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Chapter 9
A Goblin Slayer never rests
Rated-M
M rating for mature themes, nudity, romance, violence, blood, adult themes, and of course, sex.
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Goblin Slayer blinked. "What?" He mulled the word they spoke over in his head, trying to find why it sounded strangely…
Familiar.
"Dragonborn…? Impossible…" Balgruuf muttered lowly, studying the man in front of him closely. "Could it really be true? A real live Dragonborn here with us now, in this time, this era?"
"It must be fate." Farengar stated, dusting his clothes off from the dragon shout that had been used on him. "We have not seen nor heard of a Dragonborn since centuries ago. To see one show up here and now, in Skyrim during these distressing times?"
"First the war with those damnable Stormcloaks, then the dragons coming back from the dead, and finally the appearance of a new Dragonborn? It is almost too much to believe." The Jarl muttered lowly.
"Indeed. With a Dragonborn in Skyrim, the war could shift at any moment. If the Stormcloaks learn of this, it could be disastrous." Proventus stated seriously. "Jarl Balgruuf, I believe it is imperative that the Dragonborn works with us to bring an end to this war." The man said, turning to face his great and powerful leader.
"No." Goblin Slayer muttered, cutting them off quickly. "I slay Goblins. I don't have time for a war." He explained his serious and well spoken position.
"Goblin Slayer, m-may I ask you to reconsider?" Proventus asked, shocked to hear of this.
"No." Goblin Slayer reiterated.
"B-But-?" The steward stumbled.
"I slay goblins…" He said once more, turning to glance at his dear vampire. Serena smiled up at him, a cute understanding laugh escaping her lips at his stance.
She knew what his stance was going to be before they even asked.
If it wasn't at all relevant to goblins, her loving Master didn't care. If that made him a bad man in their eyes, she didn't care.
He was a good man in her eyes.
That's all that mattered to her.
Yet. "Master. Perhaps, if the job somehow contains goblins or is related to them, we can accept their quest?" She asked thoughtfully, gently holding onto his arm.
Goblin Slayer was quiet for a long moment, staring down into her beautiful golden-red eyes as he contemplated her request.
He supposed that if there was suspicion of goblins afoot then he maybe might look into it for the Jarl…
Maybe…
Probably…
Definitely…
"Sure." Goblin Slayer stated, a soft breath escaping his lips.
"If that's all, I'll leave now." He muttered, turning to leave.
Balgruuf's jaw fell at the blatant disregard for the war, yet the words the Dragonborn spoke to him seemed to ring a bell in his head. It wasn't hard to connect the dots given to him, recalling the first words spoken to him by the man.
He called himself Goblin Slayer, and said that he slays goblins. There had to have been a serious motive behind both such a name and vitriol behind his words.
And now, seeing that he seemed to refuse anything that didn't pertain to said slaying of goblins, it was obvious to him.
If he was to get the Goblin Slayer to do anything for him, money wouldn't persuade him.
He would have to convince him that his sworn enemy, the goblins, were involved.
Of course, lying about that would likely quickly turn the man away from trusting him in the future. He needed more information, to truly see what made the Goblin Slayer tick.
Because if he didn't, he feared that his enemies may convince him to join their forces before he could.
"I see. Then safe travels, Goblin Slayer. I shall have my messengers track you down when another goblin slaying quest comes my way…" Balgruuf called out, his words reaching the armored man before he could leave.
Goblin Slayer paused by the grand doors, glancing back to the Jarl. "I see." He said, before slipping out the door.
Silence fell over the hall of Dragons Reach.
"Jarl Balgruuf… Are you sure it was a wise idea to let him leave?" Proventus asked quietly, tone dripping with concern.
The Nord leader shook his head. "I didn't let the man do anything. If he is what you say, a Dragonborn, I doubt I could force that man to do anything I tell him to. If we wish to have his assistance in the future, we need more information on him. Otherwise, I have no power over a man who wishes only to slay goblins."
Proventus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose when he realized his leader was correct.
And yet…?
