Author's Note

Okay, here's another one. I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint.

I want to make it known that I've actually never beaten Skyrim. I'm currently on my first play through with the game at around level 55 right now. The Companions is something I know not enough about, but seeing as things have been changed due to the story being a sort of crossover/mesh of Skyrim and Goblin Slayer's world, I hope that these changes or inaccuracies compared to official lore don't upset too many. Although I won't blame you if they do.

As made obvious at the beginning, Serena's story is different in this compared to the original game's story as well. It will be similar of course, but it's still all a bit AU, so to speak.

Elder Scrolls Lore is so long and complex that there's obviously going to be things I mess up or change for the sake of an easier to follow story. But I'll do my best to keep it as close to lore accurate as possible.

Okay, sorry for the rant. Just wanted to answer some questions I feel like a few people had.

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Chapter 12

A Goblin Slayer's morning with a werewolf

Rated-M

M rating for mature themes, nudity, romance, violence, blood, adult themes, and of course, sex.

Music of the day

Skyrim - Streets of Whiterun

He didn't remember falling asleep that night, nor was he even aware of where it was he ended up in the end. The last thing he remembered was shambling along the stone brick roads of Whiterun, being led along by two women.

One was Serena, that he remembered.

The other was a barbarian woman he wasn't quite sure he was aquatinted with. She looked familiar, and Serena had been complaining to him about often forgetting people and their names, so he'd been trying to cement names to faces in his mind.

It was a process that wasn't going along too well.

But, thinking about it now, he was sure that it had been the woman he saved from the giants the day before. She definitely smelled like the same woman, but he had been too exhausted to confirm it to himself.

That being said, when he finally found the energy to open his eyes, he found himself staring up at a wooden ceiling, a warm fire on the other side of the room. He was aware of another weight on his body, the familiar presence of his loyal vampire behind him. His head was once again lovingly sandwiched between her thighs, keeping him warm in the middle of the winter.

It was the the naked woman sleeping on his body that had truly drawn his attention, her brown hair and fair skin looking strikingly familiar. The war paint on her face confirmed it for him, Aela sleeping soundly on his naked lower body.

"Where's my armor…?" The first words out of his mouth were typical of him, and it managed to secure a quiet little laugh from the vampire whose lap his head was nestled between.

"Your armor is outside. Aela's companions had demanded on taking it in for repairs and upgrades for both slaying the dragon and saving her life yesterday. I-I couldn't really stop them…" She explained softly, running her delicate fingers down his exposed neckline.

He seemed to silently accept her answer, yet he found his hand unconsciously coming up to inspect his head, as if confirming that he was still wearing his helmet.

"I managed to convince them to let you keep a helmet on, although they took your old one in for repairs as well. I told them it was important to you, and they respected your privacy…" She explained after noticing his wandering hand.

What covered his face now was a steel plated helmet from a set on the wall beside him, where upon inspection he noticed the armor set was missing its head piece.

"Did you…?" He muttered, running his fingers along the edge of the strange new helmet.

"No, Master. I did not look, nor did anyone else. We were alone when I removed it, I kept my eyes closed." She explained softly, soothing his concerns.

His arm dropped back to his side, a tired sigh escaping his lips. "Thank you…" He muttered gruffly, staring up at the ceiling above.

He eventually found his gaze drawn back to the Huntress on his chest, her soft sleeping face enticing to look at for reasons he didn't quite understand. Her chin was resting comfortably on his abs, her strangely clawed fingers lightly clawing his bare chest in her sleep in a methodical rhythm, almost akin to a cat.

Studying her closely, he noticed something that he hadn't seen before.

Or, to be more specific, he noticed something that was there now that certainly wasn't before.

Two large furred wolf ears protruded from the top of her head, a thick dark brown furred tail extending out from her perky bare rear cheeks.

"She's a werewolf…" Serena whispered in his ears, answering his unspoken question for a second time that morning. "She imprinted on you when you saved her from that giant the other day, and due to her genetics, she has to stay by your side for her own health." She answered quietly, sure to not wake the sleeping monster woman.

"You've been asleep for a while, and it left us a lot of free time to talk between ourselves." The vampire said softly, her thumbs rubbing his cheeks beneath his helmet. "As a werewolf, she hates weak men, and has pushed away ever man that had ever attempted to court her. When you stepped in to save her from a battle where she was outmatched, proving to her that both your skills and your strength was above her own, she decided you would be her mate. She expressed to me that your demanding voice was what imprinted yourself in her heart."

