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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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Vex and I spent three days casing the Goldenglow estate, looking for any signs of weakness, learning patrol patterns, when there was a change in the guard, how many guards there were, were there any visitors, who they might be, anything and everything that would gain us an advantage and get us inside the building itself.

In addition to the work, we actually spent time talking. She certainly kept her cards close, and prising anything out of her was like pulling teeth, but once she realised that I was honest about anything I told her, probably strange considering our line of work, she slowly but surely started to open up. “Don’t start getting any funny ideas, Ragnar. I’m in this job for the gold, not to make friends.” She then paused and looked me up and down. “However, I’m also a flesh and blood woman, and compared to most of the idiots who work for us, you appear to have some talent, and you’re rather handsome.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t let it go to your head.”

“But?”

The shield cracked for a moment as she smiled. “Well, like any woman, I like to be fucked. Tell you what. We do this job clean, I might just be interested enough to give you what you clearly want.”

“I don’t expect sex in… Actually, that’s a lie.”

Now she properly laughed. “You’re serious?”

Shrugging, I said, “I may have taken the opportunity for a good fuck session as payment for jobs while working for the Fighter’s Guild. Pissed off my old Guild Master when I returned with no coin but empty balls.”

Returning to the Guild, Brynjolf showed interest in what we learned, Vex and I agreeing that we would hit Goldenglow the next evening. A good thief uses anything they can to their advantage, and darkness is a thief’s natural ally.

The night before hitting Goldenglow, I headed up to the Bee and Barb for a good meal and a stiff drink. I’ll be honest in admitting it was due to a case of the nerves. The last big job I’d done in Cyrodiil ended with me critically injured and on death’s door. Vex and I knew what we would be walking into this time, but there was still lingering doubt in the back of my mind.

Sitting at my already usual chair, I was joined by Haelga after I’d polished off my meal. She sat down without invitation, which didn’t bother me at all, gesturing for a couple of drinks for us. Once the tankards were placed down and my plate cleared away, I leaned forward a little. “I didn’t know if you’d ever approach me or not,” I admitted.

“You left me rather intrigued, Ragnar. I’ve seen you wandering around town. Have you found yourself some work?”

“I have. Keeps me occupied and out of trouble.”

“Good to know.” She paused, before asking quietly, “And you weren’t leading me on about the Dibella worship?”

I was surprised she moved onto that topic so quickly, so smiled as I said, “I’ll put it in words you’ll understand, Haelga. I love to fuck. And I love nothing better than bringing a woman to continuous orgasm.”

She smiled in return. “It’s unusual to meet a man so blunt in his desires. So many beat around the bush or find themselves unable to speak about the subject, embarrassed about their natural desire for intimacy.”

“And what do you desire, Haelga?”

“A thick, hard cock filling all my holes.”

“Play your cards right, and you might just get your wish.”

“Not tonight?” she asked, pouting a little bit.

“I have important work tomorrow, and while you would be a delightful distraction, I must be focused.”

She surprised me by leaning across and kissing me. A soft kiss, but one that promised a lot more, running a hand down my cheek for good measure. “Well, I’ll just have to make do with my fingers tonight then,” she whispered.

“You’re quite blunt yourself.”

“My sexuality is nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Absolutely. I like a woman who knows what she wants.”

“Sure I can’t convince you?”

“Part of me wants to. But good things come to those who wait, Haelga. But if you’re seriously interested in me, I can admit that interest is returned.”

“Deadly serious.”

We shared a couple of tankards, and we actually got to know each other a little bit. I was saddened to learn she was a widower, only married to her husband for a year before he passed. She’d been a widower for five years, and freely admitted to having bedded a number of men, though added many were only the once as she was still looking for the one to satisfy her cravings. Other than that, she happily ran the Bunkhouse, finding enjoyment in providing the working man with a safe place to eat, relax and sleep. I told her about most of my history, and figured as she’d been so honest, I was just as honest, including why I’d been run out of Cyrodiil. She found that rather amusing, but didn’t find the fact I had a harem of lovers unsurprising at all.

Staying late enough for us to be kicked out when the bar closed for the night, I escorted her the short walk back to her front door. I think she was hoping I would change my mind, and while I wanted to go inside and fuck her brains out, I actually wanted to wait. So we shared quite the kiss on her doorstep, my hands wandering her body, particularly getting a nice feel of her arse. “I spend all day on my feet, Ragnar,” she whispered, “Toned arse and legs.”

