A Voluptuous Lizard's Adventures in Skyrim

Story by Axel Silverwolf on SoFurry

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#1 of A Voluptuous Lizard's Adventures in Skyrim

Basically if Skyrim was a hentai. That's right, hentai. Bandit's will be fucking my overly big breasted and ass argonian named Keema. Whether it be bandits, undead, a devious npc like drunkards, racist nords, thalmor, or other shady individuals or anything else that comes to mind. I don't mind gangbangs too, be sure to leave your suggestions in the reviews


An argonian was riding among a bunch of imperial soldiers and stormcloaks, feeling herself slowly regaining consciousness, she started to come to and realized her predicament.

Her hands were bound as she rode the wagon, wearing prisoner's clothes (thankfully), and the first thing she heard was the voice of a nord warrior sitting across from her.

"Hey you, you're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border right? Got captured same as us, and that thief over there" The nord said, and looked at the thief from beside her.

"Damn you stormcloaks, I would've been fine until you came along, the empire was nice and lazy" The thief said, and then looked at the argonian in the eyes, and then towards her rather plump tits, she was the epitome of beauty, even bigger than even the most built nord women he's ever seen.

"You there, you and me, we shouldn't be here, it's these stormcloaks the empire wants" The thief said, trying to woo her.

"Shut up back there!" The imperial driving the carriage said to them.

The thief turned to another man who was bound like them, except he was gagged in the mouth.

The argonian didn't know where she was, she could only remember crossing the border only to be knocked out one day.

"What's wrong with him huh?" The thief said, looking at the gagged nord in the royal fur coat.

"Watch your tongue! You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true high king!" The nord in front of her yelled at the thief in a hostile manner.

"Ulfric stormcloak? You... You're the leader of the rebellion... But if they captured you... Oh gods... Where are they taking us!?" The thief panicked, realizing the gravity of the situation.

"We're all brothers and sisters in binds now thief" The nord said, trying to comfort him.

They soon came upon a gate as the thief started to pray to the 9 to save him.

"Ngh... Too tight... Don't suppose these imperials would mind if I tried to loosen them?" The argonian asked the nord in front of her.

"I doubt they'd even let you live long enough to take a single breath if you do. Best to play it safe for now argonian" Ralof advised her, which she took, whoever this Ulfric Stormcloak was, he must have done something to receive the wrath of the imperials. She didn't know if she could trust either these stormcloaks or imperials but she knew she could trust the nord for now, at least he was the most friendly face here so far.

A gray haired imperial was talking not too far from them to someone, a thalmor justiciar it looks, which filled the nord with rage.

"Look at him! General Tullius the military governor! Damn elves! I bet they had something to do with this!" Ralof seethed with rage as the wagon traveled further into the town.

"This is Helgen... I used to be sweet on a girl from here. I wonder if Vilod is still making those mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny... Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe." Ralof murmured sadly.

The wagon soon came to a stop as the prisoners and stormcloaks alike came down on the wagon.

"Why are we stopping?" The thief asked with much worry.

"Why do you think? End of the line. Let's go, shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us" Ralof said as they went down one by one.

"We're not rebels!" The thief tried to beg for his life.

"Face your death with some courage, thief" Ralof told him.

"You got to tell them, we were not with you, this is a mistake!" The thief begged him.

"Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm" An imperial soldier holding a list announced.

Ulfric Stormcloak walked away, ready to resign to his death.

"It's been an honor, Jarl Ulfric" The nord bid his leader farewell.

"Ralof of riverwood" The imperial soldier announced, as the nord, now known as Ralof, walked with the other stormcloaks lined up for the chopping block.

"Lokir of Rorikstead" The imperial soldier announced.

The thief walked up to him, crying out in outrage and fear.

"I'm not a rebel, you can't do this!" He yelled, before making a run for it.

"Halt! Archers!" The imperial captain next to the soldier commanded the other soldiers to kill the thief before he could make an escape.

"You're not gonna kill me!" The thief got a few feet away from them as he ran, before he found a few arrows in his back and died on the spot.

"Anyone else feel like running?" The captain asked anybody who was left.

The argonian woman refrained from even saying anything, not wanting to die the same way.

"Wait... You there, step forward" The imperial soldier ordered the argonian.

The argonian woman stepped forward, revealing herself further to them.

The argonian was voluptuous, her breasts were straining from the prisoner's clothes she was wearing along with her ass sticking out, there was no tail hole for her and made her ass a bit visible for anyone who could take a peek from behind.

