Skyrim part 3: Entering Whiterun

After Sven cleaned himself up, they were ready to warn the Jarl. The duo went on the road to Whiterun. After just a short while, they could see the city in the middle of the plains. They passed several farms and made it to the city walls. The guard on duty halted them

“City is closed with the dragon about. Official business only”.

“Riverwood asks for the Jarl’s aid” the Dragonborn replied. “Riverwood is in danger?!? You best come right in” said the guard.

Neither of them had visited Whiterun before and were amazed by the ancient city.

"Let's head to the tavern first. Find some wenches and drink before exploring the rest of the city" The Dragonborn said.

They walked through the Plains district and into the market. There they saw the entrance to the bannered mare. Upon entering they found a victorious blond nord standing triumphantly on a pile of three men. All three of them were moaning and clutching their crotches. The Blonde wore steel plate armor that clung tightly to her chest and had a steel greatsword on her back.

"You must really love to fight." the Dragonborn said to her as he walked up to the center of the in.

"The heat of battle is the fire that forges the strongest blades. It's an old Nord proverb. That, and a true Nord never misses a chance to test her worth. 100 septims I could take you in a fist fight. No magic or weapons, and no crying." She said back "I got the name Uthgerd the unbroken for a reason".

"Deal" He said. All of the other patrons moved back and formed a circle around the two brawlers, and furniture was moved aside. The Dragonborn thought this would be relatively easy. Yea, she might've had plate armor, but she was still just a girl compared to the Bane of Bleak Falls Barrow. He moved first and lunged toward her. She tried to dodge, but the weight of her armor caused her to stumble over a wine bottle on the floor. The dragonborn landed his punch on her face and followed up with a kick to the knee. The blonde was forced to the ground, and the dragonborn pinned her. He was on top of her and their faces were very close. The dragonborn peered down at her breasts and suddenly his semi-hard on started rubbing against her leg.

"This was even easier than I thought. Yield." he laughed. "

Never!!!" She yelled as she drove her steel knee into his nuts. This caused him to release his grip on her hands, and she punched him in the face. Pushing him off her, the blonde flipped him over and stood up. The dragonborn was still writhing on the ground and now it was her turn to delight in his pain. She spread apart his legs and drove her steel plated knee into his mead makers. The dragonborn felt like his nuts were being tortured by molag bal himself as she slammed her armored knee again and again. After the fourth time, he cried out. "I yield, I yield". "What was that!?" she asked as she kneed his nuts for the fifth time.

"I YIELD" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

The Dragonborn was completely defeated. After launching the sixth strike, she leaned down and peered at his twitching dick. It was fully aroused and ready to erupt. She rubbed it a bit with her hand for about a minute before headbutting it, causing him to painfully explode all over and splattering her face with cum.

"You know what. You are the hardest fight I've had in a while. I will join you on your travels." Uthgerd proclaimed. "I've been looking for a great adventurer to pledge my sword skills to, and I think you are it".

After several minutes the trio walked to the palace, called Dragonsreach to notify the jarl of the situation. Before the dragonborn could say anything, the jarls's housecarl, Irileth, came up and squeezed his nuts. He tried to pry away her hand, but her grip was iron solid.

"No one talks to the jarl without coming to me first" she said.

"Let him through. I want to hear what he has to say" said the jarl. After he listened, the jarl directed them to Farengar, his court wizard. Farengar asked them to retrieve a stone from Bleak Falls Barrow, only to discover they had already found it.

"Good you can study enchanting while the Jarl ponders what will happen with the dragon" said Farengar Then, the dragonborn poured over several enchanting books and spell tomes to better understand magic. Several hours later, a Whiterun gold sprinted into Dragonsreach.

"My lord there is a dragon attacking the southern watchtower." he said.

"Mobilize the garrsion, and you three are coming as well. Oh, and remember, the final hit on the dragon is mine." said the dark elf nightblade. The party moved to the western watchtower and looked for survivors. "Where is the dragon? Where is it"??? she asked.

"We don't know, all we saw is fire when it first attacked" the two survivors said.

Suddenly, the dragon began to rain fire on them and snatched two surviving. guards. Sven and the dragonborn picked up the dead guard's bows and started firing at the dragon. Uthgerd picked up her sword and smashed it into one of its wings.

"this kill will be for me alone" Irileth yelled as she battered away at its hide.

Ignoring her words,the dragonborn jumped onto its back and stabbed it through the skull. The guards cheered as he absorbed its soul, showing that he was a true dragonborn. The guards carried him on their backs all the way to the city. When they arrived at the palace, the Jarl prepared a ceremony for the dragonborn.

"For your services to the city, I proclaim you Thane of Whiterun." Balgruff said.

The feast lasted several more hours, and most of the citizens cheered for the hero of the 4th era. As the party began to die down, Irileth walked up the dragonborn

"I've prepared you a special gift worthy of a thane in the basement" she whispered in his ear seductively.

He could not refuse such an offer from such a fit Dunmer, and his hormones were desperate for a release after Uthgerd refused him pleasure earlier in the day. When they entered one of the basment rooms, she threw off her armor and revealed herself in her underwear. The Dragonborn was shocked. He knew Dark elf woman were slim and seductive, but had never seen it before. Her red top did little to hide her Dunmer breasts. He unleahsed his dick out from his loincloth, and she began pumping his cock with her hands. Irileth had given a handjob to many men before, and she was fast as she moved her hands up and down the base of his dick. After several minutes, she could tell he was about to nut. She slowed down her hands to a sandstill. The dragonborn moaned in frustration as she denied him pleasure. She did this two more times, each time making him more and more sexually frustrated.

"This is almost too easy" she thought. By the third time, the Dragonborn's legs were quaking. He wanted to nut on her face so badly that he would do anything. This time, he could tell she was gonna let him. She was smiling ear to ear which concerned him, but he blew it off. As the cum in his balls swelled, Irileth squeezed both of his milk makers with her hands.

"OOOOOOOGh" he yelled as his cum sprayed all over. "

You wanted to nut so bad. Well here we go. This is what you get for stealing a kill of a lifetime from me." Irileth said.

As he continued to spray, she leaned back her foot and landed a devastating kick to his gonads. The kick forced the semen out his nuts as it landed all over the basement floor. Irileth had served as a Morang Tong assassin, and specialized in seduction and ballbusting in Morrowind. She held nothing back as she annihilated the nuts of the man who stole a kill of a legendary beast. The dragonborn continued to ejaculate all through the beating. With a gigantic stomp, the dragonborn launched a final, massive stream of cum that hit Irileth in the face from about four feet away.

"I think you have learned your lesson about disrespecting a housecarl" Irileth said as she licked his semen off and closed the basment door, leaving the Dragonborn in a puddle of his cum.