Unlikely Dovahkiin #2

Author's Notes: Back to Tess's adventures. Writing this has actually given me back my taste for Skyrim, so I may well take another stab at it soon. Excitingly enough, apparently my laptop has an entire D: drive that I didn't know existed -- so while I thought I was almost out of storage space, I actually have like 200gb left. XD So if I get it up and running and all modded out, maybe I'll make a mockup of Tess to show off. We'll see. Anyway, here goes chapter two!

[F/fu] [mind control] [titfucking] [unprotected vaginal] [preg risk] [ALSO I'M HILARIOUS SO EVERYONE MAKE SURE AND LAUGH AT THE END OKAY] [OKAY] [YOU REALLY HAVE TO SO MAKE SURE TO TELL ME YOU DID] [please]

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‭‭The Greybeards,‭ ‬I find,‭ ‬are rather...‭ ‬not that much fun to be around.‭ ‬Wise,‭ ‬certainly,‭ ‬but entirely too dour and serious.‭ ‬When I awoke from my cold-induced coma,‭ ‬I found myself in a candlelit hall of stone and snow where I was told of my grand destiny ahead‭ ‬--‭ ‬my destiny as something called the Dragonborn.

Shouts or no shouts,‭ ‬I don’t believe a word of it.‭ ‬Gods and Daedra alike have always shown the decency to prove their existence.‭ ‬The nords would be just superstitious enough to believe in myths that they couldn’t prove,‭ ‬and just‭ ‬imagine how upset they’d be if a dunmer‭ (‬and a girl,‭ ‬at that‭) ‬ended up being their grand savior.‭ ‬Actually,‭ ‬all this dovahkiin business would almost be worth the hassle just to see that reaction.

Nonetheless,‭ ‬while I’m being sent this way and that by those creaking old fossils on their mountaintop,‭ ‬I’m not quite invested enough to not get occasionally...‭ ‬distracted.‭ ‬The Jarl of Whiterun gave me a list of names to check out if I ever get a chance,‭ ‬bandits mostly,‭ ‬and as I trudge up across flower-dotted hillsides and hopping across brooks,‭ ‬my elven eyes catch the entrance of a cave...‭ ‬a cave that quite matches the description of one of the camps I was supposed to check out.

No harm in a little detour,‭ ‬right‭? ‬Hiking my robes up and tightening my belt‭ ‬so they don’t drag on the ground,‭ ‬I settle into a lowered crouch,‭ ‬shifting between and around the cabbage-filled barrels surrounding the cave’s entrance.‭ ‬It’s partially worked outside,‭ ‬with wood bracing and a door that suggests that this may have been a mine once,‭ ‬or some other legitimate structure that brigands simply adopted as their own,‭ ‬like a wolf raising a sabre cub.

Creeping past the door and into the earthy tunnels within,‭ ‬I find my eyes adjusting quickly to the weak torchlights scattered throughout the winding bridges and hallways.‭ ‬Definitely a mine once‭ ‬--‭ ‬maybe still‭ ‬--‭ ‬now scattered with scavenged foodstuffs and other signs of life.‭ ‬A dirty plate here,‭ ‬a spilled cup there,‭ ‬a couple of dropped playing cards.‭ ‬Whoever set up camp down here definitely isn’t the tidy sort.

I continue to skulk forward,‭ ‬staying low and taking cover when I have a chance,‭ ‬keeping my ears open for signs of life and trying to find a single target to bring down.‭ ‬I may not be much against frost troll ambushes,‭ ‬but I’ve fought bandits before.‭ ‬One on one,‭ ‬they aren’t too scary...‭ ‬unless you find one of the leaders,‭ ‬anyway.‭ ‬I’m gonna hope that doesn’t happen until I’m ready for it.

Flexing my fingers,‭ ‬I summon a tiny cinder of flame into my palm,‭ ‬a small spell that I should be able to get some use out of if I can set up an ambush.‭ ‬The sound of humming attracts me toward the mine’s left wing,‭ ‬through a winding tunnel and across a bridge spanning over a pool of low water beneath.‭ ‬Soft humming,‭ ‬a woman I think.‭ ‬All I hear ahead of me is that and the sound of scraping‭ ‬--‭ ‬and as I finally approach into the firelit cavern where she sits,‭ ‬my heart lifts.‭ ‬This is the safest opportunity I’m going to get to whittle down their numbers and get closer to that bounty.‭ ‬The scraping sound comes from a dagger being stroked across a strip of raw hide to sharpen it,‭ ‬flattened against a woodchopping stump.‭ ‬The woman doing the sharpening looks tall,‭ ‬taller than me,‭ ‬bent forward to get a better angle as she sharpens the blade with a rhythmic‭ ‬shnnk,‭ ‬shnnk,‭ ‬shnnk,‭ ‬providing the percussion to her gentle humming.‭ ‬Some nordic tune I’ve heard before but never bothered to learn the words to,‭ ‬if it even had any.

