The Argonian and the Werewolf
(Just a note before you read this. It does have rape in it, if you don't like that then please don't read it. Also, if you're under 18, please stop reading, I know this won't stop you but I have to try at least. Might make this into a series, please let me know if I should. Now that that's out of the way, enjoy the story and please comment. Enjoy!)
A figure sat atop a small ledge overlooking a plain of nothing but grass, streams and the occasional tree. The figure wore a dark armor, plate armor from the looks of it. A black breastplate covered the person's chest and back while black spaulders covered their shoulders and upper arms. A short sleeve chainmail shirt sat under the plating and black gauntlets covered their hands. The fingers of the gauntlets had been removed and green scaly finger stuck out the gauntlets. The figure was an argonian and female if one were to look at her closely. The chainmail shirt hung down to her knees and an ebony plate hung over her groin. Another pair of plates hung off either hip none sat along her tail. A pair of leather boots wrapped in ebony plates adorn her feet and caps of blackened steel cover the toes. She wears a pair of worn leather pants that are a bit too big for her and held up by some rope she'd found. Sitting next to her is her helmet which looks as if it's simply a shaped piece of ebony metal to sit on her head with a pair of holes in the back for her horns. Her features are that of an average argonian, with dark green scales, large yellow eyes with vertical slits, and a pair of horns sticking out the back of her skull. A trio of scars crosses over her left eye. Her build under all the armor is thin but lithe, she was far stronger then she looked. Her weaponry consists of a pair of matching curved, single edged blades and a long thin bladed katana style two handed sword.
She sat atop the ledge of a small hill of rocks in the middle of the tundra, the tallest thing for miles around. A small cave sat behind her, a cave barely big enough for her to unroll her sleeping furs and crawl into. She was going to have to wear her armor while she slept, not that she minded but it did usually leave her sore in the morning. A small camp fire burned low to her right and her trio of swords sat in the cave behind her. She felt safe where she sat, a rare thing to feel in the wilds of the Skyrim where wolves, saber cats, and bears roamed freely. She'd seen a herd of mammoth in the far distance with their eternal guardians the giants herding them. She looked about in the fading light of the sunset, making sure nothing was creeping up on her. She tossed another log onto the fire and yawned softly as she enjoyed the quiet of the night. A cold wind blew across her and the fire, making her shiver slightly as her reptilian blood made her feel sluggish and foggy headed. She shook her head slightly and slid closer to the fire, trying to warm her armor enough to keep her warm for the night.
The sun set and darkness spread across the tundra, her light hidden from most due to the pile of rock protecting it from either side and with her sitting in front of it now, no one could see it. Her eyes slowly slid shut and she began to lightly doze off. A twig snapped not too far from where she sat dozing and she was instantly awake. She looked around quickly as she got to her feet, reaching behind her to grab hold of one of her blades. She crouched on the ledge and looked about the pitch black tundra. The moons hadn't come out and she could barely see more a few feet from her campsite so she piled on a few logs to her low burning fire, trying to get more light to show her what was slinking about. She failed to look beside her as a large shadow dropped silently down behind her. She heard the light click of something hitting the ground behind her and spun around quickly. The large shadow backhands her across the face and sent her hurling off the short ledge, landing flat on her back and getting the wind knocked out of her. She'd dropped her blade as she was slapped and it remained up on the ledge as the large furry shadow leaped down atop her. It brought its face close to hers and growled softly.
She gazed wide-eyed up at the large werewolf and trembled slightly in fear. The creature sniffs at her and growls low in its throat as it placed its paws on her chest, its long sharp claws scratching roughly against her armor. She slams her knee into its gut, making it rear up slightly, and rolled over before trying to crawl away. She got all of two feet before the werewolf grabs the back of her head and forces her face into the dirt. Luckily she manages to turn her face slightly so she's able to breathe properly and get glimpses of the huge creature. It was easily eight feet tall and roughly four hundred pounds of pure muscle. Its hand engulfed most of her head and the strength with which it held her down made her feel like a hatchling. Black shaggy fur covered its entire body and four inch long claws extended from its fingers. Its blazing red eyes looked her body over as drool seeped from its mouth, dripping onto her armor. She wiggles slightly and stops when the creature grows loudly at her. She takes a deep breath and simply waits for the creature to finish her off.