“Guess they’ll feel fantastic around my waist.”

“Particularly if you’re in my arse.” She paused before asking, “Does that shock you?”

“I’ve done it before, so no, it doesn’t.”

“I love it, Ragnar. Almost as much as I love a big cock in my cunt.” She paused before asking, “Can I have a quick feel?”

I nodded and she slid a hand down my trousers. Considering the topic of conversation most of the night and the kiss we just shared, I was nursing a semi, so she got a good indication of what I had between my legs. When her eyes met mine, I couldn’t help chuckle. “I think that should satisfy you, Haelga.”

She kissed me hard, her hand still down my trousers. I eventually had her pressed against the door, and it was only through sheer willpower that I finally pulled away. “When, Ragnar?” she almost pleaded.

“If I’m not busy, the night after tomorrow.”

“Okay.” She kissed me again, a soft one that again promised more, before she opened the door, wished me goodnight, and disappeared.

I’ll admit it. I liked her already. A woman who freely admitted that she loved to fuck without feeling ashamed? She was right up my alley. And I think she might have a few kinks worth exploring.

Returning to the Flagon, the place was empty so I walked through to the cistern, to see only a couple of the other still awake. Vex was asleep, so no doubt she was relaxed about the next evening. I just headed to my own bed, kicked off my boots, undressed, jerked off (which I desperately needed to do!) and went to sleep.

Vex and I stuck to the Flagon the next day, though we made sure that no alcohol was consumed. Brynjolf not so subtly suggested that my previous evening companion had been noted, but he didn’t make a big deal of it, simply warning me to be careful, considering she had been a mark. I assured him I wouldn’t mix business with pleasure.

Waiting until night was starting to fall, Vex used the secret exit through the cistern and stuck to the shadows as we made our way to the front gate. It was only a twenty minute walk to the estate, though the sewer grate we needed required a quick swim across the lake. We made it there without being noticed and slid inside to find nothing but darkness. Vex knew a little magic, surprising considering she was a Nord, and summoned a flame spell to provide a little light, though we found a torch quickly enough so we could use that to make our way forward.

Exiting the sewer, we were near the back entrance, and Vex got to work. She broke more than one pick, suggesting it was a tough bastard, but she eventually managed to get it open. Thankfully we knew the layout so took the lead, though we were both now armed. The rule was that the main target shouldn’t be harmed, but the mercenaries were fair game.

Sneaking would always be the better option, but the hallways provided next to no cover, and we eventually had to get physical. Vex was diminutive, particularly compared to someone of my size, but she was bloody fast with her dual daggers. The noise drew the attention of other mercenaries, and we were soon working back to back. The narrow hallways worked to our advantage, and we managed to take down five of the mercenaries without taking too many wounds ourselves.

“Shit, we’d better find Aringoth and get out of here,” she muttered.

“Don’t forget we need to do the hives too.”

“We’ll do that last.”

Making our way upstairs, I took the lead and met the mercenaries waiting for us head on. The first one met my sword with barely a block returned. The second one was a little more talented, while Vex watched my back as a third tried to take me from behind. This was no time for a draw out battle, and I had no problem fighting dirty, putting a boot into his knee. That caused him to crumple and I put my sword through his throat. The fourth mercenary barely had any fight left in him, but I wasn’t about to let him run and get help, though I did feel maybe just a teeny tiny bit sorry for him as I ran a sword through his gut.

Finding Aringoth cowering in his bedroom, it didn’t take much for him to come clean once he realised it was both Vex and I. He didn’t know me, but he knew Vex well enough. Crouching down near him, I said, “You know who sent us. You know who we work for. So I will ask only the once. Give us what we want, and we’ll leave you alive.”

“You don’t work like that,” he muttered.

I glanced back at Vex. “I don’t think Maven Black-Briar will care whether you live or die after this little stunt,” she stated.

“Your choice, Aringoth. Give us the key and what we want, and we’ll at least give you the chance of escaping with your life.”

He obviously didn’t want to die, and figured taking his chance afterwards was better than trying to fight both of us. His hand was shaking as he handed over the key, though he was incapable of giving any more information about who had set everything up. All I was left thinking is that he was more terrified of them than us.

With a last suggestion for Aringoth to leave Riften, and do it quickly, lest Maven send others to deal with him instead, Vex and I headed downstairs. There were more mercenaries in the basement, and despite our pleas about what happened upstairs, they were idiots and decided to fight us. I wasn’t used to working without a shield, but found I could easily take on two at a time, the speed of my blade catching them unawares. Neither had a lot of talent, leaving me wondering what sort of mercenaries Aringoth had hired. Vex helped take out the third as I near enough took out my two at once.

