Dragonborn Gothic 1 - World-Eater
Part 4
Riverwood. Skyrim.
Since Delphine had separated from me not long after we exited Bleak Falls Barrow, and because I was so tired, I was glad that the trip back to Riverwood was totally uneventful. Although the trip did back take a while because I simply wasn't willing to move my feet quickly.
It was nearing sunset by the time I returned to the village, I was sore and hungry but I was also feeling a strange sense of satisfaction. I had completed the quest, I had the quest item, some loot, and I'd become stronger, so all in all I'd had a good time. I would have gone with great time, only the bandits, the undead and the huge scary spiders had sucked some of the fun out of the day.
While I wanted to head for the inn right away so I could take off my armour, get something to eat and crawl into a reasonable clean bed. I decided that I would return the claw first as I knew it would mean a lot to owner of the trade store, and the reward I could use to buy myself a decent meal without draining what little funds I had right now. Then tomorrow I could sell my loot.
"You're back!" a voice called out.
Lucan sounded surprised as I walked into his shop.
"Don't sound so shocked or I might start thinking you weren't expecting me to come return".
After saying that I put the claw on the counter before him.
"The claw! I can't thank you enough for bringing it back to us," he said as he grinned at me happily.
"You're welcome" I said.
Soon the item was back in its proper place.
"Find anything else while you were up there?" the businessman asked of me.
I felt certain that his intention was buy a few artefacts from me as cheaply as possible so that he could re-sell them for a profit to someone who passed through and wouldn't know where they were form. Not that this was a bad thing, the man had to make a living.
"Not much up there but dusty bones and really old weapons," I said with shrugged, in an attempt to seem causal about the whole thing "But I did find a few things that I might want to sell. I'll pop by tomorrow and let you take a look".
The store owner seemed pleased by this, on top of also being happy about getting his claw back.
"I'm sure that we can make a good deal" the man said as he handed me a coin purse that felt delightfully heavy. "Here's the payment for the claw. Oh, and Camilla told me that she wanted to repay you for helping us, too. She's been cooking something up".
Well I wouldn't pass up on dinner, a home cooked meal would at least save me a few coins.
"How kind of her," I said "And where might she be?".
"She's upstairs," the merchant replied a motioned to the stairs and began walking to the door. "Tell her to lock up once you leave".
Before I could ask where he was going he was gone, so I made my way up the stairs to find Camilla sitting at a table as she worked on her needlecraft. Which I'd seen her doing before, and since her brother ran the store I figured that maybe she didn't have much else to do.
She smiled when she saw that it was me who had come up the stairs, but that quickly turned into a frown when she looked up and down, seeing the state of me. I wasn't just dirty, I had bruises and cuts as well. Plus my hair had to be all messy.
"You're hurt," she stated, before getting up and walking over so that she could inspect the damage "Here, let me take a look at you".
It was at this point that I realised that she was dressed in a simple slip-on nightgown, and unless it was a trick of the nearby candlelight, she had on nothing else.
"Don't worry" I said "I'll heal".
She studied me for a moment before nodding and beckoning me to follow her. I did and she led me to stand with her by the bed before spinning around and pressing another kiss to my lips. Because of the height I had on her she was forced to stand on her toes and pull me down ever so slightly. I was a little taller than most of the people around here, with a few exceptions.
I pulled back after a moment and gave her a somewhat sheepish smile. This was going a bit too quickly for me. I'd thought we were having dinner, and that the kissing, if there was any would follow the meal, seemed like this woman wanted to skip ahead. Mind you I had helped her quite a bit, and from what I remembered about the romance of this game the women in Skyrim were impressed by deeds not romantic gestures.
Her lips were incredibly soft I noted as we started kissing some more, at least in comparison to my own, and once the surprise wore off I found that she'd started to undo the straps of my armour without become aware of what she doing, at least not at first. I didn't fail to notice for too long as iron armour hitting the floor makes quiet a noise.
My hands began exploring her barely-clothed body, and when I squeezed her bum she pulled back once again, though this time I found my mouth chasing hers. Then I thought she might try to stop me from having more fun, but as it turned out she was just having some trouble getting parts of my armour off.
I helped her, as I did something occurred to me that could be way more of a dampener on the evening than the hard to take off clothes.
"What's to stop your brother from suddenly showing up and killing me in a fit of over-protective rage?" I asked.
