In the dimly lit bedroom, Ralof, the rugged Stormcloak soldier, finds his hands wandering as he thinks of the Dragonborn's curves. He strokes his rigid cock, the sound of his handjob filling the room. His eyes close, imagining the hero's face sitting on his lap, her wetness dripping onto his thighs. He erupts, his creamy release coating his abs, a satisfied growl escaping his lips.