AN: so I was on reddit trying to find out where Nazeem lives, and I found a very hilarious comment about how he prances around whiterun bragging about the cloud district and his farm, and yet, at night he goes to sleep at the drunken huntsman, so I'm not sure if he actually sleeps in there but I just found it to funny to pass that up so that's where the fem Nazeem is going to sleep in this story.
Chapter 3: Dragonborn?
He could feel something, different, in his blood, like something had been awakened. Ever since he killed that dragon he didn't just feel stronger and faster, no he felt a change in his soul, like, almost a warm feeling in the center of his chest.
Dragonborn huh? Well this is really putting holes in his plan. Why did it have to be him of all people? Sometimes he really hated the gods. He arrived at the gates of Whiterun to be greeted with that egotistical redguard. "Do you make it to the cloud district often? Oh what am I saying of course you hav..."
She didn't get to finish the sentence as the newly found Dragonborn had smashed his lips against hers. The redguard had been stunned by this, but quickly became lost in the kiss as his hands began massaging her ass. He was about to slip a finger past her skirt when she pulled away from him slightly. "We should bring this back to my place."
But she didn't take him to a huge house or a manor like he was expecting, no, she brought him to the drunken huntsman. "Look money's tight right now and I don't have enough money right now to keep my house, so I... sold it... and my house..." The man held no sympathy for this woman, she prances around flaunting her nonexistent wealth and yet has to sleep in a tavern like a drunk.
And sometimes he loves the gods. But right now he had to worry about their clothes, they had just made it past the entrance of the drunken huntsman and he was already feeling around her dress to try and slip it off. "I mean this war has just been so hard on me and the farm I really just need a little bit of time to get back on my feet, things are just a little... slow right now. But things will turn up soon." Oh gods she was still talking?
He slipped her regal dress of her shoulder as he stood behind her and began to suck the crook of her neck, she brushed her ass against his, crotch feeling his armor was on still. "Hmph... your armor...ahh... t-take it..." he began thrusting his hips slightly and slipped his hands up to her pillow-like breasts. "Ugnh.. right... right there..." she began feeling his armor for their release when he pulled his hands away from her tits to stop hers.
He positioned her so she was face down in her bed, then he began taking off his lower garments. She was so hot right now, she knew he was big, she felt his erection brush against her as his armor clanked to the ground, leaving him in his trousers. He grabbed her dress and hiked it up her thighs before he saw her slopping wet entrance. He really should get his pants tailored from now on.
He pushed his first and second finger into her pussy, oh, he was going to enjoy this. She moaned as she used her hands to touch her FF cup breasts, her nipples had already been standing at attention due to the chilly Skyrim air, but had been begging for attention due to what this mans body promised to do to hers, she brought her nipple to her left nipple to her mouth and without hesitation, she started to suck it.
She had never felt so hot before, if this man didn't make her cum soon she would have to, touch herself, as if she were some commoner. He pulled his fingers out to push them back in slowly, when his fingers were hilted in her, he found her clit, he decided to put his thumb to use, and began rubbing in slow circular motions.
This man was going to drive her absolutely crazy, not even her wife had made her this needy before. His hands with their calloused fingers from adventuring, and his slow movements, her tight walls had a death grip on his digits as she felt her orgasm wash over like a wave. She unleashed the geyser of girl cum and coated his hand, thumb, and gotten some on his wrist. He brought his fingers up to her mouth, she was heaving to try and catch her breath, when she did she grabbed his hand with hers and licked his fingers clean.
This man was turning her into a complete slut, when her wife would pleasure her she would make her clean up afterwards, Nazeem would refuse to kiss her after being eaten out. It's so strange how with her wife, she was the dominant one, but this man had completely dominated her, and his cock wasn't even out his pants yet.
He pulled his upper armor off and untied his pants, his cock was so eager to met new people. She started to push her ass against his loins, he let out a groan while he gritted his teeth. Her ass was so perfect, he gripped her cheeks harshly and smacked her right cheek lightly, the ripple effect that his smack caused almost hypnotized him. He needed to fuck her, now. He just couldn't wait anymore he let his pants and loincloth pool around his ankles, his hands returned to her cheeks again, he lined himself up with her entrance, and pushed himself in.
Her walls had welcomed him with a tight hug as he continued deeper in her, it seemed that when he was halfway in, her walls were too tight, so he pushed harder until he slipped in further then any of Nazeems toys could get to. She lifted her head up as he was pushed deeper than any new toy her wife brought home.
"Ahh, yes, fuck yes, keep going." She whimpered against the sheets, her knees were as far apart as she could make them, her wide hips were level with his, and her hands were tightly gripping the sheets as his cock was filling up her entire cunt, it felt like he was really trying to rearrange her guts. He pulled out before he hilted himself inside her tight cunt.
When he pulled out leaving only his head in her, he pushed back in her hitting deeper than before but still didn't hilt himself, he pulled out again, and thrust back in, he felt himself getting deeper as her pussy was getting used to the feeling of his thick cock spreading her open. He pulled out, and then thrust in finally hitting the end of her.