The safe wasn’t exactly a treasure trove, but we swiped the gold and picked up a piece of paper. I handed it to Vex, who I figured would know a little bit more, as I made sure I emptied the room, finding more gold a nearby chest.

“What a fucking idiot!” she exclaimed.

“What?”

“Oh, Aringoth, what have you done?” she questioned herself before looking at me. “We’d better get back to Brynjolf. He’ll want to see this.”

Thankfully we didn’t have to go back through the manor, finding a secret exit that took us back into the sewer and out the way we had arrived. Following the shore, we found a small bridge back to the mainland, helping hoist Vex up onto it before I managed to clamber up, and under the cover of darkness, clouds covering the moon, we quickly took care of the hives as requested before carefully making our way back to Riften.

“Ragnar, wait,” Vex called once we were away from the major. I turned to look at her, just able to see her face in the darkness. “Thanks.”

“For what?”

“I’ll be honest. You kept me alive just then. If I’d done this job alone as originally intended, I’d be dead. Those mercs didn’t fuck around.”

“No worries. Just doing my job.”

“You’re good with a blade. You fought with the Fighter’s Guild, right?”

“Aye.”

“Look, as I said, I don’t mix business with pleasure, but I’ll admit, watching you fight was mesmerising, and it’s had me thinking since. About pleasure instead of business. But I’ll put it bluntly. I’m not fucking you in the Flagon or cistern. I think we can both admit it’s disgusting down there, and there’s also no privacy.”

“The inn?”

“I’d rather not go in there. Look, you’ve got my interest, but I’ll leave it at that for now.”

“Okay. It’s always nice to know where I stand at least.”

It didn’t take long to return to the Guild, using the secret entrance I’d been shown located in the graveyard, which was much quicker than heading through the Ratway each time, though I’d been warned by Brynjolf to only use it when it was dark.

Everyone was asleep upon entering the cistern, so Vex and I agreed to have a quick nap and hand the information over the next morning. It had been a rather long day, so once I’d kicked off my boots, I collapsed back onto my bed and practically fell straight to sleep.

*****

“Aringoth sold Goldenglow? What's that idiot thinking? He has no idea the extent of Maven's fury
when she's been cut out of a deal, but I'm certain he'll find out. If only the parchment had the buyer's name instead of this odd symbol. Any idea what that may be?”

Vex and I swapped a glance and shrugged. “Never seen it before,” I replied. Vex added her own thoughts, none particularly helpful but rather amusing.

“I'll check my sources and ask Mercer. Good job, the pair of you. You made a good team.”

“Thanks,” we stated in unison.

“No major jobs for the moment, either of you, but keep your ears open. There’s always the next big score.”

Remembering the promise I’d made to Haelga, I hung around Riften the next couple of days. I didn’t go on a crime spree around Riften. There were a few rules I remembered while working for the Guild in Cyrodiil. One main rule was that you didn’t steal from the unfortunate and the poor. I wouldn’t say we were idealists, we were still thieves, but we would make sure those less fortunate than even us were taken care of. Those homeless you see wandering the streets generally have our protection. Fuck with one of them and you’d have the Guild on your tail.

Taking my usual chair in the Bee and Barb the night I’d stated, it was no surprise Haelga wandered in a few minutes later, immediately taking the spare chair at my table. After ordering us a pair of drinks, we made polite conversation, but we both knew what we were there for. Just seeing her had me nursing a slowly growing erection. By the time we entered her bedroom, I’d probably already be rock hard.

“Want to get out of here?” she asked once we finished the first tankard.

I don’t think either of us had moved so fast in our lives. I’m sure plenty noticed, but I certainly didn’t care. Once inside her bunkhouse, she led me by the hand upstairs. The second floor was where those who resided in the bunkhouse slept, as I was led up another set of steps. “I call it the penthouse,” she explained.

It was quite a nice room. A large window looked over Riften. The room was tastefully decorated, though there were hints of her Dibella worship in everything. The statue took pride of place on the mantelpiece. Closing the door, she slowly walked towards me, eventually resting her hands on my chest, looking up at me. She was a good four to five inches shorter than I was.

“Have you been thinking about me?” she wondered.

“I have.”

“Good thoughts?”

