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The Hung Argonian Breeder

By Gabrielle Milien

Virile-Seed walked through the muddy path of the village filled with a sense of purpose and duty. The male argonian was an unusually large and masculine specimen of his race. His physique would put any nord to shame and no robe or loincloth could hope to hide the womb-destroying member that hung down, swinging between his legs.

He was also the only adult male in Black Marsh. As their population had waned, the argonians had prayed to the hist for a solution and it had given one. Every willing argonian of mating age became a fertile, ready to breed female. Not a single argonian denied the hist and all were changed, while Virile-Seed had become the perfect stud just for them. He had the stamina needed to impregnate every argonian in Black Marsh and the skills and body to please them.

That is exactly what he did too, every day he traveled to a new village and by the morning the entire village would be fertilized. This village would be the last, the only females not carrying Virile-Seed's brood.

He stepped through the flap into the large central hut of the village, normally a place for meetings and feasts with the whole village, today the site of villages most bountiful mating season to date. Inside, dozens of females were already gathered, none of which wearing anything more than ceremonial body paint.

Virile-Seed scanned the room, his eyes drawn to a rather petite argonian who unlike the others, looked rather nervous. The masculine argonian approached her, stooping down to meet her eyes as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Nervous?" he asked.

She nodded. "Y-yeah. I've never done anything with a male before..."

"You knew what would happen when you allowed the hist to change you, surely you want to become a mother?" Virile-Seed asked. "You were a man before, right? What's your name?"

"Beem-Zeeus." She said, nodding again. "Yeah, motherhood isn't what has me so nervous. It's uh... I didn't expect you to be so big."

Virile-Seed laughed. "Is that all? Do not worry, the hist made us for each other, all of us. My body was shaped for your pleasure." He said, his hand dropping to cup one of her smaller breasts. "Why don't you help get me ready Beem-Zeeus? See if you are still having doubts." He said.

The smaller argonian reached out slowly, running her hands along his massive shaft, gasping as it twitched and began to rise under her touch.

"Can't take your eyes off it, can you?" Virile-Seed asked. "It doesn't take much to get me going."

"I... I can see that." Beem-Zeeus said, blushing.

Virile-Seed chuckled. "Do you want to taste it?"

The petite female nodded. "I... I do." She said, leaning in, pressing her snout against the semi-hard cock. Her tongue flicked out, licking it along the side as she groaned in satisfaction at the masculine flavor.

The musky scent had taken hold of her, her eyes practically rolling into the back of her head as she leaned in further, burying her snout up against Virile-Seed's scaly balls, his cock draped over her face as it grew hard.

"Do you trust me now?" Virile-Seed said. "That the hist made us for each other?"

Beem-Zeeus nodded, grunting in affirmative as she continued to nuzzle into his balls.

"Are you ready then? To become a mother?"

She nodded again. "Yes! I'm ready, I need to be bred!" She cried out, all of her hesitation having seemingly melted away.

Virile-Seed stooped down, grabbing the smaller argonian by the waist and lifting her up. She instinctively hooked her legs around his hips while he lined the tip of his gargantuan member up with her slit. Bucking his hips, he pulled her down, his cock sliding inside, delighted squeals coming from Beem-Zeeus as he stretched out her hole, not stopping until their hips collided and he was entirely sheathed within her.

Beem-Zeeus looked down and giggled as she rubbed her stomach, where an obscenely large bulge could be seen, Virile-Seed's cock stretching her out.

The larger male groaned as he could feel her hands touching him through her flesh and began to rock his hips while holding her steady. The other females, seeing that mating has begun, moved in. Virile-Seed could feel the many hands, snouts and tongues along his body and the increased squirming and squealing from Beem-Zeeus indicated she was receiving much of the same treatment. He gasped as he felt an eager tongue pushing against his asshole.