Farengar watched the Goblin Slayer as he left, noticing how despite his disconnection to the world around him and his utter lack of compassion for anything related to the war, he seemed to have one more item of affection. The woman he walked with was indisputably loyal to the man, and she surely held him in the highest of regard and esteem. She was a total mystery to them, yet it was clear to him that he seemed to listen to her when she spoke.
As much as Goblin Slayer didn't take orders from anyone and do anything that didn't involve the slaying of goblins, he sure seemed to bend quickly when that woman spoke to him.
It made his mind think…
Perhaps, if he got another woman who listened to the Jarl to get that close to him, then maybe he would listen to her?
It was something to look into.
His eyes widened.
"Proventus! Who was it that Goblin Slayer was directly responsible for saving this day?" Farengar nearly shouted, approaching the man.
Taken aback by the wizard's sudden outburst, he barely had time to respond. "E-Err… Aela the Huntress, the greatest warrior of the Companions guild. I hear he was spotted carrying her like a newly married woman through the city streets. It must've been a curious sight to behold indeed." He hummed thoughtfully, holding a hand to his chin.
"Aela the Huntress? What a preposterous claim. That beast of a woman would not let a man hold her in such a manner. If such a claim is true, then I am surprised that the Goblin Slayer managed to escape with his life." Balgruuf sighed, shaking his head.
"S-Surely you jest, Jarl Balgruuf…?" Proventus gaped, sweating slightly underneath his collar.
"I'm afraid I'm not. I had to pacify a Nord warrior who had claimed for her head on a pike after she reportedly gravely wounded him for daring to touch her when she passed." The Nord leader explained. "If she has set her eyes on him, I prey he lives a long life…" He sighed.
Both men seemed to entirely miss Farengar's devious scheming eyes. "If you'll excuse me, Jarl Balgruuf, I must be getting back to my studies. I have much to learn from this stone tablet."
"Of course, Farengar." The Nord stated simply.
"Master Goblin Slayer, I almost cannot believe it. To think you would be a Dragonborn…" Serena grabbed his arm as they walked, holding it firmly between her bountiful breasts as they walked down the stairs from Dragons Reach.
"I still don't know what that is." The man muttered, casting a glance at the woman, eyes momentarily lingering on her large pale globs of flesh that were exposed by her cleavage armor.
Why she wore that, and or why someone had made it in such a manner so as to leave all of her upper breasts exposed, especially with their size made no sense to him. It would likely be far easier for her to maneuver around if they were fully covered in armor like him…
Hmm…
Yes, full plate armor, so that the goblins couldn't harm her.
He rather liked that idea.
But he was sure she had her reasons for wearing such showy and ludicrous clothing around him. For example, he was sure that no blacksmith could make an armor that would be capable of containing her chest, as massive as it was. He'd not seen another woman with a chest nearly as large since…
Well, that's besides the point.
He debated on returning to that other girl soon, perhaps to check on the farm as well as her and her uncle. She seemed to wear tight fitting clothes too, and wondered if she did so for the same reasons…
He was starting to wonder if she did so to draw his attention…
…
…
…
Preposterous…
Yet, he was curiously so as to why they drew his eye so greatly.
His hand twitched, the urge to reach out and touch them surprising him. Unfortunately it was currently trapped between her deep bountiful valley, so he couldn't sate his curiosity. "Hmm…" He hummed to himself, his eyes finally moving up to her eyes.
Her face flushed hot red underneath the surprising intensity of his gaze, noticing how his eyes had been stuck on her chest for a surprising amount of time before he faced her.
She swallowed thickly, trying to get back on track.
She could tend to those feelings he brought up from his gaze later.
"F-From what my mother told me long ago, the Dragonborn is one born with the blood of a dragon. A Dragonborn is the only one that can eat the soul of a dragon, and use their powers against them…" She explained, her flush fading away as they continued to walk.
"Oh." He muttered, glancing down to his free hand. He held it outward, inspecting it. "I feel normal." He stated, almost disappointed.
"Well, if you were born with this power, of course it would feel normal to you…" Serena said quietly, glancing up to him.
