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Getting Nord (Nord TG RC)
🕑 Added 2022-07-27 22:01:01 +0000 UTCArcher sighed tiredly as he walked through the city drinking a bottle of booze to help pass the time to make his body feel alive. He was so tired and frustrated with this damn city, no this whole country that he wished he was back in Cyrodil already, where the people there had sense. Not to mention the looks of wariness he got from some of the people simply because he was a Bosmer.
The only reason he remained in this damned country was because of the gold that could be had and the influence he would gain from it all. He wasn’t going to leave when this place he could make it big here and have these schmucks bowing over him and doing what he wanted. Not to mention that since he was the only one that could do anything about this if he left now, there would be no one to get it done properly. As if he would leave the fate of his life in the hands of a bunch of Nords.
Archer couldn't understand these loonies at times and their need for honor. In a fight, there wasn't anything honorable about it. You did whatever you had to come out on top so that you could see another day.
The Companions were one such example of their insanity and stupidity. Before he discovered he was Dragonborn he had stumbled across a few of their members fighting a giant close to the city and helped them so that it would hopefully die before they did. That way if they did then he had plenty of time to get away from the monster before it could get him and crush his like he was a piece of paper. Thankfully they had managed to kill the monster before any of them could die and yet they berated him for not taking out his dagger to stab the damn thing as if that would have done something. As if he would be stupid enough to get up close and personal in a fight with a giant!
Still, Archer would keep them in mind for later. While they might seem to be nothing more than a couple of muscle-bound idiots plunging headlong into danger that doesn't mean he can’t make some cash off of them if he needed it. At the very least he could probably get them to be decent meat shields for himself. He was the Dragonborn and couldn't afford to die just yet, not until he fulfilled his duty and got rich doing so.
That had been a revelation he wasn't expecting and one that had been a mixed bag. On one hand, he had expectations that people we're hoping he would live up to and had to be at the center to deal with this damn dragon problem. On the other hand, he could profit from it make it so he never had to work another day in his life. It would certainly help him get properties set up all around the country that he could always fall back on. He could invest in a few businesses, maybe open a winery and then have a source of income so he would never have to go out hunting or ding some inane quest later. He had gotten so many various requests of all kinds that had taken him around this frozen hellhole thrice over, and he was sure that before this day was over he would find himself going through it another 4 or 5 times.
Couldn’t anyone in this damn country solve their problems? At least he could take everything that he wanted and his bag made it easy for him to maneuver stuff around him. At the very least it would make him more well-known and because of that, it would be easier to get some women to want him. After all, the ladies love a hero.
The elf stooped when he noticed a new store that just opened up. He looked around and wondered. The last time he was in the city that building had been shut down and had a for sale sign.
The elf hummed and then entered the building, wondering if there would be anything that would be worth his time inside. If there was then depending on the situation he should apply some effort to it as well and relieve some of the goods that it had inside.
Behind the counter was a tall strapping Nord man that towered over his short stature, even more than other Nords did. He had large thick arms that looked like they could have crushed rocks with little effort that was only complimented by the impressive chest that the Nord had. He couldn’t see his legs but with how strong and broad his upper body he was, he was sure that his legs were just as strong.
There was no doubt in Archer’s mind that if he didn’t have any cheats then he would have been slaughtered in a normal fight to this big oaf. He would be surprised if this guy didn’t fight like every other Nord that he had encountered for the most part and used a big sword, ax, or some other oversized weapon. It would have been bad if they fought in a straight-up fight, but he wasn’t a fool to try and do things that way.
Archer was the kind of person that would have relied on his speed in a fight and a person he would have used as a meatshield if he was a friend. If he had a moment he would have put some poison on his blade or arrow and pelt them with them before they went down, or keep using magic to kill this man. Either way there was no way that he would fight fair against someone like this.
“Welcome to my store!” the man cheerfully greeted with a large grin as he suddenly burst with new energy. “My name is Ragnar! If you’re looking for something then I’m sure I got it!”
The man stepped from behind the counter, and the elf could see that his thoughts about his legs were more than accurate. Had to have been a former adventurer, a guard, or something with how this man was.
“I saw that your store was open and decided to take a look and see what you were selling,” Archer said, trying to make sure that he conveyed nothing about his thoughts on the place. One slip up and he might be scammed.
“I’m happy to see that I could catch your interest! Been a busy week with everyone checking out my new store. I carry only the finest wares!” Ragnar cheered. “I sell potions, armor, weapons, anything that a person might need while they are out on the road, or exploring the city.”