Her scales were a bright green, with blue slitted eyes, two curved horns on the sides of her head.

The imperial soldier was holding himself back from staring at her huge tits, swallowing before asking her a basic question.

"Who are you?" The imperial soldier asked.

"Keema, Keema is my name" The argonian, now known as Keema said.

"What should we do? She's not on the list?" The imperial soldier asked the female imperial captain.

"Forget the list, she goes to the block" The captain said, looking at her with envy of her figure, scoffing at her.

"By your orders captain, I'm sorry, we'll make sure your remains are returned to black marsh" The imperial soldier said sympathetically.

Frowning and knowing she'll die, she joined the rest of the stormcloaks who ogled her body.

"Hey hey, you want to get one last ride before you die argonian?" A stormcloak soldier said lustfully, molesting her body with his eyes.

She glared at him before resting her eyes on the ground once more, not believing she will be executed with these assholes.

Ralof elbowed the man in the gut, before giving a reassuring look at her to know that he's on her side among the men here.

She felt comforted, although not about dying in the first place.

Ulfric stormcloak was standing before Tullius, who was lecturing him about the crimes he has done.

"Ulfric Stormcloak, some here in Helgen call you a hero, but a hero doesn't use the power of the voice to murder his king and userp his throne" Tullius told Ulfric.

Ulfric gritted his teeth behind the gag.

"You started this war, and plunged skyrim into chaos. Now the empire is putting you down, and restore the peace" Tullius announced to everyone.

A roaring sound was heard from the distance, causing everyone to look up at the sky and wonder what that was.

"What was that?" The imperial soldier asked" The imperial soldier asked Tullius.

"It's nothing, carry on" Tullius ordered them.

"Yes general Tullius! Give them their last rites" The captain ordered the local town priest.

The priest started preaching to the stormcloaks.

"As we commend your souls to aetherius, blessings of the eight divines-" The priest was preaching until Keema interrupted her.

"The nine" Keema corrected.

"... The eight divines upon you, for you are the salt and earth of nirn and-" The priest was interrupted once more by a stormcloak stepping toward the chopping block.

"For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with" The stormcloak said impatiently, before being pushed on the chopping block as he looked at the priest, captain, soldiers, and Tullius angrily.

Keema facepalmed at what was happening, rolling her eyes at the stupidity of the stormcloak.

"My ancestors are smiling at me imperials, can you say the same?" The stormcloak asked them.

The executioner didn't say a word as he chopped the stormcloak's head off, sending the head rolling.

"You imperial bastards!" A female stormcloak said as some stormcloaks screamed in horror.

"Justice!" A villager of Helgen yelled.

"Death to the stormcloaks!" Another yelled.

"As fearless in death, as he was in life" Ralof whispered.

Keema was horrified by the brutality of the imperials, she didn't exactly trust the stormcloaks but now she was sure to not align herself with the imperials as well.

"Next, the lizard!" The captain pointed at her.

She hissed at the stereotype, while the imperial soldier urged her to go.

Another roar in the sky was heard, making the imperial soldier curious at what it was again.

"There it is again, did you hear that?" The soldier asked the captain, but she was having no excuses to delay the execution.

"I SAID next prisoner" The captain emphasized angrily.

"To the block prisoner, nice and easy" The soldier advised her.

Having no choice, she cursed her fate, and kneeled on the chopping block.

The executioner smirked, looking at her body.

"Damn shame about that body of yours" The executioner said, before lifting his battleaxe up.

A dark figure was seen flying in the sky, and the same roar was now closer and seemed to come from it.

"What in oblivion is that!?" Tullius yelled.

"Sentries, what do you see?" The captain asked the soldiers.

"It's in the clouds!" A soldier yelled, pointing at the figure.

A black dragon landed on the tower in front of Keema, staring at her with red eyes.

"Dragon!" A stormcloak yelled, and started to run.

The dragon opened it's mouth, a loud shout came out of it's mouth as the sky turned dark and started raining down meteors.

Keema tried to get up but as she started to run, the dragon shouted once more and sent her rolling on the floor, disorienting and making her dizzy.

She felt a hand grab hers and helped her up.

"Come on argonian, get up, the gods won't give us another chance!" The voice said, looking up at it and realized it was Ralof who helped her.

"This way!" Ralof ordered her to follow him, running to a tower, where Ulfric, now ungagged, was peeking from the door and held it open.

She ran after Ralof and got inside, hiding from the chaos.

"What is that thing? Could the legends be true?" Ralof asked Ulfric.

"Legends don't burn down villages" Ulfric said to him.

