The Code of Malacath [Ze Blitzkrieg]

[Lazy Kitsune]

Her nipples stand stiff against your tongue as you lavish them with attention and soon the soft spread of her cleavage glistens brightly in the light of the fire, painted with your spit. Your exploration bore fruit aplenty, in a manner of a whole variety of noises you ushered from the nord's lips. Coupled with the look in her eyes, you knew you had gotten your message across clearly enough. Though the look on her face only grows more delightfully once you set a proper rhythm against a certain spot perhaps previously untouched. Her eyes shut as she cries out louder, thrusting her chest against your mouth before throwing her head back against the furs below her once more. You feel your hand grow even slicker with her juices as her legs start twitching around your probing fingers.

A quick shake of her head confirms your assumption, that her husband's cock and fingers had rarely - if ever - graced this spot. His loss. If he had ever sought it out properly, it was easy enough to find and now brought forth a truly beautiful display from the woman beneath you with each stroke of your fingers. Her moans and the wet squelches of the motion between her legs were the only sounds heard around the campfire before she finally found the self control needed to speak.

"I love it!" she cried out. "By the divines, I love it so much! Its something my body yearned for for so long without me knowing, and now... ahh~" she's stricken wordless once more by a serious of moans before she bites down on her lower lip. After a few grunts, she manages to speak once more, looking up at you with her faced flushed deeply. "I love you! I belong to you! You just... claimed me... and now I'm yours~ And its... Its as simple as that~ Oh fuck! Oh fuck, its so good~ Its so right!"

Her words would reach Gemana with ease, so every woman here would know just how good you would be at making them feel good. Whatever Lorinus might think about the display, he keeps it to himself, presumably enjoying the sweet moans and bare flesh of Doria enough to not catch onto any ulterior motives of you or his dearest beside him.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

To say Urzula was pleased was an understatement. There was much at work for her in that moment. The satisfaction of having conquered a fine prize, sating the need in her orcish blood to dominate and possess that which she coveted. The satisfaction of her prowess as a lover being so blissfully declared to all the assembled, such that every woman in the camp knew just who could bring them to such untold heights. The satisfaction that she had managed to stoke such passionate love from a good woman, who seemed eager to tend to her long after their coupling ended. The evening had only just begun, yet she felt a deep sense of accomplishment.

"Good girl. That's my sweet little wife, nice and noisy for her new husband," She muttered the words hotly against Doria's collarbone, letting her tusks grind soft little marks along her chest as she savored every bountiful inch of her lover's body, "I love it. I want it. All of your noise. All of your sexy sounds."

The need she felt to worship the generous femininity before her almost felt profane, though she was sure Malacath looked on with pride from his Ashen Forge, knowing that his cursed offspring could so easily bend the soft sons and daughters of the Aedra to their whims. Her fingers, soaked with the Nord's sticky juices, continued their implacable advance towards the sweetest of goals, every motion carefully measured to build Doria towards a well deserved release. When she felt that tension grow, when the shuddering began, she whispered, hot and domineering all the same.

"Cum for me. I want to hear you cum. I want them to hear you cum. Show them how your chief treats her women. Cum. Cum."

[Lazy Kitsune]

As you call yourself her husband, her pussy clenches tighter around your fingers. You feel she may cum then and there, but she holds on a little longer as you continue speaking to her and ravishing her. She offers more sounds, moans shaking with frantic breaths as her ankles shift from twitches running down her legs. "I love... I love you... I love you... I lo... I love you..." she gasps out, over and over as you finger fuck her on the furs. Then, as you whisper in her ears, its as if your command carries with it a magic spell to make your lover succumb to your demands immediately. Her hips buck against your hand as she squirts her juices over you palm. She cries out, louder than before as her whole body shudders at once. Her mouth opens wide and she draws in a deep breath just to cry out again. And then a third time as the rippling of an orgasm spreads from between her legs and up throughout the rest of her. Her head lolls from one side to the other before lifting and falling back down on the furs once more until she collapse, panting for breath and soaked in sweat beneath you. "Oh fuck~" she gasps out, her eyes delirious with pleasure.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

All throughout the Nord's release, Urzula kept her fingers curled nice and tight inside her lover, holding her fast as she bucked and thrashed for the viewing pleasure of all assembled. It was a wonderful thing to witness as well: the way her entire body seemed to give itself over in pleasure, every muscle tensing and tightening involuntarily, her face flushing and her eyes going bleary with the overwhelming feelings radiating through her. It was enough to make the chief wonder whether poor Doria got to cum all that often, or if she had been so easily swayed into a naughty little affair by sheer virtue of how pent up she had been. Of course, it mattered little in the grand scheme of things. Going forward, Urzula would serve as the steward of her pleasure, and she intended on regularly bringing her sweet little hearth wife to-be to such wonderful heights.

As the came down off her orgasmic high, the orc moved in to lace gentle kisses all across her chest and throat, working her way up along the blonde's jaw so she could whisper softly into her ear.

"I love you too, my sweet little Doria. I'm so proud of you, cumming so quickly for your new husband," She nipped playfully at Doria's ear as she murmured her praise, knowing just how much the husband-wife play seemed to get her going, "But we have a problem. Tasting your sweet body, hearing those sexy moans? It's gotten me very, very hard for you. Feel it."

She rocked her hips a few times against the merchant's plump thigh, letting her feel the throbbing, monstrous length threatening to spill out of her pants.

"I think you need to do something about that... Pull out this big, fat, veiny cock, and show that haughty bitch who has the better husband. Show her who gets to cum themself stupid tonight while she's stuck with a thin little Imperial prick."

