Skyrim's Iron Maiden 2

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(WARNING! This chapter contains female muscle, FMG, and INCEST. Anybody offended by that better leave now)

Darkwater Crossing, it was in this miserable little mining town that Morgan found a glowing gem amidst the squall and dull little rocks that filled it. Annekke was her name, oh and she was a delight, how she thirst for adventure and merriment. The imperial in dark robes could feel the sheer strength that lay hidden beneath; already she showed signs of that growing might. Her blouse did little to conceal the toned muscles acquired through a lifetime of adventuring.

Annekke had accompanied before in various quests, and there would always an intense battle followed by laughter and mead. The nord just had a great love for life, it was a shame she always had to come back to that backwater village.

Oh how that droll husband of her complained that she should be home more often, if he truly loved his wife he'd understand that her passions should not be held back. Already she was planning on unleashing the goddess inside Annekke, but Morgan anticipated her husband would just make another annoying rant of his.

Morgan decided he had to go...

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Sylgia arrived late at night at Darkwater Crossing, the town had barely changed from when she had left to work in Redbelly Mine at Shor's Stone. She didn't visit her parents as often as she should have, but wrote to them often.

Recently, she had received a frantic letter from her father, explaining how her mother was going out on adventures. Sylgia at first was not surprise, her mother never abandoned that part of her life, but his father's writing looked almost frightened, mentioning a woman who was keeping her mother company, prompting her to go on more adventures, filling her head with strange ideas.

Her father sounded afraid of this 'Morgan'.

She hurried towards her house, her coat, which covered her miner's white blouse, billowed with the chilly night winds. Knocking on the door, she waited for one of her parents to open.

She instead found a stranger, an imperial with long sandy blonde hair and a wizard's robe. Her eyes were... striking, a shade of gold unlike any she had seen before.

The woman smiled warmly, but Sylgia felt herself frightened, she felt like she was being stared down by a wolf. "Oh my, you must be Sylgia, I heard so much about you"

Sylgia stared at the woman at the face. "Who are you? Where are my parents?" She demanded.

"Come now, child. No need for hostilities" She waved her fingers in front of her, and... Sylgia didn't feel so nervous as before. Was this the works of magi-? "My name is Morgan, I'm a friend of your mother's"

That's funny, Sylgia no longer felt threatened, the imperial before her was a charming woman after all, she had such a beautiful smile...

"Please come in, make yourself at home"

This was her home, but for some reason she did not feel offended at this stranger treating it like it was her own. She sat by the table, a recently eaten meal was laid over it. Chicken bones and half empty bottles of mead were on display.

"Now then" Morgan spoke with a pleasant tone. "I imagine you must have come here due to your father's letters"

"Yes ma'am" She did not hesitate to reply. Why was her father frightened of this woman?

"Tsk, such a droll little man..."

"Where is he anyhow?" She had expected her parents to be here. "And my mother for that matter?"

"Your mother is at the mines"

"At this hour? But the mines should be closed already"

"What can I say? She has recently found herself full of... stamina. After a whole day of adventuring she feel she must compensate by working late at the mine. Worry not for her health my dear, sleep and tiredness bothers her none" She grinned widely, it was almost a predatory gesture. "Anymore"

"And my father?"

"Oh" Morgan dramatically put a hand to her chest. "I am sorry to tell you this my dear, but your parents split up"

Her stomach fell. "What" Oh gods, that... that couldn't be true.

"He left for Riften to seek guidance to the temple of Mara, wanting to learn more of the ways of love" Another twirl of her fingers, and Morgan's golden eyes seemed to glow. "He will be much happier like there, both him and your mother are happy with their current situation"

Any form of sadness and grief suddenly disappeared. "I see..." If her parents were happy, then it was proper for her as their daughter to feel happy for them. Her father just needed some time to sort out his affairs, after all, Sylgia had no reason to doubt such a charming woman like Morgan.

The mage robbed imperial seemed to check her over, her smile growing by the second. "Are you thirsty, honey? It must have been a long journey..."

She was feeling a bit thirst come to think of it. She nodded.

"Good..." Pulling out a potion from her robes, she poured the contents into an empty mug. "Drink" It felt more like an order, not an offer.

Sylgia drank it all the same. It felt very sweet.

Morgan clasped her hands together, eyes shimmering with excitement. "Now! Shall we go see your mother? She will be delighted to see you... just like you will be when you see her"

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Goldenrock Mine did not possess its name because gold was mined here, but rather because the mine was rich in corundum, the brass colored mineral that was valuable for making strong heavy armor and weaponry. Her parents had work here ever since Sylgia was born, but that did not stop her mother from following her true passion; adventuring.

