Author's note- This is a sequel to my short story
Skyrim: A Night in Blackreach
. I've tried to be as non-specific about the game's plot as possible, as well as in describing the Dragonborn, to reflect the nature of the game. Be careful, however, as there are some mild spoilers!
This is a parody, not written for profit, and should be read only by adults 18 years and over.
Feedback and voting is always appreciated!
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The Dragonborn was troubled.
Though he had brokered a peace between the Stormcloaks and the Imperials, it only meant that they would halt their fighting long enough for him to do the impossible -- to trap a dragon. He had fought enough dragons now to know they could be defeated, but taking one alive? That would be a challenge, to say the least.
To make matters worse, he found himself caught between the Greybeards and the Blades, with one side demanding things of him that the other could not abide. Walking the halls of High Hrothgar, he wondered if there was anything he could do that would appease both the ancient priests and the proud warriors. The more he thought about it, however, the more it seemed to him that both sides would prove even more headstrong than the Stormcloaks and the Imperials had been.
With the day at an end, the Dragonborn resolved to put aside his concerns for the time being and get some well-earned rest. Opening the door to the guest quarters he'd been provided with, however, he was struck by the prospect that he wouldn't be getting much rest after all...
Lydia was waiting for him.
"Good evening, my Thane..." she said, her voice warm with seduction. "Tell me; are you troubled?"
Whatever worries had been plaguing his mind evaporated like morning frost as he took in the sight of his Housecarl splayed naked beneath the crisp white sheets of his cot. The cotton just barely covered her round, sumptuous teats as a long, bare leg dangled free of the mattress.
Holding the sheets to her lightly freckled chest, Lydia pulled herself up onto her knees, teasing him with only hints of her bare body.
"Lydia..." the Dragonborn muttered. "I..."
"Shhh," she didn't give him the opportunity to finish, pressing a finger to his lips as she nuzzled in close to kiss the side of his neck. Her hands sought out the buckles of his armour, unclasping them with rapid efficiency.
They had been playing this game ever since Blackreach. After that night, things had been as they ever were...at least at first. They would quest together, slaying draugr scourges in dungeons and frost dragons in snow-crusted fields. But then, when the fighting was done and they had found refuge for the night, she would come to him, and the embers of their battle frenzy would be reignited into a fire of a different kind.
He'd never known a lover like her before. Her bloodlust was matched only by the lust she showed in the bedroll, and every time they came together he found himself drawn further into the web of his desire for her.
Throwing aside his chest plate, Lydia took to unbuckling her Thane's sword belt, her mouth warm and wet on his chest, her tongue teasing his nipples and etching the ridges of his muscles.
"Mmmm..." he sighed with contented approval, quietly thrilling to the stripping away of his pants until all he was standing in was his boots, his manhood throbbing red and straining painfully before her. She offered him a rare smile and a flash of her molten brown eyes before leaning in to plant an open-lipped kiss on his sweaty sack.
"Nnh!" He gasped as she swirled her tongue around his balls, his thick cock rubbing along her cheek and over one eye, defiling her ordinarily proud face.
She suckled at his sack, first one nut and then the other, her cheeks tightening as she slurped and supped. The tip of her nose and her full, plump lips run up the veiny length of him, making him grunt as she started to tongue-lash the rim of his cockhead.
"Lydiaaaa..." He breathed, struggling to keep his eyes open so that he could watch every movement she made, every salacious action.
She locked eyes with him, her gaze enough to crumble even Mighty Talos's will, and then dove down on his shaft to deepthroat it one swift, decisive action.
"Mara's mercy!!" The Dragonborn cursed as Lydia gulped and choked around his cock, her chin running like a waterfall with the saliva that poured from her mouth, around his member, and over her lip.
She didn't relent, however. Just as in battle, she gave no quarter and offered no mercy. She sucked and gobbled on his dick, her head bobbing on him, her nails scratching his thighs and her hands squeezing his balls.
Her nostrils flared as she struggled to breathe through them. Despite the cold of the cell Lydia's face was streaming with sweat, and as she reached up to scratch at the Dragonborn's chest, he realised that he was sweating too.
Plllrp!
The sound came from Lydia's lips as she pulled her mouth from her Thane's dripping cock, taking it in one hand to squeeze and tug at it.
"Does that feel good, my Thane? Does it please you?" She whispered, and the Dragonborn muttered his dizzy assent. She smirked and half-laughed in response, squeezing his shaft almost painfully before rising up on her knees, the sheets falling away to expose her ample, swinging bosom, her nipples small and pink and oh so hard.
