Skyrim Preferences and Smut

Farkas + Breeding Kink

(This is based of the theory of what If after the player becomes a werewolf she gets in a relationship with farkas and eventually gets married to the big sweet oaf? Cute, right? Okay since they are both werewolves...I'm thinking some huge animalistic dynamics coming out during certain moon cycles so here comes this pure Drabble/list of sin.)

"Farkas" You whimper out.

Your legs felt like jelly, you limp, quivering and sweaty as your hands were pinned above you, legs slung over farkas's bulky shoulders as he continued to thrust in and out of you hard and fast.

For someone usually so gentle, afraid to harm his precious love, the moon sure did motivate him otherwise.

Sweat dripped down his face, as he stared intensely at your trembling body, Your face is flushed, you're covered in hickeys and bite marks all over your body. Your hips have bruises from his hands. He can see the perfect outline do his hand against the skin of your waist.

His cum now leaking out of you and unto the bed below.

You've been at this for hours by now, on your side, on your back, on your hands and knees..everything you could think possible as Farkas thrusted into you over and over, endlessly, ferociously, almost as though the beast within was all that remained behind his sweet silver eyes.

You're not complaining though.

A wave of pleasure sweeps over you once again, as you scream and arch your back, Farkas grips onto your hand and hip even harder as he spills deep inside of you, with a deep growl.

He milks himself of everything he has, but he refuses to pull out, staying buried inside you, as he leans down and kisses your red and purple splotched neck

Tears roll down your cheek as you convulse and twitch uncontrollably. You're so overstimulated, drool starting to drip from your lips- the damned cycle of the new moon bringing about a profound sensitivity.

Within minutes you could feel him harden inside of your battered pussy. By hircine, how is he doing this, he's already filled you an innumerable amount of times.

"Ah, F-Farkas..." You gasp out. "B..Break...I...I need a...break..."

He either doesn't hear you or ignores you as you're flipped on your stomach, still impaled on his length, ripping a scream from your lips. He leans over you, grabbing your forearms and holding them together behind your back, as he bites at your shoulder hard enough to draw blood.

A typical "mate" mark.

His free hand he reaches down and presses against your stomach feeling the inhuman bloat his seed made inside you. Drawing a whimpering moan from your fucked out mouth.

He starts thrusting his hips deep inside you once again. Kissing and nibbling at your ear, He's not letting you walk out of here until you're completely swollen and the beast inside of him ceases.

And yes..he will flip out the morning after.