(A/N) It has been way too long. So, after hearing all of your requests, I've got a few chapters planned out and I'm going to pump them out as rapid fire as I possibly can. Enjoy you sick fucks~!
Book 4: F!Dragonborn x Sabre Cat
The Dawnguard had to be some of the most annoying fuckers in all of Skyrim. They were trying to recruit people in every single city, and they weren't all that polite about it, basically stalking people down alleyways, and all to hunt an as of yet nonexistent vampire threat. Vampires were some of the most dangerous creatures in all of Tamriel, so it gained some attention from the masses. As of yet, though, no one had heard anything about the disappearing caravans or the desecrated holy sites that the Dawnguard waxed poetic about.
Vampires were incredibly deadly, being faster and stronger than any other race of humanoids on all of Tamriel, if not all of Nirn, and regularly captured mortals for their sick games. They were master necromancers, and many made it a habit to dominate the minds of beasts to employ in their service. If there was such a big threat to the safety of Nirn like the Dawnguard thought there was, people would know since an assault so large to conquer all of humanity would be impossible to hide. And they wanted to recruit hunters?
At the same time, vampires had hordes of monsters and beasts at their command, could raise and construct any type of undead or daedric monstrosity they pleased, and had the strength and dexterity of twenty grown men. Kira signed up for the Dawnguard almost immediately.
However, Kira knew almost right away that this "Isran" guy who resurrected the Dawnguard might not have been crazy after all, since the moment she walked into the fort he and his hunter's appropriated, she found out that the Vigilants of Stendarr had been entirely wiped out by this menace. The very director of the Vigil claimed as much, and if he wasn't a reliable source to his family's destruction, Kira didn't know what was. The vampires were searching for something. Somewhere on the mountain that the Vigil held its monastery was crypt called "Dimhollow," and the vampires annihilated every last Vigilant they could find before pouncing on those hallowed grounds that the Vigil had sworn to protect.
As Kira walked further North on her way to Dawnstar, her pussy quivered more and more. The prospect that some kind of ancient evil could be returning to Tamriel, or the dirty and imaginative scenarios that these creatures, the most alluring and sensual of all monsters, could put her in was too much for her to bare. She just couldn't help but wonder what a vampire cock must feel like. Not to mention how their demonic hounds would pump into their mates until they were filled with cum, or the gargoyles would dominate you and take you as they pleased since they knew nothing but savagery and desire.
Fuck! Kira was losing her mind. She was biting into her lip so hard, so distracted with her thoughts, that she didn't see the frostbite spiders until they were almost on her.
The crackling of their chitin was enough to knock her out of her thoughts. They tried to pounce on her from above, but with her heightened dragon senses, she could see where their venom was falling and plot out an escape path from there, only one of them spat a wad of webbing at her and pinned her arm to a tree.
The spiders wasted no time. They charged at her as she tried to pull her hand free, summoning fire magic into her palm to burn away the webbings, onlys he wasn't budging. Just as they were about to jump on her, she shot them a glare.
"Oh, you little shits," she said just before they jumped, "YUL TOOR SHUL."
Hundreds of pounds of napalm fired from Kira's throat. She was a dragonborn, and by extension, one of the most powerful beings in the history of Tamriel, descendent of the literal god or divine being- whichever one preferred -Tiber Septim, so bugs like these were nothing. They were just bugs. Her voice was the single most powerful weapons in all of existence. She could topple mountains, lay waste to entire armies, or cause instant death just by whispering a few words in the dragon tongue.
Her body could handle her own dragonfire. First of all, it was a part of her own soul so it wasn't going to hurt her, and second, after swallowing the souls of dozens of Dovah, her body has become almost immune to the ancient power of Thu'um. Her clothing on the other hand…?
"Oh, come on! I literally just bought that blouse. That was my favorite corset, too! Aw, Delphine is going to kill me. It was a gift!" she grumbled.
As she continued to bitch about her situation, she burned her hand the rest of the way out of the webbing and tore off the last remaining piece of cloth off of her body, exposing her naked body to the world. Sighing, she took stock of the area around her. The forest had been completely decimated, the snow melted, and even the trail had been replaced by scorched earth, licks of flame still sputtering out on the ground. The carcasses of the spiders had mostly been destroyed. Only a few limbs and some green goop could be found littered around the area, and the trees surrounding the crater were tilted inwards, looking like they'd collapse if a bit of pressure was pushed in on them.
