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 The heavy stone door slowly grinds sideways into the wall revealing a long corridor beyond, dimly lit with smouldering braziers hanging from the ceiling on thick iron chains; you are cautious as you pace down the corridor, your sword at the ready, your caution proves meaningless in this case as you reach the end of the corridor unharmed, the hallway ends in a large stone cavern of some kind.  The cavern is surprisingly large and airy it is also quite well lit, with a number of large iron braziers and several large clumps of an odd glowing fungus of some kind, the cavern sports a dais at the far end holding what appears to be a pair of sarcophagi of all things, behind the stone coffins is a tall stone wall, intricately covered in some kind of jagged lettered writing although you don’t recognize the language displayed, you also spot a pair of iron bound wooden chests on the dais floor between the two standing sarcophagi.

   You watch warily for traps as you move through the cavern and approach the wide dais staircase, nothing happens until you actually set foot onto the dais itself; the moment you do so the heavy stone lids of the two sarcophagi suddenly burst open; slammed open from the inside by the two creatures stepping from their tombs. The two things are humanoid and definitely male with withered gray skin covering ropy muscles, the ragged scraps of armour they are wearing do little to hide the thick cocks dangling between their legs you also note that both are carrying ancient looking great swords in their withered hands, –These must be the draugr Lucan mentioned- the thought runs through your mind as you look at the two undead warriors, your hand tightening on the hilt of your sword.

   The two draugr begin to circle around you, attempting to come at you from both sides; you can’t let that happen and quickly turn to the right and race forwards unleashing a barrage of furious slashes, trying to isolate and defeat the first draugr before its comrade can come to its aid.  The heavy sword of the draugr moves with astonishing speed, parrying every one of your attacks and countering with a blurring riposte that comes damn close to gutting you, you can hear the footsteps of the second draugr behind you and whip around blocking a powerful slash with your shield, you step forward and quickly slide your sword in and out of the belly of the draugr, turning away you duck under a swing from your first foe and **** him back with a shield bash.

   As you move after him in pursuit you feel something tug at your foot, glancing downwards you see that the second draugr is clutching at your ankle, -Idiot! -You think to yourself, suddenly worried –it’s an undead, a belly wound would barely faze it- The first draugr has recovered from your shield blow and unleashes a furious barrage of slashes, though you are able to block them with you shield, your arm is quickly tiring; the tight grip on your ankle keeps you from retreating and blocking the onslaught of sword swings is keeping you from cutting yourself free.

   A sudden powerful blow knocks the sword free from your hand and a savage yank from the prone draugr brings your hands and knees on the floor beside it, the beasts other hand locks tight around your second ankle and it yanks your legs apart with inhuman strength, a sudden stab of fear runs through you at the leer on the beasts withered face.  A sword clatters to the ground beside you and you look up, seeing an identical leer on the face of the second draugr; if the expression on its face was not enough to confirm your fears the erect penis jutting from its groin would be enough to tell you its intentions.

   Behind you the undead warrior’s hands yank your pants down over your hips; you can feel the things fingers stroke the outer lips of your vagina and an involuntary ripple of pleasure runs through your body, the standing draugr grabs your face with both hands and yanks your head upward, a cry of pain comes from your mouth as he forces you to meet the gleaming blue lights that fill his eye sockets, without warning, he slams his cock forward into your open mouth; your pained cry turning into a chocked gurgle as the massive tool fills your throat.

   Despite your best efforts the gentle ministrations of the caressing fingers is quickly having an effect on your body, and as much as you would not want to admit it the savage pounding of the cock in and out of your throat is doing just as much to turn you on, a stab of self-disgust runs through you, you can feel just how wet you’ve become and how fast your orgasm was approaching.  With a single smooth stroke the draugr behind you suddenly buries his massive cock inside you, a gurgling wail comes from you and your body thrashes between the two creatures as a savage orgasm races through you, the two draugr settle into a rhythm; pounding away at your body as you dangle limply between them moaning and twitching in pleasure, how long it went on for you could not say but suddenly the cock in your mouth was erupting, filling your throat with bitter stale tasting cum, the second draugr followed suit a moment later, the heat erupting in your belly sending you into another orgasm, you have long since lost count of the number but this last one is powerful that you eyes roll upwards into your head and blackness fills your mind.

   When your eyes flutter open only a moment later the first thing you feel is that the relentless pounding has stopped, tilting your head you can see the two standing a half dozen feet away staring blankly at the writing covered wall you had spied earlier you also spy your dropped sword only a few feet ahead of you.  The opportunity is perfect, you lunge forward, one hand wrapping around the hilt of your blade, the other yanking your pants upward on your hips, for you have absolutely no desire to fight these warriors with your pants literally around your ankles.  The pair of draugr had noticed your motion and turned around to face you, the rightmost turned just in time to take your blade across the neck cutting its head free and sending the body to the ground in a boneless crumple, ducking under the swing from the second draugr you spin sideways and take the things leg of at the knee, a second blow cuts the things head from its body.

   Taking a moment to try to clean yourself up and then another to spit on the corpses of the fallen draugr you soon turn your attention to the odd writing on the wall, although you are certain that it’s no language you had ever seen you have the oddest feeling of familiarity when you look at it, -PUSH- the word fills your mind when you touch the wall, not so much a voice but more a feeling of certainty.  Turning away from the odd wall you quickly turn your attention to the iron strapped chests you had spied earlier, your are **** to pick both though the locks are crude and simple enough to make it simple enough, the chests reveal a hundred septims, a pair of sparkling gemstones, a bar of what you think is pure silver and a long chainmail shirt, stuffing the remainder of the treasure into your pack you pull the mail over your head and struggle into it.  The sleeves are a little too long and since you wore only a ragged breastband rather than the padded undergarment typically worn under the chain, you can see bare skin through the black links, rather a lot of bare skin...

   After you return to the village of Riverwood, you quickly gather the reward from Lucan and turn the loot you got from the tomb into more gold, you have quickly enough garnered a rather substantial amount of gold, standing there in the village with your new found wealth you wonder what you should do with yourself now.