Virile-Seed felt as though he could burst at any moment, but he was the perfect mate, able to hold back as long as he wanted until his partner came first. Not that it took long before Beem-Zeeus experienced her first orgasm as a woman, even an experienced lay would have difficulty holding back with all the attention she was receiving. Virile-Seed wished he could keep going until she had reached her climax a dozen times over, but he had a duty and dozens more females to get through in just one night. He leaned down, pressing his mouth to hers, their narrow, prehensile tongues coiling together in each-others mouth as he unloaded his baby making cream inside of her.

As soon as he was done, he pulled her free and set her down with the others. Another female stepped in front of him, this one was older, old enough that some of her daughters may even be among the group. She was busty and portly, in stark contrast to the previous female. She leaned in, opened her jaws and enveloped Virile-Seeds member, doing her best to keep her eyes open and maintain eye contact with the large male as she took his entire length into her greedy throat. Though Virile-Seed's massive cock was imposing even for the most experienced of throats, she managed it, her tongue coiling around his shaft the entire time.

Seeing her with her throat bulging with his cock, Virile-Seed gave her an impressed smirk as he groaned in pleasure. This seemed to satisfy her as she pulled back away, all the cum from his previous endeavor now cleaned off by her nimble tongue. She turned around, bending over in front of the large male.

Virile-Seed grabbed her ass and gave it a rough squeeze, enjoying the extra fat on her body before pushing his cock up to her slit from behind, sliding into her while another female rushed in front of her, kissing the matronly woman, sharing in the taste of Virile-Seed's cum.

It wasn't long until the mature argonian screamed out in pleasure as an orgasm coursed through her body and she was filled with potent sperm. As soon as she stumbled away, the argonian kissing her laid down in front of Virile-Seed, legs spread invitingly. The large male was on her in a moment, plunging deep inside of her as she curled her arms, legs and tail around his body in an embrace.

This went on for hours, each female he seeded was replaced by the next, until morning broke and none remained who were not bound to be carrying his eggs. Virile-Seed bid them all farewell before beginning his journey back to the first village he had bred, soon they would lay their clutch and be in need of another seeding.

Years passed, the argonians were seeing larger clutches than they had even when their population was at its peak. However, to the north, the dunmer slavers were frustrated with the lack of strong males to capture. Hearing tell of this prolific male, they set out to find him.

Virile-Seed, despite his size and strength, never raised a hand against them when they found him. His fate was to give life, never to take it. He was captured, brought to an auction outside of Mournhold, and sold to a wealthy plantation owner.

It was there that he met other argonian slaves, those who have been long separated from the Hist. The females flocked to him the first night, like he was an avatar of the hist itself. Soon, they would be sporting pregnant bellies. However, unlike their sisters in black marsh, they would not lay eggs. Argonians without the Hist's influence do what their species always did, adapt. They would carry live young in the absence of the egg-nurseries.

The second night, Virile-Seed found himself pulled aside into a tool shed by one of the other slaves, a Khajiit with golden fur. She pressed herself against him, her nose flared as she breathed in, taking in the scent of an argonian male fresh off a hard day's work and smiled.

"In just one day, this one has already heard much about you." Trailing one of her fingers over his bare, scaly chest. "They say you have fathered thousands in your homelands, is this true?"

Virile-Seed nodded. "Yes, I was changed by the Hist to aid in repopulating our people. I left my old life behind and was reborn as Virile-Seed."

The Khajiit purred. "Normally I would think these claims were just superstition and boasting... but this one has never seen an argonian like you..." Her other hand trailed down, running her fingers along the obscene bulge in Virile-Seed's pants.

"Mmf..." The argonian grunted. "I still don't know why the owner insists I wear these... it looks far more ridiculous in them." His cock already twitching from her simple touch.

"I'll say. This one would not object to seeing you in your full glory at all times." She said, licking her lips as her eyes trailed down. "This one is called Soft Paws, many think she got this name for her silent footsteps, but her lovers know the real reason." Her hand slipped into the argonians pants, her incredibly soft, furred fingers pressing against his cock delicately.

