Hello, ! My name, or username, is Silvercrest-Anarchist and I am going to being writing for you today! I would like to inform that this is my first story via this account, but not on this sight, and that most of my stories will be either Skyrim or Mass Effect. Now there might be, might be, others, but I'm sure quite yet. But this story is going to a Skyrim Lemon, and not a one-shot. This series will contain Dragonborn twins, yep, twins, that have already done all the story lines, including the four guilds and DLCs, which, I believe, if we're talking main story lines, that talks about all of them, and, yes, the Alduin one too. WARNINGS: The twins are futa Dunmers and this will have a lot of sex, including many kinks, and obviously, one of those will be double penetration. Ya know, with them being twins.
Silvercrest-Anarchist's P.O.V.
Let me spin you a tale. A tale of two woman with the power of ancient sentient beings. The Thu'um. Or shout in our tongue. Now these women were not what the Nords expected when the told tales of the last great Dovahkiin, or Dragonborn. Well, first off, they were expecting there to be only one. Secondly, they were expecting them to be Nords, not Dunmer, Dark Elves of Morrowind.
But these two woman have saved Skyrim, and Tamriel, from Dragons, then Skyrim from the Eye of Magnus at the hands of a Thalmor agent. Then saved the world from the Vampire's destroying the sun, and Solstheim from being captured by Miraak. Then redeemed and saved the Circle of the Companions from the Silver Hand and killed the corrupt Mercer Frey and restored the Nightingales and the Thieves' Guild. Then they assassinated the Emperor of Tamriel and purged the Dark Brotherhood of the traitor Astrid and brought power back to Sithis, the Night Mother, and the Dark Brotherhood.
Who are these Dunmeri sisters, you might ask?
Quinn of Nightfall, and the eldest by a few seconds, is the darker of the two. She enjoyed their time in the Dark Brotherhood and the Thieves' Guild far more than her sister did. She kills without remorse, steals from the rich and poor alike, and she does it all with a smile and a merry chuckle. She has no problem with lurking in the shadows, listening to conversations, getting her hands dirty, and taking advantage of women everywhere. When the Dawnguard and the Volkihar were waging war, her sister and her, instead of a final battle, held a conference between the two factions, and as you can guess she was the head honcho for the vampires' council. She wields the sword blessed by the Mother of Thieves, the Nightingale Blade, with the armor and bow to match. In her left hands, she uses the spell that all Vampire's use, Drain Life, being a Vampire Lord and all.
Ivy of Sunrise, the younger, is the more civilized of the two. She loved her time learning with the Mages of the College of Winterhold and hone her swordplay with the Companions of Jorrvaskr. She'll fight off the living dead in the crypts of this frozen land that is Skyrim, then turn right around and help the priests and priestesses heal a wounded soldier. She prefers to be out in the sunlight, reading spell tomes and scrolls, helping the guards against bandit raids, but she, unlike her sister, prefers an emotional connection to her lover. But many a times has she been persuaded by her older sister to help her "take care" of a "friend" she met down in the tavern. Obviously, she took the side of the Dawnguard when negotiating with the vampires. She charges into battle with the Akaviri Sword given to her by Dexion Evicus in her right hand, a plethora of Restoration spells in her left. For sticky situations, she has slung across her back the Staff of Magnus and she wears the Dawnguard Light Armor, but swapped out the helm for the Aetherial Crown.
These twins may seem like stark opposites, but they couldn't be more of the best of friends. They go and do everything together, even if it means going against their own alignment, they're inseparable. And this, my friends, is where are story begins, with the twins and their ladyfriends that they are currently with and they've been with in the past…
Ivy of Sunrise's P.O.V.
I wiped the tears from eyes, my sides aching from laughing so much. I look up as Lydia, a bright smile on her face, gets up from her seat around the hearth and goes to the small table in the dining room. Quinn of Nightfall, my identical twin, well except for the eyes, hers being amber orange from being a Vampire Lord and all gets up. She has the same jet black, wavy hair that reaches the small of her back hanging loosely and unbound as mine. The same wiry build, with the same B-cup breasts, soft yet defined features, same curves, identical right down the same great asses and nine-inch dicks.
She stop up next, I quickly following suit. Now, I guess most would say our relationship wasn't normal. I guess it is technically incest, but we don't care, and neither does any of the women we've ever been with, together or separate. She leaned forward, giving me a quick kiss on the lips, with that smile from laughing still plastered on her face. "Night." She chuckles and heads for the stairs. I watch as she walks up, and then turns right towards our bedroom, before I turn my attention towards the brown-haired housecarl, who's currently leaning over the table, rearranging it. She wears her night clothes, which consists of black wool pants and a loose, white, sleeveless midriff. Being a Nord and all, she could probably walk outside like that and still not be cold.
Her breast were twice the size of mine, and her ass was bigger, but that doesn't mean my rump was supreme. But, Mephala, was she delicious. Her sharp features, her wavy chocolate brown hair, her calf brown eyes, her curves, and as previously mentioned, her breast and ass. I crept up silently behind, my own attire being a snow bear pelt white pants and a matching white bra, no underwear, shirt, nothing. Quinn wore the same outfit, just composed of black cave bear pelts instead, whenever we were home, this is all we ever wear.
