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Dar'Yoon's Very Naked Adventures	By : Tokage Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 26969 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A small temporary camp of some renegade Winterhold students, a group of conjurers, holding a little more than half a dozen people - utterly annihilated.
The first sign had been the loud, bone-chilling roar that echoed across the icy cave, followed by the pouncing shadow of some large animal or beast. Two of them, both female, were dead before they even figured out what was going on.
The remaining five gathered their weapons and backed away from the frost troll: a large, pure white, magnificent and deadly three-eyed ape beast. All they saw was a berserking monster that had attacked them for no reason, but really there was rather more to it than that: this was an extremely frustrated female troll, old enough that she would not have many more opportunities to breed more of her kind.
She had howled out a call and left her scent here and there, but none had come. And then she had discovered in this cave here and, after smelling inhabitants, seized the opportunity to vent a bit. She had found these weird hairless creatures, and figured that perhaps they might be the solution to her problem. First she just had to kill their females in order to get rid of the competition.
The conjurers spread around and attacked. Fire and ice magic flew, creatures were summoned from Oblivion to serve as meatshields, a good lot of insults were thrown. Blood was spilled on both sides: some minutes later, several of the humans had been wounded, two more of their ranks - the remaining women - killed by the massive claws and sharp teeth. two Flame Atronachs were thrown right back to the aetherius from whence they came.
Three conjurers left, all men. She leapt at one and, howling, tore away his robe to reveal just what sort of a thing this was. "Augh, what's it doing! Help! Someone pull this beast off me!"
It turned out to be just as hairless, skinny, and all-around disgusting as it had looked from the surface. The frost troll made a face, one that would have shown extreme reluctance and aversion, had anyone present understood how to recognize their facial expressions. But the heat in her loins was overpowering, and beggars couldn't be choosers.
Thankfully for the conjurer, his two friends burned the troll to death before it could begin its abhorrent and almost certainly deadly task.
Unfortunately, they did not end up with much time to celebrate, for mere minutes later, another troll showed up. This one, though once again they had no clue of these things, was male: a young and eager one, that had picked up the troll equivalent for booty call a while back and followed the scent here.
He was obviously rather angry when it saw what had happened since. The three remaining conjurers were annihilated quite quickly.
What was worse, all the females of these ugly bald thingies were already dead when he had arrived.

Some more minutes passed, and another shape stumbled into the cave.
Outside, storm raged. Unlike snow trolls, this one was not evolved into taking heavy snow and wind without feeling some discomfort and wishing to find shelter, and it had found it. It had fur clothes and a hat with a scarf, covering face - for a brief moment, before it started to remove some of its trappings, it being much warmer here.
And by some, I mean all.
Now more pleasantly dressed in her birthday suit, Dar'Yoon made her way further into the cave, sneaking against the shadows, feeling chilly as her bare feet touched the snow. She could see the light of a campfire, and soon after, the bodies as well.
It was pretty clear what had happened here, even to someone that wasn't an experienced adventurer: the troll had attacked the conjurers, killed most of them, and be struck down by the last survivor or survivors - who were, however, not here. So either they were amongst these corpses, having died from their injuries soon after... or they had hidden themselves somewhere nearby.
Well, if it was the latter, they would soon be given quite a treat. The khajiit stepped closer, into the range of the fire's light and warmth, to banish the feeling of the winter storm. She stretched up and turned to all directions, a sly smirk on her face and a tingle between her legs as she envisioned the conjurers watching her...
She had audience all right, but not exactly the sort she had anticipated. And probably the first one to see her naked body and not be all that impressed (discounting animals and stuff, of course).
Like the other females in this cave (minus the one very pretty MILF troll), this one was not all that attractive to the eyes of her voyeur. She was shaped all odd, being rather tall but skinny: she had very little body fat or muscle on her, indicating some serious illness and malnutrition. She had only two eyes, which was pretty damn ugly.