Since I had two sisters I would totally understand her brother going mental on me if he saw this. Although him murdering me seemed unlikely, it was far more likely that I would simply be barred from this place, and that would be a downer as I did a lot of business here, or at least planned to.
"He'll be gone for the night. He does that sometimes," she explained as she finally got the last of the straps and buckles undone "He thinks that I do know that he sneaks off to see that widow".
The real Riverwood was only a village, but it was still larger than the game version so naturally there were homes filled with people I knew nothing about.
"Finally!" she said
Well someone was eager, very eager. Not that this was so odd as it might seem to be I had to be the most interesting and sexy man she'd ever met. I was after all the Dragonborn, or at least I strongly believed this to be the case, plus I real life adventurer. So it made sense to me that she wanted to get my kit off.
"Lift up your arms," I commanded in what I thought to be a firm, yet gentle tone.
She did as I instructed, though I also noticed a fierce blush lighting up her cheeks and she suddenly couldn't look me in the face anymore. I enjoyed this, having this woman obey me. I barely knew her, but it was clear that she couldn't resist me.
I pulled the nightgown off over her head, dropping it to the ground next to my armour and took in the sight of her naked body. She wasn't ugly by any measure, but neither was she that attractive, she was however warm and soft, which I liked.
"Having second thoughts?" she asked quietly,
She was trying to sound as if she was joking, but ultimately coming across as insecure. I could tell she was trying very hard not to cover herself with her hands.
"No," I answered honestly.
My penis would not allow that. I was going to bone this woman that I barely knew. Which was odd for me, but compared the rest of strangeness in my life I didn't give my changing attitude towards sex much in the way of thought.
With the awkwardness at least temporarily forgotten, she pulled me towards her and kissed me again. As my hands got moving I noticed how her skin felt warm, to the touch so soft and smooth when compared to my own.
She seemed mostly interested in just one part of my body, and my own hands soon found their way to her breasts. They felt absolutely amazing in my palms as I kneaded and squeezed them. A quiet moan reached my hearing, followed by a slightly louder one when my fingers found her nipples. Since I wanted to her that sound some more I soon focused all of my attention on her hardened nipples and the dark areola surrounding them.
Before I knew it my lips and tongue were attacking her very sensitive nipples. The taste of her skin was pleasant enough, she'd clearly bathed recently. Perhaps she'd done so expecting me to be here this very evening. If so I was grateful for the effort she'd gone to, and I wishing that I'd had the chance to take a bath. Not that my new friend seemed to mind the state I was in. Maybe she liked rough and rugged looking men.
Loud moans soon filled the air, and her hands very suddenly left my erection alone and she was soon running her fingers through the tangled mess that was my hair. She held me tightly to her chest as my mouth did its work, and I let one of my hands moved down to her cunt. Which I started playing with.
"No, don't stop, please," she begged.
I did stop and I pushed her onto the bed, but not in a very forceful way, and I looked down at her naked form. The foreplay was done with, I was going in for the main event. I slowly guided myself into her, and loud moans came pouring out her mouth as I pushed deeper and deeper into her pussy.
Before long I pulled out until I was barely inside her, then pushed back in in a slow, steady motion. I kept my movement slow and steady to begin with, intending to speed up once she'd gotten use to my cock being inside her. Which didn't take long.
"Faster," she encouraged.
I happily obliged, speeding up my thrusts time. She continued urging me to move faster and harder until I was all but pounding into her and soon enough she had stopped being able to speak in any coherent way, words were replaced with moaning and grunts of pleasure.
Seconds bled into minutes, which became time which was impossible to track as I fucked her in a way that felt very animal. She clawed at my back, adding to the wounds I already had, and sooner that I was she would have liked I let out a noise that sounded almost like a growl as I filled up her cunt my cum.
I pulled out, no doubt making a mess of her bed as I did, and rolled to fall to the covers next to her. Neither of us said a word for a while, as breathing became very important to us. Despite having done the work, and the long day I'd had, I recovered first, and I propped myself up on an elbow so that I could look at Camilla.
"When are you leaving?" she asked.
I gave it some thought.
"Probably within the next couple of days" I said.
