each stroke. Somehow I knew what to tell her. No, not quite. I
knew what she would like to hear... what would make me more attractive to her.
If her dick's reaction was an indicator, she really liked to hear this.
"Then they started putting their dicks in me," I continued. "I'm not pregnant.
I'm just so... completely... stuffed with their cum." As if helping, a tentacle
pushed a glob of horse cum out my ass. The scent of it grew stronger around us
as it drooled down to the ground between my legs.
The tingling had grown into a throbbing. It rose and tapered every few seconds,
like my balance if I walked really slow. Something was close. I was sure of it.
Like an orgasm, but different. At the same time, I could tell just a touch or
two would be enough to cause me to climax.
"I don't want to die full of horse cum," I told her. "I need someone to... get
it out... So much hot, thick, horse cum." My hands were moving a little faster.
She was breathing harder and her skin was starting to bead with sweat. She was
close. My hands slowed down. I didn't want her to come, I wanted her to want
to.
"Yes... Yes, I think we can... wait for--"
"What was that?" Hadvar interrupted. She wasn't looking at us, she was looking
up past the tower.
Damn it! I started stroking the Captain's cock again, trying to get her to
focus on me. It was too late, though. Whatever delicate spell of lust was
forming was already broken. She stepped away, keeping herself turned so the
rest of the courtyard wouldn't notice her raging shaft.
"Never mind." She gave a cough, clearing her voice. "Hadvar, find out her name
then send her to the--"
"There it is again," Hadvar stepped to one side, raising the papers to shield
her eyes as she looked upwards. I realized, right before Hadvar asked about the
noise the throbbing sensation was strongest.
By the Eight... the throbbing was coming from outside me. I was reacting to
something!
A something that was getting closer....
The Captain was walking away now. Her dick was already drooping and her bearing
just dared anyone to comment. No one did.
"What's your name, girl?" Hadvar asked me.
We were both looking at the sky. The throbbing was growing stronger, clouding
my hearing as my lips, nipples, and other places began to tingle. "Ginger," I
replied absently.
"Huh. You're named after the spice? What kind of name is that?"
"My Grandmum's." I had heard the question, or a variation, often. The response
was automatic. Even so my reply was half a moan as the throbbing surged within
me. I felt myself lifted to my tiptoes by it, close to hovering in the air as
something swept through me from deep within the ground to the clouds above.
There was an intense sensation, something snapping inside me, and I felt an
intense relief. As I half floated back to solid ground, I realized I had also
burst into orgasm--a silent but still intense one. My cock was emptying out a
load between my tits, my pussy and ass were spasming and throbbing, and the
tentacles were churning. More horse jism slithered out my ass to slowly drool
down my legs.
It felt like it took minutes but must have only been a pair of seconds. Hadvar
was continuing her questions. "Age?"
"Twelve," I mumbled.
"What?"
"I'm tall for my age." Another rote response. One that usually left people
puzzled.
"Um... okay. Did those bandits really...?"
"Are you going to write that down too?"
"No. Okay... place of origin?"
"Fatewind."
"I've never heard of it," she said as she noted it down.
"Most people haven't."
While we talked, the other rebels had been processed by another of the
Imperials. The throbbing had decreased. Whatever it was had moved away... but I
could tell it wasn't gone. I could also tell it was moving... was it circling?
I glanced at Hadvar. She was still alert, but hadn't said anything about a
noise.
"You have to get in line," she prompted. A little sadly. "Ginger from
Fatewind."
I never really thought I was very convincing in my disguised pregnancy, but I
was so wobbly for the few steps to my place in line that I think I nailed it.
Maybe they'd give me an ovation after my head was lopped off.
"Oh, get it on with already, ye bloody Imperial bastards!" One of the
Stormcloak rebels marched to the chopping block. "Getting me head lopped off is
better than listening to that windbag flap her lips!"
She shrugged off the offer of benediction from the priestess. Oh. I just now
noticed her. She was gorgeous. So beautiful I at first thought she was a
follower of Dibella. But no, the symbol on her pendant was Arkay. Watching her
graceful sway as she walked away was enough to almost let me forget the
position I was in. Almost.
The Captain pushed the kneeling woman down with one foot, holding her still as
the headswoman swung the ax. Well, if she was going to do that for everyone,
maybe I had a last, remote chance.
A head rolled into the basket. I wondered about the lack of blood, then
realized the ax had a fire enchantment to cauterize the cut. How tidy.
The guard behind me, I noticed it wasn't Hadvar, gave me a little push. I was
next? What the fuck? Kill the important people first, you bastards!
I sighed and wobbled forward. My fingers were busy at the edge of my panties...
it took some work, but I managed to loosen them, then snap the little string. I
really liked those panties, they were so sexy. But they needed to be sacrificed
for the cause.
Oh. The throbbing was growing again. Its cause was coming closer.
"There's that noise again," Hadvar exclaimed.
"Ignore it and carry on," the General responded laconically. I noticed she was
glancing at some Thalmor to one side. They were dressed in pristine robes and
shining armor. Nobility to watch the executions, I guessed.
They had pushed the first body out of the way by the time I got there. I eyed
the flagstone before the chopping block. "Least you could do is put a pillow
there," I heard myself grouse.
So much for a sexy presentation.
"Get down," the Captain stated, her strong hand at my shoulder. I realized she
was both pushing me down and keeping me from falling over. I also sensed her
penis was filling again as she breathed in the scents wreathed about me. Horses
and strength... she might have been fun if she weren't intending to kill me.
"Could you move my hair around?" I asked her quietly as I knelt before the
block. "I don't want my hair cut..." I was grasping for time, but it was also
true. I might have my hair in a rough pony tail, but I was really proud of it.
It was a rare color and thick and luxur--yeah, grasping for time.
She roughly pushed my hair over one shoulder. At least she did it. A glimmer of
hope. She then stepped back and placed one knee on my back and put her weight
behind it, shoving me down. I moaned as the position forced my engorged balls
to push into my bloated belly. And moaned again as the pressure forced a long,
slimy drool of horse jizz out my ass. I had taken careful note earlier when the
first prisoner was executed. The only person with a clear view was the Captain,
and she blocked the view of my spurting ass from the General, dignitaries, and
most of the prisoners.
I panted softly as I counted my breaths. The headswoman was ready but hadn't
swung yet. I could feel the Captain staring at the jism that was sliding down
my crack. I could also feel the surging throb of sensation rising.
"General... it occurs to me this girl isn't wanted for any crimes." Yes! Hope!
"She was found at the border, Captain."
"True... but for the sake of accurate records, we could throw her in a cell
while we write up the papers." Her foot pushed at me again, causing another
moan... and another spurt of goo from my butt. I had a chance....
"Speak plainly, Captain." I could tell the General was closer. So was...
whatever it was. My body was about to throb its way to another climax soon.
"Are you arguing with me over a piece of tail?"
"An exceptionally fine tail, sir. But if you look, you'll see its been well
used. I'd rather not stick my dick in her." Err... what? "Hey!" I moaned. She
pushed harder with her boot. Out came more jism.
"Is that... never mind," said the General.
"She claims she spent the last week being horse raped by some bandits," the
Captain told her. "I doubt it they were proper Skyim stallions, though. I'm
pretty sure mine would split her in half.... I'd really like to see it,
General. And it would satisfy her death sentence."
"You... and your hobbies, Captain." She was silent a moment. "Very well."
I barely heard them speaking. I would otherwise had been pleased that my plan
had, sort of, worked. Not that I would ever know for sure.
Because then the fucking dragon arrived.
It blew into the little keep like rage incarnate. There was a roaring sound
that flattened me to the ground. A blast of heat rolled over the courtyard and
the screaming started. There was a sound like armor being ripped apart.
I was screaming too, but it wasn't from pain. I was barely aware of what was
happening... only that my body was somehow pressed completely flat on the
ground and at the same time jerking and shuddering through the air. I was
flying and still. I was water and rock. I was sated. And empty.
I was alive.
The dragon beat its wings, flowing into the air like solid smoke. Each slam of
air from its wings caused my cunt to spasm. Each roar from its throat forced a
gob of sperm from my dick. Each blast of fire pinched my nipples and clitoris
like an enthusiastic lover.
One of the Stormcloaks was yelling at me. The others were running for cover.
The Imperials were firing bows and yelling orders to each other. The place as a
mess. Perfect time to stand up and run away.
Perfect time.
I couldn't move.
Fucking dragon.
                                       #
                            ***** The Escape *****
 
"Girl! Lass! Get up!"
I looked at the Stormcloak blankly. Plastered across the chopping block, I
couldn't see above her waist. I recognized the dick though. It was the one I
had sucked like a crazed animal earlier. She was trying to save my life? How
nice.