“Of course. If our kiss was a sign of things to come…”

The first kiss that evening was a surprise, soft and tender though our hands were all over the other, pulling her tight to my body and growling into her mouth, causing her to break it and giggle. “My, you are strong, Ragnar,” she said softly, running her hands up my back and down my arms, “How old are you, if I may ask?”

“Twenty-one.” That made her chuckle. “What?”

“It’s been a long time since I made love to or fucked someone so young.”

“Why, how… Ah, I know enough not to ask.”

“I’m twenty-eight, Ragnar. You know I was married, and that was five years ago, so I’m obviously older. And most of the men I’ve been with since were actually older than me.” She surprised me by resting her head on my chest, cuddling into me. “I’m actually a little surprised.”

“Why?”

“Men your age generally don’t look at women like me.”

“Well, those men are obviously idiots.”

To prove how much I actually wanted to be there, I took the lead and spent a long time undressing her. Each piece of skin was touched by either fingers or my lips, ensuring I spent plenty of time kissing her regardless. She only wore a simple dress, and once I had her down to her bra and panties, she didn’t turn shy, instead wondering what I thought, the first hint of nerves. I just held her close again and kissed her, no doubt feeling my erection pressed against her. “What does that tell you?”

I’ve never seen a woman drop to her knees as quickly as she did, her hands fumbling with my belt and trousers in her desperation to release my cock. Why she did that, I shrugged off my coat and shirt, throwing those away. Once she had my cock free, I managed to kick off my boots and everything else as she stroked my cock, and once I was naked, she wasted no time trying to swallow my length. Running a hand through her hair, she only looked up at me with those pretty eyes of hers, and I couldn’t help watch as she slowly but surely managed to swallow my length.

Hand on heart, she was the best cocksucker I’d had up until that moment in my life. I’m not exactly sure what she was doing, but it felt awesome, and I knew I wasn’t going to last too long. I needed a distraction and I also wanted to return the favour.

“I want to taste you too, Haelga.”

My cock popped out of her mouth and she stood up, allowing me to remove her bra, revealing her breasts. They were around a handful, and I had large hands, so I knew I’d enjoy them. Helping remove her panties, I wasn’t surprised to see her pussy was bald, putting my nose to her groin and inhaling her scent. That just made her giggle. “Like it?” she wondered. I just licked my lips, earning another laugh, with a playful slap on the shoulder.

Grabbing her hand, I laid back on the bed as she fell down on top of me, and we made out for a little while again. She eventually turned around and swallowed my cock without hesitation, so I ran my tongue along her slit, tasting her for the first time, before I started to tease her in return. That distracted her from her cocksucking just enough, so I knew I’d last just a little longer.

But, as I said, she was brilliant, and despite my best efforts to please her at the same time, desperate to continuously taste her, I eventually had to stop as I found myself gently thrusting into her mouth. Though I couldn’t concentrate on eating her out, I could slip a couple of fingers inside her, and she certainly enjoyed that, fucking my fingers in return as she continued to suck my dick.

She stopped only for a moment to say, “You’re going to finish in my mouth, Ragnar.”

Like I was going to disagree to that. I gave her rather firm arse a good slap, which made her squeal as she blew me. I eventually had to remove my fingers, ensuring I enjoyed her taste, as I simply focused on what her mouth and tongue was doing to my cock. “Haelga,” I breathed.

Grabbing her body, I soon started to thrust a little harder into her mouth. I felt her lips tighter around my cock, as if she knew what was going to happen. I groaned again as I felt my orgasm approach, doing my best not to just start fucking her face. She seemed to enjoy sucking my cock, and as it was only her first time doing it, I’d like her to do it again.

“Haelga,” I said a little louder, and I’m sure my eruption into her mouth didn’t actually catch her by surprise. She took the load well, and didn’t spill a drop. By the Eight, I swear I must have felt six pumps into her mouth, but she was greedy for my cum, and happily swallowed the lot, feeling her start to immediately clean me up with her tongue. My cock was rather sensitive, but she couldn’t get enough.

Resting back on the bed, she swung herself around, feeling the heat of her sex on my groin as she rested her head just above mine. “Well, I can say I’ll happily do that again, Ragnar.”

“Like it?”

“You must have a good diet. Most men don’t taste that good. I’ve spat out more often than I’ve swallowed.” I couldn’t help chuckle as she was nothing but honest. Running a hand down her cheek, she closed her eyes and smiled, running it up and through her hair, dragging her down for a soft kiss. “Well, I think it’s clear I really like you already, Ragnar. And you haven’t properly eaten my pussy yet.”

