(Warning) We're going to start off pretty vanilla, then get to the good shit. This will also pretty much update as the mood strikes me, but given how many sinful, debased, and oh-so-sexy ideas I have for this, you can probably expect me to update every few days, maybe a few weeks, or so.

Besides that, don't hesitate to post in a review what you guys want to see, and don't hold back the topics. Be as specific or vague as you want, and please for the love of Dibella be honest with your kinks, including but not limited to monster sex.

Book 1: Lydia x M!Dragonborn

Tits. Tits, pussy, and ass all over him. The Dragonborn was used to waking up like this, with the sexiest, sluttiest variety of women Skyrim had to offer in his bed every morning. Pretty often, he would wake up with a pair of plump lips around his cock or his hand in between a woman's legs as she used his body to masturbate. Today was a disappointing exception in Breezehome since his bedmate had already left. Didn't even leave a note.

He grabbed one of the furs off of his bed and stepped over to the kitchen. As Thane of Whiterun, he knew he couldn't continue to put off his political career just to satiate his own desires, but he resolved to stop by the Bannered Mare to meet up with his usual redguard booty call before he went into work so he could deal with this painful morning wood poking out of his cloak. Perhaps he should have put on some pants because he was sure the cold made him shrink half an inch. The chill in his toes was bad enough at the freezing planks he was walking on, but the cold tightening his sack was worse than the erection itself, if not because of the uncomfortable cold then definitely the way it crushed his nuts. Truly, the best way to be comfortable in the frozen north was to have someone with you to warm you up. If not mead, then sex.

He ran down the stairs to his main living room and then into his kitchen, but stopped in his tracks when he saw the fine piece of ass chopping vegetables at the counter, not even a wrap to cover her. She was the housecarl assigned to him after slaying his first dragon. They had a sexually tense relationship, constantly flirting back and forth with the most vulgar of innuendos and violating stares, the woman finding whatever excuse she could to bend over in front of him and the Dragonborn taking advantage by playfully slapping what was being presented to him, but they never crossed that threshold into the bedroom. Last night was when it finally happened after he had run across her in the Drunken Huntsman, having had enough to drink to be tipsy, but not wasted. She wasn't yet stumbling or slurring her speech, but she was clearly more relaxed. She didn't waste any time straddling her lover's lap, grabbing his face and shoving her tongue down his throat which made her one night stand even faster throwing her over his shoulder and taking her home.

Sneaking up behind her as she bent over to peek into the icebox, the Dovahkiin slapped her ass and began grinding his cock in between her cheeks. The nord yelped and stood straight. She was about to turn around and give him the same treatment she gave him in the tavern the night before, but one hand on her breast and two fingers up her pussy, and she was already dripping. She didn't have the strength to grab him. She couldn't even resist being bent over the ice box by his strong hands or letting her moans escape her lips.

"Raghnell!" she gasped, turning her head against the storage container to get a look at the nine inch meat about to enter her, "You surprised me!"

"This is what you get for making me think you left, Lydia," the Dragonborn said with a grin, his red hair dropping to his chest like a furious mane and his golden eyes glaring at her harshly, "Now, you've got to deal with this big problem I'm having this morning."

Lydia bit her lip in anticipation, her pupils dilated in desire and her mouth beginning to water. Like Oblivion was she about to argue! After the kind of stuff he did to her last night, and the fact that she was still having trouble walking, just the thought of him entering her one more time had already made her inner thighs glisten with her juices. She gripped the edges of the box tightly and prepared herself. The moan she shouted when he entered her, though, had probably woken up the neighbors… in Elsweyr.

Raghnell only waited a second for Lydia's walls to adjust before he began pumping his hips, moving slowly at first, allowing the entire length of his cock to slide in and out of her, enjoying the friction of her wet pussy clenched around his most sensitive bits. A whimper came from the back of the bitch's throat which she tried to bite back. She bit her lip to try to keep the sound at bay, but Raghnell's cock was too big, stretching her walls too wide to ignore the way it made her legs quiver. When he started pumping faster, her whimpers turned to a squeak behind her mouth she was desperately trying to keep closed. When his hips started smacking against her ass, she broke out and whined loudly, her voice rising and falling in pitch with every thrust, and she thanked Dibella she had something to brace against. The box shook with every thrust, slamming into the wall behind it every time her hips pushed it. Her nails dug into the wood until they pierced the thick bark, her back arching to get that cock deeper inside of her, but Raghnell grabbing her hair and pushing her down again sent her over the edge. Her abdomen began twisting in knots, her legs straightening out and toes curling as she felt release approaching. She began moaning into the wood underneath loud enough to rival banshees, but she only screamed when Raghnell's guttural grunts turned into a howl, climaxing at the same time she did, filling her up with his hot cum which spilled out of her pussy onto the floor.

