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skyrimkinkmeme) wrote2013-07-04 01:41 pm
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Skyrim Page 5 - "NAKED! Naked naked naked "
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Fill: With Child 1a/?
(Anonymous) 2013-09-15 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)Tags: f!DB, non-con, pregnancy, h/c, race: nord, char: hadvar
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She ran. Falchion ran as fast as her aching legs could carry her, away from Darkwater Crossing, and the were-beast that had stumbled across her little campsite and rutted on her. He had woken her as he had spread her unwilling legs, and pushed a massive knot into her, spilling what had felt like gallons of seed in her sex. She was trapped by his knot, tying them together, even as her blood and his seed trickled down her thighs.
She had never wished death upon another living being in her life, but as she stumbled and scurried through bushes and thorny undergrowth, she hoped every inhabitant of Darkwater Crossing picked up their pitchforks and torches and hunted the animal to extinction.
And then she ran straight into a campful of the Imperial Legion. She could have wept for relief: they would help her, save her from the monster that hunted her even now.
No such luck. The Imperial Captain saw only her ragged clothes and her breathless running and assumed that she was on the run from the law. She was bound, gagged and tossed into a carriage.
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The Nord in binds across from her had kind blue eyes and a deep respect for tradition. She neither knew of nor cared about the Jarl beside her, nor the local politics. All she cared about was getting as far from the were-beast and Darkwater Crossing as she could She could explain the Legion's error to the Captain, or maybe the kind, brown haired lieutenant later.
Was the horse thief to share the rebels' fate? Was she? When the Captain ordered the archers to take down the fleeing man, Falchion knew she had no more laters in which to explain away the mistake they had made. So Helgen was to be her final resting place; perhaps it was as well to let them end her days, it would prevent what the beast's nature intended, and she would not be a fertile furrow to grow his seed.
And then the dragon attacked, and all was chaos. She hesitated outside the Keep, trying to decide which of her rescuers to follow. A roar from the dragon sent her scurrying after the legionary.
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The taste of fresh air outside the tunnels of Helgen was like the taste of fresh water in the Alik'r. After the dragon flew off, Falchion paled and vomited for a long time, heaving dryly after the little she had consumed made its' way violently out. Hadvar, bless him, had held her head steady and rubbed her back until even the tremors stopped, and insisted on walking her to his uncle's home in Riverwood.
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Re: Fill: With Child 1b/?
(Anonymous) 2013-09-15 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)*-*-*
Falchion stood motionless before the Guardian Stones for a long time, internally cursing her own inner weakness. If she chose the Thief she could avoid
rutting werebeastsenemies, but if she chose the Wizard, she could incinerate them with a thought. She chose the Warrior, and hoped she had been wise."I'm not surprised. I knew you shouldn't have been on that cart the moment I laid eyes on you," Hadvar said cheerfully.
"Then why didn't you ask me why I'd run into your camp?" Falchion asked, not without a little spite: she knew Hadvar had not been the one to order her bound without interrogation, nor the one to order her executed without trial, but the fact of it still stung. Hadvar looked hurt so she decided to lighten her words with some humour. "Besides, being named for a sword, I couldn't possibly choose otherwise, could I?"
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Falchion parted ways from Hadvar on good terms with him, but utterly unconvinced by his pleas to join the Legion, not after what had - and what had almost - happened.
She explored the Barrow, and headed to Whiterun to warn the Jarl: he was certainly not to blame for her bad experiences, and perhaps she would let him know that werewolves roamed the countryside, preying on innocent travellers.
She had never killed anything like a flying, fire-breathing monster before; when the thing's soul entered her - against her wishes - Falchion vomited at the Western Watchtower. Irileth eyed her with disdain, but she heard two of the city guards doing the same in the nearby bushes, so she didn't feel badly about herself. Besides which, the hardy mer Housecarl was a seasoned campaigner, and even she looked pale after that fight.
When Jarl Balgruuf named her Thane, Falchion was most glad to be gifted with Lydia, for she had few friends and nobody to talk to except for the Housecarl. It took some time to get to know Lydia, for the two women were both reserved, and not prone to idle chatter, but after saving one another's hides several times in Valtheim Towers, Redoran's Retreat, and Silent Moons Camp, they became firm friends.