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Big Argonian WIP
🕑 Added 2023-01-16 13:42:18 +0000 UTCBeen a bit more swamped lately with work than I expected coming back after the holidays. But I can drop this first part of a story I started, feeling the itch for a huge argonian lady towering over Skyrim, or a planet, or wherever it goes!
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The Cursemonger’s Cavern shook with the rhythmic pounding of Deejah’s hips.
The Argonian adventurer straddled a short, but pleasantly hung imp on the thick carpet in the middle of the dungeon, bringing her big, scaly booty down with enough force to rattle the glass of the evil mage’s lab bench, filling the fire-lit lair with the sounds and smells of sex. Deejah was tall, thick, and strong, her dark green scales covered only by a minimum of armor to let her huge, womanly curves breathe—and to more easily fuck cute monster boys, like the imp currently sliding in and out of her.
The Cursemonger himself stood just a few yards away, his mystical manner forgotten as he poked his head out of his dark, tattered cloak to stare in confusion. “Fitz! Why are you not resisting her?!”
“Sorry boss!” the imp called out between moans, “she’s too… powerful!”
Deejah clenched around Fitz’ cock. “You’re not too bad yourself, you know.”
“That’s not good enough!” The Cursemonger cried. “Kill her!”
“Y-yes boss!” The imp redoubled his efforts, though to an untrained eye, they were practically indistinguishable from vigorous, horny humping of the heavy-bottomed lizard, who left little more than his face and face visible under her thick thighs and gorgeous backside.
“Ooh. Yes.” Deejah crooned with half-lidded eyes, her tail whipping through the air. “Good boy. Keep that up!”
“Yes ma’am! Uh, I mean—”
“No! Gods, you’re useless.” The Cursemonger shook his head in despair. “Of all the minions I could have bound… But no, I’m stuck with a spineless fool.” He wove a spell and threw it at the imp.
Fitz winced. “Boss, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I can’t—” His words become a gutteral howl as a boost of berserker strength washed through his thin limbs… and ended up between his legs, making his raging erection grow harder, thicker, longer.
Deejah and the Cursemonger’s eyes met momentarily as they realized the effects of Fitz’ bloodlust.
“Oh no.” he said.
“Oh yes!” she replied.
“F-fuck!” Fitz shouted, half exclamation, half command, as he partially lifted the amazonian lizard off the ground with his newfound strength and thrust up into her eager pussy.
Deejah more than met his enthusiasm, riding the imp with such vigor that it was a wonder that his hips stayed intact beneath her. Her breasts, colored a softer green and capped with dark emerald nipples, bounced tantalizingly over Fitz’ head, while her pussy squirted so hard that the imp sputtered for breath in the pooling stream of honey between her legs.
No wonder his bloodlust did not last.
Deejah threw her head back as the imp erupted inside her. “Yesss!” Her howl of pleasure echoed through the cavern, spooking a colony of bats from under the ceiling. She sat back then, awash with the afterglow.
The dark master of magic was not amused. “How dare you.” he said, drawing himself up in front of Deejah with all the righteous fury of his position. “How dare you despoil my sanctum like this.”
Deejah ran a finger around her swollen nipple and stretched. “It was easy, honestly. Got any more fiends for me to fight?”
“Fight? That wasn’t a fight! That was rampant seduction, a low trick, an obscene diversion!”
“Eh, can’t argue with results. Plus, your little friend is a right cutie.” She rolled her hips over Fitz’ shrinking cock and let it pop free from her plump lips. “But I’m still horny, so for your sake I hope that you’ve got some more toys for me. Preferably with even fatter dicks. Otherwise,” Deejah said, locking eyes with the Cursemonger, “I’ll have to skip to the bounty on your head…”
The Cursemonger lifted his wand defiantly. “You will never kill me.”
“Maybe.” Deejah rose to her full height. Even half-naked, she cut an imposing figure, her limbs thick with muscle beneath her feminine curves. “If you’re a good boy and hand over that bauble you stole from the temple, I might let you off with a warning.”
“As if I would let a common wench like you command me. Me, a master of the dark arts!”
Deejah shrugged. She drew her heavy sword. “Your funeral.”
Fitz interrupted the showdown with a pitiful groan. “Uh, boss. Might be a good idea?”
“Quiet, imp. The adults are talking.”
“She *did* slay your Skeleton Guard.”
“I did.” Deejah said.
“And the Abyssal Devourer in the pit.”
“Also true.”
“And your Eternal Golem, despite the anti—”
“Shut up!” The Cursemonger bellowed. He produced a golden figurine from under his robe and hurled it at Deejah. “Take the damn thing and leave me be!” He glared coldly at Fitz. “That goes for you too.”
Deejah cracked a smile. “Can do.”
The imp lit up. “I’m free? You’re releasing me? Thank you boss, I can’t believe—”
Fitz vanished with a snap of the Cursemonger’s fingers. “A time-out for you.”
Deejah leaned on her sword. “Ah, another happy ending. I will be on my way, then. For next time, please get a more exciting beast to guard your front door. A tentacle monster, now *that* would buy you some more time when I come a’knocking…” Deejah fondled herself openly at the thought, her thick tail swinging back and forth.
“You’re *obsessed* with sex.” the Cursemonger said, making a face of disgust. “A scaly nymphomaniac, come to haunt me day and night. No longer!” He raised his wand at the carefree Argonian. “By the powers below, I deny you the satisfaction that you crave!”
Deejah jolted into action, her sword already swinging in a deadly arc at the mage. But there was a flash of blinding light and her blade hit only air. The Cursemonger was gone.
“What the hell…?” Deejah growled. “Rude. Very rude. I’ll have to remember that next time…” She looked herself over, but the spell had left no visible trace; neither had the mage himself. She felt fine, if a little hot and sweaty still from fucking and fighting her way through the lair. She had what she came for, and so Deejah left the cavern, traveling back towards civilization with thoughts of a hot bath and an even hotter stud to share her bed.
Comments
Twi
I do hope we see Fitz somewhere in the rest of the story, he's cute :>