Morgan guided her through the torch lit passages, following the sound of rocks cracking.

Strange, she couldn't hear any pickaxes hitting stone and ore.

They walked towards the ends of the mind, in the furthest passage, where Sylgia saw her mother... or rather, the new woman her mother had become.

Annekke stood taller than Sylgia's father now, her skin, which once showed signs of aging last time she had seen her, small wrinkles here and there, was now perfect like a woman in her prime. No, she must have looked even more beautiful than in her prime.

Her body was massive, thickly coiled muscles of impressive size that could rival a nord man's, defined to an outstanding degree so that she could see nearly every striation under the torch light. Her arms bulged as she picked out a rock with her bare hands, straining the sleeves of her blouse, and threw it to the side like it was nothing.

Sylgia watched enthralled as her mother grabbed a hold of the edge of an ore veing and proceeded to rip the thing away from the earth and stone of the wall, completely extracting the pure raw ore without the need of a pickaxe or any other tools.

"Annekke" Morgan called out sweetly. "Look who's come to visit you"

Annekke turned her thickly muscled neck in their direction and brightened upon seeing her daughter. "Sylgia!" She quickly run towards her and embraced her daughters. "Gods it's been so long!"

Sylgia could barely reply as she was being held against her mother's impressively muscular frame, even over the blouse she could feel how hard her muscles had become. Her mother had always had a strong figure befitting an adventurer, but this? Where had these muscles come from? Had she been training?

"Mother... " The dark haired nord spoke in awe. "What happened to you?"

Annekke chuckled. "Oh, you mean these?" She rested on hand on her hip, still narrow and feminine, and lifted her right arm, flexing the muscle and watching it rise and strain against the sleeve. Sylgia could have sworn she heard a few threads tearing. "Magnificent aren't they? It's all thanks to my friend here"

Morgan did a courtesy in reply.

"You know I could never give up adventuring, but your father never understood that. Morgan here made me the offer of being able to adventure as much as I wanted, and make up the lost time here in the mine" She flexed her bicep harder, and a small tear opened on top of the sleeve, revealing the muscle underneath. Sylgia gasped in surprise, feeling strangely warm of all sudden. "Don't I look magnificent?" Annekke coyly asked.

"Y-Yes! You look glorious!" Like a nord woman from legend, a body that was molded into a perfect weapon.

Her mother winked. "Would you like to see more of your mother's glory then?" To which Sylgia could only nod ecstatically.

Annekke chuckled proudly as she raised her other arm, her biceps flexed, straining her blouse further as rips and tears began to be heard. Muscles tore at the seams, revealing perfectly formed mounds of ripped flesh. Her triceps and lats ripped the fabric on her arm pits, the tear extending over her blouse as her sleeves slowly gave way to her muscular arms and shoulders.

Her plated eight pack strained against the blouse while her breast pushed outwards, supported by might pectorals. Annekke's face twisted in concentration, a grunt escaping her lips as her torso reduced her blouse to shreds, strips of clothing barely hanged unto her goddess-like frame.

Sylgia could only gawk at the sight of her mother's muscular upper body. Veins pumped underneath her skin, running all the way from her thick forearms to her strained chest muscles.

Shifting her legs, the tight pants soon started to give against the flexing muscles of her thighs and calves, revealing outstanding muscle groups that split in four on her upper legs, and diamond shaped calves below. Her mother tore the remaining straps of clothing with a simple tug, the only piece of clothing that remained was her small clothes over her waist which covered her womanhood, the backside of the fabric disappeared between the two muscular orbs of her buttocks.

Annekke lifted her arms and brought them down in front of her with a growl, flexing in front of her daughter with everything she had. Her glorious muscles bulged and rippled, throbbing veins gave them a stronger look as she displayed her iron-like physique to two very appreciating spectators.

Morgan licked her lips lustfully, while Sylgia could only breath in an out, her cheeks blushing from the warm blood rushing through them. Her mother looked... so beautiful, the way her skin glistened with sweat, the sheer strength radiating from her muscles... She felt an irresistible need to touch them.

Annekke shifted her pose, grabbing a hold of one arm as she flexed the other while showing a side of her chest. "Look at this body, my child, the iron-forged body of a nord woman" She turned around and flared her mountain-like back, displaying the different crevices and ravines donning it. "With these muscles I've been able to tackle challenges I never could have in my youth. And now" She seemed to moan as she flexed both arms. "Now I feel I could do anything I wanted..." She turned around once more, planting her fists against her waist and pumping her abdominals and chest muscles, her breasts bounced up and down on an hypnotic dance. "Anything..." She breathed out with heavy arousal.

