Skyrim : Megan Stormfall, an Imperial discovery (Opale x Luke The Observer)

[Opale]

Chapter 1 -- Begin Anew

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Having escaped Cyrodiil, it took a couple of days to cross the mountains, alas she hadn't enough warm clothing to keep the worst of the cold at bay. Being an Imperial, she was barely capable of withstanding cold naturally, but when the wind whipped up snow into her face, leaving her half blinded as she walked along, even her teeth would chatter as it cut straight through her lin cloak.

The weather cleared as crested the mountain, and she had to stop and stare at the sight that unfolded before her. Skyrim. Home of the Nords. Cyrodiil had been her home since her birth. She'd grown up and was happy there. That didn't mean she was too upset to make a new home for herself in Skyrim. She just had to figure out where and how.

It took a few hours to descend the mountain, walking into a forested area, following the main road until she came to a junction. Looking left and right, the signpost suggested a town was only a couple of miles off to the right, by the name of Falkreath. A town or city meant an inn, food and drink, and a warm bed. So Falkreath it was.

Megan would admit to being relieved that she still had armour and weapons. She only wore light armour, mostly leather with steel plate in the important parts. Her weapons were the best available, though. The Fighter's Guild didn't scrimp on armour and weapons, as without the best available, we'd have quickly run out of fighters.

Left feeling rather glad she was young and fit, having spent three days crossing the border, light was dimming as she approached the outskirts of Falkreath, and she realised things were very different in Skyrim to Cyrodiil. Walking up to the main gates, the pair of guards standing there looking rather board gave her a curious glance but said nothing as she passed by. There wasn't much to Falkreath on first appearance. At the end of the main road was what Megan guessed the be the lord's hall. There were a few shops lined either side of the road, including a blacksmith. But, most importantly, there was an inn, a sign suggesting it was named 'Dead Man's Drink'.

Walking inside, it was surprisingly empty except for a woman behind the bar and another sweeping the floor. She turned to Megan and smiled. "Shor's bones! You're gorgeous girl, you'll turn very man's head in Falkreath!"

"Um, thanks."

Walking towards the bar, the woman was wiping it down with a cloth, noticing my approach and smiling. "I'm Valga. Welcome to Dead Man's Drink. What can I get you?"

"An ale, please."

As she poured Megan a tankard, who took a seat on one of the stools, dumping bag on the floor. "I hear a faint accent in your voice, yet you're clearly not a Nord. Where are you from?"

"Just crossed in from Cyrodiil."

"Oh, whatever for?"

"Needed a change."

Placing a tankard in front of her, Megan handed over a couple coin and thanked her. "You've perhaps come at the wrong time, with the civil war and all."

"Civil war?" Megan couldn't hide the surprise. She didn't know a thing about it.

Valga just scoffed. "Of course it wouldn't be news in Cyrodiil. Ever heard of Ulfric Stormcloak?" Megan shook her head. "The White-Gold Concordat and the banning of Talos worship?"

"No to the first question. Vaguely the second question."

"Well, the only thing I can suggest is that you watch yourself when on the open road. The Empire and Stormcloak both patrol, and sometimes don't mind taking prisoners."

Megan took a room for the evening, dumping her bag on the single bed, and as the inn started to fill up for the evening, she found myself chatting with some of the locals. Most were either fellow Nords, but there were a few from Cyrodiil and even a Redguard, a woman by the name of Zaria who ran the local apothecary. As they chatted, Megan could feel an underlying tension between certain people, believing it was probably to do with the civil war. Some of the Nords were proud to tell her they backed the Stormcloak Rebellion, as it was called. Megan kept any opinion to herself, not that she had one, merely stating she'd just arrived and was wondering what to do.

 

[Doctor Manhattan]

It had been a trying affair for the Dragonborn, taking down Alduin, and much had changed in Skyrim since then. He had just returned from the beyond, Sovngarde, crossing the veil back so that he could be among the living again, and thus it was after his meeting with the remaining Blades that he felt he could finally relax. Or at least, that was the plan.

Naturally, everything went to shit just about right away.

For this Dragonborn, Malakir, had a secret, and that was what tended to lead him astray. While his blood bore a special mark that enabled him to engage with the great soaring beasts and even speak their language, he had not gone about making his mark in the "usual" way. He was definitely not the type to be moral and trustworthy at all times.

