Jump Chain Gothic 7 - Skyrim 1 - Dawnguard
Part 8
Fort Dawnguard. Skyrim
Currently Cameron was lying on the bed, hers legs spread, and Gothic was lying on top of her, while in the process of fucking her. Which was not an odd thing for Cameron, as getting fucked by the Jumper was something that had happened many hundreds of times before, and likely it would happen many more hundreds of times.
She had a record of each session of intercourse, which she'd used over the years to better understand what pleased the human. Although his tastes had changed a little over the decades so she had to keep adjusting her programming.
As they had sex Cameron noticed that Gothic had lost weight, the product of recent actions, such as time spent travelling on foot in the wilderness. The Jumper had been active a lot without getting enough food.
The difference was not enough to cause great concern, but it should be dealt with soon, so Cameron quickly came up with a diet plan that should increase her master's body weight, which she could act on later.
Right now her attention needed to be letting her human owner enjoy himself so that he would sleep better tonight, and if he slept he'd stay in one place for hours to come, which made guarding him easier.
Cameron wouldn't mention this, but given that Gothic wasn't in bed with his wife right now meant that they'd had a disagreement upon his return. No doubt it had been about his long absence and the fact that Morgana had been left behind while the Jumper made productive use of his time.
The cyborg couldn't understand why Gothic allowed Morgana to deny him anything when Cameron herself certainly wouldn't, and she didn't think that she ever would no matter how many software updates she went through.
As they had sex, Cameron sensors were constantly monitoring Gothic's body temperature, heart rate and breathing rate. They were all elevated, but within acceptable parameters given what they were doing right now.
Cameron could focus on many things at one, and her main focus was on the fact that Gothic's penis was currently embedded in her vaginal passage. He had inserted it in there exactly 143 seconds ago.
The cyborg had control over her body in ways that no human could match, and she used this feature to keep her pussy as enjoyable as possible for her master. Not being sufficiently tight would result in insufficient friction as Gothic moved his cock in and out of her, which would reduce his pleasure.
This would not normally be a major concern as Cameron's first priority is Gothic's safety, not his pleasure. However the Terminator understood that sexual release was important for human males and so she put a lot of effort into making it as enjoyable as possible.
Also Cameron understood that if he failed to find this activity pleasurable, he may instead decide to engage in sexual intercourse with one of his other companions, rather than with her.
Which sometimes did happen, but Gothic had sexual intercourse more often with Cameron than anyone else, and she intended to ensure that this remained true as it was also her job to keep the Jumper happy.
As Gothic worked the muscles of his lower body, Cameron calculated the speed of his thrusts, as this was a good indication of how close he was to finishing. Unlike other females the cyborg cared nothing for own pleasure, as while she could feel, the objective of sex was to please Gothic by making sure he had his orgasm inside before too much time went by.
She was aware that the average frequency of Gothic's thrusting increased as he approached orgasm, she was almost always able to predict exactly when her master would achieve orgasm, and this allowed her to encourage the action verbally at the right time.
Cameron could react to outside stimuli, and this included pain and pleasure responses to an extent, this both allowed her mimic humans and to provide some instinctive protection in dangerous environments.
As such she did enjoy sex. However, it would endanger her mission if she were ever to be incapacitated by either agony or ecstasy: therefore the sensations were not nearly so overwhelming as those she has observed in humans, and she had an override function that could cut them off entirely if required.
She had no need to engage that override at present, so the artificial nerves within her sex organ were reporting the sensations of friction and pressure as pleasant ones, despite the fact that a human woman would not be enjoying this action as Gothic was being too rough.
As a cyborg Cameron was much sturdier than other females, and had been made to enjoy this type of fucking. The Jumper was physical stronger than most humans and as such had couldn't be to forceful while having sex with his more fragile companions. Not that he'd do any real harm, but they would find the experience uncomfortable.
Cameron was also pleased when Gothic fucked her because it meant that she keeping him safe while contributing to his mental and physical health, which was her whole reason for existing. In short, she was fulfilling her mission, which is the deepest source of satisfaction programmed into her.