Those words Urzula wisely chose to whisper all the quieter, like a sweet secret exchanged between lovers. She hadn't bothered to look and see whether their brief little display had managed to arouse either of their primary spectators. It'd be a damn hard thing to do if the sight and sounds of a busty Nordic beauty squirting couldn't manage it, but they did have a long while to go to accomplish the task.

[Lazy Kitsune]

You felt her hot breath rising up from her lips in shaky pants as you drew yourself up from her tits and across the soft flesh of her neck before drawing in to kiss and taste of her jaw and cheek. You catch the corners of her smile widening between breaths as you whisper back to her and she manages to bring her hands up to cup your cheeks once more, softly running her thumbs down from your cheekbones to the outline of your lips. As flushed and sweaty as she is already, you do manage to draw gasps from her still as you thrust your hard length against her thigh. She nods, biting her lip before whispering back to you. "I feel it, my love. I feel it... so much~"

Her gaze holds yours as her head almost seems to nod in time with your rocking hips, grinding your still clothed length against her thigh. The sexual tension between the two of you was so thick and so potent in these few exchanged breaths that you swear it felt like she could somehow bear your child just from you dry humping her. She listens intently as you continue, a cheeky glint entering her eye as she gives a sidelong glance to the noble couple currently enthralled by your performance. Her smile changes to a slight, mischievous thing - clearly pleased with sharing such a naughty secret with you and enticed by the scandal of it all. She gives you a kiss before responding, but there's no doubt of how eager she'll be to proceed.

"Yes." she whispers back to you. "I've not been able to get your cock out of my head since... well..." she licks her lips at the memory of servicing you as her hands withdraw from your face and make their ways down your chest. She feels up the shape of your breasts and the strength of your body before her finger tips find their way down to your crotch. For the most part she keeps her eyes affixed to yours, only sparing the occasionally glance down to help guide her fingers, while she grinned with all the giddiness of a teenager excited to be breaking the rules of childhood.

Your cock is as eager to escape the confines of your pants as Doria is to have it in her grasp. Just a few tugs has her giving it the room it needs to spring forth with all its thick, throbbing might as it almost smacks itself into her palms and against her thigh and belly. She gasps once more, her hands quickly taking to stroking along your length. You hear a similar gasp from Palatia and even Lorinus seems to be unable to stop himself from clearing his throat in shock. Despite having seen it earlier, this must have been the first time he properly gave your length any genuine attention. He likely didn't enjoy what you expect to be an incomparable disparity between your sizes nearly half as much as his mischievous partner must.

The sounds coming from Doria, however, keep your attention solely on her. "F-fuck~ It feels like it gets bigger all the time..." she gasps, a shudder running up her body as her hands explore the full length and girth you have pressed against her.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

There were few feelings so sweet as freeing a hard cock from its confines, Urzula found. Especially when the cock in question was her own, and it immediately found its way into a warm, loving palm. The orc rolled her hips a few more times, letting her heavy shaft pump in rhythm with Doria's tender ministrations. It was important to display to their audience just how gargantuan a tool her sweet little Nord worked with; not only to put the haughty nobleman in his place, nor to simply light a fire in his wife's loins, but to show them just how wonderful a woman Doria was to so bravely accept such a monstrous insertion, and find deep, incomparable pleasure besides. As she rocked her pride against her lover's hand, Urzula leaned in nice and close, continuing to purr against the curve of the merchant's ear.

"I can't help it. I have a weakness for beautiful women, you know. Big, busty, beautiful women. Women like you, my love. You turn me on so much, my cock just swells and swells and swells..." A few more greedily, suckling kisses across her jaw as she continued to murmur, "You'll help me with it though, won't you? Help me relieve all this thick, sticky tension building up. I know just where I want to let it out, too..."

Her fingers curled a few more times inside the hot, sopping slit they had made their home, showing her just where she intended to blow every heavy rope her balls had built up in the hours since their last coupling. With care, she withdrew her fingers, and with a final kiss, pushed herself away from her lover. It wasn't too far; just enough so that she could maneuver her way into kneeling between the wonderfully thick thighs she had been coveting the whole day before. Her hands were swift in gripping the torn remnants of Doria's dress, and with a few more tugs, splitting it entirely such that the Imperials could see the curve of her belly and the sticky mess that was her sex. With one leg to each of her sides, her weighty shaft could tower over Doria's abdomen, displaying just how deeply it would go once she had found purchase.

"Keep stroking it, my love. I think we need to show our audience how it's done..."

For the first time since she had fallen to the fur with her newest conquest, Urzula's eyes rose to meet those of their noble company. Her fingers dipped down into the hem of her loose fitting shirt, and she tugged it up and up, nice and slowly, so that every little jerk caused a little more of her body to be revealed. They could already see her groin, true, and the mighty taper that led to her maleness, but that hardy 'V' led to an equally strong set of abs, the lines of her stomach defined and powerful. That might have been enough for Palatia, but poor Lorinus needed a little something to enjoy too. So her shirt went higher and higher, revealing more and more of her taut physique, until it got caught on the swell of her breasts. She had to jiggle them more than once to try and reveal her heavy bust, each time a little more of the big, bountiful green mounds slipping from beneath the edge until finally, with a sigh, she felt them both bounce free. The rest of her shirt came easy after that, up and over her head and tossed carelessly behind her.

"There we go... This is what you wanted to see, wasn't it? Two gorgeous women making love right in front of you. I know I'm not the most conventional sort of beauty, but I like to think I have my... savage charms, don't I?" She cupped her tits, holding them together for both husband and wife to enjoy, the dark green of her nipples thoroughly erect with her arousal, "Why don't you show us some appreciation for this performance? Take it out. I know it must be uncomfortable to contain such... masculinity. Perhaps your wife can even lend a helping hand and, ah, coax you into an applause..."

