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Ebonheart Pact Chapter 5: Surf's Up Ebonheart: "Hlaalu" House: Dirora Hlaalu slowly stirred from slumber, grumbling lowly as she felt the consequences of the past day long before she could bring herself to look down and see them, or reach about and touch them. The waistband of her underwear below and her bra above were considerably tighter than they were the morning immediately prior, signaling a dramatic jump in her weight which was not surprising in the slightest with her shameful display of gluttony. At this rate, she would be surprised if she could fit through most doors by the time the discord in Stonefalls alone was quelled. She forced herself up to a seated position with a groan, right hand almost automatically finding its way to the gut pooling in her lap atop fatter thighs... she could still see her knees past her belly, which was some small measure of mercy. She'd have imagined worse, but still, and she experimentally groped and hefted the top roll of her stomach

Aldmeri Dominion Chapter 5: Dark Green The Prowler: Eru slowly watched the distant yet approaching landmass of Ghratwood approach from the bow of the ship, contemplating how her life choices had led her to this particular moment. This was especially relevant what with how her home of Karthdar was in this particular region of Valenwood, and she couldn't in good conscience not ask to check in on the place while they were here. Not something she figured would be a problem with Aubesa since the Altmer woman had been rather lackadaisical about their supposed new 'job' with some complicated relic they were supposed to fix. At least that was the loose brief she'd been given. And, not that she was really the type to complain about something that sounded at face value to be little more than busywork. It would probably end up as more than that, but that was her grousing from her accumulated years of mercenary work. It seemed so petty in retrospect, these few years past that she'd

Ebonheart Pact Chapter 4: The Calm Before Stonefalls: Vulf had, a confusing mixture of feelings coursing through him at the present time, as he, for once, slowly marched down Ash Mountain towards the town of Ebonheart to try and grapple with them. On the one hand, and he would be as blunt about it with himself as he would be with anyone who asked, Blaze had been a wonder. Rough sort that he was, he'd had probably more than his fair share of carnal dalliances with ladies of every stripe. Each of the sections of 'human,' a couple elves of each, a Khajiit or Argonian here or there... non of them had ever felt particularly 'enough.' And he wasn't talking about there not being enough meat on the girls. The Nord lasses in particular were usually quite hefty. It was just, 'been there done that,' rather literally. Sure, the one Altmer lass he'd slept with had used some spells for ambiance and such but Blaze... woof. He genuinely hadn't known if it would work or not when he'd decided to

Covenant Chapter 4: A Precious Gift Glenumbra: Safia stared quietly out through the trees surrounding the noble estate they had gotten tipped off about through the Red Rook lair, trying to assess the numbers and therefor opposition they had to deal with. Upshot, while there where indeed a lot of bandits at this estate, her and Tarkov had unexpected backup from the Daggerfall Guard. Even if they weren’t helping directly, it was good to have a safe spot to run to if things got rough, she got hurt, or whatever. The downside, the bandits had hostages. And as it so happened these were the nobles they had come here to save in the hope of a handsome reward. Naturally, they wouldn’t get such if the fops were dead. Tarkov crouched next to her, gruff voice rumbling even in a whisper. “What do you think? Can we get in without alerting everyone?” She nodded quietly, pointing to a particular brigand that she had been watching. “That ginger wretch there has been chugging out of that

Aldmeri Dominion Chapter 4: Hardened Spirit Skywatch: Minantille’s Manse Aubesa Adal hummed softly to herself as she delicately slid her way off of the combined softness pile that was Minantille, the owner of the home she currently was a guest in, and the darling yet meek Eru. Both the ladies quite insensate given the amount of fare they had separately consumed. On Minantille it was a rather non-noticeable mound, given how large the former general already was. On Eru though… She tittered softly to herself as she stroked the tautly engorged belly of the nearly-naked Bosmer woman. “Such a sweet girl, really~” The short elf was presently clad in nothing but a plain set of brown, leather underwear that was increasingly looking to be inadequate for the intended purpose, and sprawled as Eru was against the backdrop of Minatille’s massive thighs and belly it would be easy to dismiss a comparison. But, she had seen Eru filling out practically in real-time, especially the girl’s