I had no when the dragon I was suppose to slay would attack that watchtower, it happens as soon as the dragonstone was delivered to the court wizard when playing the game. However this was not a game, and I'd gone off script by teaming up with Delphine before you make contact with her in the game, so now events might not happen the way there were suppose to. I might have thrown things totally of whack, or if the gods of this world, the Divines were involved, they might have a hand in things and make sure they happened a certain way.
"Will you be coming back?" she asked.
Of course she would want that.
"Oh, I'm sure someday I'll come back and visit," I said with a smile "It isn't often I find a woman who's actually willing to put up with me".
That was when I noticed something. A powerful smell.
"I really hope that isn't me stinking up the place" I said.
It was not.
"My stew!" Camilla yelled out.
Without bothering to dress she got out of bed and made her way over the fireplace. I watched her move about while nude, and while that was a pleasant sight I really hoped that the stew wasn't ruined as now I was even more hungry than ever.
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Riverwood. Skyrim.
It wasn't long after dinner that we started going at it again, and I was amazed that I was still awake nevermind able to perform. I knew that I would pay for this later, but for now I simply didn't care.
Without much effort I pulled down the nightgown she'd put back on and soon her nails scraped down my chest and stomach, and before long a quiet moan escaped my throat as one of her hands tightly gripped my hard length. She had a good grip, it was firm, but it didn't hurt. Even through the jeans, which I'd put back on, she could feel how aroused I had quickly become.
I let one my own hands slip down her body so that I could finger into her already wet folds. I was rewarded with a loud moan in my ear and a hard squeeze of my shaft. She was very sensitive in all the right places, and liked to be touched.
Between her hand stroking my hard cock, which she had freed from my trousers, and my fingers which were working inside her, it was more or less a toss-up for who would last longer. I wanted to cum inside her, but she seemed content to do this way.
Taking control of the situation I spun her around so that she had to steady herself on the nearby wall. While she did that I reached around to her front and carefully pushed a finger back into her slick heat while my other hand rather roughly grasped her breasts. She let out a quick, and not that loud, scream of pleasure, more of yelp than anything else.
Before long a second finger slipped into her, and I judged that she was more than ready for another good pounding. Her hand guided me to her entrance, which signalled her agreement, and I pushed my throbbing member into her while I kissed her neck in a way that should arouse her more.
She let out a harsh moans and then curses of some kind escaped her mouth between her gasps and moans. I didn't know if she was mad at me or if she was a naughty girl with a foul mouth, but she made no move to stop me from fucking her so I kept going.
My hands latched onto her waist in a hard grip as part of a desperate attempt to push myself harder and deeper into the warm place my cock loved so much. It began to take every ounce of self-control I could muster to stop myself from taking things to far and actually hurting her.
Her moans and cries grew steadily louder, quickly drowning out any sound I was making. I focused on pleasing myself with her body without slamming her into the wall, which was tricky, and the noises she was making didn't help at all.
Again I was sure that it was sooner than she would have liked, but I'd had a very long day and my body was telling me I needed to sleep so I decided to finish up and once again fill her cunt with my seed. I should have worried about birth control, however I no longer had the energy to care about such things.
I drew myself out from her well used fuchhole and let myself drop into a nearby chair. She turned around, looked at me and smiled wearily, her body was covered sheen of sweat and her chest heaving with each gasp of breath she drew. My recovery wasn't going to come faster than hers this time.
"That was certainly more...energetic than last time," she said.
I watched her touch a tentative hand to her crotch and wince slightly and caught a glimpse of the mixed fluids coating her fingers.
"Well I don't think I've ever been fucked like that before" she said.
So I'd leave any impression if nothing else.
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Riverwood. Skyrim.
Since I was now flush with cash, having sold off my loot, and been richly rewarded for recovering the golden claw I'd decided to upgrade my armour from iron to steel armour. Which the local blacksmith needed some time to sort out a suit of armour as while they had pouches of holding the armour here didn't magically resize to fit the wearer. So he'd taken my measurements and was currently working on alterations to the armour he'd made for someone who'd never turned up to claim the suit.
This left me with some free time and Camilla had asked me to chop some firewood for her. Which was the least I could do have after the night we'd had. Plus I knew that I would need to stay in top shape in order to survive in this world and chopping firewood was good exercise.
"You!" a somewhat familiar voice shouted out from behind me
I turned to see Faendal, the elf archer, and the look he gave me I would have probably found intimidating if I hadn't just yesterday taken on a powerful undead creature, albeit with help, compared to that an annoyed person who wasn't even carrying a weapon, wasn't much of a threat.
