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Rutting Hircine chasing down his mate on Nirn.

Kinks: daedra, scent, dirty talk, rough sex, non/dub con, bites
no squicks.

Please anons :3

Can it take the form of the F!PC remembering the night Hircine hunted her as she worries if the children growing within her will be human? ._. I'm sorry I just like pregnancy stories.

What a lovely idea :3 In fact one of my (secret) kink is daedra/mortal breeding. So please, do as you want anon :3

Siddgeir had seemed so sincere. The quest seemed so easy. She hadn't wanted suffering for anyone and so she agreed. How was she to know? How was she to discover what happened when the hunt was finished? How could she face alone that which terrified her the most?

Nothing spooked the dragonborn more than ghosts. Normally a good companion and a lot of fire could help with the fear, but the dragonborn had sent her companion home. The ring made one change randomly and she couldn't bear to hurt a friend. Alone she saw the ghostly Hircine and the bow dropped from nerveless hands. Too quickly her mind went blank as her eyes went wide and her thoughts turned to one thing... And then she did something monumentally stupid.

She ran.

The Lord of the Hunt gave chase.

The prey was fast. People of nature always were and a werewolf was very in tune with nature. The less panicked she was, the harder it was for him to chase. The more excited he became as his form changed to that of a hunting beast. And she also became more tired. Her scent had teased him even when she had been the hunter. The change all females went through where their bodies changed to become more accepting of a male intrusion. He lifted his head up in an unearthly howl as he caught the flash of movement from his fleeing prey.

A lunge sent her tumbling as he grappled her struggling body. Soon he had her pinned beneath him, her lean sinuous body writhing against his own and her scent in his nose. A low growl didn't stop her frantic struggles even to the point he bit her shoulder so very close to her neck.

She went very still beneath him as he shifted so that her legs were parted by his lower body and pinned her arms above her head with one bestial hand. His other hand groped her clothes to find a leather strap to tie them tight and a quick glance around had him smirking as he finally released his teeth and lapped at the blood that welled. He forced her to kneel at one of the many rocky outcroppings in these mountainous areas of skyrim and manipulated her no matter how she struggled. Even a fish impaled on a spear will struggle to it's dying breath.

Soon enough her hands were wedged in a crevasse between two stones and another stone wedged on top, keeping her trapped at the ghostly Daedra's mercy. She felt him tear at her clothes, leaving her in tattered rags and kneeling in the cold snow. She whined fearfully as he began to touch her, feeling the rough stone scratching the tender skin around her wrists.

This wasn't what she had wanted when she offered to help that werewolf.

Fuck. Wong name. I meant Sinding.

To be fair, dear A!A, I think it's better with the Jarl's name... (But in all seriousness, it makes more sense now. Lovely little fill you've done! It's nice to read about Hircine being, well, Hircine...)

She could feel the pelvis pressed against her, the hands that were in a constant state of flux between man and beast. Hear the growls of a wolf or a bear or a Sabercat behind her. She was afraid. She would rip her hands apart if she changed now and she whined in terror. She didn't want this.

But she had no choice. Teeth pressed against the back of her shoulder, just under her neck in a holding manner. The wolf blood whimpered in submission while the Dragon's soul hissed in frustration and the woman whimpered in fear of what is and what was to come. She felt the shifting of hips as the hands appeared in her line of sight. On either side he caged her in and she felt something nudging against her. Something with a spade-like tip and thick and a little bit moist. She began to struggle anew, raw fear as she realized what was going to happen and she screamed. The sound was wild and frantic, desperate for escape she couldn't have as he thrust his hips forward to bury himself to the hilt into his prey.

She writhed and bucked frantically, blood trailing down her leg from the forced entry, but he held fast. One hand left her sight to wrap around the front of her hip and press her against him. The tip of a clawed paw touched something that made her gasp, sensitive as it was. He took advantage and stroked it, feeling her trembling beneath him like a frightened colt. The clenching of her insides was wonderful, but he had further plans for his delicate prey. Ones that involved her screaming as he rutted her properly and filled her and made her his as none of the others had done. And none would be able to now with her blood trickling down her leg and her body beneath him as he took what he desired.

She felt tears freezing on her face, the cold snow beneath her and the ghostly body above. The place between her legs where something long and thick and so very alien was inside of her. Veinous and pulsing, the base too thick and the shape too bestial to be human. She could feel that strange tip deep inside her rubbing against something that sent shocks of discomfort up her core.

"You're mine little dragon," Hircine spoke finally, his voice inhuman as he began to move, "I'm going to rut you until you scream for more. Make you beg until the pleasure becomes pain. Then, when I have my fill... I'm going to make sure everyone knows what I did. Your belly will swell with the evidence and when you have it, I'm going to do this to you again and again and again until you know to spread your legs for the pleasure I will give you. You are mine by right of claim my little Dragon. And now you always will be."

eeee more please

She struggled beneath the Daedra as he ran his tongue over the flesh of her back. He ground his hips against hers, a promise of what was to come as he took a deep breath at the base of her neck. Fear. Shame. Arousal. Oh she was a heady concoction of emotions as beast and Dov and the nature of her people warred. The Dragon raged at being forced to submit. The wolf whimpered, willing to give its conqueror what he desired. The person wanted escape. She would have none.

