Ysolda (2)

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I admired Ysolda's unblemished back as she brought her ass down on my lap, panting as she bounced on my cock.

After telling her that I had bought the Bannered Mare, the woman had been all over me, her eyes alight with joy and lust as we indulged in our lust, until eventually the woman told me to let her take care of my urges.

My hand rested on her soft cheek, enjoying the slight ripples of it as she slammed her ass down, moaning as my cock hammered into the top of her womb.

Gently rubbing her rear, I then took her waist in my hands and started thrusting upwards, nearing my orgasm.

Ysolda yelped as I gouged out her womb, only to moan loudly as I buried my cock deep into her cunt, my balls unloading spurt after spurt of semen into her bulging pussy.

When I finished cumming in her, I dragged her back into the bed, leaving myself inside her as I wrapped my arms around her thin body.

The woman was panting, her cheeks flushed and her pale skin glistening in the candlelight from the rigorous sex.

Stroking her cheek, I buried my nose into her hair, the lingering scent of soap from whenever she had last bathed entering my nostrils.

We laid in silence for the next few minutes, before Ysolda eventually spoke up, her voice slightly strained from the last few hours of sex.

"How... how much was the Inn?"

Licking her thin neck, I brought my lips to her ear and nibbled on her earlobe, making the woman moan before I answered.

"Hmm... 20,000 Septims. Hulda says it brings in just around 1,500 Septims in profit a month..."

Ysolda sighed, her eyes taking on that calculating look as she thought about the Inn.

Letting her think, I continued to kiss, nibble, and lick her neck, gently gyrating my hips as I stirred my previous load around inside her womb.

The woman was moaning quietly as I did so, but she seemed capable of focusing herself past these pleasures, so I indulged myself while she thought about whatever.

Eventually she glanced over her fair shoulder and asked "Would you... be willing to invest a little more into the Inn? I was thinking of either expanding it for more rooms or adding on a section dedicated to eating..."

Chuckling, I kissed her lips, enjoying her mild surprise as she moaned before I released her, licking my lips.

"Mm... what's in it for me? You're already pregnant, my cock is already inside you..."

She rolled her eyes at me, making me chuckle.

"Wasn't there something else you wanted me to do, dear~? Carlotta, remember?"

Letting out an 'ah', I stared at her for a moment before nodding.

"Yeah, there was that. How much are you trying to milk from me to marry her?"

Raising a brow, Ysolda stared at me for a few seconds before saying "How does... 5,000 sound? Should be enough to get something started..."

I nodded, before I rolled her onto her stomach and lifted her hips slightly, granting me easier access to them.

The sounds of my thighs slapping into her ass was quickly joined by her moans, and I nodded before leaning over her again, pressing her under me with my bodyweight.

"Build the eatery section first; Hulda is a good cook, as is Saadia."

Panting under me, Ysolda nodded, her eyes slowly changing from calculating to lust filled.

"M-Maybe ah~ Carlotta w-will cook too~! AHN~!"

Wrapping my free arm around her throat, I started hammering into her cunt, my balls slapping against hers.

Reveling in the mild agony and intense pleasure, I just grunted an affirmation to her before tightening my hold around her throat, choking her slightly.

Her cunt grew tighter at that, and her folds came alive as I continued to beat my way past her cervix, making the woman choke out moans.

Biting into her shoulder, I muffled my own moans before eventually cumming inside her again, expanding her womb to fit this new load.

I displayed my near unending lust to Ysolda that night, using her as I pleased until I eventually passed out on top of her, my cock acting as a plug as I kept my dozens of loads in her womb.

{Ysolda is in love with your cock; she will be desperate to pleasure you in bed!}

{Ysolda is already pregnant with twins!}

{Debauchery: 30 -> 32}

I woke up and stared at the ceiling, before chuckling at the notifications.

Staring down at the cum soaked woman, her petite breasts stained with both my sperm and hers, I felt a rush of ecstasy run through my mind.

Leaning forwards, I placed a tender kiss on her lips, my heart warm as I stared at her.

She was another of the common spouses that I had, meaning that I was already married to all three that I had in almost every play through.

Aela was the least common, but that was due to not every play through of mine going to the Companions; some were mages or thieves.

Ysolda and Camilla tied for the most common, and I enjoyed both the vanilla them and the modded them; in fact, I rather enjoyed how they were usually modded with adult mods...

Chuckling at that, I ran my hands over her smooth skin, a grin on my face.

Now they were only mine, and they were real.

They were my women, and I wanted to savor their bodies.

But for now, I needed power and influence; I needed to create a land of my own, one that no one would dare venture into.

I was going to create a haven that was only for my wives and I, and eventually my children as well.

That was my goal, and sadly, in order to do so, I needed to leave them alone.

However, what I was missing out on now was going to be paid back tenfold when I returned; I would get to watch them birth my children, and I would get to indulge in their bodies again.

Smirking down at the unconscious woman, I pulled out of her bloated womb, my hands spreading her cheeks as I watched a waterfall of cum pour from her cunt.

Gently spanking her ass, I got up and stretched my stiff muscles out before moving to the washbasin, grabbing a cloth and wiping my body as best I could.

Equipping my armor, I heard Ysolda groan behind me, and I turned to see the woman attempt to sit up, her eyes screwed shut.

Chuckling, I approached her and gently laid my hand on her cheek, a restoration spell washing over her pale skin.

She moaned as I healed her body of its aches, her eyes fluttering open.

Seeing me dressed, she frowned, her eyes tinted with a brief sadness before taking a deep breath, focusing them.

Stroking her cheek, I chuckled as she nuzzled into my palm, before she asked "Your going then?"

Her voice was low and tense, and I gave her a small smile as I nodded, rubbing my thumb over her cheek.

"Yes, I am. If not tonight, then tomorrow; I'll be leaving for Falkreath Hold, where I plan on becoming a Thane and buying some land. Once I have a house built, I'll come back and check on you, my little masked minx~"

Glaring at me, Ysolda let out a huff before saying "Why bother leaving when Breezehome is up for sale? Or why not just become Thane here and get some land outside the City Walls?"

Chuckling, I stared at her for a moment before softly saying "It sounds like you don't want me to leave~?"

Ysolda froze for a second, her eyes going wide as she blushed, before letting out another huff as she turned away.

"Huh? I don't care where you go! Go to Windhelm and freeze for all I care!"

I grinned at her, noting that, even as she seemed displeased with me, she would lean further into my hand.

Grabbing her chin, I tilted her head up before kissing her, making the woman freeze again before leaning into me.

Deepening the kiss, I enjoyed her taste for a few more moments before pulling away, making Ysolda whine.

"You'll be fine; I'll be gone for a month or two tops. Besides, if you get horny, you can just go to Carlotta and knock her up~!"

Glaring at me again, Ysolda rolled her eyes before taking a deep breath.

"If... if you don't leave tonight..."

Ysolda blushed as she meekly muttered that.

Grinning at her, I nodded as I stroked her cheek, saying "I'll come see you again, dear. Though, I might drag you over to the Bannered Mare and take you and Hulda at the same time... maybe you could join in~?"

Rolling her eyes again, she shoo'd me from her home, and I blew her a kiss before exiting, stepping out into the crisp chill of Whiterun's mornings.