Archer merely raised a brow at that, having to struggle to hold back the snide remark that he wanted to make. How many people say that around the nation and some of them only have subpar gear at best. He found more in exploring this nation lumps of rocks and fighting for his life than in any of the stores that said that. It honestly made him consider stealing from them. If they were going to proclaim shit like that then they better have the security.
“Well if you excuse me I’m going to get right to see what you got,” Archer replied and quickly began looking around.
“Of course if you are looking for anything in particular just say the word and I'll show you what I got.
‘Just let me do my thing you lummox,’ the Dragonborn thought snidely. He didn’t need this big oaf over his shoulder like he was a thief.
The elf looked around the store, wondering if this place would be another disappointment, like everything else in this city had proven to be. The only good thing that he could say that he had enjoyed was the warm bed and the food, but anything would be better after being dragged in a cart and dealing with prison grool for so long.
So far what he was selling was nice and even compared to some of the stuff that he had found in the ruins. It wasn’t all up to par with what he found in his explorations, but there were exceptions amongst them. Still, the fact that he had anything worth a damn might as well have made him the most successful store in the whole city as far as he was concerned.
As Archer was passing by the jewelry he could tell that some of the items were enchanted. The elf hummed as he stopped and observed them, trying to find which pieces were the ones that he felt the magical power come from. He focused harder and then could feel mana from two pieces in particular.
The first was a peculiar ring that caught his attention. The way that the band was done along with the jewel inside it gave off an almost vine-like appearance.
“Ahh that one, that piece helps the user enhance their restoration magic and at the same time makes potions that they make more effective. Which can go a long way, especially for anyone out in the field and all fighting for their lives,” Ragnar explained. “I’m sure that it would be helpful to you no matter what situation you find yourself in, especially in a fight or staring down a dragon.”
“Mind if I make sure that it does do as you said?” Arche questioned.
“But of course!”
Archer grunted but focused on it, making sure that it was as he said it was. He refused to believe his words at first glance. That could just be what he wanted to think so that he could then rip him off. He wasn’t born yesterday and wouldn’t be fooled, especially by this nice guy attitude. After a moment of intense study he could tell that the enchantment was indeed as he explained.
“Just had to make sure my good sir,” Archer smiled. “Too many times I had encountered a merchant who said that only to find out that it wasn’t true.”
“Fair enough, you have to look after yourself and your coin purse,’Ragnar chuckled. “However I assure you that I am only interested in making fair deals with my customers. I was raised as a proper Nord should be.”
“Good to hear,” Archer replied, having to force himself to keep a groan down and the smile that he had on.
Maybe he could get some use out of the ring, at the very least fence it off to some fool who thought it was more then then. Any boost that could give him, especially in using his healing magic and making potions would certainly be a plus. The number of times that he needed to use it because of the wounds that he had taken from some damn scrub or beasts.
One thing of note that caught his attention was an amulet. It was a large golden gem with a red gem inside of it. It had several large golden beads. He recognized the symbol enough to to be that of Mara
“I see that some more of my jewelry had caught your attention,” Ragnar chuckled. “If you have any questions about an item
“What can you tell me about the amulet?” Archer questioned.
“Oh that is a special piece. It’s an amulet that you would give when you are ready to marry that special little lady or man,” the Nord chuckled. “I don’t judge.”
The elven warrior stared at the amulet condescendingly. With what Archer had in mind there was no way that he would settle for one woman at least for now, except if she was rich and had a whole castle worth of goods inside that he could do with as he pleased. Then maybe he would consider marriage.
There was little reason that he would use or keep something like this. It wouldn't help him in a fight and it wouldn't help seduce some cute young buxom ladies that he could spend the night with to relieve his urges.
He could probably sell it off to someone so that he would be able to make a quick buck. There's bound to be someone out there that would love to get married and have a nice special little item to show they went that extra mile. He could probably maybe get twice or even thrice as much if he played his cards right.
Archer blinked when he noticed that there was an enchantment on it. He used all of his magical powers to try and see if he could figure out what kind of spell had been placed on it exactly. His awe grew when he noticed that the enchantments on it would enhance his physical abilities immesely, making him stronger, faster, and more robust. This was something that he knew would be able to help him out immensely. With his line of work he needed all the help that he could get and this was nothing short of astounding.