“I think that situation needs to be rectified immediately. Want to sit on my face?”

The smile that broadened across her face was incredibly sweet, and I think the suggestion made her day. Sliding down the bed so my entire body was flat, she walked on her knees until hovering above my face, teasing me by lowering her pussy to me before raising herself up. “Beg for it,” she said.

“Please!”

“How much do you want my pussy?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe, Haelga.”

“Do you want to fuck my pussy?”

“Afterwards.”

“And my arse?”

“Definitely.”

“Will you tie me up and dominate me?”

That caused a moment of pause. “You’re serious?”

“I just want to know what you’re capable of. So, would you be willing to do that?”

“Honestly, Haelga, I’ll do anything you want… Bar a couple of things which I’d hope we both find disgusting.”

That made her laugh as she lowered her pussy to my mouth. I think she was rather turned on, as although she was soaking wet, and I thoroughly enjoyed her taste, as I was left thinking she was going to climax rather quickly. I could watch her body as I ate her out, and I think she put on a slight show for me, running her hands up her soft stomach to her breasts, giving them a nice squeeze and pinching her nipples, looking down at me with eyes that spoke volumes about what I was doing to her.

“You’re good,” she breathed.

I would have said thanks, but I was concentrating on teasing her entrance as she started to grind on my face, covering my mouth and chin in her juices. She was definitely loving my attention to detail, but quickly asked for me to focus on her clit. Teasing her there, she grabbed my hands to hold her in place, suggesting she would fall off when she climaxed. Doing that kept her in place, and I forced her down on my mouth even more.

“Someone’s eager.”

I muffled something about wanting to make her cum on my face, but that only made her laugh, as she could barely understand me. By now she was just watching me, and my eyes were only for her, feeling her body continued to grind on my face. When her eyes closed and she shuddered, I knew she was getting close. I was now totally focused on her clit.

“Harder… faster… Make it big…”

Some women I’d been with couldn’t take that sort of treatment, being too sensitive. Maybe she was sensitive but could handle it, wanting the feelings that it gave her. Good news for me if I gave her good orgasms. Leaning down slightly, she grabbed a handful of my hair as I held onto her tight, listening to her breathing and moans, knowing she was getting closer. “So close,” she breathed, “Oh, Ragnar…”

When she came, it was spectacular. She was very noisy. Her language was filthy, which I absolutely loved. Tell me what you’re really thinking. She flowed and I swallowed what she gave me, continuing to grind against my face as she near collapsed forward, only held in place by my strong hands, as she called them.

Lifting herself off my face, she manoeuvred back down my body so we were face to face. She had a giggle, as no doubt my mouth, nose and chin were now soaking. I could feel my beard was rather wet, though that didn’t stop her kissing me. “Hmmm, I taste good, don’t I?”

“I’ll want to taste you again and again.”

Leaning down to my ear, she whispered, “I love my taste as well. I love putting a couple of fingers in my mouth after they’ve been in my cunt.”

I couldn’t help chuckle at her honesty as I wrapped my arms around her, running a hand up and down her back. We took a few minutes to relax, though I was already rock hard again. She no doubt felt it, but no doubt wanted to wait at least a little while too. “Ragnar, a question.”

“Hmmm.”

“Will you be wanting other girls? I merely ask because you’ve been honest about your life before.”

“And I’ll continue to be honest with you. I like variety.”

“Okay. What about in the future?”

I could only shrug before replying, “I’m not sure. I don’t think that far ahead. I think of the here and now, and maybe what I’ll be doing in a week.” I paused before asking, “Why do you ask?”

She lifted her head to meet my eyes. “I’ll be honest already. I’ve found what I’ve been looking for in those other men.” I definitely blushed as she kissed me softly on the lips. “But I am not asking you to commit or anything like that. I think we should agree right now that as long as we’re honest, this will work going forward. We clearly like each other, and I know I’m going to love fucking you, and vice versa I hope, so as I said, honesty is important.”

“I can agree to that,” I stated, before kissing her, “And I like you a lot already too.”

She kissed me hard for that and rolled me over so I was on top of her, and I slid inside her with little ceremony. I took my time inserting my full length, but once I filled her, she placed her little feet on the small of my back and begged for me to fuck her.

