Adventures of The Dragonborn

This story is for two types of people. The hard-core fans of Skyrim, and lovers of smut. This story will see a character, the dragonborn, undergo the quests from the game, and almost always ending up in a "sticky" situation with other NPCs. This chapter will be long to set the backstory, but future chapters will be more focused on sex.

Chapter 1 – Helgen

"Step towards the block when we call your name! One at a time." Damn imperials. I don't know much about them, but what I do know, I hated. Stuck up, self-obsessed pricks. Thinking they're better than everyone else because they rule the empire. The Nords are the empire! Our blood forged it and continued to maintain it against the wrath of the Aldmeri Dominion. Elves! The only thing I hate more than the empire is the Thalmor.

"Ulfric Stormcloak! Jarl of Windhelm!"

"It has been an honour, Jarl Ulfric." The blond guy. He seemed like a decent guy on the carriage. If a little too obsessed with Ulfric. Ulfric must be the big guy with the rag in his mouth now moving to the block. Even in bounds, I can't help but be impressed with the man. The infamous Ulfric Stormcloak, Killer of kings! That's quite a catchy title.

"Ralof of Riverwood!" The blond man moved forward silently. A brave man. What a waste. Too many good men have been thrown into this pointless war.

"Lokir of Rorikstead!"

"No! I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!" He takes off. Sprinting his heart out before an arrow replaces the air in his lungs. Poor coward.

"You! Step forward." I oblige. My muscled body aching with the effort. The earlier fight has taken its toll in me. "Who are you?" Who am I? A good question. A question even I myself have not found the answer to. I woke up, days earlier, naked and starving on the cliffs, at the border with Cyrodiil with no memory of what came before. Before I could even gather my thoughts they were on me. The sounds of swords clashing with shields rang around the forest. Leather clad arms grasped my shoulders, yanking me onto my feet. I immediately reacted, twisting my arm around that of my attacker, snapping it in one swift movement before clamping my own naked hand around the soldier's neck. I squeezed until the soldier stopped kicking. I turned to face the others but they were already overwhelming me. The rest is history. I found myself on a wagon heading for the headsmen's block. Ralof filled him in on the rest. The rebellion, the Imperials, Ulfric.

"I don't know who I am." I tell the guard.

"Captain. What shall we do? He's not on the list."

"Forget the list, he goes to the block!" The captain replied. A Strangely attractive women. Dark skinned, athletic build. I'd love to take her down a peg or two. I step towards the block. My face a fortress. Not an emotion on show. Dressed only in a small rag, covering my waist.

The head of the first rebel was taken as I approach the crowd, awaiting Sovngarde.

"Next, the Nord in the rags." I step forward confidently. I won't give them the satisfaction of seeing my fear. Not that there is any. How can I fear something I have no experience of? Only a coward fears the unknown. The captain roughly pushes me to my knees. What I wouldn't give to sink my cock into that bitch. As I close my eyes, ready to see my ancestors, a great clap of thunder sounds. So powerful the very ground shakes beneath me. I don't hesitate. I launch myself forward, rolling over my shoulder and onto my feet. Without looking back I sprint towards the watch tower. I manage to dive inside just as a Stormcloak slams the door shut. Inside are several rebels and Ulfric himself. A huge man, his shoulders broad and held high.

"Jarl Ulfric! What is that thing? Could the legends be true?" Ralof again. A survivor, that one. I judged him right.

"Legends don't burn down villages." Wow. This man has the voice. The voice of a king. I see now why he was gagged. Just a few words from this man would be enough to inspire an army. "We need to move! NOW!" I start to sprint up the stairs of the tower. I'm Seconds away from the first landing when the wall smashes inwards as a dragon opens its mouth and its very breath erupt into flames. A dragon. A fucking dragon. The rubble is now blocking the stair to the roof. My only way out is back, or through the hole. I launch myself through the breach and land with a jolt through the collapsed roof of the inn. I don't stop. I roll out of the landing and keep going, dropping through the floor onto ground level. I keep sprinting, adrenalin pumping through my system. The dragon smashes into the ground in front of me. He rears his head, ready to turn me to ash, only a small boy stands between us. I don't even hesitate. Grabbing the boy I run directly towards the dragon. Just as the air itself ignites above us I slide through the gap under the dragon's wing. I set the boy down again and continue my path. Through another destroyed house I run. Past General Tullius and several Imperial soldiers, until I reach the keep.

"Kinsmen! With me!" I have no idea how Ralof beat me here but without time to question it, we both dive inside the keep.

The door slams shut behind us. In front is a large circular room. Gates block both doors to the left and right. A dead Stormcloak soldier lies propped against a wooden chair and table against the back wall. Ralof goes quiet. He walks slowly over to the soldier and kneels before him. He reaches out and closes the soldier's eye, picking up his axe as he does so.