"Ah... and now so do I." Virile seed said, his cock creating quite the tent in his pants as it hardened, pressing in between the Khajiit's legs.

"So you do... so, tell me Virile-Seed... what of Khajiit? Can your prolific load impregnate me?" Soft Paws asked, using a claw to rip at the argonians pants, stepping back away from him as his trousers fell to his ankles, exposing his member, her face showing a mix of extreme lust and surprise just at how big it was out in the open.

"I... do not know. But if an argonians seed possibly can... mine will leave you with a full belly." He answered

Soft Paws seemed excited by this response. Stripping from her one piece garment that more resembled a sack than an article of clothing. Her figure was slim, save for her heavy breasts with an appealing curve on her hips. She even had some muscle definition showing through her golden fur, indicative of her life as a laborer. She stepped away, to the other wall of the shed, placing one hand against it, she lifted her leg, showing her impressive flexibility as she lifted it straight into the air, grabbing her foot paw in her other hand.

"This one is interested in finding out." She said, her dripping pussy on full display.

Virile-Seed's cock was completely hard, there was no way he would turn down such an offer from a beautiful and lusty cat woman. He closed the distance between them, he grabbed her by her upraised thigh and lined his cock up with her slit, thrusting inside, eliciting a pleasured growl from the feline.

"By the moons... you are going to tear this one apart." She groaned out through clenched teeth as he sank inside of her.

Virile-Seed slowed down in response, making sure he wasn't actually hurting the Khajiit, eliciting an annoyed glare from Soft Paws.

"Khajiit did not say stop." She snapped, prompting the argonian to keep pushing into her until his balls were pressed against her thigh, her furred belly bulging from his member as she rumbled with deep, purring moans.

"Ahh... so tight... are you sure you are alright?" Virile-Seed asked, unsure how to read the mixed expression on her face.

"Ohh, yes. This one is more than flexible enough, even for you. Don't hold back anything." She purred.

That was all Virile-Seed needed to hear as he leaned forward, grabbing one of her ample breasts, marveling at the softness of them as he began to rock his hips back, sliding partway out of her before slamming back in. Each thrust elicited a sharp mewl of pleasure from the Khajiit as Virile-Seed's scaly body pressed against the feline's soft fur.

Soft Paws arched her back, pressing herself into the wall behind her as she cried out, her pussy clamping down on Virile-Seed's member like a vice as she came, trying to milk the argonian's cock of its potent sperm.

Virile-Seed obliged her body's desires, releasing a torrent of cum that seemed to make her gut bulge just a little more. Both of them convulsed in the bliss of their climax for several moments, before the argonian stepped back, watching as his seed spilled out of the felines used sex before she lowered her leg back down.

She looked back at Virile-Seed with a huge, toothy grin. "They weren't exaggerating, you are... amazing... and still hard? This one is starting to believe your little story... you are certainly no ordinary lizard." She dropped to her knees in front of him, licking the cum from his tip. "Khajiit wonders if the second load will be just as large as the first?"

Virile-Seed grinned. "Only one way to find out." He said, reaching down to stroke the feline's head just behind her ear.

"Mmm, well then... you have never received head from Khajiit, yes? Brace yourself, it is an unforgettable experience." She said, before opening her mouth, taking the argonian's member into her muzzle.

Already the sensation was quite a bit different than the well endowed male was used to, her tongue was broader and had a rough texture that was still yielding enough to still be pleasurable. Meanwhile her soft furred hands were massaging his balls and his shaft as she bobbed her head along the tip. It wasn't until she took him into her throat, gagging as it pushed inside, that he truly understood what she meant as she began to purr, her whole throat vibrating around his member.

"By the hist..." Virile-Seed grunted out, nearly doubling over in pleasure as the flesh surrounding his cock vibrated all around it.

She began to move her head back and forth along his shaft, letting out little gags as she pushed herself to her limits, her purring never ceasing and his cock never leaving her throat.