Yeah, crater seemed like an apt word for it. She had seen dragonfire level all of Helgen before from none other than Alduin himself, so the next most powerful dragon in all of existence leveling the playing field like this wasn't that much of a stretch. If anyone else had been present, they would either be dead or blown halfway to High Rock.
Kira sighed and began walking around the area. She didn't have a sword, an axe, or any weapon to speak of at this point, her backpack and everything in it was now ash, and all of her armor had been burned off her body. She had magic, but she was by no means a mage. The most powerful spell she knew was the Mystic Inventory where she could store an unlimited amount of supplies, including hundreds of spare sets of clothes and plenty of back up weapons, but for a mage of her skill level, it would take at least thirty minutes to open up.
In other words, if anything larger than a wolf decided to come and attack her within the next half hour, she would get fucked, either literally or figuratively. Actually, considering this was Skyrim, it would probably be both. It was common knowledge that bandits were rapists. The beasts and monsters of Skyrim, however, were some of the most unique creatures in the entire world considering that very few of them could resist the sight of a completely bare naked nord woman like her. Kira was a looker, too. Maybe it was the years of adventuring under her belt, a good set of genes, but her tits were huge, her waist was thin, legs were long, features were fair, lips were plump, ass was nice and fat, and her hair was as luxurious as Dibella's own pussy. She was also pretty muscular. It was probably why she always got lucky whenever she bent over and presented herself to whatever she pleased.
She froze when she felt the hot breath on her back. Why couldn't she hear the bastard when it was sneaking up on her? She could feel the fangs pressing into her neck gently, letting her know that he could kill at her a moment's notice before sniffing his way down her back. She risked a look over her shoulder and saw the biggest sabre cat she had ever come across.
Was it wrong to say her pussy was dripping at the danger she was in? Probably, but that wasn't exactly out of character for her.
She bit back a moan and clenched her fists when it started sniffing the small of her back. She didn't realize she was sweating until it started licking off the sweat from her waist, just off the top of her ass where the curve started. She tried to hold it back when he started licking lower. She really didn't want to provoke that thing, but its tongue just kept lapping lower and lower until it was basically playing with her ass cheeks. It's tongue was so strong that every time it hit her, her ass would bounce. It was like it was playing with her, and as soon as that dominating thought hit her mind, she let out the most guttural moan possible.
Her eyes went ride. The sabre cat huffed at her, but it didn't do anything to hurt her, instead sniffing her a few times in between her legs. Kira already knew she was wet. The question was if the beast would pick up on her pheromones and take advantage of her. Glancing over her shoulder again, she met it with pleading eyes.
"Oh, fuck! Yeah, juuuust like that!" she squeaked when she felt that tongue lick her ass.
It wasn't just hitting her cheeks this time. It was lapping right through to her asshole, sticking its tongue inside of her and hitting pleasure points she had never even knew she had. No one, man or beast had ever tongued her like this, and she was screaming in pleasure, howling loud enough for anything nearby to catch wind of what was going on.
Arching backwards, she stood on the tips of her toes as they curled in the carnal desires that the cat's coarse, almost vibrating tongue was giving her. She couldn't hold back the moans anymore. Mentally, she couldn't even process something this beautiful, and brought her hand up to her mouth and bit her finger so hard it bled as if that would somehow help bring her back down to earth. It didn't. It only helped long for her to process how great of an orgasm that beast had brought her to just before she fell face first on the ground.
She had blacked out for just a second. Blinking her eyes open, she squirmed just enough to feel the weight of the sabre cat's paw pressing into her back as it sniffed her hair, but she had just enough wiggle room to turn her head and see the pink member sticking out of its groan just above her ass. She met its eyes again. She had gotten way too excited to hold back now and only met her lovers attention with inhuman lust, pressing her ass farther up until the beast's cock was bouncing against her.
"Fuck me already! Come on! Just fuck me! Fuck me please!" she begged.
It didn't need anymore encouraging. It wiggled its butt like cats do and repositioned itself so its pointed, pink cock was angled just right to enter her pussy, and without any hesitation, it buried its way up to the hilt and mewled with pleasure. Kira met it with a howl of her own. As if in response, the sabre cat started pounding its hips against her, slapping against her ass.