In point of fact, Malakir happened to be a maleficar of some considerable skill, having honed his craft and the ability to create wondrous spells throughout the days and weeks and months leading up to his climactic battle. He dealt in dark magic of all kinds, spells that could flay someone alive or reduce them to dust or worse, and he had not shied away from using these abilities for maximum carnage.

Therefore he was a killer, and of the kind that had no qualms about ending the lives of the many residents of Skyrim, specifically those that had been in his way. Cruelly he'd dispatched them all, burning entire leagues of enemies or making them choke on their own blood. It was a particular failing of his that he liked causing pain, and often ramped up the damage done to the level of pure evil, if he had a choice in the matter. To make those who would stand against him truly suffer happened to be his ideal aim, and he achieved this as much as humanly possible. It was almost all too easy to use just his fists, lined with immense power, to make all of this happen - and he had done so in his own inimitable way.

Up until now, that is.

Frankly, Malakir needed a rest, and he was on his way to Falkreath to get some if he could. It was a cozy town, and marked with very few notable marks along the path, and even fewer within. Yet, it housed a point of interest for one such as he - that of Grave Concotions, where the alchemist happened to be of considerable skill. Hence, it was as good a place as any to determine what he should do next, with the whole of Tamriel at his whim if he so chose.

On the back of his horse, Shadowmere, with the Robes of Twilight adorning his dark skin, the male moved slowly across the lanes, and a few passers-by waved at him delightedly, happy to make themselves known to him. He waved back, but there was no heart in it - he didn't care at all, truth by told.

No, the only thing that he truly gave a damn about was getting his rocks off, if he could help it. He hadn't been with a woman in a good while, and one other thing about Falkreath that he loved was the quantity of cheap whores available, all of whom were supposedly rather good at their job.

Sighing, and stroking his facial hair, he made his way to the local inn, the Dead Man's Drink, and tied up his mare outside, then made his way inside with firm steps to signal his arrival.

They would know who it was.

As he walked past the entrance, he stopped, and marveled at what he had found. A woman, a beautiful one, sat there adorned in armor, chatting away with the barkeep, and Malakir was entranced. His dark brown irises traced every inch, every curve, and he patiently sat at one of the tables, purposefully keeping away. It was only once the woman retired to her room that he approached the bartender.

She looked at him and smiled, recognizing his face at once. "Ah, the Dragonborn here in the flesh. I'm Valga. Welcome to Dead Man's Drink. What can I get you?" He ordered a spiced rum, and then asked the critical question. "Who was that woman that you were just speaking with?" Valga got his drink, and then answered him. "Oh that's...well, I didn't catch her name," she began sheepishly, "but she's just over from Cyrodil. I told her to watch her back, as there are many different parties about who will snatch her instantly, when it comes down to it."

Malakir smiled, and took a big swig from his glass. "Interesting. Yes, it could be very bad for her indeed if she's not careful. Smart advice."

Exactly how bad it would be, only he knew.

 

[Opale]

After closing the doors behind her, Megan took a deep breath. It was good to be arrived in Tamriel. She spent many years dreaming about it when she was younger, before turning to a life of adventure as a mercenary. Nowadays she hardly has the chance to visit and hasn't done so in years. Life was different back then.

Megan listened to the tune of the bard downstairs as she drunkenly began to undress herself. Her light leather armor was a tight fit thanks to wearing it almost everyday for many years and often going days without taking it off. It almost felt like a part of her, a second skin, and despite its condition she never even thought about upgrading her gear. They shared memories after all.

She layed the different layers of leather over a chair and looked at the damage caused by swords, arrows and magic while taking off her undergarnment. She remembered every single hit, cut and burn on it and was glad her own body was spared from them. Megan was proud of her own body and glad her skin was still flawless. Her breasts were huge compared to other girls in Skyrim and she loved the blue veins one could make out underneath the skin. Her puffy nipples had a light pink color to them as did the lips between her legs. She fondled her exposed breasts playfully while thinking about the gifts she was given by the gods and giggled. She may not have been in the North before but she was sure the local men would remember her either way. How could anyone forget a body like this?

After a last sip of mead Megan went to bed thinking of her past around this place and began to fall asleep with a happy grin. She felt safe in the room and like in her youth, she fell asleep almost instantly.

 

[Doctor Manhattan]

He watched, and waited.

It was all too easy as far as he was concerned, given that Malakir had no knowledge of the woman outside of the little that the bartender told him. He gave the woman a good tip for her tales, and he was glad that he had wandered inside of here if he was to be honest. It was definitely something much different than he was expecting - but welcome.

