East of the mighty city of iron, Orsinium, in the center of Skyrim. A caravan of argonian merchants sets course west, the travelers a mix of content or drunk having done adequate business and enjoyed a warm welcome from the swollen orc stronghold they leave behind before the break of dawn. As large as two cities, this stronghold held the homes of four chieftains and their subjects; surrounded by thick, black, iron walls, it sat directly on the massive, stone road from Orsinium.

Raahznol Mar, illuminated solely by torchlight, braziers, and campfires this dark morning, became utterly calm after its guests bid farewell. Save the patrol and sentries, most of whom distracted portions of their watch stroking their cocks or copulating with each other, muscled, varying shades of exposed, green gooseflesh flexing as they gripped their large lengths of sex or clapping together while one party bent to expose their wanting ass for every inch of turgid, drooling maleness, near everyone slept soundly. One orc, however, had an appetite for someone specific that couldn't wait until later in the day; not just a hugely-endowed chieftain or a prized, overly-fertile dunmer slave. The one chieftain, of the four, that claimed no wives, meticulous of the women they bed and when their choice is made... That was as far as any who bed Imza would tell her, smirking as they dangled that piece of exclusive knowledge out of her reach, their eyes plainly amused when they noticed before her that she had been rubbing her cock or kneading her balls at the vague descriptions. She wouldn't wait to be chosen, Imza's affection bordered on legendary and this orc would take her piece, strutting her way across the enormous stronghold to its southern end and Imza's longhouse, crossing through the empty Blood Square, ignoring the fatty, stacked asses of dunmer women peaking out of their bedrolls, other orc warriors with their giant breasts and hard cocks gently rising or bobbing lazily in slave tents.

The great lover-chieftain's longhouse, plated with steel like the other three, didn't stand out from the rest, simply the southern-most and unguarded, no one ever loitering nearby. There was no hesitation in Yaraal's approach, gripping the cold metal door and pushing. She wore simple hide armor for leisurely activity within the hold, several belts kept a stomach brace in place while her mountainous breasts hung free, capped with thick nipples and areola the same shade as her lime skin. A belt around her waist draped a skirt of hide over her buttocks, or at the least her ass crack, leaving her big hips, eighteen inch cock, and grapefruit-sized balls on full display. For her feet's protection, a band of hide wrapped tight around the arch, another longer band protecting the entirely of her shin and calf. It was the inside that stood out completely from the other three chieftains longhouses; where there would be a throne and tables around a fire pit, Imza's was absent of furnishings. Instead there were two large firepits on either side of the back wall, at the center a wide, circular dais rose two feet from the floor. And what a floor, made entirely from refined silver, the fires seemed to create an inferno under your feet.

Also inside were three others, none of them orsimer. A Thalmor justiciar wearing a wide grin didn't seem to notice Yaraal, focused entirely on the redheaded nord kneeling before them, palming the top of their combed, ankle-length, straight hair as they easily swallowed two-feet of altmer cock repeatedly, a low clapping emitting from the Thalmor's heavy, sloshing nuts every time they connected with the fiery woman's chin. The time it took Yaraal to frown in confusion, the Thalmor agent coolly raised her gaze to the orc. "Imza didn't say there would be a guest. Or say much at all-- Ah!" A strong sucking sound caused the altmer's eyes to roll up as their lids fluttered for a brief moment, the nord below them reaching one hand up to their sack, tugging and squeezing the large pair of bloated orbs, dutifully bobbing uninterrupted along twenty-three inches of three-inch-thick, throbbing golden cock.

"Where is she?" The orc almost yelled, more annoyed than angered by such an obvious circumstance she hadn't bothered to consider. The altmer woman wore her agent's attire, a black and gold-trimmed, high-collar robe, seemingly fashioned from a single piece of cloth. Its neck completely open and deep, only ending in one of three straps across the front, the first lie tight across her huge, honey tits, barely covering the large, bronze areola peaking from the top and bottom; the other two straps were simply decoration or to balance the tight fit above them. The robe remained open, otherwise, in the front, her maleness free to be "assaulted"; the sides, however, split high above her hips, giving her overly-fertile hips room to breath. Her submissive partner wore nothing but a robust collar made of malachite, the same metal making up a chain that lie slack on the hellishly beautiful floor and snaked all the way into a northern section of the longhouse, disappearing into the shadows. The justiciar wasn't quick to answer but didn't leave the tusked warrior waiting on a response. "Mmm. She said she'd return after dawn. Told me I was welcome in her home and to enjoy her women. The look in her eyes.. Aaaha~. She looked like she wanted to fuck me. Ooh, I'm gonna cum."