That’s what she got, and the headboard was soon banging against the wall, and she was screaming or moaning rather loudly. I’m fairly sure we would have woken the others downstairs, though as I was busy giving it to her, I didn’t really care about that. I just wanted to fuck her, cum inside her, and hope she’d cum too.

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she begged for me to keep fucking her. “Your cock is marvellous, Ragnar.”

“And your pussy is nothing but warm, wet and tight, Haelga.” That made her blush for a moment. I think it was just the fact I so readily complimented her. “What?” I wondered.

“Most men are usually so quiet.”

“I will always let you know what I think or feel. And your pussy, Haelga, is fantastic. I can’t wait to cum inside you.”

“Oh gods!” she exclaimed, kissing me hard before dragging my head down beside hers. In that position, I could give her a proper pounding while listening to her breathing and moaning, feeling her shuffle her body slightly, moaning again. “So deep. So good,” she muttered.

I growled something as I was now doing nothing but pumping into her. She suggested I was hitting the right spots, which pleased me, wrapping my arms up and under her body to her tight, she did the same around my back. We were both now bathed in sweat, her legs now as tight around me as possible.

“Fuck me, Ragnar. Fuck me as hard as you can.”

What did she think I was trying to do?! But I tried to fuck her even harder. I was now worried we’d break the bed, or smash the headboard through the wall. I lifted my head to look at her, and we kissed, one so passionate, it made me feel a little funny as I fucked her.

“I’m close,” I whispered.

“It’s okay. I want to feel you cum inside me, Ragnar. Please…”

The desperation in her voice was actually rather sweet, so I just focused on her face as I felt my orgasm approach. I would have liked to hold it back for a while longer to ensure she climaxed too, but I honestly think she just wanted me to finish inside her. I warned her one last time, but all she did was shuffle a little more, tighten her legs around me, and told me to make her mine.

I’m not sure what it was, but the orgasm I had while inside her was one of the best of my life to that point, probably to the equal of the very first one I had with Ariel all those years ago. I buried myself deep in her pussy as I blasted, my head on the pillow beside hers as I groaned and swore rather loudly, feeling hers legs tight around my waist, her arms around my back, holding her just as tight before I finally relaxed.

“Holy shit!” I managed to state once I’d regained my senses.

Lifting my head, Haelga had the broadest grin possible, running a hand down my cheek, enjoying the feel of my trimmed beard. “Definitely a keeper. You’re a stallion, Ragnar.”

I was surprised I was still rather hard, and she made no motion to unwrap her legs as I lifted my body slightly. Looking down, we were bathed in sweat, nothing unusual in that, the moonlight causing it to glisten on her body. “You really find me attractive?” She sounded so unsure in that moment, it actually hurt my heart a little. Meeting her eyes again, she searched mine in return. “So many judge me, Ragnar, yet they know nothing about me. They call me names behind my back. I know they do.”

Grabbing a towel, I slid out of her, lying down next to her on my side. She turned to face me as I wrapped an arm around her again, our legs in between each the other. “I’ve done things I’m not proud of Ragnar. I can admit that. Things I should probably be ashamed of. But I felt… forced into them. Not by men, if that’s what you’re thinking. More a case of ‘fuck you’ to certain people.”

Lifting her chin with a finger, I smiled at her. “I’m not one to judge anyone, Haelga. I mean, I was run out Cyrodiil by a pack of jealous husbands for bedding their wives. As for anyone who judges you for your lifestyle, I have two words for you. Fuck them.”

The look of worry on her face was immediately replaced by a smile. “Will you visit me often?” she asked eagerly.

“Yes. I can’t promise all the time, because I might end up working around Skyrim…”

“I know what you’re doing.” My face fell, and that just made her laugh. “I should sit here, judge and hate you for it. Make me one promise?” I nodded. “Don’t thieve from people in Riften. Most of us don’t have a lot. Do what you must, but as long as you don’t do it here, I’ll live and let live.”

I grabbed both her hands, kissing them as I gave her my word. Being a Nord, giving ones’ word was a bond that shouldn’t be broken. I’d strive to keep my word to her.

Being rather young, and still quite hard, all she needed to do was give me a gentle stroke and I was soon at full mast again, this time being rolled onto my back as she climbed on board. Suggesting she was going to climax rather quickly, I happily watch her bounce on my cock, delighted to hear all her compliments, and rather eager to return them. Her body was fantastic. Her breasts were delightful. Her stomach soft but flat. Her legs were long and toned, as was her pert little arse. Did I find her attractive? I could understand the question, everyone felt unsure about themselves at times, but she made me rock hard, and I knew I’d want to fuck her constantly.