She didn't know what to do, but the objective was simple: she needed to get out of this town and back to safety.

"We need to move, now!" Ulfric ordered them.

"But where do we go?" Keema asked him.

"Up the tower, there must be something we can use to make another entrance, a shovel or a hammer, anything to make a hole" Ralof said and started to move up the tower.

Keema followed him, running into a stormcloak who was trying to remove some rocks.

"We just have to remove these rocks and-" The stormcloak was gonna say until the wall beside him collapsed, beingheadbutted by the dragon and crushing him to death with the rocks.

Keema was too shocked by what had just happened, froze from the spot, as the black dragon started to breathe fire from it's mouth.

"Get back!" Ralof yelled, pulling her by the waist and saving her from being fried by the dragon.

"T-Thank you" Keema said, feeling grateful for him.

"Don't mention it, we should focus on getting out of here first and freeing ourselves from these imperials" Ralof told her, she nodded at him and they continued.

They continued up to where the stormcloak died and looked down at the hole the dragon made.

"See that inn on the other side? I want you to jump there. I'll follow you shortly" Ralof ordered her.

"A-Are you insane? That's a high jump!" Keema yelled.

"I'd happily jump with you in my arms but... My leg is too hurt to do such a thing" Ralof commented.

She looked down to see that his leg had been slightly burnt by the fire attack.

"Oh... I'm sorry about that" Keema said.

"I'll be fine! Go! I'll find another way out!" Ralof told her.

Bracing herself for the fall, Keema jumped and rolled as soon as she landed on the inn's upper floor and got up.

"Ugh, this is not a fun way to spend time in skyrim, much less for my breasts" Keema said and continued on, jumping down on the lower floor and leaving the burned down inn.

"Hamming! You need to get over here now!" The imperial soldier from before pulled a kid aside before he could get burnt by the black dragon.

The child's father, who was wounded, died as the black dragon burnt him to a crisp, as the child cried for his father.

Keema hid beside them, wary of the dragon's presence and the imperial soldier's.

"Still alive prisoner? Keep close to me if you want to stay that way. Gunnar! Take care of the boy! I have to find general Tullius and join the defense!" The imperial soldier told the old man next to him.

The old man held the crying boy in his arms.

"Gods guide you Hadvar" The old man bid him farewell.

For now, the soldier, Hadvar, seemed to not be focused on arresting her, which was good enough for her right now.

"Stay close to the wall!" Hadvar told her, hugging the wall which she did the same.

The dragon landed on the wall next to them and burned the imperial archer to death before flying off.

"Quickly! Follow me!" Hadvar ordered her, which she did.

The general and a group of soldiers were shooting at the dragon, and just as Hadvar approached them, and Keema prepared to run away from them, she was surprised by the general's order.

"Into the keep soldier we're leaving!" Tullius ordered Hadvar.

She was expecting him to have her arrested but the situation seems to be working out in her favor.

They ran to the courtyard and encountered Ralof, both opposing men now at a standoff.

"Ralof you damn traitor, out of my way!" Hadvar yelled at him.

"We're escaping Hadvar, you're not stopping us this time" Ralof told him, holding an axe in one hand.

"Fine, I hope that dragon takes you all to Sovngarde!" Hadvar yelled at him, before the two went to two separate doors.

"You! Into the keep!" Ralof yelled at her.

"With me prisoner, let's go!" Hadvar told her too.

There was no question in her mind and followed Ralof, much to Hadvar's dismay.

Barring the doors, they laid a while on the floor and rested.

"That was close..." Keema said, her jugs jiggling as she landed on her ass.

Ralof approached a dead stormcloak soldier, consoling his death.

"I'll see you in sovngarde brother..." Ralof told the dead soldier.

"What's happening in this world?" Keema couldn't wrap her head about what just happened, a dragon? She only heard about them in stories, but she didn't know they were real.

"That was a dragon, just like the stories told... The bringers of the end times... Come on, I'll cut you loose and take Gunjar's gear, he won't be needing it anymore" Ralof said, cutting the ropes off her hands.

Keema took the axe, as well as the armor off the corpse and put them on, with Ralof looking away to give her some privacy, although he was not objecting to see her attractive body in the first place.

"... Good thing I've known enough about fitting armors in my father's shop" Keema said, buckling the last bits of the armor.

Footsteps could be heard and they turned around to find two imperials, one was a soldier and another was the captain who ordered their execution.

"Stormcloaks! Prepare yourself argonian!" Ralof yelled at her, getting into a fighting stance, although he didn't look well from the burns he got earlier.