Her mammaries were visible, albeit small, which indicated that she was already pregnant, and anything he could do to her ultimately pointless - although her thin stomach stated otherwise, making him wonder whether she was just in a very early stage or pregnancy or if visible breasts were just some quirk of her species. If he were any smarter and far-sighted, he might look into it later, but he actually was interested in only one thing.
Based on her movements, she seemed to be pretty willing to mate. And she had some advantage over the other females in that she had some fur, masking her hideous bald skin and making her more appealing - and even more importantly, she was alive.
He had been rubbing himself for a while, giving a slow growl as his hand went up and down his pink member, almost fully out of its sheath. She wasn't the greatest catch, but she'd have to do.
Meanwhile, Dar'Yoon had sat down on top of a corpse to warm herself and make plans. Conjurers weren't that big of a deal for her: once the little sneak jumped up at her, she could subdue him pretty easily, even with his spells, then ride him until he was unconscious or perhaps even a while longer. It would be pretty trivial.
She looked around with a gasp, and an aroused tremble, as she heard something from the darkness nearby. She could probably see it with her night-eye, but thought she'd give the poor bastard a bit of a fighting chance: he was clearly not used to sneaking, making as much noise as a giant.
Her hand snuck up to her enflamed mound, rubbing herself and giving a little moan, imagining the skinny conjurer jumping at her and trying to hopelessly overpower her with his weak wizard figure.
What she definitely did not expect was a massive and hairy mountain of muscle ramming at her like a giant's club, wrapping its tree-like arms around her and bringing her to the ground with it on top of her.
She smelled the heavy musk of some vast unwashed beast as it pressed itself close against her, roughly pinning the khajiit between it and a stone wall. As she got to take a look at it, her eyes widened open: she had not even thought that there could have been two trolls in here, instead of just one. She fumbled for her weapon.
There was not enough room to aim a stab at its eyes or anywhere near, but she hoped that a good thrust to the ribs would startle it enough to back away, giving her a better fighting chance... but instead it just roared and twisted her arm painfully, wresting the dagger off her hand and clanking to the frozen ground. She yelped as she felt a bone break.
Feeling dizzy and trying to remain conscious and ignore the pain, she focused on to her Voice: with a broken arm, no weapon, and pinned under a troll she was rather too panicked and addled to think about it too much, and shouted the first thing that came to her mind - "Fus!"
It was enough, kind of: even if she hadn't gotten the other two words out, the first one sufficed to get the troll to let go of her, briefly, and drop her to the ground. She slipped and fell against the ice, barely managing to not take the weight with her broken arm, and instead caught a glimpse of something else down there.
What breath there was left in her body after the Shout, all left instantly in fear and surprise: it was just a little harder for her to stumble away from him - it was definitely a he now, not just an it - and towards the weapon, being shocked to not only realize the troll's intentions for her, but also just how well-endowed he was.
Dar'Yoon wasn't one of those people who necessarily thought that bigger was better - she had fun seducing children, too - especially when it was big enough to physically hurt her, like this troll clearly was. She'd rather try to kill him.
Her eyes caught the sword, lying on the ground a metre away from her where it had fallen, slipped downhill along the ice. She crawled towards it, trying to get up - but the last few centimetres became akin to infinity when she heard the roar very close behind her, and felt the large bestial hand grab her shoulder and pull her back.
"No, no!", she screamed as she was thrown around to face the troll, the front of her body exposed to him, with a heavy blush on her face and fearful, tear-filled eyes, her chest heaving quickly up and down, then up again as she filled her lungs to the brink.
But it seemed the monster was wise enough to not be fooled twice, and thwarted her efforts to shout by bringing a palm against her mouth, cutting the last straw of hope hard enough to hurt and make her feel dizzy for a moment. She could smell his breath as he got closer, feel his body heat, and nearly taste his arousal, when he prepared for its task.
She kept struggling, trying to wrest his hand from her mouth with her lone working hand, get her feet against his stomach to get him away from her, but it was like trying to stop the movement of continents. Having been deprived of her weapons, her stealth, and her voice, there was nothing she could do to save herself from her fate. The cold hand of fear grasped her heart, a rare feat for a khajiit.