Knowing that the girl was there in one of the rooms made it all the more easier to get himself ready to go inside, whether it was locked or not; it was getting late enough, and he assumed that the lady would soon be off to sleep, and therefore not really on her guard for intruders. It was the exact chance that he needed in order to get through, and that was more than good enough for him.

It was just a small amount of time that he required, if he was to be honest, and therefore he made his plans. First, he had to make sure that there was not anyone in the Inn proper, the main area, that would see him enter and then...do whatever he needed to. Malakir still wasn't sure if he was going to act here, or somewhere else, but he had only gotten a few glimpses of the girl in the first place. Normally, that would be just fine, but in this case he wanted to take a bit more of the peek and get a sense of her form. Based on what he had already seen, she looked every inch of true gorgeousness, and therefore she was to be the perfect kind of woman for him. He had a fair inkling of all the things that he might put her through, but there was no rush...or was there? Probably not, he determined, glancing about the inn.

With a carefully cast spell, he engineered it so that no one would notice his enter her room - which, while locked, was easy enough to open with another spell. Once he was inside of her room, he took a good glance at what she had to offer, and smiled as he felt his manhood rise. The male cast a spell of silence, so that no one could hear them, and thought about making her more docile through magical means but decided against it. Just like this was enough.

If he was cautious enough, she wouldn't rise, and that was perfect for him. The first thing that he did was take his longest finger and, sitting on the edge of her best, crawled up her skin until he fount her slit. With an evil smirk, the male slipped his digit in, and felt how hot she was down there. Then, he start playing with her sweet cunt, and keeping eyes on her sharply while he did so.

 

[Opale]

Megan was exhausted from her travels. And withotu a sound to alert her, she indeed was sleeping deeply, when he entered her room. On her chest, he couldn't see much of her cleavage, since she was sleeping naked, the cover almost dropped down the bed. Her muscled bubble butt on the other hand was a delight to see, and his finger could only slide on her silk skin, down her thighs.
She shivered a bit in her sleep, as he progressed to reach her slit, and saw that she wasn't shaved her down, keeping a wild bushy pubis. Nothing that couldn't be changed if he ever wanted her smooth like a whore. His finger played a bit over her netherlips, which reacted soon byy a leaking trail of lovejuices. Her face now showing some sexual tension even in her sleep, with her luscious lips partying erotically. She even mewled softly the instant he forced his digit in her snatch, finding it tight and wet...

In her sleep Megan herself began to have twisted dreams, of sexual nature for sure, as she curled up slightly easying access to her tormented sex. that wouldn't be long before she woke up, and then...

 

[Doctor Manhattan]

Malakir had to be careful; it was a great risk, touching her like this, but then again due to his magic, no one would be able to hear them. He was more concerned that she might be able to escape her fate, if that was indeed possible, as he had no doubts that she would rise soon. Another spell soon followed, and that meant that the door would not open from inside; they were trapped together for as long as he needed. As for what exactly he needed, well, that was something he explored even now.

While he preferred his women shaved, in this case, Malakir had no real cause for complaint. She was au natural, which had to be fairly standard course for the ladies of Skyrim, and certainly the prostitutes that Malakir had paid for still had that particular problem as well. It didn't matter; no sooner did he penetrate her with his lengthy finger then she mewled, melodically as it were, and she looked the picture of sexual submission as he worked her over little by little.

And that was exactly how he went about it, teasing and toying with her leaking snatch as if it were his own and he could do what he pleased. Come to think of it, that was pretty much how he felt - in command and control. Even if she woke up, she would be helpless, and so Malakir went on toying with her seeping cunt, darting his digit as deep as he could, and using the motions to fuck her with that single finger, thoroughly enjoying himself, and more than content that while she could certainly feel him, she would be powerless to stop him - and whatever it was that he did next.

 

[Opale]

After toying with Megan's slit for another minute, he slid a finger inside of her hole, rubbing at her insides before removing his finger slick with her wetness and engorged with arousal. He thought he heard the tiniest gasp released from her mouth, but when he looked up she was still completely unconscious.

Even, Megan spread legs apart to better accommodate his finger thrusts. She moved her hands backwards, garnering a firm grip on her thighs that were soft as pillows, pulling them as far upwards as they would go, opening herself up for even deeper penetration, all while sleeping, certianly having a naughty dream.

She was ridiculously tight. Malakir discovered the fact that she remained as tight as a virgin. Even with her natural lubrication making itself plentiful, the pressure around his finger was plentiful and massively pleasurable.

