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Dragonborn Rising	By : unknownauthor05 Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 6972 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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It was bitterly cold the next morning. In addition to the wind, the snowfall was almost blinding, but at least that covered the icy ground underfoot. Despite the early hour and drop in temperature, Windhelm was already busy, walking past a market with merchants already busy selling their wares and produce, the blacksmith at his forge, the clang of his hammer on new steel. The city was alive.

Knocking on the door of the Cruel-Sea residence, it was opened by a young man I knew not to be Torsten. So I asked after his father. Asked who was calling, I merely stated, “A friend.”

Torsten appeared seconds later, motioning me away from the front door as he followed me. “I didn’t realise you would come so soon.”

“The Guild is trying to get back on its feet. First impressions matter.” He nodded his understanding. “So, how can the Guild assist?”

He asked me to wait, grabbing a coat from inside, and we walked back towards the inn I’d stayed in. Grabbing an early drink and heading upstairs, we sat at a table in the corner before he started to explain. “How long have you been with our friends?”

“Not long.”

“There was a time when the Guild stretched across Skyrim, always influential. But something has gone wrong, and slowly but surely, the Guild has ebbed away to its current position. But word about Goldenglow was spread far and wide, no doubt by Maven Black-Briar as a statement, and I thought I should send word.”

“Delvin suggested you needed our help.”

“Aye, I do,” he said sadly, “My daughter, Fjotli… She was…”

“I understand,” I said softly.

“I got the bastard who did it, but that’s not the whole story. Not at all. Not only did they kill her, they stole a silver locket from her body that meant everything to her, and means everything to her family. I want that back. Before I killed the bastard responsible, he gave me a name. Niranye. She runs a stall in the marketplace.”

All this for a locket? There must be more. “Is that it?”

“No, the locket is only a minor part. Because the Guild has lost so much influence, new groups have sprung up, trying to gain a foothold. There is a new group working around Windhelm, trying to spread across Skyrim. They call themselves the Summerset Shadows.”

“Summerset? They’re elves?”

Torsten shrugged. “It’s possible they originate from there, or they all themselves to invoke fear in Nords. But they do not operate with the honour of your Guild. They must be eliminated. Do that, and you will have a trusted friend in Windhelm again.”

“Where are the Shadows based?”

“That I don’t know. Maybe Niranye will be able to tell you.”

“Anything else?”

“No, that’s about it. But if you can get me that locket back, I would be forever grateful.”

“I’ll do what I can.”

He finished his tankard, nodded his head and departed. We wouldn’t speak until the contract was now complete. I took my time finishing my own tankard, considering it was rather early, and being sat in the corner and mostly ignored, I listened into conversations taking place around me, hoping to learn a few things. Apparently there was a series of murders taking place around Windhelm that nobody could solve. Pirate attacks had increased, apparently due to both the Stormcloaks and Empire being distracted by the civil war. And an alchemist who lived in the city was apparently at death’s door.

All interesting to hear, but nothing I could currently assist with, and I headed out to the marketplace. Asking one of the guards who Niranye was, I was pointed in the direction of an Altmer, a real surprise to see a high elf in Windhelm, considering I’d learn of Ulfric’s disdain for the elven people, particularly after the Great War.

Sometimes I could be subtle. Sometime I found being direct put people off more. Approaching her stall, I looked at her wares as she asked, “Help you with something?”

I returned my easiest smile as I replied, “Yes, I’m here about Fjotli.”

She might be a thief, but her act was embarrassing. All it took was for me to take the dagger from where I kept it hidden, laying it down, keeping a hand on its hilt. “Look, I don’t have time for bullshit, Niranye. So, I’m going to ask a couple of questions and you will answer them.”

“What about the guards?”

“I can be rather believable when I want to be. And considering you’re an elf in a Nord city, who do you think they’ll believe?” I didn’t like playing that card

She noticeably blanched at the threat, knowing what I said was true. I’d learned enough in my short time in Skyrim to know elves were rather disliked in the Empire due to the actions of the Thalmor, so I’d use that to my advantage if I could. She raised both hands defensively. “Okay, okay, let’s not do anything hasty.”

“Look, I don’t like making threats, but I have been asked for help. A girl murdered, a father heartbroken, an heirloom stolen. Tell me what I need to know, and you probably won’t see me again.”

I removed the dagger, hiding it again, but the fear remained on her face. She turned to another merchant and asked them to cover for her, asking me to them follow her home. Once inside, she offered me a seat at the table and started to explain. The Summerset Shadows name I already knew, but she gave me the name of their leader, Linwe. But that wasn’t all.

“He's the worst of the lot. He steals valuables from the dead.”

“So he murders his marks?”

“No! Linwe prefers stealing from the deceased. Digs up the corpses, breaks into the Hall of the Dead. He even stole that locket right off that poor murdered girl's body... or what was left of it.”

“Fjotli?” She nodded. “So how in oblivion did you get mixed up in all of this?”

She sighed, shaking her head. “I used to fence for the Thieves Guild in Skyrim a long time ago. When Linwe moved into the area, he contacted me and said if I didn't fence for them, he'd kill me.”

