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Like an Animal	By : darkdill Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 34944 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Dragonguard Keep stood strong within the western forests of the Rift. The old castle, formerly a base used by the Stormcloaks during their liberation of Skyrim, now stood as the personal home of the warrior Volug, known by many as the Dragonborn. It had been given to him by Ulfric Stormcloak as a reward for his valiant service in the war for Skyrim, and not only served as his home, but also as the home of his beloved wife.
Within the master bedroom of the keep, Volug lay within the enormous bed, exhausted from a recent adventure, and another grueling battle with a Frost Dragon. Sitting opposite the sleeping Dragonborn, the Nord's wife Ysolda brushed her hair as she prepared for bed, dressed in a white silk nightgown. She glanced toward her husband as he slept, and smiled.
The Nord woman had married the love of her life only recently, surprised weeks ago when Volug had come before her with an Amulet of Mara about his neck, and a diamond ring of his own design in his palm. The wedding in Riften was attended by countless friends and well-wishers from all across Skyrim, where under the blessings of the goddess of love, the two were made one. It was the happiest moment of her life.
The two had quickly settled into the keep after the wedding, with Ysolda selling off her home in Whiterun for a bargain to a Stormcloak veteran. The vast castle was far different from her small Whiterun home, but despite the lack of guardsmen, it was as safe a place as could be, protected by various enchantments from the College of Winterhold. Though Ysolda, like most Nords, wasn't very fond of magic, she was smart enough to know that the spells guarding the castle were more than enough to deter most potential intruders, and it would be unwise to look a gift horse in the mouth when it came to the College.
But as Ysolda set aside her brush, prepared to settle into bed with Volug, she watched through the bedroom window as the clouds outside suddenly began to part. Curiously she watched the phenomenon, for the clouds moved unnaturally.
Then light shone through the clouds. Red light, shining from a familiar, yet now dreadful moon. A Blood Moon.
Ysolda gazed nervously at the red moon, confused as to its meaning or reason. Suddenly, she heard her husband screaming. No, not screaming. Growling.
"Volug? Volug?!" Ysolda said fearfully as she turned to her husband.
Volug's body shook as the light of the Blood Moon shone upon him. Black fur began to sprout from all across his body as his limbs grew, his fingers extending into claws. His face, scarred and strong, began to shift into a beastial form as his eyes, normally brown, opened and turned a bright crimson. His night clothing shredded as his muscles grew enormously.
And then from his lupine maw, filled with razor-sharp teeth, Volug howled.
Ysolda's heart leapt in her chest. The man she loved, the man known across Skyrim as the Dragonborn, the man who had helped lead the Stormcloaks to victory over the Imperial Legion, was a werewolf!
"V-Volug...?"
The wolfen Volug rose to his feet as he snarled, his eyes fixed on Ysolda. The woman's body shook with terror, the sight of her husband in such a form more than she could bear. Saliva dripped from the werewolf's mouth as he eyed his wife.
An instant later, Ysolda screamed in terror as she broke into a run, desperate to escape the beast before he surely tore her to pieces. It was no use; it barely took a second before the werewolf pounced, grabbing Ysolda's wrists with his clawed hands. The Nord screamed in terror as the werewolf's claws grasped her hands behind her back, far too strong for her to resist.
A few seconds later, Ysolda's struggles became less frantic, if only slightly, for she realized that the werewolf had not harmed her. Was her husband still somewhere in that beast?
"V-Volug, please. It's me, Ysolda! Volug, no!"
Hot air began to stain the back of Ysolda's neck as Volug's mouth moved behind her. Ysolda's eyes widened with terror, sure that the werewolf was about to take his first bite into her.
Volug's teeth instead sank into the back of her nightgown. With an abrupt tug, and a scream from Ysolda, the silky garment was torn to shreds from the waist up, revealing a pair of round and very large breasts, which bounced wildly as they were released from their confines.
