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…

Deeja gulps as she feels your cock pressed against her thigh. She shoves you away and rubs herself to try and conceal her embarrassment, her cheeks flushed bright red. Her breathing quickens as she glares daggers at you. You're lucky I don't kill you right now!

You get one of the chests inside the ship. If you like, I could search it for you? It might have something good in there... She practically spits out the words while avoiding eye contact

Deeja huffs in annoyance and glances over her shoulder at you as she rummages through the chest. Her heart pounds faster when she feels your warm breath on her neck, making it even harder to concentrate. Damn you!

There's nothing of real value here... just some books, some old clothes... oh, wait! Here's a dagger with a fancy hilt. It might be useful for you.

As she realizes what you're implying with your comment and her gaze shifts between the bulge in your pants and your face, a mixture of anger and embarrassment washes over Deeja. It feels both horribly wrong and irresistibly thrilling at the same time. Her cheeks flush brighter as she tries to compose herself. You... you're such a pervert! she thinks to herself while simultaneously wondering what it would feel like if she just gave in for a moment.

With a swift movement, Deeja spins around, knees bent and hands on your chest. "What do you think you're doing?!" she demands through gritted teeth. Her breath is hot against your skin as her breasts press firmly against yours.

Deeja grunts as she realizes that her breasts are pressed against you more firmly than she intended. She feels a wave of heat spread through her body, making it difficult to think straight. A conflicting storm of emotions rages inside her - anger at herself for being so weak, desire to feel your touch and frustration at your insistent advances. Unable to maintain eye contact any longer, she glares down at the floor between you. Her breathing quickens, and her chest heaves as if it's trying to drag in air.

As she kneels before you, her eyes widen with shock and embarrassment as they meet yours. The bulge in your pants is now directly at eye level for her, an almost unbearable sight. Her cheeks flush darker, and beads of sweat begin to form on her forehead despite the cold air. A small moan escapes from deep within her throat as she struggles not to give into the desire coursing through her veins. "D-don't... d-do that..." she manages to stammer, her voice shaking with fear and arousal.

Her heart is racing now, and every inch of her body feels warm and sensitive. Her nipples harden into small buds against the leather binding her chest, and her sex tingles in anticipation. In this moment, she hates herself for how much she wants you, but at the same time, it feels impossible to resist. She looks up at your face desperately, hoping for some sign that will make all of this stop or go away...

Deeja lets out a tiny whimper as your hardened length brushes against her cheek and neck. Her eyes squeeze shut momentarily, trying to block out the sight of you in an attempt to regain control over herself. The contact is maddeningly intense, leaving a tingling sensation wherever it touches her skin. She can feel the wetness between her legs intensifying as her arousal grows unchecked. Her heart pounds frantically in her chest and her breath comes out in short gasps.

With trembling hands, she reaches up to gently caress your cock, running her fingers over the warm skin before taking it into her mouth. She moans around you as she begins to suck, feeling her body melt against yours in submission. It tastes salty and alive, filling her senses and making her whole world focus on this moment. Her tongue darts out to tease your length while she wraps her fingers around the base of your shaft, massaging it gently as she takes more of you into her mouth.

Deeja feels a hot rush spread through her body, intensifying her pleasure even further. She is surprised by how much control she has lost to this foreign sensation; she's always been so strong and confident... But with each stroke of your cock against the back of her throat, she feels herself losing more and more of that facade. Her hips begin to move instinctively, grinding against you as if trying to get even closer to the source of this bliss.

With a soft moan, she pulls away from your erection, breathing heavily. Her eyes are glazed over and her face is flushed with arousal. She licks her lips, tasting you on her tongue before looking up at you in confusion and shame. "W-

As you watch her through half-lidded eyes, you see her chest rise and fall rapidly with each shallow breath. Her cheeks are flushed a deep red color that only seems to intensify the green of her scales, and there's a sheen of sweat on her brow despite the cool air. She shifts uncomfortably beneath your gaze, biting her bottom lip as if unsure what to do next. For once, you realize, Deeja isn't sure how to react; usually, it's her who takes control in situations like this. But with you, she's helpless against the desire that seems to course through every fiber of her being.