The dragon soared into the air, as it lifted off it felt like a vast pressure
released me. I barely felt like I was moving, but I was suddenly off the
block... I felt like the pinnacle of grace and beauty.
I'm sure anyone else saw a drunken sot wobbling to her feet.
I realized I had to time my movements with the dragon's. This was going to be
interesting.
It was only a dozen yards to the tower where the Stormcloaks were sheltering
but it felt like a mile. And like a single step. This was surreal and
confusing. I was both stumbling deliriously and skipping carelessly. During a
skip and a turn I saw the Captain. One side of her body was covered with the
slimy jizz that had been blasted from my guts when the dragon arrived. She was
spinning in a circle, struggling with a snake-like tentacle that was forcing
itself into her ass. Guess it wasn't just jizz that had been forced out.
I was giggling so hard that I when ran into the tower I forgot to slow down and
almost slammed into the wall. The surrounding stone seemed to insulate me from
the dragon's presence a little. Or maybe it was just on the other side of the
mountain or something. I had a few moments of coherency.
My whole body ached, like I had just ran a marathon or fallen off a cliff. My
tentacles were almost still... barely moving inside my guts. Maybe they were as
surprised as I to still be alive. I was covered in cum, both my own and from my
now empty guts, with gobs and runnels of it flowing down my legs. There was a
trail of it from the tower back to the block... but most of it was already
burnt and dried by the blasts of fire.
Still, I was a mess. But at least my balls were back to normal size. My tits
had expressed their mixture of milkjizz as well. I stood there dripping and
gave a weak smile to the room.
I suddenly realized I had walked--danced?--through fire at least twice. I
turned and twisted, looking for burns, but only saw... dried patches of fluids
flaking off my skin. My tunic was scorched in places, but had clear areas which
flaked away... dried cum. What the heck?
Some kind of protection magick?
Ulfric was in the little room, talking to Rolof. As I looked up from examining
myself, I noticed Ulfric's eyes. She had noticed as well. Hell, she'd probably
seen me skip through the fire. "...don't burn down villages," she replied to
Rolof.
"We need to get out of here," someone was saying. "Head up the tower, find a
way to the back wall."
I glanced at the stairs. Well, up was better than the courtyard, I guess. I
started climbing. I could still feel the dragon, but the throbbing was less
urgent. Was the last day of strangeness caused by it? I was beginning to
suspect so.
"Stairs are blocked," a Stormcloak in front of me reported. There was a pile of
rubble beyond her. I was about to turn back when the tower shook, a minor
orgasm tickled my senses, and the wall burst apart. The Stormcloak flew off the
stairs and tumbled to the ground. I could see the dragon's head through the
hole it had made. I realized it said something, a pair of words, and fire burst
into the tower. I saw its eye, staring at me, as flames wreathed around my
legs. The slick jizz dried and flaked, leaving my legs bare and unharmed.
The dragon had noticed me in the courtyard. This was it testing me. Its lips
curled back, showing fangs as long as my arms. The warning was clear. There was
more than one way it could kill me.
The tower shook as its wings beat air against the walls. It was gone.
"Well... fuck," I whispered.
Rolof squeezed past me. Her bulk cast a shadow into the room as she cautiously
peeked out the hole. "Looks like it's circling again... now's your chance." She
pointed to one side. "Make for the roof over there, then across.... We'll meet
you once we get the wounded situated."
"Uh... okay...?" I was a bit dazed. She grabbed me by the shoulders,
effortlessly lifting me into the edge of the hole. "There," she pointed.
Without thinking I jumped... and soared through the air at least three times
further than I should. While in the air I felt so... light. As soon as I landed
my weight was normal again and I scrambled for purchase on the thatch. I caught
my bearings then scrambled across the roof to the edge. I was at the very top
of the roof, with a drop of at least twenty feet.
I sucked in my breath and hopped off.
I didn't exactly float down. I didn't land gracefully. But I did land...
easily. Nothing broke, anyway.
I broke into a smile... which was quickly squashed by a roar. The dragon was
still here. In fact it was... right over there. I could feel its presence
like.... Like.... I'm not sure what. I just knew.
I glanced around. The initial shock of the dragon's arrival was fading. The
Imperials were starting to organize. I could see arrows flying towards the
dragon as well as mage fire and ice bolts. It was mostly ignoring them... in
fact, it seemed more intent on leveling Helgen to the ground.
"Hey girl! This way!" I blinked and looked toward the voice. It was Hadvar. She
was shouting at a young girl that was trying to move a fallen woman. I vaguely
recalled the two from when we first entered the keep. "Go!" cried the woman,
pushing the girl, "do what the guard says!"
The girl stumbled and ran to Hadvar. She grabbed the girl then turned and ran
to one side just as the dragon arrived. Again I heard words that caused a
tremor in my bones and fire blew through the area. The woman was killed... but
at least the girl didn't see it.
Hadvar handed the girl over to another woman, telling her something, before
looking at me. She seemed surprised for a moment, then shook her head. I
shrugged. Nothing much to say.
"Ginger... Better follow me if you want to live."
Well, I did. So I did.
We dashed across the courtyard heading to a gap between two walls. "Stay close
to the wall," she yelled at me.
What about those two? I thought, glancing behind. Looked like they were
sheltering in an already-wrecked part of the keep. Maybe the dragon would leave
them alone. It seemed like a good tactic. Why weren't we doing it?
I barely stopped in time as the dragon slammed into the top of the wall, spun
about, and hurled fire and stone through the air. Then a slam of air from its
wings and it was gone again. I saw a couple arrows and a few scorch marks on
its flanks but they seemed pitifully few compared to its size.
I wasn't sure what was going on with Hadvar... she seemed intent on rescuing me
rather than helping fight the dragon. Maybe she was trying to make up for that
whole "get you executed" thing. Or maybe she figured fighting the dragon was
suicide so she might as well rescue people. Probably made her the smartest
Legionnaire in the bunch.
We passed through the outer courtyard and I got to see the Imperial mages being
ineffective. The General and a bunch of guards were there as well. I'm sure if
she saw my rude gesture she would have stopped shouting at the Imperials long
enough to order my re-execution.
"General!" Hadvar called out.
"Retreat to the keep," the General ordered. "Tell everyone you see.... The keep
was built back when dragons were around. Maybe it's strong enough!"
Huh. Maybe that was why the dragon was attacking. It might remember this place.
We ducked through an archway and into the inner courtyard. The double doors to
the keep were to one side. The other had a high wall with brave or suicidal
archers trying to shoot holes in the dragon. Hadvar ran past the doors toward a
corner, gesturing at me to follow. Rolof was there too--how the heck did she
get there first?--gesturing at me as well.
The two stopped a moment, glaring at each other, before something passed
between them. I had the sense they were putting survival above a futile fight.
"Follow me, girl," shouted Hadvar.
"This way, I can get those ropes off you!" yelled Rolof.
Well... I was tired of having my arms tied. And I could feel the dragon flying
in Hadvar's direction. I ran to Rolof simply because she was pushing open the
keep doors.
There was more to it though... I could feel a hunger growing in me. It wasn't
from my stomach, it was something new. I just had the feeling that it could be
quenched inside the keep.
                                       #
                             ***** The Keep *****
 
A short hallway through the considerably thick walls of the keep lead to a
large, round room. Rolof ran in and looked around, then checked the body of a
fallen Stormcloak. "Come here," she said thickly. "I'll get those bindings off
of you and then you can take what you need from Gunjar. She doesn't need it any
longer."
I eyed the large Nord on the ground. Glanced down at myself--and idly noted I
could see my perky nipples down the now-loose tunic--before glancing at Rolof
again. The difference in size between the fallen rebel and myself suddenly
obvious. "Take something at least," she said. "Gunjar's spirit would be pleased
if some use were found from her belongings. Especially if you manage to use
them against an Imperial," she chuckled.
She turned away and started examining the doors leading out as I crouched down
and checked Gunjar's body. An ax that I could barely lift, let alone use, boots
and armor that wouldn't possibly fit, and in a satchel a... what the heck? It
was a child-sized Stormcloak shirt. It would be tight, but should fit me.
Mostly. At least it didn't have Gunjar's blood on it.
I grunted an acknowledgment of Rolof's discovery the gate was locked. I shucked
off my old tunic and used a section of Gunjar's cloak to wipe off the smears of
cum... then stopped. Some of the smears weren't moving. In fact, they looked
permanent. Rub rub. They were painted on? Tattoos? I would have to look closer
later. I squirmed into the uniform, discovering it sheathed me like a glove. I
wondered about the age of the girl it had been meant for... it left most of my
ass uncovered and the blue tassel in front accented more than covered my
attributes.