It wasn't long before Megan couldn't hold it any longer. She blinked and opened her incredibly beautiful blue eyes, and gaspedwith surprise. Both from the sensation of having someone fingering her, and with the panic of finding someone in her room in the middle of the night. She instinctively rolled on her back, to grab the curved dagger under her pillow, and stab at the intruder !

 

[Doctor Manhattan]

Goodness, she really had a gifted little pussy, didn't she? At least, that was how it felt to Malakir as he kept on toying with her cunt as if he was the new owner of the hole, and went about the business of getting her to open up. That was because she was unusually tight, and it made it more difficult to spread her open; yet, he persevered, and was rewarded with her moans of pleasure as he took over.

And he was not at all gentle; no, the male rammed his finger inside of her dripping cunt as hard as he dared, crashing into her with the force borne of years of knowledge. It wasn't at all his usual line of business to be so bold in the company of someone new, but what would she do? In his mind, he was more than safe, and having his fun was something that he wouldn't stop doing if he could help it.

"That's a good girl for me," he whispered to her as he worked her heated hole over, and kept on pumping his lone digit into her with no mercy whatsoever. If she managed to cum, all the better, and if not - well, he felt his own burgeoning hard-on swell up, as if ready to join in the fun. That would be something special, no doubt.

It was no surprise that she awoke; he would have also if someone toyed with his thick mass down below, and Malakir was amazed that it had taken so long. The dagger blow certainly was speedy and swift; clearly she was a warrior of great skill. "Oh, no you don't," he informed her, ducking away from the swing and firing off a spell that would disarm her. If it landed, she was screwed.

Well, she was screwed anyway, but he didn't bother to tell her that in the heat of the moment.

 

[Opale]

As he ducked to avoid her dagger, she herself got carried away by too much momentum. She rolled down the bed, nude, and raised a dagger in hand, ready to strike again. Not that she avoided his spell, but more likely a lucky move put her out of the way. She tried to adjust her eyes to the room's darkness, and yelled out

"GUARDS GUARDS ! Help here ! " she warned around, not aware some sort of spells might have been cast before hand or not. "You're going to pay for that, perv. Surrender and I might not cut your balls to feed them to the mudcrabs." Her fierce, gorgeous face was radiating with fury at this moment, making her ready to jump on him, and slaughter him with her incurved weapon if she had to.

She studied him for a second or two, only noticng dark robes and such, and wondered if he was more than just a rapist. Which reminded her how vulnerable she was all naked, with only a dagger between her and this dark figure.

 

[Doctor Manhattan]

Malakir, for his part, reared back and laughed mirthfully, straight in her face.

He wasn't in the least concerned about the dagger; sure, he could see that she wielded it effectively and could easily dispatch someone with the simple blade if she so wished, but he was no meager intruder come to die at her hands. In fact he was the Dragonborn, and had all the ability to keep her at bay. It was a wonder that she'd managed to avoid his first spell fired in her direction, but would she be able to evade the rest.

"No one can hear you, darling," he told her directly, enjoying the power his constant working had afforded him. "It's just you and me, lovely lady, and you have no chance," he informed the woman, as if there was every any doubt. "And I've barely started on you, you know. Just fingered a bit, but...your holes, all of them, are mine as I please," he finished, with a trace of pure malice coming from his lips.

If she was in any doubt as to what he said, he took in a deep breath and fired off a Dragon Shout, this one that would push her back against the wall with a forceful blast of air, and then another disarming spell at the same time, that would reduce her weapon to ash, more or less. And as he waited to see if either would work - though he suspected they might succeed - the male prepared his next assault, summoning up Death Magic from the area outside the Inn, and getting himself ready.

She never had a chance.

 

[Opale]

The Thu'um took her by surprise, and she crashed against the wall with a loud thud. Along with alot of items that were balsted around in the room, including the bed and shelters. Shocked, she barely noticed the dagger had left her hand, and without having it between them anymore, she felt a rush of fear and adrenaline through her spine. Taking a second wind, she yelled and grabbed the first thing at hand - a large bucket used for her washing, and tossed it, and the soapy water at his figure. He might be able to avoid the bucket itself, but with luck, the water would splash him and give her precious seconds to put her hand on her sword.

"YAAAH ! you filthy pig ! You are a dead man who ignores it !" she yelled back at him, diving at the other side of the bed, if she was swift enough to do so. Beads of cold perspiration covering her body now, and giving her a itchy chilling shiver.