I feel a warm glow in my hand as I tighten my fingers around that little ball of magical fire,‭ ‬inhaling silently as I prepare to cast it forth.‭ ‬I’ve fought enough of these brigand tribes to know that no question of morality is necessary‭ ‬--‭ ‬but as I open my palm,‭ ‬the glow from that ball of flame better illuminates my target.‭ ‬The way her snug leather trousers cling to tightly to the round,‭ ‬supple globes of her backside,‭ ‬squeezed into that tight fabric so generously.‭ ‬My eyes glance down first to take in the woman’s long legs,‭ ‬then up,‭ ‬past a few inches of bare hip to her back,‭ ‬hugged by linen wrappings and a lightweight leather corset.‭ ‬Up further I can see the ringlets of her soft,‭ ‬strawberry blonde hair,‭ ‬spilling down her slender neck.‭ ‬Sure she’s a bandit,‭ ‬and sure,‭ ‬I know I should be throwing this firebolt at her instead of...‭ ‬admiring her the way I am.‭ ‬But I can’t help but feel my throat grow dry,‭ ‬my undergarments growing as snug as those pants she’s wearing.‭ ‬I swallow hard‭ ‬--‭ ‬and she freezes.‭ ‬The humming stops.

‭“‬Who’s there‭?” ‬She whirls around,‭ ‬dropping the leather strip but keeping the dagger held tight,‭ ‬and the flame from my spell illuminates the soft,‭ ‬freckled oval of her face.‭ ‬She’s definitely nord‭ ‬--‭ ‬strongly built,‭ ‬her chest straining against the front laces of her leather jerkin,‭ ‬her eyes big and bright blue.‭ ‬Those eyes quickly find me,‭ ‬skulking in the dark,‭ ‬and flare with fear and anger.‭ ‬I choke on my own throat and shift to cast forth the bolt of flame...‭ ‬but close my hand at the last instant,‭ ‬throwing forward my opposite hand instead and shooting forth a billowing cloud of greenish light,‭ ‬a warped sound rippling around the small cavern outlet as she’s immersed in Illusion magic.

A moment passes and the cloud disperses,‭ ‬and I hear the dagger clatter to the unworked stone floor.‭ ‬Instead of an enraged nord,‭ ‬now,‭ ‬I see a calm expression,‭ ‬even pleasant‭ ‬--‭ ‬the girl’s freckled cheeks flushing a very soft pink,‭ ‬her pupils narrowing a little.‭ ‬The way she looks at me now is not angry,‭ ‬or even frightened,‭ ‬but...‭ ‬adoring.‭ ‬Did I...‭ ‬erm...‭ ‬cast the wrong spell,‭ ‬or...‭?

“So beautiful,‭” ‬she whispers,‭ ‬drawing closer to me.‭ ‬I flinch back,‭ ‬but her more athletic frame easily outspeeds mine,‭ ‬winding her bare arms loosely around my waist and leaning in to nuzzle her nose to mine,‭ ‬her breath warm on my lips.‭ “‬What have I done to deserve to see such a creature as you,‭ ‬dark angel of flame‭?” ‬Her voice has softened,‭ ‬too,‭ ‬now.‭ ‬Enthralled.‭ ‬Almost loving.‭ ‬I need to work on fine-tuning my Calm spells a little better.‭ ‬Or do I‭?

Clearing my throat of a few little stammers,‭ ‬I decide to roll with this.‭ “‬For you are creature of such beauty as well,‭” ‬I whisper,‭ ‬not lying in the slightest as her fixated eyes captivate my own,‭ ‬our gazes locking.‭ ‬I push my nose back to hers,‭ ‬then my lips,‭ ‬my heart racing as she returns my awkward kiss with a tender,‭ ‬impassioned one of her own.‭ ‬Yeah,‭ ‬it was the nord girl’s intoxicating loveliness that stayed my hand in the first place,‭ ‬but I didn’t see myself in this position a few seconds ago...‭ ‬even if it is so warm and sweet and soft....