Virile-Seed marveled at the determined feline. Her throat was tight, moreso because of the unyielding iron collar around her neck. "I'm gonna cum..." He said, warning her. Truth be told he could keep going, but he didn't want her to choke trying to show off.

She pulled back until only the tip of his member was in her muzzle, using her skilled hands to stroke his cock until the argonian groaned out and grabbed her head, his seed pumping directly into her mouth.

Soft Paws swallowed his cum to the best of her ability, but the over-productive argonian proved too much as it spilled from her mouth, dripping down all over her tits. Gagging, she pulled back, the last of his seed coating her face as a result.

Despite the cum soaking into her fur, she looked up at him with a wide smile. "The girls are going to love you..." She said after catching her breath.

"The girls?" Virile-Seed asked, confused.

The khajiit reached out, slamming the bottom of her fist against the wall of the shed three times, the door opened and in walked three more Khajiit women, already naked and staring at the argonian with lust in their eyes.

The next morning, Virile-Seed awoke, a pair of soft furry breasts serving as his pillows. Surrounded on all sides by beautiful cat women was something he never expected in his life, but certainly welcomed. Slowly he got up, careful not to wake them so they could get all the sleep they could before it was time for them to get back to work. He made his way out towards a small stream that ran through a set of metal grates in the estate walls and divided the property in two. He stepped into the waters, they were icy cold, but no colder than the murky waters of black marsh that his kind was accustomed to.

As he was freshening up, he felt a tug at his collar, looking around, he saw nobody next to him, but instead the three daughters of his dunmer master standing near the entrance of the manor house, Ulysa, Indelle and Sadaare, the last of which had an arcane glow coming from her eyes and right hand as she no doubt was concentrating on a telekinesis spell to get the argonians attention.

Virile-Seed stepped out of the water and began to approach the women, his cock swinging between his legs. His pants having been ruined by Soft Paws, he had yet to get a new pair from the argonian slave quarters, no doubt if they were fetching him to meet with their father, he would be punished for this.

Their eyes were focused on his manhood, their faces bore looks all too familiar to the prolific breeder, even on a mer the look of lust and desire was unmistakable.

"Does the master wish to see me?" Virile-Seed asked as he drew close.

"Father is out, visiting the markets of Mournhold, he won't return until tomorrow morning." Indelle explained. "The overseers have been told that you will not be expected in the fields today. Instead you will be assisting us..."

Virile-Seed's cock twitched as he got a pretty good idea what these ladies expected his assistance with. He followed them into the manor, where as soon as the door was shut Indelle and Sadaare latched onto him, their hands exploring his chest, tracing his abs before trailing down to stroke his hardening rod.

The argonian leaned into them, running his own hands over their clothes, tugging at the bonemold clasps that held their dresses closed. They fell loose, and the pair pushed the argonian down onto the chilly floor before they finished what he started and stripped out of their clothes.

His cock rose like a tower made from flesh as he beheld their naked forms. The two dark elves with their smooth blueish-grey skin and red eyes staring down at him. Their forms were perfect, fit and curvy, accentuating their heavy breasts and child-bearing hips. Their sister, Ulysa, seemed content to watch from the corner of the room for the time being.

Indelle and Sadaare stepped over Virile-Seed, with Sadaare standing above the argonian's face, giving him quite the view between her legs, while Indelle immediately began to squat down, grabbing the tip of his huge rod and guiding it to her dripping pussy.

"Eager to become mothers, are we?" Virile-Seed said, more smug than usual. It wasn't every day that the daughters of a house dres slaver were eager to risk dishonoring their family name just to get at an argonian slaves cock.

"Let's put that mouth to better use before you forget who is in charge here..." Sadaare said, lowering down to her knees, using her telekinesis spell to pull on his collar, pressing his mouth against her nethers as his vision was entirely blocked out by dunmeri ass. "I've always wondered what a lizards tongue is like."