Her first climax wasn’t long in arriving, watching her shake and shudder and she continued to ride on through. Taking a deep breath and smiling, she simply bounced harder and faster, adamant she wanted another one. Quite frankly, she could ride my cock all night and have as many as she wanted. She was my Nord goddess.

After a second orgasm, she finally had to lie down on my chest, and I think our passions for one another were finally sated for the evening. I felt no urge to cum again, and once I slid my cock out of her, it slowly deflated as she slid off me onto the bed, turning to face me. She enjoyed running a hand through my beard, her eyes searching mine in the moonlight through the window. I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close, her head resting under my chin, and it didn’t take long for either of us to fall asleep.

Waking the next morning, we enjoyed a little make out session, before she asked me to go, but only because she had to work. I didn’t mind, so quickly dressed as she threw on a dressing gown that barely covered her arse, but showed off those fantastic legs she had. Walking me as far as her bedroom door, we kissed a last time, holding her close to my body, and I think we were both thinking of having a last fuck, before she broke the kiss, placed to hands on my chest and said, “Go!” It was stated with a smile, so she was definitely thinking the same thing as me.

Heading out into Riften, the sun was hidden by clouds, and it was a cool day. I found myself whistling away as I walked towards the secret entrance, checking I wasn’t noticed, before I climbed down to the cistern. Most people were already up and about, and I joined them for breakfast.

“Where were you last night?” Cynric asked.

“With a friend.”

There were plenty of sniggers around the table. I ignored them as I chewed on a piece of bread. “Who, if I may ask?” Rune wondered.

“Haelga.”

“Fuck off!” Thrynn exclaimed, “She’s…”

“Delightful company,” I stated, interrupting whatever he was going to say. I looked around the table, meeting the eyes of everyone, male and female alike. I guess I was already a little intimidating, as they all nodded silently. “Anyway, what I do with my free time is my business. And it will remain so as long as it doesn’t affect the Guild.”

I finished breakfast and listened into the conversation, and the topic was simply one of how badly the Guild was doing. The job Vex and I had pulled certainly had tongue’s wagging, but while it had been a success, and gained the Guild (and ourselves) some gold, it was a drop in the ocean compared to the so-called glory days. I was left thinking the Guild had completely collapsed across Skyrim.

Brynjolf came looking for me, and he appeared rather shocked at what he was about to tell me. Standing away from everyone else for privacy, he said, “I don’t believe this, but we’ve had contact from an old friend in Windhelm.”

“Why do you look so surprised?”

“Because we’ve had no allies outside of Riften for years. That’s how badly all this has gone. Look, Vex is currently occupied with another job, so I would like you to do this. You’ve made a name for yourself with the Goldenglow job, and Mercer wants you to make contact with this friend in Windhelm. Talk to Delvin, he has all the details you’ll need.”

Delvin told me that I was to get in touch with a man named Torsten Cruel-Sea, who had once been a close ally of the Guild in Windhelm until their influence slowly ebbed away. He was surprised to receive a letter so quickly, though he put that down to Maven Black-Briar no doubt spreading word about the successful hit on Goldenglow. As for transport, the Guild kept no horses, so he suggested I travel by carriage. “Far safer than walking,” he admitted, “Even a carriage will take all day. And I’d suggest you wrap up warm. Windhelm is far to the north.”

“When should I go?”

“Immediately if you can. If we can start to spread influence in Ulfric’s capital…”

“Let me grab a coat, a few supplies, and I’ll head out now.”

“Good luck, Ragnar. And come back with good news for once.”

Grabbing the coat I’d worn while crossing the mountains into Skyrim, I took a few lockpicks, as they would always come in handy, my sword and shield, just in case I found myself in a fight, and headed out. Thankfully there was a carriage waiting at the main gates, and after giving him a few coins, I climbed on board and we headed out.

I can honestly say the Rift was a beautiful part of Skyrim. It felt incredibly peaceful, and almost cut off from the rest of Skyrim. We passed a number of small villages, the carriage driver keeping a running commentary of sights as we passed by. The further north we headed, the more the landscape changed, particularly as we passed through Eastmarch, and the natural hot springs that looked absolutely stunning. After a few hours, the weather cooled and though I was a Nord, even I needed to eventually throw on my coat. By the time we reached the outskirts of Windhelm, grass and trees had been replaced by a barren snowbound landscape, pure white snow as far as we could see.