Yaraal didn't hate what she was seeing, and like any orc in Raahznol Mar, was familiar with Imza's Women. The kneeling nord yanked her head back, sucking intensely on the altmer's tip before releasing the extra large length and stroking the spit-slicked girth with a fierce fist and rolling wrist from tip to base. It was only a second or two before the Thalmor agent's cock began spewing creamy-white, inch-thick ropes of hot cum across deathly-pale skin. "You are not allowed to cum in Imza's Women." The nord spoke seductively and authoritative, all while liquid alabaster flung across her eyes, forehead, and neck, the glue-like virility sticking where it struck. "But you will pay attribute to our chief's graciousness with your seed." She rose to her feet mechanically, her straight back accentuating her commanding posture, gently palming the altmer's hips. The Thalmor agent's face shown bliss, her afterglow making her feel as if she would never need to leave Imza's patronage.

The redhead coaxed her lover to turn, giving the chained woman their back to view a third, high split up her robe, their golden ass crack completely defenseless. Sensually, the nord's hand snaked her way past her guest's pale-blonde, waist-length curls, reaching to clasp around their neck before her free hand hefted something heavy between her own thighs. As she wielded her three-foot-long, four-inch-thick cock to align toward the Thalmor's cheeks, the red-lipped nord turned her glowing eyes to regard Yaraal with predatory apathy, locking her unblinking gaze on the aroused orc as she coolly pushed her large hips forward. "Aaahaa, AH! Ah! Aaah. Nngh! Haa~." The Thalmor struggled at the girthy intruder, the redhead's massive cock punching through their golden colon and, despite the seemingly unaggressive thrust, barreling her way deep into justiciar guts. Even as the amber woman pushed her hands back against the nord, hammered a fist, or scraped a high-heeled, leather boot against the silver floor, her brow signaled pain but her shut eyes and gapping smile cried pleasure. Red kept her golden captive upright by the neck, pausing a moment as the base of her manhood connected with their thick ass, her honeydew-sized balls swinging gently to brush against cloth, savoring the molten-hot depths of altmer ass that her mistress would claim later in the day. The wrinkles of Dominion agent's shithole were stretched smooth around Red's cock, stretch even against the strength of a pronounced pair of veins running up until her pale knob. "Fuck me." The words spilled from the altmer's mouth without filter, but Red didn't need any command. Just mere coincidence that she began stroking the length of her cock with her yellow lover's ass, gently pistoning thirty-five inches of hot, pulsing cock in and out.

Long strokes built into a quicker rhythm as Red calmly stared at Yaraal and bred her Aldmeri bitch's deep asshole, flinging ropes of pre to fill up their middle, their balls slapping through fabric while both their feminine nectars drizzled onto silver, mixing into a pool between Red's pale feet. "AAAAAHA~!" So soon, the golden woman's prostate battered relentlessly by such strength, her cock began slinging a thick cord of ballsludge even more copious than before.



A few miles south of Raahznol Mar, just at the woods of Falkreath Hold. Two women chaotically draped in various animals' furs, albeit leaving their chests and legs unobscured, sniffed their way in the wooded area, gingerly stepping toward the far-away treeline. While the majority of their furs piled around their shoulders, two or three comprised their make-shift loincloths. Besides that, their muscled forms were bare to the night-air chill; to an observer, the women's body hair would seem like the source of their warmth. The two women shared identical hair growth, a jungle of dense, fine, raven hair peaking above their loincloths, traveling in a thick spike past their bellybutton and up between their breasts, more hair blooming across their chiseled, but visibly pale-skinned, abdomens and above their tits. Their powerful legs also bore the same coat of black hair that still allowed plain view of their imperial skin. Their physiques were mostly different between them; while one's breasts and hips were thunderously enormous, the other's were much smaller but still very womanly, sharing the same pink, puffy, and wide areola with inverted nipples. Though their faces were thankfully free of their "all-consuming" body hair, they both wore varieties of feral expressions. The larger one angry with unkempt, long hair tied off in a low ponytail at her buttocks, while the smaller one left her mouth agape, the sides of her scalp shaved to the skin, her incredibly long mohawk kept manageable by a folded bun held at the back of her neck with a comb of orichalcum.