She wasn't left wondering for long as Virile-Seed took her words as a challenge. An average argonian's tongue was long, narrow and prehensile, however, he was far from an average argonian, his body was larger and his tongue was proportionally thicker and longer to match. He plunged his tongue deep inside of her and found to little surprise that the dunmer shared many erogenous zones with their scaly neighbors to the south.

Meanwhile Indelle had already taken most of his cock and it wasn't long until the curvy dunmer was seated in Virile-Seed's lap. As she began to bounce on his member, the two sisters' moans turned into a chorus of pleasure. It was only a few moments later that Sadaare reached her first climax, her pleasured whines overpowering her sister's for the moment.

"By Azura!" She cried out. "K-keep going!" She could barely speak, as the argonian expertly used his tongue to bring her a level of bliss she had never experienced before.

It wasn't too much longer before Indelle had grown accustomed enough to Virile-Seed's length to begin picking up her pace. As soon as she did, the argonian reached up, one hand grasping Indelle by the hip, the other groping and squeezing at one of Sadaare's supple ass cheeks.

Without any more warning than that, the argonian began thrusting up into Indelle, slamming his hips into hers as hard as he could. He could feel her legs quiver, her moans turned to screams of pleasure as she doubled over and braced herself against his muscular chest with both hands.

Both women, despite pinning him beneath them, were now putty in his hands, unable to do anything more than hold on for the ride of their lives. As both sisters cried out in joined orgasm, the argonian released his potent load into Indelle's womb.

As he finished, both girls slumped off of him and laid down on the flood beside him, quivering messes. Virile-Seed however was not done, as he rose to his feet, he grabbed Sadaare by her thighs, pulling her up so that only her head and shoulders were still on the floor with Sadaare placing both hands flat on the ground to further brace herself.

"Who was it that was supposed to be in charge here?" Virile-Seed said, putting aside his all encompassing instinct to never leave a willing womb unfertilized for the moment, seeming to Ulysa's delight over in the corner as her hand fell between her legs and a blush covered her face.

"..." Sadaare was hesitant for a moment, her last vestige of pride trying to hold on. But as Virile-Seed's cock teased her entrance without slipping inside, she conceded to the truth. "You."

The male smiled. "That's right," He said, before plunging into her. She cried out as he roughly pounded in and out of her soaking wet sex. It wasn't too long before she came again and was rewarded with a wombfull of lizard spunk.

Letting her down slowly to the ground, Virile-Seed turned his attention to Ulysa. Like a champion of the arena looking for his next opponent, he began to approach her.

"What about you? Do you want to be bred as well? Your sister's enjoyed it." He said with confidence and swagger, drunk on the ecstasy of breeding eager females.

Ulysa had already stripped naked while watching Indelle and Sadaare ride him. She had a wonderfully curvy body much like her sisters, though shorter with some extra pudge, making her more cute and meek in appearance. Pulling her fingers out from her sex, she stepped forward, grabbing the argonian by his arm and pulling him close, putting her face beside his head and speaking softly.

Virile-Seed had assumed Ulysa was the shy one, however as he listened to her describe in vivid detail what she wanted him to do and say, he realized she was easily the dirtiest of the trio. She wanted to be spanked, have her hair pulled and listen to him taunt her about being bred. She wanted him to be rough, dominant, and play out her dearest fantasies for her.

"If that will make you happy..." He said, prompting her to nod. As soon as she did, he spun her around and forced her to bend over. Grinding his cock between her ass cheeks as he began taunting her. "I'm going to knock you up." he stated flatly. "I'm the master now, you're nothing more than my breeding slave, got it?"

She nodded again, after which he slapped her ass, admiring the way it jiggled from the blow. He briefly worried about it having been too hard, but the look in her eyes told him that she loved her, nearly cumming just from the treatment.

He pulled back his hips and lined up his cock before driving it into her pussy, surprised at how easy it was to sink into her warm folds. He reached forward, grabbing her hair and using it as leverage as he slammed his hips into her, giving her ass another occasional slap as he went.