It was maybe a little cruel of her to put him on the spot, but he had been exceedingly rude to her earlier in the day and it tried her patience. If she could not find satisfaction by way of arms, then she would soothe her pride by displaying just how much bigger a person she was in a very physical way. At least he'd get a good look at two magnificent pairs of breasts and a handjob out of it.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Your praise sends a flurry of flushed, bashful expressions across Doria's face. Somehow, despite being stripped near naked and finger fucked before travelling nobles of all sorts, Doria was still deeply flustered by compliments of all things. You can tell she loves every second of it, however, and as she gets used to your praise she hopes to earn more by stroking your cock fondly as you speak to her. "If its ~mmph~ my fault you're this hard... then I really should help, shouldn't I? Really, its my responsibility if you put it like that..."

With one more mighty rip, Doria's dress is ruined in its entirety, leaving her naked before you absolutely. Her legs are spread and eager, her pussy gushing with need below her cute blonde bush. Her whole body jiggles lightly as she keeps pumping your cock while prone beneath you, keeping your shaft tended to even while you prepared for the next steps in your conquest of her body.

Palatia was drinking in your form within moments, as evidence from how her lips curled and her thighs rubbed together beneath her fine garments. Lorinus was mostly admiring Doria's naked body now fully exposed to him on the furs below, however as you pulled your top higher and higher he couldn't keep his eyes from following the jiggling of your own prominent chest being brought out before him. A slight hint of a flush to his cheeks makes it apparent, and you can know with smug confidence that no matter how much he may dislike you, or whatever other issues he takes up with you in the future, he finds you distinctly attractive. Your womanly assets, at least, as his gaze was transfixed to your chest as if trying to etch every detail into his memory - every shake of your breasts, every blemish on your green skin, every trickle of sweat running down the curve of your bust.

He's flustered a bit at your words - at least once they reach him, as your little display leaves him a little slow on the upkeep, but whatever retort or excuse he eventually seems to be trying to concoct never leaves his lips as Palatia shushes him before it comes to that. She places her own hand on his crotch and leans close against him. "We've been given permission to... partake. Why not enjoy yourself... I promise I won't get jealous."

As if her jealousy was ever what was at risk, though he doesn't know any better in that regard. He is at least wise enough to know that Palatia is not the sort to be denied when it comes to matters of the bedroom, and acquiesces with a nervous grin. With a few tugs at his clothes, Palatia's delicate hand pulls his cock free, stroking it to its full length - which doesn't take long at all given how much you've gotten him worked up by cupping your tits before him.

It doesn't take a side by side comparison to tell the difference. Perhaps Lorinus is quietly telling himself he's large for an Imperial, and that it simply isn't fair to compare himself to an Orc - likely leaving out that its a woman that's larger than him. You of course have experience enough to know that there are plenty of Imperial men larger than Lorinus serving in the Legion, and even they were around half your length.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Urzula chuckled throatily, though she was sure the arousal apparent in her tone helped mask the darker notes as she looked on towards the Imperials finally getting into the swing of things. It was almost fitting, Palatea's delicate hands cradling a relatively petite cock, but the chief couldn't help but let her mind wander at the sight. How much better would it look so see those deft little fingers trying in vain to coil around a huge, throbbing orc shaft, stroking swiftly to try and bring a better cock to a full release, but growing all the more fatigued as she was made to contend with proper orcish vigor in place of whatever her husband considered endurance. Her shaft throbbed hard at the very idea, although the efforts that Doria's soft, welcoming hands made certainly helped coax the powerful thrumming.

"Good... now you can properly enjoy the show," There was a smoothness to her voice, warm and inviting, that might have sounded at odds with their notions of an orc. She had always been rather good with her words, after all. Good enough to know that words weren't the only thing needed to win others over. The feeling in them, the tone, the delivery, it all mattered. Though she found herself at odds with Lorinus, she wanted to make it so that even his pride couldn't allow him to deny his desire for a filthy, lowly barbarian, "If you'd like to indulge a little, perhaps you might stroke him in rhythm with my thrusting? I'm sure it will certainly enhance your enjoyment of the show..."

It'd also help them both realize just how difficult it was to match her performance, but that was an unspoken truth. With her little ploy set, Urzula's crimsons eyes sank back down to her beloved Doria. The sweet, dedicated merchant had done well in keeping her shaft tended, the heavy shaft in her palms kept hard as iron in preparation for its conquest of her body. Her own hands sank low, grasping softly at them. She gathered them up, wrapping her fingers around the Nord's wrists so that she could pin both of her arms high above her head in a single motion, leaning forward to loom heavy over her. The hand which had not busied itself pinning her reached between them, grasping at the head of her monstrous length. The bulbous head of her thick, green shaft found its way into the valley between her thighs, brushing against her swollen labia a few times as she teased its entrance.

"Are you ready, my love?" It was a rhetorical question; they both knew just how ready she was to be taken right then and there, with all the eyes in camp and the stars above as witnesses, "There's no going back after this. Nothing else will compare. You'll be an orc-wife for the rest of your life."

She waited a few more moments, just to see the desperation in her eyes, the pleading for what was next before moving forward. Once it was clear to everyone just how badly she wished to submit, it came. A slow, smooth rocking of her hips, threading the needle's eye with her impossibly wide fuck-pole. With her hand keeping it on track, the pressure built and built against her maleness until finally the resistance caved in and she felt herself slip inside the tight, welcoming folds of the blonde beauty beneath her.

"There it is!"

She nearly roared out her triumph, her voice thick with passion and lust in equal measure. Every inch she fed forward was careful and controlled, despite the tension building in her shoulders, the need to breed boiling within her.