"This is can only be opened from the other side," Rolof announced at the other
exit. She leaned against the thick bars, peering. "Some kind of lever...
Imperials!" she hissed. "Take cover!"
I would like to say that I was of help to Rolof... that I struck at an
opportune time, disabled the enemy, and won our way to victory. None of that.
The Captain and a soldier burst into the room as soon as the portcullis bars
rose. The guard attacked Rolof while the Captain rushed me. She was ignoring
Rolof to attack me? What was wrong with... oh, yeah.
"You little bitch!" she yelled. "I don't know what the fuck went up my ass, but
you're going to die for it!" I ran. There wasn't far to go, but I was fast and
since the room was circular she couldn't trap me in a corner. "I'm going to rip
out your spine and use it to fish this thing out!" We ran in circles, passing
Rolof and the other Legionnaire twice.
"I don't think that's practical," I responded. Shit, she was mad. "It lives on
semen," I told her, jumping over the little table. My new found jumping ability
was keeping me well out of her reach. "Lots of anal sex and it'll be happy!"
"Fuck you! I'm going to an--" she passed too close to Rolof who took the
opportunity to slash her with a sword. The wound broke through her anger and
the Captain turned to attack Rolof while I leaned against the wall and caught
my breath. The fight was surprisingly short... The enraged Captain was in a bad
position and Rolof's two swords swirled about, deflecting her opponents' swings
toward each other. The guard lurched back, narrowly avoiding being skewered by
the Captain who was continuing her lunge. A side step and a sudden lunge and
both were skewered while still off balance.
Holy crap.
"Check the bodies," Rolof told me, "I'm going to check for more."
I didn't take long to search them, they didn't have much. The Captain, not
surprisingly, had some horse tack. The guard a few gold. And of course, both
had plenty of weapons I had no ability to use. I was tempted to strip the guard
of her uniform, that deep plunging neckline was really sexy. I didn't think
Rolof would appreciate me dressed as a Legionnaire though. She was back just as
I finished. "No more Imperials," she noted. "Did you find anything that would
open that gate?"
I tossed her the key I found on the Captain. "Go on," I told her. "There's
something I need to do."
She gave me a puzzled look, but started toward the gate. "Don't take too long,
we won't wait up for you."
"I'll be quick," I replied as she opened the door. "Just need to ask the
Captain here a couple things before she goes to the next world."
Rolof stopped a moment, momentarily wreathed in shadows. I couldn't see her
expression. She shrugged and went on.
I smiled down at the Captain. She was panting, but there was a gray tinge to
her skin and her eyes were half glassy. She wasn't going to last long. "If you
had asked nice," I told her, "I would have taken it out... but since I'm so
nice I'm going to help anyway." I stripped off the shirt and tossed it to one
side, completely naked.
I showed her my horse phallus. While not as large as a horse's, it was still
huge compared to my petite body. Even through her pain her eyes widened. "A
present from those bandits," I said. "The same ones you ignored while chasing
Stormcloaks. But don't worry, I'm not going to fuck you with it."
She looked confused as I moved over her. I kept my thighs spread so she could
easily see the tentacles slithering out of my ass. Some circled her flaccid
cock and balls, others dived for her pussy and feminine urethra. The rest
searched for her asshole. She grunted as her holes were invaded. I shivered and
moaned... I could feel everything the tentacles could. It was like I was
penetrating her a dozen times. My cock jerked and spasmed as my nipples swelled
erect from the pleasure.
"Oh," I gasped. "I think I will fuck you with it..." I forced the arm that was
holding her side shut away then shoved my cock into her wound. The Captain lost
her composure, her shrill scream echoing in the room. I hoped Gunjar's ghost
would be pleased. The tentacles playing with her penis did their magic, forcing
the thing erect. With a shuddering moan I lowered myself on it, its pressure
adding to the tentacles in my suckling anus.
I fucked her with the same mercy she had shown me. Perhaps it was spiteful. But
something inside me seemed to relax as I plowed into her. I had come close to
raping a couple times in my life while mad with the lust of the swelling, but
this was the first time it was a conscious decision. I discovered that while I
enjoyed the sensations I didn't enjoy the act. Which caused something else to
relax... it was a relief to know I preferred willing partners.
No. That wasn't quite it. I preferred partners I liked. What would that mean if
someone I liked didn't like me? I would have to deal with that when the time
came.
Her screams tapered off but her hips were jerking weakly. I was tearing her
side apart with my dick and her blood was flowing out of her, but her cock
stayed hard inside me.... Finally she came, jets of her semen swallowed up by
my ass as the tentacles crushed her balls, squeezing out every drop.
I felt the tentacle that had invaded her returning to me. My eyes widened as I
felt something flowing into me... some part of her. That was new.
I also noticed that the room was a bit brighter. I stood up, looking at my arms
and legs, my breasts. The markings on them were glowing, casting a soft
radiance in the room. This day was turning full of surprises.
Speaking of which, the Captain was still alive. Huh. "You're one tough bitch,"
I complimented her. I honestly thought about leaving and letting fate have
her... but the part of her I seemed to have stolen told me if she survived she
would stop at nothing to hunt me down. Well... damn.
What to do? What to do... I didn't feel like fucking her ass or pussy. I just
didn't like her that much. Then I remembered one of her belongings, a silver
bit piece.
I took it and wedged it into the side of her mouth. She tried to resist but I
used my weight to force her jaw, almost breaking it, before pushing the metal
home. Then it was a matter of tilting her head back to aim my dick at her
gaping mouth. My horse cock slid in with less resistance than I thought--
perhaps it was because she was so close to death. I watched her neck bulge with
its thickness as I plowed into her. I slammed into her body, over and over
again, drilling my way down her throat. I unclipped her shoulder guards,
letting them fall to the floor, and released her tits from the metal bra cups
of her 'armor'.
I really enjoyed watching boobs wobble and bounce... and she had pretty nice
ones. I could feel her sucking hard at my horse phallus as she tried to draw in
breath... each time growing weaker as I continued filling her throat. I felt
tentacles sliding out my ass, then the additional penetrations as they invaded
her ears and nose... a pair even slipped inside her eyes. My own eyes
widened... I was fucking her brain while I fucked her throat. That hunger that
was burning deep within me dimmed as I pounded into her with an animal-like
intensity. The tentacles were doing something more than their usual added
sensation... bringing something from her to me that was dramatically
intensifying the act. The sexual equivalent of walking from a dark cellar to
bright sunlight.
Her arms and legs twitched but she was just too weak to resist as I burrowed
deeply within her. And then she was an empty shell. It left me a little sad.
There was a profound loss there. It briefly eclipsed the depraved pleasure long
enough I actually had to consciously focus to continue. Perversely, it just
didn't seem fair to stop. A waste.
I came in her throat, my body shuddering and jerking atop her with a new found
degree of intensity. I eventually leaned back, shoulders scraping against the
wall, slowly withdrawing as my dick jerked in her body. Despite my balls being
normal sized again, I came like a horse and filled her throat. I finished just
past her mouth. I didn't want to spray her face... that seemed disrespectful.
Not that it mattered too much I realized when I stood. The entire top of her
head was soaked with the juice my pussy squirted out when I climaxed. Mixed
with the spermy juices from my ass.
As usual, the aftermath of ejaculation left me tingling with energy. This time
I was beyond that. Euphoric. Almost like I was dreaming, but with less
randomness. As I slipped back into the Stormcloak shirt--it was hard to call
something that stopped at the top of my thighs a dress or even a tunic--
I noticed the soft glow was rapidly fading. Huh. I glowed during sex.
I skipped through the archway and down the hall. My dick flopped merrily until
it returned to its usual semi-hard state.
I was turning into a very strange girl.
 
So much for less randomness. I had gone down the wrong hallway. I was standing
in some sort of barracks with the only way further quite solidly locked. I
could hear Hadvar's voice through the door, giving orders to at least a dozen
people. With the lack of swordplay or screams, I was pretty sure Rolof wasn't
in there.
I was about to leave when there was a pounding at the door. "Captain! You have
to unlock the door! We're stuck out here!"
Aww. Crap. "Hadvar!" I hissed through the door.
"Lass?" Her voice registered incredulity.
"Yeah, it's me. You better find another plan... the Captain is dead and there's
no key on her body. I checked."
A couple half truths make a whole truth, right?
"Damn! Do you see one in there?"
I glanced around again, though I knew there were no keys already. I did spot a
couple books. A few bottles of wine. Oh! Potions! I snagged them up quickly and
shoved them all into my twist.
It was something the tentacles did. I could give them things and they'd put
them... somewhere. The items didn't go inside my body with the tentacles but
their weight did. If I tried to put too much in my twist, it felt like my guts
were dragging my body down. It made for an easy way to carry a lot of things
around without anyone noticing... but I had to put my hands behind me to use
it. Yes, I could literally pull things out of my ass.