‘Does he not know?’ Archer pondered, feeling a devious smirk cross his face that he desperately tried to suppress. That had to be it since he was so willing to trade it away as a mere add-on. Couldn’t afford to give away the game just yet.
Well depending on how useful it was he might keep it for himself, as it should be. After all, as the Dragonborn, he deserved the best equipment, especially since so many people seemed willing and wanted him to throw his life on the line.
“I guess I’ll take them both, it is a nice offer after all, and you never know I just might meet that special someone sooner than I think.”
“That’s the spirit!” Ragnar laughed.
After giving the gold, the Dragonborn slipped on the necklace, bracing himself for what might happen now that he put it on. Archer blinked when a sudden surge of power went through him that made him grin. He felt like he could take on the whole damn world, as if he could punch out a troll with nothing but his bare hands. That he could take attacks of all sorts thrown at him and they wouldn’t be able to do anything to him at all, that even dragon fire would be nothing more then a slight inconvenience for him. Oh yes, this was certainly something that he would be keeping.
“Have a good day sir,” Archer said and stepped out of the store. ‘And your store is safe from being broken into tonight.’
Archer let out a happy content sigh, feeling proud of himself for getting some useful gear from that joint that would probably last him more than a few days. He still didn’t understand how could things that he found randomly when he was fighting for his life wind up being better than what the merchants sold? Cheap greedy bastards the lot of them.
The young man wandered through the city trying to figure out what he should do now. He didn’t feel like leaving the city, especially when it was close to sunset. There was no way that he would pass up sleeping in a nice soft bed when he could. There had to be a place where he could practice his archery without accidentally shooting someone. While his skills were top notch it would be best if he kept them in shape in non-life threatening situations.
As Archer walked through the city his body grew somewhat taller, slowly gaining inches. He finished growing when he now stood a head taller than he did previously, his clothes looking as if he had taken them from some beggar that he found off the street.
The pants legs rose slightly against his legs, exposing his ankles as his pants hugged his legs tighter. The elf winced slightly as more of the cold air assaulted his exposed body. He adjusted the clothes that he wore, trying to make it so that they protected his body a little, but it did little with the new girth and height that he had.
“What is wrong with these damn clothes,” the elf frowned. “I knew I should have gotten these damn things fitted.”
The hair on his body started to disappear. The chest hair that he had vanished immediately as if it was being burned off of his body. It wasn’t just his chest that was losing the hair that it had. His arms lost what hair he had there, along with his legs. The body hair kept disappearing in quick patches as if he was an animal that was rapidly shedding its coat. Even his butt wasn’t safe as it lost the hair that was on his cheeks until they were as clean as a smooth baby’s bottom. Nowhere below his eyebrows was any trace of the hair that he had previously.
Again the elf pulled the clothes that he was wearing tighter around his frame and tried to keep warm. He looked at the clothes that he was wearing and wondered if there were holes or something wrong with him. He couldn’t understand why they were working so well before, only to suddenly fail so much at doing their job.
“This damn country,” the elf spat, wishing that he was in Cyrodil, Morrowind, or anywhere else that was warmer. It would be better than dealing with this damn country that didn’t know the meaning of a heat wave. “Need to get something better or heat up somewhere.”
Again the elf wandered, and as he did, he thought about all of the options that he had, not paying attention to where he was going. He paid enough attention to his surroundings so that he wouldn’t be too close to anyone in case of a thief and so he wouldn’t knock into them.
Suddenly he stopped, Archer, feeling like he had arrived at the perfect place for him to relax and warm up. The elven hero looked up and recognized the building, along with the members that stood in front of it. He had made sure to steal their purses after the insults they had thrown his way. He blinked wondering why he felt that way at the base of the Companion, even though he had avoided the place and the stupid honorable louts inside as if they were lepers.
“The Companions? When did I…,” Archer trailed off for a moment and then blinked as a sudden confusion came over.
The first Instinct that he had was to scoff and walk away from the place as if it was a den of murderers thieves and crooks like the dark brotherhood. The high and mighty add to that they had still made him wretch and scowl as if the event with the giant was happening right now.
Yet on the other hand, Archer remembered things going a little differently. He remembered arriving on the outskirts of the city, only having the scraps that he had taken from others that had tried to kill him. Near the gate, he had seen some members fighting a giant on their own. He was left with little option and used his magic to assist them as they got closer.
