Riverwood Trader

The small wall of Riverwood entered my sight, and I chuckled as I saw Sven looking at his mother, Hilde, with a concerned yet tired gaze.

"What is it now, mother?"

His voice was melodic, as was befitting of a bard.

"A dragon! I saw a dragon!"

Sven sighed, looking further into the village before turning back to his mother, about to say something when I coughed.

Looking over at me in surprise, he narrowed his eyes, asking "Who are you?"

I gave him a wry grin, saying "Eh, just someone who escaped Helgen. The pretty woman isn't lying; a dragon burned Helgen to the ground..."

"See! I told you! It was a dragon; as black as night and large as a mountain!"

Sven continued looking at me, his eyes hard as he said "As far as I'm aware, Helgen was holding an execution of some Rebels..."

I grinned at him, shrugging as I said "Well, I was just passing through; ever heard of a woman named Vilod? Brews some damn good mead with juniper berries."

Sven nodded, his eyes softening as he bit his lip.

"Then..."

"Everyone's dead. Be it the dragon or escaping Rebels."

He sighed, looking at the ground as his hand went over his heart.

Muttering a prayer, he looked me over again, asking "You an adventurer?"

Seeing me nod, he continued.

"Would you mind going to Whiterun, and telling the Jarl about this? Riverwood is in trouble if Helgen has fallen; even more so if a dragon comes our way."

Looking up at the walls, we both shook our heads at the singular guard leaning on the railing, his head bobbing as he let out a snore.

"Well, I need some supplies first; there's a trader here right?"

Sven nodded, pointing towards the building opposite the Smithy.

"Riverwood Trader, run by Lucan and Camilla Valerius. Sells most common items; however, if its a blade you need speak to Alvor. We might not be in a city, but the man can forge some damn fine blades."

Thanking Sven, I walked down the road, entering the Trader and listening to the argument between Lucan and Camilla.

"What would you have me do, hmm? I already hired someone to get it back! Do you want me to spend more coin, which we don't have? Huh!?"

Lucan's gruff voice entered my ears, and I watched as a young, beautiful Camilla huffed, brushing past me quickly.

"Ah... sorry about that. Well, welcome to Riverwood Trader!"

I nodded to him, leaning on the counter as I looked towards the door.

"You got a problem that needs solving?"

Lucan sighed, his shoulders slumping as he looked me over.

"Hmm... yeah, I do. Ma and Pa left Camilla and I this ornate dragon claw, made from solid gold. We treasured the damn thing, and yet... someone took it. I managed to track them to Bleak Falls Barrow, but... well, that place is a bandit and draugr infested shithole..."

I nodded, saying "Well, how much is that thing worth to you, hmm?"

He sighed again, looking at me as he said "I'll give you... 750 Septims."

Shaking my head, I chuckled, saying "You said it yourself; bandits and draugr, in some dreary old Nordic Ruins... 1,250 Septims."

"1,000."

"Deal!"

Shaking his hand, I looked around before saying "You got potions?"

Nodding, he turned, looking over his shelf as he asked "What kind."

Sliding the coin purse towards me, I grinned as I said "Ah, healing potions please."

Putting the coins in my inventory, I leaned on the counter, watching as Lucan placed three small red potions in front of me.

"That'll be 50 Septims."

"Oh, and do you have any pelts? Need to make myself some gear..."

He nodded, pointing to the corner where a few Wolf Pelts were stacked.

Leaning forwards, I unbuttoned my shirt, smirking as his eyes were drawn to my cleavage.

"Say, my purse is a little light... how bout I do something for you in exchange for these potions a few pelts..."

Lucan leaned forwards as well, his eyes glued to my modest breasts as I showed more skin, licking his lips as he said "I'll lock the door... beds upstairs. I'll even throw in an extra potion..."

I nodded at him, watching as he scurried towards the door.

Coming over to me, his hand moved to my ass, squeezing it as he led me upstairs.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Lucan pulled his pants down, his cock springing out.

Kneeling in front of him, I shuddered at its warmth as I buried my nose between his shaft and balls.

The strong stench of sweat and semen made my head go numb.

Breathing in his scent, I gently stroked his cock, licking and rolling his balls in my mouth.

He groaned above me, his hand on my hooded head.

After polishing his balls enough, I eagerly swallowed his cock, the taste making me shiver.

The precum oozing from his tip was salty, and I started swirling my tongue around his cock as he grunted, his hips thrusting upwards.

