Open the Lock

 There is a skeptical frown on your face as you look at the intricate lock embedded in the wall, there are three rings and each is marked with engravings of a Bear, and Owl and a Moth, each ring appears to rotate around a stone circle in the center of the rings, this inner circle itself is adorned with the graven image of a claw and several deep holes, the claw bears a striking resemblance to the golden claw you possess. 

   “Why could they not make this a simple lock” you mutter to yourself in frustration “I like simple locks” since you have no better idea you decide to try out the most obvious solution first, standing a long step away you slowly extend one arm and gingerly insert the golden claw into the locking mechanism, a pair of razor edged spears suddenly shoot out of the wall towards you, only a frantic dive to the side brings you out of their way without harm.

   As the spears silently withdraw back into the wall you climb gingerly back to your feet, “Time for a new plan” you muse, the worn carvings on the walls around you catch your eye and a thought occurs to you.  Grinning you hurry to the wall and begin searching, certain you have found the solution; nearly half an hour passes and you have now examined the entirety of both walls.  The carvings, while interesting had not shed any light on how to safely open the door.

   You return to the door, with a curse you give a quick shove to each of the rings, the rings make a quiet grinding noise as they spin and settle into a new order, this time you stand an arm length away when you try the claw again. There are no spears stabbing out from the walls, instead dozens of tiny darts erupt from the walls and ceiling and pepper the area in front of the rings.  The claw slips from your hands as you jump backwards, clattering on the stone floor as it landed.  As you scoop it back up you stiffen in sudden surprise, there on the palm of the golden claw are three symbols, the very same symbols that are on the stone rings before you, “bear, moth and owl” you mumble as you quickly spin the rings into order and insert the claw.

   As soon as the claw settled into its place the thick rings suddenly begin to rotate of their own accord, the grinding of stone on stone filled the air as identical symbols locked into place on all three of the rings and then the door began to recede into the floor, sinking below its surface in a matter of seconds, the golden claw left behind on the floor and the way forward now open. ‘I have to remember to actually look at the key to the lock next time’ you think ruefully to yourself as you move cautiously down the newly revealed corridor.

   The long corridor comes to an end in a large cavern, it is surprisingly high ceilinged and open with a small waterfall falling perhaps two dozen feet into a small pool of water.  At the opposite end of the cave there was a short, wide staircase rising up to a dais with both an iron strapped chest and an upright heavy stone sarcophagus standing upon it, across the dais from the rising stairs was a tall stone wall adorned with what looks like some intricate runes or writing of some kind, the rune marked wall keeps drawing your attention and you begin to climb the stairs, oddly fascinated by the strange markings. 

   Barely a heartbeat after your foot first touches the surface of the dais the heavy stone of the sarcophagus slams open, the lid booming as it strikes the floor.  Stepping out of the sarcophagus was one of the draugr, The undead creature was clad only in a rusty iron breastplate and a battered iron helmet, a cold blue light blazed from behind the helms eyes slits and a two handed sword was gripped in the creatures withered hands, your eyes are drawn again and again to the huge cock that hung between the things legs, despite yourself you can feel a growing dampness in your treacherous quim.

   You know that the undead creature had a greater reach and more than likely was stronger than you, thus your only chance was to defeat it before it **** you onto the defensive, once that happened defeat would be inevitable. You raise your battleaxe high and howl as you race forward, your first swing staggers the draugr; the second drives its sword to one side and you launch a heavy blow at the creatures neck, the draugr hunches low and takes the blow on its helm, your blow leaves a deep gouge across the top of the helm but the draugr is uninjured.

   The draugrs withered face contorts in rage and it gives a furious roar, stepping forward it suddenly hurls its sword at you like a spear. Off balance, your left hand comes loose from the ax as you frantically twist out of the blades path; you can hear the sword clatter and slide across the dais somewhere behind you. You look back at the draugr just in time to see it hurtling at you, its arms outstretched and snarling with rage, the heavy weight of the creature slams into you and sends you toppling backwards to the ground, the breath explodes out of your lungs as your back slams hard against the stone floor.

   Your mouth works frantically as you try to pull air back into your lungs, the draugr leers down at you as seizes the top of your pants and tugs downward, and within seconds your pants dangles from one ankle and the undead creature had wrapped its arms around your thighs and buried its face in your snatch, his tongue runs the length of your hairless slit and presses in and out of your velvety quim.  The creatures tongue brings you to your first orgasm quickly, your eyes press closed and a weak groan comes from your mouth, despite your disgust your body shakes as pleasure races through you, you feel yourself scooped up into the air and then lowered a heartbeat later, when your eyes snap open all you see is the floor, the draugr has draped you across the iron bound chest, you are face down, your wrists are held behind you and your ass and sodden quim exposed to the world.

   You can feel your legs being parted and then something large pressing against the outer lips of your hairless slit; you thrash your captive arms weakly, a furious snarl is on your lips as you can feel the massive cock slowly forcing its way into your tight depths.  Despite your fury and disgust you can  feel the pleasure coursing through you as the draugr begins ramming it massive tool in and out of your quim, your own hips are beginning to press backwards to meet each stroke.  You erupt in a loud wail as your second orgasm breaks across you, the rythmic thrusting of the draugr begins to quicken and even as a third massive orgasm sends waves of pleasure through you, the undead beast looses a thunderous roar and thick ropes of draugr cum erupt into your womb.

   The creature releases its hold on your arms and staggers a few steps back, your body slowly sags forward over the chest before tumbling to the dais floor, and your heartbeat is pounding so loud and so quickly in your ears that it takes you a long moment to understand what your eyes is registering.  There on the stone floor right in front of you is your battleaxe, your arms feel limp and boneless as your climb to you feet holding the ax tightly, the blade catches the draugr midway between shoulder and helm and takes the beasts head clean off.

   After taking a few minutes to try to put our clothing into some semblance of decent you approach the fascinating wall, there is one series of characters in particular that draws your attention, you are certain that you have never seen writing like this before but somehow you know deep in your bones that the symbol means PUSH.  

   Shaking your head in confusion you turn away and begin a search of the cavern, behind the waterfall you find another pair of chests, they contain little beyond a hundred golden septims, an unmarked glass bottle filled with a murky blue liquid, a dozen steel tipped arrows and a wooden shortbow.  The chest upon the dais held a pair of silver daggers and a potato.  Idly munching on the potato you pull the lever beside the chest, you can hear a door grinding open beside you a large rock grinds to the side revealing a hidden alcove with a ladder disappearing into the darkness above you.

   After climbing the ladder you see that it has returned you to the very entryway of the tomb, you are grinning to yourself as you hurry towards the town, anxious to claim the reward you had been promised.  As soon as you place the golden claw in his hands Lucan happily gives you both his thanks and the 500 gold septims he had promised, the coins jangle musically in your coin purse as you step back out of the store. A few quick stops amid the merchants in Riverwood and and your haggles with them had left you with several days of food and a suit of leather armor to go along with the bow and ax you already held.