Eagerly!

A loud moan escapes your lips as Ralof's fingers explore the damp outer folds of your sex. Without thought your thighs part to give the big Nord easier access to your sex. A thick finger pushes into your rapidly dampening pussy and a shudder of sexual need runs through your body.

"Never mind your finger." You hiss at Ralof. "I need your cock inside me."

Ralof clearly does not need asking twice. A brawny arm wraps itself around your waist and you feel his hard calloused palm spread beneath your buttocks. With a grunt he lifts you easily with one arm and you wrap your legs around his hips and clasp your hands behind his thick neck to support yourself. Ralof positions his cock with his free hand and you feel the hard hot tip of his cock press against the hungry swollen lips of your cunt.

"By the nine divines, yes." You growl as you thrust yourself down onto Ralof's hard shaft.

The first moments of feeling the thick hard cock spread your pussy and impale you has you moaning loudly. You rest for a second or two, panting with desire as your inner muscles relax to accomodate the considerable girth of your comrade's manhood.

"By the nine?" Ralof laughs. "Spoken like a Nord despite your colour girl. A good Imperial would have called upon the eight."

You make no reply, too focussed on the glorious feeling of having a big hard cock filling you to engage in the religious controversy that is ripping Skyrim apart at the present. As your cunt relaxes you begin to move, pulling yourself up the solid shaft a few inches before pressing down to impale yourself once more. Nord men have a reputation as great as their Redguard neighbours for the size of their cocks and Ralof's mighty cock does nothing to contradict that reputation.

"Gods girl, you must have really needed this." Ralof grunts as you continue to thrust yourself up and down upon his rigid meat. "Us Nords believe the lustier the wench, the more fierce the sword maiden."

If the Nord belief holds true you are destined to be a mighty warrior. Your pace of movement has been steadily increasing and now you are slamming yourself down onto Ralof's cock at a furious rate. You can feel the fluttering in your belly that sinifies that you are about to acheive your release. Ralof turns and pushes your back against the cold stone wall of the keep and thrusts hard inside of you. He shafts you furiously, grunting with the exertion and **** of his thrusts.

Abruptly the fluttering in your loins explodes as you orgasm. Your body bucks and writhes and you moan loudly and deliriously as the intense pleasure darkens your vision and mind. You are only half aware as Ralof lifts you from his mighty cock and you fall to your knees trembling in the afterglow of your climax. Hot gouts of thick seed begin to rain down upon your upturned face and the quivering mounds of your breasts as Ralof cums.

"Oh mighty Talos accept this offering." Ralof calls out as he spurts his seed over you in thick streams.