If the guards had tied my hands behind me like the other prisoners, I could
have twisted out a knife, cut my bonds free, and slunk off at the first
opportunity. Then again, Hadvar had been pretty alert. Might not have been any
good chances.
"No keys in here," I told the door. "There's a couple chests I've not looked in
though."
"That's it! Old girl Herkle's chest. It'll be the one closest to the wall. See
if there's a satchel with some lock picks."
"Be right back." It took longer than I liked but I found a leather folder with
a bunch of weird metal bits. And a few other goodies.
"Old girl had some racy underwear," I noted.
"We just call her that because she had a crabby voice," Hadvar chuckled. "She
wasn't much older than you."
Oh, the guard who came in with the Captain had been pretty young.
"Why don't you just go around to the main doors?" I asked as I started feeding
the metal sticks under the edge of the door.
"The dragon is tearing the crap out of the front of the building," she
explained. "It almost cut the General in half when it threw one of the doors
across the courtyard."
That explained the tremors in the floor, I mused. "Wait... the dragon is coming
in the main doors?"
"Yeah."
"You mean... it's behind me?" My voice got a little shrill. I'm young. I'm
allowed to do that.
"Err.... Not yet. It's why we have to get through here so we can... Lass? Hey?
You there?"
At least, that's what I like to think she said at the end. I was already
running.
 
Funny thing: I was in better shape now than before the dragon arrived. Sure, I
was dinged around the edges and had some really freaking weird things happen.
But I was no longer bloated with horse jizz or swollen up like a collection of
wine bladders. Which meant I could do something I'd not been free to do in...
well, over a week actually.
I could run. And when I wanted to, I could run really freaking fast.
The tentacles even helped, slipping and sliding in my guts, somehow improving
my balance.
It only took me a few seconds to dash out of the room, down the hall, and
literally run a few paces along a wall as I flashed through a corner. I barely
had time to register the carpet in that main circular room was on fire when I
launched myself through the smoky shadows to the other side, arrowing to the
gate and other hallway beyond.
Only to discover the shadow was hard. Hot. And covered in scales.
What was with this fucking dragon?!
 
I slammed into the dragon, right behind its head. My desperate hands found
purchase among the spines on the top of its neck while my legs swung violently
below. It opened its eye, the pupil rolling back to find me. I glared at it as
a spasm rippled through my body. Oh, now I could feel it again! The bastard had
been hiding its presence from me.
"You're a dick!" I yelled at it.
It's lips parted, showing fangs as long as my leg. It drew in its breath. I
realized that if it shouted out those fire words in here the room would be like
the inside of a forge. There was no layer of fresh, magic cum--magicum?--to
save me this time.
I did the only thing I could. As my legs swung back, I curled my body with all
my strength and slammed both my knees into the underside of its neck.
It made a dragonish gagging noise before twisting violently. I swung around
again, one hand bleeding as it slipped off the spine. Good fortune on my part,
as that in turn spun me around to face the direction of its spin. Upside down,
my feet hit the ceiling and I ran, held up by the scaly bastard's neck, right
through that gate and into the hallway.
I let out a burst of manic laughter as I dashed away from it... then gravity
remembered its job and yanked me to the floor. My new found air-born lightness
wasn't quite enough to save me, but I managed not to smash my head into
anything and even got a leg under me with some semblance of... well... I'm not
sure what. Posture? Agility? Composure?
Really, though, I should have known better. That scaly bastard was fast. It had
already whipped its head around and lunged towards me. Perhaps in its day,
girls ran across ceilings all the time. The strength of the gate and the the
spines along either side of the dragon's head saved me for the moment. With a
crash that sent dust flying, it smashed into the metal, its mouth snapping shut
just a few inches from my butt.
I hurriedly jerked my leg up, twisting a bit to start running again when it
lolled its tongue out, snaking it between my legs to grab me. It burned with
the intensity of hot metal, though at least without the actual blistering pain,
as it slithered against my thigh. And that's when my tentacles moved.
Pushing open my ass from the inside, they flowed out to grab that giant tongue,
wrapping and binding it as they yanked it inside.
"Fuuuuufffhhh!" I yelped as my bottom was forced open by a girth bigger than
those horses last week. It couldn't have gone in far when the tentacles
realized that this was no ordinary tongue to play with. They weren't bright at
the best of times, but even they knew something was off.
The dragon made probably the strangest noise I'd ever heard from a living
thing... it sounded like the noise my mind supplied when when I saw a fish open
its mouth. Kind of a surprised, bubbly, squeeky-gasp.
It yanked its tongue back. I lurched my butt in the opposite direction and took
a couple stumbling steps. Hell, I threw my waist so far forward my elbows
pushed off the end of the dragon's nose. My entire bottom felt hot and open, my
skin and muscle quaking. I floated through the air while my arms and legs
spasmed... then a foot found purchase and hurled me down the hall. I had taken
something from the dragon, I realized, some ancient and terrible secret
curdling though my bone and sinew.
It had taken something from me as well, I noticed from the corner of my eye.
There was a knife embedded deep in its tongue. The same knife I would have used
to escape my binds if circumstances had been different. Somehow the tip of its
tongue had managed to get inside the twist.
The dragon twisted its neck, head shaking, as it tried to get that barb out of
its tongue. I could feel its eye following me as I hurled myself down the
hallway.
I ran as fast as my quivering legs and twitching butt would let me. I tried to
hold onto the sense of its presence, that inner bearing of its location I'd had
before, as long as I could. But it was soon muffled once more... thick rock or
its own choice, I wasn't sure.
It left a present before it faded completely. I felt a wave of words through
the very rock as it uttered something that caused the stone to ripple, the air
to tremble, and the rock to tumble. Devastation plunged through the keep. Dust
filled the air as passages collapsed behind and to either side of me. Blind
luck kept me from being crushed.
The lizard was pissed.
Someone had built this place on, or dug out, a series of snaking passages that
led deep into the ground. They turned so often I had no sense of cardinal
direction so I picked anything that looked like it led down.
I'm not sure why, but I somehow knew down was safer.
Fucking dragon.
 
***** Discovery in Death *****
Chapter Summary
     Our quirky little Dovakin discovers more strangeness while trying to
     find a way through the passages riddling the rock under the Keep.
                                  CHAPTER TWO
                              Discovery in Death
                                        
As I dashed into the depths of the passages, I wondered if I could be truly
lost if I had no idea where I was going? Absolutely not, I told myself.
Once the rumbling from the dragon's attack faded, I slowed my blind racing
through the passageways as I tried to get my bearings. If nothing else to
prevent going in circles.
When I slowed to a brisk walk, I found the quiet in the tunnels oppressive. No
chirping of birds, no wind-sounds, nothing but my footfalls and the rasping of
my breath. I expected to hear shouts and cries of upset Imperials, perhaps even
some fighting. But the passages burrowed into the stone seemed deserted.
Finding a body was a relief. Not only did it explain the silence, it let me
know I was following the Rolof and the Stormcloaks. She seemed to know where
she was going, so following her must be a good idea. The rebel soldiers were
also clearing the way, making it less likely I'd run into someone who wanted to
stick a sword in me.
The Stormcloak colors of my too-small shirt made me a target for any Imperial
who found me. I wondered if I were safer naked? Then again, these Nords were
uncomfortably violent. There was probably some naked-girl faction they all
hated.
The darkness was alleviated only by the occasional torch or brazier. Their
pools of illumination far apart, with plenty of inky dark between. While
wondering who had the job of keeping all the things lit, I literally tripped
over the first body. The odd drifting slowness from earlier showed up again,
giving me enough time to push my hands against the rough floor and saving my
face from a bruising.
Even knowing something was there, I could barely see the body. I felt around.
Short hair, a little greasy. Ick. A cute button nose. A deep, plunging neckline
indicated an Imperial uniform. Large, firm breasts that I would love a better
look at.
"Haha," I muttered to the body. "I'd start glowing if I fucked you. I could see
you then." I explored lower and discovered a very sizable cock. The thing was
big while limp, my hand barely fit around its girth. "Holy crap. What'd this
monster be like hard?"
I glanced up and down the hallway. Sudden paranoia of enemies bursting out of
the darkness at the very moment I contemplated fucking her. A hunger grew
inside me, a sudden influx of lust which sparked movement from my guts as the
tentacles squirmed. The desire to impale myself on the woman's cock was more
than lust, however. A new component, a new flavor, was growing in my awareness.
Was it caused by my experience with the Captain? Had it been there in the back
of my mind, unrecognized, earlier in my life? How new was this hunger--it felt
so familiar despite my surprise.