He blinked. "I see."
She sighed, shaking her head as if it couldn't be helped.
"What use is it to me…?" He asked curiously, seeing little use for this power at first glance.
"You could use it to help slay more goblins." The voluptuous vampire stated matter of factly.
He raised his hand to his armored chin, eyes narrowed. "Interesting. Use it to slay more goblins…" He muttered. "How so?"
She grinned up at him, flashing her fangs. "Perhaps there is a dragon word that will allow you to summon a giant fireball whenever you want! That way you can burn them alive in their homes while you stand safely on the outside, waiting to kill any that try to escape." She stated happily, grinning that fanged look up at him.
He stopped, almost surprised by her sudden violent response. It would've sounded deranged if they weren't speaking about slaying goblins. But since they were, it might as well have been music to his ears.
She noticed his pause, turning to him out of curiosity. That's when she found his hand on her head again, fondly patting her. "Good girl." He muttered lightly, tone…
Pleased.
"Mmmmm…." She hummed lowly, leaning into his hand.
Oh…
She could do that forever, his praise doing magical things to her body.
"Come… I am making a visit to the inn." He said, eventually pulling away as he lead her to the lower district.
"Hungry Master?" She asked curiously.
He shook his head. "No. But you are. I need to take care of you." He said simply, missing the way her eyes gleamed passionately at his words.
Although his intentions were to visit the local inn and let Serena feed from him in private before beginning their next goblin slaying quest, it seemed that fate had other plans for him. For after passing by the giant mystic tree in the center of the city, they were stopped by a group of women in golden robes.
"Please good sir, if we may have a moment of your time!" One woman asked hurriedly, standing directly in his path.
"We are the healing sisters working at the temple of Kynareth." Another introduced, bowing politely, her words soft spoken.
"We beg of you hear our plea. Are you the one they call, Goblin Slayer?" The third sister pleaded, bowing as well.
Goblin Slayer blinked, staring down at the three sisters. "Yeah." He decided on saying. "Are there goblins?" He asked seriously, his previous exhaustion vanishing at the notion of being able to slay more goblins.
"Yes! Please you must come quickly! Our servants might not make it, and the guards won't help. With the threat of giants about and the dragons, they're too occupied to render us assistance." The first and older woman explained seriously, quickly moving back to the temple.
"Please, we beg of you! Save our servants!"
"Goblin Slayer, we need you!"
Goblin Slayer stared at them all, not even taking a moment to contemplate his decision. "Lead me." He ordered, moving after them.
Serena's eyes narrowed as she followed after her man, staff firmly in her hands.
It seemed like her hunger would have to wait.
They led him to a graveyard temple, the doors to it tightly locked.
"This is the hall of the Dead, where all the Nords who fall in battle meet their final resting place. It was supposed to be a sacred burial ground… but…" The second girl spoke, trailing off.
"We are tasked with keeping the site well kept, and every week we send two of our own into the tomb to inspect for damage or missing artifacts. Thieves are known to try and pilfer around these parts." The main maiden explained. "But when our last party went in, they never returned…"
"When… W-When we went to check on them, w-we saw… t-the goblins they…" The younger girl cried, holding a hand to her mouth. "I-I-I cannot even speak of it…"
Goblin Slayer's eyes narrowed, bending down before the door to the burial chambers. There were footprints by the door, many small footprints as well.
This wasn't just a random goblin…
No.
This was a pack of goblins.
"Priests, seal the doors behind me. Don't let anything in or out." He ordered, removing the barricade as he made his way inside.
"Y-You're going alone? It's far too dangerous to-" The young priestess exclaimed.
But he wasn't playing around. "I'm Goblin Slayer, I slay goblins. That's what I intend to do here." He stated lowly, drawing his new steal long sword. "Serena, follow behind me. Use a minor fire spell to light the way." He ordered sharply.
"Yes Master." The vampire rushed in after him, a fireball appearing at the end of her dragon staff.
The door sealed shut behind them, locking them away in the catacombs…
Chapter
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