Moments later he forced my face into his crotch, burying my nose in his pubes as he shuddered.

His semen sprayed into my throat, and I swallowed every drop, sucking the rest from his urethra before I pulled away.

We were both panting, and I looked up at him, making him shudder.

"D-Damn... you're pretty good with your tongue..."

I grinned at him, licking my lips as I stood up.

He looked at me with pursed lips, before sighing.

"Guess that's it, huh?"

I nodded, smirking as I said "The total amount of the items you would give me is what, 200 Septims? Yeah, my mouths enough. Now, if you want to give me that Regeneration Potion, Paralysis Poison, and the Steel War Axe I saw, we can continue~"

He looked me over, before sighing and shaking his head.

"Nah, that's too much for just one session. And I guess you won't let me keep a 'tab' open, would you?"

I shook my head as well, and we exchanged a chuckle.

He stood up, buckling his pants before looking me over.

"Well, if you ever want something cheap for free, you know where to find me."

I laughed, looking at him as I said "Yeah, that'll keep me coming back!"

He shrugged, replying "I run a business; can't put food on my table with your blowjobs."

Gesturing for me to go downstairs, I nodded to him, walking down and collecting my items before moving to the door.

He returned to his spot behind the counter, looking at my ass before smirking at me.

"Who knows, I might double your reward if you get the claw back in a week... as well as for some... extra services..."

"2,500."

He shook his head, a wry grin on his face as he shoo'd me out.

As I left I saw my Debauchery level up, going to level 3.

Grinning to myself, I walked towards the lumber mill, deciding to break the news to Gerdur.

Seeing the familiar buxom blonde, I approached her, asking "Are you... Gerdur? Ralof's sister?"

Looking over towards me with her narrowed blue eyes, Gerdur stopped the lumber mill, saying "Aye. Who's asking?"

I bowed my head to her, saying "I... I'm sorry. Ralof... Ralof is dead."

Gerdur gasped, staggering to the side as she stared at me with wide eyes.

"W-Why should I believe you!?"

"Ralof was a tall man, mid twenties, with a full head of blonde hair. He was... well, he was a 'true son of Skyrim'... He died escaping Helgen, protecting Jarl Ulfric with his life..."

Gerdur bit her lip, glaring at me as she said "That doesn't answer my questions, desert-dweller."

I shrugged, saying "Believe me or not, it's the truth; Ralof is dead, gone. He was a good man; told me about how you helped him court Vilod."

That made her tremble; damn, my guess was on point huh?

"I... I'm sorry... It's just... to lose a brother and a husband so close together..."

I widened my eyes at that.

Hod was dead? Well, that certainly made this easier...

Stepping forwards, I placed a hand on her shoulder, before looking at her in surprise as she collapsed into me.

"What am I to tell young Frodnar? That his Pa and Uncle are dead, all for a war that needn't be waged?"

Gently stroking her golden locks, I let her rest her head on my chest, feeling my armor grow wet as she sobbed.

"Should I... take you home?"

"P-Please... I-I can't t-think straight..."

That made me grin as well...

Masking my expression, I led her through town, receiving a few concerned glances, the main ones coming from the older folk, like Hilde and Sigrid.

Leading Gerdur back to her farmhouse, I looked at the door, whispering "Ah, do you have a key? Or is it unlocked?"

"U-Unlocked..."

She was still weeping, her body shivering as she clung to me.

I always thought her strong, but...

Well, I could only imagine what losing your husband and brother to the same thing could do to you...

Though I had killed Ralof...

Entering the house, I led her towards her bed, sitting her down.

It took a while, but eventually I noticed that she fell asleep, her breathing hurried as she tossed and turned, muttering unintelligible words.

I looked over her figure, my hands gently gliding over her large breasts and round ass, making her shiver.

Feeling my cock harden, I bit my cheek.

My first time as a 'man' would be consensual; I want to feel what its like to bed a willing woman first.

I could always find some random bandit to satiate my darker urges...

Getting up, I looked over at her fireplace, before turning my gaze towards her table laden with vegetables.

I nodded to myself.

Time to do something very few people did in Skyrim...

Cooking!

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Gerdur next, then Camilla (kinda), and than Bleak Falls Barrow, before going to Whiterun, where the story truly kicks off.

After all, we have the Companions there, some other interesting Characters, and just the fact that its the best city in Skyrim, no competition for me anyways.

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