JoS/Elias/2nd Journal - I’m a Dragonborn, Bitch

As you can probably guess, I fucked he blacksmith’s daughter back in Roverwood. It was pretty easy to convince her to come see this cool dragon fossil I found in the woods. I thought I was busted when she decided to ask her dad first, but the fucking idiot let her come with me.

Anyways, I pulled up the girls dress when we were a good distance away from the village and went to town. She didn’t complain too much, but she definitely put up a fight when I started shoving my cock into her. She was as tight as could be expected. I rammed by cock into the poor bitch until I came into her snatch and then after caressing the little girls body for a few minutes, I left her in the forrest to make it back to Riverwood on her own.

I decided it was best not to hang around Riverwood after that, so I went to Whiterun and ended up talking to the Yarl about the dragon attack. Then he told me to talk to his annoying ass court wizard who gave me some shit job to go into a cave and get some bullshit tablet or something. It sounded fucking gay to me, but I needed money and it’s not like I had any better job offers. So I did it.

I only had to deal with a few bandits and those walking dead things. I mean, they’re fucking creepy as shit but it could be worse. Anyways, the crazy shit happened when I got back to Whiterun with the stupid tablet. A dragon attacked the northern watchtower near Whiterun. For some reason, the Jarl wanted me to go help out which kind of sucked. Like, I’ve only seen one once before. It’s not like I’m a fucking expert, right. But I just his in the watchtower and let the guards to all the work.

They actually killed the dragon which was pretty fucking crazy. That’s when it got even crazier, I absorbed the dragons energy or something. I didn’t even know how. But right after, I was able to do shouts like Jarl Ulfric or the Greybeards. Except it usually takes a lifetime to learn, and I did it in seconds. Fuck.

Then when I got back to the city, I heard a loud noise. The Jarl said it was the graybeards calling me so because I’m the Dragonborn! I guess it’s true, I mean, that’s the only way I could have absorbed that dragon’s power. Just like the old songs say, I’m here to save the world or some shit.

I don’t really want to go see the Greybeards, though. Visiting with a bunch of old ass monks that live on a mountain isn’t my idea of a good time. But word that I’m Dragonborn is already spreading around Whiterun and soon all of Skyrim will probably know. Hell, that blacksmith will probably thank me for raping his daughter now…