 

[Doctor Manhattan]

It was like slow motion to Malakir, as if time made everything that much more intense.

First of all, he was glad that she was rocked back, slamming into the wall loudly, and that allowed him the advantage that he needed. Her dagger dissipated as well, and she was left to fend against him with the remaining items in the room, and her own wit and will. Malakir did not underestimate her; he was sure that the girl happened to be a formidable warrior, and so any opportunity that she would have to get at him was something he needed to be aware of. He did not, however, expect the barrage of water to fly at him, as that was not a factor he had been considering. Still, he was fine with it, and took the splash well, keeping his eyes open and on her, in case she attempted a new tactic.

That was, in fact, what she did, and again he was tempted to chuckle at her pointless expressions. "Filthy pig? Woman, you haven't yet seen even a fraction of my filth," he growled at her, watching as she tried to make a dive toward where her sword likely was. She certainly didn't give up so easily, and that much he respected. It would be a lot more fun to break her as a result.

"Oh no, none of that," he let her know, and with a flick of his hands, he aimed a spell that would transform her sword into nothing more than a docile wolf.

 

[Opale]

An instant she was extending her hand to grab her sword, an instant later, she backed off, onking against the bed, still nude and oogling at the impossible. Instead of her weapon, a dark grey wolve with yellow eyes was sitting here, looking at her. She cursed like only an imperial girl could, using obscenes ways to describe the Nords and their women. Crawling back and up onto the bed, to escape the immediate danger a wild animal represented in a close room.

"By the Thalrims, what is this ? What do you want of me, mage ? Who paid you to assault me ?!" she yelled back at him, taking as much distance as possible from the beast now, nearly ignoring the man's presence.

 

[Doctor Manhattan]

"Paid? Paid me? Don't be silly, my dear lady - I assaulted you of my own accord," he said gaily, happy to let her know that fact and more than a little pleased with himself that things had gone so well so far. "Come here, boy," he said to the animal, and the creature made his way over, wagging his tail, looking politely interested in the scene that was unfolding. The spell that the Dragonborn had used left the wolf with a sharp enough brain that he would be able to answer commands. This allowed him total control over the beast, and that happened to be exactly what he needed in order to keep himself above his captive - for that was what she would be.

"Mmm, I did like messing around with your warm little cunt," he mused aloud, stroking his chin and relaxing now, as she was not really in a position to fight him any longer. "One thing I didn't like though was that you haven't shaved or waxed it clean. Shall I help you out?" Another quick spell shot off, which would strip all her hair away from the lower half of her body, from her pubes to her legs.

Without waiting to see if this one hit her or not, Malakir leered at the girl and looked down at the wolf. "Go ahead boy, fuck her in the pussy," he said fiercely, and the wolf turned to face the lady, growled, and leapt onto the bed, intent on commiting the action which he was told to carry out. It would be quite the show, Malakir contemplated, and perhaps he'd join in soon enough. For now, though, he wanted to find out whether the makeshift wolf would complete his charge.

It'd be a sight to see, that was for sure.

 

[Opale]

Megan eyes opened so wide in their orbits that it could have been comical without the seriousness of the situation, and the presence of this mad rapist. She gasped out loud as the "hair remover spell was cast upon her, making her lower body as smooth and clean as a baby. A strange feeling , a chill caressing her now smooth skin ran upon her, as she realized what just happened.

But there was nothign she could do about it. And in addition, her ears echoed with his last words. Was he serious , He would ask a wolf.. an animal.. to rape her ?! That was a nightmare. She was going to wake up ! She yelled "NOOO !" and turned to raise and flee or fight, if she was able to. She grabbed the cover, and twisted it to solidify it like a whip of fortune, and lashed it out at the beast.

"GO AWAY ! HELP HELP ! SOMEONE HELP !"

 

[Doctor Manhattan]

Malakir thoroughly loved all that he was doing, and he wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

As far as he was concerned, with the girl cornered and at his mercy, he was able to do what he pleased in the hope that it would take, and in this case he was able to see all that she did in order to prevent herself from getting stuffed by the wolf's member. Malakir saw that the beast's phallus was already upright, and that the creature whined, as if needy for a good place to stick that very same instrument.

"Soon, don't worry boy, soon enough you'll get your treat," he told the animal, right before the female fired off her attack. Thankfully, the wolf was smart enough to avoid the strike completely, bounding off the bed, and then afterwards he hopped back on near where the outline of the girl's feet were, wrapped into the blanket in order to preserve her modesty as best as she could.

