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Dragonborn Rising	By : unknownauthor05 Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 6875 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Having escaped Cyrodiil, it took a couple of days to cross the mountains, thankful I had enough warm clothing to keep the worst of the cold at bay. Being a Nord, I was capable of withstanding cold naturally, but when the wind whipped up snow into my face, leaving me half blinded as I walked along, even my teeth would chatter as it cut straight through my coat.

The weather cleared as crested the mountain, and I had to stop and stare at the sight that unfolded before me. Skyrim. Home of the Nords. Did I weep at seeing my homeland? No. I’d never felt any major yearning to journey here. Cyrodiil had been my home since my birth. I’d grown up and was happy there. That didn’t mean I was too upset to make a new home for myself in Skyrim. I just had to figure out where and how.

It took a few hours to descend the mountain, walking into a forested area, following the main road until I came to a junction. Looking left and right, the signpost suggested a town was only a couple of miles off to the right, by the name of Falkreath. A town or city meant an inn, food and drink, and a warm bed. So Falkreath it was.

I’ll admit to being relieved that I still had my armour and weapons. I only wore light armour, mostly leather with steel plate in the important parts. My weapons were the best available, though. The Fighter’s Guild didn’t scrimp on armour and weapons, as without the best available, we’d have quickly run out of fighters.

Left feeling rather glad I was young and fit, having spent three days crossing the border, light was dimming as I approached the outskirts of Falkreath, and I realised things were very different in Skyrim to Cyrodiil. Walking up to the main gates, the pair of guards standing there looking rather board gave me a curious glance but said nothing as I passed by. There wasn’t much to Falkreath on first appearance. At the end of the main road was what I guessed the be the lord’s hall. There were a few shops lined either side of the road, including a blacksmith. But, most importantly, there was an inn, a sign suggesting it was named ‘Dead Man’s Drink’.

Walking inside, it was surprisingly empty except for a woman behind the bar and another sweeping the floor. She turned to me and smiled. “Shor's bones! A handsome man in Falkreath!”

“Um, thanks.”

Walking towards the bar, the woman was wiping it down with a cloth, noticing my approach and smiling. “I’m Valga. Welcome to Dead Man’s Drink. What can I get you?”

“An ale, please.”

As she poured me a tankard, I took a seat on one of the stools, dumping my bag on the floor. “I hear a faint accent in your voice, yet you’re clearly a Nord. Where are you from?”

“Just crossed in from Cyrodiil.”

“Oh, whatever for?”

“Needed a change.”

Placing a tankard in front of me, I handed over a couple coin and thanked her. “You’ve perhaps come at the wrong time, with the civil war and all.”

“Civil war?” I couldn’t hide the surprise. I didn’t know a thing about it.

Valga just scoffed. “Of course it wouldn’t be news in Cyrodiil. Ever heard of Ulfric Stormcloak?” I shook my head. “The White-Gold Concordat and the banning of Talos worship?”

“No to the first question. Vaguely the second question.”

“Well, the only thing I can suggest is that you watch yourself when on the open road. The Empire and Stormcloak both patrol, and sometimes don’t mind taking prisoners.”

I took a room for the evening, dumping my bag on the single bed, and as the inn started to fill up for the evening, I found myself chatting with some of the locals. Most were either fellow Nords, but there were a few from Cyrodiil and even a Redguard, a woman by the name of Zaria who ran the local apothecary. As we chatted, I could feel an underlying tension between certain people, believing it was probably to do with the civil war. Some of the Nords were proud to tell me they backed the Stormcloak Rebellion, as it was called. I kept any opinion to myself, not that I had one, merely stating I’d just arrived and was wondering what to do. A local shopkeeper offered me a job, asking if I could head to the city of Riften for him to deliver a parcel. Smart enough to suggest payment was at the other end, I agreed, as it gave me something to do and a chance to earn coin.

I slept alone that night, not that I minded, and it allowed me to make an early start the next morning. After breakfast, I asked for some directions, Valga stating signposts would point the way, and that it should take me about a day to walk there. I bought a couple of things for lunch and set off.

The weather around Falkreath was rather gloomy, and it wasn’t until I crested a large hill, another town off to my left, that I found myself walking in sunshine, though it still wasn’t particularly warm. I passed a few merchants or fellow travellers, and most were polite enough to swap a cheerful ‘Hello!’