Aldmeri Dominion Chapter 3: Blind Eyes Skyward Auridon: Eru had her head stuck in the past, despite the several subsequent events that had occurred after her and Aubesa’s departure from that shrouded vale wherein multiple prominent Dominion peoples had been imprisoned… particularly Minantille. Even now she couldn’t get over how utterly massive that elf was, and especially so with how they were able to waddle away off towards Skywatch once free from the mad mage’s emotional experiments. The sheer amount of jiggling and wobbling going on beneath that robe at each laborious step… Aubesa chimed up, piercing her contemplative state. “Eru, dear, mind your footing.” She dragged herself back to the waking world in time to avoid mindlessly traipsing off the roadway into a ditch. “Ah, thanks. I was just, um, thinking.” She grinned softly to try and mask the slight embarrassment she felt at the deep lapse. “Just, you know, thinking about stuff.” Aubesa responded with a faint

Covenant Chapter 3: Wyrd and Woe Daggerfall Castle: Lady Maven Casimir, such that it mattered, stood on the high balcony of Daggerfall Castle looking out over the township below, mildly at rest for once on account of her ease in healing potion acquisition being in a prosperous town. If she didn't drink at least three a day, irrespective of wounds, she'd be the same hacking, coughing-up-blood mess that she'd been the entire journey from Stros M'kai to Betnihk to here. Right now, here and now with her father safe and the Bloodthorn cultists eradicated from Daggerfall, she actually felt rather good for once. At a tiny pang of discomfort from her stuffed middle, she let slip a soft groan and drew her left hand to the taut sphere. "Ah, being able to keep a good meal down would also have something to do with it..." She'd probably end the day a little softer than she started it, but considering she could barely keep things down on her 'bad days' she felt it was only natural that

Ebonheart Pact Chapter 3: More and More Fire… Stonefalls: Senie Vulf paused on top of a particular swell of ground to peer out across the burned out town, straining his eyes through the drifting ash and smog to see if by happenstance he could hunt down the local big-shot's 'spoiled' daughter. Of course, Spellwright Girvis couldn't have been bothered to illuminate him on how said spoiling would help him find Morvani, but that was just Dunmer being Dunmer. After, of course, accusing an Argonian of absconding with the girl. She couldn't possibly have been fried to cinders in the middle of the lava that destroyed the town. Certainly no one could have ever foreseen that getting molten rock flowing through the streets was a possibility when you build a town in the shadow of a volcano. He muttered to himself, his nose overwhelmed with the stench of sulfur and ash. "For holding themselves up as so damn smart, these Dunmer can be really, really dumb." This wasn't him thinking Nords

Daggerfall Covenant Chapter 2: Glum-umbra Awaits Docks: Tarkov 'The Lonely,' currently absolutely defying his mercenary name at the moment with not one but two 'companions' at his back as they all departed the Spearhead just outside of the titular city of Daggerfall. Glancing back and high over his shoulder to the right, he could see the incredibly surly Captain Kaleen glaring holes in all their backs as they, and about half the crew, walked off. To his great disappointment, someone had reset Kaleen's nose after he'd punched her schnoz in at Carzog's Demise for the abominable idea of keeping that relic. He'd have happily broken it again, save for the fact that it was her ship he'd been relying on to get to Glenumbra. Adding to Kallen's severe ire, the Betnikh chief had done the only sane thing after being told what went down in the ruin. Ergo, telling Kaleen to take the Covenant offer and shove it up her ass. Absently, and while looking in the same general direction, he caught

Ebonheart Pact Chapter 2: Burning Desire Stonefalls: Davon's Watch Dirora Hlaalu glowered silently to herself as the gates of Davon's Watch came into view, not from the sight of the city, of course, but more from the simple exertion of this trip taking it's toll on her mood. Past a certain point, even the manic Vulf needed respite, and it had fallen to her to walk for an exceedingly long stretch of time. She was a lady, why had she been the one to walk??? She grumbled softly to herself, eyeing the other people in the cart. "Well I know damn well why…" Sleeps-In-Sun was a far cry larger a woman than she was, so it would have been a degree of cruelty to force the lizard to march this great distance. Seyne and Rana were both injured, so that was out of the question. She was the only choice, much as it irritated her. Frankly though, she should be doing more of this given the heft of her backside and thighs, the way her legs rubbed against each other for the entire stretch of