"Mmm, I think maybe the wolf needs my help. Fine, I've got nothing to do but use you anyway," he shrugged, his broad shoulders moving up and then down again. With another spell, he made the blanket shimmer into the void, and thus the woman was left naked, entirely the subject of his will.

Well, and also the wolf's thickening cock. "Remember, as I told you, no one can hear you. Go, get her boy," he said hotly, and ducked low to get a good look.

 

[Opale]

Megan was left with nothing to defend herself. She placated herself against the wall, turning her head aside, like in absolute fear of what was going to happen next. The wolf might decide to kill her and devoure her. She could only accept her fate now, and die with dignity. Her mind wandered in her past, thinking about her friends, her family, her homeland. The beast approaching her with a sinister growl.

Then, she opened her eyes, and darted them on the dark figure. She whispered to him, a last plea "Why.. why are you doing that ? Who are you ?" nearly certain the beast would be on her within a second.

 

[Doctor Manhattan]

For his part, Malakir was well aware that she was not under threat, as far as an attack. While the wolf approached her and growled slightly, the Dragonborn was well aware that it was because he was hungry - and not for food. By now his shaft was fully erect, and fairly impressive; having felt the tightness of her slit earlier, It would be a tough task indeed to fit all of that into her without too much trouble.

That was what the wolf was about to do, of course, closer and closer...

"Why? Because I find you attractive, that's why, and I do what I please - I'm the Dragonborn," he announced, not caring about what particular effect this declaration would produce. The creature came up to her and looked at him before positioning himself, getting ready. "I like your form and figure, and decided to make you my personal fucktoy. I do hope you don't mind."
Even if she did, it was far too late. She would be overtaken by the animal soon enough, and he was more than willing to simply observe.

 

[Opale]

The dragonborn ?! A sparkle of pure fear and explanation opened Megan's mind to the possibilities. Were the rumors true ? Was he like a goldy avatar on this world ? And if so, what could she do ? Or was just that man a creature of evil, a daedra maybe ? In a man's disguise, plyaing with her, torturing her, before killing her when he'd be bored of her. She didn't know for sure, but nothing of those was good omen.

Her blue eyes locked onto the wolves, as he growled at her, still placating her back and ass to the wall, standing naked and vulnerable in front of a dangerous wild beast. What could she do ? What was left to her ? Think Megan, think. She witnessed her body betraying her panic, her fear, as she started to tremble, feeling the animal breathe upon her pubis, now as smooth as a dolphin skin.

"Please.. please don't.. do that.."

 

[Doctor Manhattan]

It was obvious to Malakir that, despite what he told her, she struggled to believe him for whatever reason. Probably it was because he was more or less using her for his own purposes just at that moment, and not at all behaving in a way that a Dragonborn "normally" would. Granted, he was hardly normal by any means, but at the very least there had been standards that he felt he should have stayed beholden too.

Yet, having zero sense of morality, instead it ended up that he was a mage with nearly unlimited power and did what he wanted to do, now that his main task was over.

Poor girl. She was in a rough position, having been put there by Malakir himself, and he could see that she was struggling to keep her composure, even as the wolf got ever closer to completing his task, which meant that he would soon push his meat straight on through the woman and impale her with his monstrous dick. Perfect. "You've never fucked a beast before, have you?" He wasn't sure if she'd fucked at all, given the pressure in her warm pussy when his finger was inside. "I think you'll like it, honestly, but well, what do I know."

Giggling, he stared straight at the wolf, who had been licking her right around the labia area, and he nodded. "Fuck that cunt, boy. Now."

 

[Opale]

Was this her fault? If she hadn't chosen o fight him earlier, would he be suffering like this now?

The idea that she'd saved her own skin, only to sacrifice it, even unintentionally, was horrifying.

Although she couldn't tell exactly what the Wolf was doing to her, she had a very good idea. Same-sex experimentation was not unknown to her, although she'd never done it herself, so she knew what the Wolf must be preparing her for. And she also knew, from her own body reactions, that the licking was disgusting her but also making her tense, from the teasing it had on her now smooth shaved slit.

The very idea of beastial sex had always horrified her. It seemed so dirty and undignified. By fear, but also by instinct, she had dropped to her knees, before the wolf approached her from behind, forcing her on her four.
The beast shifted on top of her again and it was all she could do not to moan. His pelvis was pressed against her splayed pussy lips, his pubic bone still grinding against her clit every time he moved, and that whole area was super sensitive after her shameful arousal. Thankfully she was flexible enough that being bent in half, even for a length of time, was only uncomfortable rather than being painful.

