MAN ! I beg you ! do more like the last one, eating Ada, Ellie from last of us, clementine of TWD, and then fucking ! please man i'd really appreciate it ! thank you for making this !!!
Vesmyr: "You've done enough killing! Leave us be! My son and I have done nothing to you!"
Dragonborn: "You're "SON" is wanted for crimes against Skyrim and her people."
Vesmyr: "Nonsense! That little girl was already eaten when he got there!"
Dragonborn: "Ha!....wait...you're serious aren't you."
Vesmyr: "ENOUGH! Don't say I didn't ask politely..."
Dragonborn: "Oh...please...no...a Necromancer...what EVER shall I do?"
Dragonborn: "TELL ME WHERE HE IS OR.....huh....?"
Arog: "FaThEr...iS tHis CUNT PeSteRinG yOu?"
Vesmyr: "Worry not my child...she won't be pestering anyone ever again..."
Dragonborn: "Wha...!? HEY!"
Vesmyr: "That little girl WAS dead when we got there...."
Dragonborn: "CAN'T....NNGH!....MOVE..."
Vesmyr: "Arog hadn't eaten for days...poor dear."
Dragonborn: "ARGH! LET ME GO!"
Vesmyr: "Arog my boy...have you ever mated with a DRAGONBORN?"
Dragonborn: "No...no....(By Sithis! He's pulling...me closer...)"
Vesmyr: "I'm sure mating with this FINE specimen would grant you some soft of comfort."
Dragonborn: "I'll LEAVE! I'll leave and NEVER RETURN! You have my word!"
Vesmyr: "I'm afraid that ship has sailed my dear."
Dragonborn: "No wait maybe I....AH! BY THE GODS!!"
Dragonborn: "Too....BIG..."
Arog: "A tHiGht FiT fAtHeR."
Dragonborn: "Feel...so....full..."
Arog: "GiVe Me ChiLdReN!!"
Dragonborn: "P...passing...ou....out..."
Vesmyr: "Passing out? Oh no...we can't have that...SPREAD!"
Dragonborn: "AAAAGH!"
Arog: "By ThE GoDs! FaThEr hEr TwAt GOt tiGht wHen YoU diD tHaT!"
Vesmyr: "Haha! Well then...I shall do it again my boy! SPREADDD!"
Dragonborn: "AAAYYEEEE!! Please! No more..."
Dragonborn: "Please! It's too much!"
Arog: "HUH!? FaThEr sHe cAn MoVe!"
Vesmyr: "Oh my! A Dragonborn indeed. Her will power is STRONG."
Vesmyr: "YOU WILL SPREAD!"
Dragonborn: "AAGH! NO! Nooooo!"
Arog: "NoT StRoNg EnoUgH!"
(Moments later...)
Dragonborn: "Nngh...y...you're letting...me go?"
Arog: "Of course we are...after a nice meal..."
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