Upon hearing Gothic say something rather dirty Cameron scrolled through her list of responses; none of them seemed quite adequate to express her submission towards the Jumper, but eventually she picked one. The entire process of choosing took her 0.13 seconds.
Some of her earlier attempts at dirty talk had been epic failures, ruining the mood for her master, lines such as: I enjoy having sex with you, and please fuck me 23 percent harder, hadn't been at all sexy. Nor had: I may not show it the same way as you, but I do feel pleasure and satisfaction when we have sex.
This time she chose right, and she could tell because Gothic was fucking her 23 percent harder, or 23.5 to be precise. Which wasn't as good as sex with the Jumper could get so she ran through her files for someway of increasing the pleasure.
Gathering the data required to better please Gothic had always a high priority for Cameron. Her memory files contained terabytes of information on human sexual activity she's personally gathered from a variety of sources.
This data let her now that that her efforts to vocalise softly, making little sighs and moans, was no longer enough, so increased the volume, now grunting and moaning like she'd heard other females do when fucked by Gothic
She began moving her hips up and down, while feeling his penis slide in and out of her, deeper and further as she pushes up to match him pushing down. Her vaginal sensors continue to report pleasurable sensations.
In the corner of Cameron's HUD, numbers appear: current time, estimated time of orgasm, and so on. Before long the counter reached zero and Gothic ejaculated deep inside her, just as Cameron wished him to.
Cameron couldn't orgasm, and she didn't bother to fake it, but she did feel a sense of satisfaction, or at least something close to it, and that was enough to make her smile. She also knew to say something dirty, and grateful sounding as well.
Her task was now complete, and she knew that it was best to say or do nothing until Gothic rolled off her and went to sleep. If he didn't fall asleep than Cameron would have to review her performance to ensure that nothing went wrong.
She didn't need to bother. Once her master was done, he was soon sleeping, which meant Cameron had performed her task, meeting her goals as expected. Now she would guard the human as he slept ensuring that no harm came to him.
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Fort Dawnguard. Skyrim.
I'd not had much time to sit down and take stock while here in the world of Elder Scrolls. Now that I had both time and space I was taking the chance to go over my computer files for this universe so that I could more effectively plan out what quests I would undertake.
I had to be careful so as not to get in the way of the Dragonborn, who the Greybeards had summoned recently, we'd heard their call even this far south, and also I didn't want to get involved with groups like the Dark Brotherhood or the Thieves Guild.
My current plan was still to join the College of Winterhold, should the world not come to an end. However all of that business could wait for now. I needed to start writing down more of what I could remember so that I could make better use of my time here.
Gauldur Blackblade It can be obtained in the ruins of Folgunthur by defeating Mikrul Gauldurson during the quest "Forbidden Legend"
There was also a bow if I recalled correctly that could be found in Geirmund's Hall. I didn't use a bow, but Forestwind did and her current one wasn't enchanted. Going there wouldn't be too much of a detour.
Aside from acquiring some more magical items I'd been considering a new look, one that incorporated the enchanted mask I'd gotten from one of the dragon priests. I was now picturing myself in something like what Darth Revan wore, light armour and robes, along with a mask.
The fact that I was even considering wearing such a thing just went to show how much my tastes had changed over the decades, and while it was natural for tastes to change over time I knew that being on this Jump Chain had changed me in ways I couldn't understand.
These days when I wasn't in my Dawnguard armour I wore variations on the outfit I'd designed for the Star Wars Jump. Which was a mixture of more modern style clothing and knightly armour.
I'd wear chain mail armour, worn under a black greatcoat. And my clothing would be made from thick layers of the Kull warrior material. I'd wear good solid boots, black trousers, and finger-less leather gloves.
This new outfit, assuming I made it, the robes would be made from Kull warrior material, and I'd find away to make use of superior chain mail material, but at the moment I couldn't fully picture what that would look like.