‭“‬Let me be yours,‭ ‬then,‭” ‬she coos back in an intimate whisper,‭ ‬lips caressing along my own.‭ “‬I want to be yours.‭” ‬Her hands are all over me,‭ ‬aggressively stroking along my hips and back,‭ ‬teasing at my belt before yanking it away,‭ ‬peeling at my robes.‭ ‬I gulp hard,‭ ‬letting out a staccato series of breaths as she strips my clothes away,‭ ‬baring me down to my piercings and panties,‭ ‬the latter strained with the outline of my girlcock‭ ‬--‭ ‬an outline she quickly grabs onto with one firm hand.

‭“‬Have I truly been blessed‭?” ‬she continues before I have a chance to speak,‭ ‬hastily yanking my panties down to bare the stiff,‭ ‬twitching length of my pale gray member,‭ ‬sniffing it before licking lightly,‭ ‬giving it a few slow strokes as she lowers me down to a sitting position on the cavern’s central stump.‭ “‬Has Talos given such a beautiful creature a means of giving me its seed‭? ‬Filling me with its life‭?”

“I,‭ ‬um...‭ ‬it just sorta comes with the package,‭ ‬but uh--aaaAAaahh‭~!” ‬I stammer out as she lowers herself,‭ ‬fitting her chest in my lap and letting my girldick slide up between the laces of her corset,‭ ‬between the smooth,‭ ‬milk-white flesh of her ripe,‭ ‬round breasts.‭ ‬She purrs with excitement as she draws the laces shut,‭ ‬her eyes tilting back up to gaze into mine,‭ ‬refusing to leave them as she cinches her breasts with almost painful tightness around my cock.

‭“‬I should cherish such a gift,‭ ‬if I’m truly so blessed,‭” ‬she whispers,‭ ‬her hands drifting beneath me to grab two firm handfuls of my butt,‭ ‬massaging both petite cheeks as she rocks her chest into me,‭ ‬squeezing her cleavage back and forth along my already painfully hard girldick.‭ ‬I can barely find breath,‭ ‬nor words either,‭ ‬panting with excitement as she takes the most bizarrely submissive lead I’ve ever seen.

I inhale sharply through my teeth,‭ ‬my pale purple eyes drifting shut as I place my hands by my sides,‭ ‬letting out an excited whine as she squishes and pumps her breasts up and down along my shaft,‭ ‬trapped so firmly within her corset.‭ ‬Only the laces between give me a view of the girl’s cleavage,‭ ‬dusted with freckles like her cheeks,‭ ‬squeezed hard around my shaft as she generously attempts to pleasure me‭ ‬--‭ ‬and meeting with immense success.‭ ‬I bite down hard on my lower lip,‭ ‬trying to hold back my squeals of pleasure so as not to alert the rest of the cave’s denizens.‭ ‬I doubt they’d be as...‭ ‬understanding,‭ ‬as my new friend here.

Nonetheless the pleasure becoming overwhelming,‭ ‬and I let out tense,‭ ‬weak little groans of ecstasy as I thrust my hips upward,‭ ‬driving my dark elf girldick up between her tits repeatedly,‭ ‬against the grind of her own adoring,‭ ‬rocking pumps of her chest in my lap.‭ “‬F-fuck...‭ ‬I-I’m gonna...‭” ‬I start to warn her,‭ ‬reaching one hand out to wrap loosely around her shoulders,‭ ‬clawing at her exposed back as she pleasures me with her chest.‭ ‬The indication that I won’t last much longer,‭ ‬however,‭ ‬seems to alert and animate her,‭ ‬her eyes widening.

‭“‬Then I must have you,‭ ‬every drop of you,‭” ‬she gasps,‭ ‬releasing the laces on her corset and letting them loosen,‭ ‬her breasts separating to their natural positions and my cock slipping free of them.‭ ‬It’s mere seconds before she pounces me again,‭ ‬however,‭ ‬pinning me to the tree stump in a sitting position as she undoes the front clasps of her trousers,‭ ‬hastily lowering them without removing them,‭ ‬tucking her legs together and climbing side-saddle into my lap.‭ ‬I have no time to squirm or reposition myself even slightly before a new gasp escapes my lips,‭ ‬a blissful whine leaking from them as I feel the nord girl’s slick,‭ ‬warm womanhood close around me all at once,‭ ‬like a hot sleeve of slick velvet that closes down around me.‭ ‬I had no idea how wet she’d gotten‭ ‬--‭ ‬and so quickly‭ ‬--‭ ‬but now every inch of my cock is swallowed up by the brigand’s drenched pussy.‭ ‬Her hips seem to move wildly,‭ ‬erratic but so focused,‭ ‬yanking her weight upward in my lap before slapping desperately back down onto me,‭ ‬her frantic rhythm so fast I can’t concentrate on anything but the feeling of her hot nord cunt grasping around me,‭ ‬sucking me inside of her.