Following the signposts to Falkreath, I learned the names of other towns apparently within Skyrim, including Whiterun, Helgen, Ivarstead and Windhelm, which I had heard mentioned the night before as the home city of Ulfric Stormcloak. Sticking to the south road, I ended up on the southern side of what was signed as Lake Honrich. The southern gate into Riften was boarded up, which was a surprise, so I had to cross around to the other side, using the city walls as a guide. The area was rather beautiful, trees reaching for the sky, leaves the colour of red and orange. Scents fill my nostrils. It was remarkably peaceful.

Sun was setting by the time I made the gates. I was tired, my feet hurt, and all I wanted to do was sit down for a drink. But two guards thought they’d try and shake me down first, crossing the spears they were holding to block my entrance.

“See here, anyone wishing to enter has to pay the tax,” Tweedledum stated.

“Yes. Anyone wishing to sample the delights of Riften must pay for the privilege,” Tweedledee added.

“I’m surprised you know words longer than two syllables.”

“What?”

I sighed. “Look, I’ve just walked here all the way from Falkreath. My feet are sore. I’m tired and could do with a wash. All I want is a hot meal, a cold drink, and a warm bed. And I don’t appreciate being dicked around. So I’ll put it like this. Either get out of my way or I’ll put you both on the ground.”

“Think you’re some sort of tough guy?” Tweedledum asked.

“I don’t think I am. But I fought with the Fighter’s Guild of Cheydinhal for three years, so I know I could put a sword through you within five seconds, and your idiot friend there in the next three. Want to test if I’m bullshitting?”

My hand was now at the hilt of my sword, ready to draw, and there must have been a look in my eye, as the pair of idiots shared a nervous glance and moved their spears out of the way. “You may enter,” one of them said meekly.

“I see you shaking down anyone else…” I warned as they moved out of the way.

My first impressions were not great. The smell was horrendous, noticing a dank river of water below that likely hadn’t been filtered years. Only the gods would know what rested in it. A lot of dead things, going by the smell. Otherwise Riften was rather drab, plenty of wooden buildings, and it was clearly not rich at all. I noticed a marketplace in the distance, though it was now deserted considering the time, and the streets were otherwise rather empty.

There was an inn across a wooden bridge, so figuring I could make my delivery the next day, I headed for the inn, wandering inside to find it already quite busy. An Argonian was behind the bar, a female, though I’ll be honest, I found telling the difference between non-humans and elves to be quite difficult. After taking one of the available rooms and dumping my bag upstairs, I returned and took one of the spare tables. The other Argonian, the male and I assumed partner of the female, took my order of a meal and drink. Sitting back with my back against the wall, I gazed over the crowd, listening into some of the conversations.

As it was rather busy, I was approached by a rather tall woman, who asked if she could sit with me. I gestured to the spare seat and she sat down. She introduced herself as Mjoll, and her accent was difficult to place. With long blonde hair and hazel eyes, I’ll admit the armour she wore hid whatever figure she did have. She asked what I was doing in Riften, and I admitted I’d only just arrived in Skyrim, and was delivering a package for someone. Other than that, I didn’t have any plans.

“Careful while you’re in Riften. The Thieves Guild makes their home here.”

I’ll admit my ears pricked up at the mention of them, though I tried to keep my face blank. “Are you sure?” I asked.

“Aye, I am. See that woman over there?” she gestured with her head to a middle aged woman, hair as black as night and a face like thunder, surrounded by people I assumed were her children, “That’s Maven Black-Briar. She has this city in her pocket and the Thieves Guild at her back.”

“Have you had run-ins with them?”

“One or two. Never more than words. But I know who some of them are. They might deny it, but there’s no doubt in my mind who works for them.”

“Thanks for the warning.”

I did mean my thanks, but my mind was already wondering… I’d left the Thieves Guild in Cyrodiil primarily due to my own screw up. Almost being killed would make anyone reconsider their life. However, I was now older and wiser, and I’ll admit, I still thought like a thief at times, wandering through a crowd, thinking ‘I could swipe that coin purse without them noticing’ or look at a business and know they have valuables kept out in the open that I could easily take after a quick picking of a lock. But would I approach the Thieves Guild in Riften? Would I want to go down that road again?

Let’s be honest. I wasn’t the most honourable of people around. Sure, I had worked with the Fighter’s Guild, but even while working with them, I did a few things I probably shouldn’t have been proud of. Particularly when it came to taking payment in pussy rather than coin. Then there was the fact I was fucking a variety of women, unbeknownst to me all of them being married. That was the reason I was in Skyrim anyway.