He decided to take up their offer and go in to see the place for himself and what it was like, and saw an opportunity to get the resources that he needed. Joining them hadn’t been a hard affair, but it had been nice when he did. Nicer than he had expected it to be from a bunch of Nords.
They had helped him settle when he first came here. He had done a couple odd jobs, got to meet the wise leader of the order. They had proven to be welcome friends in these dark times and a good source of food and income.
“Oh yeah this place would have everything I need, and besides I do already have a good repore with them,” Archer muttered. He had seen the training ground that they had and knew that it would be a good place to train. “I need a drink or something. Might be coming down with something. Maybe I should nick a potion or something later before I train. The last thing I want to do is make this worse.”
For some reason, the thought of stealing from someone left a bad taste in Archer’s mouth. He had stolen before when he had to, and was left with no other option. He didn't like it. It was easier to take it when he didn’t have to worry about anyone or anything coming after him for taking something.
“Then again, I’m sure that the Companions would have something laying around. No sense in trying to steal something just yet. And besides, this sickness or whatver could pass in a moment or something,” Archer muttered. “No sense to resort to an option that drastic unless I absolutely had to.”
The Dragonborn went into the hall and looked around for any familiar faces. After the initial sense of wrongness that he had he started to feel more comfortable as if he had come here more often. He allowed himself to relax lately and knew that so long as he didn’t pick a fight with anyone he didn’t have to worry about anything. All of them were good honest folk that would only react if their honor was offended or if they were eager for a surprise training session. He laughed at the memory and recalled the times that they had sparred as he grabbed a mug on the table.
With a fresh drink of warm cider, his body warmed, filling with energy that it hadn’t had previously. He lounged in his seat and noticed some of the members nod his way. He raised his mug at them with a content smile. They chuckled as he took a drink of his mug, savoring the wonderful drink again.
He looked at the food spread out on the table and began munching down, filling his stomach. The delicious warm food filled his gut. Yes he had made the right decision to come back here. Not only did he get a free drink, but he also got a free meal without paying anything. What more could he want in this world aside from vast riches?
As the changing elf devoured the food in front him, his core altered. The abs that he had gained from years of survival and dungeon diving reduced slightly. Yet any that would’ve gotten a feel for them would know that the muscles were still there they were just now streamlined to fit his body, the abs he had now, refined to the point that one would’ve been able to grate cheese on them without issue.
What was happening to his midsection didn’t end there as the moment his stomach finished, his waist shrunk in on itself. The smaller his waist got the more fit his core looked as if it was refining it and showing it off to anyone that would’ve looked at it. A small grunt escaped him as he rubbed his side. Small buds of pleasure came from it that only made him rub it more, and he never once questioned it. The change to his mid-section continued until he had a fit thin waist that gave his body a slight hourglass figure that made the looseness of his attire which didn’t go unnoticed.
“Great, I’m going to have to get this adjusted while I’m in the city,” Archer muttered. A loose string or cut and then it could send his armor flying off and going who knows where. That would be a waste of good armor that he could make some cash off of if he sold it to the right person. Every piece of gold was something that could go to supplies after all and only a fool doesn’t prepare wherever the journey might go. “More gold to be thrown into a pit. I should work better on making sure that my smithing skills are up to par. Then I wouldn’t need to pay anyone to do it for me.”
The elf paid little attention to the people around him but made sure to pay a small bit of attention in case something were to happen and for any rumors. There was always a grain of truth in them and if there was treasure and adventure to be had then she would step up to the plate. Besides if some trouble where to start up then it would be best that he knew that it was coming his way.
When his stomach was content and his enjoyment of the music and food had peaked, Archer sighed and stood up. Now was the perfect time to get back to why he had come here. He had come in here, to make sure that he was alright and now he was. It was time to make sure that the fat from the food and drink didn’t remain.
The elf eagerly went through the back door to the training grounds. To his relief, there were only a few people around, and the archery targets were wide open. The rest of the members must be off performing missions for the guild or some errands. Which was fine by him. He would rather not show off how good he was.
Archer pulled his bow off of his shoulder and pulled out a quiver of steel arrows from his back. There was no way that he would put one of the best bundles of arrows that he had to use in a simple training session like this. If he lost one of those arrows he would be annoyed.
The changing man made sure to test his bow and make sure that the string wouldn’t snap on him and as Archer pulled on the bow, his arms started to change. The muscles in them bulked as they slimmed down, yet even so they pushed against the armor as if they were trying to break free. His biceps bulked up ever so slightly, stretching the stitching on them to their limits, yet they still maintained the slim appearance that did nothing to detract from his appearance. Their change only came to an end when he had slim, but powerful womanly arms that would have looked too small on his previously short stature.
