Skyrim Part 2: The Golden Claw

The Dragonborn awoke the next morning.

"You're finally awake. I ran out of steel until the next shipment so all you have is this fine sword and a horned helmet" Alvor said as he got out of bed. He put the Nord helmet on and waved the sword around, getting used to its length.

"Yea I don't need armor for my balls anyways"

"Quite a long sword isn't it? Make sure you use it on the right enemies" Sigrid laughed as she pointed to his morning wood. His loincloth did nothing but make a massive tent for his shaft.

"Thank you Alvor. I appreciate everything that you've done" the Dragonborn said.

"Im going to head on out now, anywhere you know sells good supplies?"

"The Riverwood Trader is what you are looking for run by Lucan and Camilla"

The Dragonborn walked on out into the fresh Skyrim air. Down Riverwood's main alley there was a Bosmer and a Nord arguing in the street.

"She's mine knife-ear" the nord yelled.

"You're just mad she's more impressed at my archery skills". the wood elf shot back.

"Nothing against my bard training in Solitude".

"Yea right we will see who she goes after" the bosmer said as they both stormed off. The Nord walked past Dragonborn and he asked

"What was that all about?"

"Oh, that's Faendal. A stinking wood elf who can't seem to understand that Camilla Valerius is mine. She works at the Riverwood Trader with her brother and is the hottest girl in Riverwood, maybe even in Whiterun hold. I'm Sven by the way. Actually, could you give her this letter, filled with nasty stuff from Faendal?"

"Yea, I need to head to her store real quick. Could you wait outside while I go in there?"

Sven waited outside the trader as the Dragonborn waltzed in. Even Sven's description could not match her sexiness. Sigrid might haven been good-looking for her age, but Camilla was just on another level. The dress she walked around in did little to hide her amazing legs and firm breasts.

"Well one of us has to do something!" she said to Lucan:

"I said no! No adventures, no theatrics, no thief-chasing!" said the man behind the counter, her brother Lucan.

"Well what are you going to do then, huh? Let's hear it!"

We are done talking about this! Oh, a customer. Sorry, you had to hear that."

"Is there a problem?" the Dragonborn asked.

"There was a bit of uuhh a break-in. Some bandits in the mountains at Bleakfalls Barrow stole a valuable golden claw. I have a shipment coming in and the gold could be yours if you got it back".

The Dragonborn accepted to this quest, and Lucan relented for Camilla to walk him to the end of town.

As they approached the bridge, Camilla saw Sven on the bridge and waved flirtatiously. Sven did nothing but stare back wide-gaped at her tits. The Dragonborn, as all good wingman, moved to the side to have Sven walk right next to his crush.

"Ok you boys both need to be careful up in the mountain. The banditresses up there are known for their aggressive attacks to men's groins." She warned as she explained the situation to Sven. "Keep these safe for me" she said as she gripped both of their nutsacks. Camilla started walking back to her store.

"Wait! Before you go. Faendal wanted me to give this to you" The Dragonborn lied as he handed her the letter. She scanned over the letter and swore.

"That bastard elf." she cursed "Let's see if he will say those things as he gets his Valenwood sacks kneed."

As the duo walked up the trail to the Barrow, they could hear Faendal's cries in the valley as his nuts were pummeled by Camilla. Soon, they began to shiver as their altitude increased and the cold battered them. Soon, they could see the entrance to the barrow, with several bandit girls guarding the entrance. They strolled around in fur bikinis, and both men began to develop hard-ons watching them dance around the fire.

"Ok, here is the plan. I will go around and flank them while you distract them at the front. There are four of them, so if we have a surprise we will easily win over the weak females. Wait for my signal"

