Use the claw

 An idea comes to you as you examine the hand in the center of the door, holding up the golden claw you slowly insert it into place inside the door; the door slowly and loudly rolls aside and into the wall.  Much of the room revealed beyond is taken up with a large raised dais of some kind, half a dozen tall steps climb to a wide, flat platform; upon this dais rests a trio of what looks like heavy stone coffins and a pair of treasure chests, remembering what Lucan had said about draugr you have a sneaking suspicion on just what is inside those coffins. Your attention is drawn to the elaborately worked wall behind the coffins; the wall seems to be covered in some kind of writing, though it is not of any language you recognize you have the oddest impression of familiarity when you look at it.

 Although you had stuck to the deepest of the shadows as you approached and would swear to the Nine that you made less noise than the wind; the second you set foot on the dais the stone lids of all three coffins slam upwards, **** open by the creatures now emerging from inside.  The things climbing to their feet had tattered looking skin of a dull greyish hue and wore battered and ancient looking armor, their withered hands carrying long two handed blades of similar age and design.  Though you are still in the shadows the faces of all three creatures turn to face your hiding spot, their eye sockets are blazing with a cold, malevolent icy blue light.

 Roaring a war cry you race forward, your unexpected charge making the walking corpses hesitate, this proves fatal for one as your blade cuts his head from his shoulders.  Whirling on the next you quickly **** it backwards and in a flurry of blows take both arms at the elbow followed a moment later by its head.  As you turn to the third draugr however, a heavy blow strikes your wrist, you cry out as your blade drops from your fingers; a powerful hand seizes you around the throat, a leering draugr face at the other end of the arm.  

 Drawing you close with an inhuman strength it forces its long, purple tongue into your mouth; your stomach heaving at the foul taste you strain frantically against it but to no avail, the walking corpse is far stronger than you are.  The creature suddenly whirls you around and bends you over one of the coffins; you can feel it tugging down your pants and its other hand is stroking your breasts; and gods help you but you can feel yourself starting to respond to its touches.

 Your pants now gone, the fingers of the draugr have free access to your hairless slit and access it they do; the things fingers trace several passes around your lower lips; you moan quietly and give an involuntary twitch when he touches your clit with a rough finger.  He traces your slick, puffy lips for a moment longer then slides one finger into your damp slit, his thumb massaging your clit as he forces a second finger inside you, before suddenly withdrawing his hand.  

 You can feel your legs **** farther apart as he slowly forces himself into you, inch by exquisite inch; you push back against him with all your might, desperately wanting the things whole cock inside of you, filling you, making you scream as you cum.  Halfway in, he freezes and began rubbing the head of his cock against your g-spot, the feeling is incredible and you are suddenly in the thrall of a powerful orgasm.  

 Your back arches as the walls of your vagina clamp down on the massive cock inside you.  The draugr unexpectedly slams his cock all the way into you before your orgasm finishes and you come again; he pounds his cock in and out of your tiny snatch, harder than you had ever been fucked before and you loved it.  He grabs a hold of your hips with each hand to hold your thrashing form steady as he jack hammered his cock into you; giving a roar he erupts into you, jet after jet of cold, thick semen filling your womb. 

 With inhuman strength, the draugr suddenly spins you around, settling you back onto the coffin but this time face up, **** to look up at its withered face and the leer it wore.  A sudden stab of shame and fury races through you at the sight of the things leer, *What am I doing* you think to yourself in distaste *this is a foe to be destroyed not a lover to be savored and enjoyed*; your hand seizes the undead thing around the throat and you close your eyes, trying hard to concentrate.  

 The creature sneers down at you and begins pounding its still hard cock in and out of your exposed quim but suddenly there are brilliant orange-red flames erupting from around your hands; the draugr screams in pain and tosses you away, but your summoned flames are already racing across the things form, and it soon collapses to the ground.  

 You slowly bring your ragged breathing under control, magic was not your speciality and it took a lot out of you but that did not mean you were incapable of casting spells.  Searching the two chests on the dais added some coins, an elaborately worked silver ring, a long wooden bow and a dozen arrows to your loot.  You take one last look at the oddly familiar writing on the wall before you leave, though you can still make no sense of it you are haunted by that strange feeling of familiarity.  

 When you return to Riverwood, the gold the shopkeeper Lucan had promised for the return of the claw was added to your loot quickly enough as the young merchant proves overjoyed at your quick return of his stolen property and gives you quite a good price for that silver ring as well.

 The sun overhead was surprisingly warm on your face though there was a cool breeze stirring your long, thick red hair as you headed out of the small town, your sword on one hip and a heavy coin purse jingling musically on the other.