Ok. Civil War is over. Alduin has been defeated. The Thalmor are given a fucking huge bloody nose. Imperialists have lost. Skyrim is free! Hooray for errybody!
...save for Elsif. Why, you ask? Shouldn't she be glad that the crisis is solved (just not the way she hoped it would be)?
She's not happy...because she's horny *and* fertile. She needs a big, strong man on top of her, putting his baby into her womb.
But the man in her dream? He ain't human. He's an Orc, tusks and all.
And it gets her off to no end that she'd fuck an Orc and have his child. She doesn't know why this is or how this became a fetish of hers, but show her a picture of an Orc or tell her a tale of how stupidly strong one is, and her panties get soaked to the fucking bone.
Then, she gets word that the DB is in town, either checking in on his home, taking care of some errands, or just passing through. He's an Orc. He's strong. He's relatively handsome (for an Orc, anyway; something about those tusks just really drive Elsif wild...). He's a Stormcloak through and through, despite not being a Nord, which only adds to that whole "forbidden fruit" aspect of Elsif's fetish. And he's around her age.
So she invites him to attend court at the Blue Palace, taking advantage that she's his Jarl, all the better to seduce him and make him breed her...
But then again, the DB has some plans of his own.
BONUS POINTS:
+Breeding themed dirty talk ("Yes, yes, yes, knock me up like the little slut I am! Make me carry that big, strong baby of yours~~~!" "Please, please, please cum in my tight, warm, fertile pussy...please make me a mommy~~~")
+DB somehow becomes the dominate one in the sack and Elsif relishes that the shoe's now on the other foot
+Elsif transitioning from one orgasm to the next so quickly it's like she's just stuck in a long, continuous one
+Elsif realizing that she's being loud as fucking hell, so loud that all her servants can hear her getting bred by the DB...and she doesn't give a single fuck about it; in fact, she enjoys her servants hearing their Jarl getting bred like the bitch in heat she is by this big, strong, handsome Orc!
Elsif wants to get bred by M!Orc Stormcloak DB
...I'm guessing that I do.
Ok. Civil War is over. Alduin has been defeated. The Thalmor are given a fucking huge bloody nose. Imperialists have lost. Skyrim is free! Hooray for errybody!
...save for Elsif. Why, you ask? Shouldn't she be glad that the crisis is solved (just not the way she hoped it would be)?
She's not happy...because she's horny *and* fertile. She needs a big, strong man on top of her, putting his baby into her womb.
But the man in her dream? He ain't human. He's an Orc, tusks and all.
And it gets her off to no end that she'd fuck an Orc and have his child. She doesn't know why this is or how this became a fetish of hers, but show her a picture of an Orc or tell her a tale of how stupidly strong one is, and her panties get soaked to the fucking bone.
Then, she gets word that the DB is in town, either checking in on his home, taking care of some errands, or just passing through. He's an Orc. He's strong. He's relatively handsome (for an Orc, anyway; something about those tusks just really drive Elsif wild...). He's a Stormcloak through and through, despite not being a Nord, which only adds to that whole "forbidden fruit" aspect of Elsif's fetish. And he's around her age.
So she invites him to attend court at the Blue Palace, taking advantage that she's his Jarl, all the better to seduce him and make him breed her...
But then again, the DB has some plans of his own.
BONUS POINTS:
+Breeding themed dirty talk ("Yes, yes, yes, knock me up like the little slut I am! Make me carry that big, strong baby of yours~~~!" "Please, please, please cum in my tight, warm, fertile pussy...please make me a mommy~~~")
+DB somehow becomes the dominate one in the sack and Elsif relishes that the shoe's now on the other foot
+Elsif transitioning from one orgasm to the next so quickly it's like she's just stuck in a long, continuous one
+Elsif realizing that she's being loud as fucking hell, so loud that all her servants can hear her getting bred by the DB...and she doesn't give a single fuck about it; in fact, she enjoys her servants hearing their Jarl getting bred like the bitch in heat she is by this big, strong, handsome Orc!