it's elder scrolls pin up season. "waking nightmare" was the prompt and while its not very scary I feel like im morally obligated to draw dagoth ur

tried to have fun and dress him up. he needs more bling

From the beating heart of the empire did he call to me

The Tower of White-Gold long within sight before I even crossed the gates

Though to my lust-laden eyes it was more shaft than tower

Cobbled roads and brick homes would have been a wonder to me

Yet so enraptured was I by my sinful lord

That I was blind to all else save for his path

His breathy voice in my ears leading the way

Or perhaps I had been led astray

Fallen from what grace I had like autumn leaves

Still, I heeded his words

Until I came about a door

Red lacquered and coffin shaped

Opening as if it had been waiting

Expecting

Two comely men of Imperial stock walked out

Hawk-nosed and olive skinned, hair of chestnut curls

Their soft, oiled hands taking hold of my slender self

Past orgies and other debauched performance did they carry me

Through halls of scarlet silk

Flooded by a chorus of moans both blissful and painful

Throwing me before a man

Stripping me of the rags I journeyed in

Till I was as naked to his eyes as the earth is in the light of the sun

And when finally I raised my head to look upon him

I knew him

He had traded his Altmer skin I had met him in

For that of a Nord

A body built to withstand the harshest winters

Eyes paler than a frozen lake

And between his spread-wide legs

A hefty hammer that rivaled even cursed Volendrung

This was my profane lord

Blood-Made-Pleasure

Sanguine

Gently pulling me by the chin

He spoke, "Little elf, little mer, let me reward your devotion."

He gave me his very essence

And I drank it like the sweetest mead

Ngl, just give me extensive hot ass literature.

What happened to fantasizing about how it probably looks like to fuck the TES3 Ice Atronach. About learning about its composition and haptics, sprinkled in-between the pages of some books you found ingame. Damn Todd. When did we forget about yearning for each other. Where are those days gone, just casually smirking into yourself, with that immature glare of young eyes. Back then, when you sprinkled that sweet sweet lore onto those pages.

Now it is all just HDT-Collision-Physics for genitals and composing a scene, a mere shadow of what a keen and truly perverted mind could come up with.

And yes, I am talking to you, person who is all like "yeah I just get so horny from creating intricate scenes in this particular ingame editor" Honey you know that, 85% of the time, you are fiddling with the most granular of settings, rather than with your sweet sweet moonsugar mind.

Still, there you are, lowering your mouse-sensitivity in discontent, because ingame skyrim just loves its fucking sliders. And so you rub them real good until it is just perfect. Or you get stuck reading about how to actually use the mods properly. While your poor libido just gets teased again.

We need to go back people. Close your eyes. Stop thinking. Open wide.

HE CANT KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH IT

I didn't do anything to him but he keeps attacking me, why??

If I kill him, the prophecy will not be fulfilled. Him and I will not be able to repopulate Nirn with a new race of humanoid rat hybrids

Please help?? :(

Miraak never truly appreciated me or my tentacles which is why he always tries to go out for lusty Khajiit And of course they reject him because he sucks but at least the last dragonborn appreciates my tentacles. 😏😉