Heading to bed later that night, I was toying with the idea…

Dropping the package at Elgrim’s Elixirs the next morning, I found myself talking to a cute girl behind the counter who introduced herself as Ingun Black-Briar. I’m not sure if she was a dead ringer for her mother, but her voice was soft and captivating, and I couldn’t help flirting with her for a few minutes before the old woman she worked for cleared her throat, a not so subtle suggestion for me to piss off. She did ask if I was staying in Riften. I said I might have a reason to hang around a little longer.

Keeping to myself, I wandered the streets of Riften, walking past a temple, which appeared to be for the worship of Mara. I couldn’t help snort, because if I worshipped anyone, it was Dibella. She was usually a god worshipped primarily by women, but I followed her doctrine regarding the more erotic delights one can experience. More than one woman I bedded in Cyrodiil worshipped Dibella, albeit in secret.

The local lord’s residence was far more impressive than that I’d seen in Falkreath, walking past that and through the marketplace, where there were quite a number of stalls, shopkeepers yelling out plenty of information regarding their wares. I eventually leaned back against the wall of the inn and watched life drift by, wondering what I should do next. I must have been there for a good twenty minutes before I was joined by someone.

“Never done an honest day's work in your life for all that coin you're carrying, eh, lad?”

“Well, I don’t know about that. What makes you ask that question though?”

“Well, let’s just say that you've got the coin, but you didn't earn a septim of it honestly. I can tell.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, friend. The coin I have now I earned honestly with a Guild.” I gave him a sideways glance. “Let me guess, you’re with the Guild rumoured to operate in this city.”

He glanced my way and smirk. “While I cannot admit to knowing what you’re talking about, you seem to know your stuff already.”

“What you’re wearing is eerily familiar of my youth.”

He nodded, seeming to understand. “Homeless?”

“And an orphan too.”

“What brings you to Riften then?”

“Did a job as a favour for someone in Falkreath. I’ve just recently crossed into Skyrim from Cyrodiil. Looking for work now.”

“I’ve got something for you if you’re interested?” I nodded. “I’ll put it simply. I've got a bit of an errand to perform, but I need an extra pair of hands. And in my line of work, extra hands are well-paid.”

I always liked earning coin, so I took the job offer immediately. He told me what needed doing, and I almost laughed at the simplicity of the job. I told him that, and he chuckled, telling me not to be cocky, to just get the job done and we’d talk afterwards. It really was child’s play. Pick a lock, steal a ring, plant it on someone else. The lock was so simple; I could have done it blindfolded. Actually putting a ring in someone’s pocket was different to what I normally did, but the mark didn’t have a clue, and the whole plan went off without a hitch.

My new friend introduced himself as Brynjolf, and he kept his word, handing me a small coin purse for a job well done, particularly as our mark was quickly approached by a trio of city guard, his pockets turned out, and he was eventually marched off to the cells. Standing with our backs against the wall again, he admitted with a sigh, “I’m just glad that went off without a hitch. About bloody time something went right for us.”

“Something wrong?”

He nodded. “I guess I can be honest if you used to run with the Guild. We’ve been having a run of bad luck, but I suppose that's just how it goes. But never mind that, you did the job and you did it well. Best of all, there's more where that came from. That is, if you think you can handle it.”

“I’ve done this all before. What you just had me do was simple.”

“If I may ask, why’d you leave?”

“I was sixteen and a job went bad. Really bad. I was lucky to get away with my life, and it was then that I chose to take a different path.”

“And now?”

“Well, I can admit I’m not the most honourable of people. But I do believe in honour amongst thieves.”

“Just what I wanted to hear, so I’ll give you some information, and you can do with it what you want. Below Riften is a section of tunnels called the Ratway. The Guild I represent makes its home in a place called the Ragged Flagon. Get there in one piece and we’ll see what happens.”

He disappeared as I wandered the marketplace. I found myself talking to a rather annoyed woman called Grelka. With raven hair and brown eyes, she would have been quite attractive if she wasn’t so grumpy. I had a good look at her armour, and was surprised at the quality, but I didn’t have the coin to buy anything. That just pissed her off even more, and even my attempts at flirting went nowhere. I said I’d be back if I had the coin, but I don’t think she believed me.

What I learned with the Thieves Guild back in Cyrodiil is that the homeless, the destitute and the downtrodden are usually associates. After giving a coin to one of the local homeless, I asked about the Ratway. She sized me up good and proper before telling me what to go. “Careful, stranger. All sorts of riff-raff call the Ratway home.”

Figuring there was no point in delaying, I found the entrance to the Ratway, and making sure I had weapon in hand, I walked in.

