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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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Though the ancient Dwemer - or dwarves, as most uncivilized people liked to call them - had disappeared mysteriously many millennia ago, they had left a lot of wonderful toys behind them, easily found by anyone that dared to venture even five feet into the ruins of their ancient cities and factories. Vast ancient machinery toiled endlessly in whatever task they had been put to so long ago, steam blew from broken pipes and kept the tunnels hot and moist, and countless old constructs and other metal creatures prowled the halls, hunting for adventurers and archeologists.
Unfortunately, as wonderful toys as they were, few had ever figured out how to play with them - well, except maybe for the moving constructs, and those only knew one game: Murder.
Still, what with the heat and humidity, the place made a pretty good case for even a normal, non-exhibitionistic adventurer to undress a little. It was a very different enviroment from the freezing winds of the above, and those that did not dress themselves lightly and properly (if they decided to dress up at all) would risk getting seriously fatigued, possibly lethally so.
But sadly for those that did love flaunting their bodies, such as Dar'Yoon, the ruins also had some of the most dull, single-minded guardians imaginable. They were cold and uncomfortable for touch, had no sense of smell for her bug-musk to affect on, and their eyes saw nothing about a wonderful ass or lovely breasts, only another intruder to repel. It was very difficult to imagine them checking her out, wishing to satisfy themselves on her, or her hiding in the shadows to protect her modesty from them.
Once, after disabling a bunch of them unseen from the darkness, the khajiit had just come out into the open in front of one of those little spiders. She had danced for it, slapped her ass, and bended over to present herself for its pleasures - only to receive an unpleasant surprise when it had decided to shock her with lightning instead.
Before that encounter, her fur had stuck on her body, wet from the steam. But afterwards, it was bristled and ruffled all over her, including the tail, making her look more like some kind of a huge fuzzy children's toy. She flinched several times as a little piece of lightning occasionally went up between her ears, twitching for a long time between steps, and determined to never try that shit again.
So yeah, she thought that the dwemer ruins were usually the most boring thing ever. A mechanical nut or a wizard could get a lot out of all these machinery, but Dar'Yoon did not much care of those things, only adventuring for treasure and thrill. There was certainly always much of the former down in places such as these, and latter as well to the extent of having to risk her life and take chances.
But there was none of the carnal excitement in them, no sex or pleasure to be had, and none of the similarly warm and arousing feeling of ending a life. Just a bunch of metal things to break.
At least, if she managed to find her way deep enough, there were often some falmer to expect. Those were a lot more fun.
Still, this time around, the khajiit had a different motivation for coming down to this particular ruin. Fancying herself a bit of an amateur scholar, with a good deal of experience of the Dwemer and having witnessed many ruins in Skyrim, Morrowind, and Hammerfell, a particular description of an ancient city of theirs had caught her eye many years ago. She had looked through a number of other texts and mentions of it since then, heard several slightly conflicting stories of it - and now, after a long wait, here she finally was.
The large guardian Centurion fell. It had been tough enough to survive the first blow and notice the attacking treasure hunter, even put up some fight, but she was far too nimble and experienced for it - well, that blast of scalding steam had hurt, and forced her to sit there and heal herself for a while afterwards, but other than that, it had gone all right.
Time to pick up the spoils! Dar'Yoon found herself in a large room, with shelves full of locked chests - curiously enough, the locks were basically the same as the modern versions all around Tamriel - and other treasure. There were of course the usual piles of gold and magic items, but those weren't the ones soaking her thighs and making her heart beat faster.
She picked up a short, curiously warm and soft object, about eight inches long. It was long and a little curved - in other words, phallic, instantly reminding her of one thing only. There were a lot of them here, coming in various sizes and shapes, some with lumps or barbs or such things, others with buttons or little switches.
Most of the stories about this place could agree that the Dwemer men here were very dedicated to their work, and had little time for their wives - who, as a result, were extremely sexually frustrated. From there, the story she had heard differed in two camps, depending on who was telling it: one told that the men built these things for their women to stop them from being so disturbing and grinding against them and whatever - while the other said the women, equally genius to their men, simply made some toys for themselves.