The wolf made a groaning noise behind her back,. When she looked up at him, she could see that ...

The sudden pressure deep within her made Megan realize that the wolf's cock was growing inside of her, hardening and pushing its length back into the depths of her pussy.

"Oooooooooooh!" She writhed beneath him again, her pussy tightening around the hardening shaft. Her face wet from tears and horror.

 

[Doctor Manhattan]

It was, on the whole, most definitely entertaining for Malakir to observe the plight of his poor victim.

She tried her best to keep away whenever she could, oh yes, but in the end she was to succumb to her fate directly.

The wolf worked his way up to entering her, as if he were a human male, Come to think of it, Malakir had not used the spell in this particular way before; he wondered exactly what the makeup of the creature was. Yes, he was well aware that there was a deep intelligence inside the beast that he could not hope to fathom, even though it was created in an instant, with just a few words and a flash.

He had to remind himself that it was her sword, ironically enough, that had led to the composition of the animal before her, poised to enter her. She had fallen into a position that was wide open for him to mount, and Malakir's sharp dark eyes caught every single movement.

Then, finally, the wolf did take over, piercing her with the heavy rod that was between his hind legs, and Malakir nearly laughed in pure joy. "Yes, fuck her, just like that," he cooed, almost a whisper, and with the fact that he had rendered her clean, it was a wonder that she wasn't overloaded with sensitivity. Her wonderfully tight pussy was violated repeatedly by the animal, and Malakir loved every minute of it.

He also noted that she experienced the way the wolf's member knotted within the confines of her tiny cunt; if she needed an expansion, she was going to get it.

Malakir couldn't resist; he pulled his own swollen manhood free from his robes and stroked himself, all of his eight inches proudly on display. It was truly a vision to behold in his eyes, and he wasn't about to let it go to waste.

 

[Opale]

"PLEASE NO!" she ordered but the wolf paid no mind to her command. Without warning he jumped up onto her back, his large paws landing on the shoulders. His nails dug into her smooth skin and his weight, along with the pain and the pressure coming from his nails added to the humiliation. She tried to push him off but the sheer weight of the wolf pushed her further to the bed. She was helpless and screaming when it struck her, the wolf was mounting her. She let out a deafening scream and she felt him start to move back and forth. His claws digging into her, she could feel them ripping her skin and the blood trickling down her sides.

His motions became more fluid and she felt his dick hit against her pussy lips. "OH FUCK" she let out, her mind racing, she was not going to let herself get fucked by a beast, much less allow herself to lose her dignity this way in front of the dragonborn. She tried scrambling forward to get away from the animal's grasp but that only made the situation worse since she was exposed. She soon felt the tip of his dick hit the entrance of her tight slit hole. She let out a gasp but it was to late, the wolf had known he hit his mark.

Thrusting forward he forced his cock into her sex. Megan screamed in pain as she felt her tight skin ripping and expanding. He began to pump his cock in and out of her ferociously and she began to cry. She screamed out in pain again and the wolf tightened his grip on her, pulling her closer to him, scratching her deep with his claws. Suddenly she felt his cock tightening and became aware that a large lump was slapping against her pussy, ravaging her. He thrust again and she felt the knott in the canine penis start to enter her fully. The pain she thought was unbearable until she felt him thrust again this time shoving the whole knot into her now raw but still tight vagina. She cried out in pain and felt the Knott growing larger and larger until it felt like there was a baseball right inside her pulsating pussy, and then she felt him cum, his warm cum shot up deep inside her and he seemed to spasm a few times letting out spurt after spurt of wolf cum deep into her belly. Worse was, she knew about all of this : it was going to be this way again and again and again for at least an hour!

Then she nibbled on her luscious lips, and she screamed more, eyes imploring, her beautiful face flushed up wildly, as the pain slowly turned into a depraved shameful better sensation : pleasure.. she was getting pleasure from been mounted by a wolf.. been raped by an animal...

 

[Doctor Manhattan]

It seemed like to him that the girl was in a state of shock, horror, and...pleasure. Probably she'd never admit it to anyone how she felt in that moment, but it was clear to him that she felt every single inch of the wolf's monstrous cock inside of her body, and it was definitely a new sensation. More than that, the creature caused her pain; he didn't mean to, of course, but he had to hang on naturally to build up a rhythm and steadily fuck the woman. It was an entertainment to watch, as far as Malakir was concerned, but he also suspected that she might not survive if he didn't step in.