A delightful shiver drifted along my spine, leaving tingles at my lips, the tip
of my tongue, and my hardened nipples. The teasing of tentacle tips at my hot,
aching butt wasn't enough. My own cock, hard with my lust, rose before me.
Dripping and bubbling with precum, it throbbed in the cool air.
"I'm only doing this to see if I glow again," I told the corpse. Yeah, right.
When some tentacles slithered out of my butt, I could feel the Captain's jizz
from earlier oozing out of my now open anus. It dripped on the fallen
Legionnaire's cock and balls as I positioned myself over her.
Puckered and opened wide, the tentacles had no trouble pulling the limp dick
inside. Then they curled around it, some forcing their way inside, others
squeezing at the balls. More dived lower, invading the dead woman's holes. The
sudden reek as they forced open the woman's butt and she death-voided her
bowels almost caused me to gag. The squirming tentacles thick in my throat
rose, fine tendrils moving through my sinuses and ears. The smell turned into
something else. Metallic and gritty, still unpleasant, but not as overwhelming.
I started to glow as my tentacles forced her dick into hardness. I moaned,
shivering, as it grew inside me, pushing its way into the swarm of tentacles,
forcing them aside, pressing at my inner walls. I'd never felt a human cock of
such size. It stretched my ass wonderfully, the muscle of my anus tingling,
flexing, and squeezing at the invader.
Why would anyone want to kill the owner of such a magnificent organ? War was so
stupid!
I shifted a bit, moving my knees for a firmer grip, then began thrusting. Hands
grabbed her leather jerkin, pushing it wide to free her tits. I grabbed those
firm mounds and pushed them close, feeding my dick between. I worked myself
into a long, steady rhythm. My cock plowing through her pliant breasts. Her
clock plowing into my grasping guts. My pussy slid up and down her stomach,
folds spreading wide and dragging against her skin. My thumb-sized clitoris
sent a shock wave of pleasure deep inside me every time it bumped into her
belly button. She was an outtie.
The glow was bright now, lighting up a wide area around us. It was like it
infused the tunnel floor and walls, shining gentle radiance everywhere. Her
open eyes almost looked alive as they reflected the soft light. She was pretty,
I discovered. A firm, cleft chin offset by the cute nose. Nice cheekbones
complimented a smooth complexion. The relief knowing I would have gladly fucked
her alive added to the current excitement.
I wasn't gentle with her body, the sex definitely on the rough side, as I tried
to assuage my new hunger as well as the familiar burning lust. It only took a
few minutes of rutting before she came inside me. Jets of hot cum shot deep
inside my guts, swirling around the tentacles. I gasped out my own climax, my
pussy juices flowing out over her rippling tummy as my horse cock filled her
cleavage with jizz. I collapsed on top of her, not caring about the flood of
semen I was laying in. My butt trembled as my ass suckled her cock like my
mouth would a tongue or dick. Hell, if she weren't so tall, I probably would be
tongue-fucking her dead mouth.
I sighed, contentment flowing through me as I relaxed for a while. I felt a
tension leaving my shoulders from the warmth of the first truly pleasant climax
I'd had in days. The glow infusing rock and stone slowly faded as her cock grew
limp. The tentacles slid out of her body and returned to my guts, my anus
rippling with their movement. A mild climax tickled my body from the sensation.
Grinning down at her supine form, I slowly raised my hips. The soft dick was a
tugging presence in my butt until it finally slid out with a familiar
distinctive, half-gross pop.
I pulled her pouch off her belt and stood up, pleasantly filled with energy
again. My mouth turned to a small pout as I felt cum sliding down the inside of
the top--the uniform opening which would have emphasized the upper swell of
breasts, if I'd had any at the moment, allowed most of my eruption to cover my
chest.
I had forgotten to strip. Oh well.
Once again dripping cum--it seemed a natural state in Skyrim--I continued down
the corridor.
 
 
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A dozen paces and a turn later, I found myself at an open door to a relatively
well-lit room. If the occupants had been alive, they probably would have
investigated the sound of my rutting earlier. I'd have to keep that in mind. I
checked their bodies. One was older, a bit pudgy, and if standing would have
sagging boobs not favorably accented by the Imperial open-fronted uniform. The
other suffered--had suffered?--from a severe bout of acne. Much nicer tits but,
eww, acne. Neither had impressive dicks.
In other words, their bodies weren't attractive enough to tempt me.
Their pockets weren't much better, just a few coins and some weird scraps of
lea--what the fuck?
There was a tingling sensation and the torchlight in the room seemed to
flicker, go dim, and I felt myself falling to the ground. I felt hands on my
thighs. My arms. They were my hands, but oddly displaced. Like feeling
something with a sleeping limb. A hum grew in my ears, the tantalizing edge of
singing. Tingling grew in my arms and legs. Just as suddenly, the strange
noises and sensations stopped and the room's light, what there was of it,
returned to normal.
I stood, carefully, but the dizziness was already gone. There were bands of
pressure on my arms and legs and when I examined them, I found some kind of
leather bindings. "What the fuck?" Upper arms and forearms. Thighs and calves.
They held tightly, refusing to budge when I pushed and pulled. "What the Hell
is this?" I asked the room. The room deigned to answer.
I discovered when they came close together there was some kind of attraction,
like with those rocks wizards called load stones. I moved one leg past each
other. I could pull them apart but it took a little effort. Not much, but
noticeable. I realized that if I ran it could easily cause me to trip as my
legs would be pulled out of position.
Each of the cuffs had a tiny lock that looked to be well made. The locks were
attached to thin strips of metal that circled the leather cuffs. I'd have to
find some keys or--oh yeah. I hadn't checked my recent lover's purse.
I grinned with triumph as I found a small key. Then sighed when I discovered it
didn't fit the locks. Only thing else in the purse were some coins and a few
bits of bent metal. I almost tossed them before I recognized them as lock
picks. I found a chair next to a lantern and pulled up a leg, resting my chin
against my knee to work on the lock.
It wasn't easy since that giant, gray horse cock kept getting in the way. Wait
a minute. Gray? I stared at it. Pulled it up--trying to ignore the very
pleasant sensation of my fingers--and gave it a good look in the light.
It was a different cock.
"I'm getting tired of saying 'what the fuck'." I told the room. Again, the room
ignored me. The horse penis I started the day out with was longer, thinner, and
nearly matched my own skin in color. This one was not only a dusky gray, the
shape was different. A flared end made the head much larger. The girth was a
noticeably thicker and, I was sure it was at least an inch shorter. Even the
pre-cum smelled a bit different.
This was just weird.
Not much I could do about it though. So I tucked it back down and returned to
the locks. It turned out that while the locks were well made, they were easy to
pick. Odd, I thought as the cuffs dropped off one by one. It just took a
particular twist and--huh. The last one required some wiggling.
I thought about it as I twiddled the lock pick between my fingers. It had
almost felt like each lock had grown harder to pick. Just a little bit. I
looked back at the door. The cuffs were real, but they way they were forced on
to me must have been some kind of enchantment or spell.
I hadn't noticed anything on their arms and legs, but in the flickering light
the cuffs would have been easy to miss. I'd have to pay more attention. Which,
of course, was the moment I accidentally put too much pressure on the pick and
it went flying from my fingers. There was a metallic 'tink' on the rock floor
when it landed in the shadows. Bugger.
A rumble in the stone reminded me I had other things to do so I abandoned it. I
still had a couple more. I carefully avoided the cuffs as I quickly searched
the room. There were a few barrels and sacks filled with sundries. A few
potions that quickly went into the twist. And a couple books. I took those too.
It would be hard to tell from the last day, but I really loved to read. Sex
explored bodies. Reading explored minds and the world.
Though, remembering the experience with the Captain, turned out to be some mind
exploring there too. The memory caused a tingle in my chest and sex parts--all
of them!--as I left the room.
 
 
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I found a bunch of crates, satchels, and bags in the next room. The boxes
stuffed full of miscellaneous sundries like plates, bowls, and cups. The other
containers weren't much better. The lone torch grew almost twice as bright as
it consumed the dust I disturbed while searching. I gave up after a couple
minutes, convinced this was a forgotten storeroom. A bunch of crap shoved into
a corner of the tower basement then lost to memory.
Things were more interesting in the following room. For starters, I almost got
my head cut off.
My height, or lack of it, saved me. I barely reached the elbows of the average
Nord. In the warmer South, I barely topped at shoulder height to most women.
While often intimidated or just irked by the difference in height, I found
myself rather glad at the moment when an attack meant for a Nord's neck
whistled above my head and sank deeply in the door's wooden frame.
I turned, pushing off the wall with one foot, and threw every bit of my weight
behind my elbow. Even as I did it, I wondered where I'd learned the move. My
elbow sunk deeply into a gut, so deep I felt for a moment the hardness of my
assailant's spine. Then I rebounded, still turning, and slammed my shoulder
into her ribs. That hurt a little, but it knocked her over.