He wasn't done yet. Lydia was his bitch right now, and Raghnell was going to make sure she knew it, so he pulled her off the fridge and dropped her to the ground. On all fours, he grabbed her hair tightly and pulled her back into him by the hip as he buried his mammoth dick in her once again.

"Fuck me! Fuck me like a cheap whore!" Lydia shouted. She loved being treated like shit. None of the other nord men in Skyrim could keep up with that desire, but Raghnell had no problem reminding her of her place. She moaned highly when he smacked her ass. He threw himself over her and pushed against her back until her cheek was pressing against the ground and thrust into her faster and faster. She lifted her ass in the air to get more of that cock in her. She had just climaxed but she already needed as much of it inside her as she could fit, so she pressed into him, and he did the same by rubbing her clit to pull her to him.

She was screaming now. If the force he was ploughing her with wasn't doing it, fingering her nub did the job to break her mind. She couldn't think of anything else other than the heavenly pleasure he was filling her with, making her cum over and over again without letting up his thrusts. He just kept pumping into her, his growls and grunts turning into gasps and moans. Suddenly, Lydia could feel her stomach tightening up one more time, making her screams catch in her throat, her walls starting to clench up once again, and Raghnell met her tightening by picking up his pace in an uncontrollable manner, his cock stiffening just before he finished.

The climax was twice as hard this time. The euphoria was so intense, so godly that Lydia's vision turned to black, literally blinding her with pleasure as his semen filled her up once again, her stomach distending from how much cum there was. Raghnell stiffened his grip on Lydia's clit, unable to move his fingers, or hips, and unable to breath as he released his entire load into Lydia's pussy.

They collapsed on the floor in a panting mess. They were sweating, Skyrim's winter air chilling them to the bone, but at least the room was warming up thanks to the heat of passion. Or hot, rough, sinful sex. Or a fun morning of fucking. Whichever. Either way, the room was now stifling hot compared to before.

Raghnell sighed heavily, happily, kissing Lydia's shoulders and neck softly a few times before he stood up and dropped into the nearest chair, turning to face the woman still lying on the ground in a pool of his cum still dripping out of her and admiring his work. Smiling, he patted himself on the back at how long and with how much effort it took her to stand back up. It took her a full minute, but Lydia was finally able to find her footing long enough only to fall to her knees in between Raghnell's legs and grin lustily at his dick. All she could think about was that rod. Nothing would satisfy her anymore after that morning, but she wasn't opposed to that. Feeling the wrath of the gods between her legs was something any woman should be proud to say she claimed.

Digging her nails into his thighs, Raghnell grabbed the base of his now flacid pole and slapped her face with it a few times triumphantly, letting her know that she was his whore from now on and that his dick would be her toy. She closed her eyes and leaned into her beating. After a few smacks, she wrapped her hands around it gently, almost lovingly, and rubbed her cheek against it like it was the only thing that gave her joy.

This was a burden she didn't mind carrying.

(A/N) The next one will still be pretty vanilla with a genderbent Dragonborn to get things rolling. Straight sex. After that, we'll get things like lesbians, slashes, gangs, bondage, slave/pet/predator play, but it won't be very long after that, nor in real time before we get to werewolves, giants, falmer, draugr, etc. And yes, bestiality, you sick, twisted fucks whom I love dearly. Once the series has been established as "one of those," which is the plan in case you haven't realized it, that's when I'll start writing one shots without any rhyme, reason, or consistent theme. We could go all the way from Elisif being tied down and pounded by Elenwen for political reasons (hellooo~ guess I'm saving that one) to a khajiit breeding slave being used by an entire orc stronghold filled with nothing but futanari. (Actually, that sounds pretty good, too.)

Be prepared for some sexy and fucked up shit.