Stay with the Nord.

As much as the idea repels you, in your heart you know that you have only the one real choice and that is to spend the night with the drunken nord at the bar; while the greater amount of gold for recovering the claw was certainly tempting, only a madwoman would charge blindly into a tomb just chalk full of aggressive enemies of unknown power when she was armed with only a single iron sword, not to mention her complete lack of the usual armor, food, torches and healing potions one would normally bring with them when they are adventuring in a dangerous location.

Your shoulders slump slightly and a long sigh comes from your mouth, when you straighten up a moment later Lucan is looking at you quizzically over his ale mug an uncertain frown on his face, you give him a small smile and tried to project an air of confidence and certainty into your voice. “Very well Lucan, I will enter the tomb tomorrow, when I return you will pay me the amount agreed upon”

Your voice must have been convincing indeed as a look of thankful relief settles over the imperials face, he drains the last of his ale and climbs to his feet, after again thanking you profusely the merchant turns and hurries out of the inn, a cool gust of wind swirls through the nearly empty room as the door thuds close behind him.

When you turn around the bartender is wiping down the counter with a rag, the only other souls in the common room are yourself and the drunken nord who had propositioned you earlier. Steeling yourself, you hurry across the room and settle yourself onto the stool beside the nord, he openly leered at your half exposed tits before bothering to lift his eyes to your face “Hey sweet tits” he spoke in the overly loud voice of a drunken man “did you change your mind about staying with ol’ Thorvald?” you **** a sultry smile onto your face “Why yes handsome, yes I did, perhaps you and I could go to…”

He leaps out of the barstool before you can even finish speaking; tossing a handful of septims down onto the bar he seizes your hand and half guiding, half dragging you he staggered with an impressive turn of speed across the room. Heading for one of the wooden doors leading to the private rooms, Thorvald shoved open the door and in a surprisingly courtly gesture made a sweeping gesture for you to enter before him.

The bedroom was small and low ceilinged, a tiny window in the wall above the bed let a thin stream of moonlight into the room, between that window and the single candle burning on the nightstand the room was dim but your eyes adjust quickly, much of the small room’s floor space was taken up by a small bowl bearing bedside table, a tall wardrobe that stood in the corner and the wide wooden bed across from the door.

After stripping off your shirt and pants you take a few steps forwards and hop up onto the bed, arranging your body into a seductive pose you look back at the human and smile knowingly, one of your finger runs up the length of your thigh “well, are you joining me or not?.” He quickly strips off his tunic, revealing a hairy and a growing beer gut, he then yanks off his pants revealing his erection, while it’s not the largest you had seen by any means it was an impressive enough 7 inches long.

You have already started on yourself while he was undressing, one of your hands is teasing and stroking at your perky b-cup breasts and small red nipples atop them, the nipples have already hardened from your loving attention; your other hand is at your pussy, stroking up and down along your damp slit, your fingers moving with an exquisite slowness.

Thorvald kneels on the bed in front of you, draping your right leg around his shoulder he leans forwards and kisses the damp lips of your quim; lightly tugging at your clit with his teeth. You gasp in shock and pleasure as he grabs your other leg, draping them both over his shoulders as he licks and nibbles around you, slowly working his way to your moist centre, a ragged moan comes from you and your body shakes as his tongue rakes hard against your g-spot.

Wrapping his arms around your slender calves, Thorvald begins to lift, pressing your knees back towards your face, hiding him from view and leaving your love box open and exposed o his attentions, you can feel the tip of his cock tickling the bottom of your moist opening. Then, without warning he drives himself forward, pushing himself all the way into you in one deep thrust, the first orgasm washes over you and a groan of pleasure comes from you, Thorvald is pumping as deeply into your snatch as he could, his hands still stroking and tugging at your bouncing breasts, you can feel his pace quicken until Thorvald is pounding you like he was a wild animal, gasps and moans flow from your mouth as another orgasm roars through you, Suddenly the Nord comes with a roar, pumping his hot seed deep into your body.

The sheets are wildly tangled around you when one of yours eyes al last crack open, you can hear birdsong coming from outside and a beam of sunlight is lancing through the small window above you, a thought suddenly comes to you and you jerk upright in the bed, your eyes darting about the room. You are alone now, Thorvald must have left while you were still asleep, your eyes come to a rest on the bedside table, and there beside the water bowl were several small stacks of golden coins.

After giving yourself a quick wipe down with the water basin and re-donning your clothes, you step out into the inn common room; the room is nearly empty and you hurry through it silently and without meeting anyone’s eyes. A few stops at the merchants of the town quickly change your new found wealth into objects, more specifically a large pack, a wooden shield, a helm some boots and bracers all made of a thick bear fur and a single healing potion, the remaining dozen coins you spend on food, your stomach having voiced its complaints numerous times in your earlier purchases.

It is not until you are actually standing at the outskirts of town that you hesitate for a moment, you could certainly continue onwards to the barrow and try to recover the stolen claw or you could simply leave, not even try or at least leave and come back another time.