It didn't. Instead it simply lifted her tail and the chainmail up onto her back before lifting her rump up into the air, placing her knees on the ground as it began exploring her pants with interest. It used the claws on its free hand to slice the rope holding her pants up before it yanked them down savagely. She meeps softly and tries to wiggle free, only for the werewolf to growl at her again. She was forced to lie there, scrabbling against the hard dirt of the tundra as the creature lowered its head down between her legs, still holding her head down with its long arm. She felt it sniff and nose at her panty covered rump, making her blushes deeply in shame. She felt the creature grab the back of her underwear and yank them down to meet her pants, exposing her lady parts to the world. She whimpered softly as she felt the werewolf nose at and sniff her feminine petals softly before running its broad, rough tongue along her sex. She meeps softly in surprise as she felt that tongue along her folds, making her blush more in shame as her body betrayed her and began leaking her slick juices. The creature seemed to like this and licked firmly at her folds, working its tongue into her soon wet passage. She heard as soft murr of pleasure behind her as the werewolf lapped and slurped up her juices lewdly. She finally gave in and let out a moan of pleasure as she began to enjoy the attention. The creature licked and slurped at her now slick passage before removing its tongue from her.
She looked back at the creature and wondered why it stopped eating her out. She gasped in surprise as the thing grinned down at her and grabbed her hips. It was a male werewolf and it intended to breed with her. She clawed at the ground as it positioned itself behind her and grinds it thick foot long length against her lips and between her cheeks softly. The thing was nearly three inches across her foot long, and she could only begin to guess how big the knot would get. She closes her eyes and waits for that inevitable plunge into her tight sex. She done it with other males but none had been as big as this monster. The werewolf growled softly as it lined its pointed member with her slick passage before plunging into her. Her cried out in pain as the beast stretched out her tight passage and forced most of its length into her. It groaned softly in pleasure before it began to pound into her tightness with a passion, slowly working more and more of its length into her. She soon began to feel pleasure ripple from her stretched passage and moaned out in pleasure as it pounded into her like an animal. The creature atop her wrapped its arms around her torso and pounded all the harder into her, making her moan out in pleasure as he rubbed all the right spots in her body. Soon enough his pointed member began pounding at the entrance to her womb and sent a bit of pain through to mix pleasantly with the pleasure surging through.
A few more pounds later and his slowly expanding knot began to slap lewdly at her stretched lips, slipping in slight before popping out. It sent thrills of pleasure through her slim body as she began nearing her peak. Now she wanted it, she wanted him; she needed him to cum inside her. She pushes back into his thrusts to try and force his knot into her. Soon she cried out loudly in pleasure as her orgasm rippled through her body, causing her passage to tighten around his length a ripple pleasantly along it. Eventually even the werewolf couldn't hold out and slammed into her one last time, his knot ripping into her tight sex with an audible pop. The creature leaned back its head and loosed a howl that echoed across the tundra as he laid claim to another female. His sack pulled up tight against its groin as it loosed its seed into her waiting womb. Warm seed filled her passage and womb, enough white goo to cause her belly to bloat outward but never leave her due to the knot tying them together. She cried out in pleasure again as she hit a second peak, her own juice mixing with his seed to create a soupy mess in her tunnel. She panted heavily into the dirt as she looked up at the werewolf who stared down at her and seemed to grin hugely. She was exhausted due to the double orgasm and with the cold wind blowing across her, she passed out cold.
She awoke the next morning lying on her sleeping furs with her underwear and pants pulled up. She looked around in confusion before shaking her head slightly. "Must have been a dream..." She mumbled softly to herself as she crawled out of the cave. She winced slightly as her groin twinged slightly. She dropped her pants and lowered her panties carefully, wincing slightly as pain surged through her. Her sex looked stretched and swollen, a sticky mess covering her crotch and thighs. She groaned softly as she slid her underwear and pants back into place and tied the rope around her waist to keep her pants up. Sitting next to the fire pit was a lone bit of parchment with a rock atop it to keep it from blowing away. She picked it up and read the sloppy message written on it. It read, "Thanks for the great tail last night, hope to find you again." There was no name and she groaned softly, promising herself to stay in a tavern from now on. She packed up her camp and set out to find the nearest stream to wash up on and continue her journey.