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Bound	By : Hikari_Kitsune Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 11941 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Zarov waited until he left, and a few minutes later. "I don't know if I can ever be the same," Zarov said quietly. "But damn if I'm not going to kill them. You two with me still?" she said a few moments later. Aela and Lydia stared at her, both tied up and with cum still running from their pussies.
"Always." "Forever, my Thane."
Zarov grinned. Alduin's heal back there had also fixed her throat. "Yol," she chanted, burning the ropes with ease, not caring about the minor burns on her wrists or ankles. She gave a long stretch, eager to flex her body after spending several days in the same position.
Her hands glowing yellow, she untied her wife and loyal follower, easing the pain on their muscles as they, too, stretched. "Is this why you wanted us to learn conjuration?" Lydia asked quietly. Zarov smirked at her.
"Yep. I knew we'd get disarmed sooner or later. Might as well be able to create a weapon that will never be lost, right?" Zarov answered. "Let's go fuck them up," she said, smirking as Lydia quickly conjured a greatsword, the sharp weapon glowing a dull purple. Aela immediately turned into a werewolf, siding with Lydia as the three walked to the bandit encampment.
Zarov didn't bother using a weapon. She was her own weapon. Her pussy wanted something to fill it, and she sensed the immediate need of the thing inside her, but right now she needed some good old-fashioned violence. "Boss!" she heard a shout as she walked in.
"Fus!" Zarov Shouted instantly, the single word Shout enough to send the guardsman flying. She turned to another couple of tents, the men gathering their weapons and armor. "Yol! Toor Shul!" she chanted, watching as the flames ate at the tents, burning the men alive.
Aela was having a field day, running and killing everyone she saw. Lydia was being more sneaky about it, her marks still evident as more and more tents were left empty. Zarov set every single one on fire as she passed them. The sounds of fire and panic had long since woken Durten, who glared at her out of his shack, a small wooden thing barely able to fit two or three people in it.
"How did you get free!?" he asked, grabbing his greataxe as he started to charge her.
"Easy. Burn," Zarov said, grabbing his throat as she stepped out of the way of his charge, slamming him down into the ground. She stared into his eyes, tears flowing freely from them. "Yol toor shul!" she Shouted, the flames burning his face and body from within a foot away. the smell of burning flesh reminded her of what they did to her, and her anger only rose.
She saw a single woman stare at her, holding a small bundle in her arms. Kern. Anger flared into her body, but she stopped herself as she walked closer. "You have every right to kill me," she said quietly.
"Damn right I do," Zarov agreed. "But...what made you join this group?" she asked.
Kern looked at the bundle in her arms, and slowly raised it, revealing the black skin of a dunmer child. "Originally, it was for him. And then...I lost my reason. I became angrier. And I let it loose with my creations."
"Rahgot," Zarov said quietly. "Leave. If I see you again, I will kill you. I won't lose sleep over it. Honestly, the only thing I'll lose sleep over is what you did to me. But even that was taken care of. Now it's only memories," she finished, waiting for Kern to leave through the cavern walls. Lydia and Aela came to her a moment later, the Companion back in her human form and Lydia with blood dripping off her blade.
"Are you sure, my Thane?"
"More than sure. Now. Let's burn this place to the ground," Zarov said without a hint of mercy left in her.
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Six months later found Zarov deep in the hills of northern Skyrim, far from the regular roads that guided most of Skyrim. She sat on a chair, holding her distended, naturally distended this time, belly as she rubbed it lightly. Aela was around, she knew, deep inside some cavern not far, killing any draugr and ensuring they can't get out and attempt to kill her.
Lydia was in another chair, her own stomach obviously pregnant. She wasn't sure which of them had been the father, but she figured it wasn't the child's fault. The worst she would do is put it up for adoption in Windhelm, not too far from their house, a small wooden thing perfect for the three of them. Lydia though, wasn't due for several months.
Zarov on the other hand was due any day. "Do you think Aela will make it back in time for the birth?" Lydia asked, her eyes and voice full of concern.
The vixen shrugged. "Probably not. Honestly, it's why I asked her to do that. I didn't want her to see me in pain...or not in pain, as the case may be," she said, casually moving her fingers down to her extremely overly sensitive pussy lips. A few strokes, and she let out a pleasured groan as ecstasy rushed her.
She felt her body tighten a few minutes later. "It's time," she said, putting her feet up in a couple of chairs next to a hearth. The contractions started, and she groaned with a combined pain and pleasure. The drugs had never fully worn off, even out of her body as she had them, and her body was overly sensitized to a degree she'd never heard of. She literally could not wear clothes anymore, because if she did the fabric would make her cum just from rubbing over her nipples and clit.
Fortunately, it seemed as if Lydia and Aela had escaped more or less unscarred. Aela had sworn off men entirely, which wasn't new to either of the others. Lydia didn't seem to think one way or the other, and Zarov had a thought that she was going to be the one to break the trio by finding a nice man or woman.
Her train of thought was broken by a train of pleasure as she groaned loudly, her pussy muscles trying to get the child out of her body. "I would tell you to push, but I think you know that already, my Thane," Lydia said. Zarov had tried to break her of constantly saying 'my Thane', as Zarov hadn't shown her face in Whiterun for nearly six and a half months, to no avail. Of course, it was probably that Lydia was just fucking with her.
"Yes," Zarov groaned out, her breathing deep and hard. "Yes I do," she said, screaming as she came again, the bulge of the child working its way out of her body. This wasn't natural, she knew. She should be in a massive amount of pain. And yet...she wasn't. She was enjoying this. She was enjoying giving birth. What the flying fuck!?
She stared down at the thing on her nipples, wondering when the half-thing had grasped on, sucking away at her milk. It was tiny, barely the size of her arms, with a bald head like most kitsune, but with a draconic tail instead of her fox tail. Wings showed from its tiny arms. A hybrid of dragon and kitsune.
"She's beautiful," Lydia said.
Zarov reached down and kissed the top of her head. "Of course she is. After all...who better to kill Alduin than the daughter? Guess I'm not the last 'dragonborn' anymore..." she chuckled at her own joke, dodging swiftly as Lydia threw a shoe at her head.
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A year later than it should have been, but it's finished.
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