No longer in control of her actions, Sylgia reached forward to feel her mother's muscles, staring from her lats, delicately running her fingers over the coiled muscles of her stomach, they were eight of them in total. So hard, so strong...

Annekke relished on the feeling of worship, even if it was her daughter who was doing it. Particulary if it was her, there was something so gratifying about her own flesh and blood admiring her this way. Her husband had no liked the idea at all, so to be regarded as this vision of beauty by Sylgia... it was all rather arousing.

She lifted her arms so Sylgia could feel her biceps, her daughter gasped at the sheer hardness of the peaks before her hands wondered behind over her back, pressing herself closer against her mother's chest, those well sized breasts nearly in front of her face.

Her hands found her mother's granite glutes and fondled them with delight. Sylgia had to close her eyes to savor the sensation, unknowingly resting her head upon her mother's muscular chest, rubbing her cheek against that mighty torso. And when she found something soft and round she planted a kiss on it, making Annekke moan in pleasure.

The sound seemed to snap Sylgia out of her daze, her heart hammered across her chest as she looked into her mother's rose tinted-cheeks and pleasure filled eyes. "I-I'm so sorry mother! I don't know what came over me!"

"It's alright"

"N-No it's not! It's wrong and it was sic-!"

A finger laid upon her lips and shushed her, her mother softly bent down to look at her in the eye. "It's alright, my daughter... I quite enjoyed it"

Those feelings of wrongness, of sinful incest were pushed away when Annekke tenderly planted her lips upon her daughter's, sharing with her a tender kiss no parent would share with their children.

Any resistance that could rose against those feelings was squashed, and Sylgia's eyes rolled back as she leaned into the kiss, her arms wrapping themselves over her mother's muscular neck, as this one's large arms effortlessly lifted. Their kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, they briefly parted for air, only to devour each other's lips once more, allowing their tongues to explore each other's mouths.

"Tell me how much you love my muscles" Her mother grunted.

Sylgia moaned out. "Oh they're so magnificent, so hard and strong. You're so hard and strong..." She gasped her mother's lips descended upon her neck.

Annekke grinned as she found a sensitive spot under her ear. "Would you like to join me, my child, would you like to become an iron-forged maiden?"

"She will" Morgan stated, making her presence known once again. She had been watching the proceedings with great interest, massaging an erect nipple while her other hand disappeared underneath her robes. "You already drank my potion"

Sylgia's eyes widened in surprise, a sentiment shared by Annekke, mother and daughter looked at each other before smiling widely in joy. "Oh my dear!" The older miner kissed her daughter passionately. "You will be so beautiful!"

"I... I'm going to... ugh!" The younger nord grunted, feeling a fire burn in her stomach.

Her mother recognized the signs. "Yes, yes!" She set her daughter down and watched eagerly as the change began. "It's starting! Burst free of those bonds my daughter, become... a goddess!"

Sylgia moaned as her entire body enlarged, her blouse gave way to mighty muscles that, while not as great as her mother's, came pretty close, giving her a magnificent warrior beauty many could only dream off. Her pants became tatters as muscular legs burst free from them, veins writhed underneath the skin, running up her stomach from her groin. Annekke felt her loins burn as her daughter joined her in this wonderful sisterhood.

The orgasm hit, and Sylgia moaned out loud as warm liquid run down her thighs. She gasped for breath, looking over her new outstanding form, arms exploring every reach and bulging sinew she could find, experimenting, flexing.

Annekke joined her, running her hands over her daughter's new body, overjoyed she shared this experience with her. "Oh my darling" They stared hungrily into each other's arms, growling as their lips clashed in lustful dance, their hands desperate tore the remains of their small clothes, letting their arousal filled womanhood frees.

Annekke drove her against the stone wall, and slowly lined up her sex against her. Both moaned in sexual pleasure as they grinded against each other, their incestuous union filling their muscular frames, every inch and every pore, with erotic thrill. Their mouths found their breasts, sucking and biting rock hard nipples before once more clashing, their tongues dancing around the other, their hips hammered against each other until the great climax hit them, rocking their bodies with an agonizing orgasm. Mother and daughter held each other lovingly, happy that it had come to this, muttering terms of endearment and love as they tenderly kissed.

The witch Morgan just watched it all with glee, her fingers diving into her own sex, building her own release to the spectacle before her.

It felt good to make a family become closer.

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