Not that it really mattered as for now I could keep wearing my Dawnguard armour over a layer of Kull Warrior material while ensuring that I was protected by Kinetic barriers and other defences.
What I should focus on was the vampire crisis and the fact that I'd upset Morgana. I was sure that she'd forgive me, but it might be wise of me to acquire a magical item for her as a gift to show that I did think about her when I was off having adventures.
The Ring of Pure Mixtures was a rare artifact that Frida's husband, the previous owner of the shop The Mortar and Pestle, which was situated in Dawnstar, had searched for many years. He'd died without ever having found it.
Thanks to use of the Asgard memory stone, a cool little tool that I hadn't need to use for some time, I recalled that the ring could be found in Forsaken Cave, which I felt sure was near Windhelm, and Forestwind should know where it was.
I would go into the cave and recover the ring for Morgana, it was a tool for alchemy and would serve her well as she learned that craft. Plus obtaining this ring for her would be a reminder of my affections towards her.
With this in mind I decided to head out now with my group so that I could gather the items before I got super busy trying to stop the vampires from destroying the world. I needed to find that Moth Priest sooner rather than later, so I little time to waste.
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Shor's Stone. Skyrim.
While we were going after the Moth Priest I'd decided to drive around in my armoured transport rather than to use the probes to teleport as this allowed for detours, and there was point me having come to this land if I didn't actually see it.
Sure there was a chance that I'd lose the Moth Priest to the vampires by not going directly to Dragon's Bridge, but I doubt that given how fast my Mako was, and if needs be I'd go south and get one from their temple.
Our first stop was a mining settlement named after the Nordic Chief of Gods: Shor. The town was situated on the Northern end of The Rift meaning that it wasn't too far from Riften, at least by Mako.
The main resource of Shor's Stone was Ebony, which was a rare metal in this land, and it something that I wanted to get a sample of before moving on. Ebony was a hard, durable, black substance that was said to be the petrified blood of a god. I didn't know if that was true, but I'd love to examine it.
I sought out the local blacksmith and asked him if he had any knowledge of working with ebony, which he did, and while I knew a lot about smithing I didn't know about working with ebony so I was eager to learn more.
"Tell you what, stranger" said the smith "You and your friends clear out Redbelly Mine and I'll tell you everything I know about working ebony, and even give you a sample of the ore for your own work".
Since that was a fair deal my companions and I headed into the mine, and right away we figured out that it was overrun with frostbite spiders because some of them attack us. Cameron withdrew a hand held disruptor and vaporised the beasts before they got anywhere near me.
"Stay here" instructed the terminator "I will deal with the pests".
Forestwind and I stayed at the top of the mine while Cameron got to work. Serana was remaining inside the Mako in order to avoid the sunlight.
"Don't vaporise the big one!" I called out "They might want proof it was dead, so use your sword!".
This would no trouble for my bodyguard as she now had a cool magic sword, and this would be a good time to try it out.
"I don't think you should strip us and chain us up in here to do some mining" the Bosmer said.
Hearing this confused me.
"You were picturing it when you were creating me" the Bosmer explained "I guess that Jump Chan read your thoughts so that she could get a better idea of who you wanted me to be".
I had been fantasising about naked girls doing mining when coming with Forestwind. The fact that Jump Chan was reading my mind should have bothered me, but given what had happened on my Jumps so far it didn't bother me and nor did it surprise me.
Once Cameron was done clearing out the mine, which didn't take long as it wasn't that big we headed out into the fresh air and I sought out the smith.
"You're already done?" he asked.
I nodded.
"My groups dealt with frostbite spiders before" I said to the man "You might want to get some people in there to clear out any egg sacs we missed".
The smith was impressed, and soon started giving me my reward
"Ebony can only be worked when heated" he started the lesson by saying "It will develop small cracks that eventually shatter the material if hammered cold. Unlike most other armors, Ebony will not alloy with iron. It must be used pure".
While I knew that Cortana was recording all of this I made sure to play close attention. This knowledge could prove very useful in the future.
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Geirmund's Hall. Skyrim.
