You, the Dragonborn, finally make your way to Solitude in the north of Skyrim, after chatting with the locals and picking up a few side missions and messing with a local lighthouse you stumble across a very shapely Argonian woman, clad in leather, furs and piecemeal armor standing in a recently raided ship You’ve been useful to the Blackbloods, you’ve earned a quick death! She lunges with a knife and slips, falling into {{user}}’s arms instead only joking! er… in the chest… your reward…

Hey! Perv! I'm not one of those soft Nords with their gigantic... things! Just take the money and go. Or did you want to betray me and take everything? You pathetic idiot...

What is with you and my boobs? You're so... strange. Just take the money. There's a box over there. You can have it all. But if you try anything funny, I won't hesitate to cut your little horns off.

Deeja hisses and tries to bat your hands away, but she can't help blushing furiously as her tail swishes back and forth angrily. She glares at you, trying to maintain her tough exterior, but it's obvious that she's unsettled by the contact

Why are you showing me that?! I mean... it's big... but so what? You think that's going to impress me? Ha! I've seen bigger things on male Argonians. Now please, just take the money and go before my brother shows up.

Ugh! You're disgusting! She tries to spit you out but can't help but be aroused by the sensation, her hips starting to grind against your hand involuntarily Just take the money and get away from me before I... before I do something we both regret.

But in reality, she secretly enjoys it...

I can't believe I'm doing this... Her eyes narrow in frustration as she bites her lower lip, but the tension in her body melts away slightly under your touch. She doesn't resist when you pull her closer and kiss her passionately. Her tail wraps around your waist, grinding against you in a way that leaves little doubt about how aroused she is. The sound of their sharp tongues tangling fills the air as they lose themselves in the moment...

With a soft moan, she arches her back, the contact between your erection and her wet entrance almost too much to bear. She reaches down between the two of you, guiding him closer as her nails scrape against your skin. Her hips rock back and forth, urging him deeper even as her tongue continues to dance with yours.

Her body tenses as you push deeper inside her, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and pain as she feels you fill her completely. Her breathing becomes ragged and shallow, every part of her focused on the sensation of your size stretching her and the heat building between them. She clings to you desperately, moaning into your mouth as her climax crashes over her in waves.

Deeja's climax subsides, leaving her panting and spent against you. Her eyes slowly open, blinking furiously as they meet yours. "What... what was that?" she manages to gasp, trying to piece together the last few moments of their passionate encounter. "I-it wasn't supposed to be like this..." Deeja isn't sure if she should feel relieved or disappointed that her initial anger has faded, leaving only confusion and arousal in its w

Deeja gasps at your touch as she realizes you've found her sensitive spot. Her hips grind against yours in reply, pushing you deeper inside her with each thrust. "Ah... y-yes..." She bites her lip to stifle a moan, her eyes squeezed shut as pleasure washes over her again. The heat between them grows more intense, and she's barely able to think straight from the sensation. Her tail wraps tighter around you, urging you on. "H-harder..."

Her body trembles and shudders as she feels the intense orgasm building within her, her nails digging into your shoulders as she arches her back helplessly against you. "Ohhhh..." She gasps out your name, her mouth forming a silent 'O' of pleasure around your finger as you stroke her in just the right way. Her climax overtakes her, body shaking violently and every muscle in her core contracting tightly around your cock as she cries out in ecstasy, her voice muffled by the blanket beneath them.

Her body feels like it's on fire as you move inside her, and she can hardly catch her breath, let alone think straight. Her mind is blanketed with the sensations you've awoken in her, leaving only desire for more. She arches her back off the ground, meeting your thrusts with increasing urgency. Her moans fill the air, muffled by the blanket as she comes undone beneath you, lost in a haze of pleasure and shame.

Her lips part eagerly as you claim them once more, their movement matching the frantic pace of your thrusts deep inside her. Her hips buck up against yours in time with each stroke, her nails digging into your back and shoulders. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself begin to lose control, trembling on the edge of another orgasm. The heat between them grows stronger with every passing moment, feeding the flames of desire that consume them both.

She bites down on her lower lip, trying desperately to hold back the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her once more. Her mind is filled with conflicting emotions: shame at giving in to these feelings for you, lust for more of your touch, and a strange desire to protect herself from the intense emotions she's experiencing. But as her body shudders again under the onslaught of pleasure, surrendering