The first thing to overwhelm me was the smell. By the Eight, it was enough to make even me gag, and I’d traipsed through my fair share of shit over the years, walking through sewers as I worked for the Guild as a kid, or even for the Fighter’s Guild later on. I took a few deep breaths, trying to get used to it, before I moved on.

The Ratway was home to the crazy, the foolish, the damn fucking insane. I didn’t want to kill them, as I’d seen and met plenty during my time in Cyrodiil. Generally, I tried to just knock them out, or at least leave them on the ground with a stern warning to not try it again. Most were smart enough to nod their acceptance. The last guy I met, though. He was fucking enormous, armed with a big cleaver, and he just wouldn’t see sense. Clearly insane, I had to cut him down, and I had to do it quick, as his cleaver came too close for comfort more than once.

Walking into the Ragged Flagon, I was surprised at the lack of smell, particularly due to the pool of water around which the tavern was situated. I guess it wasn’t as stagnant as the water that ran through the middle of Riften itself. I noticed Brynjolf in the middle of a group of people, and stood back though eavesdropped on their conversation. He made it sound like I was some sort of saviour of their group. I’m not sure about that, but he seemed rather happy to see me, walking forward to shake my hand.

“Well, colour me impressed, lad. I wasn't sure I'd ever see you again!”

“Why? I made it pretty clear I was interested.” I thumbed behind me, adding, “And that lot out there wasn’t much trouble.”

He barked a short laugh. “Reliable and headstrong? You're turning out to be quite the prize!”

“I’m not sure about that, but I’m not inexperienced, that’s for sure.”

He grabbed my arm and led me forward. “Let me introduce you around. Behind the bar is Vekel. Runs it, and once you’re confirmed, he’ll look after you. The blonde is Vex, our expert lockpicker. The bald egg is Delvin. He’ll hook you up with jobs. Our Redguard friend is Tonila. She’s our fence and will always do you a good price. And finally, that big lump of meat over there is Dirge. One rule about Dirge. Don’t fuck with Dirge.”

I looked at Dirge, and as he was bigger than me, I took his advice to heart. “Now, it’s getting dark, and while it’s usually our best time to work, to be honest, pickings are thin here. However, if you haven’t a bed for the night, you can crash with us and you can do an initiation test for us tomorrow. Every potential recruit does it.”

“Sure, no problem.”

“Want a drink?”

I certainly wanted a drink, and though the ale served to me left a lot to be desired, I sat at a table with Delvin, Vex and Brynjolf and listened as they discussed matters. Whether they trusted me or not, I’m not sure, but they had no problem discussing business. I kept my eyes on Vex, as she was very cute, with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and wearing armour that showed off her best assets. She noticed me looking and just folded her arms, trying to warn me off, though her eyes suggested she was returning the appraisal.

Brynjolf suggested a little later that we should get a little shut eye, and before I could follow, Vex grabbed my forearm. “Be careful if you want to mix business with pleasure,” she said quietly.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She scoffed but said nothing else as I followed Brynjolf down a separate corridor, through a secret entrance, and into an enormous cistern. It was there that I was introduced to more members of the Guild, including a gorgeous brunette by the name of Sapphire, whose cold demeanour, quite frankly, made me even more interested in her. I was like that sometimes.

Brynjolf went through a few of the rules, though suggested that I’d learn a lot more once I passed my initiation, but for now, I was welcome to a bed at least. Most of the others headed to bed rather quickly, so I decided to do the same thing, feeling a little disappointed that it was another night alone. I hadn’t gone more than three days without sex for a long time now, so this was my longest dry spell since I’d turned eighteen and that first night with Ariel. I tried not to dream of her as I drifted off.

The next morning after breakfast, Brynjolf explained the test. I was to obtain protection money from businesses in Riften that were now refusing to honour their debts. I’d changed out of my armour the night before, so asked if I could at least be giving a coat with a hood to hide my face. “A thief takes pride in anonymity after all,” I said.

“Right you are, Ragnar,” he replied, and he managed to find me what I wanted. Putting it on, he said my face was in darkness, and I should be safe.

The first target was a man by the name of Bersi. He knew where I was from and was immediately uncooperative. Brynjolf had warned me that we did not kill people, but if sometimes we needed to rough people up to get them to behave. It only took a slap for him to hand over the money, promising he’d pay on time going forward.