"Relax for it, sweetheart. Let it in... It'll go as slow as you need it, mmhh... But it's not stopping. Not until it's as deep as deep goes. Not until you've been ruined for every cock but mine."

[Lazy Kitsune]

With her hands pinned above her by just one of your own, Doria's breath quickens in anticipation of what was to come, her chest heaving fast with excitement. You can tell from looking into her eyes that she understands the truth of your words. Feeling the tip of your cock pressed against her entrance, the weight and girth of your head alone making her tremble, there was no denying that this was the point of no return for her. Even if she would return to Solitude and play the role of a loyal wife for her husband, she would never be able to enjoy him as she did before after having experienced you within her. After tonight you would make her yours, and no matter what time or distance would part you she would always be your wife first and foremost.

After a moment of letting that sink in, she clearly - and unsurprisingly at this point - accepts that this is a price worth the experience. "I'm ready!" she cries out. "Please, fuck me! Make me yours! Breed me! I never had a chance of resisting you and you know it, so fucking ruin me already!"

Its like the air is knocked out of her from the moment the first few inches of your cock spread her open. Your new wife hangs her head back, her blue eyes rolling in her head as she gets used to being spread by such a monster of a cock. She catches her breath and collects herself to look back down, watching the spread of the bulge moving up her body from your cock stretching her out. Inch by inch you pushed deeper into her and she did her best to accept you. No doubt she must feel at her limit, but you knew nords were hardy enough to take it well. It'll just take her a few moments to get used to.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Inch by precious inch, Urzula continued to claim her new bride. It was always a difficult thing at first, adjusting to such a huge insertion. There were occasionally times when the orc envied those of smaller size, still big enough to satisfy their lovers but not so big as to require such build up. But the way her women thrashed? The wild look in their eye when they finally opened up for her and fully submitted to her girth? She wouldn't trade it for the world. With the hand around her shaft no longer needed to steady it, she let it join its companion above Doria's head, pinning one wrist with each of her hands, their strength helping to both steady her in the rutting to come, and reassure the blonde beauty she was claiming that there was no escaping what was to come. A deep, bellow-like moan followed her heavy shaft meeting a point of harder resistance, her shaft swelling as she carved her shape into her lover. She wanted badly to drive herself home, feel her balls clap against the full, plush cheeks of her newest conquest's ass, and know that she had claimed every inch that could be claimed in a single, powerful thrust.

But there would be time for that. It was important not to totally break her sweet little wife. If they were to ever part ways, she wanted every memory that Doria carried of their time together to fill her with longing. She needed to know that her submission to the superior Orsimer was one of pleasure, not agony, and that whatever pain she might have felt was repaid tenfold with a bliss her Nordic origins could not hope to match. Rocking herself in a slow, strong rhythm, she let her length pump in and out of the parts her dearest could manage to permit entry to. It was only when she felt the resistance beginning to falter that she started to rock all the harder, claiming more and more, until finally, with a particularly strong roll of her hips, she could feel herself going deeper than any weak, human husband could have hoped to touch.

"Mmmhmm... You feel that? I bet you thought it couldn't get deeper... but it does. Oh, my love, it gets so much deeper. And I'm going to show you just how deep it goes."

Her words were as heady and rich as the pre-cum she could feel her cock leaking with every hard throb the Doria's sex managed to wring out of her. As her lover opened up, her hips could move with greater freedom, the pumping growing faster but no less powerful as she worked as much of her shaft into the hardy Nord that she could possibly take. Urzula's eyes feasted greedily on the sight of her tits, slick with sweat as they were, shaking with the force of each of her thrusts. Her own were much the same, bouncing up and down every time she rocked into her lover, their bodies offering a fine display to their impromptu audience.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Each buck forward into her brought your length further within her, and each inch forward brought more moans out of Doria's mouth. She would lift her chest as you passed each threshold within her, before collapsing back into the furs with a delightful shake to her tits. Though at least one other man had been within her entrance before, you alone could take pride in having delighted in the tight warmth that lay beyond his reach. Within her depths it were as if Doria were a virgin to you, your cock being the first to touch, and to mould, the slick walls within. You had true dominion over her, and right as you thought the nord beneath you could not think any more highly of you, you catch her staring in worshipful awe at you as you reach further within her still.

"I feel it! Fuck... I didn't think it possible... but I feel it!" she shudders and moans, her hips rolling against yours as she took in more of your length, your manhood sliding within her. Each inch you claimed you then rocked into shape with a roll of your hips until it hugged your cock nicely and had enough give for you to push on to the next. Doria's moans grow deeper, coming from the core of her being, as you fuck parts of her that she had yet to realise could be fucked. "Its ~by Shor~ Its like my body was made for this... to take orc cock! Like the Divines put me here to get fucked by you."

Perhaps she wasn't far off, though it was more likely Malacath put you on the right path to run into her, and others like her, to claim for orsimer dominance. After all, it was with his blessing you were able to claim this conquest in the first place. Perhaps she was you prize for taking your rightful place as chief of Shurkul. Doria did not seem the type to be disloyal, after all, yet at the same time nothing felt more natural than her laying with you. Perhaps she was always meant for you, you were her true husband, and the man in Solitude was but a mistake made before she knew her true calling. Maybe if you had run into her in Solitude during your time with the Legion, you could have spared her such a mistake and she would have been the one to prepare your meal for you this morning, before nursing one of the many green children you had pumped into her.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Taking a woman hard and fast in the wilds was one thing, but to hear her so readily declare her submission to you? Announcing for all that she was yours to love and fuck and breed whenever you wanted? It felt right. It felt beyond right. Urzula had always had something of a chip on her shoulder, since the days her father scoffed at the idea of his daughter's ascension, cock and balls be damned. She had always thought of herself as a conqueror, always felt like she was meant to be something more. In the span of a week, she had killed her sire, taken his place, claimed one of his wives for her own, and now found herself buried balls deep into a sexy, supple, wonderfully tight Nord who could only scream her desire to serve as a proper hearth-wife to a big, powerful orcish lover. This was why Malacath had given her life. She was his servant in Tamriel, meant to lead the Pariah Folk of Shurkul and beyond to a glorious fate, leaving behind dozens, if not hundreds of her spawn before joining him in the Ashen Forge.