As she fell to the ground my knee shot out--no strange knowledge there, all me-
-and connected in her gut again. She landed heavily on the ground. So I kicked
her. Two, three, five--I lost count of the times. I kicked, using my heel,
until my foot grew sore. She tried to curl into a protective ball, but I
slammed my heel into her thigh and gut. She got the point.
With another kick, I flopped her on her back. The room was better lit than the
corridors, but not by much. In the flickering of torch flames, I could see she
wore armor similar to the Imperial uniforms. Darker leather, dyed black, and
more expensive-looking cloth. The fittings were silver rather than the usual
brass. One of her tits wobbled free from the deep, plunging V-neck. The other
looked like it'd only need a tap to spring out. Other than a single strap just
above her belly button, most of her chest was exposed. Lower, straps criss-
crossed over a band of cloth which didn't reach her groin. In a strange
contrast to the brazen, revealing nature of her armor, she wore a leather hood
that hid her face.
She was breathing raggedly, gasping and groaning from pain. I surely cracked
more than one of her ribs. The light was good enough I could see the tattoos on
her thigh and hip. I used my toes to flop her dick up, then stepped on her
balls. I slowly increased my weight.
"Well, hello there," I told her. "We meet again."
 
 
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This was the bitch who cursed me back at the bandit camp. Or poisoned.
Whatever. The weirdness with horse cocks, not to mention being captured by the
Imperials, could be traced back to her.
The fact she seemed to be an Imperial spy made it all the more likely. She
would have probably given me some scathing retort or insult to commemorate our
re-acquaintance if she hadn't been so busy screaming as I alternated my weight
on her scrotum from foot to foot. I admit it. I rather enjoyed the sound.
She had been a complete bitch the entire time at the bandit camp. Hell, the
bandits had captured, fucked (they probably intended it as rape--I was very
willing), and were planning to sell me to a slaver. They were still better
company than her. A hungry sabercat would be better company.
I kept my weight on her until her scream turned to a guttural moan. Despite the
fight, we were still close to the door. I took a step, keeping an eye on her in
case she decided to lunge at me. For the moment, she concentrated on her aching
scrotum.
It took some tugging and wiggling, but I managed to get the ax out of the door.
It was a wood ax, a tool rather than a weapon, and not very well maintained.
The haft was covered with grime, the head was rusting, and there were several
chips in the blade. It probably came from the nearby storeroom.
Not that it wouldn't have been fatal if it connected.
"So, did you set me up back at the camp? Let me escape with the only way out
leading right to the Imperials?"
She eyed me, the ax, my horse dick. She spat at me, "Just do it you little
fucking shit."
"Wrong answer." I dropped the ax on her foot. The heavy metal head fell
straight as I tried to crush her big toe. She jerked her foot out of the way
enough that I missed my target, but the ax still hit her little toe. The
response was rewarding. There was a sick little snap noise of broken bone and
she found a new scream.
Now, I'm not the sadistic sort--not even in bed, a few partners had been more
than willing to 'teach' me--but she was a bit of an exception. Maybe it was how
she had been so unpleasant back at the camp. Could have been her sticking me
with this horse cock. Or maybe it was just the results of a really, really bad
day. In any case, I really enjoyed hearing her scream.
So did my cock, it had grown hard as a rock by the time she had quieted down a
little. She was sobbing, clutching at her foot with her hands, her posture more
than a little awkward since she was avoiding pressure on her balls. It gave me
a chance to finally give the room more than a passing glance.
Holy shit. It was a torture room.
There were a number of large cages (including at least one occupant), a table,
some kind of long counter to the side, and a few bodies. One stormcloak, a
couple imperials, and--huh. I smiled. An older woman with the same black,
plunging uniform as my old acquaintance.
"Huh," I said to myself. "She's an interrogator? Makes sense for a spy. Wonder
which is her full-time job."
"You're going to have to kill me," she was snarling through her gasps for
breath. Screaming was taking a lot out of her. "I'll hunt you down. I'll hunt
down your family and friends. I'll even hunt down your pets!"
"I never could understand that line of thought." I let the ax swing a little as
I spoke. She eyed it, eyes fierce with anger and wide with fear.
"How does it make sense? Are you begging to die?" I waved at the room. "I could
easily shove you in a cage or use some of these manacles. Leave you alive. Now
you're telling me if I do, you'll kill me?" I shook my head, planted my feet a
little apart, and got ready to swing the ax.
"Uh... no wait!" She gasped as I swung. The ax cut through the air, but not at
her head. She flinched back nicely though, which made her other foot easy to
hit. Got the big toe this time. Huzzah!
She was in pretty bad shape, I decided a few minutes later. My arms were rather
tired, the ax was fairly heavy. And getting it exactly where I wanted was
difficult. Precision wasn't my strength. It was the tentacles, they were very
distracting.
Other than the two toes, I was pretty sure I hadn't broken any more of her
bones. Might have cracked a few. Her breathing was labored, a series of horse
gasps that demonstrated her pain.
"I'm sure you're a lot better at this than I am." My voice was conversational
as I carefully put the ax well out of her reach. "Could probably use just
enough pain to get me to divulge all my secrets. If I had any." I smirked. "The
only thing I know of any importance to the Imperials is that bandit camp, but
it seems you bitches know all about it already."
I walked behind her as I talked. She was pretty close to one of the cages and I
started working on the idea I'd had. It took me almost a minute to coax one of
the tentacles out of my ass, but soon I had one of the long, slimy snake-like
creatures in my hands.
I'm not very strong, but they are.
Once I managed to get it to understand my desire, it was more than happy to
pull her to the cage. One end wrapped around her neck and the other a metal
bar. The latter wound around the iron bar, reeling in its length. Once it
started, it only took a few seconds, barely giving her time to try and grasp at
the choking grip around her neck. A little more coaxing and it pulled her up a
couple feet, forcing her to sit. As a reward, I encouraged it to shove both its
ends down her throat.
Sure made her breathing interesting.
This time I stood in front of her as I teased out a couple more tentacles. I
used them to bind her wrists to the cage bars. Unlike a rope, the living things
would stay tight despite her efforts and would fight back if she tried to cut
them. Once her hands were ready, I gave her a smile... then drove my foot into
her belly to blast out what little breath she had. That made it a lot easier to
pull her ankles up to meet her wrists, the tentacles winding around the new
limbs and trapping her thoroughly. She was suspended above the ground, her ass
pointing into the room.
Perfect height.
I wasn't quite ready for her though, I wanted to put things into a little more
perspective, for her at least. I took my time to let her recover somewhat. The
tentacles shoving themselves down her throat were forcing her to breath in
sudden gasps and gurgling sobs. I had made sure to bind her wrists and ankles
close enough to her mouth so the ends of those tentacles could have their way
as well. It was only fair.
I really liked the one with the orange, indigo, and black bands. It was pretty.
As far as I know, the tentacles can live outside me indefinitely. They didn't
seem to like it, but they would tolerate it. There had been a few that seemed
to enjoy the pond back home, but I'm not sure if that was because they enjoyed
frolicking in the water or fucking the girls that would bathe in it. Today with
the Captain had been the first time something else had come with a returning
tentacle.
I toed the other bodies, checking their arms and legs. No weird straps or
bindings. I also checked out the rest of the room. Some more lock picks, a
couple books, a satchel, an assortment of weapons. I caught a confused look
from my prisoner when she saw me hold a book behind me and when my hands
returned to my front it was gone. Let her wonder.
I arranged the bodies along the... well, I suppose it was almost a stage. The
portion of the room with the cages and pillars with all the manacles was raised
several inches. A decent sized step for the Nords, a bit of a jump for me. It
did mean that it would make things more comfortable for me.
That peculiar hunger had returned. It was a somewhat heady sensation, as if I
had been breathing too much. Or not enough. But those bodies contained
something I wanted, and I wanted it a lot. It wasn't driving me, not like, say
trying to catch a breath after running really hard. Or the way addicts treated
drugs or alcohol. More like walking past a bakery in the morning, the
combination of hunger and the scent of fresh baked bread filling me with
desire.
I wanted it from these bodies and I was going to let that bitch watch while it
took it from them. Whatever 'it' was.
I am also both hedonistic and shallow enough that it really helped that they
were all attractive. Even the older woman was very pretty, probably no more
than sixty, just starting to show age lines. They gave her face character
rather than weighing her down. And surprisingly perky, youthful breasts. For
being a torturer, she sure looked like she laughed and smiled a lot. Maybe she
enjoyed her job.