I wrap my arms around the Nord's wide hips, peppering the back of her neck with light kisses. She straightens out slightly, bracing herself by gripping the edge of the table, a moan already releasing emitting from her lips.
"My Thane…" She moaned deeply but quietly. "It's been so long…"
"I know. Quinn's recent stunt had me wrapped up with some pretty dark things for the past few months. How about we make up for lost time?"
In response, she ground her hips into mine, her magnificent rear making me fully erect in seconds. I move around to face her, sitting down on the kitchen table's bench and hastily pulling her down on top of me. My mouth finds hers in a sloppy kiss, my tongue lapping at her mouth, clashing with her tongue, searching the inside of her mouth. I slide my hands up her lower back and up into the back of her loose shirt, grabbing it from the inside and pulling it over her head, revealing her snow white mounds topped with erect pink nipples. Her own hands wrapping around my back, her calloused hands brushing against my bare skin, causing a shiver to run down my spine as she unhooks my bra and it falls to the floor. Her rough hands palm my breast and my sensitive peaks, making my eyes roll to the back of my head momentarily.
She grinds down, bucking her sex against mine as I cup the underside of her breast, and moving towards her left tit. I wrap my lips around it, messily slurping. My tongue licked over it, sucking on it occasionally, and ever so often biting down. When I finally pulled back and looked at my sloppy handiwork, her right breast was covered in saliva. When she stood, strings of slobber hang from her nipple and the bottom of her boob. She dips her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and underwear, pushing them down together, revealing her hairless womanhood. I stare at it in all of it's glorious wetness as she reaches out and yanks down my pants swiftly, my full nine-inch cock springing free with a sigh of relief.
I follow her fixated gaze down to my member, the hairless, throbbing organ standing at attention, a pair of hefty balls hanging with pride. After a short moment, Lydia surges forward, her knees on the bench on the outside of my thighs, brushing them gently. Her calloused hands grip the base of shaft, pressing the head against her wonderful opening, before swiftly and smoothly slamming down. The feeling of her warm, wet, and extremely tight was so overwhelming after such a long time, then the way she rocked back, her plump ass rolling on my sac almost sent me over the edge before I reigned it in.
She wraps her arms around my neck, lowering herself down, pressing her lips against mine with passion as she rolls her hips against mine. I snake my arms around her waist as I feel her tongue start exploring my mouth, my hands dipping a little lower, gripping a cheek in each hand, molding the firm flesh as she starts rising to the tip and slamming back down at an agonizingly slow pace. As she starts picking up speed, I meet her bounces with hard thrusts, matching the timing, at the same time, her tongue dominates my mouth without resistance, or care.
Soon, I can't restrain myself any longer and start bucking up at her as hard and fast as I can, her own need taking place and she hops, grinds, and rides my dick mercilessly. Her hands slip from my neck and she slides down her own body until they're planted firmly over my hands while I grope each cheek. She grabs my hands in hers and slides them up until one hand has them pinned together above my head and the other does something else. In a moment, she has my hands bound with a leather strip and attached to a familiar hook above the table. I grin up to her as we're a position that we have been in more than one time before.
I groan as I feel her rough hands reach down and start handling my ass as hard and as demanding as she wants, moaning like a whore at the feeling of her beating my meat, my tip kissing her womb. Her hands spreading my cheeks, squeezing them, and brushing against my backdoor all push me closer to my release. She removes a hand from my ass and I know what's next, as she produces the hilt of an iron dagger. The blade was professionally removed, leaving the crossguard and the thick wooden and iron hilt about five inches long and three inches thick. I shudder with anticipation.
I watch as she lowers it until it slips from my sight and I feel the freezing material press against my anus. She slower pushes it until the crossguard presses against either asscheek, I moan loader, sounding like a Grade A wanton bar whore at the feeling of the cold, thick, solid object sits unmoving in my ass as she occasionally prods it and continues to roughly grope my cheeks. Soon, with the feeling of her riding me and the hardness of the hilt filling my anus brings me close to my climax.
With one final thrust, I spray my seed into Lydia's womb, her walls grip me even tighter, cumming with a low groan, as she milks me for extra, making spurt more ropes into her. When it finally ends, she lays her forehead on mine.
"I love it when you dominate me." I moan, shifting at the great feeling in my ass.
She pulls off my rod, our combine juices spilling onto my balls, her hand gripping the hefty, bald sac, coming back with a mainly white soaked hand. I watch as my cock starts to throb again at the sight of Lydia licking each finger, except her middle finger, then licking her palm. "Suck." She commands. Making a fist except with her middle finger, pressing her finger tip to my lips. With eagerness, I take the whole thing into my mouth and sucking our combined orgasmic juices. "Yeah, me too, Thane." I groan in ecstasy as she lowers herself back down onto me completely.
"Ahem." A clearing of the throat comes from across the room, revealing none other than my completely nude twin, Quinn, watching as she leisurely and lazily strokes her own erect cock.