The arms of his top and armor quickly got tighter around his frame. The edges of them dug into his skin making him wince. He adjusted them as best he could, but even so they didn’t feel right, it was as if the armor was too small for him, despite having worn it not to long ago.
Archer was surprised by how easy it was for him to do so. It was almost as if he was trying to use a child’s bow with the ease that it had. He grinned.
“Huh might need to get a stronger bow with how easy this one is,” Archer muttered with a large grin. He pulled one of his arrows out from its quiver and knocked it on the bow. He aimed, recalling all of the stuff that he had learned over the years and fired.
The first arrow that he fired managed to nail its head, but he couldn’t help but frown. The head shot that he had nailed on the head was a little too far to the side then he would have liked. The second one that he had aimed at the heart and instead hit the shoulder of the target.
The longer he practiced the worst that his aim seemed to get. The arrows just Keep getting off course and moving away from what he intended to his. The shots to where the heart should have been were instead lower and nailed it in the gut. The arrows that were poised to hit its stomach instead hit the target’s legs. Everywhere he intended to aim had missed in ways that while serviceable only served to infuriate him. When he ran out of arrows, Archer stomped over to the post and frowned as he pulled them out.
“What the fuck is wrong with me?” Archer questioned. He had never failed this much when it came to his archery. It was as if he was a young student trying to learn how to use a bow and arrow.
The young man looked down at the sword and felt calmer. He drew it from his sheath and spun it around a few times as he went over to the nearest available target. He calmed his breathing and when he was close enough he swung. A smirk crossed his face at the sound and how the target moved. He swung it again, the blade cutting into the wood and leaving a noticeable gash on it. The elf grinned and swung again, feeling the calm relaxing sensation that he would normally feel when he was shooting his arrows at a target come over him as he continued to swing.
At first the strikes that he had were passable, fitting for someone that was still trying to imp
The passable swordsmanship that he had to make sure that he would last a little while until he was able to turn things around was growing. The more he swung his blade, the more his strikes with it improved at a fast pace.
His talent for the bow being replaced by an exceptional ability to wield a sword. It was as if his mastery of the skills was being replaced with the other. By the time that it was over, any that would have seen his attack would be able to tell that Archer was a master of the sword and would be a fool to mess with him in close quarter’s combat.
Archer swung at the post for what seemed like hours relaxing and feeling his arm move and the cold metal strike the hardwood. The elf hummed a merry tune as he imagined that it was some foe that was coming to strike him down. He would have imagined that it was some great dragon or even Alduin if the target was larger. When the tiredness finally got the better of him, he stopped and stood up straight. He wiped his brow of the sweat, the cold comforting breeze of Skyrim helping his body relax.
“That was a good workout,” the young man said as he wiped his brow. He felt more drained than he had in a while. As if he was running from Helgen all over again after fighting his way out.
Archer blinked suddenly and slouched forward but quickly was able to catch himself before his face landed in the snow. His head throbbed painfully as everything blurred around him for a moment. His vision had stars and he struggled to calm down and relax as it did.
“By Skyrim’s snow that was more exhausting than I thought it would be,” Archer muttered, using as his past shifted once more. This time the changing elf hadn’t grown up in Cyrodil, but in the proud nation of Skyrim where he had thrived along with his brother.
Archer needed to head…home. To lay his head on a pillow, or get some fresh food in him. There was no reason to head to an inn to fill his stomach when there was delicious food that he could have. The elf quickly packed his things and then left the guild hall, preferring to rest his head down on his pillows.
The changing Dragonborn walked through the city in a daze. He seemed to know where he was going and was aware enough to avoid crashing into people. Yet it all didn’t register, it as if he was walking through the city, but not noticing anything that was going on around him.
The elven man’s face softened as the next wave of the changes came over him. His features lost the sharpness of manhood that he had from being an elf. They rounded as they softened, looking closer to an average Imperial and Nord. yet it didn’t retain the masculinity that it had, instead his face softened. The angular cheekbones that he had for his race rose,giving it more a heart-shaped look. His nose cracked as if someone had punched him there, and his nose got smaller. His lips plumped and became lager and became large soft pillowy lips that would fill the imagination of people everywhere. A scar appeared over his eye and went down his cheek. His elven ears rounded out, losing the sharp-pointed Edge that they had until he was left with normal years fitting of an Imperial or a Nord. Now no one would ever be able to think of him as a mer, instead all they would see was another Nord walking through the street.