‭“‬Give it to me,‭ ‬my gray love,‭” ‬she croons,‭ ‬draping her arms around me and pressing her lips hard to mine,‭ ‬her tongue slipping into my mouth invasively as she slams herself hard into my lap,‭ ‬quivering as pleasure shoots through her.‭ “‬Fill me with your warmth...‭ ‬with your beauty...‭ ‬g-give me...‭ ‬give me your seed...‭” ‬she starts to thrust down harder inside of me,‭ ‬and I find myself thrusting against her,‭ ‬my own orgasm imminent,‭ ‬and I can feel her walls clenching and quaking around me as well.‭ “‬...Y-your child...‭!”

My eyes widen at the last instant,‭ ‬but it’s far too late to take anything back.‭ ‬I couldn’t push this marigold-haired northern beauty off of me if I tried‭ ‬--‭ ‬so I don’t try.‭ ‬I just give in,‭ ‬gasping climactically against her lips as I unleash myself inside of her,‭ ‬and even as I cum I can feel her clenching around me,‭ ‬spasm upon spasm shaking through her,‭ ‬her cleavage jiggling as she trembles with pleasure and excitement.‭ ‬Bolt after bolt of my hot seed shoots into her womanhood,‭ ‬deep,‭ ‬burbling up past her natural barriers,‭ ‬and my heart races with the knowledge of what I may have done.‭ ‬I know not the sciences of man and mer and their offspring‭ ‬--‭ ‬what may constitute a breton,‭ ‬for instance‭ ‬--‭ ‬but I know I’ll most likely never find out.‭ ‬I kiss her lips,‭ ‬long and hard,‭ ‬as I unload inside of her.‭ “‬G-gods...‭ ‬I...‭ ‬I didn’t mean to....‭”

“I want it,‭ ‬my love,‭” ‬she whispers,‭ ‬sitting up properly and sitting back down in my lap.‭ “‬And I want more.‭ ‬More and more and more.‭ ‬As much as you have.‭”

I have half a mind‭ ‬--‭ ‬more than half,‭ ‬perhaps‭ ‬--‭ ‬to say yes,‭ ‬until I hear a sound from further down the cavern pathway,‭ ‬from the way I came.‭ ‬I realize all too suddenly that I’m still in a dangerous place,‭ ‬surrounded by brigands,‭ ‬and that my new friend’s cries of climax may well have alerted them.‭ “‬Absolutely,‭ ‬my flower,‭” ‬I reply quickly.‭ “‬Sit up a moment.‭ ‬Finish disrobing,‭ ‬and let me find my...‭” ‬my mind blanks.‭ “‬...Erm...‭ ‬gift,‭ ‬for you.‭”

Her face lightens with a smile,‭ ‬and she kisses me again.‭ “‬Beyond what you’ve given already‭? ‬Truly,‭ ‬I am blessed by Talos.‭” ‬Did not expect that to work.‭ ‬She sits up,‭ ‬though,‭ ‬crawling up off of my lap and facing the opposite wall as she begins to undo the lacing of her leather top...‭ ‬and giving me the moment I need to skulk away.

I feel bad.‭ ‬But,‭ ‬to be fair,‭ ‬I‭ ‬was going to kill her originally.‭ ‬Is...‭ ‬um,‭ ‬potentially impregnating her,‭ ‬really a step down from that‭?

I leave my robes,‭ ‬rushing out as quietly as possible into the outer tunnels.‭ ‬In the moments before I slip away and out of the cave completely,‭ ‬I can see the berry-haired beauty sit up,‭ ‬her lucidity seemingly returning to her,‭ ‬slick with sweat and filled with dunmer spunk.‭ ‬Dumbfounded,‭ ‬she looks around for a moment...‭ ‬then quickly gives up.

‭“‬Huh.‭ ‬Must have been my imagination.‭”