"Werewolves respect power above everything, being as they are naturally stronger than most mortal men to begin with. To them, the idea of a man as strong as you both saving her, the strongest of the pact, and displaying your strength in battle against the dragon, you have proven your worthiness as her mate and pack leader." The vampire continued gently.

Goblin Slayer stared unblinkingly at the sleeping werewolf woman in his lap, unsure quite how to take this information.

He was Goblin Slayer, slayer of goblins and protector to women who would fall victim to those monsters. And to those who expressed a desire and need to depend on him, he was their husband.

That's how he found himself with Serena as his wife, and now he was being told that Aela needed him too, so he supposed that she was now his wife too.

"You said she needs me by her side?" He muttered in question.

"As a werewolf who has imprinted on you, she requires your scent and your presence daily otherwise her body will reject her for separating it from its mate…" Serena muttered, quirking her lips in thought. "A-At least, that is how she explained it to me." She added quietly.

She was worried that he wouldn't take it well, hearing after first waking up that he was now responsible for taking care of two women without any prior consent or communication between them. She was afraid he would be upset with her, despite how easily he'd taken to caring for her as her Master and husband.

So, when instead he sank into her lap, sighing as he tried to relax, she felt that bit of tension fade away. "I see." He muttered. "Are you… ok with this?" He asked, glancing back up to her.

She grinned widely, fangs in full display. "Oh my dear sweet Master, I am not selfish. I want above anything, for you to be happy, and I had come to terms with you acquiring multiple lovers some time ago. So long as I am your first, I do not mind, no, not at all." She cooed, cheeks flushing hotly.

"In fact, I would prefer it if you had multiple. It would make it easier to look after you if there were more than just me." She added adoringly. "And, as the mate to the strongest werewolf in the guild, that means that all of her companions are loyal to you. In my opinion, that might as well make them family…" She added lightly, staring at the cackling fire in the corner of the room.

She missed the way the Goblin Slayer's eyes widened at her words, a strange expression washing over his eyes that hadn't been there in a long, long time.

The man glanced down, staring at the sleeping wolf women with a newfound sense of fondness. He reached forward, gently rubbing the space between her furred ears. She growled softly in her sleep, sounding very content. "Family… huh?" He muttered, sounding…

Almost…

Happy?

Serena's eyes widened at his voice, sensing a level of vulnerability in it that she'd never heard before. He sounded genuinely hopeful at the idea of a large family.

As for him, staring down at the werewolf woman laying oh so happily on his chest, he couldn't shake the image that suddenly appeared in his mind. For a brief moment he saw himself in a world surrounded by people he cared for, women like Serena and Aela, and even more.

And there were no goblins in that world, free from the green skinned menaces.

That, to him, was all he wanted.

And with every single person that decided to stick by his side, surrounding him with their feelings, their thoughts, their love, he felt like he had that much more to keep fighting for.

He had that much more of a reason to live, to not throw his life away in his life's mission to rid the world of goblins.

Right now, surrounded on both sides by women professing their love for him, he couldn't shake the small yet genuine smile that graced his face.

That's the mood he was in when the werewolf herself woke up, her slitted dull green eyes staring up at him in surprise. A slow grin crept up on her lips, her tail slowly creeping up in speed as it began wagging behind her.

She bit her lips as she crawled up his bare chest, grinning as she gently pulled his helmet up just a tad, exposing his scarred pale lips. She didn't even hesitate, pressing her lips to his own, a soft moan slipping free.

She eventually pulled away, sitting up on his lap, shifting around to her comfortable. "Mmm… Good morning handsome…" She cooed, biting her lips as she gazed down at him. "I've been waiting for you to wake up, and you've kept me waiting for too long." She moaned, breathing heavily as she sat on his lap.

"Serena tells me you are a werewolf…" Goblin Slayer muttered, seemingly unaware of the intentions behind her grinding on his lap. That said, his undergarments had definitely become uncomfortably tight around his rapidly growing phallus.

"Oh did she now? I don't suppose that will be a problem, will it…?" She growled lowly, still shifting around on his groin. His eyes were drawn from her eyes and to her naked breasts, small and perky, soft pink nipples standing at attention. They were entirely different then Serena's, small and easy to hold, one per hand compared to the Vampire's oversized bosom that was at constant threat of spilling out of her clothes. Although drastically different, he found them charming in a way, and certainly wasn't objecting.

