This is shameless and written purely out of a random thought I had while playing a part of the Dawnguard quest. So please, enjoy.

This is all consensual, my Dragonborn is just really slutty and fine with spreading her legs for anyone.

The Dragonborn was beyond surprised by the attack, her skills were almost unmatched. She was on a quest from the Dawnguard, a new weapon had been discovered and it was up to her to get it. She had left Serena in Castle Dawnguard, not expecting to need help. But the trap activated and even her heavily armored form fell to the ground and the ropes spread across her body. If her skills weren't with the sword, she could have used magic to burn away the new confines on her body.

Zaath had her helmet yanked off of her head as a twisted face came into her view. The Falmer raised the butt of his sword and struck it upon her temple. The pain shattered her consciousness and made her fade into black. The thoughts of disbelief and the resignation of death crossed her mind.

Zaath wondered where she would go after death. Her vision was returning and she woke hearing soft grunts and guttural speech. Damp and musty earth greeted her nose. She stared ahead as the last blurry dots left her vision.

She was underground, her arms bound behind her and her legs spread out on the damp earth. Her back ached and her arms were numb and beginning to prickle. The Breton woman exhaled and craned her head around. The Falmer had taken her captive. She hadn't known they had a shred of mercy in their veins.

But it seemed so.

The grunts nearby caught her attention and she turned her head to the right. She was within one of their crude tents, her hair was in the dirt. What she saw caught her by surprise and her face heated.

It was a male and female Falmer, laying and writhing in the dirt, his hips thrusting in between her legs. They were fucking. Zaath closed her eyes and tried to shut out her now heightened sense of hearing. She could hear the slick slurps of him entering her repeatedly.

That burn began in her stomach and spread throughout her body, aching and causing her to feel empty and desperate. It had been a long time since she had the pleasure of a cock. She would have gotten one of her companions to fuck her after this quest was over... But now she didn't want to wait.

The male began moving faster and growling, his shuddering exhale signaled his release. The female's body arched with his. He pulled out and put the loincloth back over his thin pelvis. The Falmer crept back out of the tent. But another quickly entered and knelt between the legs of the female.

Zaath closed her eyes and tried to reason out this scenario. There were noticeably less female's than males within the caves, perhaps it was up to the males to make a female pregnant with as much potency as possible. Which meant more males got to have a go at one female.

The raspy moans of the female were louder this time and the slap of skin carried around the tent. Zaath was disgusted at how aroused she had become. She knew her crotch was soaked and her body craved to be entered and ravaged.

She spread her knees and bit her lip, eyes rolling back as she heard the female orgasm. Zaath felt the slightest release at the buck of her hips.

What she hadn't expected was the shuffling movement above her. Her eyes snapped open and she saw a male Falmer leering over her, his loin cloth pulled aside and a long thin cock sitting fully erect.

"Oh." She gaped.

He straddled her chest and put his cock at her mouth, she winced and kept her lips closed. Yet, an overwhelming desire welled up in her. She exhaled and leaned forward, taking his head in her mouth and moaning. It was bitter but throbbing for her attention.

She could take the thin and almost sharp manhood in the back of her throat. His muddy taste making it all the more foreign and exciting. Her pussy was pulsing and she yearned for touch. Her armor was gone and she was left in a thin shirt and pants. The damp air felt clammy against her warm skin.

He was unusually hard compared to any other male she had ever felt. She wondered if he was like some animals, having an always erect penis. He pulled out of her mouth and crawled down her lean body. The sharp hands pulled at her pants and she lifted her hips to help him get her pants off. She felt her juices catch on her underwear and fall against her thigh.

She was breathing heavily and her eyes were seeing stars. His cock entered her sharply and began a vigorous rhythm in her swollen and soaked pussy. She moaned in pleasure as the little greasy cock pounded into her. It hit the right places within her.

It felt so wrong. The thorough fucking she was receiving from a creature she normally slaughtered on sight. Her body was shaking and fighting against the pleasure, but it was impossible for her to fight her orgasm as the Falmer spilled his cum inside her. It was overly sticky and warm, clinging to her insides and making her feel warm and satisfied.

Her moans of pleasure faded as she rolled her eyes back in her head. His cum was sliding out of her. Zaath was recovering when she realized there were more males now standing within the tent. Her moans must had drawn them in. Their hands were all on their cocks, stroking and readying for their turn on the above-ground female.

Zaath stared but her body warmed. She had never been with more than one person at a time... Let alone things that seemed like monsters. But the other five males waited eagerly for the previous male to leave her body prone for their exploration.

Once the first male left her, the next crawled up to her and made a gurgling sound in his throat, long tongue licking his lips. He put his mouth between her legs and began suckling and lapping away the seed of the last male, cleaning her up for himself. Zaath cried out as the long slimy tongue delved into her body and suckled at her clit with rotted fangs. It felt unholy.