And what better way to begin that journey than with Doria? True, she had known the embrace of many a woman in her twenty six years, and some of them undoubtedly carried tokens of her esteem in the months after their couplings. She had also bedded Lagtha the night prior, and with her potency, it was almost assured that the older woman would swell with her seed with time. But Lagtha had already birthed proud orcs beforehand, and the women she had laid with in the years before were not the conquests of a chief, but of an exiled warrior relieving her needs. Doria's husband had been lax in his duties. He had not managed to fill his wife's belly with his progeny, his weak seed unworthy of her womb. It would fall to her to bless the Nord with child, a strong orcish child that would forever mark her as a prize of Urzula gra-Shurkul. The first of many future heirs!

The thoughts that circled in her mind translated into her actions. As she claimed more and more of Doria's sweet, wringing folds for her own, Urzula grew more vigorous. It was only when she felt the pressure of her very deepest parts, the finality of reaching the space before her womb, that the orc truly gave herself over to her instincts. Grinding her bulbous head as deep as deep went, she all but snarled at the plump little merchant beneath her.

"You feel that? That's me, claiming every, single, inch," She could all but see the way her stomach swelled with the insertion, as sure a sign as any that there was no further span to conquer, "All of it. All that you are. Mine!"

Her hips rolled back, enough that maybe a third of her total length was kissed by the cool night air, and with a swiftness, thrust forward. She bulged the Nord's stomach again and again as she settled into a hard, fast, almost frenzied pace, rutting her down into the furs as she pressed her all the harder into the ground below.

"This body was meant to be fucked... Meant to be bred. It was built for big, thick, powerful orc cock... to be filled with virile orc seed. I'm not just going to turn you into a sweet little wife, I'm going to turn you into a mother! Right here, tonight, in front of everybody."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Doria's belly is stretching around your cock before you're fully sheathed inside her, leaving every inch of her touched by your throbbing cock while you still had more to give. Fortunately her body was as giving and accommodating as the woman herself, relaxing to the strong thrusts you drove into her to let you reshape her body to better fit your needs. Her inner walls gave and stretched to your manhood, letting you slide more in even after claiming her entirety. Your cock fucks the Nord's mind as much as it does her body as you pound into her, battering her brain into nothing more than an Orsimer cock worshipping, pleasure melted paste.

Your thick cock, as potent as ever, had already surpassed her husband's output with pre alone. Each throb and pulse running down your shaft left behind a thick strand of pre within Doria's fucked wide cunt. As the hot dollops that promised of a much larger load to come built up within her, eclipsing even the mightiest of loads her husband had squirted into her pussy before you've even fired your first shot of true orc cum within her, the wet and heavy squelching sound that came from your thrusts into her grew louder - your cock stirring up not only her own wetness but now the hot cream you were leaving within her.

A strained grunt can be heard from Lorinus, whose wife had tried to match the tempo of your thrusts with her hand movements. "S-slower" he grunts. Whether or not Palatia does as is commanded, it makes little difference, as moments later he groans and shudders - a load perhaps even lesser than what the man you supplanted as Doria's husband could have produced. He hangs his head in meek shame, though his eyes are unable to pull themselves away from the glory of your rutting as you made love in a way he couldn't even dream to match.

"Urzula." Your name is like a prayer on Doria's lips as she gasps it out, panting louder than she spoke at this point in the rut. "Fuck..." she glanced down, seeing the bulge within her and nodding at your words before looking back up at you. The flushed wonderment on her features is distorted more and more by pleasure as you go on. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" Her voice builds up, crying out as you feel her body shudder around your cock, brought to a new orgasm so soon after her last as she experiences pleasure she perhaps once thought beyond her. "Do it! Breed me! Conquer me completely by taking all that I have left to give!"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

So caught up in the messy, passionate cacophony that was proper lovemaking, Urzula nearly missed the sound of their audience reaching a premature climax. Were she less enchanted with the sweet, jiggling body beneath her, she might have laughed at the pitiful plea for mercy that followed a few pathetic sounding splatters on the ground just ahead. Caught in the height of a rut, with her breeding instincts running wild? Even shaming those who dared to look down on her fell to secondary importance. There was but a single thing weighing heavy on Urzula's mind, and it was emptying herself into the gorgeous woman beneath her. She might have been able to drag it out, tease her lover by denying her the feel of a big, thick, powerful creampie by pacing herself and showing just how much more stamina a proper orcish stud had over their previous lovers. But she had already proven herself, already cemented her place at the top of the imaginary hierarchy. She was the best lover, the best husband, the superior mate, both in camp and in matters of Doria's heart. All she needed to do was finish staking that claim by unloading the heavy ropes building up in her balls.

Doria certainly made that easier. Her worshipful cries, the reverence in her voice as she gasped Urzula's name. The way she seemed to lose herself entirely in the pleasure, until little more than profanity and desperate pleas remained. Urzula found her crimson hues utterly glued to her lover's form, watching every bounce, every squirm, the way she shuddered and thrashed in need to be packed full of orcish seed and made to carry progeny, as was her purpose in life. It was too much. The orc lost herself entirely in her pleasure, her instincts driving her hips into a hard, fast, relentless rut, her balls clapping messily as she worked to empty them with such vigor. As she felt herself getting closer, she pressed down into the Nord, as if craving the feel of her soft, supple body against every inch of her form.