"What is a werewolf?" He asked simply, glancing down to the space between her legs where their groins met. A wet spot had appeared on his fabric covered girth, and he had suspicion that it came from the werewolf's unclaimed honeypot leaking like a river from between her thighs. He found his gaze drawn to the small patch of hair above her wet lower lips, seemingly carefully cut into the symbol of a wolf.

She blinked, thoroughly surprised. "You mean you don't know?" She asked curiously, genuinely stunned. "We are people blessed by the Daedric Prince Hircine, given special powers that make us rise above the men that walk these lands. We are strong, loyal, and we respect strength above all." She explained lowly, sliding down from his lap and to the edge of the bed.

She carefully extended her sharp black claws, gently pulling his black undergarments down, revealing his large and powerful throbbing length. She eyed it like a hungry wolf, watching as it pulsed in harmony with his heartbeat, already leaking all over itself.

"We serve as the adventurers guild of Whiterun, serving the Jarl as neutral protectors for his people and other citizens who cannot defend themselves. Due to our history as werewolves, Whiterun has remained neutral in any related political debate in the land, and no one has tried to shake that stance." She explained absentmindedly, mind focused on pumping his aching manhood with her hands, claws glinting in the light of the fire.

Up and down she went, hand's already well lubricated both by his leaking red pulsing tip, and a combination of her own spit. Her claws ever so gently seemed to glide over his length, lightly scratching his tip, the thrill of having something so dangerous so close to his most vulnerable area making his heart race in excitement.

Goblin Slayer let out a soft sigh, pleased with her ministrations on his equipment. She was not like Serena, slow and methodical with her movements. Aela was fast, slick, rough, her hands sliding up and down his girth over and over, pumping him so speedily that the wet sounds seemed to bounce off of the walls. It was an entirely different experience, and it felt strangely exhilarating to witness from the comfort of the werewolf's own bed.

She pressed her lips to the underside of the tip, sucking lightly as she pulled away, only to repeat the motion over and over again. Every time she would pull away, he felt the urge to reach forward and grab her head to pull her back down, but he managed to avoid doing such an action somehow. That isn't to say that his hand didn't twitch with a mind of its own, threatening to do just that.

She grinned a sharp toothed expression at him, seemingly sensing his pleasure as she instead traveled downwards, placing a kiss on his tight veiny swollen orbs. She could feel them pulsing against her lips, as if moments from releasing the contents of their containers. She could feel his vigor, thick and powerful, a musky smell wafting off of his large orbs that made her head spin.

She continued the motion, hands sliding rapidly up and down his pulsating phallus while she peppered his full family jewels with her kisses and nibbles over and over, until he reached his inevitable release.

The man sucked in a sharp breath as he shuddered, his fleshly apples tightening against her lips as he exploded, coating her face and her long brown locks with his powerful white seed. It took a long moment for it to slow, yet when it finally tapered off, he sank into the bed, thoroughly spent.

Aela continued pumping him through his release, and then after for a short while, taking an immense enjoyment out of helping him reach that very desirable peak, extending said peak for as long as she could. She couldn't help her excitement, face flushing in the blazing heat of passion as he thoroughly coated her face with his essence, the thick scent of it filling her senses absolutely.

It was mind numbing, tickling the deepest depths of her werewolf soul. To have herself become completely covered by her mate's scent not only served as a warning to other men to leave her be, but it told other werewolves that she had found a mate worthy of leading the entire pack.

And the best part of such a wonderful discovery was due to the reality that he was of a comparable strength without containing the blood of her kind.

He was powerful on his own, and his scent made her delicate flower sodden with desire. She reveled in it, for it made her feel complete.

A werewolf was a powerful creature, that much was true. However, a mated werewolf was a force to be reckoned with, especially when the bond was made from strength and respect.

By the gods, she wanted nothing more in that moment then to split her flower open on his white stained length and ride him until she could no longer walk, her werewolf blood was calling for it to be so.

But she wouldn't do that, and would instead uphold the promise she had made to the vampire whose thighs were currently cradling Goblin Slayer. When the time finally came, however, she would have her glorious passion filled night, and no one would get in her way.

Until then, however, she would enjoy pleasing him to the fullest.

