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Ysra swore to Zenithar and threw her heavy steel plate armor onto the ground, Balimund the blacksmith cowering behind his forge as the irate Nord woman threw a handful of septims his way before striding purposefully towards the Bee and Barb. She swore to Hircine too, under her breath. The werewolf had lost control of herself during her last outing, the change from woman to beast coming without warning after a Foresworn sent a particularly well-aimed arrow into her knee. Ysra's transformation had shocked even her, and her tight-fitting armor had rent at the seems as her biceps bulged, breasts expanded, and thighs enlarged beneath the heavy metal, causing welds to burst open, plates to buckle and leather straps to snap as their wearer's body grew five times their intended fitting. Now, she needed her armor repaired.

At least she felt rejuvenated...she patted her midsection, fiddling with the lacing of her corset as she felt her protruding belly strain against the tough leather. Her...incident...had happened days ago, but digesting an entire encampment's worth of those Reach-living raiders would take several days still. The first three, she had simply lain naked in the middle of the now-vacant Foresworn camp, digesting. She reverted to human form after the first moon, glutted and stuffed full, five men and woman crammed whole or in bloody pieces into her gullet, rendering her immobile and bloated now that her wolf-time was gone for the moment. After three days of digesting...she could finally walk again. The Nord woman had cleaned her blood-slicked body off in the cool, refreshing stream, lain in the sun to dry off, caressing her tender, still-round belly, and then gotten dressed in a spare set of tavern clothes laying in a knapsack nearby....looking and feeling almost normal.

Across the walkway, feline eyes pondered the fiery woman, a Khajiit, deeply fascinated by what he saw. Ra'kharn's ears had flattened against his head at the clattering as the woman threw her heavy steel armor with seemingly little effort, and now watching her adjust her corset in public....and the clear bulge of her abdomen beneath it...he was certain of what she was. The khajiit adjusted his trousers, blushing lightly as his malehood strained uncomfortably against the fabric, and he grabbed his gear- slinging his bow across his shoulder and resting his axe against the ground as he made to follow this intriguing woman...across the entirety of Skyrim, if necessary.

It didn't take long. A few pints of meade, three full meals' worth of beef, venison, and goat- by the Nine was she still hungry?!- and the Nord woman strode out of Riften a few pounds heavier, groaning a bit as she clutched at her belly, corset creaking a little, the curvature of her stomach pushing against her breasts, deepening her already ample cleavage as she took deep breaths, clenching her teeth as every step was torturous. Ra'kharn purred lustfully, following at a distance as he strove to witness this huntress in her element: the wilderness.

Ysra didn't disappoint, within a kilometer she spied the shattered remains of a keep, crumbling stone curvature echoing with the shouts of drunken men and women as they reveled, unaware of their impending doom. The Nord woman crept up to the parapet, eyeing her quarry as the bandits sifted through loot, pointedly ignoring a finely-dressed Argonian gurgling through blood-filled lungs, sagged against the corner of the tower. The Argonian pleaded desperately, tugging at one of the bandit's leggings- a terse-looking Breton woman, who kicked his hand aside with a sneer. "Shoulda paid up, merchant....we won't be sending your remains to Black Marsh." The bandits had clearly waylaid the Argonian merchant upon the road to Riften, and their drunken cheers at an ill-won "victory" made Ysra- and, indeed, her feline pursuer- simmer with anger at such injustice.

The Nord werewolf had seen enough. With a bloodcurdling howl, she slipped the Ring of Hircine onto her finger, eyes flashing golden and feral as her wolf-time came upon her like a storm. With a growl of unburdened, animalistic fury, Ysra felt her corset and dress tear, heavy breasts swelling, hips widening, thighs and calves bulging with musculature, as did her arms as they grew long, hands becoming gnarled claws while her normally pretty, elegant facial features distorted, becoming a powerful, slavering jaw and prominent canine muzzle. Hircine's might flowed through the Nord woman with the power only one of the Nine could display...and, watching from the cover of a nearby copse of trees, Ra'kharn felt his cock-head slip free of his ensconcing trousers, fully erect as he watched this magnificent predator-woman reveal her true form.

Before the bandits could react to the feral howl from the crumbling masonry above, Ysra was in their midst, hitting the stone floor with the force of a comet, stones shattering around her as 800 pounds of enraged, supernatural lupine lashed out with primal fury. The Breton woman didn't even have time to draw her sword before the werewolf's jaws clamped closed over her torso, biting into her armor, intentionally missing a killing blow as Ysra dragged the bandit wench into her maw, growling with satisfaction as her stomach bulged outwards slightly, tight muscles containing most of the shape, her metabolism working in overdrive, having already digested her meal from Riften and the Foresworn from before.