Ysolda froze as she felt Volug's breath on her shoulder as he stared down at her enormous chest, seemingly enthralled by their size and shape. Each was nearly as large as a cabbage, flawlessly shaped and adorned by large pink nipples. They were the envy of countless women from Whiterun, and the lust of countless men. And now they were exposed before the love of Ysolda's life, and she had never been more terrified.
Before Ysolda could try to squirm away, she gasped as one of Volug's clawed hands gripped her right breast from behind. The Nord's flesh squeezed in between the werewolf's furry fingers as his hand clenched. Volug's hand moved in a myriad of directions as Ysolda yelped in pain, afraid that at any moment her husband could tear her breast right off, but too terrified to try and flee.
"V-Volug! No, don't! I- Aahn..."
Ysolda felt her body becoming hot. The pain of her husband's ministrations was subsiding, replaced instead by jolts of pleasure with each movement of her breast. As Volug grasped her other breast in his second claw, Ysolda began to moan as her chest was manipulated. Despite his werewolf state, Volug's hands moved masterfully, squeezing and pulling on them, spreading them apart to expose her cleavage then mashing them together before rolling them under his palms, pushing them this way and that.
It was incredible, and she didn't want for it to stop. Her wrists free, Ysolda's hands grasped at the werewolf's wrists, guiding the movements of his hands.
Ysolda then squealed as her nipples were pinched between Volug's rough fingers, briefly twisting them before the werewolf pulled outwards. Her tits stretched out as Ysolda moaned loudly, and her head tossed from side to side as her nipples were pulled in various directions, driving her wild. Ysolda screamed as her buds were pulled even further outwards; she felt as though her nipples were about to be torn off.
"Vo-Volug! M-My breasts! They're- AH! AAHHHH!!!"
All of a sudden, Volug's hands released her nipples, letting Ysolda's breasts bounce back into place. The jolt of her chest resetting released another lusty shriek from Ysolda as an orgasm overtook her. The scent of bodily fluids filled Volug's canine nostrils, spurring his desire to violate the woman before him.
Fatigue settled in as Ysolda's orgasm ended, but this was quickly dwarfed by what she felt next. Something firm, yet malleable, was pressing against her lower back. It didn't feel like fur, but flesh instead.
Ysolda didn't even need to look to know what it was, but as she turned her head, the sight of Volug's enormous member shocked her. It stood fully erect and was easily over a foot long and as wide as her wrist. How was he so big, she thought, even while in such a form?
With another yelp, Ysolda was suddenly flung face down back onto the bed. She had not even a moment to move before Volug tore away the remainder of her nightgown, leaving her prone and naked before her werewolf husband, who stared intently at her pussy. Ysolda weakly attempted to scurry away, but Volug's hand pressed down on her shoulder and prevented her from rising off the bed.
A second later, Ysolda's face turned bright red as she felt the large fleshy rod begin to probe at her sex. Too terrified to speak coherently, she was reduced to whimpers, pleading for Volug not to continue lest he risk splitting her in two. But it would be in vain.
"No, no, wait! Volug, it's too big! Don't! Please don- AHHHHH!!!"
Ysolda screamed louder than she had ever done before as the werewolf's shaft plunged into her, stretching her pussy massively in an attempt to accommodate the sizeable rod. Her stomach distended, and her hymen was broken instantly by the massive shaft, which prodded against her cervix. Volug's clawed hands wrapped around Ysolda's wrists, lifting her head off the bed.
Tears flooded the Nord girl's eyes as the werewolf drew back his cock and then plunged back into her, ramming the entrance to her womb. She cried out with each thrust the werewolf made, but she couldn't tell if she was crying from pain or pleasure. Her huge breasts bounced with each thrust, uncontained by the werewolf's hands to Ysolda's dismay. She pulled against her husband's grip, if only to free her arms so she could molest her own chest, but Volug would not release her.
"V-Volug! Ah! Please! Let me- ah! I- AAHN!"
With a snarl, Volug drew his length back so that only the tip remained inside Ysolda. Then, with one massive push, the werewolf's cock broke through into her womb. Ysolda screamed as orgasm coursed through her again, her fluids leaking out around Volug's shaft and drenching her legs.