"Oh my nine, your sooo big! You have a cock fit for a king! Do you know if you have any royal ancestors?" He smirked at her words as he started to thrust in and out of her causing her to moan like crazy, he had no parents, well, he had people who had taken care of him, but he wasn't born from anyone, he was created directly from the gods, he was hand sculpted. The people who took care of him was just a village of people, he wasn't sure where because as a male, it was up to him to impregnate women around Tamriel.
He had to leave the small settlement as soon as he started to mature. "Oh gods! Fuuuuck! Yes yes yes yes yes! Oh I'm so close!" These shouts brought him out of his thoughts as the woman below him started to grip the white sheets even tighter as her second climax started to rip through her body, her already tight was got even tighter around his shaft. You would think this would slow his thrusts down, but no, he picked up the pace and smacked her asscheek again as his other hand went to her clit.
He's got a lot of repressed emotions and so harsh words he wants to scream at the gods, he knows why the made him, it wasn't so he could do what he wanted it was to do what they wanted, and they made him for the express purpose of breeding women, not so he could live his own life. I guess you could say he's got daddy issues, and mommy issues, and aunt issues, he's pretty much got issues with his whole "family".
He prolonged her orgasm and launched her into another one as his cock would thrust in her at a speed she couldn't keep up with, then his fingers were playing with her clit that had been waiting for his hand to return after he hand fingered her earlier, and finally his hand that was smacking her ass was telling her that she really was a commoner that had been turned into a puddle because of him.
Her third orgasm had hit her hard, she felt like she couldn't take much more, she had already soaked her bed with her girl cum, and her tongue had been hanging out her mouth drooling like a dog. 'Damn this man, he's ruined my bed!' The wet slapping sounds could be heard through the entire drunken huntsman letting everyone know what they were doing, luckily for Nazeem, the only person in the structure was her, the man, and the owner.
Damn, she was going to have to explain herself to the owner. Damn this man.
Elrindir smirked to herself, she heard the powerful thrusts as she fingered herself in time with the thrusts, she was going to have to have her way with this man. It's a good think her sister had gone out for the night to get some supplies, or she would have to share with her.
His balls started to swell, it was inevitable. When the gods created him, they pretty much made it not only that vaginas were what gave him his best orgasms, but, also that it was almost impossible to not dump his seed deep in their wombs.
So he did just what he was made to do, he hilted himself and let his thick ropes of cum gather in her womb, rope after rope, this was his purpose. When he pulled out of her she kept her hips in the air, letting gravity carry his seed deeper in her. He stepped away from her, a little lightheaded from his activity's, but otherwise fine. He picked up his clothing and fitted his iron armor on again. Nazeem had dreams of raising many of his strong kids that night.
He made his way down the street a ways to The Bannered Mare, which in his opinion was a much better establishment than the drunken huntsman, but hey, maybe the Redguard really was broke. The first this he saw was the roaring fire and three people around it, second was a man playing a lute, the third was footsteps upstairs.
He approached he woman at the counter and she turned around to face him, "greetings friend, could I interest you in a drink?" She seemed nice, but like it was forced. He just pointed at the keg of ale on the counter next to her, she turned and looked, then back at him and smiled "so all it is?" He nodded, she reached under the counter and pulled out a bottle and pulled out the cork.
That sound always soothes him, the bubbling sound of alcohol, it helped him forget why he was made. He placed five prices of gold on the counter and stood up. "I'm sorry sir, but with the war going on I'm going to have to charge you more." He turned back to her and placed fifteen more gold down, she pulled out another bottle, uncorked it, then handed it to him.
He looked around and saw a woman sitting by herself but, she just looks like she really didn't want to be bothered, he then looked at the benches before looking back to the entrance and saw a table with only one seat. Perfect.
He sat and enjoyed his ale, it wasn't enough to get him drunk but there was no way he was paying ten septims a piece to get drunk. While he sat and drank he saw people come and go, asking about bounty's or quests, even gossip. He had overheard a lot of interesting things, the Jarls kids were acting strange, but what kid isn't a little weird? The Jarl has also posted a bounty of a thousand gold for the head of a bandit chief, and fifty extra gold for the heads of any other members that were brought to her.
He hadn't realized how late it had gotten, with the guards in the tower, and the Redguard, it had been nearing night when he had made his way to The Bannered Mare, he'd say that he's been here around twenty minutes, the Jarl was probably asleep by now, the only people up were people who were partying. He thought back to that bounty of the bandit chief at Embershard mine.
He arrived back at Whiterun with seven bandits heads tied together, hanging at his waist, swaying back and forth as he made his way up the steps.
The oversized doors swung open and the morning light pierced through the entire room. He walked up to the awaiting Jarl who had her full attention on him.
"Ah, my favorite newcomer, I hear you killed the dragon," He nodded, "and you absorbed its soul?" He nodded again. "I see." She stood up and began in a regal voice. "You have helped Whiterun immensely, that's why I herby name you Thane of Whiterun, and allow you to purchased house blah blah blah, you know the deal, also you get a housecarl, her name is Lydia and she'll meet you on your way out, but first, claim your prize."