The realization brought tears down her eyes, a gesture the troll did not seem to understand.
She writhed under him, a moan muffled against his palm, as the other hand moved between her legs and roughly probed her womanhood. Two fingers, each as big as an average human member, moved inside her in a brutal fashion, forcibly extracting physical arousal: she was still wet from the thoughts of her and a conjurer earlier, and now, against her will, it was enhanced into greater heights of excitement, making her as ready for this as she could ever be, at least mechanically.
She needed it. She didn't want it, not ever, but she needed it, and continued to weep as she tried to struggle, pull herself free, push it away, shout fire and force, claw, bite, or reach for her dagger - all futile.
The troll's lower hand left her folds, leaving behind a misplaces sense of longing and an excitement Dar'Yoon didn't like to feel at all, her sex burning for desire for what was coming while her brain was just trying to get away. He grabbed her thigh instead to pry her legs apart, despite her best attempts to keep them close and him out from between them. She was open and inviting, her lips swollen and parted in expectation, her folds exposed and glistening with her moisture.
Blushing furiously, even more so than until now, she desperately looked away, and hoped against hope that the troll would stop staring: for an exhibitionist, this was a very uncommon feeling.
To her credit, the khajiit did not cease to fight even now, still trying to pull free and away, even when it was so certain it would not help her. She had not felt so utterly powerless and weak in a long time: even with the draugr that had used her recently, she probably could have shouted her way out of it at any time had she ever wanted, and mostly had submit to them just for the fun of it. But this... this was entirely different. Truly deprived of everything, all that was left was terror.
It was only when the troll moved in and parted her lips with his immense manhood, stretching them farther than she had thought to be physically possible, that Dar'Yoon finally stopped struggling - not because she wanted to do that, or because of the realization that it would help, but rather simply because all power just left her, displaced by weakness and intense agony.
The hand finally left her mouth and allowed her to breathe fully, the troll taking a firm hold against the ground next to her and roaring in pleasure. Not that being allowed to shout again helped her any: it felt like she was being split in half, making her unable to make any other sound but a scream of pain.
She tried, and mostly failed, to convince herself that it really was all pain.
He did not linger, did not give her any time to get used to him, and he most definitely did not go slow. She quivered and whimpered when he pulled out, and again yelled in anguish (and, as much as she hated to admit it, pleasure) when he brutally rammed back in very soon after. His hand squeezed hard against her leg, creating a bruise. Their roars and screams echoed in the cave.
Her hand broken, her back battered against the rough cold ice under her, her tunnel stretched and violated beyond measure by the most massive thing that had ever been within, all Dar'Yoon hoped was that she could have been allowed to slip into unconscious, yet she was kept in the present by the immeasurable torment.
When she no longer had the strength to scream, her throat sore, she simply grit her teeth and closed her eyes, tears still streaming down along her cheeks, just wishing for it to be over soon.
And yet, from the beginning, there had been something more there, something she was desperately trying to ignore. She did not want to feel pleasure out of being reduced to such a helpless state, nor even think about remembering this event later and thinking it was anything good. But despite the pain, the lack of choice, and the general repulsiveness, it was some of the best fucks she had ever had.
He was not gentle. He did not caress her, whisper sweet nothings to her ear, or slow down in regards of his endowement. He did not even care about not hurting her. He was just there for his own pleasures, using her as a toy to sate himself. And in spite of all that considered, or even because of it, she was driven into orgasm by mere minutes of the brutal, violent rape.
Had there been any strength and voice left in her to scream out, she would have done so, out of pure reflex, as her womanhood rippled and clamped around its invader like a vice, releasing wave upon wave of pleasure to crash into the rest of her body. But she did not, and all she managed was a tearful, pained, pathetic whimper.