Whatever the truth, the end result was the same: a large cache of ancient Dwemer dildos.
It was not made out of metal, wood, cloth, or any other material the modern Tamrielic civilizations knew of, save for a few sages of Dwemer lore perhaps. Certainly it had not been bothered much by the millennia of deteoriation, not any more than the structures and constructs elsewhere in the ruins, or other similar ones. It pretty much felt like an actual, genuine dick: the only thing it was lacking was the rest of the body, which was a bit of a shame, but ah well.
The naked treasure hunter, blushing and aroused, took her time with the contraption. She brought it up to her mouth first, instead of its designated position in her body, to lick and taste it - finding it to be of something appealing and arousing, like she had just bought it from a candy store instead of looting it from an ancient ruin - while the fingers of her other hand dipped downwards, to stroke herself.
Dar'Yoon sat down and spread her legs, sighing as her arousal mounted, all pretenses of stealth and invisibility gleefully thrown away. She fantasized of being found in that state by another looter or adventurer: this was incredibly unlikely to actually happen, and it was in fact far more probable she'd just end up being shocked by another spider, but that was what the fantasies were for.
The two hands switched positions: the fingers that had up until now played with her nethers were brought up, to allow her a sweet taste of her own body, the liquid substance of her own arousal - while in the meantime, the hand holding the Dwemer toy went down, between her legs. She took a deep breath and sighed as she brought it in, parting her lips and entering her slick, well-lubricated sex, feeling oddly warm and tingly inside her, like it was where it had always belonged to.
She tried to keep going slow and taking her time with it, but after just a couple retreats and thrusts, lost her composure and gradually began to go faster, her other hand freed to fondle her chest and occasionally rear. Her tail twitched next to her as she moaned lustfully, the old metal floor under her soaked with her secretions.
Khajiit yowls echoed across the ancient dwemer hallways as she brought her other hand in too, to be able to ram the tool inside her as fast and with such force as it was physically possible. Her climax struck almost without warning, the pleasure all of a sudden just reaching that magical peak and beyond, her hands not even slowing down in an effort to get as much enjoyment out of it as possible, her juices drenching up everything around her crotch and thighs.
Coming down from the orgasm, Dar'Yoon let herself lie down on the floor in full, stretching and shuddering, tired. The toy was still lodged deep between her lips, her fluids still dripping out in small quantities. Hot and blushing, she was fully satisfied - and she had only tested out a single toy out of dozens, even hundreds.
She'd be down here for a while.

Most of the dildos and other accessories were just tossed to the backpack without much ceremony, for later use - there were far too many to use right now, and she had only packed so much food to survive down here - but Dar'Yoon did pick up a few more notable ones for immediate testings. For instance, there was this little one that she instantly plugged to her tailhole, shivering as it lodged itself in and filled her with warmth, getting her juices flowing again.
There was the barbed thing - several, in fact, of varying sizes and shapes, but this one in particular that distinctly reminded her of a well-endowed khajiit. She hadn't fucked one of her own kind in a while, and found herself missing the fur of another, the touch of an Elseweyr native - but having a basically identical artificial cock did a lot to alleviate this. She loved the barbs: they weren't everyone's thing, especially for non-khajiit, but fuck those guys. With barbed dicks.
She also found this one thing with a nametag, written in Dwemer, called the Bad Dragon. It was much smaller than an actual dragon's tool would be - and they didn't need to reproduce at all, so Dar'Yoon was pretty sure they didn't actually have any equipment like that (she'd have to find out one day). It was oddly-shaped, quite unlike anything that had ever entered her, but she found it quite pleasurable in the end: it was wide enough at the base to stretch her folds to nearly their limits, prodding all the nerve endings and bringing in unimaginable pleasure.