Hardly a heartbeat had passed when the two froze in place at the sound of water pattering against foliage, only to smell exactly who the water came from. The acrid smell, tinged with both sweet and meatiness, belonged to no other orc, the two women approaching the well-hidden, eight-foot inkblot relieving itself around a tree's roots. The issuance of liquid waste was heavy and endless, the smaller wild woman approaching Imza in an unguarded friendly manner, smiling up to them and finally closing their mouth as they stepped uncaringly into the growing pool of piss, the pattering of leaves now quieted against their muscled calf. The larger wild woman had made a cursory sniff and glance of the way they came, she knew well that no one else was near or had followed them, beginning to unholster her axes and unfurling a stitched together blanket of mammoth furs.

It took a while for Imza to finish, all the while Cub roughly handled one of the orc's watermelon-sized balls; where others would struggle it was easy for Cub to heft such a mighty weight, even when it was full to bursting with "overdue" seed. She leapt at the opportunity when Imza's bladder emptied, leaving the testicle to hang and cradling the orc's emerald trunk of a cock up to shake the tip free of excess. All four feet of five-inch-girthy, tumescent steak were let down with a caress of the hairy woman, turning to unholster her own axe and mace, like Wolf. Imza followed, coming into the starlight and toward the lain out mammoth fur, it was her "ritual" to construct the shelter for the three. The giant, blue-eyed orc was beautifully fearsome, pristine, green skin without a single blemish, her scalp shaved all around save the top; where two braids wove from the onyx mane side-by-side came together as one at the crown, stretching down her neck to coil yards-long around her collar like a python. She wore orcish armor styled from orichalcum: her pauldrons and gauntlets were traditional, plates of dark moss metal protected her shins and the top of her feet, leaving her toes and heels free. More armor covered her abdomen, forming a triangle with a spike jutting diagonally from her, below it attached a rectangular, blood red piece of cloth that did little to obscure her sex. The straps of black leather on her sides kept this protection in place with the painfully-crafted spine of armor running down the middle of Imza's back. Her breasts were gargantuan, two-times a size too big for her own strong arms to cradle, proudly displaying dark emerald areola and thick, mouth-filling nipples, having incredibly little sag despite their size and weight, naturally dwarfing Wolf's massively mother-like pair.

With Imza finishing the tent, using more furs for bedding, Cub sniffed out the orc's food. The Raahznol Mar chieftain always stashed the sack away from where she waited for the two, counting on them to smell the various foods or her scent to know where she hid. Likely while the smaller wild woman searched, the tusked warrior would immediately engage her mother, leaving Cub to dig through the big sack for her choice items. It wasn't far, the travel container resting in the shadow of another tree and tied to a branch, this time not so high that she would have to climb for it. Retrieving the sack, the feral imperial held it close to her face, deeply inhaling the strong odors of salted flesh and rotten milk as she hurried her way back. Catching the scent of several new foods Imza brought, she came upon their dark camp, her well-adjusted eyes viewing the orc and Wolf in foreplay; her mother sat sideways in the chieftain's lap, both having removed their armor and furs, the more-than-fertile imperial hooking an arm around Imza's neck while stroking their supreme length, incapable of wrapping her fingers around the steel-like cock that faintly steamed with heat. Their green lover indulged themselves with Wolf's hairy breast, sucking with a powerful greed to drain them of a king's feast-worth of milk. While hot cockhoney began to bead at Imza's tip, Wolf using it as an incredibly viscous lube, the orc's throat audibly gulped cream-thick, buttery-fat, white nutrient.

Though her lidded eyes drank in the voluptuous and well-hung Wolf, Imza could see their cub elect to claim the first "dance" in her peripheral, the younger beast's body language making to take advantage of the older women's appreciation for heavy petting. Fluidly, Cub tossed the sack of foods behind her mother and began unfastening her loincloth as she approached and stood purposefully at Imza's feet, noticing the matron's three-foot-long cock had stiffened under it's characteristic weight hidden in the shadows of cock and breasts. It was inherently the same for Cub, their loincloth only remaining tame because of how an invisible grip seemed to keep her fully engorged and massive member as close to the ground as possible. Though the four-inch thickness poured out from a lake of black hair, the pulsing length remained free of fur, drooling a fat ribbon of pre all over Imza's feet. The orc pushed Wolf's massive tit out of her mouth with a loud kiss, leaning forward as the older imperial left her lap, all three parties understanding each other without ever uttering a word or mistaking intent. Grabbing both of Cub's arms and pulling, the giant orc met their face with a deep tongue kiss, both so practiced with the act as if they had still been kissing since they last met. They navigated Imza's tusks and strong tongue with ease, fucking each other's mouths, nostrils blasting against chilled skin with excited breath, leaning back to position Cub squatting over her dangerous cock while Wolf ran her fingers through her daughter's hairy back, dragging nails down to their round, large rump. Just as above their cock, Cub's pussy and shitter were covered with dense blackness shielding the skin beneath from light, barely catching starlight thanks to the feminine nectar beginning to soak her beefy lips; a non-existent magnet guided Imza's cock to Cub's wanting pussy, the burning, pre-coated tip kissing and rubbing against their pink, their mother's cock pressed firmly upon the younger woman's tight, brown star.