It was a sentiment she could admit that she shared fully with the voluptuous vampire woman, the woman that had happily watched as she pleasured her man while she cradled his head on her bed.

"Goblin Slayer? Out of bed already I see. I'm surprised, it's not every day that a mere man brings down a dragon and wakes up the morning after unharmed…"

After his rather… pleasant, morning with the werewolf woman, he had been eager to return to his mission. Thankfully the blacksmith who had been commissioned to repair his armor had finished just in time, having delivered the suit to the Companions guild soon after he had awoken.

It had been more than repaired, instead upgraded from steel plates to a strange new metal that was apparently stronger than steel. The blacksmith called it Dwarven steel, its orange-gold color shining in the fire lit halls of Dragon's Reach. Much to his chagrin, the broken horns on his helmet had been repaired too, large and made from the same Dwarven steel as well, the monstrous looking horns extending skyward.

Apparently it made him look more fearsome, or at least that's what the blacksmith had told him. He had half a mind to chop them off again, but Aela had expressed her delight in the way they made him look more powerful, so he supposed that he could keep them for her sake.

Otherwise, his armor was entirely the same as it was before, merely smithed out of a newer and superior metal. Besides the odd gold color, it felt just the same as ever on him, if but just a tad bit heavier.

He supposed that was the trade off for increased resistance to attack.

Unfortunately he had lost his new steel blade, and would have to go about acquiring a new one from the blacksmith as well. He wondered if he could have one made in that strange golden metal too?

Either way, before that happened, he needed to speak with the Jarl.

With that in mind, he'd returned to Dragon's Reach to speak with Balgruuf once more and to report on both his actions within the catacombs with the goblins, and the dragon outside the city gate.

And to explain how he was not going to let anyone stop him from allowing Serena to stay by his side, despite the city's fear of vampires.

Clenching his golden fist absentmindedly, testing the new armor, he looked up to address the Nord leader. "I'm fine. I took some potions and slept." He explained lightly, getting an amused little chuckle from the cloaked vampire by his right side.

On his left stood Aela, the Huntress dressed in her seductive and revealing leather armor, cleavage and thighs on full display. She shook her head as his rather nonchalant response to the Jarl, starting to catch onto his odd mannerisms that Serena had informed her about the night prior.

As for Balgruuf, seeing the man called Goblin Slayer return with two strong women in tow was not something he'd been prepared for. As for Aela, seeing look so tamed standing quietly by the man's side was surely a sight to behold.

He never believed he'd live to see the day the beast of a woman would ever find a man she deemed worthy of her attention.

He just wondered whether or not it was a blessing or a curse that it ended up being the Goblin Slayer.

"I see…" The Nord hummed, stroking his beard in thought. He turned his attention towards the cloaked woman by Goblin Slayer's side, studying her intensely. "While I am very relieved to see you have not only survived the battle with the dragon but also brought it down yourself, I must bring up an important issue that has been brought to my attention." He explained seriously, gaze holding firmly on the trio.

"It has come to my attention that you have willingly allowed a vampire within my city walls, and she is standing here before us right this moment." He muttered lowly, glancing to Serena in particular.

The woman lowered her gaze, pulling the hood of the cloak down just a bit.

"Don't bother pretending to hide from me, for I know who it is." Balgruuf stated sharply, staring her down.

Serena nervously turned to glance at Goblin Slayer, silently asking him what he wanted her to do. He gazed at her, and after a moment nodded his head.

She hummed quietly, before turning back to the patiently waiting Jarl. Then she reached up, removing her hood. When the hood fell, all those in the Jarl's court bore witness to her vampiric glowing golden-red eyes, her sharp deadly fangs hidden by her puffy black lips, and her oddly pale supple skin.

The many guards lining the halls all drew their weapons when her true identity had been revealed, yet they didn't just yet dare approach the man. For all in attendance had seen what he was capable of, slaying a dragon in one on one combat. No one was eager to face the Dragonborn, even when he was severely outnumbered.

Even then, few were willing to face off against Aela in a battle either, her maces having been known to crush bones.

That said…

"Lower your weapons, men!" Balgruuf shouted, slamming his hand down on the armrest of his throne.

The guards all turned to stare at their wise and powerful leader, before doing as asked and lowering their blades.