One of them vibrated. She didn't even need to use her hands with that one: it stuck inside her by some strange Dwemer magic or technology, just vibrated away to release endless little ripples of pleasure all across her body, leaving both of her hands free to fondle herself and present herself for invisible onlookers.
And then there was this one barbed, vibrating dragon dildo, and fuck everything else, she just had to try it.
In the end, just sampling these few things the chamber had to offer was enough to reduce the poor khajiit into a twitching, whimpering wreck on the floor, soaked in her juices, and helpless against any assault thrown at her by the mechanical guardians or any other adventures - none of whom found her, which was kind of unfortunate. But she couldn't always win.
Even a short nap didn't entirely bring back her mental faculties, or the use of her legs, but she managed to wobble to one particular shelf, one that contained some other stuff. The dildos and similar toys were only the beginning.
The first shelf had a bunch of empty jars and large tubes, containing murky water and nothing else. If one particular story Dar'Yoon had heard held any truth in it, then this would have contained the artificial Dwemer breeding program, to make some more little dwarves. Because apparently their men were so dedicated to their work that it risked to end up with the entire city die out from the lack of births. And in the end it had died out anyway, but for unrelated causes.
But this was all of academic interest only, for historians and scientists and other such boring folk. Dar'Yoon was neither: she was really just an adventurer/lech, which is why she moved to the next shelf, which contained something more of her savor.
This one was full of containers of a pink liquid substance, coming in several easily-labeled types: ingested, injected, or - this one was powder rather than liquid - inhaled. The khajiit trembled as she picked up a bottle, opened it, and smelled the contents: this was one of those she was supposed to drink, but even its smell was enough to bring new warmth to her loins and new strength to her muscles.
These were the Dwemer date-rape drugs, another ploy to get their men notice them and give them some of the much-needed sexual attention. She wasn't sure how well the plot had worked, but it was clear what was in her hands was really strong stuff. It'd be a good thing to show to some alchemist, see if they could find a way to replicate the results and make more of this shit. Dar'Yoon could find so many uses to the stuff if it worked.
She probably should be careful with it, take only a few sips - or even better, find a guinea pig...
...Ah, fuck all that. If Dar'Yoon had common sense, she wouldn't run around dungeons in the buff. She bottomed the whole bottle in a single go.
Her legs gave away as a lightning of unimaginable arousal instantly struck through her body, her groin filling with heat that immediately exploded elsewhere into her like a supernova. She fell to her knees, gasping and moaning, as the fruits of her spontaneous orgasm spread all over her thighs and the metal floor under her.
Her sex desperately convulsed to itself, looking for something, anything, to grasp and lock inside, to get it to release its precious virile seed and launch it all inside her... but there was nothing there. Nothing was touching her, or filling her, yet it did not deter from the pleasure in the slightest.
There was nothing phallic within grasp, and her legs could not carry her anywhere at all, so the desperate khajiit just used her fingers, feverishly rubbing herself and ramming two digits inside her, soon launching herself into a second climax, no less intense than the first.
It wasn't enough. As she came down on the afterglow, Dar'Yoon immediately launched into a burning, feverish arousal once again. All she could think of was to be touched by rough male hands and filled by large cocks, shooting their fertile seed into her to knock her up with... whatever it was, she didn't care, so long as she would get to carry something inside her.
She wasn't just horny. She was in heat.
And she was alone, deep beneath the earth, with nothing to fuck within a long radius... this was going to get pretty intense. But no point staying here either: carefully packing up the remaining drugs, making sure none of the glass jars could get broken, feeling feverish throughout, Dar'Yoon looked at the final door in the room. Usually those contained the conveniently placed rear exits out of each dungeon such as these.

The vibrating dildo working inside her, the anal plug never having left her other hole, she stumbled forward, often having to stop and rub herself throughout, blushing furiously. It felt like her entire skin was burning, and wherever she touched herself, not even the actually sensitive portions, the pleasure jumped straight up.
There was an elevator out of here behind that door, as she had anticipated. But there was also something else, something far better.