There was no need to start gently with Cub's relatively small, soaking wet womanhood, Imza paced her entry but nevertheless intended to sink every inch of her impossible length in her lover's needy pussy. The young imperial's colon also well-acquainted with her mother's lead-like pillar of cock, punching past the dark ring of muscle that could pinch an ingot of iron in half, plummeting deeper into scorching asshole, squeezing their prostate near-flat. Cub did not moan or wince, yet her heart fluttered as a humming bird and soon she felt the same from her emerald lover, Imza pushing their own chest up to titfuck Cub's body. Deeper and deeper, the two massive, throbbing, pre-spewing cocks ceaselessly sheathed their girth, their cumveins riding hard against each other. Only because of the utter silence in their secured haven could the lowest emittance of fleshy claps be heard, one as Wolf's fuzzy, mango-sized testes smacked into Imza's cock before the orc's pelvis hugged with Cub's own.

Breaking their intimate spit-swapping, Cub wanted a moment to herself, absorbing every detail of the instance she became overburdened with cock, a gust of frosted breath blasting from her maw, gulping air through the same O-shaped mouth before another exhale of heaven. Her pussy and asshole, stretched as they were, wrung tight against the unyielding cocks; feeling their veins saturating the flesh with hot energy, the fiery girths stretching her more with every throb, slinging so much gummy cockhoney to flood her insides full. She resumed their laborious tongue kissing, feeling Wolf's heavy breasts rest on her strong back as the matron swung her hips away, Cub's four-inch-stretched shitring sucking on that burrowing, hard cobra until the flared knob caught, then dug back in. On cue, as her mother stroked all thirty-six inches back into their brood's honey-soaked backdoor, Imza began unsheathing her forty-eight inches of five-inch-thick cock, the feral imperial's pink pussy futilely gripping the nectar-drenched cudgel, making tacky noises the entire long stroke. Passionately, mother and chieftain alternated being deep inside the silent cocksleeve and catching their sensitive glans on internal muscles begging the maleness to never leave their depths. Cub's silken tunnel and constricting colon choked and scraped across acres of cock, the warmth of love in her chest blooming into a star as she approached her climax. Yanking her furry arms free from the orsimer under her, she gripped their scalp and coiled braid, ending their tongue wrestling to dig her sharp teeth against their collar bone, her painfully hard cock firing several ropes of precum to coat both their powerful bellies in dick slime.

The only sounds from their lightless camp were the tacky fluids and clapping bodies of hard fucking. Wolf kept their grip firm on the fat of their daughter's bubbly booty; Imza pressed her monumental tits against Cub's torso, stroking their thickly-coated body but moreso milking her emerald breasts and tugging the extra large, dark nubs at their ends. The quiet chieftain could hear the slosh and mix of her own and Wolf's bloated nuts, plowing tirelessly into pussy and ass, pistoning deep to trade bulging the young imperial's belly with one big cock or the other, toes curling or digging into the furs underneath to brace.

Through experience, the older women held out until the star of the threesome finally shot over the edge. Her thoughts void of anything but concentrated ecstasy, she released her toothy hold on Imza, mouth stretch open as her pearls grit together and neck strained tight. A single cord of cockbutter launched from between Imza's massive breasts, plastering the inside of the mammoth tent with steamy-hot whiteness as her slit and backdoor made their best impression of wringing the intruders too tight to deposit any liquids. Her brown ring spasmed but was no less fucked by every motherly foot of cock, pinching at the glans, pinching at the base and back again. Simultaneously, her undulating pussy drank more orc honey, minutely rotating the mighty cuntslayer in an instinctual effort to sap every drop of ballsludge it could take and more. 