The best thing about the futanari plague as far as I was concerned (well, other
than the obvious) was how young everyone stayed. I'd seen paintings and
illuminations of people before the plague. Starting to whither into a prune or
raisin at thirty didn't seem pleasant. Smooth skin and nice breasts into
fifties and sixties had to be better, right? And it was said Nords kept their
fresh skin and bodies the longest. Then again, there were very few old Nord.
I'd always had a ready attraction for other women (well, I'd never met one of
the rumored men, but had seen paintings or illusions of them). A flash of limb,
curve of breast, the wiggle of bottom, the fullness of lips. All would cause a
surge of desire--but everyone was like that.
What I was feeling now was different.
It wasn't a living attraction. It seemed to have more to do with them being...
property? No, that wasn't it. I had the sense that they were mine to do with as
I wished, but then again they were dead and unmoving. Not like they could stop
me. Maybe that was it. They were bags of meat.
They were food.
Weird thought, that.
I had plenty of time to think about it as I arranged the bodies. I have to
admit that I lined them up in order of attractiveness. I started with one of
the soldiers, I suppose she was a guard, then the older woman, then the next
two were guards and the pretty Stormcloak was last.
She wasn't just pretty, she was gorgeous. Probably only a few years older than
I, she looked like she would have been the stuff of legends here. She awoke
several types of desire, from raw sexual need to that odd hunger.
There was the occasional odd rumble from above. A sifting of dust and grit from
the ceiling. And even though any sane person would be fleeing to safety, I was
taking the time to play with bodies like they were dolls.
Was I insane to stay? I'm not sure. I think it was because for the first time
that day, the first time in days actually, I felt a sense of control. Sure, it
was dumb to stay. But for once, things were going the way I wanted them. It may
have been insanity, but at least I was in charge of it.
I took the time to strip the bodies, using a found dagger to cut the bindings.
 
 
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The warm golden light of my markings suffused the room. It overpowered the
torches with its gentle radiance and complimented the young Stormcloak's
beauty.
I discovered a few things as I worked my way down the bodies.
My horse penis changed after each sexual act. I used only my ass and tentacles
on the bodies, keeping the engorged thing visible. With plenty of light and no
distractions (other than the quaking of orgasms and the trembles of climaxes),
I watched it change. It happened in a blink of the eye, with little transition
from one color, shape or size to another. Each time it was like I owned the
penis of a different horse. I wondered if my original penis was skipping from
stallion to stallion across Skyrim.
Sex with a body drained some kind of residual vitality and give it to me. When
I finished, each body was slightly sunken. Belly just a little tighter, ribs
showing a little plainer. Cheeks sunken just a touch more. And flesh just a
little cooler, a little less pliant. I, on the other hand, not only glowed with
that gentle radiance but felt a rush of energy, a sense of vitality. Colors
seemed brighter, shadows less opaque, and my sense of touch and smell more
acute.
In the shadow-rich torchlight, I missed the contents of one of the cages in my
earlier search. A young woman, a girl really, who surely was not much older
than me, dressed in robe that managed to conceal little. Her unmoving form made
it likely the Imperials killed her earlier.
"You don't mind waiting until I finish my current project, do you?" Despite the
grim situation, humor was bubbling within me. "I didn't think so."
Leaving her for later brought an additional warmth to my body, an erotic
anticipation.
Drips and dribbles of semen oozed down my thighs as I positioned myself over
the lovely Nord. "Unbelievable that they killed someone as pretty as you," I
told her as my tentacles writhed around her groin.
I gently rubbed my hands along her lower ribs, her belly, fondling my heavy
balls for a moment before returning to her. I hated that the wound that killed
her ruined one of her small but perfect breasts. That, I thought, just wasn't
fair.
I was so upset when I first discovered the wound marring of her perfection I
walked to my prisoner, forced her head to look, and pointed at the girl. "You
don't kill women that beautiful," I snarled at her. "It's just wrong!" Then I
punched her hard, smashing her balls, driving a knuckle between them into her
clit.
This is what I hated about war. It was indiscriminate in its slaughter. It
didn't kill just the ugly things, but destroyed the beautiful.
I traced my hands along her sides, moving back towards her ribs, closing my
eyes as I concentrated on her beauty, wiping out that ugly wound in my mind's
eye. I shivered with pleasure as I sank down on her erect penis, sighing with
the sensation as I engulfed her.
As she went in, something went out. It was an odd feeling, a release, a flowing
of breath without exhaling. My eyes opened and I blinked in surprise. Her
breasts were unmarred. I could see the perfect swell and shape, the wonderful
little sway as I moved her body, and feel the youthful firmness. I tilted my
head, pursing my lips as I noticed other subtle differences.
There was a warmth, not only color, to her skin. Some hint, some semblance, of
life had returned. No, not exactly of life, I realized. But a hint, a shadow,
of the loveliness life had given her. That new-found magic had returned some of
her beauty.
I gave her the treatment a gorgeous girl deserved. I kissed and nuzzled her
breasts, discovering she liked to perfume them, rained kisses on her neck and
embraced her shoulders to bend her head to mine for a gentle, but passionate
kiss--from my direction at least. While not responsive, there was a pliancy
that was fun to play with.
As her lovely penis surged and emptied into me, I moaned and covered our skin
with my own orgasm. From the neck down, we were both covered with pearls of
semen, ropes stretching between us as I gently laid her back against the stone
platform.
Then I stood, turned, and sashayed my way to my prisoner. "I've something
special in mind for you," I told her. "It's a bit of an experiment, but that
just makes it much more fun." I leaned down and slurped her dick into my mouth.
It doesn't seem like much of a punishment does it? Fellatio is usually
considered, if not submissive, at least a bit helpless. An invasion, even if
the partner is willing and eager. She is, after all, way down there and has to
look up to you, if her eyes meet at all. It's usually like that for me as well.
I love the sensation, feeling someone pushing into me, gasping for air (even if
I've never really needed it, it's fun to pretend). But like earlier this
morning in the cart, I can be pretty aggressive about it. And that was when I
wanted to give my partner a fun, if intense, experience. I had been in a hurry,
but I was still considerate about it.
I wasn't this time. The tentacles in my throat rammed their way down her
urethra, savaging her cock and balls as they forced the passage wider and wider
with their thickness and number. Her entire body jerked as I pulled savagely
with the vacuum of my lungs. Between suction and tentacles, she was stiff and
throbbing in no time. Then, one after the other, I drew her crushed and bruised
balls into my mouth and really went to town on her phallus.
I made her empty three times before I finished--for that session. I smiled at
her, allowing a rope of her semen to hang from the corner of my mouth, idly
rubbing the end of my bright blue horse cock against the entrances of her cunt
and ass. I wasn't going to penetrate her yet, but did want to tease her--well,
mostly me--with the pre-cum.
"Did you have fun?" I giggled. I gave her wilted cock a squeeze. I could easily
insert a finger into the opening--and did just to make her cry out. Her cock
was bright red. I knew if she lived long enough, it would turn yellow and
purple from the bruising. There was a sheen of red drops across the whole thing
where I'd burst vessels and drawn blood out through her skin.
I found it interesting that, though I hadn't orgasmed, my horse penis changed
again when I finished. Would it change with any sex act I was involved in?
I returned to the start of the line, my breathing turning to pants of
excitement. The only one I had dick-orgasmed with was the beautiful Stormcloak
girl. The rest, I had just sucked their cum into my ass. One after the other, I
drew energy and jism from them. Each looked a little worse for wear by the time
I was done. And what I had suspected with that Legionnaire in the hall a while
ago was most definitely confirmed. My ball sacks were growing.
Not by a little bit, either. Each load into my ass from the dead body increased
the size of those orbs noticeably. They were already four times the size than
when I started. Each about the size of a small melon, they dangled between my
thighs, a warm heavy presence with every move.
My pussy, which I have to admit had been getting the short end of the deal
today, drizzled a heavy flow of girl-juice on them. The growing sacs smeared
the juice across my thighs, rained it down on the floor, and continually
encouraged my cunny to add to the flow as they tugged and pulled at my lips.
Delicious.
It wasn't all going to my balls, though. My belly was beginning to stretch,
filling up with the cream I was stuffing into my body. I was building up to
something, though I couldn't even guess what. I only knew that my farming of
their cocks was needed--a huge amount of semen required in the immediate
future.
I didn't hesitate in collecting it.
 
 
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Well, maybe a little hesitation. By the time I worked my way through the bodies
to the beautiful girl again my moans echoed from the room's stone walls. Each
surge of jiz from the dead women pushed against the skin of my belly and balls
as fluid and life-energy were absorbed.
They were so huge they forced my thighs apart, their weight pulling at my
folds, teasing the wet sex between my legs with each movement. My belly was
even larger than in the morning, turgid and full, pressing tightly against my
stretched skin. I could see the tentacles moving around, small bumps shifting
and flowing against my intestines where they pressed against my skin and the
waves in the jism caused by those deeper.
