Skyrim Part 1: Riverwood

After the first dragon attack in centuries, Hadvar and the Dragonborn walked down the valley towards riverwood.

"I'm sorry about the execution and I know it wasn't a good intro to the legion, but you are encouraged to sign up at Solitude. It is skyim's only hope these days. " Hadvar said to him.

"Yea, I will think about it. I will also need to get some new clothes" replied the Dragonborn. He only had a loincloth after the dragon burned everything off.

"Good, we are almost to the town" Havar said.

Riverwood was a small fishing and lumber village between Helgen and Whiterun. Alvor, Hadvar's uncle and the blacksmith stood near the entrance at his forge. Alvor and Havar embraced each other when they entered the blacksmiths entrance. Hadvar started to explain everything to his uncle from the Dragon to Ulfric's capture.

"Dear Talos! Someone needs to warn the jarl. Riverwood is defenseless. Oh! and you must be the prisoner he mentioned. I will try to get some armor forged up for you from the finest steel in the hold. Why don't you go inside and have my wife Sigrid help you heal. She studied in Solitude as an alchemist". He handed him the key to the house.

The Dragonborn walked to the door and unlocked it. There stood Sigrid, a beautiful woman in her young 30's who was wearing almost no clothing while changing. When she turned around and saw the Dragonborn. She yelped and launched a punch straight into his mead makers.

"Auuuugh" the dragonborn cried out as she slammed the door in his face. He waited there for about two minutes clutching his sack.

"I'm sorry". She said after inviting the pair in. Hadvar re-explained the situation in Helgen.

"Hadvar, I need help with the iron out here." Alvor called out from the smithy. As he walked out, Sigrid invited him to sit down as she collected medicine and herbs.

"Sit on the bed. I will gather burn and bruise oils for you" she said.

He lied on the bed as she started to rub deep into his bruises and cuts. While massaging him, Sigrid couldn't help but notice his immaculate abs and the rising tent in his loincloth.

"You must be sooo strong to fight a dragon and live. I could onnnly dreammmm of such a strooong man" she soothed.

The Dragonborn could only reply in a moan as she pressed deeply into his shoulders.

"Perhaps this is the mighty sword that fought off the dragon" she said gripping his rock hard dick. Sigrid's hands started massaging his groin and rubbing it up and down. The Dragonborn was in Aetherius as she did this and couldn't see what was coming. Even though his loincloth was on, he could still feel every motion of her fingers When he was finally about the nut after several minutes, Sigrid pulled back her fists and started launching a flurry of punches into his nuts. Left, right,left, she smashed them in only a way a healer could know.

"OOOOOOOoooooh" he yelled in pain.

Putting her knee on top of his gonads "You won't bring any war or dragon here correct." as she began to grind them into Oblivion.

"yes" he muttered weakly.

Sigrid stood up and starting trampling them even harder.

"I SAID are you going to bring any war or dragon to my village and husband" she shouted

"NO" he yelped.

After one final gigantic stomp, the , Dragonborn splurted his juices all over the inside of his loincloth, leaving a huge stain before he finally passed out from pain.