Sven agreed, pulled out his knife, and stood by the edge of the steps to the barrow. The Dragonborn crept along the ancient wall and made sure to be outside of the campfire's light. Right as he was about to give the signal, he stumbled over an ancient urn and made a huge noise. At that moment, Sven realized something was wrong and rushed forward. All of the bandits around the campfire looked up and saw the nearly naked model of a man standing with a sword near them. Both of the men were overconfident in the fact that they were males and physically stronger, believing the bikini-clad bandits couldn't harm them at all. However, the Banditresses were experienced and cunning fighters. A brunette moved towards Sven while the other three giggled and laughed at this klutz. The first one who made it to him was a Nord redhead who snickered as she launched a kick straight to his Dragonballs. With no armor or shield to block, the kick landed right in his crotch. Dragonborn moaned but pushed through his groin pain and slashed her across the chest with his sword. The other two were identical twin dark elf teenagers about 19 years of age. They circled around and surrounded him on either side. The Dragonborn lunged at the one on his right, only to have the one on his left deliver an uppercut to his gonads. As he clutched his crotch, the one on his right delivered a sadistic kiss to his lips. He pushed both of them off him. Once again, he lunged with his sword at the left Dunmer, but the right one kneed him from behind. The Dragonborn head-butted one of them and retreated. This time he decided to wait for their attack. He was clearly physically stronger, but the teenage dark elves were much faster and better at working together. They moved towards him so fast he didn't have time to react. Each girl grabbed one of his balls and began squeezing. The pain overwhelmed him, and he dropped his sword in agony. He felt humiliated as they laughed in his face and even started rubbing his shaft to sexually frustrate him. He began to get angrier and angrier.

"FUS ROH DAH". he suddenly shouted.

Both of the dark elves were flung backward several dozen feet into the wall and were both knocked out. The Dragonborn turned around to find Sven utterly defeated. The brunette beauty was trampling his balls with her foot. Sven moaned as the banditress giggled on top of him, clearly sexually dominating the bard. The brunette reared back for a kick, but he Dragonborn roared and shoulder-charged her down the steps, knocking her out

"You good?" he asked Sven.

"I'm alright, but I hope the money is worth it. These bandit girls know how to hit nuts. This place gives me the creeps, let's find the claw and get out".

They moved through the tomb and recovered whatever supplies and gold they could find. As they strolled through the tomb, they recovered several nut healing potions, which they used to heal the injuries the bandits inflicted on them. Eventually, they found a room covered with webs and frostbite spiders. They cut and slashed through them and they heard a cry from another room.

"Help me! The arachnids are going to eat me alive!" a cute, young, Dunmer girl cried as she was trapped in the webs.

"What is your name and what are you doing here?" the Dragonborn asked.

"I'm Arvela. Cut me down and I will explain everything" she explained.

The duo rushed over and quickly cut her down from her webs. As she got back up, she laughed and slammed her fists into both of their nuts. Both of them moaned with pain. "You really think I was going to let you take the claw". Arvela sprinted down the next hallway. As she gloated in her victory, a terrible shadow emerged and brandished its greatsword. An ancient Nordic Draugr roared out from the shadows and cut her down. The two adventurers stopped and pondered their options. The Wight pulled his weapon out of the Dunmer and kicked the corpse out of the way. The Draugr then started to stumble towards them in its rusting armor.

"FUS DOH RAH" the Dragonborn shouted, launching the wight against the wall. Before it could get back up, Sven pounced on it with his dagger and stabbed it in the joints of the armor. They had slain their final foe. Sven picked up the Golden Claw and a mysterious stone.

"Here is the claw. I have no idea what this ancient stone is, but it must be important for the zombie to be guarding it. It could fetch a good price somewhere I'll take the armor and you get the enchanted sword".

Both of them exited the cave and found the cold air to be a bit relieving. Sven and the Dragonborn started down the mountain and were back in Riverwood within a few hours. When they got back in the Trader, Lucan was delighted to see them.

"Did you really get the claw back? I don't know how I could repay you. Oh, I guess I did promise that gold. Oh and Sven, Camilla said she wanted to talk to you upstairs. Why don't you stay down here as I get the gold out." he said to the Dragonborn.

When Sven opened the door upstairs, a near-nude Camilla greeted him and pulled him inside.

"Ohhhh mmyyyyy, my strong hero has returned to claim his prize" Camilla giggled. She shoved him onto the bed and started ripping off his clothes. Gripping his shaft, she opened her mouth and began sucking him off.

"You were always my favorite over Faendal". she said in between breaths. "I've always preferred nord dick over elven ones". Sven could only moan as she slowly, methodically, teased his dick with her tongue. Sven had no idea how she was so good with her mouth, even though there weren't that many boys in town. After a frustratingly long time, she finally picked up speed, and Sven splattered his bard juices down her throat.

Wiping her mouth and bra clean, Camilla told him to go downstairs to join his companion.

"Better clean up before Hilde sees you like that." she laughed as she closed the door behind her, leaving Sven covered in his juices on the Riverwood Trader upstairs bedroom.