"Thane Quinn!" Lydia pulls her hand from my mouth and using her forearm to cover her nipples.
"'Sup sis?" I asked, not perturbed in the slightest by her seeing me in such a position, she knows I'm very submissive… most of the time.
"Not much." She strolls over slowly, produce a steel dagger and raising it to cut my bindings. I rub my wrist as I watch Quinn, with incredible speed, binds Lydia hands and hook them on the hook above her head. "Now it's time for you to give in for a little while, Lydia. And you've got sometime to make up, so, we'll just double it." Quinn's voice is low, sultry, and cold, like silk wrapped around steel. I continue watching as she rubs her hardened nubs against Lydia's back, and then, I know when she starts to enter because Lydia's posture becomes rigid and her jaw clenches. Also, I know when Quinn is fully inside Lydia's ass when I feel something touch my wet sac, her own hefty sac.
She's nice enough to at least give Lydia time to adjust to being double penetrated. When her back finally release, I snake my arms around, never having the intent of going for Lydia, but passing the housecarl and groping at my just barely older sister's ass as we slowly start moving inside of her, slowly at first, but in three seconds flat, we're pumping in and out of her as hard and as fast as we can, whenever Quinn's in, I'm out, whenever I'm in, she's out.
Her tongue slips out of her mouth and hangs loosely from her lips spread in the biggest open-mouthed smile, eyes full of joy. "Fuck me, Thanes! Fuck my brains out!"
We're fucking her silly… And I couldn't enjoy it more.
Her posture from being destroyed is extremely arched, pressing my face in between her breast, and without hesitation I lap at the valley between her breast, covering it in saliva. I look up between her marvelous globes, just in time to see Quinn gather all of Lydia's long, flowing hair in one hand, and pulling it back, so now her back is painfully arched, her hair is pulled, forcing her head to snap back, and her mouth changes from dangling tongue to it making a small "o".
"Quinn…" I groan lowly.
"I'm close too, lil' sis…" She pulls Lydia's hair harder, looking over her shoulder. "On three."
"One!" I moan loudly, as we thrust in together.
"Two!" We unsheathe in unison.
"Three!" We slam into the Nord as hard as we can, and tighten against Quinn's, hers doing the same against mine, I feel my balls erupting like the Red Mountain inside of her, filling her womb, Quinn filling her ass. We sit there in silence for the longest moment, only the sound of our huffing and puffing filling the room.
"Alright, Ivy, she's all yours. Don't take two long, I like to grope you in my sleep." She grins, sliding out, her seed spilling out and revealing her sperm covered shaft. "Little clean-up job, sis?"
"Mount my shoulders." I grin. She climbs up, putting her ass in Lydia's face and pressing her head to my lips. I reach around, grabbing two hands full of greyish-blue ass and pushing her forward until her whole thick, pulsing, meat rod is in my mouth and throat and her balls press to my chin. With the minimal room to move I have, I move half off, then taking her completely into my throat again. I swirl my tongue around her shaft, cleaning the salty liquid off of her cock before putting my tongue back at the bottom of my mouth and bobbing my head and sucking until I feel my older sister's balls clench on my throat and spraying her seed down my throat, which I happily drink until the tap runs dry.
She sits on my shoulders a moment longer, before sliding off. "Thank you, love."
"Hey, could you get the hilt out of my ass?"
"Sure." Her hand slides down my back slowly, making me shiver, and her fingers curl around the crossguard and pulls it out very agonizingly slowly, making me sad almost at the empty feeling. But she slides the thick hilt between her plump lips, licking it clean, proving she's as kinky, if not kinkier, than me. "Here you go." She hands the wet banded wood. "See ya, soon, sis." She saunters up the stairs, showing her still long and thick, but limp, cock.
I gently lower Lydia to the ground, then slipping out, only to immediately plug the opening, bottling the sperm up inside of her hairless womanhood. I slide up, straddling her chest and leveling my head with her plump, red lips. I slowly slide in until my whole cock is in her throat, then I reposition for easier access, and start viciously slamming in and out of her mouth.
This is the effect sex with Quinn has on me, violent and sexual urges, usually at once.
I hunch over as she moans and tightens her throat around my fast, in and out dick. Her throat feels so tight great around my throbbing, needy shaft as I buck against her face, completely dominating her orally. Soon, my third orgasm of the night rises and I release my seed deep into her throat and she just moans like a bar whore, and some of the sticky liquid over flows and runs down the side of her cheeks and onto the stone floor beneath me.
I slide out, cock soft and having the same thickness and length as Quinn when she strutted off. Lydia looked like a real harlot laying with cum on her face, some puddling around her hips that spilled out of her ass, and a plug in her neither lips, and she had just the smallest smile on her face.
"Good night, Thane." She whispers.
"Night!" I chirp as I jog up the stairs to my bed with Quinn.
"Hey, beautiful." She smirks as I slide into her arms, feeling her soft cock against my ass.
"Night!" I chirp to her cheerfully, too, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. She kisses my left ear, right on the pointed tip slowly just before I asleep.