She cried out in pure joy in spite of the overly rough treatment and after only a few minutes of rough fucking, reached an orgasm more intense than either of her sisters. Her legs quivered and she struggled to stay standing while Virile-Seed poured his thick cum into her, ensuring she would be pregnant with his child.

"That was incredible..." She said, panting. "Do it again, but harder... and use my ass this time." She said, looking back at him with an insatiable look.

Virile-Seed looked at her with some astonishment as he pulled his cock out and slipped it back between her ass cheeks. Whatever made her happy.

This went on for months, every night Virile-Seed would please the other slaves, and on the weekends when the master went to market, he would spend his days with his daughters. Eventually Indelle and Sadaare would reveal they had taken potions to prevent conceiving any children, however that didn't stop their bellies from swelling like every other female on the plantation, the argonians seed far more powerful than mundane magic can stop. Fearful that their father was growing suspicious, the sisters would try to get Virile-Seed to flee before their father took his head in retribution, but the argonian refused to leave without the rest of his wives and his unborn children.

So the three daughters orchestrated a mass escape, freeing not just Virile-Seed, but the dozens of slaves he had impregnated. It was during this escape, that by some twist of fate, their caravan ran afoul of a tribunal escort for Almalexia herself. Seeing the potential of Virile-Seed, she took him as her secret concubine to sire her children into this world and let the others stay as his own harem, befitting the concubine of a living god.

It is said that when Virile-Seed eventually passed, many years later, his legendary amount of offspring earned the attention of Mara herself, and he remains at her side to this day as her consort, bringing the divine pleasure every day for eternity.

The following are notes from Imperial Archivist Cilvia Vilentius -

Let me preface this by saying that this story is utter trite, while some works of fiction may hide historical truth and insight indicative of the time they were written, this is nothing but smut of no historical, or even cultural worth. Let's not also ignore the fact that this was written by a Breton woman who by all records had never even left High Rock. Likely a woman who saw argonians as a distant and exotic race to romanticize and debase into nothing more than a fetish, like many others had in the past. But the many retellings of "The Lusty Argonian Maid" could have been called subtle when compared to this filth!

But, so that nobody can say I did not do my job, if we take this story at face value, the first problem is the entire premise that the hist would create a sole male, turning all others into females for him to breed with. While the hist has transformative properties among argonians and its largely a mystery to scholars even today how hist magic functions, it would much more likely create several males, to more practically cover the province.

The story then progresses fairly believable, if exaggerated in the scale. There have been many accounts of dunmer falling for their slaves, with them freeing the slave and taking them as a spouse, or with the slave manipulating this relationship from the start to gain freedom and escape from them.

Then we have this utter nonsense involving Almalexia. While since her demise, it has since been found through personal accounts of her former guard and those she dealt with, and private correspondences that had been sealed until the dissolution of the Tribunal Temple, she had a manipulative and deceptive side, keeping many secrets while maintaining the front of the generous matron. No accounts, however, ever mention her taking lovers other than King Nerevar and Vivec. In addition, not a single scrap of evidence exists that any of the Tribunal had children of their own other than Vivec, but whether or not those are metaphorical or not is a matter for debate, as the warrior-poet had a tendency to heavily embellish upon history for the gain of the Tribunal faith. While there is no way to know for sure, as the tribunal had more than enough power of the metaphysical world around them to keep all manner of things a secret, it seems incredibly unlikely.

Finally, the entire concept that a mortal would be hand chosen by Mother Mara herself, not just for sainthood due to his sexual escapades, but to sexually satisfy the divine herself? If the previous section wasn't just wanton wish fulfillment, this certainly is. Even if we take the Almalexia story as fact, which we most certainly will not, it would stand to reason that "Virile-Seed" would be chosen by Azura, or one of her daedra, out of jealousy and spite towards Almalexia, not a divine.

Please do not send a book like this to my desk again, this is a waste of my time and talents. Even a novice archivist could tell you this is worthless.

-Cilvia Vilentius, Imperial Archivist, 4e 191