When she reached he plateau, she roared triumphantly, slamming home a few last desperate times before burying herself as deep as deep could go. Her shaft thrummed hard, all but bucking inside the blonde's depths as her muscles worked the huge, thick streams of orc cum up her monstrous shaft. The first surge came with such force that it might well have splattered straight back into Doria's womb, and the following blasts were likely to bulge the curve of her belly ever greater, a deluge of potent seed flooding her depths and beyond. For her part, Urzula simply arched, her head thrown back in victory, tits dangling for all to see as she groaned and groaned, each throb causing the whole of her body to tense up, her muscles rippling with the force of her release. Her vision was hazy, her eyes half-lidded as she stared up into the sky above, rocking herself down into her lover with every involuntary spasm.

By the time the rut induced stupor began to clear, and she remembered herself, the tension in her shoulders broke, and she fell forward against Doria, using her strong arms to blunt the worst of the impact. It was only then that she released the merchant's hands from her own, untangling their fingers so she could reach down and cup the Nord's cheeks, a deeply affectionate look on her face as she made to hold her gaze. Words were somewhat lost to her, still riding the high of her orgasm, and so she simply expressed her feelings in the way that felt most natural: a long, loving kiss, unpretentious and genuine. The kind of gesture that befit a husband and wife.

[Lazy Kitsune]

There is no doubt that all other women in camp have soaked through their undergarments by the time you pick up the pace on Doria. Even Gemana, off at the edge of the camp, finds herself flustered and flushed by the sounds and smells that make their way over towards her. All three observing women find themselves shorter and shorter on breath as the spectacle continues. Such a raw and passionate affair that speaks to the primal part of their loins that would have them all submit to you and spread their legs for you. As your balls slap against Doria harder and faster, Morth finds herself lost to their tempo, almost hypnotised by the sway of them to the point drool runs unrestrained down her chin. Palatia has all but forgotten her husbands limp and pathetic cock, which she barely touches as she rubs her thighs together. Though with the spectacle you are providing, barely touching him is more than enough. As you cry out to the heavens, he finds his gaze affixed to your tits and your overwhelming presence has him spurting a somehow even smaller burst of release into the dirt, his seed dying as a pathetic tribute to your beauty - the most value any of his seed had any hope of being - while your own is greeted by the warmth of a welcoming and fertile womb.

Doria finds herself climaxing once again as your first blast of seed fills her womb. The increased rutting you had just put her through, along with the sensation of your body pressed firmly against hers as you worked up to breeding her, certainly pushed her to the brink of a new orgasm, and likely prolonged the sensations of the previous. However something about this sensation of her pussy milking your cock for all she could made it seem like she would have climaxed even if she weren't close, just from feeling your seed fill her and knowing it was a certainty she was now to carry your child.

As copious as your seed was, she swells enough to help give a visual aid to the future you have sealed for her, her belly pronounced as if already carrying the life you have planted within her. A woman as shapely as Doria, with a body as uniquely welcoming as hers as well, may very much birth you twins, almost blessed by Mara does she seem with her child baring qualities. The women watching can only marvel at the sight of her being pumped full, their own bodies growing with need. A deep, unshakeable musk spills forth as your release pumps more and more seed within your new bride and all the women nearby find themselves unable to look away from you. As you gaze up at the stars above, roaring in triumph at your conquest, you feel another set of eyes upon you as well, from somewhere beyond this realm. If you really have claimed a blessing from Mara as your own prize within Doria's womb here today, then there would be two otherworldly blessings occurring right now, though the other not of Aedra origin. You feel the pleased gaze of your Daedric Prince Malacath upon you, pleased to see you proving the superiority of Orsimer over others, right from the beginning of your rule as chief.

You feel his blessing within the musk you now exude, however briefly it may last. Palatia abandons her husband's cock altogether, crawling across the dirt in her fine dress to draw closer to you. Lorinus can do nothing but sit pathetically and watch his wife leave his side. Morth attempts to stand and move towards you, but her legs are weak and shaky. She breaths deep of the musk that hits her and flounders on her feet like a new born lamb, before collapsing onto her ass. Lost to herself, she tears open the clothes covering her crotch and shoves two fingers within herself, your sister's bare pussy exposed at the camp as she fingers herself. Even Gemana finds herself walking weakly over towards the campfire, heavy clunks following pieces of armour falling from her. Her fumbling hands alone don't seem like enough to loosen the straps binding her armour - its as if some unseen force is helping her strip.

All this is somehow known to you even as you focus upon Doria, holding her close to you with a loving kiss. Doria returns it, even while her moans and body quiver with post orgasmic shivers of pleasure. The musk induced miasma that has fallen over your companions lasts throughout the kiss, and once it breaks you hear a voice in your head. Harsh with perpetual anger as it is, you feel nothing but pride directed towards you. It has been a long time since I've seen one truly worthy of my blessings. Continue as you have begun and you will find the blessing of mine that is upon you now will return more permanently. For now you have my attention. Ask for two favours freely, one for each womb you have blessed with strong Orsimer children since claiming the title of chief. The others around you are too... intoxicated to hear you words right now. I can offer a blessing to you or any of your allies, or a curse on any of your enemies. Consider it a token of my approval, but be warned, my ire can be just as great if you don't continue to impress me.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The bawdier men in the legions would occasionally call particularly good pussy a 'religious experience'. For her part, Urzula had just cracked that up a little barracks banter, between men who got too little time between a woman's legs but had too much time on their hands besides. Would that she could apologize for her dismissal in the present. The sensation of breeding a good woman was incredible, truly, as was the utterly adulation of those around her, but even that paled in comparison to the strange happenings that followed her thorough rutting of dear, sweet Doria. The voice in her head was foreign yet familiar all the same, and as much as she might have chalked it up to hallucinations, as intoxicating as the Nord's body had been, she didn't think it could make her imagine the voice of the Lord of Ash and Bone himself. As she pushed herself into a kneel between the thighs of her lover, she cast her gaze to the sky, for lack of elsewhere to look. What else could she do, when confronted with the direct attention of her maker?