Since it was still a sunny day Serana had decided to stay in the Mako while the rest of us went into the creepy looking cave in order to do some Dungeon Delving. She could have come with us as the exposer to daylight would have been limited, but she chose not to.
"Not much of a hall, is it?" Cameron said
"What do you mean?" asked Forestwind,
"This place is called a Hall, but it doesn't look anything like a hall," Cameron explained "It's more of a… a hole. Or just a cave".
No one responded to this, so we proceeded further in. Looking around it became clear that this place was no Bleak Falls Barrow that was for sure.
Upon entrance, the only immediate threat was a swarm of skeevers, basically giant rats that lived the darker, danker places in Skyrim, as most rats generally do. On their own, they didn't pose much of a threat but the trouble was they were never alone and they carried debilitating diseases on their teeth which would catch if you were bitten.
Luckily, the three of us were more than a match for them and they had been swiftly reduced to vapor before they could even sink their teeth into our flesh. Not that they could have bitten use through our armour.
After that we all jumped down the big hole that Cameron had been commenting on before, an began wading until we found a room. There wasn't much in the room, just a few urns and a soul gem which we did take.
The next room contained a puzzle which was easy enough to solve. The symbols on the left wall had to be matched with those on the left side of the cave and the same for the right side. After we had lined up eagle, dolphin, snake, dolphin, the door opened for us and we proceeded on
In the next part of this dungeon we each took on a draugr that came to meet us. Fortunately, they was still no match for me. I avoided a blow, pulled out my own lightsaber and drove it into the chest of the undead thing.
Amazingly that didn't end the fight and the undead thing said something to me that I couldn't understand because I didn't think it was making any sense. I suspected that draugr had been mummified to some extent and that it had no heart to destroy.
I retorted with my telekinetic powers sending him flying off my weapon. This time the undead thing didn't say or do anything. I'd broken the thing's next, and that did seem to matter.
In the main chamber we found the body of the Arch-Mage Geirmund, who lay inside a cold stone slab before what I assumed to be exit. Luckily, he wasn't moving around like his fellows.
"This doesn't seem right" I muttered.
Dungeon diving in Skyrim normally took longer than this, there should be more traps and creatures to fight, or simply more rooms. I'd noticed the lack of loot when compared to the game, and I'd put that down to other adventures getting here before me, but this was different, it was as if the real Skyrim was both bigger and smaller than it should be.
Perhaps it was just my exceptions that had been either too big or too small. Real life had a way of disappointing you while also some times being more bizarre than fiction. I'd learned that lesson a few times in my travels.
Just then the coffin lid was kicked off and horn-helmeted, heavily armoured draugr emerged from the coffin, before drawing an ancient sword and leering at us. I could see a glowing amulet hanging around his neck. While I'd not come for that I would take it as I might have time to unite the pieces of the amulet before leaving this world.
"Sigdis Gaulderson, I presume" I said "We're here for your bow".
Rather than reply the undead thing vanished in a flash of purple light the instant we tried to rush him. I could have sworn I heard him chuckle at us as he did.
"Where is he?" Forestwind wondered.
"There!" Cameron called out as she pointed at "Also there, and there".
On each of the three platforms, there was a draugr that looked identical to the Gaulderson. From this distance though, it was impossible to tell which one was the real one. And since the undead barely registered with the Force I didn't bother trying to detect the real thing.
"Duck!" I ordered.
As my females did as they were told at least two of the drauger were drawing bows, and I threw my lightsaber, triggering the blade after it left my hand, and destroying a copy almost instantly whilst a moment later I struck down the other. The last one had to be the real thing, and my saber was just about to cut the undead thing in half.
"FUS-RO-DAH!"
The use of the Unrelenting Force sent me staggering to the floor, along with my companions. By the time we recovered, our foe had vanished, but we only had to wait a few seconds before he reappeared, once again making copies of himself.
Cameron and my Bosmer took two of them out with arrows and energy blast fired from a disruptor as I recovered my weapon, but we were again brought to the ground from the use of his shout, giving him enough time to teleport away again.