She continued to whine in further pain and satisfaction, as her assailant roared out bestially and reached his own climax, maiming her insides with his member twitching forcefully around it, and flooding her womb with a load upon load of hot ejaculate, each movement of the tool feeling like a kick to her groin, each launching another blast of heat that splashed into her, enough of it to completely fill her and make her stomach hurt.
Dar'Yoon could not shake the thought of being impregnated by this creature, the sudden image flashing in her head of herself with a swollen belly, forced to carry its spawn... such vivid pieces of imagination were only natural when so much seed was being poured into her, she mused. She did not know for an absolute fact that his kind were incompatible with the khajiiti: all she could do was to rely on her common sense and hope really hard.
Yet even the slightest suspicion added a lot into the terror and fearful anticipation.
Her peak over, the pleasure and adrenaline fading away, the painful thrusting gone, all that was left was a tired ache all over her. She could only feel burning on her broken arm, that had begun to swell and probably turn red under the fur. Her back was hurting in many places, skin likely broken by the ice. Her face was blushed, wet with tears that were still coming out.
Her ravaged nether lips, still occupied with the vast monstrous lance, were not allowed to close, but at least they could rest for a moment, globs of thick semen and a rush of her own juices leaking out. She was no longer assaulted with torture, and now had to deal with the aftermath.
Her eyes wearily glanced at the dagger, still just outside her reach: if he let her go, perhaps now she could...
But he did not. The khajiit was confused and perplexed at first when he took a firm hold of her and turned her on her side, mercifully resting her body on her unbroken arm. The confusion soon turned into newly elevated horror as she realized what he was going. "No...", she whispered, barely heard. This was not over yet: she was not free.
He pulled out of her and thrusted back inside, taking support from her elevated leg and shoulder, reinitializing the misery on his tired captive. It was as if he had just begun, like this was the first round: Dar'Yoon realized, to her immense chagrin, that the troll regeneration worked for this matter just as much as it did for injuries and wounds.
The realization was finally enough to utterly break the khajiit, send her past the horizon of not giving a shit anymore. She could only stare in front of her with glassed, silently crying eyes, mouth half-open, with not enough strength left to even whine or whimper as she was being constantly violated. Her fur ruffled and unkempt, none of her muscles moving or tail twitching, she would have looked quite dead to a casual observer, and felt just as dead inside.
She gasped only as a reflex as her second orgasm hit, forcing life across her body for a brief moment. Her muscles spasmed, her tail lifted up and stiffened, her relaxed eyes widened fully awake, and her mouth opening just a bit more. She barely registered the second wave of troll essence being unleashed into her, or the pain it caused to her insides, filling over the brink.
She was flipped to her stomach, her face resting against the cold ice, drooling on it. Her bestial rapist grabbed her rear with one hand, the back of her head with the other, and after only a small break - which she did not even perceive, for she lost consciousness for the duration of it, only to be brought painfully back immediately afterwards - started to move again.
His great howls and roars had been reduced into satisfied grunts and growls, still pressing his captive against the frozen ground under her, grinding her stomach and breasts against it, the cold surface against her nipples making her shiver. The trolls assault against her was losing its strength and ferocity, now pounding inside more slowly and leisurely, not that she could even realize it any longer.
Most of Dar'Yoon's mental faculties faded, she could no longer keep a grasp on the track of time. How long had this creature forcibly mated her? She could no longer tell. She only felt the cold and the pain now, and almost did not feel the warm waves of pleasure that signified her orgasm, the rush of more hot seed into her that signalled his, or how often either one happened.
The troll, for his part, was having a very good time. He found this female's hole pleasurably tight, after a little bit of getting used to, and had vented out a lot of arousal and frustration on her. Yes, she was ugly, and there was little to look at or grab on to, but none of these things were very important when it really came down to it.
Though he had been largely sated after his first release, his desire to breed quenched, he decided to stay for a while longer: it had been some time since he had last mated, after all, and he wished to get everything out of it, and make sure she would be with his cubs when he finished.
