I have never seen a greater representation of the uncanny valley than a hellhound's bulbous penis clipping through the lips and teeth of a girl who's supposed to be uncontrollably aroused, yet whose dead eyes suggest an emptiness that a human being would struggle to comprehend, even one traumatized by the tia mowry naked of the concentration camps her outfit suggests she supervises when she's not fellating dogs.
Here the player character attacked his female follower, and she defeated him in battle.
We go straight to having sex on the cold, wet cobblestones, foreplay being as foreign a concept in Skyrim as the jet engine.
They can speak no objection.
The true horror wasn't the sex but the world I created.
This is the file directory a horny Terminator sees.
I fired the game up.
I did it because I spent a day of my life figuring out how to let a dog fuck my Skyrim character, so goddammit, I was going to let a dog fuck my Biker girl sex character.