Whether Wolf and Imza could hold on longer was solely debatable; with a dozen more furious, stomach-fucking strokes, they both hilted their entire lengths in the climaxing imperial, Wolf's brow furrowing with mouth agape and Imza's teeth clenched tight behind a closed mouth as she grunted. Feeling Wolf's balls jump in their pouch, nestled in the saggy, emerald skin of Imza's sack as they came, added to the orsimer's plethora of sensations. Audibly, bubbly tar raced through their bodies, swelling their cumveins inches thick, their cockheads splitting wide as a cord of piping-hot baby batter rocketed forth, crashing through Cub's honey-flooded guts and bubbling up into their stomach, the more virile orc semen thrashing around a bloated and backing up womb, nearly shattering the eggs they find to impregnate. Close to a minute elapsed as that single, protein-rich, fat ribbon of nut from each giant cock swelled Cub's belly; then another thick rope of hot, pearly cement, just as heavy with swimmers packing every crevice of the wild woman's middle. It didn't take long for cords of Imza's life-giving seed to find no more purchase in the thrice-bloated pussy, sputtering and pissing loudly from between the air-tight seal of crushing pussy and ebony-hard cock, chaotically spraying across the fur bedding.

After ten, consistent issuances of chewable, torrid cum, the feral duo began to wind down, their huge cocks slinging a few more weaker strings that Cub spent between Imza's tits. Wolf swung their hips one last time, popping their cock free to spend the last of her seed across Imza's massive balls. They stood straight, stroking their still throbbing maleness as they watched Imza; the mighty chieftain was barely half finished, her thickness still buried deep in Cub, still flinging from between their joined crotches several feet from the tent, long ropes of glue stretched across fur and dirt, even catching on Wolf's feet and hairy shins. Soon, the smaller-breasted imperial flung herself off her tusked lover, her body having consumed all three dozen cords of musky, viscous virility. Imza hadn't flagged even minutely, still ragingly erect and packing more than a village-worth of jizz; the large orc could easily sire the next generation of giants across Skyrim.

Sitting upright, Cub immediately ransacked Imza's goods, looking for the unfamiliar meats and cheeses. Even with her bloated abdomen mimicking a ten-month pregnant woman, her appetite for food hadn't been sated. She produced cured daedra heart and a wheel of soft cheese from the sack, sitting the container between her crossed legs and savagely tearing a hunk of flesh with her teeth, chewing and awaiting the next performance between Imza and her mother. She looked at the extremely curvy imperial stroking their long cock, spilling pre across the furs and Imza's already honeyed toes, then took in the magnificent sight of Imza's form but most notably their pulsing, slightly bobbing cock, roaring with steam from their mixed heats. It was so slick with mixed cockhoney, womanly nectar, and her own putty-thick cum, Cub had a mind to lick her clean. Which would be pointless, the morning was still only lit by the stars without the faintest hint of dawn; there was so much fucking to be done between the three.

Just as the smaller wild woman noticed their cock had begun pulsing with need again, Wolf had absent-mindedly stroked her big cock faster and harder, huffing rapid gusts of frosted breath as she flung herself over the edge without touching Imza. Her thoughts played scenario after scenario of what she and the massive chieftain would do, each one as mightily erotic as the last, surprising herself with another orgasm. Again, her three-foot cock flung an endless, wide ribbon of white gunk, crisscrossing the orsimer's idol of virility and thighs over and over with a dozen thick ropes of sweet, hot nut. A single, errant string, glued onto Imza's dark green titty, soon devoured by the large woman, hefting the giant globe of chest fat in one hand to suck hard on the sensitive, bottle-thick nub, maintaining eye contact with Wolf. Then the feral matron closed the gap, speaking to Imza with her eyes, breath, and body, her twice-spent cock throbbing back to steel and rubbing across the sex-drenched, emerald pillar, pussy juice running down her hairy legs. Rather than be seated, Imza repositioned onto both knees, coming eye-to-eye with Wolf, immediately molesting their gelatin-like spheres of ass cheek and jug, their roughness easily spurting the feral imperial's cream-thick milk across their breast and shoulder. Bringing one hand up to caress and grip Imza's shoulder, Wolf began to turn, reluctant to break eye contact but doing so as her fur-coated back faced the chieftain, kneeling herself and falling to all fours in presenting her thunderously wobbly and hairy ass. She bit her big bottom lip and gripped the furs under white knuckles, knowing full-well what to expect as she widened her stance.

