Slave of the Dead

A courier approached the side of the Riverwood Trader, pulled out his poster, placed it against the wall, retrieved a pair of nails and a hammer from within his satchel, and began to nail it in place.  The first few he’d had to place, in towns like Rorikstead, Whiterun, and Falkreath, had been a little difficult.  After all, he didn’t usually hang up Missing Persons posters, but these were dark times.

It seemed like more and more would-be adventurers were vanishing into caves these days.  Most of them were typically found days later, but the person on this poster was a special case.  According to the villagers, she had popped into Riverwood for a few days, then ran off in pursuit of something called a “golden claw”, whatever that was, and hadn’t been heard from since.

Even more worrying, the bandits up at Bleak Falls and the tower leading up to it had gone completely silent.  At least the ones outside had left bodies.  The ones inside had just stopped coming out.  The Riverwood townsfolk were of the opinion that something had awoken in Bleak Falls Barrow, and had killed everyone inside.

Including this girl.  The courier stepped back, having finished his hammering and surveyed his work.  Freya Godblessed, as she’d been called.  Well, Godblessed had been added after she’d been one of the few survivors of Helgen.  No one knew anything about her other than that.  

Apparently, she had been something of a sword-for-hire to the villagers here.  She’d cleared out Embershard Mine for Alvor, gotten some unwanted suitors off of Camilla Valerius’ back, and had promised to retrieve said “golden claw” for her brother Lucan, before dashing up into the mountains and vanishing.

The courier shook his head.  No time to get lost in thoughts.  He still had to make his way to Ivarstead and Riften before the day was done.

He spared a thought for this girl.  After all, it was a terrible fate, to survive the tragedy of Helgen, only to be killed by whatever was lurking in Bleak Falls Barrow so soon after.  At the very least, perhaps she had earned entry into Sovngarde, dying gloriously in battle, like a true Nord.  Or perhaps she was having to fend for herself for some horrifying reason, trapped underground.  Though if she’d been forced to hold out underground this long, odds are she was well and truly gone.

The courier shuddered.  He’d met up with an Imperial Soldier from this town.  Haldar or something like that.  Apparently they’d nearly been trapped underground beneath Helgen, as some other unfortunate soldiers had been.  What irony must that have been?  To nearly be trapped underground, survive, and then be trapped underground again for good the next time?

The courier sighed, putting such morbid thoughts out of his mind.  He had work to do, time was running short on the day.

He hoped this girl was alright.

Freya energetically bounced up and down Master’s cock as his hands toyed with her breasts from behind.  He was sitting on his throne, and she was straddling him, taking it in her favorite position, by far.  It was a little difficult and unwieldy lately, with her growing belly, and she would very much do everything she could to protect Master’s offspring, but Master’s pleasure did come first.

She ran a hand along her pregnant stomach, smiling to herself, never slowing with her bouncing.  Her fingers briefly traced over the marks the Draugr priestesses had made on her skin, her marks of eternal happy servitude that glowed just as brightly as the day they were first placed on her.  Maybe they glowed as brightly as her eyes did now.

Master was starting to thrust his hips upward to match her bounces now.  Her dreamy smile widened.  This meant he was getting close.  No doubt when she gave birth, he’d put another child in her as soon as he could.  She couldn’t wait.  She was a good slave, and he rewarded her for her hard work.

Finally, Master peaked, thrusting as far into her as he could.  His shaft began to spasm, and his hot, thick, potent seed began to blast up into her.  She let out a content sigh as he came, before the words on her skin glowed, and she entered into another orgasm, climaxing around her Master’s shaft as he played with her breasts.

After another eternity of bliss, she came down, to find that Master had taken her off of him and left her on the ground, letting their mixed cum dribble out of her pussy while he walked off to do something.  She lay there, happy and complete, feeling at her belly as the child within slowly grew.

Her eyes glazed over as she thought about what her future held.  Her sons and daughters would learn to serve the masters in time as well.  Perhaps they would join the masters in ravishing her.  The mere thought of such a forbidden union sent tingles up her spine and caused her to begin dripping arousal yet again.

Her eyes gazed around the room for several seconds, looking to see if anyone was there, or was coming in.  It didn’t seem so; the room was empty, though she could hear her Masters nearby.  She would patiently wait for them.  They would come when they wanted.

Her eyes briefly fell on the room’s entrance, beyond which lay… something.

Her mind suddenly seemed to clear, for a fraction of a moment.  Beyond that hallway ere… a dead spider, right?  And beyond that were the dead bandits, bandits she had killed on her way in!

Why… had she killed them?  She had come down here for a reason other than to please the Masters but had found her new purpose here, she knew that much.  But… why was she here before?

For a brief moment, she considered getting up, walking to the exit, and seeing what lay beyond…

But then that desire left her, as she was reminded of what she really needed.  She stood up, followed the sounds of her Masters, and continued her eternal servitude.