Ysolda panted loudly as her breath started to give. She was weary and found it difficult to keep her head up.
But Volug was not done.
Shocked, Ysolda felt the werewolf's hands grasp her shoulders and pull her upright, her back pressed to his fur-covered chest. The wolf briefly snarled, frightening Ysolda, but then replaced her fear once more with lust as his tongue began stroking her neck. Saliva and musty air coated Ysolda's shoulders and neck as Volug's tongue caressed her. Lightheadedness settled in as Ysolda's hands grasped her needy breasts, kneading them as best she could, but unable to satisfy the needs her tits demanded.
Then the thrusting continued. Ysolda moaned loudly as Volug's cock continued to pummel her insides, now breaching into her womb. The pain of the ordeal was intense, yet Ysolda somehow stayed conscious as Volug's thrusts went deeper and deeper into her womb, and his pushes became harder and harder. His pace continued to increase, forcing Ysolda's hands to abandon her breasts and grasp Volug's wrists simply to keep pace with him. Despite the werewolf's grip, Ysolda moved as best she could, trying to redirect her husband's huge thrusts so they hit her sweet spot.
It wasn't long until Ysolda screamed again in orgasm. And again, the scent of her fluids spurred on Volug's frenzy.
Ysolda yelped as Volug's hands grasped her waist, and for the first time she saw the huge bulge in her stomach. Her eyes were stretched wide open as Volug began to rotate Ysolda around his cock, all while keeping the shaft buried in her womb. Ysolda squealed from the mix of pain and pleasure as she was turned around the werewolf's cock, until she was face to face with her beastial husband.
"A-Ah... Volug… I- AHH!"
Volug pushed Ysolda back onto the bed, his cock still buried in her as he pinned her wrists above her head. The thrusting soon resumed, as did Ysolda's lustful moans. Seeing the look of pleasure across Ysolda's face, Volug's hands released her wrists and moved back to her breasts, gripping them tightly and pulling them as he continued to fuck her. Ysolda's moans turned to screams as her breasts were toyed with and her pussy was stirred, her hands pressing against the werewolf's chest.
"Oh! OH! By the Nine! V-Volug! AH! AHH! AAAHHHHH!!!"
As Ysolda's screams became louder, Volug's thrusts became harder and faster. Ysolda's mind blurred as she was overwhelmed by pleasure, the former notion that her life could end wiped from her mind as the werewolf's cock pounded her womb. Said cock seemed to be growing thicker with each thrust, stretching Ysolda's inner walls to their limits. Her breasts bounced in a blur, the werewolf's hands no longer containing them as he pressed her shoulders into the bed sheets.
"V-V-VOLUUUUUUUUUUG!!!!!"
Ysolda then screamed at the top of her lungs as she crashed in orgasm. At the same time, Volug howled skyward as his own climax struck. Ysolda's scream turned into a pleasured wail as white hot seed flooded her insides, her womb filling completely in seconds, her stomach inflating from the overload of semen. As her stomach bulged, Volug pulled his shaft from her body, only for it to continue spraying white hot semen all over Ysolda's body, covering her breasts and face with sticky seed. His howling and Ysolda's screaming echoed through the halls of Dragonguard for what seemed an eternity.
The clouds began to shift again, shrouding the light of the moon as it turned from crimson to its familiar gray. Volug's fur began to recede, and his face reverted from beast to man, along with his other features. Seconds later, the Dragonborn slumped sideways, worn out from his efforts as a beast.
Beside him, Ysolda panted faintly as Volug's seed slowly dripped out of her ravaged pussy. Her stomach slowly began to compress as the seed left, spurting all over Ysolda's legs. Her vision blurred, not simply from the semen in her eyes, but from exhaustion.
Moments before the embrace of sleep overtook her, Ysolda turned back to Volug, now returned to his human form, and smiled weakly.
She had never loved him more than at that moment.
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