He rumbled pleasantly as she started to clench around him again, indicating she was getting pleasure out of it and bringing him closer to his own release. Feeling it mount up in his croch, his sack preparing to unleash its load, he increased his pace again to amplify the pleasure. And he shuddered and grunted when he finally came, took a more firm grasp of his mate and gave her more of what she certainly desired, some of it leaking down her inner thighs.
He stopped to have a break, but he did not pull out, and instead flipped her around again, grasping her arm and leg - feeling her shudder and whimper heavily when he put his fist around the former, for some reason.
One more. Maybe two.
As he started to move inside her once again, he placed his hand on her breast, feeling the nipple. He imagined them getting even larger and full of nutrition, and eventually giving that sustenance to his young.

When Dar'Yoon woke up, all she felt at first was cold.
It was dark. She had to take her time to remember where she was, and once she did, her first thought was that the campfire must have gone out. She shivered heavily: lying naked on a cold glacier, with no fire nearby, may not have been the best idea.
The khajiit sat up, with the thought of starting up the fire again, but instead felt a jolt of pain that made her scream.
The majority of it was in her arm. It was swollen to a near-unrecognizable lump, and it took her a moment to remember it was broken. But it was not the only place that was hurt: there was more at her back, her crotch, and everywhere else really. She stopped for a moment to cast restoration magic on them, though it still left her sore, before going to where the fire had been to get it going again.
"Yol."
In the light of the fire, warming up, the khajiit looked at herself, how the encounter had affected her. She had bruises all over, breathed in a shallow and tired manner, and her arm was still swollen despite the bone having been mended. Her gaping sex was seeping with both of their fluids, her lower stomach and both her inner thighs soaked with solid, sticky sperm: it would take her forever to wash it away. She smelled of arousal throughout.
Her belly was distended just very slightly from the seed that had been put inside her, yet that little was more than enough to remind her of what consequences there may be with this. Despite the fire, she felt unbearably cold with this realization, a frozen tremble running through her that nearly made her throw up.
With her promiscuity and adventuring habits, having to bear children was sometimes a logical conclusion for Dar'Yoon. She had brought two Khajiit litters to term, both for different fathers in the span of several years: for the first one, she had settled down briefly, but the call of adventure had pulled her away mere months after the birth. For the second time she did not even think about staying, and travelled for a long time even during the pregnancy.
She wasn't sure if she could be left to such state by other races, to be honest. It was usually a time-wasting inconvenience for her anyway... but the very notion of a possibility of such a thing happening with a troll, one that had just rendered her utterly helpless and briefly broken her will, was absolutely revolting.
Worst of all, the troll was not even here anymore. The khajiit had grown up with sexual passions and bloody violence wrapped up as two parts of the same coin, and had taken up the habit of murdering everyone that managed to take advantage of her - and now this pleasure was stolen from her as well.
Usually, even when violated supposedly against her will, Dar'Yoon was not actually helpless: she had been extremely resourceful even before learning thu'um, and really could get out of the situation whenever she wanted, and did not because, well, she did not want to. Men like to justify how "she was asking for it", but in this khajiit's case, it was almost entirely true.
But not in this particular instance. She had not been asking for it in the slightest, she could not have gotten out of it, and she was incapable of exacting murderous vengeance upon the perpetrator.
She was also very, very tired.
She pulled her knees against her face, hugged herself with both hand, shivered heavily and for a long time, and gave herself a good cry.
"What is keeping them all so long?"
She gasped, head instantly pulling up and ears perking, as the echo of the cave brought the voice to her.
"Hello?", another voice said. "Guys, where are you? We were expecting you back at the cave bloody yesterday! Almost started the ritual without you..."
When the conjurers reached the main cave and found their dead, there was no living person there. Only the dead seemed to inhabit this place, something that upset the new arrivals rather greatly. They made a great many suspicions and theories, what that one burned troll had to do there, and to whom belonged the pile of clothes they had found from the entry.
All the while, none of them noticed the quiet death creeping behind them, dagger at hand...
Dar'Yoon really needed to vent some frustration.
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