"Me," I answered back.
I had already guessed what this was about, and I would let the guy vent. He wouldn't challenge me to a fight not when he was unarmed and I had an axe, not unless he wanted to die.
"You told Camilla the letter was fake!" he shouted, as if that was some sort of crime "Now she doesn't even want to talk to me".
I couldn't help smiling.
"Sven gave me a fake letter to deliver and say was from you, and I told her about that one, too," I informed the elf "You should have just been honest with her".
"And what gave you the right to interfere?" he demanded to know.
Well nothing really. This wasn't my world.
"I just did what any decent person would have done" I said.
For a moment I thought he actually might try and hit me. It would have been a foolish move, since I could kill him with the axe I still had in my hands, or at least badly wound him. Instead, he just took a deep breath as he foughr to calm himself.
"You haven't heard the last of this," he muttered in a tone that was likely supposed to be threatening.
He started walking away.
"True, I still have to wait for Sven to come and bitch at me about this" I grumbled.
Of course I all but ran into him as he came out of the Riverwood Trader. He was looking a little upset, and this time I had an armful of firewood so I would be less able to defend myself should this come to blows.
"You!" he shouted.
"Me!" I yelled back.
That actually stopped him in his tracks, but not for long.
"You told her about the letter!" he accused.
He made it sound as if I was the bad guy in this.
"You know this wouldn't have happened if either of you had decided to just man up and actually talk to the woman about how you feel" I said "But instead of doing the right thing you decided to try tricking her. What would you have done if she'd found out later?".
Stuff like this often came out into the open, and normally at the worst possible time.
"I won't let you make a fool out of me" he said.
While he spoke I saw his hands clenched into fists.
"How about we settle this like men" he said.
Why was violence always the solution to problems around here?
"You mean like this" I said.
I dropped the firewood on to his feet, which distracted him long enough so that he had no chance of blocking the punch that knocked him to the ground. Now I stood over him, ready to continue if he made it seem like I should. However he decided to sulk away, and leave me to pick up my firewood, which was good because the locals were rather good at punching each other in the face were as I was really not up for that.
"Hello, my friend!" Lucan called out as I walked in "What can I do for you today?".
As I deposited the firewood on the pile, I wondered why he was acting as if this was the first time he'd seen me since last night. Perhaps he just wanted to pretend that I hadn't spent the night here, if so I was happy to go along with that.
"Actually, I was wondering if you had any spellbooks" I said
He turned around and knelt down to search through a small bookshelf.
"I might have something" he told me "but if you're really interested in learning magic, you should probably go to the College of Winterhold".
Yeah it would be awhile before I got around to going there. Since I already knew where the Elder Scroll was there was no need for me to seek entry into that place.
"I have a couple spellbooks. Hopefully they'll be of help to you" he said.
One was for healing, the other was for the flames spell. Both would be useful.
"How much will these cost?" I asked the dreaded question.
Lucan rubbed his chin.
"You know I've had these for years" he said "I don't think anyone else will ever by them so just give me what you can spare".
I gave him what I could.
"Thank you," I said.
I suspected that until now he'd been ripping me off and felt bad about it. Or maybe he'd already made a decent profit on the stuff I'd brought back with me from the Barrow.
Before I could sit down and start reading the books Camilla came down the stairs, and gave me sly smile when she saw me.
"Brother, isn't almost time you were leaving?" she asked.
He looked out a window, his eyebrows shooting up when he realised that it was already getting dark. This day had just flown by, although it my case that was because I'd slept through most of it.
"How time flies," he said as he headed for the door "Have a nice night".
"He seemed to be in a bit of a rush," I said offhandedly.
Hopefully it wasn't because he wanted to get away from me.
"Yes, he did," she agreed "I have to wonder if I'll have a sister-in-law soon".
That better not be a hint about marriage because there was no chance of that happening. I wasn't going to get married to a woman I'd met only days ago, and it quite possible that I'd be dead soon.
"I have something for you upstairs" I was told.
Before long I headed up to see what it was.
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Riverwood. Skyrim.
My surprise turned out to be a hot bath, which was most welcome as I'd not bathed for days, and I knew now that she'd sent me off to get firewood so that she could prepare a bath, which was a big chore when you didn't have running water, and without me knowing what she was up.