"We'll meet again in Sovngarde, brother." His eyes grow moist with tears. "You might as well take Gunjar's gear. He won't be needing it now." He hands me the axe and stands back up. He suddenly crouches down, his own axe drawn from his side, his eyes wide and alert. "It's the imperials. HIDE." He dives to the left of the gate and backs against the wall. I follow suit and hide on the right. Minutes pass before the gate opens. An imperial soldier passes us, followed by the attractive captain from the chopping block. Ralof gives me a nod, and we begin to creep up behind the pair. Ralof reaches the soldier first and immediately buries his axe deep into the soldier's skull. His knees buckle and he falls to the ground. I quickly wrap and arm around the captain's neck and drag her to the ground. She's surprisingly strong, yet no match for my huge Nord arms. Ralof rolls over and relieves the captain of her keys. He runs over to the opposite gate and unlocks it.

"I'll scout ahead!" He says, and then disappears through the gate.

I release some of the pressure from the girl's neck so she can breathe.

"Calm down women! I don't want to hurt you." She begins to slow her struggling. She stops trying to sink her teeth into my arm and lies limply against me, her chest rising and falling heavily as she breathes. "I'm going to let you go now. Try to run, and I'll kill you." I slowly release my arm from her neck and allow her to sit up. I manhandle her to the wall and sit her against it, standing over her.

"Why haven't you killed me already?" She says. Her voice is much less harsh than before, much sweeter, somehow. Much more innocent and child-like. I begin to realise this girl is no more than 18 years old. Nothing more than a teenager. She looks me up and down, possibly sizing up her opponent. Her eyes linger on my bare torso, a light bead of sweat drips down my heavily muscled chest.

"I don't make a habit of killing teenage girls, but I will if you give me reason too. Now start talking! What was that dragon doing here?"

"I don't know!"

"TELL ME!"

"I DON'T KNOW" I raise my axe above my head. Ready to bring it down on the girl.

"Stop!" she screams, holding her hand up in front of her. "Maybe I can convince you to let me go." Her voice has changed. She's speaking quieter, slower, more seductively. She reaches her hand toward me. She places a finger on my stomach, just below the belly button and traces it downwards. She travels further down, the rage sliding down my hips under the pressure. The rag falls and I'm bare. I stand, frozen in place as she traces her finger along the length of my cock. She never breaks eye contact. Her deep, flawless brown eyes staring into mine, looking for any sign of retaliation. When she sees none, she slowly leans forward and takes my cock into her mouth. I immediately begin to harden, growing to full size. She bobs her head on my cock, her mouth dripping with saliva and precum, looking up into my eyes as she does. I stop her and stand her up.

"Get that armour off. It looks heavy." I command. She complies instantly, reaching up to undo the straps of her breast plate, letting it fall to the ground with a bang. She does the same with her gauntlets then turns away from me, bending at the waist to get her boots. I feel myself get even harder as she reveals her glistening pussy to me. Once naked, she turns back to me. I grab her roughly, my lips connecting to hers in a heated kiss of pure lust. I break the kiss and push her head back to my awaiting cock. She happily obliges and takes my throbbing member back into her expert mouth.

"Oh my god!" She moans around my cock in response I suddenly realise how she got too captain so young. I grab her hair, gently urging her to speed up. She takes my cock deeper down her throat until I can't take it any longer. I stand her up and move her over to the table. I easily lift her at the waist and set her on the table. She leans back against the wall and spreads her tones legs, revealing her pussy. I eagerly lean down and lick her. Running my tongue around her clit before pushing it inside her.

"Oh fuck! FUCK! That so good! My god! I'm gonna cum! Shit!" The taste of her is incredible. I push a finger deep into her and curl it towards me to get her G-spot. This, combined with my frantic licking of her clit sends her over the edge. Her beautiful chest rises as her body shakes with her intense orgasm.

As she recovers I stand up, my mouth still wet with her arousal. She smiles at me mischievously and pulls me in for a passionate kiss, her tongue darting inside my mouth, tasting her own juices on my own.

"Common then. Fuck me!" I don't have to be told twice. I push her back down on the table and line myself up with her wet pussy. I push inside slowly. Just a couple of inches to let her adjust to my size before I slam the rest of my huge dick into her eager hole.

"Damn, that's big! Fuck me hard!" I increase my rhythm and fuck her relentlessly, the table banging against the cold stone wall. She brings her body of the table, her arms around my body, her claws digging deep into the muscular flesh of my back. I lift her off the table, my arms under her legs and begin to slam into her, mid-air.

"You're huge! I love your cock in my tight pussy!"

"Shit. I'm gonna cum!" I tell her. Her tight pussy is too much for my cock.

"Cum on my face baby!" She orders. I set her down and she kneels in front of me. She takes my cock back into her mouth, her head bobbing with lighting speed, my cock sinking right down into her throat. She brings on hand up to rub my balls and I tip over the edge.

"Fuuuuccckkkk!" I shout. She feels the first shots of cum coating her eager mouth and pulls off to let the rest spill over the stunning dark skin of her face. My orgasm subsides and she stands up, her face covered in my white seed. She cups my package in her hand and whispers in my ear,

"You better get going. Don't want to keep your friend waiting." With that, she winks at me and I pull the rag back up around my waist, grab the axe and set out after Ralof.

A/N:

I hope you liked the first chapter. This is my first story so be kind ;) I'll be taking requests for characters and quests so PM or review to get your vote it. I'm also thinking of a Hermione Granger story. I know it's been done to death but let's face it. She's fucking hot!