Next target, the Argonian lady who ran the inn. Word must have already spread, as it only took a subtle threat to deal with her. Did I feel a little bit of guilt? Perhaps, but I surprised even myself by being back in the mindset of working for the Guild. The only thing I needed to learn was if they operated by the same standards at the Guild in Cyrodiil. I’d have to ask some questions of my own.

The last target was Haelga, and she already had the coin waiting for me, so word must have definitely spread. Her look of disdain amused me, and I was ready to depart until seeing the statue of Dibella nearby. “You worship her?” I wondered.

“I do. What business of it is yours?”

“None. It’s just unusual someone would openly have a statue of her on display. Even I know those who worship her are looked down upon for various reasons. I’ve heard of women run out of towns for openly worshipping her.”

“Why do you even care?” Considering my lifestyle and who I worshipped, the amulet I wore shouldn’t be a surprise. But it certainly was to her, and I had to laugh as her demeanour completely changed. She held the amulet as I removed my hood. To be honest, I didn’t mind if she saw my face considering what I had in mind. “So, you worship her but you’re a thief?”

“I’m not a thief. I’m just getting paid for some work.” A damned lie, but it didn’t matter. She was your typical Nord. Blonde, blue-eyed, busty. Bit of an attitude, which I liked. I preferred feisty to placid. No ring on her left hand, suggesting she was unmarried. Same as all the women from Cyrodiil…

“It’s unusual a man would worship Dibella.”

“She’s the Goddess of Love. Or certain other things that brings enjoyment to life.”

“And if you weren’t in here extorting me, I might just be interested.”

So I handed the money back. “I’ve got it covered. Don’t worry about it. Just make sure you pay your debts to the faction I’m representing, and you won’t have someone on your doorstep again. And next time, it might not be someone as generous as myself. Understand?”

“I do. And you’re serious?”

“Were you?”

She handed the amulet back. “Tell you what. Are you ever in the Bee and Barb?”

“Well, I’m rather new in town, but you might see me in there from time to time.”

“If you’re serious about your Dibella worship…”

“Want me to recite one of her prayers?” She shook her head. “Your name is Haelga?” She nodded. “I’m Ragnar.”

“Well, despite the circumstances, it’s a pleasure, Ragnar.”

“The pleasure is mine. So, the Bee and Barb? I’ll make sure I drop by sometime. Might buy you a drink.”

I’ll admit, I walked out shaking my head, wondering what the hell just happened. I had more than enough coin to cover the paltry sum each mark owed, so returning to Brynjolf with coin in hand raised no questions. He was pleased I’d done it without too much violence and, more importantly, had sent a message. Well, maybe not entirely, but I had a feeling my subtle warning to Haelga would be enough too.

“Lad, I’ll admit it, two tasks and you’ve completed both bloody well. Far as I’m concerned, you’ve more than proved yourself.”

“And I’ll admit it that I prefer my coin purse bulging rather than empty.”

That made him laugh, earning a clap on the back. “That’s the spirit! But, I’ll be honest, things have been rough around here for a long time. But that’s for me to worry about. If you keep doing these jobs, we’ll all be rolling in coin in no time.”

Brynjolf wasted no time, leading me into the cistern again where I was introduced to the leader of the Guild, a man by the name of Mercer. Ever have a shiver up your spine from just a look at someone? I had that with Mercer. There was something about him that immediately had me worried, though maybe I was misreading the situation. Brynjolf spoke in glowing terms of myself. I don’t think Mercer was entirely convinced, but he agreed nonetheless.

“One thing before we begin, Ragnar. I want to make it perfectly clear. If you play by the rules, you walk away rich. You break the rules and you lose your share. No debates, no discussions. You do what we say, when we say. Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal, boss. You won’t have any problem with me. I’ve worked with the Guild before.”

“Really? Well, if you’re as good as Brynjolf thinks you are, and as good as you think you are, then I think we’ll put that to the test.”

Brynjolf wasn’t happy. “Mercer, you’re not thinking of the Goldenglow job are you? Even Vex couldn’t get in.”

Mercer turned on Brynjolf. “You claim this recruit possesses an aptitude for our line of work. If so, let him prove it. Goldenglow Estate is critically important to one of our largest clients. However, the owner has suddenly decided to take matters into his own hands, and shut us out. He needs to be taught a lesson.”

“I’ll do it. Give me a few days to scope it out and make some preparations. But it’ll be done.”

My confidence appeared to surprise Mercer, before he gave an approving nod, turned and walked away. Brynjolf led me back to the Flagon to fill me in on the details, announcing at the same time that I was now a member of the Thieves Guild. The first thing I did was grab armour from Tonila. It was similar to that I’d worn while working for the Guild in Cyrodiil.