It was one of those giant, walking Dwemer constructs, supremely tough and strong and with hot, painful steam to throw at her. She groaned and prepared for a fight, wondering how she could survive this in the way she was right now, but then she noticed something between its legs that made her realize it was going to be quite all right.
Those pent-up Dwemer women were fucking geniuses.
The daggers dropped from her hands and the dildo slipped from between her lips, as she took steps towards the construct and stumbled on its lap, her hands excitedly and curiously stroking the large, comfortable-looking member it had. The entire thing was inert and lifeless at first, but upon the first touch on its equipment, it instantly sprung to life, clanking metal and blowing steam out of every little orifice between its metal plates.
Its gleaming, mechanical eyes looked at her. And this was not the sort of a look that the other constructs always gave to her, where all they saw was an enemy to destroy: no, this was the proper sort of a gaze, given by a horny man to a naked woman, the ones Dar'Yoon really loved. Given her state of being, it nearly got her to faint.
Feeling exposed, she tried to cover herself, looking away embarrassed. That did not happen very often: she was usually rather open and confident about herself, but maybe it was the heat burning through her body, combined with the massive dick presented for her, that messed with her head.
It supported her with a large hand against her back, surprisingly soft and gentle considering what it was made of. The khajiit breathed hard, her chest heaving up and down, and flushed heavily as the mere touch of steel made her all the more excited. The other hand brushed against her face, neck, and chest, evoking a heavy tremble and a lustful moan from the target of its affections. Most excitedly, its tool rose up in full erection, in a quick and practiced manner, ready to service her.
It didn't seem the type to mess around or tease or whatever, a fact Dar'Yoon was extremely thankful of, and instead went right to work, to help out the desperate, lustful cat. She was lifted against a wall, one hand supporting her from the rump - and copping a feel while there, making her squeal - the other dipping in between her legs to find her quite wet and ready, which may have been the reason they did not stay there for long.
Instead, the construct came close to her - she found it oddly warm for a creature of cold metal - took support of her body with both hands, and unceremoniously plunged into her depths.
Dar'Yoon yelled out and took support against the wall behind her, spasming heavily when she was penetrated, her lips spread: she had come instantly, when the penis was less than halfway inside her. For a time she could do nothing but yowl her pleasure to the entire dungeon, her tail trashing under her, and her pussy clenching against the wondrous tool of joy put into it.
The sex-construct seemed to know what this meant, and did not waste any time to start fucking her, driving her into greater heights of enjoyment and bringing her close to a peak of another orgasm even before the last one had entirely stopped. It was, appropriately enough, a very mechanical lover: its thrusts were each of the exact same length and power, like a part of a larger machine with a highly specific task, one it went to with gusto. Not that Dar'Yoon minded: a machine or not, it felt warm and soft inside her and against her, and big and powerful enough to please her.
Her juices streamed down along the shaft, her ass and base of her tail, and dripped on the floor from between them, each time the machine-man pulled out from her, her body trembling and her throat calling out a whine of longing... one that never lasted long, for half a second later it rammed right back inside with force, causing her to tense up and gasp loudly, more of her secretions splashing out to soak both of their groins. There was a certain warmth spreading to her center, a little bit of its pre flowing into her with each thrust.
Its throat rumbled strange tongues in a low voice: the khajiit adventurer was familiar enough with the language to realize it to be Dwemer, but she did not understand any of the actual words. She presumed it to be trying to sweet-talk, and wondered how well it could have done - it was a minor riddle for her. All she herself could do was shaking shouts of "Yes!" and "Fuck me hard!" and similar things. She had never been the one to be very good with sex talk, and the situation she was in right now did not help any.
She clawed at its chest when she came for the third time, a gesture it largely ignored, only thrusting into her harder and faster: the rumbling she heard and the twitching of the mechanical cock inside her made her think that it was nearing to its own climax, but then again, she couldn't do much thinking for the moment anyway. She could do nothing but hang on to her life, cling to her benefactor, and enjoy the near-constant explosions of fantastic pleasure inside her body, tears of joy flowing down along her cheeks, her face distorted into a permanent large smile, her tongue out.