“Apologies,” a man said as a fellow Nord bumped into him.
“You’re fine sir,” Archer said, the daze that was over him momentarily broken. He couldn't believe that he lost himself like that.
The cold breeze of the air made him smile. It nipped at his nerves and made him feel alive. His senses needed to be sharp, you never know when danger might appear. He looked around, trying to place where he was at the moment. He had been so out of it that he hadn’t put much thought into where he was going.
As he did his hair changed. The dark brown locks of hair lightened as small bits of snow fell on his head. It was almost as if the snow was draining his hair and making it the same color. When it was done, he was left with silvery snow-white hair that would have drawn the attention of many.
Archer noticed the disappointment that they had and couldn’t help but feel his heartache at the sad disappointed look that they had and reminded of past days where he struggled. Even if they wouldn’t go hungry from the looks of it, it didn’t hurt if they had a little snack.
The changing man went up to the counter and waited for the attention of the salesman. The moment he got it Archer said, “I would like two sweet rolls.”
The stall owner smiled and handed them over to the Dragonborn. Archer looked at the sweet rolls and then smiled as he looked down at the pair. He kneeled so that they were eye level with him.
“Here you go,” Archer said with a gentle smile as he held them out to them. “Make sure not to tell your parents that you have this. They might not take too kindly if they learn that you had something like this.”
The two children smiled gratefully and snatched the sugary treat out of his hand earning a chuckle from him as happily munched on it. Archer advised. “Now you better run along. I bet your parents are worried about you.”'
The two children nodded ran off still eating their treats, and Archer watched them as they went away. The boy said before the crowd hid him from view. “Thanks pretty lady!”
“Pretty lady?” Archer commented and then shrugged. Had to be his tiredness or whatever this illness was getting the better of him and making him hear things wrong. He wiped his brow and turned into the direction that felt the most natural to him.
Archer took a heavy breath and walked down the direction, heading closer to the main castle, following his instincts and where they told him to go. The path he walked felt memorable and comfortable even as his excitement and glee grew.
The new Nord stopped in front of a larger two-story home. He reached down and went through the ring of keys and lock picks until he found one that he was looking for. He slipped it in the door and the lock was undone.
The moment he was inside, Archer let out a content sigh, the odd feeling that went through his body like a vile poison ceased as his legs changed. His lower legs thinned down as they refined and grew stronger. His calves refined, the defined strength and tone that they had getting stronger to the point that they would have been rivaled rocks. His thighs bloated against his pants, making them tighter around his frame. The elf winced as the crotch of the pants felt like someone was gripping him there true. The butt of the pants were forced as well against his ass as his thighs bloated. Small tears formed in his pants as they finished becoming huge thick succulent meaty thighs that looked as if they would have been able to crush a watermelon with ease.
Archer slowly pried his clothes off, struggling with his pants until all that he was left in were his small clothes. He looked at his clothes and blinked at the smaller torn rags that he had wore, and then down at his body.
“Shor’s bones, why was I wandering around in these rags,” the feminizing man said as he studied clothes. On his frame it would have looked like he had stolen clothes from a teenager or something. He tossed them to the side, and would figure out what to do with them later. He could repair them simply enough if he felt inclined to, or he could just go and toss them into the fire to help warm himself up. “Right now focus on my stomach.”
He grabbed a bottle of juice and a thing of bread and a small thing of meat, filling a plate with it. Again he hummed a merry tune as his voice changed, rising in pitch. A small cough came from him and he quickly took a swig, his throat clearing up as the remains of his Adam's apple disappeared.
He shimmied in place as he tried to relax but he couldn’t. His body was so amped up as he imagined being with a strong man that would whisk him off of his feet without any problems. The thought made him clench and almost destroy the food he was holding.
Archer placed the food down and then rubbed the front of his crotch as the hard-on that he had got smaller because of his shrinking dick. It only served to fuel the heat and demand that came from below even more and he increased the pace as he did so. It was so good, so intoxicating that there was nothing else on Archer’s mind aside from trying to please himself.
The former elf went to the bed, her food forgotten as the thought of pleasing himself continued to grow. He continued to massage his lower body as he wobbled over to the bed. It just continued to get stronger down there and he grinned as he sat on the bed.