The soldier was no match for Ralof as he dodged at the last second and cracked the imperial soldier's head open with his axe, the light armor doing very little to help block the blow.

The captain however was much trickier to deal with in his wounded state, thankfully Keema was there, blocking the attack with the war axe's handle.

"I'll make a boot out of you lizard! Shame I don't have as well of an endowed body such as yours" The captain said with disdain.

"Shut up, you man folk and your envy towards my body... You should work on your brains instead of executing others for the thrill of it!" Keema yelled back at her.

Sadly, Keema was too inexperienced, easily being pushed down and having the axe tossed aside by the captain's shield.

Ralof tried to help her, but the captain bashed his face with her shield, before swinging her sword, lightly wounding his arm, and making him fall over as well.

The captain approached Keema, stepping on her hand before she could retrieve her iron war axe.

"Gah!" Keema moaned in pain, looking up at the imperial captain.

"This is the end for you prisoner" The captain said, but as she tried to plunge her sword down on Keema, she felt another sword coming from her back and out in front of her chest, and died on the spot.

Hadvar had caught up to them from the other side, and pulled out the sword from the back of the captain.

"You... You killed her... You killed your own fellow legionnaire" Ralof said, dumbfounded by what had just happened.

"Don't get me wrong, I did it because she was becoming out of control and stepping out of bounds of what she can and can't do, plus this person was innocent the moment I saw her, because there's no way you stormcloaks recruit anybody besides nords. I still won't hesitate to kill you though" Hadvar said, turning to Ralof.

"Typical imperial scum, you have no loyalty to your cause, hell I bet you don't even care about skyrim!" Ralof retorted.

Keema got up and blocked Hadvar from advancing on Ralof.

"Stop it! We won't get anywhere if you two won't work together. If you're not going to do that because you're on opposite sides in some kind of civil war, then work together to survive this dragon attack!" Keema berated them.

"She has a point, Hadvar, this dragon attack is something we should be escaping from, not fighting over" Ralof told Hadvar.

"And how do I know if this dragon isn't the doing of you stormcloaks?" Hadvar asked him.

"Listen, I believe Ulfric to be the true high king of skyrim and will lead this province to sovereignty, but I doubt he'd be one to suddenly find a dragon without everyone else knowing about it. Besides, you saw what it did, it snatched up, burned, and killed imperials and stormcloaks alike, we have a common enemy to stand up against for now" Ralof reasoned with him.

"... Fine, but know that after we deal with this dragon, I won't show mercy next time" Hadvar sheathed his sword and turned to Keema.

"How about you? Can you fight?" Hadvar asked her.

"A bit... This is my first real battle, the only experience I had was training with a wooden sword and sparring with my egg brothers" Keema replied, rubbing the back of her head.

Hadvar then took the fallen captain's sword and gave it to her.

"Then you better start learning while we get through here, otherwise, I don't think we're getting out of here alive" Hadvar advised her.

Keema took the sword graciously from him, and started to search the captain's body for anything useful.

Hadvar then turned to Ralof.

"What's wrong? Are you really getting rusty after just a bit of a fight? I thought you'd be more than a match for a soldier or two" Hadvar asked him.

Finding a key, Keema opened the door that led downstairs and turned back to Hadvar.

"His leg's been burned, he tried to protect me from the dragon and got himself burnt" Keema said with a guilty looking expression.

"Tch... Must be feeling real glad to see me in pain don't you?" Ralof asked him.

"Don't be stupid, us imperials may be forced to follow orders and ban the worship of talos for the time being, but that doesn't mean we lost our sense of kindness" Hadvar said, kneeling over Ralof and pouring a healing potion on the burns.

"Heh... You still haven't changed Hadvar, even though you're imperial scum" Ralof muttered, remembering how they were friends as kids.

"I doubt you really changed, that's what you're good for, having too much heart to fight for others, stormcloak traitor" Hadvar chuckled, plugging the healing potion.

Ralof got up and was all better and ready to battle.

"Remember Hadvar, for now, until this dragon crisis is resolved, I won't be fighting for either side. Until then, you better watch your back" Ralof said, holding his war axe.

"I can say the same for you, as for this prisoner, I'll vouch for her in case any imperials come to arrest her" Hadvar said.

"I doubt you can, seeing as we're with Ralof" Keema interjected.

"I'm sure they'll see reason to me, now let's go, before anybody runs into us" Hadvar told Ralof and Keema.