It was getting a little painful. But I wasn't about to stop. The beautiful girl
lay before me. Despite having been several minutes--how long exactly I wasn't
sure--since I had covered her chest with my seed, it was still slick and warm
as when fresh. I spent some time licking her clean, relishing the taste of it--
and her. I trembled, my lust rising from deep in my throat. When I moaned, the
sound was thick with the layers of seed and tentacles.
I pulled her into a sitting position, settling myself in her lap with my back
against her chest. A hand at the bast of her neck, I turned my head and kissed
her, licking her face, sliding my tongue into her open mouth. She was
delicious. Below, I could feel the tentacles squirming, reaching in and
stiffening her shaft. Soon it was at my bottom, teasing my hole. I leaned
forward, keeping my arms tangled with hers, until I eased onto my knees with
her laying along my back.
I smiled at my prisoner as I moved slightly, positioning that beautiful girl's
body just right, then felt the tentacles pull her home. Her body shifted and I
moaned from the impact. My ball sack hit the lower edge of my belly, shifting
the mass slightly. I used one hand to brace myself on the floor and the other
to hold her, keeping her steady as I rocked back and forth. I impaled myself
with her shaft over and over again.
Once more the energy built up and flowed gently out of my body into hers. She
jerked. Her hips smacked into my bottom. Her cock moved with a sudden strength.
She did it again and again. Her body was moving on its own! Rough, but
powerful. She was forcing her dick into my eager ass like an animal. All raw
power and no caring. She rutted me like a beast.
I didn't mind.
I let go of her and used both hands to brace myself. She slammed into me so
hard it was difficult to breath. My belly rocked beneath us, rolling forward
and back, and the melons of my balls smacked loudly into my swollen abdomen.
It was glorious.
She blasted seed into me. A great fountain of it emptied into my belly. I could
feel it growing, stretching, as she unleashed that torrent. My balls grew,
expanding, pulling at my waist from below as her animated corpse jerked and
shuddered against me. My mouth opened, my tongue hanging, and ropes of slimy
drool dangled from my lips. The orgasm swept over me. Like a wave of intense
pleasure, it forced my eyes back, my vision growing dark before replaced with
bands of stars, and I shivered like a taken thing below her.
Under my body, the horse cock shifted, changed, and grew to such a size it
forced my body from the floor. Only half conscious, I nuzzled and kissed the
end like a new lover. Unlike our earlier couplings, it didn't erupt with
orgasm. Something held it back. Saving the cock juice for later. Even in my
euphoria, I knew I would need it for a special purpose.
I stayed, crouched and panting, under her weight for some minutes. The need to
recover more than weariness. I was stunned. My head blank for a small eternity.
It was like waking from a deep sleep. My stuffed body brought me gently back to
awareness with a combination of stretch-pangs and the soothing warmth of all
that spunk.
My stuffed belly and engorged scrotum should be agonizing. The pain quickly
faded, replaced by a lovely warmth which tickled my skin. An awareness from the
depths of my mind of every sensation, from the tickling of our hair to the tiny
drops of sweat rolling down my skin. A rarefied, concentrated pleasure. With
each heartbeat, my erogenous areas burst with orgasmic bliss. Nipples, clit, my
lips--both sets--even my toes and nape of neck, all pulsed with waves of toe-
curling feeling. While not the conscious over-powering bliss of the previous
climax, each wave of pleasure was the quake of a small orgasm of its own.
They didn't fade in intensity, instead they became a constant background of
extreme gratification which pushed me to achieve greater heights.
My dead lover received nuzzles and kisses before I laid her gently to one side.
I carefully climbed to my feet, swaying not from lack of balance, but so I
could enjoy the sloshing of thick cock-jelly in my belly.
I smiled at my prisoner, my excitement obvious. The horse cock was thicker than
my thigh, pushing into my belly with its throbbing urge to impale.
"I'm going to love this so much." I stepped between her spread legs, grinning
at her erect cock. The tentacles I had left inside her had been busy. Her
scrotum was so full it looked close to bursting. Her dick stood high, raised
lines around it from finger thick tentacles crawling through her veins.
She gasped something as I opened my mouth wide, bending down. The tentacles
squirming in her throat kept her words unintelligible. But meaning was obvious.
She was begging me to stop. Pleading. I gripped her phallus with my hand,
looking up at her as I licked the tip.
"Why should I stop? You're going to kill everyone I know. Even my pets."
She screamed a denial as I sucked her in.
Like before, I kept the suction on her until she was empty. Like before, I
wrung orgasms out of her ravaged cock. And like before, when I pulled back it
had the appearance of something dead and broken.
It looked worse than the bodies. I laughed and gave it a few light slaps,
rather pleased with the result.
Since she had passed out, her eyes rolled back into their sockets, I took a few
moments to give them a good licking, covering them with some of her own sperm.
I giggled when I finished.
The roiling thrill from my own body reminded me of something. I lifted her
balls, and teased out her poor, neglected clitoris. It took a little coaxing,
but I found a tentacle small enough to wrap around it. With gleeful abandon, it
wrapped tightly around her little nub.
Still laughing, I staggered back to the head of the line. I was more bloated
than ever before in my life, but somehow not only knew that I could take more
but I needed it. I still hadn't figured out what was going to happen. It was
there, somewhere in my mind, but not yet ready to come out and play. That was
okay. I wasn't in pain. I was eager. I licked cum from my lips as I lowered
myself on the first body.
I was so very eager.
 
***** Interlude: A Corpse Speaks *****
                                   INTERLUDE
                                A Corpse Speaks
                                        
Except for the panting gasps from the ravaged torturer-turned-victim the room
was silent after the girl bearing the horse phallus left. The body of the
Imperial was distended and ruined. Her stomach a loose bag of flesh distorted
by surges of semen. Between her dislocated legs gaped the holes of her inverted
vagina and anus, the ruined organs only partially covered by the dark-colored,
broken dick. Ropes of thick jism drooped from her suspended body, pooling on
the floor below her.
Her roughly plaited hair, thick with jism, bound her to the bars. The semen
oozed out of every pore, every hole, of her body. It even welled from her tear
ducts and sweat glands. Strings of it dangled from the ceiling from when it
blasted out of her mouth.
With a squish of displaced semen, the body of the lovely Nord girl sat upright.
A dark tongue pushed stiff lips apart in a motion akin to a lick. The eyes
which looked around the room as the head turned were empty, still lifeless,
despite their movement. A glimmer of light danced across the orbs from a spark
deep within the darkness of the dead pupils.
Hands scooped up the jism across her front, regarded the thickening semen
thoughtfully, then licked fingers and palms with ethereal elegance. She took
the time to clean swaths of chest and thighs before rubbing the remainder into
a shiny coating against her skin. She did not breath. There was no pulse. Even
though she ate, saliva did not arrive. While her gestures were graceful, they
were a touch odd. A little forceful, a little too much space or too much
pressure. There was no feeling.
"Mmmm. Tasty." The words drifted from her, thready but not quite a whisper. She
stood, took the few short steps to the bloated body of the fallen torturer and
casually began slapping the woman's face. Semen splashed out of the woman's
slack lips with every blow. Eventually she got through the continuous orgasms
and reached the person inside.
"She's doing very well," the beautiful corpse told the shocked woman. "Learning
surprisingly quickly. Thank you for your part." She was given a questioning
look through the cloud caused by the surging climaxes.
"Such a sweet girl though. I certainly would not have left you alive. None
before her would have." She pushed her hand into the prisoner's anus, reaching
inside. It slipped into the gaping hole easily.
"I suppose you might be considered lucky." Fingers twisted, grabbed. The corpse
began pulling even more of the woman's entrails out, seeming unaware of the
stench. She lifted up the ropes, examining them.
"Did you know witches would pull out goat entrails to predict the future?" She
reached in again, up the the elbow this time. "What odd ideas you humans have."
Another spilling of guts and slime.
"Lucky you." Her arm flexed and she stood, uncaring of the mess her grasping
fingers brought out with her prize. "You got to have a baby before you died."
It wasn't large, about the size of a garden snake.
"Go to momma." She moved her free hand in a twisting motion before dropping the
little tentacle. It vanished between her fingers and floor.
A smile, neither warm nor cruel, regarded the dying woman. The Imperial spy's
eyes dimmed, lost meaning, then emptied as she finally expired. The blackened
phallus continued to twitch, trying to empty the seed from a withered, empty
scrotum.
Like a pile of rubble, the lovely girl's corpse fell to the ground in a
disorganized heap of limbs and hair. There was a brief sound like air escaping
from a bladder and all was quiet in the room
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