Another surprise was when she climbed into the bathtub with me, and began playing with my cock. She did that a lot I had noticed, not that I would complained, and even while she cleaned other parts of my body she would keep rubbing me.
"This is nice," I said, leaning back.
The water sloshed about as she as she tried to reposition herself, which wasn't easy as while the tub was long it was also narrow, but she managed to get herself on to lap, her cunt was now less than an inch from my manhood, and yet it was not close enough.
At least I could easily play with her breasts, and I fondled them much more gently than I had last time as they were tender, yet she didn't urge me to be careful, and I had to admire what a tough lady she was, and I also had to tell myself that was clearly trying to rope me into staying here.
If it weren't for the whole Dragonborn thing I might have decided to stick around for a while, after all there were worse places to be. Alas someone had to deal with the whole End of the World issue, and ever since I'd found the Word Wall it seemed clear that I was the chosen one.
After leaning forward, I captured one of her nipples in his my, and I began to kiss it, before suckling on it. When I switched over to the other, I got to listen to her moan, which was something she did a lot when I was around, and she began to rub my cock at a quicker pace.
"Please, Gothic" she whispered, her voice soft, yet full of lust. "Please, I want you in me".
I managed to drag my mouth away from her breasts, and while I was normally an ass guy, I had become oddly attached this woman's breasts, but I forced myself to ignore them. I lifted her so that tip of my dick was pressed against her.
Now it was time for the fucking so I pulled her down onto me until I was completely inside her, her soft inner folds squeezing me gently as her womanhood welcomed my entry. I then thrusted up into her even as she rolled her hips forward and back, trying to time her movements with my thrusts. Her breasts jiggled a little as they moved, and the water in the tub sloshed back and forth, spilling onto the floor.
Camilla bit the corner of her lower lip in an effort to keep silent, but every now and then her moans made it through, which only encouraged me to move faster and harder. However there was a limit to what I could do so for a change the local woman ended up doing most of the work.
She pulled me against her, doing her best to shove my face into her breasts, as she wrapped her arms around me. She pressed her face into my shoulder, whimpering as her hips moved as fast as they could. She clearly didn't care how much water ended up out of the tub and on the floor.
Even after I'd shot my baby batter deep inside her she kept going, making sure that she was satisfied. Not that she been complaining before.
"I needed that," she murmured as let go of me.
"I'm leaving tomorrow," I suddenly blurted out.
She was silent for a moment before pressing herself more tightly to me once again
"Then I'd really like you to shut up and let me enjoy this" she said.
I couldn't help laughing upon hearing that.
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Riverwood. Skyrim
This suit of armour had cost me a lot of gold, but it would be worth as it was fine set of steel, it would protect me better than the old iron stuff I'd been wearing before, and while there were no mirrors for me admire myself in, I could look at my reflection in the stream, and I figured that I looked somewhat badass.
I wasn't so sure about the helmet, but I wasn't going to go without one, I'd learned not to the hard way, and the horned one would looked more silly on me of that I felt sure.
Once I was done admiring myself I made sure once again that all my equipment was on my person, and that all the pieces of armour were in the right place, that was a good start. I'd really feel foolish if later I found out that something wasn't on right.
My new shield, also of better quality than what I used before, I had a firm grip on, and while it had seen better days it was a solid thing, and I was sure it would take many blows before it had be retired from service.
As for my enchanted sword, it was at my waist, ready to be drawn when required. I didn't know long enchantments lasted on weapons when not playing the game, however even if the magic got used up it was still a fine blade, and would serve me well.
I had refilled my quiver as well, and had my bow restrung, it had snapped during my fight with the boss in Bleak Falls Barrow, not that I'd noticed. I hoped to be able to keep using the bow, as it would be better for me to kill things from a distance rather than to let them get within arms reach.
My pouch of holding, which I had triple checked before leaving the Riverwood store, contained my healing potions, my spell books, which I would soon get around to reading, and enough food to last the rest of the day. I did have some coins left, however I was going to need that reward from the Jarl soon, or to find somehow who would exchange the old coins I'd gotten from the Barrow. No one around here would accept them despite them being gold because they didn't have enough silver to make change if I brought anything.
With no further reason to delay and much to do ahead of me I headed along the road to Whiterun, knowing that it would take me awhile to get there. Which would at least give me a chance to get used to my new armour, and at least it wasn't too heavy.