The carriage driver stopped at the end of the bridge leading over to Windhelm itself. It was now rather dark, the temperature having dropped even further, enough that I immediately headed straight for the first inn I could find. Not before I needed to step in to help a woman though…

One thing I really hate is bullies, particularly two brutish, drunk bullies, who were intimidating a dark elf woman. They both towered over her, jabbing a finger in her direction.

“You come here where you're not wanted, you eat our food, you pollute our city with your stink and you refuse to help the Stormcloaks.”

“But we haven't taken a side because it's not our fight,” the woman retorted, obviously frustrated. I wondered how often she’d had this argument with locals. I knew nothing about Windhelm though.

“Hey, maybe the reason these grey-skins don't help in the war is because they're Imperial spies!” the other man exclaimed.

“Imperial spies? You can't be serious!”

“Maybe we'll pay you a visit tonight, little spy. We got ways of finding out what you really are,” the first man threatened.

I normally don’t get involved in such matters, but that’s where I stepped in, pushing the second man first, then the man who made the threat. “That’s enough, the pair of you.”

I was pleased to stand taller than both of them, but they looked ready to start swinging, noticing their balled fists at their sides. “You some sort of dark elf lover?” the first asked.

“I prefer them to ignorant fucks such as yourself.”

Probably the wrong thing to say as the second man took a swing. But he was drunk, and I saw it coming, immediately stepping out of the way and putting a fist into his stomach. He fell to the ground, moaning about me hitting him, as the first man squared up to me. He was also drunk, but appeared to at least be clear minded enough not to telegraph a punch. “This is our city. Ours! Don't think I can take you?”

I beckoned him forward, dodging his first two swings, before he threw a third that put him off balance. A couple of punches to the body had him down on one knee. “Apologise. Now!” I demanded.

“Fuck you.”

I put a knee into his face and put him on his back, His face now covered in blood, no doubt a broken nose, I picked him up by the collar. “I won’t ask again. Apologise to the lady right now.”

He met my eyes, and though still drunk, I could see fear. I bet no-on had ever stood up to him before. He then looked to my right, his left. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“She didn’t hear you. Louder!” I said, balling my fist.

“I’m sorry!” he cried.

“Better. Now, piss off, the pair of you.”

I stood back and gave the one still on his hands and knees a kick up the arse. He picked up his friend and the two staggered away, smart enough not to say anything as they disappeared. Turning back to the elven woman, she looked rather surprised by it all. “Never though a Nord would step in to defend someone like me.” She looked me up and down. “First time in Windhelm, I take it?”

“Aye. Is everyone like that?”

“Thankfully, no. But Rolff and Argrenor do like to get drunk and hurl abuse.” She smiled and held out a hand. “Suvaris Atheron. Pleasure.”

“Ragnar. I’m actually here from Riften.”

“And what brings you to Windhelm?”

“Work, but it’s rather late, so I was just going to find a place to sleep.”

“Try Candlehearth Hall. Come, I’ll escort you.”

As we walked together, she told me a little of the problems the Dunmer were having. They had been invited into Windhelm after her people had fled their homeland, but they had been treated badly since arriving. They lived in what was basically a slum area, and apparently Ulfric did not lift a finger to at least try and alleviate some of their problems. It was rather depressing. I thought my people would be better than that. I thought all Nords at least had some sort of honour. Might sound funny saying that, considering I was a thief, but as I’d told Brynjolf, honour among thieves.

Suvaris thanked me for stepping in to help her, suggesting that maybe they’d have a peaceful night for once. Leaving me to enter the inn alone, I quickly grabbed a spare room, had an ale and a meal, and asked a few questions about what was happening in Windhelm. Most spoke of the civil war taking place and the stalemate currently between the Stormcloaks and Empire. Asking after Torsten Cruel-Sea, I was given directions to his house, and I decided I’d go there first thing in the morning.

I didn’t go to bed alone. While enjoying my second drink, I found myself talking to and eventually flirting with a rather attractive woman named Susanna. If I thought Haelga was rather upfront about what she liked, Susanna was something else entirely, quickly suggesting she found me rather handsome among other things. We must have talked no longer than half an hour before she invited herself up to my room, stating she just wanted a good hard fuck before going home.

I was left wondering if she was a working girl once I’d emptied myself inside her and she immediately got up and dressed. Instead, all she did was kiss me, thank me for a good time, then headed out the door. I couldn’t help laugh to myself as I slowly drifted off to sleep.
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