"You honor me with your praise, Furious One, and your favors besides. I wish only to continue to serve you and our cursed kind as I have so far. Fill me with vigor, such that no wound that cannot fell me at once can spell my end, nor virulence or poison beside. See that I may always return to the field, and I shall lead men and women alike in your name until it is time to join you in Oblivion." It was all she could think to ask of him; the only things that threatened her lifelong advance towards conquest and glory were wounds and infirmity. If the Prince of the Bloody Curse could instill her with the ability to shirk even crippling injuries? There would be nothing to worry for in matters of battle.

"And if it is the wombs of Men and Mer you wish for me to claim in your honor, then for my second boon, I ask you quicken my seed. See that women might birth my sons and daughters all the faster, such that I may fill them again and again, until Shurkul is fit to burst with young warriors eager to follow in their sire's footsteps."

[Lazy Kitsune]

A laughter echoes in your mind with a booming energy that you feel pulsing on the corners of your vision as you gaze upwards in reverence. Fitting gifts for one who may one day call herself my champion. Very well, you shall have it!

New Perks Gained

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Daedric Vitality - For as long as you have Malacath's favour, you will recover faster from wounds, poisons and other ailments. Your body heals in match to your already heightened vigour.
Progenitor of Nations - Your seed is bestowed with a gift and a mission by Malacath. To spread the Orsimer across Tamriel. Your conquests will carry your children to term far quicker than ordinarily, so you may impregnate them all the sooner.

You feel your body swell with renewed energy. A strength burns through your veins, making you feel more alive than you ever felt before. The feeling does not subside, nor does it feel likely too. Even your cock stirs with increased strength and potency while buried within Doria's pussy. Doria wriggles her hips around your length, her body weak from your rut, but still eager to please you. Sure enough, just as Malacath had said, neither Doria nor any of the others had reacted to your words, too deeply in the haze of whatever daedric influenced musk you released upon your climax.

Your sister fingers herself silly, her eyes utterly enraptured by your form as she finger fucks herself to a quick climax right before you. The beautiful sight of her fingers diving in and out of her wet, green slit is certainly captivating, but far from the only stimulous you were experiencing right now. Palatia had reached you and made her presence known with her tongue. The noble woman lapped at the sweat along your torso, her tongue trailing up until she began to lick at the heavy curve of your bust. Gemana was now stripping out of her underclothes, leaving a trail of armour and garments behind her as she started to slide onto her hands and knees and crawl towards you with need in her eyes. Lorinus simply watched on in a daze, his cock twitching and dribbling out a third, even weaker orgasm as he gawks at you.

Go forth, spread the seed of my people across Tamriel. Let all other races finally feel the might of Orsimer. Your companions will find their sense returned to them soon, but if your appetite desires it... I could leave one in this state of enrapturement for a little while longer, if there are any of these companions you desire to seed immediately.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Her maker's generosity was as grand as his wrath, truly, and the surge of vitality that rippled through her powerful form was near enough to set her to rutting again. She fought that fire, the burning need in her veins, if only so she could better listen to the voice echoing in her mind, the words of the being who had set her on such a blessed path. It was almost cruel, to only offer her one of the three wombs before her for seeding. But that was the way of life; conquests needed be earned, not freely given. Urzula would swell the bellies of both Imperials and her half-sister besides, all in due time. In the moment, though, there was one that drifted to her mind's eye. She was certainly the trickiest to try and bed, if only because her haughty attitude. While dear Morth was already infatuated with her chief, and Gemana's affections could be earned through their shared time in the Legions, the prim and proper Palatia would undoubtedly rebuff her most direct advances. She was the type of woman who insisted on having things her own way, carefully manipulating others to her whims with a mixture of cunning and privilege. Would Lagtha have come with them, she undoubtedly would have found a kindred spirit in Palatia.

"The Imperial. I wish to see that haughty defiance shatter before my eyes. Let her true lusts surface, so I might show her how it feels to be treated as a woman deserves, and bless this couple with a strong, orcish heir to return to Cyrodil with."

She could only imagine the fallout of that particular reveal, but Lorinus would surely understand. Any child born of such a magnificent sire would be a blessing to whatever lineage he descended from. If nothing else, it would serve as a constant reminder of his time in Skyrim, when he found himself so thoroughly aroused by the sight of a barbarian claiming his wife that he emptied his balls in her honor.

[Lazy Kitsune]

More of Malacath's laughter denotes his approval and amusement. So be it. Go forth and conquer, Urzula gra-Shurkul. But know - I expect great things from you, and I am not one to be forgiving of disappointment. The overwhelming presence in the air fades, though you suspect your maker's gaze has not turned entirely away from you. He will likely be appraising you further going forward if he had been paying enough attention to you so far to grant you these boons.