"Now then, if it were anyone else I would have you dragged from these halls and hung for daring to bring a vampire of all things into my city. But… Since you have proved to me both your skills as a fighter and your ways as a man who fights for what he believes is just, I will officially offer Serena here a pardon. On one condition." He continued speaking, seeing as Goblin Slayer had remained silent.

"Considering the fact that she has not raised a finger against any of my people, nor does she appear to be a threat so far, I will allow her to continue to walk within these walls on the condition that she does not leave your side." Balgruuf sighed, resting his chin on his hand. "Considering the threat of dragons and the lingering worries that a war is soon to break out, I do not need my people fearing a vampire among their ranks. So long as you keep an eye on her, and can promise me not a single citizen will be harmed, she is free to come and go. I'm sure you must understand?" He asked lowly, glancing at the armored man.

Goblin Slayer's eyes narrowed behind his golden visor, his stance as neutral as ever before the man. This wasn't exactly how the conversation of his vampire wife was supposed to go over, yet he also supposed that it worked out in the end.

No fighting between him and the city would be ideal, and he supposed there was no reason to turn down the Nord man's offer to let her stay.

"Yeah…" He muttered, glancing to Serena. The busty vampire grinned up at him, pleased as well to learn that she would get to stay, given some level of control was held over her. It didn't matter to her, so long as she got to stay by Goblin Slayer's side in the end, she was happy.

The man reached up to pat on her on the head, touching her fondly. She grinned lovingly up at him, golden-red eyes sparkling in the fire lit halls of Dragon's Reach. "She'll be good." He muttered, almost to himself.

Balgruuf's hardened exterior expression melted into something lighter at witnessing the intimate display between the two of them. Which brought him to his next and finally point. "With that out of the way, I must officially thank you for your efforts in defending the city these last few days. And, in honor of your courages deeds and efforts in both clearing out the goblin infestation and slaying not only two giants but a living breathing dragon, I shall hereby declare you a Thane of Whiterun." He declared aloud.

Goblin Slayer's eyes widened in surprise, yet he didn't ask the question that arose. He was sure his questions would be answered.

"The title, Thane of Whiterun grants you both high political esteem and honor within the city and all of my land. Even while not under direct orders, my men shall obey orders from you when within certain perimeters. Do not misunderstand, the title can be taken away as easily as it was granted, so do not misuse this power." Balgruuf explained seriously, staring intensely at the golden armored man.

Goblin Slayer blinked, quite surprised at this turn of events. Although he was curious about the true reasons behind why he was gifted such an esteemed title, he didn't really care so long as it made his goal of killing goblins easier. However, perhaps its biggest enticing factor was the fact that Serena wouldn't have to worry about being accosted within the hold.

"Step forward, sir Goblin Slayer." Balgruuf ordered, moving to stand.

Goblin Slayer moved forward as requested, leaving both Serena and Aela behind to watch him go. Despite their wishes to join him, they knew approaching the Jarl without previously given consent was a sign of extreme disrespect, and in some cases hostility.

So for now they would stay behind and wait.

Goblin Slayer stepped forward, taking a knee before the Jarl. "As my Thane, I gift you this necklace depicting your status within all of my hold. And I also gift you a weapon from my personal collection, for your efforts in slaying the dragon." The man exclaimed, wrapping an intricate golden necklace around the man's fur collared neck.

Then he handed him a hardened steel blade, the weapon glowing a light red. "It has been enchanted by Farengar as a gift for you. It burns like fire to the touch, I'm sure it will serve you well…"

Goblin Slayer's eyes widened, staring at the weapon with a strange sense of excitement. Taking it in hand, he stood back up. "Thank you." He muttered simply, yet he did mean it.

The Jarl smirked up at him, returning to his throne. "Now then, with business taken care of, I demand you take a day of rest for yourself. And before you ask, no, there are currently no goblin slaying quests…"

"Oh…" Goblin Slayer muttered, walking back to the woman who were patiently waiting for him, a strange sense of disappointment hanging over his head.

Serena couldn't help but find the entire situation deeply amusing to witness…

Chapter

12

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End Note

So I thought that instead of having Goblin Slayer acquire new armor that's completely not his look, he will simply have his armor reforged in the same way and design we all know and love, just with stronger materials as his adventure continues. As of now, his Gawblin slaying armor is now forged out of Dwarven metal, and is colored as such.

And I returned his horns because I really like the idea of Goblin Slayer with horns, I feel like it fits the Skyrim aesthetic a bit more...