The thundering roar brought upon from the mechanical lungs of the Dwemer masterpiece was the first, and the last, clue Dar'Yoon had about its own peak. The entire thing shook, took support from her and the wall behind them, as its rod twitched and shuddered heavily inside her, the occasional drips of pre-seed upgraded into a veritable flow of hot essence being launched to her. The intense movement, combined with the heat, was enough to launch the khajiit into a yet another orgasm of her own: she had lost count how many she had had by that point.
Wave upon wave of intense, hot, almost magical ecstasy crashed over her, robbing what remained of her mind, drowning it under an ocean of sexual gratification and satisfaction. Her vision became but a blur, her throat sore of all the screaming yet unable to stop, her hands tired of clinging, and her nethers sore and yet still exploding in pleasure that spread all over the rest of her body. She was pretty sure she came twice in quick succession, but couldn't tell, what with being unable to think about it.
Meanwhile, throughout her indulgence and happiness, the construct emptied its load inside her. It was as warm and thick as any living sperm could be, and much more in quantity, filling her womb in its entirety before dripping out and along its member: she could feel its warmth spread along her lower body as well, sticking on her fur.
Then, they just stopped. The male construct froze almost entirely, while the female khajiit could do nothing but pant and whine in the afterglow, her chest heaving, her cum-soaked tail drifting lazily from left to right, and her hands clinging weakly on the shoulders of her strong lover. Her heat was quenched: it was gone, as was most of her desire, replaced by a deep sense of satisfaction and need to rest.
She whimpered as the Dwemer machine pulled back, supporting itself in a way that made her think it was going to start all over again - and as tired as she was, she couldn't say she would have been against it.
Instead, it stopped mid-way, steam flowing out from every crack in its body. The khajiit was unceremoniously dropped on to the floor as the mechanical man, slowly and ponderously like a massive oak, simply fell backwards and did not move again.
It looks like she broke it.

Dar'Yoon woke up.
She blinked and looked around: it seemed like she had drifted off into a bit of a catnap. The construct was still exactly where it had fallen, and the ground was still wet, so she couldn't have been out for long. She wasn't particularly horny, either: she felt fulfilled and still kind of tired, but it did not stop a hand from going down to her nether lips in an idle, lazy act of masturbation.
As she slowly brought herself to higher pleasures, her fingers found something thick and sticky from down there, still flowing out from her, that got her thinking. Just what had that thing pumped into her? Was it just for show, something made to look and feel like sperm, or was it actually capable of making her pregnant? And if so, would it have still been potent after so many thousands of years? Was it Dwemer spunk, or something else?
Well, nothing about Dwemer could make her surprised anymore.
The climax she soon got was a small and tired one, a minor explosion of warmth inside her that made her gasp, rippled her inner folds, and shot out some more juices to the already soaked floor. Bringing the hand up to taste herself, and the mysterious seed that the fingers also found, she slowly lulled herself into another, rather longer sleep.

"Ow!"
"What was that?"
The bandit pulled the thing from her back, showing it to her companion. It was an arrow. The sight got both stand up and look around. "I think we've got an infiltrator! Did you see anyone?"
"No, I just... woah." She stumbled a little.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah... yeah, I think so. I just feel like..." She held her head, then looked at him strangely. She was breathing in a rather heavy manner, and came to him with a single step.
"What? What're you doing?"
"Fuck me."
"What?!" He looked confused and somewhat scared. "You... you just got struck by an arrow! There's no time for..."
"Fuck that. Just fuck me."
The female bandit had gotten rid of her upper armor, exposing a pair of young, full breasts. The man's eyes darted at them, and he could not stop the bulge from forming to his pants, nor could he bring himself to resist very hard when she shoved him to the ground and herself on top of him.
Neither of them ever noticed the naked khajiit behind the corner, blushing as she observed the fruits of her new poison, a hand between her legs.
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