She spread her legs open showing her dripping need, he needed no further convincing as he made his way to her in three powerful strides, already tugging at the straps on his armor. He had sex no more then 5 hours ago and yet his cock was begging him for even more, already threatening his pants.
He didn't even waist time taking off his pants completely he just pulled out his throbbing member. The great Jarl of Whiterun was staring at his 4 inch thick and 10 inch long member, she couldn't even move, she was usually a confident woman knowing exactly what to do and being sure of herself, and when she had proposed this to him she hadn't though he would be like this, none of her toys could match his tool, and they were made out of mammoths tusks.
He pulled her up, threw all the plates and bowls on one of the long tables crashing to the ground, and bent her over the table before arriving on his knees to face her dripping cunt. He grabbed her ass and pulled her pussy lips open and smelled her sweet sent. His cock felt like it was about to explode with the amount of pressure it had built up, but right now, he had to taste her, then he could ravage her.
He licked up her slit and felt her shudder, he smirked slightly as everyone in the hall was watching him waiting for some fapping material, he forced his tongue through her tight folds, the taste of her nectar in his mouth was pure ecstasy. She started to moan and tilt her head back to get a glimpse of the "Dragonborn" if he truly had the soul of a dragon in the body of a male, she would be sore for a while.
He really wanted to eat her cunt forever but his other head was taking over, he had to get her to orgasm so he moved his right hand to her clit to massage it with his thumb, it wasn't long before she came undone and her cum gushed all over his face and dripped onto the bench, he gave her pussy one last lick before standing up.
He stood out of his pants and angled himself to her entrance, he slowly slid in feeling her inner walls have a death grip on his cock made him never want to leave her cunt, he hilted himself in her and pulled her up to him with his hand on her throat, he kissed her deeply and explored her mouth with his tongue, he began pulling out and his thrust came in quick successions. He swallowed her moans before coming up for air, he looked into her eyes and saw her staring back at him, but not his physical self, almost like she was staring right into his soul.
"I love your fucking cock spreading my pussy." After he heard this he couldn't stop himself from thrusting faster, breaking the sound barrier as his balls, full of his seed yet again, slapped against her, further increasing her sensations. Her walls clamped around him as she achieved another orgasm.
He felt her slump against him, he looked at her throne and got an idea. He picked her up by her abdomen and carried her over to the throne, he sat on the throne and had her sitting on his lap. She was still somewhat out of it from her second orgasm, he turned her head to kiss her again and she returned the kiss, grinding her hips as she did. His cock was still hard in her filling her cunt, his hands began massaging her tits and pinching her nipples.
She placed her feet on the ground when he broke the kiss, she rose 9 inches, and allowed gravity to pull her back down. "Ugh... b-breed me with your huge cock, please let me bear your children, I'll raise them to be the greatest warriors in all of Tamriel!" She yelled as she reached her third climax, and the Dragonborn wasn't far behind her, I mean you can't just say something that hot and not expect a man to cum.
He shot his load deep in her womb, his thick ropes of fun painted her walls a nice shade of white definitely impregnating her. He panted as he came down from his climax, when he caught his breath she was standing in front of him, cum still dripping out her cunt. "Well I had fun, but I do have very important things to do..."
Typical, he gathered his underclothing and armor re-equipping them and made his way to leave. "Y-you must be my master... er... I... I mean my Thane, I trust the Jarl has told you about me?" He looked her up and down, goddamn, she was hot, she must be at most 22 years old, her breasts were perfect perky C-cups, he could see her aroused nipples poking through her thin soft shirt, which ended at her midriff, showing her pierced navel.
She had the kind of thighs that he just wanted to plant his head between, and her face was one of, if not the most, beautiful faces he'd even seen, her soft brown hair reached past her shoulders a few strands were tucked behind her ear, her blue eyes looked like an ocean, and her cheeks had formed a rose blush from his wandering eyes.
"... so... should we get going?" He looked at her for a moment allowing his thoughts to run wild for a minute before a loud yell tore across the sky and shook the ground, everyone in the room standing lost their balance, the man walked outside and looked around the sky expecting another dragon.
"Oh my, that must have been the Graybeards, they're calling the Dragonborn, or... well you." He thought about the graybeards, some old hermits that never interacted with outsiders, they were meant to teach the Dragonborn the way of the voice, but there hadn't been a Dragonborn in so long he just assumed that they lost their purpose.
"I-I could take you to them, I know the way... I mean, only if you want to go." Lydia looked down shyly and a blush returned to her face again. He could smell her arousal, damn, she was definitely cute, he'd have to get with her eventually. He nodded and she lead the way.
They purchased two horses and were on their way to the throat of the world. They ran up the mountain, almost completely vertical, I know, Skyrim horses are something else. They arrived at High Hrothgar in mere minutes thanks to their trusty buggy horses, Todd Howard everybody.
"Master, I can't follow you inside, the greybeards won't let outsiders in, you have to go in alone, but I can wait outside for you, if you want." He took in the sight of High Hrothgar, it was definitely a place for hermits to live in, he pushed open the doors to escape the chilly mountain wind.
"So... a Dragonborn appears, at this moment in the turning of an age."