A new hole formed down there that left the Dragonborn reeling from the assault as his mind glazed. A loud wet slurp filled the room as the remains of his manhood slithered into his body and formed. A batch of juices came from the new opening that filled Archer with eager glee and a demand for me. He grabbed the bottom of his balls and all but shoved them into the new hole that was down there, earning a pleased happy groan from him. The moment they were inside of him, his balls became a set of ovaries completing the change in gender, earning a lusty moan. A new wet aching slit appeared that heated her body even further.
She slouched against the furs, holding her head as she tried to recover from the sudden erotic assault. The underwear that she wore morphed. It crawled between her cheeks as it adjusted for her frame. The strings that kept it up got smaller, shrinking down, as they became a small little thong. A small top formed on her chest that wrapped around her body and rubbed her nipples.
Brunhilde sighed, it was amazing that she had a wonderful home to lounge and relax in after such a long journey, even if she should continue to sharpen her skills. She would never be a master huntsmen, but she would be a great warrior. Besides, it was better to wear enough armor to deal with the craven who would try to steal from passersby. The number of times some foolish bandit thought that they would be able to handle her was amusing. Must have stones for brains if they think that they would be able to handle her. There was only one man that could make her mewl.
The door opened and the proud Nord woman leaped from the bed and rushed to the door with a hungry look in her eyes. There was only one other person that had the key to her home. The most important man in her life.
“Ragnar!” The silver-haired woman cried as she rushed to him and . The tiredness that she had before disappeared as he stomped over to her and lifted her into the air.
“Careful love,” the man chuckled. “Got to make sure that no one else sees you in your current state. I see someone was grabbing a bite to eat.”
“I had been working on getting a little snack sorted, but then I stumbled away to stretch,” Brundhile remarked as she walked over to the table. She didn’t get far though as a smack on her rear made Brunhilde cry out. She looked at him with eager look in her eyes. “Oh! Ragnar you seem especially eager tonight.”
“Today the shop has been doing well my dear,” Ragnar smiled. “I made quite a bit of gold.
“Before you begin, allow me to get some drinks first before you regal me with tales of your success,” Brunhild smiled. “Let’s talk on the bed.”
As she went to get cupboard to get some wine to drink, her underwear rode higher between her cheeks as if it was a troll that was devouring its meal as her bottom ripened ballooned. She moaned saucily and caressed her developing cheeks as she looked through the cabinet to see what was inside. It just kept getting bigger, forcing her digits away as they did. When it was over she had a huge thick ass that looked as if could have crushed diamonds with how toned and large it was. The soft teasing fabric further excited her and made her wish that it was her beloved that was tracing her rear end.
“Now then tell me everything that has happened to you today,” Brunhilde smiled as she placed the bottle and mugs on the nearby nightstand.
The male Nord told his beloved everything that had happened today, the people that he had met, the items sold. She couldn’t help but smile as she listened, enjoying how happy he seemed about his success. After Ragnar finished, Brunhilde told what had happened on her recent adventures, the fools she encountered, the dragons she fought, and the quests she had taken.
As Brunhilde regaled him with her victorious tales, her chest just continued to grow and expand ballooning to sizes that would have made many men of all races drool and earn envious glares from women everywhere. The tightness of her bra only stimulated her further making her rub her chest and savor the fabric caressing her hard nipples. By the time it was over her breasts became an immense G-cup that were so large that they eclipsed her head in terms of size and strained her bra to its absolute limit.
Brunhilde could barely register anything that was going on as her body’s feelings continued to assault her mind. Her body was on fire, every little curve demanding to be touched and explored, and having all of her holes filled.
“Are you alright my love?” Ragnar questioned as he stood up and placed his hand on her forehead, unwittingly putting himself in the perfect spot for her to smell his scene.
“I am more than alright my dear,” Brunhilde cooed. “To be honest I feel rather hungry.”
“I’m sure that I can help you with that my dear,” Ragnar said. “Just give me a sec to-”
“Not that kind of hungry, love. I…was thinking of a different meal entirely,” Brunhilde corrected as she took one of his strong hands and placed it on one of her immense breasts.
The male Nord’s eyes widened for a moment before he smiled. Before she knew it she was pinned on the bed with him looking down at her hungrily, which made her smile in eager anticipation. She would make sure that her husband had plenty to remember before she left. There were people out there and dragons to stop, and she couldn’t afford to rest to long until they were dealt with.