She almost couldn't breath. With the weight on her back and the biggest cock she had ever felt slapping its way into her womb, the only thing she could manage were breathy moans with each thrust. It was nice and rhythmic too. Animals don't try to please their partners or selfishly focus on their own pleasure, and they have ten times the amount of stamina than any human could possibly meet up with. It was instinctive. The sabre cat only wanted to breed, and nothing else, so it thrust into her with the same pace every time.
It was the greatest thing Kira had ever experienced. It fucked her as hard as possible, rolling its hips quickly and forcefully without ever breaking its rhythm, and Kira loved every minute of it. She was filled completely. She didn't have to bother with "right there" or "just like that," and with the beastial way it forced itself on her and took what it wanted from her, she knew nothing else in that moment than being dominated. She was plaything for the sabre cat. She was nothing more than his cock sleeve, his fuck toy, his pocket pussy, and she had no choice other than to submit to it. Her body wouldn't have let her fight it even if it wanted to.
She came over and over and over, and the beast fucked her until the sun went down, but it just wasn't done yet. Any time anything else came close, it would give them one harsh roar and they'd run off, whether it was just a pack of wolves, or another group of spiders. Around her 25th orgasm, a giant stayed for a while and masturbated, covering the crater in slippery cum before running off with its mammoths.
After awhile, the sabre cat wanted to change positions. It pulled out from her, giving Kira a second to breath before slapping her side, making her roll over. She watched the thing with fearful fascination. It sniffed her body some more, this time more excitedly than when it had started, and licked off all of the sweat it had created on her before getting to her sore pussy. Kira's throat was sore from all the moaning, but it didn't give her any other choice. It began licking her pussy the same way it had licked her asshole before. Instinctively, she laced her hands in its fur and it growled with her as she lout a silent scream, her eyes bulging out of her head and her back arching so far it threatened to break.
"L… lick me… please more… lick more…" she whimpered. She was barely able to make a coherent sentence, but as if it understood her, it dug its tongue deeper into her hole and lapped up all her juices as she came again.
As she closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath, the sabre cat stopped all of a sudden. She didn't care. The thing could rip her throat out for all she cared because getting killed after getting fucked like that seemed like the perfect death in her mind, so she brought her hands up to her lips, waiting for the inevitable.
That didn't come, though. It kept nudging and slapping her, rolling further and further to one side until it wrapped its teeth around her head and lifted her up as gently as it could. Then, she felt cold stone hitting her back. Opening her eyes, she saw that she was propped up against one of the rocks she had knocked over with her dragon shout, and yipped when the sabre cat jumped on top of her, paws on either side. Was it… it was still hard?!
She smiled weakly. As it wiggled its butt to reposition its cock for her, she gave out one weak phrase.
"You like my pussy, Master? Is it good for you?" she said. It was odd. The words came so naturally to her.
She couldn't make a single noise when the cock impaled her, only sighing in pure bliss as it continued to fuck her. The sounds echoed in her ears as if so far away. She could hear it grunting, feel its fur tickling her thighs as they wrapped around the cat's waist, propped up on its hips. Gripping its fur, she buried her face into its chest.
The sabre cat made her think that her only place in life was to be a cock slut for all the beasts in the world, and she felt completely at home and at peace with that thought. She would become the beast's mate. She would forever give herself over to the cocks of the wild and find no shame in it since it was the place she truly belonged.
The sabre cat finally came, roaring in triumph. White cum spilled out of her pussy and onto the ground around her, spurting forth due to the sheer amount of it being too much for her poor pussy to hold. Finally, it stopped. Just as the sun was starting to rise over the mountains, Kira's feline lover relaxed onto her chest and started dozing off.
"You were the greatest fuck I've ever had," Kira said, kissing its paw.
Then, she summoned all of the magicka within her into a single, powerful fireball that she shoved down its throat, blowing its head off and sending it flying into the crater.
"Unfortunately, I have work to do," she finished.
After the thing had cum and stopped pounding her like the bitch she thought she was, she finally got a moment to breathe. It had stopped dominating her. It gave her time to realize that she wasn't just that thing's slut and reminded her that she had actual work to do as the Dragonborn. She had finally come to her senses.
She had to take several minutes before she was finally able to rise to her feet, and even then, she was barely able to walk, but she rose up and began meditating. It would take awhile for her to summon enough magicka to access her Mystic Inventory, and she needed to be dressed and armed now before anything else decided to come and get a piece of her. It wasn't like she wouldn't enjoy it if they did.
The problem would be that she wouldn't want to stop.