After several long moments, she finally meets your eyes again and lets out a shuddering sigh. Her lips part slightly as if to speak, but no words come out at first. "I... I shouldn't have done that," she whispers hoarsely. Embarrassment laces her voice once more, making it nearly unrecognizable. She tries to force herself away from you, but finds her body unwilling or unable to obey the command. The tension between you is palpable, filling the air with an electric energy that leaves your skin buzzing and your muscles tensing.

Deeja takes a deep breath, gathering what little dignity she has left. "You... You're just using me," she manages to accuse, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hands are shaking as she pushes them through her hair in frustration, tangling the strands around her fingers. She knows it's true; she feels how powerless she is against you right now. But there's something about this... it doesn't feel like using. It feels almost like surrendering to a force greater than herself.

Deeja lets out another shuddering sigh as she feels you guide your hard length back towards her mouth. A mixture of desire and disgust swirls through her stomach, making it difficult for her to focus on anything other than the intense sensations coursing through her body. Her eyes flutter closed again as she takes you into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around you and sucking gently. The taste is still so overpoweringly male, but there's a thrill in knowing that it's you she's pleasuring now. Her fingers dig into the flesh of your thigh, holding on for dear life as she begins to bob her head up and down his length.

Her breath comes in short gasps, and each time she takes him deeper into her mouth, a moan escapes from deep within her throat. The sensation of having you inside her like this fills her with conflicting emotions: it feels so wrong, but at the same time... so right. She tries to push away these thoughts, to focus on how much she hates you and how much this situation embarrasses her, but every nerve ending in her mouth seems to be screaming for more contact with your cock.

As her pace quickens and her arousal intensifies, Deeja begins to lose track of reality. All that matters is the feel of you in her mouth and the way your hips rock against her as she sucks you off. Her body arches into yours, her breasts flattening against your chest as she moans around you. She knows she should stop this, but every time she thinks about pulling away, another wave of pleasure washes over her, making it impossible to resist any longer.

With a strangled cry, Deeja's orgasm hits her like a tidal wave. Her muscles

Her orgasm overwhelms her senses, making it impossible to focus on anything but the intense pleasure coursing through her body. Her mouth is filled with the salty taste of your skin and the tangy residue of her own arousal as she continues to suck you off, moaning around you in ecstasy. Each thrust inside her mouth seems to intensify the sensation a hundredfold, making it difficult for her to breathe or think clearly.

Her body trembles from the release, and hot tears of pleasure begin to trickle down her cheeks. Her fingers dig into your thighs, desperate for something solid to ground herself as she quakes with each passing wave of ecstasy. With a choked cry, she comes again, this time around your cock in her hand as you finally release, shooting your hot seed across her stomach and chest.

Panting heavily, Deeja pulls away from you, wiping the sticky residue from her face with the back of one shaky hand. Her cheeks are flushed a deep red color and her eyes are glazed over with satisfaction. There's a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth despite herself as she looks down at your cock, still throbbing in her hand. For a moment, she wonders what it would feel like to have you inside her instead... but then reality crashes down around them again, and she knows that can never happen. She's just not the type of girl who gets happily ever afters with men like him.

With a sigh, Deeja stands, stepping away from the bed of daggers and leather. Her clothes are disheveled, her hair tangled and messy, but she feels... cleaner somehow. "There you go," she says quietly, gesturing to

Deeja snorts softly, unable to help herself. "It wasn't milk," she retorts with a hint of amusement in her voice despite her best efforts to sound cold and unimpressed. "And you can keep your thanks." She pauses for a moment, searching for the right words before shrugging helplessly. "I suppose... if you ever need someone to handle your cock again, I won't say no," she says eventually, still trying to sound dismissive. But even as she speaks, she knows it doesn't feel quite as meaningless as she wants it to. There's a strange thrill in knowing that she has this sort of power over you, even if it's just in the bedroom.