I didn’t remain in the Flagon all day though. Once it was dark, I headed to the Bee and Barb, taking the same seat as before. This time, I was looking for female company that would hopefully end my dry spell. Ingun walked in first, and once she met my eyes, I gestured to the empty chair across from me. I was pleased she moved immediately in my direction.

“A pleasant surprise, Ragnar.”

“Nice to see you again, Ingun. Elgrim keeping you busy?”

I listened in as I gestured for two drinks, a couple of tankards quickly placed in front of us. If either of the Argonians recognised me as the one who’d been in for payment, they didn’t give it away.

“What brought you to Riften?” Ingun asked as we started our second drink.

“I really shouldn’t say. It’s a little embarrassing, and you’ll probably up and leave when I tell you.”

“Oh.” She leaned forward, whispering, “Is it scandalous?”

Learning forward myself, I whispered back, “Very.”

“How scandalous?”

“Well, let’s just say some jealous husbands ran me out of Cyrodiil.” She gasped, no doubt in shock. “I assure you, I didn’t know they were married.”

“They? How many were you bedding?”

“A few. My job took me around Cyrodiil, and let’s just say I had some lovers around.”

I was surprised when she actually laughed. I honestly thought she would have been horrified, that helped calm me. “Well, I can see why,” she said softly.

“Oh… Why?”

She started to blush, so I figured she wanted to say something perhaps a little unladylike. “Would you like to come back to mine for a drink, Ragnar?”

I couldn’t help smile. “That’s a rather forward invitation, Ingun.”

“I don’t like beating around the bush. Are you interested?”

“Very.”

I stood up, offering my arm, and we departed rather quickly. She guided me towards the front door of their manor, whispering for me to be quiet, though she was fairly sure no-one should be home. Inside was rather dark, and I noticed her grab a bottle of something. Expecting to be escorted upstairs, we ended up heading down into what I thought would have been the basement. Her room was rather plain, though had a double bed at least. “I’m sure you have questions. Trust me, I’m down here as a form of punishment,” she said, taking a seat on the bed. I shut the door and joined her.

Popping the cork of the bottle, she took a swig before handing it to me. It was wine, so I took a good mouthful. “Punishment?” I asked.

“Because I won’t do what they want me to do. I like working for Elgrim and I want to learn how to become a master alchemist.”

“And your mother doesn’t like that?”

She scoffed. “Certainly not. She wants me to work alongside my brother in the ‘family business’. No thank you.” She took another swig of wine. “But enough about that. What about you, Ragnar?”

“What would you like to know?” She wanted to know the important details, so I shared what I thought was, such as the fact I was an orphan, living in the Imperial City, worked as a thief, worked for the Fighter’s Guild, my journey to Skyrim and then how I ended up in Riften. I didn’t mention the Thieves Guild bit, just suggesting I’d look for work. “How long do you intend on staying?”

I shrugged. “No idea. I’ll see what happens.”

Reaching across to put the bottle on the small chest next to her bed, she turned towards me and wasted no time kissing me. I realised quite quickly she was rather eager, left thinking she was… desperate. That wasn’t always a bad thing, assuming it might have been a while. She certainly wasted little time trying to get my clothes off, so I returned the favour, sliding off her coat and blouse, leaving her bra and skirt. She had very nice skin, though her hands were a little rough, no doubt from dealing with all sort of chemicals, but I didn’t mind so much.

Taking her bra off was easy, freeing a pair of rather perky breasts, nipples already rock hard in her excitement. My coat and shirt was already off, and her hands were exploring my body at the same time. Wanting to take charge, I lay her down on the bed, and fumbled with the buttons for her skirt, finally breaking our kiss to remove her boots and skirt, before I finally removed her panties, revealing a nice patch of dark hair, and it was clear she was very excited.

Kicking off my boots first, I wasted little time lowering my face to her pussy, running a tongue up her slit, earning a gasp from just that, and she tasted divine. Pushing her legs slightly wider, I simply lapped at her cunt, using all my experience earned over the past couple of years to tease her, running one hand up her stomach so I could fondle her breasts at the same time. Parting her lips with my tongue, I teased and probed her entrance, swallowing whatever juices that flowed, and I just had to compliment her on the taste.

Switching my right hand fondling her breasts for my left, I slid a couple of fingers from my right hand inside her, and that excited her even more. “So long,” she whispered.