Before she knew there were two Falmer rubbing their cocks above her face, trying to get them within her mouth. She felt the pleasure and filthy desire to be naughty, to suck on these monsters and hold their cum in her mouth. She moaned and brought her lips around one, licking fiercely and moaning as the other one worked his tongue up into the furthest reaches of her pussy.

"Yes, oh, more!" She managed before switching to the other eager cock.

She felt a cock fill her and slide in easily, making a slippery noise as it was welcomed by her juice and the seed left behind. It thrust into her hard, snarling and fucking her until she saw stars. The other two Falmer snarled at her to pleasure them, the other two stood at a distance, rubbing violently at their engorged members.

Zaath was moaning lewdly the whole time. Her body felt alive and so filthy, it was a deep craving she didn't know she'd had. The Falmer humping her pussy didn't last long, his ragged breaths came with a gush of more seed spilling into her womb. One of the bystanders jumped in screeching and drove his cock into her impossibly wet entrance. She knew her pussy was utterly soaked in cum and swollen with need.

The thrusts and spilling of cum became a blur, they took turns pounding her senseless. Their small and sometimes almost deformed cocks doing wonders in her body. She realized that the size truly didn't matter for pleasure, the excitement of more than one partner driving her body into maddening ecstasy.

They pulled her up and cut her bindings, shoving her onto her knees and making her brace herself up by the elbows. Zaath's eyes widened when she felt the trickle of thick seed pour out of her womanhood and down the back of her thighs. There was so much.

She gasped as another entered her and took her from behind, clawed hands digging into her hips. The upward angle dug into her most pleasurable spot and made her scream.

"Oh, yes!" She arched and begged for more.

They seemed to have few limitations of their stamina or supply of semen. Before she knew it there was cum in her mouth and all over her back, she didn't want to know how much was crammed into her pussy. It tasted musty and was sticking to her throat as she tried to swallow it. The males seemed very pleased with their handiwork. There were more males in the tent than she originally thought, at least eight of them stood around her with their cocks out and starting to retract.

She collapsed and breathed deeply, her core sending tingles down her body as her pleasure started to fade. The cum inside her slid out in what felt like a river down her thighs and onto the ground. Zaath sat up and looked at her body, admiring the splatters of white all over her torso and breasts. Between her legs and the dirt around was absolutely soaked with cum. The sight of the white liquids oozing out of her body made her shiver and grin. No man had ever given her that much cum, or pleasure, in a single go.

In the back of her mind she knew she had to finish her quest, that there was an artifact within the Dwemer halls necessary to her cause. But she didn't want to go quite yet. She could use a few more rounds of that fucking.

Florentius leaned on the enchanting table heavily, that presence and powerful sense of right or wrong, a voice to guide him. Arkay was about to show him a vision. He saw her face, her lovely and scarred up face that was traced with paint. The Dragonborn, who was currently fetching a weapon from a Dwemer ruin. Florentius gasped when he saw what was happening.

She was utterly bare in the low light, within a curved structure deep within the earth. Around her were multiple Falmer, fucking her and spilling their cum onto her. She was moaning and seemed to be begging for more. He tried not to view her up close, where he could see her lovely womanhood soaked with seed and her panting and asking for pleasure.

When the vision dispersed, he was gripping the table as his armor felt hot and his pants were too tight.

"A-Arkay... Why have you shown me this?"

"You will cleanse her upon her return. Give her a potion to cure what disease she may have contracted from this mindless endeavor." The voice rang in his head.

"I-I..." Florentius was speechless as he fought the raging arousal in his pants.

"If she so desires, cure her of this lust yourself."

His face flushed.

"I desire her."

"She will meet your needs."

Florentius felt his face heat up and he left the main area quickly, scaling the stairs to escape from the open area. Even though it was night, he feared that his arousal would be noticed. He made it to the upper levels and went into an abandoned bedroom, covered in dust and cobwebs. The cot was over in the corner and there was a small dresser against the wall.

He sat down on the cot and undid his armor quickly. His erection was throbbing and it sprung free into the palm of his hand. Florentius gasped and stroked his shaft till his body shook. All he envisioned was Zaath gasping and moaning for his cock like she did for those creatures in the dark of the caves. Those thoughts made his cock convulse and spill out his cum.

The follower lay back on the cot and caught his breath. He had to fuck her, he couldn't handle it. Most would find her pleasure towards the creatures filthy, but he found it arousing. All those little cocks going inside her was so wrong and so daring.

"Zaath... You beautiful whore." He gasped and closed his eyes, yearning for her.

Lol so I've got a little bit of the next part written, let me know if y'all wanna read more of this trash.