Malacath's influence is lifted from all but one of the women present. Your heady musk still fills the air, leaving everyone present hot and dizzy - especially Doria who has been freshly pumped full of the source and still feels your mighty length sheathed within her. Though with the Daedric charm woven into it released, Morth and Gemana return to some sense of coherence. Morth flushes and freezes, realising how wantonly she had been playing with herself at the sight of you. She doesn't stop entirely, however, recognising that after all, she was hardly the only audience member present who had indulge in more intimate enjoyment of the show. In stead she settles herself into a more comfortable and dignified position... at least as dignified as anyone can look with one hand shoved between their legs and idly sliding two thick fingers into their wet and squelching cunt.

Gemana finds herself even more shocked and alarmed by her state of disrobement, just inches from where you claimed Doria on the furs. Her situation is not helped by being on her hands and knees, leaning in close to your naked body with flushed cheeks. She remains their frozen, drawing in shuddering breaths, as she no doubt questions her own intentions and integrity.

Palatia, however, is offered no such moment of clarity. Whatever coy schemes and games the noble woman had in mind for you as she enticed you to pursue her suddenly found themselves snuffed out by the passing whim of a Daedra. "Divines..." she gasps out as her licking across the curve of your bust turns to lavishing you with kisses. Her hands run up and down your muscled form, feeling around every inch of your torso. "You are perfection... so overwhelming... I must have you... no... I need you to have me!"

This sparks that familiar rage within Lorinus, whose open disdain for you had been subdued by his lusts and inadequacies up until this point. "Palatia! Get back here at once!" His voice cracks as he yells at her, knowing he has no real power to do anything about this situation. He had spent enough time now marvelling your form to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that if he were to try and wrestle his wife away from you, you could simply shove him away with one arm and very little effort. With his wife unresponsive, he turns his attention to Gemana instead, doing his best to ignore his protector's currently naked form and submissive stance. "I order you to break them up at once!"

Gemana's cheek flushes as she looks between you and Lorinus. As insecure a position as she has found herself in, she is still honour bound to carry out these orders. However Palatia's submission to you offers Gemana a third option. "Oh do shut up!" Palatia yells at Lorinus before whispering up into your ear as she strokes your muscular arms. "If he bothers us again, would you please shut him up for me? Just thinking about it makes me... very excited."

With Palatia countermanding Lorinus's orders, Gemana is free to fall upon inaction to avoid choosing between her two masters. This leaves you free to enjoy your gift uninterrupted.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

It was heartening to know that her will was as one with that of a Daedric Prince. Though Urzula did not doubt that the Creator of Curses' wrath was a terrible thing to behold, she did not intend to fail him. To that end, it was all the more important that she made a good showing in dominating the sweet little Imperial that came crawling her way. The hot, slick feel of Palatia's tongue, lapping so reverently up the curve of her breast brought a grin to the chief's face. As if she didn't already know how badly she was desired. With or without Malacath's divine favor, the poor woman was lost to her husband the moment she caught sight of the monstrous green shaft dangling between Urzula's legs. One way or another, it would have found purchase inside her, and the orc's seed would have filled her deepest parts. It was just a matter of expediting the process, at that point.

Enraptured by her body though he was, it seemed enough to shake Lorinus out of his stupor. Foolish man. He understood innately that he couldn't best her in a sphere that mattered, but rather than simply accept his fate and wait for her to finish with his wife, he decided to yap at a better, stronger soul to do his bidding. Would that he had simply settled in for the show, she might have given him the satisfaction of seconds, letting him at least enjoy a little more intimate a touch from the woman he meant to wed. But threatening to interrupt her time with such a fine woman? That much was unforgivable. For a sparse few moments, she considered pulling herself free from Doria's sweet embrace to put down the potential threat that was Gemana, loath as she was to do so, but Palatia's words seemed to bring the legionnaire to a halt. Her grin only grew wider and more wicked.

"Oh, it makes you excited, does it?" For the first time since speaking to Malacath, Urzula made her words known, her voice deep and husky as she murmured against Palatia's jaw, turning her head such that she could pepper it with kisses, "Such a naughty girl, wanting a big, savage brute to knock your husband into the dirt before she has her way with you. But that's what has to happen, isn't it? He needs to be shown he doesn't deserve you. Doesn't deserve this."

While one hand had looped around Palatia's waist, to bring her all the closer, another sat idly by until that moment, when it came around to slide between her shapely thighs and cup the hot, sticky slit between her legs. She stroked thoughtfully, her thick digits exercising a broad, exploratory pressure as she spoke.

"He's not strong enough... The laws of the Empire might put him above other men, but instinctively? We know he isn't. We can see that he isn't," Her eyes drifted down to the pathetic little gathering between his legs, a few thin ropes across the ground that he had offered in honor of her passionate lovemaking, "His seed is as weak as he is. Your noble lineage deserves better. Strong, fierce, cunning sons and daughters, to defeat all your rivals for generations to come."

The hand between her legs stopped for a time, and with it she reached down to acknowledge her beloved Doria, stroking the thick thighs that had until then been wrapped around her own legs. She slid her moist hand up to where their sexes met, and seizing her shaft around its base, pulled and pulled until it could spring free from the Nord's depths, a deluge of seed following.

"You know just where to get those sons and daughters, too. Sweet Doria certainly knew. That's why she spread her legs and let a real cock breed her full. And my Doria is a sweet, understanding woman... I'm sure she's willing to share her big, potent stud. You need only ask, and it will be so..."

Her eyes, full of affection for the blonde, hardened as they drifted up from her to the Imperial who sat across from them. Her mien was as ferocious as it had ever been as she spoke to the man she meant to cuckold that night.

"As for you, you'll be a dutiful husband and allow your wife to do what she must for the good of your household, or I might just have to come across that fire pit and put this monster to use on a different member of it."

She flicked her cock for emphasis, a fat strand of cum larger than an entire load from the nobleman falling free and splattering against Doria's soiled loins.