This wasn’t the time for questions, but it wasn’t something I could ask about later. Right now, I wanted her to cum. I was left thinking she needed it. With a couple of fingers inside her, just teasing her, occasionally touching that special spot everyone woman has, I switched my tongue to tease her clit at the same time. She was soon writhing on the bed, and I knew by instinct that she wasn’t going to last long.

“Ragnar,” she breathed.

I loved it when women breathed my name in such a manner. It meant I was definitely doing something right. It surprised me when she purposely spread her legs a little further, begging for my fingers to fuck her harder and faster. I was tempted to finish undressing and just slide my cock inside her, but that would be for later. So I did as she asked and now used all the tricks I knew regarding her clit.

She near enough jolted off the bed before her back arched, and I knew she was now well on her way. My fingers were now fucking her hard, though my arm didn’t get sore. I’d done this often enough now that it would take hours for either my arm or jaw to get sore. More than once I’d eaten our one of my lovers all night, leaving them a sweating, quivering mess by the time I was done.

“Oh, Ragnar!” she cried. If she was meaning for this triste to be in secret, I think it ended with that. Not that I cared, as all the body language suggested she was on the verge of a climax, and quite a good one. I felt her start to squeeze my fingers, and with one loud, long moan, she did have quite the orgasm, grabbing one of her pillows to cover her screams. I kept pumping and licking all the way through it, and wondered if she’d want to be keep going, but I eventually heard a whisper for me to stop. I did so and quite happily licked my fingers clean, sitting on my knees as I gazed down upon her naked body. That actually her start to blush, watching her chest rise and fall as she sucked in some deep breaths.

“I would ask where you learned…” I just smiled and lowered myself down so I could give her a gentle kiss, feeling one of her hands run through my hair. “Well, whoever you did learn with, I should thank her.”

“Been a while?”

“Mother judges any man who even talks to me. It’s why…” She blushed again. “It’s why I was in such a hurry to get you here.”

“Well, you’ll hear no complaints from me regarding that.”

She took ten minutes to recover, sipping a little wine again, and then she sucked my cock. Like all the women I’m intimate with, she expressed surprise as it was uncovered, taking a few moments just to appreciate it. I’ve never actually measured it, but most of the women I’d been with in Cyrodiil suggested it was the largest they’d seen and had inside them, while Ingun with me right now was worried about it hurting her. I assured her I was always gentle the first time.

“Oh, you’re fucking me regardless,” she stated before she attempted to swallow as much of my cock as possible.

Having just eaten her out, I was already rather turned on, so my own orgasm wouldn’t be long in arriving. But ever since that first time with Ariel, my body had learned how to cope with certain things, and while I would always cum from a blowjob, it took a little longer for me to cum so I could at least enjoy it for a while.

Ingun certainly seemed to like sucking my cock, proving very enthusiastic as her head bobbed up and down. She didn’t attempt to swallow the whole length, but what she did with her tongue was enough to drive me wild. Asking where I should finish, she just smiled at me and I assumed that meant it in her mouth. I’d been fooled once and ended up cumming on myself when she removed her mouth, so I asked for clarification. “I swallow,” Ingun stated, and that put my mind at ease.

She took a blast in the mouth a couple of minutes later. No doubt anyone in the house would have heard me groan at the same time, giving me a chuckle once I’d finished in her mouth. “What?” she asked.

“I just had a vision of your door bursting open while you were sucking my cock, about to take my load in your mouth.”

Ingun moved up to straddle my groin, my rather flaccid cock not rising just yet. I had youth on my side, but I still needed a few minutes of recovery. She leaned down to kiss me, and was surprised when I did so. I said it was only a lingering taste, and if she was willing to swallow, I can handle the after taste. She said that was rather sweet.

We made out for a while, and with her beautiful naked body on me, and the heat of her sex at my groin, it didn’t take long for me to get hard again. Once I was, Ingun simply sat up, lifted herself up a little, and slowly slid down my cock. It took her a little while to take my entire length, and I just watched her face explode with delight as more of my cock disappeared inside her. “By the Eight, Ragnar, it feels wonderful!”

“And you’re wonderfully tight, Ingun.”

Another blush, though it was joined by a rather sweet smile. Once she was bottomed out, she gyrated a few times, gasping quite loudly and she shuddered. “Well, that certainly hits the spot!”

Resting my hands lightly on her hips, she quite happily started to bounce and grind a little, and I quickly moved one hand to her breasts. She leaned down rather quickly herself so I could finally get my mouth on one of her nipples, running one of her hands through my hair again. “You’re so big, Ragnar,” she whispered, “I’ve never had a cock like it before.”