"My prey. You have hunted me and I have hunted you. You will be mine," his voice was the growl of a hunting beast and she trembled as he raked his teeth against the back of her neck in warning, "I claim you as my own to be my mortal bride. This meeting of flesh is our binding. You will grow with the evidence of our coupling. You will learn to spread your legs for your mate; be given the pleasure when you deserve it.."

A hand, bestial and covered in fur in a state of constant flux, grasped her by the front of her crotch and angled her hips against his. The tip of his inhuman cock nudged against her, feeling the moisture of her involuntary arousal. The wolf had known from the moment he had placed her in the mating position and had readied itself. She had no other choice. A sudden thrust had her screaming, her body tense as he filled her to bursting and his hand held her waist against his no matter how she struggled.

His hard cock was thick inside of her, the strange shape pressed against her insides as her torn body bled for him. It wasn't his problem as he began to thrust shallowly. The pointed tip meant he could open her up without the need for preparation, the veins giving the width an inconsistency that rubbed lewdly along her. But what frightened her the most was how he penetrated her from the entrance that bled to the wall of her womb, the tip pressing uncomfortably inside her. She wouldn't know that it pressed against that tiny pinprick of a hole inside her innermost wall, but that wasn't the problem.

"Next time, I will give you pleasure," Hircine growled lowly in her ear as the shallow thrusts sped up; quickly becoming a violent pounding that had her thrashing in an attempt to free herself, "but this is mine. You are mine."

Whoops. I thought the other hadn't posted.

She didn't stop her struggles even with him buried so deep inside. She was a dragon wrapped in mortal flesh. They did not submit to anyone's less they willed it. Not even to Daedra. She raised her voice in a Shout, her body becoming ghostly as she pulled her hands free and hauled herself away.

Or she would have if his ghostly hands hadn't wrapped around her waist and slammed her back against him. She thrashed and struggled helplessly as he held her by the hips and thrust harshly. A high cry escaped her as she felt her body forced to open, his unnatural cock rubbing in ways she couldn't help but find pleasing.

Her struggles weakened though they didn't stop, unwilling to show the pleasure but not so eager to escape. He noticed though. He didn't chuckle, but there was amusement as he lapped at the flesh of her back once more to taste her pain and arousal on his tongue. He would make her scream his name or fuck her until she couldn't move. The thought was pleasing as he imagined her laying naked in the snow, her limbs boneless and his Essence dripping from her opening. He brought his mouth to her ear and nipped at the point with amusement.

"I'm going to wreck you for other males. None will satisfy you as I will have done. It will be me that you imagine as you touch yourself," his voice was a growl In Her ear, her body reacting despite herself as she clenched around him with a low moan. The dragon was no longer growling in outrage. The wolf was begging to have more. The mortal woman just wanted this torture to end, "you will run from me and I will chase. And when I catch you, I will throw you down and rut you where you land. I will leave you sated. Broken as a tamed mare. And you will love me for it."

Please update more!!

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She arched and writhed as he came suddenly inside her, crying out as the fluid irritated her tender flesh. But though he came, he continued to thrust into her. She felt something odd as he pushed, a subtle widening at the base as the tip bludgeoned her cervix painfully. She screamed and thrashed beneath him as he grasped her and shoved, a bulbous mass jammed into her as the tip forced her cervix to split just enough to accommodate his length. That's when he began to laugh cruelly.

The fluid that filled her womb was hot. It burned her virgin flesh as his cock pulsed, each jet of semen felt as it traveled up his cock and into the steadily filling receptacle that swelled until she couldn't take any more. The pressure began to hurt, but there was nowhere for it to go; nowhere but inside her resisting body as the knot swelled so that she screamed in pain. His hand left her and she tried to escape, only to find she couldn't pull away. She was impaled on his cock. Trapped as a bitch with her mate and her mouth opened in a weak cry as the pleasure she had fought had her trembling with each terrible shuddering of the hard cock inside of her.

He growled in pleasure as she writhed and pulled beneath him. Her delicious cunt squeezing and pulsing with desire and pain as he filled her. Mated her. She was too small to fit him properly, but that was her problem. He had what he wanted. Her virgin blood on his cock. Her womb filled with his seed. Her screams in his ears. His mark on her body. She was his. Her body and blood belonged to him. And so he reached out to that cursed part of her. Flooded it with his essence as she howled in unexpected pleasure. Her cunt clamped down on him as she writhed and screamed, unable to do anything else as he forced an orgasm through her connection to him.

A!Anon, number your following posts please. It's easier to archive that way. Thank you! :)

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