By...the...Gods! Ra'kharn couldn't help but stroke himself, eleven inches of Khajiit cock unsheathed and stiff as he crouched in the bushes, watching the she-wolf gorge herself on ne'er-do-wells. But she was outnumbered. Despite his present lust, Ra'kharn knew the woman couldn't do this alone...he knocked an arrow, dipping the steel tip in a strong paralysis poison before letting fly, striking a bandit over the werewolf's shoulder, right in the middle of drawing his knife to stab her in the back. With a yelp of surprise, the Werewolf swung her head in the direction the arrow had come from, ears flickering as a second bandit struggled half-ensconced within her clamping jaws. Without further ado, the Khajiit man charged out of his hiding spot with a roar, a second arrow flying, paralyzing a burly Nord in ragged iron armor halfway through the swing of a war hammer, his blow connecting only with the floor as he tumbled forward off-balance and immobilized.

"At yer service, m'lady" the Khajiit said with a wink, catching the bemused werewolf off-guard. With a growl of his own, he knocked the remaining bandit unconscious with the haft of his axe, before approaching the paralyzed, iron-clad Nord. In a move that shocked the werewolf and her prey, Ra'kharn downed a potion of unburdening, and wrapped his maw around the man's head. Loosening his leather armor with a smirk, the muscular Khajiit let his clothing slide free as he hauled the heavy Nord into his body, armor and all. In a few short, powerful gulps, the Nord's body slid into the Khajiit's stomach, Ra'kharn's gut bulging heavy and round as he panted and fell to his back, the paralysis poison wearing off and the Khajiit growled in pure overburdened pleasure as the heavy load inside him squirmed and struggled.

Ysra had no idea what to make of the newcomer....a Khajiit with an appetite to match her own. The wolf-bitch wolfed down her second bandit, her own stomach bulging now as the bandit's leader- a thickset orc wearing mage's robes slide down into her gullet, adding his weight to his companion's. "By your leave, m'lady," the recumbent Khajiit purred, stroking over his bloated midsection as he watched the werewolf partake, finishing off the third bandit, whom he had paralyzed before, now struggling furiously as he was engulfed, stretching and bulging the she-wolf's skin from her throat down into her gorged gut. She caught scent of his musk as Ra'kharn's paws slid down his stuffed abdomen to stroke at his still-erect cock, precum dripping from its head as his hard length rode the swell of his stomach, the weight of the Nord inside (in full iron plate armor) no trouble at all.

Being so full and heavy was making her horny...and Ysra was nowhere near about to let a fellow creature such as this Khajiit go unwanted. The she-wolf presented her backside to him, rounded belly dangling, forcing her thighs apart as she presented her womanhood, heat emanating from her plump, drooling lips, clitoris throbbing as she looked over her shoulder, a quiver of lust running through her body at the site of his sizable member.

Taking that as his invitation, Ra'kharn struggled to stand up, his stuffed stomach cumbersome as he got to his feet, cupping his own heavy, furred balls- each the size of a bulb of garlic, reminding him of his own...affliction as he prepared to unload his seed into this more-than-willing Nord woman. He let his heavy stomach, straining to contain the struggling bandit inside, rest atop the she-wolf's backside, his cock-head pressing in between her hot folds, eliciting a rumbling growl of pleasure from her.

Ysra was in heaven, stuffed full of now-struggling prey, about to be bred by a man who shared her passions....this Khajiit was unlike any she had met in Skyrim, and she longed for his seed. She bucked her hips the moment she felt him, engulfing his 12-inch length in a single long, purposeful thrust as she took him to the hilt. Her human body could never have taken a length like that, but her wolf-form was eager for every inch and more still. Meeting her passionately, the Khajiit purred deeply, the rumbling sensation amplified along his hardened length, rippling along her walls in a jolting sensation she had never felt before, making her knees weak as the feline man matched her thrust with one of his own, plunging deeply into her, cock-head tickling at her cervix as he met her ferocity blow-for-blow.

Every quiver of passion, every squeeze of her tight, soaking depths, ever pulse of his stiff, aching cock, every squirm of the bandits occupying both man and woman, khajiit and werewolf, all were amplified and reciprocated through the throws of lust and passion- the motions of which alone would serve as ample servitude to Nocturnal herself- and minute after agonizing minute, hour after agonizing hour of thrusting cock, bucking hips, swaying breasts, and jostling bellies, the Khajiit came with a fearsome roar, met by the impassioned howl of the bestial werewolf, one final thrust driving his cock-head beyond the tight gateway of her cervix, spilling ounces upon ounces of feline seed, coating her insides with layers of hot, sticky, magically-enhanced semen before overflowing, her womb bloating with the sheer volume of it before the remnants trickled out around their owner's softening cock, the werewolf's lips squelching as he pulled out of her, a trail of white lust coating her thighs and backside as the two predators collapsed in blissful afterglow to digest their prey. A loud belch escaped Ra'kharn's lips as he licked his chops and patted his still-squirming stomach. The Nord woman Ysra remained in her wolf-form, stomach jostling as she fell into a restful slumber, growling with deep-throated satisfaction as she embraced her feline lover.