Five-inch-thick, oversized manhood in hand, Imza lightly spanked one of the fertile beast-of-a-woman's giant ass cheeks, holding on as she aligned with drenched pussy dripping their juice to soak the fur bedding. The folds of Wolf's gaping pink and the flared cockhead of emerald kissed for a brief moment, mixing spent and fresh fluids, dragging hair and clit across the orc's vulnerable flesh, shocking pleasure through her root and their slit, both tensing their robust muscles to mitigate a deep shudder. Then she pushed forward, hearing tacky flesh part and a stronger exhale as Imza fed inches and inches of cock to a starving woman, freeing her hand to hold the other huge buttock. Two feet. Three feet. Wolf's body reacted, flinching away from the deep and stretching intruder, but not from pain; her eyes nearly rolling into their skull as she was overwhelmed with sensation, that Imza saw to deliver immediately. The orc chieftain yanked her curvy lover onto the rest of her length with a *clop* of bodies connecting, that oh-so deep itch pinched fantastically by the only cock that knew Wolf so intimately, so in-and-out. Lightning struck them both, crashing against their cores as the sensation carved its way through their joined sexes and showers their minds. Just as they had fucked Cub so wonderfully, Imza began dragging her length out across gripping, scraping pussy and languidly barreling her way back in. *clop*. *clop*. *clop*. Quickly building in force and speed, lightning striking the two experienced women again and again, her sloshing, massive pair of watermelon-sized nuts banging against Wolf's smaller but still impressively large and heavy balls. All the feral imperial could do to moan was exhale throatily, eyes closed in complete bliss sailing through the sky of love; then Imza jumped, not allowing the piston of massive cock in deep, tight pussy to pause even a second as she came to the flat of her feet, squatting with thighs wide. Faster, harder, harder. Soon their fucking thundered across the wooded area, bouncing off stone, balls smacking, ass and muscle applauding, flesh rippling with every hilting spear into Wolf.

The fertile woman came immediately, nectar gushing across Imza's lead-like nuts and pelvis, her cum factories bouncing as they emptied their still virilely-heavy load of near-a-dozen cords of boiling, porridge-thick, liquid pearl. Her pussy wrung tight against the four-feet of maleness, desperate to squeeze off the ebony-like cock that wouldn't stop fucking; and Imza kept fucking, slamming into Wolf harder, gripping their waist to better appreciate the waves of flesh rippling across their fatty backside, feeling the pressure of her own climax building at her base but not soon. As the wild imperial's cumming wound down, their fire of arousal had remained stoked, Imza's glorious cock printing her detail finely across every inch of Wolf's pussy with her every throb.

By now, Cub had eaten the entire hunk of cured flesh and taken several bites of the runny, white cheese. The bitten wheel had been lain aside as the young imperial stroked her own big cock in rapt attention of Imza and Wolf's bestial display, keeping herself edged, only rarely glancing away for a second to admire how powerfully-hard she was or another big dollop of crystal-clear pre sitting on the lips of her pink knob. Her hands were full, fisting her girth from tip to base while tugging and rubbing her pussy under the warmth of her hairy balls; both hands covered in feminine or masculine slime.

At their apex of carnality, a ferocious bout of fucking that would seriously injury a weaker woman that so much as stood near them, Wolf's arms bent and pushed, throwing her upper body back into Imza's, wedging her wild-haired head between the chieftain's gargantuan bust and hooking one arm around the impossibly-sized globe of tit, her free hand gripping and jacking her big cock furiously. Jerking off, slinging ropes of hot cockhoney, her belly bulging with every hollowing-out thrust of supreme orc cock, Wolf's body would very soon be wracked with paralytic bliss.

Imza's hands moved from her lover's waist, her left snaking its fingers into the 'tall grass' of the imperial's bush, combing and caressing the silky jungle while her right milked her free breast, pinching and tugging the dry nipple. The pressure in the root of her cock began to bloom, bringing her to the edge at a pace that would fling her over. All at once, without a single word or cry, the two older women fucked just seconds more past their climax, their muscles slacking to delay the inevitable before every muscle locked in place.

Wolf's reserve of seed seemed so easily replenished, a fourth time issuing a collectively bucket-worth of hot cockbutter, arcing through the air and well out of their camp. Her pussy performing her best impression of a deathgrip around the manhood stretching her wide and deep, sucking out one or two bellyfuls of pre before the onslaught of white gold that would soon be delivered. Like her daughter before, Wolf's neck strained, her teeth grit with an open mouth and eyes shut tight, the roaring wave of pleasure had rocked her core intensely.