The trio came upon a storeroom, with three stormcloaks in the room searching a barrel for a potion, and Hadvar tried to talk them out of it.

"Listen, we're-" Hadvar tried to say before the three stormcloaks brandished their blades.

"If you want to die then so be it!" Hadvar said and took out his sword.

Ralof blocked an attack that was meant for Hadvar, covering for him.

"Traitor! You forsake the stormcloaks over an imperial soldier!?" A stormcloak yelled at him as they crossed axes.

"I don't want to do this! Please just listen to us!" Ralof tried to tell them.

"I won't fall for the lies of a traitor! You call yourself a nord!?" The stormcloak yelled at him.

This pissed Ralof off, everyone in the stormcloaks believed in their own cause, but their hatred always blinded them from being reasoned with, which was the annoying part of fighting for them in his opinion.

Keema was having trouble in the corner of the room, dodging attacks and blocking with the shield she got from the captain's corpse.

"I'm gonna wear your tail as a belt!" The stormcloak yelled at her.

She found it annoying, these quotes about beastfolk and turning them into clothing or merchandise were heard many times from other rude people he met during her travels were not too common.

She bashed her shield on the stormcloak's head, and then cutting the stormcloak's head off.

Looking at the other two who had dealt with a stormcloak of their own, she joined them as they were talking.

"See? This is who you side with, you all fight first and talk second, just like how Ulfric murdered the high king with his voice instead of asking for a peace treaty" Hadvar claimed.

"... Even so, that doesn't mean we were doing so because of selfish reasons" Ralof tried to defend his stormcloak honor.

"We can fight later, let's get out of here first" Keema told them.

As they continued down the hall and walked down some steps, they came upon a torture chamber.

"Gods... The torture chambers, I wish we didn't need these" Hadvar muttered.

The torturer and his assistant were battling with some stormcloaks and managed to kill them as they arrived.

"Ah, you boys happened to be just in..." The torturer looked at the three of them, two stormcloaks and an imperial soldier, not fighting, and walking together.

"Listen, we're just trying to-" Ralof tried to interject.

The torturer didn't hesitate to fire a stream of spark onto Ralof, hurting the nord as he tried to resist the pain.

Keema immediately raised her shield to protect him while Hadvar defended Ralof from being maced by the assistant.

"Listen! We're just trying to get out of here! There's a common enemy with the stormcloaks right now that we have to deal with! Something bigger than the stormcloaks!" Hadvar tried to convince the assistant.

"Stormcloak sympathizer! What are you really? A stormcloak spy!? Either way, we're gonna torture you for your sympathy and betrayal to the septim empire!" Yelled the assistant.

Getting angry at the accusation, Hadvar impaled the assistant in the stomach and lifted him up, before kicking him off his sword.

Keema blocked the spell and charged at the old man, knocking him into the ground, making the old torturer dazed.

The last thing the torturer saw was an overly big breasted argonian woman stabbing his chest before he felt his heart stop and died.

"Ngh... See Hadvar? Your cause is just as no good as you claim mine to be! You commit war crimes and as long as your emperor tells you to do it, you'd happily do it without a guilty conscience!" Ralof said, using the wall as leverage to get up.

"That's... I..." Hadvar tried to say, but knew that he had a point.

"Both of your cause have their cons, I get that. Which is why you two have to stop fighting over every little thing you come across. I know this, because my brothers and sisters always fight with each other. But there are ways... Whichever these ways are, we just haven't found them yet" Keema tried to calm things down.

"The argonian is right... I'm sorry Ralof, about accusing your own cause of being stupid" Hadvar apologized.

"... And I'm sorry for accusing you of committing such atrocities as well" Ralof hesitantly apologized.

The three of them looked at the hallway, hearing the sounds of both imperials and stormcloaks fighting. Keema knew that there was not going to be any talking them down as soon as they entered the fray.

Nodding to the two opposing soldiers, they brought out their weapons to fight.

Hello people, this is my first time writing an elder scrolls fanfic, and what better way than to write it like a hentai. That's right! This fanfic is going to be a hentai! No mercy! Whether it be bandits, cultists, undead, corrupt people, drunkards, they're ALL going to be fucking and taking advantage of Keema! It would be appreciated what you think should be fucking her first. Could it be some common bandits in the mines near riverwood? Would it be named bandit: Hajvarr iron hand near whiterun? A drunkard named Embry getting her drunk so he could fuck her? Sven and Faendal ditching Camilla to fuck Keema instead by stealing her clothes while she bathes in the sawmill at night? Let me know of any kinky fuckers who you want her to get fucked by