Sure, she tried to run ahead - what else could she possibly do? There was no hope of escape, but for her troubles, she only succeeding in delaying the inevitable. The wolf was not to be put off, and having had a good deal of fun with her already, he did not let go so easily. It wasn't long before the creature caught up with her again and re-entered her abused pussy, wet with need and certainly stimulated beyond all reason. Malakir himself wondered what it would be like to get used by an animal in this way. Perhaps it would feel rather nice, and perhaps it would be a nasty, disgusting affair.

With a motion from his hands, he declawed the beast deliberately, who was too busy with matters of his own to notice. Another key spell soon followed from the Dragonborn's fingertips, and he sealed the gashes that had caused damage to the lady's soft, snowy skin. The wolf had all but cut into her, and there were visible gashes everywhere, but Malakir all but made them disappear. Certainly, it was the first time that he had allowed such an act to occur, and it did truly fascinate him. "That's a good pussy, isn't it boy?" It sure was, based on the way that she was being humped furiously, as if it would never stop. It seemed to Malakir that the animal readily took to this odd proposition with aplomb, and soon he was to witness the explosion of the wolf's seed flooding his victim's snatch copiously, leaking out of the sides as the creature growled and had his fill. It was the most lovely thing to see, and in Malakir's cold, dark eyes it was the culmination of what he had started.

Though it seemed like the beast could start again at any time, Malakir had enough - for now. A small motion from his wrists made the apparition vanish, to fade back into the darkness from when it came, and he stepped forward, with his own thick mass jutting out from his robes. "You did well, taking that fat dick inside of you," he muttered, approaching the woman. "It felt good at the end, didn't it? It felt good getting your pussy wrecked by that beastly cock." He was taunting her, yes, but it was for a purpose, as he grabbed the base of his elongated shaft and slapped it against her cheek. "Now, you're going to show me how good of a cocksucker you are - and NO BITING," he howled, "or I will kill you myself." He raised his fists as if he were about to do so. "Show me what you can do. It will be the first part of your training, understood?"

If she didn't get it, she soon would. He'd see to that personally.

 

[Opale]

Megan was feeling like she was going to faint. With that man watching her get pleasure and horror after been fucked by a wolf. This was sick. It was going to destroy her reputation, her life as a warrior even. She'd get banished from places if people knew, and treated like a cheap dog slut wherever she'd go. Vertigo took her, but she didn't loose consciousness.
No. Because for an unknown reason, knowing this, turned her on too. That was odd, awkward, shameful, but it was true. She was getting aroused at the thought of forced sex with the beast.. What was wrong with her ?! A mix of emotions flooding her and passing on her face, as she glanced back at Malakir in silence, her face a mess of tears and sobbings.

Then he bitch slapped her on the face with his erected cock.
Nothing would have prepared Megan for this. She stared in shock, and amusement, as the man stretched up felinely, displaying a monstruous hard cock. She covered her mouth with a hand, the other one still holding her on her four, now releaved from the beast pressure on her back and inside her tight slit. And her mind was like "Oh my god ! Help me ! This is insane ! "

Heart drumming wild in her chest, and with some fear, Megan gulped her saliva harshly, her eyes oogling on this massive flacid girth. The words of Malakir rolling in her mind. She was going to get trained sexually like a slave ?! The idea she might get so.. sexually degraded was both making her wiling to run, but also making her heart fasten. It seemed so kinky..

She had never given a blowjob before, but she knew a few things from having listened to other girls over the years, and in particular, that the most important thing was to hide your teeth! Others were to combine your mouth and your hands, and finally to keep looking up lovingly at the eyes of the man. Last, if you can handle it psychologically, swallow.

That caused her to turn a color of red that wasn't far off from a tomato. "It's okay," she said to herself very sheepishly. "I'll be okay." With that, heart drumming wild, and gently handled and caressed her member, which jolted from the delicate touch. It was smooth, warm, and alive. She swallowed her saliva harshly tensed up.

She then slowly wrapped her lips around the cock, and started sucking, taking in just the first couple inches. Having never done a blowjob, she couldn't believe how good it felt, but even more exciting than the feel was the visual. Seeing her dick getting swallowed between Megan's nice, full lips while her shy eyes made contact with Malakir's was just so exciting for the dragonborn...