Her great balls hefted themselves from the floor, their tar-like cargo rushing up, visibly bloating Imza's cumvein pregnant, the glans of her huge cock splitting obscenely wide as a cord of inches-thick, steamy ballsludge launched into her wild lover's womb. This lasted for a solid minute, their muscles seized in place while the only working part of their bodies churned out thick strings of protein, the chieftain's pussy wringing against itself, juicing out her own nectar like a river. Replacing the music of copulation came the variety of cum-slinging cocks and gushing womanhoods, the sound of a big, strong imperial woman's belly filling with glue-like jizz as if Imza were pissing gallons upon gallons of molasses into a barrel. Unlike Cub, Wolf's more experienced box behaved like she wanted to make another child, her swollen, cum-filled belly growing bigger and bigger, sloshing audibly as the orsimer came more still. Soon, the scalding-hot cockbutter steamed through the heavy-titted woman's muscled, hairy abdomen, sagging over the jungle-y base of her cock. Of course, their body demanding all that fiery, thrashing semen didn't mean it wouldn't have been impregnated with twins from just a single rope of Imza's miraculous seed. Even a barren dunmer slave had gotten with quadruplets during the campaign in Solstheim. The tall foliage between the mature trees around their camp, everywhere they grew had been where the trio met on a dark night and the mighty orc fed her seed to the soil.

Carefully, Imza released her grip on Wolf's furry mound, no longer stroking her own titty, to catch the back of the strong, feral woman's knees and casually maneuvering to sit crosslegged with her imperial mate still impaled on her mercilessly solid cock. She inhaled deeply, her enormous chest rising then falling, calm yet ready to breed more, more, and more. But her afterglow was most appreciated when observing Wolf's blissful satisfaction.

Meanwhile, Cub wrestled with the inferno of lust within, not so much a struggle but a sensation as enjoyable as being fucked very well. Her edged, drooling cock and soaked pussy were at the peak of sensitivity; she, too, sat comfortably next to the couple-made-one, tasting the thick air of sex on her nostrils, an invisible cloud of fuck that had to be cut with a razor.

Deafening silence fell over the woods. The trio spent half an hour simply basking in each other's company before Imza helped Wolf push off of her buried length, the feral imperial's pussy still gripping her so tightly that the pink flesh audibly sucked and slurped before the emerald cock was freed. Lying on their side with a humongous belly sloshing with seed, Wolf's fat pussy was soon just hair and a glob of cum obscuring the labia; the orc's deposit was too thick to escape further. Cub had already kneeled in front of Imza, firmly catching the chieftain's womb-conqueror as it swung back, smacking in their palm wetly.

She did not acclimate Imza to her ministrations, almost slamming her lips against the hot, slimy tip, less kissing the orc's cock and more stretching her mouth around the sensitive girth. They simply sat smiling with their eyes on the eager savage, enjoying just the kind of brutal loving she wanted. And Cub was in no way gentle, shoving the flesh into her mouth to have it strain her jaw, stretching her lips to their limit while teeth scraped carelessly across the glans; this effort was rewarded with a fresh rope of cockhoney. As befit the spawn of the mighty Wolf, the young imperial sucked and chewed the incredibly endowed member, tonguing the slit deep for more masculine flavored syrup. She came off the proud tip with a kiss and a deep exhale, stroking her cock slick with her own pre and lowering Imza's. For a moment, Cub smiled, chuckling mutedly as she rubbed the pliant, giant cock against her massive maleness, stroking her cumvein between the emerald lips, having the two cocks smooch, and generally rubbing all around. It was abrupt when she coolly aligned tip to tip and swung her hips forward, casually hilting her fat prick completely in orc cock. Imza's cockhead had split just as wide as if she were spewing her usual tidal-load, their green cumvein bulging full with pale-peach cock. Regardless of how easy it was to penetrate the hulking pillar of sex, thanks to their endless supply of natural lube, the sensitivity hammered Imza and the tightness struck Cub. The chieftain inhaled sharply through clenched teeth, her cock throbbing with immense pleasure, still sultrily gazing at her imperial bride as their eyes and mouth grew wide with awe; not even the unwilling breton ass the wild duo come across was ever this constricting. The feral woman drew back, feeling an overload of sensation concentrated all over her cock and most intensely her tip, easily coming close to unleashing her load soon. Even attempting to start slow was no use, plunging in deep again made her nuts jump once, gripping Imza's cock with both hands now, her eyelids fluttering while her mouth reacted chaotically to the utter high of pleasure.