When they awoke the next morning, the hunt began again. Hircine's power still flowed through Ysra's lupine body, and, Ra'kharn trailing cautiously behind her, she tracked new prey for them to consume together. Not that the khajiit minded, his eyes scarcely departed from watching his new lover's backside, her wide hips and bulging, muscular thighs circled round to a firm, plush backside, furred flesh framing the she-wolf's lips, still slick with lust and seed from the night before. More than that, the woman's heavy gut, no longer squirming, hung below as she ran on all-fours, swaying and jostling as the werewolf roved ahead of him, seeking out a fitting breakfast. Ra'kharn struggled to keep up, panting as his own heavily-laden stomach weighed him down. He had forgone his leather armor for the most part, breechcloth and boots only, the former barely hiding his turgid member, still stiff as his lust for this fearsome predator-woman continued unabated.

Ysra was far from satisfied...despite last night's feast, and the sexual romp that had followed, she awoke hungrier than ever, both in her loins and in her gut. She set off for another bandit camp, sighting smoke rising above the treeline, and had invited her new feline lover to follow, present her ample backside to him, still wet from the night before, strands of lustful drool and khajiiti cum stringing between her thigh thighs and the underside of her heavy, swollen abdomen. She sniffed the air, scenting the tang of iron and the smokey essence of frying salmon.....not far now.

The two hunters circled the bandit camp as the sun crested the Throat of the World, beams of light pouring through the trees and briefly highlighting their quarry: seven bandits, eating around their campfire, none the wiser. Wasting no time, Ysra charged headlong, her bulk scattering the campfire's embers, half-lit logs clattering away from the clearing as her jaws opened wide, seizing one bandit- a buxom Redguard woman, in a single fierce motion, her teeth gnashing shut as the woman was forced down the werewolf's throat without hesitation. Ra'kharn swung his axe, catching an Atlmer man in the midsection, doubling him over before the Khajiit was upon him, knocking him out with the haft of his weapon before continuing the fight.

Ysra was in a fugue of lust and hunger as her throat bulged, the Redguard woman squirming desperately inside her, kicking and struggling, every motion from within making the werewolf's heavy breasts to bounce and sway, and forcing the bandit down into Ysra's waiting gullet. A second bandit was in her maw mere moments later, this one a feisty younger man, Nord, by the taste of him. He put up more fight than his elders, hitting the werewolf upside the head with a war hammer, earning a snap of her jaws in kind, silencing him as he joined the Redguard and her dinner from the night before.

The Nord she-wolf could feel it, power flowing through her veins, fiery passion and rage and hunger driving her to consume, devour, and- once there was no more prey- to breed. Ra'kharn finished the fight, the last bandit fleeing for the hills, four alone dead by his hand. He consumed the still-living Altmer he had knocked unconscious, groaning as his still-swollen belly strained, at its limit. He panted, exhausted, "Well.....m'lady....I think you are, indeed the superior predator, honor to you." Ysra licked her chops, growling with pleasure as she consumed the four dead bandits one-by-one, each adding to her already-engorged bulk, weighing her down considerably, despite her Hircine-granted strength. Heaving with lust, and barely able to stand, the she-wolf fell to a bedroll nearby, her stomach cushioning her body.

Ra'kharn couldn't help himself....overindulgence be damned, this she-wolf lay half-conscious beside him, panting and wheezing as her gut bulged out below her body, her long, muscular arms clutching at the distended sides, her thick, lupine legs straddling the swell of it, and her cunt, soaking with lust, just waiting to be pleasures. His heavy belly a burden, but his balls even more so, Ra'kharn got to his feet shakily, letting his breechcloth fall free before mounting his lustful wolf-bitch, a low whimper of pleasure escaping her muzzle as he sheathed his cock deep within her hot, moist depths. He could feel the bandits squirming against her insides as he plunged in long, forceful strokes, his own belly jostling as he rested it atop his lupine lover. By the gods it felt so good to be this full....to find a companion like her.

Ysra obliged the khajiit, bucking her hips against him as he plunged into her, flexing her loins around that intruding pillar of feline lust, feeling the squirming of her prey deep inside as she was penetrated, rhythmic shivers of pleasure running up her spine. Her breasts swelled heavier, beginning to leak milk as the woman was so engorged with prey, she may as well have been pregnant....she wondered if she could bear the khajiit's cubs? The bandits she had swallowed struggled and fought with their dying breaths to escape the woman's heavily encumbered body, every motion inside making her groan with unbridled pleasure, her loins soaking with feminine moisture, running down her thighs and the swell of her midsection.

Purring in deep-seated delight, Ra'kharn thrust his hips and caressed the woman's backside, sheathing his member deep inside of her, plunging in to the hilt before a roar of passion escaped his lips and he came, emptying ounces upon ounces of seed into her womb, overflowing as he filled her to the brim and beyond. Ysra yelped in surprise at the sheer volume of his! Her fires of lust extinguished in a heartbeat as he soaked her insides with hot, sticky khajiit seed, flooding her womb, bloating her belly even further as he added to the weight inside her abdomen, before spilling out of her passageway and trickling down her inner thighs. She yowled in pleasure, collapsing onto her swollen belly as the afterglow rolled through her body.

Ysra sank into a blissful slumber, Ra'kharn atop her, purring contentedly. Their hunt had ended, their lust had expended, and the two predators lounged in complete, over satiated bliss.