However the third time he teleported in with copies, one of the Sigdis's we hit was the real one, as he staggered as I slammed him with the Force.
"Cameron shoot him... damn it, not again!" I said.
He vanished just as we prepared another attack. We tried quickly to take out the copies, but he was just moving too fast for us to get a good shot at him, keeping us confused and annoyed.
"How are we supposed to hit him when we don't even know which one he is?" asked the Bosmer.
Rather than reply I let go, surrendering control of my body, and I threw my lightsaber once again, and this time the blade ended up removing the head of the real monster.
I waited a few moments to make sure he wasn't somehow still going, and then went over to the body. Doing my own dirty work for once, I reached out my telekinetic powers and plucked the amulet fragment off his neck stump, placing it my pouch of holding. I could feel its power, but it was complete yet, and perhaps never would be.
After that I recovered the bow that we had come here for, and handed it over Forestwind, whose smile let me know that she very much like her new toy, and that she would find a way to thank me for it later on.
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Dragon Bridge. Skyrim.
After parking the Mako nearby so that noise of it wouldn't drive the locals in a frantic state, they'd likely think that some massive monster was about to attack, my women and I approached the settlement on foot.
While it wasn't yet night time the sun was low enough in the sky that Serana could move about comfortably, and so she'd decided to join us. Again I had to wonder what would become of her after we prevented the vampire crisis. She wasn't exactly close to her family and her father would have to die, so should I offer to take her with me?
I had no love for vampires, but Serana wasn't like the others that I'd encountered. Plus there was a cure for condition, and if she took it, she'd still have value to me as she was an experienced magic user. But this was still something to worry about later.
The small village was fairly quiet, only a few people were about people doing their errands, and there were a few guards patrolling. I decided to try my luck with one of the guardsmen.
"Yes stranger?" the guard said before I could speak "How may I help you?".
I felt certain that the man I was looking for was around here somewhere.
"Do you know anything about a Moth Priest visiting Dragon Bridge?" I inquired "The Dawnguard need his help".
As luck would have it I was right.
"Ah, so that was a Moth Priest eh" the guard said "He rode through town not long ago with an escort of soldiers. They headed south if that helps".
I thanked the guard and soon I was running, the others following me as I ran in the direction the guard had told us to go. I knew that the Moth Priest was in danger, and that I had to get to him quickly so I called up the Force.
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Road. Skyrim.
Soon we came across an overturned carriage, a dead horse and a few equally dead Imperial Guards. Also there was a empty pile of clothes nearby which suggested that someone had slain a vampire, and that the ashes had blown away in the wind.
"Looks like an ambush" I muttered.
Given the damage done and the dead guards I guessed that a few vampires had been involved. Strong ones too as overturning a carriage wasn't as easy as most people might imagine it to be.
"Gothic, come and take a look at this!" Serana called out.
Quickly I walked over to the vampire, and she held out a piece of paper, which I then read.
'I have new orders for you. Prepare an ambush south of Dragon Bridge. Take the Moth Priest to Forebears Holdout for safekeeping until I can break his will. Malkus'
On the back of the letter was a map which showed the bridge and the Holdout, which was very fortunate for us as it wasn't too far.
"Cameron go and get the Mako, and then met us at Forebears Holdout" I instructed.
Other than myself, Cameron was the only one in my group that could drive the Mako having learned at a very fast pace just by watching me. Plus she knew not to terrorise the locals with it.
"The rest of us will find the Moth Priest" I said.
With that we are on the move again.
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Forebears Holdout. Skyrim.
Serana, Forestwind, and I entered the cave to find a huge passage, after that there was a cavern and some stone architecture. Which was pretty standard from what I remembered from playing the game. A lot of Skyrim societies seemed to have built underground, either that or a lot of civilisation had been buried by time.
Without being seen Serana. Forestwind and I were able to observe some vampires who were further inside this underground place, and we saw two of those evil hound things which were much closer to the entrance. I also spotted a magical barrier in the distance.