Imza slapped a palm on Cub's ass, groping and massaging the stacked cheek, wordlessly cheering them on to fuck her cockhole. With lidded eyes, a furrowed brow, and sucking her bottom lip, the wild woman began fucking her mate's thick dick in earnest, thirty-six inches buried and dragged out so thoroughly, squeezing the unyielding club of hot flesh in hands that barely closed halfway around. Not long did the constriction do her in, one last deep thrust to hilt before her orgasm wanted to rip its way out of her cum-heavy balls, her progress slowed by how tight Imza's cock was before finally injecting nearly two dozen ropes of thick, boiling batter, Cub's weighted cock attempting to stretch its sheath with every pulse but mostly failing, only succeeding in rubbing her tip even more against the pleasurably harsh confines. A low squirting noise emitted from their fucking cocks every time the feral imperial unleashed another rope of protein to settle into the orsimer's massive balls, Imza happy to mix their egg-fuckers. It was difficult for Cub not to remain aroused; other than the prize mate before her, taking her cock out of Imza's still stung her so good.

Dawn. The white-speckled blackness began to fade to a dark blue. Wolf simply lie on her back, cradling her enormous belly, of half a mind to fuck one more time, to suck on Imza while Imza sucked on her, unleash her fifth or sixth wad of cum all over their massive breasts. Cub, however, was not finished; there was one more barrelful of the best cum in Tamriel she wanted to earn herself.

Imza rose to her feet, Cub was quick to latch their hands onto her strong shoulders and lift their feet to find footing on the orc's wide hips. The mighty chieftain angled her massive cock by the base and hefted one of her own balls to squeeze, then Cub let go. They sank down all four-feet of cock by their ass, the sudden stretching, pleasure, and a cock shoved next to their heart nearly snapped their mind in half, the feral woman's fuzzy balls bouncing frantically as her cock vomited rope after rope of hot cum across Imza's powerful abs. Cub's muscles felt tingly, like circulation returning to a numb limb, forcing her body to move through a stubborn will against phantom needles and grip a dark emerald nipple in each hand, placing her feet flat against her lover's hips, pulling herself up and off the length married deep into her colon, sucking a mean tightness around Imza's cock. The huge woman walked to a nearby tree, gripping the bark and rolling her neck as she spewed a few large ribbons of honey into her bride's belly, the hard grip on her nipples just the right tugging and pinching to let Cub do all the work. Oh did the feral imperial work; tears waterfalling from her eyes as her own pre mimicked and nearly cascaded across her nuts to drench the base of Imza's cock, yanking herself off three-feet of love and sinking back down nearly the entire length. She almost dug her nails into the orc's tits, the massive pillar of manhood riding so thick against her prostate and threatening to obliterate the peach-sized knot. Several dozen strokes, fucking herself wide open, her thundering heart slicing powerfully against the tusked warrior's knob on the drop, the young woman's almost-too-tight shithole yanking out more pre on the climb. Another drop and Cub flung more hot cockbutter across Imza's belly, nearly coating the chiseled pack white.

So close to ejaculating, Imza began helping Cub by swinging her hips, *whap* and the imperial's cheeks rippled. They were still hard after cumming twice so quickly, an endless reserve of strength inherited from her mother pulled her muscles, climbing off the slick cock, feeling the flared glans rub against her knot, then falling again, her ass colliding with Imza's hips, riding those forty-eight inches into a lust-crazed stupor. She could feel her mate throbbing throughout her entire body, she felt as part of them. As Cub's head rolled back, she exhaled throatily, going the last mile at jackhammering speed, Wolf watching her daughter lose herself to her perfect match while stroking off her fifth load, splattering the roof of the mammoth tent and drizzling her belly. Climb. Drop. As she flung ribbon after thick, torrid ribbon of cum between Imza's mammaries, Cub's wish was granted, just at the moment the fiery gold light of dawn broke the horizon. Imza's swollen testes bounced high, as if collecting energy between each 'jump', her cumvein swelling inches thicker as she unloaded directly into the tamed imperial's stomach, the thick, emerald glans hooked just at Cub's 'second asshole'. Again, her knob split open to project rich ballcream, one impossibly thick cord lasting a minute before another. An eighth cord. A twelfth. A twentieth. Looking up at her towering lover, Cub's muscles wracked stiff with pleasure as steaming, tar-y nut bubbled up violently between her clenched teeth.