I wasn’t dumb enough to ask ‘How many cocks have you had?’ though I’m sure I wasn’t the only one to think that whenever a woman said it. Then again, I’d had my fair share of pussy, so thinking anything negative would be one hell of a double standard. I went with the mindset of we’re fucking now and enjoying it, and hopefully it happens again.

Ingun was soon riding me hard and fast, her kisses hot and passionate, and with hands to either side of my body, she was now riding me in search of another orgasm. Lifting and bending my knees, I ran my hands up and down her back and started to thrust up into her, watching her face bloom with a gorgeous smile. “That’s it. Fuck me.”

Her face hovered just above mine as I started to properly do as she’d asked, and the noises she started to make suggested she was about to cum again. I couldn’t help smile myself, and she knew why. “I thought it would hurt, but it’s wonderful...”

“Glad you like it.”

She certainly did, as when she started to squeeze my cock again, her orgasm imminent, I fucked her hard and fast, earning a rather delightful scream and quite the giggle, watching her face as she leaned down to kiss me hard as she started to cum. Her body writhed against mine, holding onto her as she shuddered from her feet to her shoulders. She surprised me by asking me to keep going, as she wanted me to cum too, and nowhere else but inside her.

That wish was granted a couple of minutes later. Once I was done, she quite happily collapsed onto my chest, where we swapped a rather soft kiss before I wrapped my arms around her. “Well, I can see why you had so many lovers now,” she whispered.

“You’re my first in Skyrim,” I admitted.

She giggled. “Well, consider me honoured.”

Once we’d recovered and cleaned up, we fucked again a little later, Ingun this time on her back, wanting nothing more than to be ‘fucked hard by your big dick, Ragnar.’ She got what she wanted, and considering she had worried about me hurting her to start off with, she absolutely loved it as I drove into her over and again, surprising me further by spreading her legs completely wide, holding then under her knees. We both made quite a lot of noise by then, and I’m sure whoever was upstairs would definitely have heard us. I figured I’d hear about it the next morning.

Sharing a second orgasm, admittedly I came first and had to help Ingun to another climax with my fingers, we cleaned up and snuggled under the covers. As always, I happily held the woman I’d just been intimate with in my arms, and she asked if I’d like to do it again. I assured her I would, and I think that response made her happy.

I woke up alone in the morning to see a note on the bedside table. It was from Ingun, letting me know she’d had a great time, but she had to go to work early. After dressing, any hope of sneaking out was ended when I had to pass through the dining room, and at the table sat Maven Black-Briar.

“Shit,” I muttered, before I walked forward. “Good morning,” I stated cheerfully.

“Enjoy yourself last night, young man?”

“Your daughter was wonderful company, Miss Black-Briar.”

“So you know who I am yet you still thought bedding my daughter was a good idea?”

“She was just as willing as I was.”

“I’ll warn you only the once, whoever you are. Come near my daughter again, or if I find you in this house again, not even tracking dogs will find your body. Understand?”

“While I might understand your warning, what about what Ingun wants?”

“I decide what Ingun wants, considering her head is in the clouds most of the time. Now, I suggest you piss off before I change my mind and deal with you now.”

I’m not stupid and headed out without another word. Heading back to the Flagon, I ran into Brynjolf, who wondered where I’d been. When I freely confessed to who I’d bedded, the colour drained from his face. Delvin burst into laughter at the table nearby. “You fucked Ingun Black-Briar?” Brynjolf whispered.

“I don’t see the big deal.”

Brynjolf shook his head. “Maven is…” He trailed off and sighed. “You’ll find out soon enough. But I can assume she warned you off?” I nodded. “Heed that warning, Ragnar. Trust me on this.”

“She’s a grown woman. She can decide…”

“She’s a Black-Briar, Ragnar. And what Maven says goes. You won’t want to make this an issue. As I said, trust me.” He cleared his throat. “Right, now what about Goldenglow?”

“You said Vex tried the job?” He nodded. “Well, I’ll see what she says, but do you think it’s a two-man job?”

He shrugged. “It’s possible. If you want assistance, I don’t see a problem. It’s always good to have someone watching your back.”

“What’s her skill?”

“Lockpicking.”

“I’m good with a pick, but I’m no master. If she’s that good, then that alone will be helpful.”

“It’s up to you at the end of the day, Ragnar. But try not to take too long. There isn’t a time limit on the job, but the sooner it’s done, the happier the client.”

I nodded my agreement. “Very well. I’ll get to work right away. Time to earn my place here.”
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