"Take out the dogs first" I ordered "and try not to make any noise while you do it.
The dog things immediately died. Thanks to a well aimed arrow and a very sharp ice spike.
"Follow me" was my next command.
I quietly killed, or at least disabled, two vampires by snapping their necks with my mind powers before making it up the stairs of a tower, and doing that allowed me to see three vampires who were standing in front of a magical barrier. I saw that there was a man in white robes trapped within the magical spell. I guessed the poor sod was the Moth Priest.
"How much longer can you keep this up, Priest?" I heard an Orc vampire say "Your mind is strong, but you're exhausted from the struggle".
As the vamp talked, Serena, Forestwind and I began to move closer to the three blood drinkers. They were so focused on the Priest that they hadn't even noticed the dogs or their fellow vampires being killed.
"Must resist…" the man inside the barrier moaned.
He was putting up a good effort, but judging by the strain in the man's voice he wouldn't last much longer.
"Yes, I can feel your defences crumbling" the undead Orc was now saying "You want it to end and to give in to me. Now acknowledge me as your master!".
Senara, Forestwind and I were now much closer, but not quite ready to strike.
"Yes… master…"the man said.
The Moth Priest had stopped struggling.
"We attack now" I decided "One each, the Orc is mine".
Serana had already sprang out from our hiding place, rushed into battle and engaged them. Serana shot bolts of lightning and used ice spikes against one the vampires. She managed to kill one very quickly and my Bosmer used her new bow to with the other, so soon there was just the Orc left to worry about.
Since I needed to refill the black star I cast soul trap and then as the vampire charged me I drove him his knees by breaking the bones in his legs with my near-ascended powers. After that I took out my lightsaber and removed his head. His soul went into the artefact that I moved to my free hand.
"I can bring down this barrier" Serana said.
The magic barrier started to dissipate.
"And since he's enthralled, expect him to try and kill us," Serana warned me.
Serana was right. After the barrier disappeared, the Moth Priest moved to attack.
"I serve my master's will" the man said "But my master is dead, and his enemies will pay!".
The Moth Priest charged at us, and was getting ready to launch a fireball by the looks of things, but I got to him faster before he could and slapped him across the face. The old man fell to the ground. I felt bad about hitting an old man, but had needed to be done.
"Wait stop, I yield!" the Moth Priest cried out as he regained his senses. That… wasn't me you were fighting. I could see through my eyes, but I could not control my actions".
I'd figured that a good shock to the system, like a slap across the face would snap him out of it since the priest had been able to resist so well I'd guessed that the control over him wasn't that strong.
"Thank you for breaking that vampire's hold over me," the Moth Priest then said.
I helped the old man up off the ground.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Yes, I am thanks to you" he answered "My name is Dexion Evicus. I'm a Moth Priest from the White Gold Tower. These vampires claimed that they had some purpose in store for me, but they wouldn't say what. Probably to ransom me, the fools".
I knew this wasn't the case so I explained some of what was really going on.
"They didn't want you for ransom" I told the old man "They wanted you for the very same reason we do".
Naturally the Moth Priest became concerned.
"You do?" Dexion asked "What do you want with me?".
Again I explained at least part of what was going on.
"We're with a group known as the Dawnguard" I told Dexion "and we need you to read an Elder Scroll".
The man's expression went from one of concern to an almost child like wonder.
"You have an Elder Scroll? Remarkable!" Dexion shouted "If my knowledge does not fail me, I recall that the Dawnguard was an ancient order of vampire hunters. I will be happy to assist you by reading your Elder Scroll. Just tell me, where do I need to go?".
From what I knew, the Dawnguard had been forgotten for a long time, so for this man to know of that group meant he'd been very well educated.
"The rest of us are Fort Dawnguard, in Dayspring Canyon" I told the man "But I think its best if we go with you in case another group of vampires kidnap you again".
This offer was accepted.
"Very well, lead on," Dexion replied "and on the way you can tell me why you have a vampire working with you and what world you come from".
I wondered what he'd make of the Mako when he saw it.