“Tell me where they are, and I’ll ensure he won’t be a problem.”

“And you won’t kill me?”

“No. You know that’s not how we operate. But we could use a fence in Windhelm in the future.”

She nodded. “Linwe is holed up at a place called Uttering Hills Cave. He's got his entire Guild there, so be careful.”

“What do you know about Fjotli?”

She shrugged. “I don't know. Rumour has it that she was murdered, butchered by a madman. Torsten might think Linwe or myself are responsible for Fjotli's death, but I can assure you nothing could be further from the truth.”

I nodded, stating I believed her, and she sighed with relief, perhaps thinking I’d do something if she admitted being involved. The last question I asked was in regards to direction, stating I head out the main gates, to right, then head into the mountains. I’d know I was close when I ran into guards.

Figuring there was little point in delaying, I grabbed my weapons from the room I’d kept at the inn, and headed out. It was still bitterly cold, but the snow had stopped falling, the clouds parting and the sun was now out. It was quite bright, sunlight reflecting off the snowy landscape, and I soon found myself walking along an incline. Taking a couple of wrong turns, I finally found the right path towards the cave I wanted, though any idea of sneaking up ended as I stood out quite brightly against the white background.

The first guard simply charged at me, a rather stupid tactic, I might add. I slammed my shield into him once he was within range, and cut up diagonally with my sword. He was dead before hitting the ground, needing to raise my shield as an arrow was fired at me. Now it was time for me to move quickly, but I moved with thought, eyes on the archer ahead. He fired two more arrows, managing to block both of them, before he dropped his bow and unsheathed a pair of daggers. He was fast, I’ll admit that, but I’d spent three years with the Fighter’s Guild, and have proven to be the best. Even Corvus had admitted that fact.

Though I’d killed the two guards, I don’t believe I’d broken our code, as we were allowed to defend ourselves. And considering this was a rival Guild trying to cut in our action, we could justify violence. Slipping quietly inside the entrance, I let my eyes take a moment to adjust to the gloom before moving on. Two more guards were on patrol, and despite trying to be quiet, my footsteps attracted attention, and I had to take them both down. I didn’t kill either of them, but made sure they wouldn’t be a problem for me again.

The cave had the remnants of what must have been an underground fort, as I wandered down a winding set of steps. Another was on patrol, who I managed to sneak up on, covering his mouth to render him unconscious. Their leader was not going to get the same treatment, trying the first door on the left, finding it empty except for supplies, but door number two revealed two people, both of them asleep. I crawled up to the first one, covered his mouth enough that he soon woke up, though didn’t struggle for too long before he passed out. I was tempted to kill him but figured the message was being received by those I was leaving alive.

Finally, there was Linwe, still fast asleep. Taking the dagger from its hidden sheathe, I sat on the bed and put the tip under his chin. He woke up immediately, reaching for his weapon that I’d already moved. “Linwe?” I asked. He nodded. “You have something that doesn’t belong to you. Where is it?”

“Fuck off.”

I shook my head. “Wrong answer. Do you have the locket?”

“Fuck you.”

I sighed and rammed the dagger upwards. He choked for barely a couple of seconds before he died. Searching his body, I found no sign of the locket, but there was a chest at the end of his bed where I found gold, a few jewels, and a silver locket that I figured was what I wanted.

Waking up the one in the other bed, I held the dagger to his throat. “Linwe is now dead. The two guards outside are dead. Your friends within the cave are alive, though two won’t do anything like this again. So you will have one and only warning. Leave Skyrim and return home. Do not come back. Got it?” He nodded. “Good.”

I’d worked rather quickly, so that by the time I walked out of the cave, there was still plenty of light, and I made it back to Windhelm without a problem. Returning to the Cruel-Sea residence, only the wife appeared to be home, and she gave me directions to a farm on the other side of Windhelm. It was only a twenty-minute walk to the farm, amazed that anything could grow in such a barren, inhospitable region. Torsten was busy using a hoe on the frozen ground and appeared surprised. “You’re kidding?” he asked.

I took the locket from my pocket and handed it over. “The man who stole it lies dead. It’s not usually how we work, but it was justice for that and other things.”

“You have my thanks…”

Holding out my hand, which he grasped, I said, “Ragnar. And it was a pleasure.”

“Thank you, Ragnar. Rest assured, your order has an ally in Windhelm going forward. Hopefully your renewed presence will help us all get very rich.”

“Just make sure you look after the little people too. They should not be forgotten.”

He raised eyebrows before he whispered, “Teachings of the Grey Fox.” Nodding to himself, he added, “Those are words that we should all remember.” We shook hands again as I bid him farewell, returning to Windhelm, where I would relax until returning to Riften the next morning. I did drop by to visit Niranye, informing her of what happened. She was happy to hear that the Shadows would no longer bother her, and assured me that she would cooperate with the Thieves Guild once again.

I wandered around Windhelm for a couple of hours, noticing certain aspects of the city, and the clear divide between the Nords to one area, and everyone else to the other. Finding myself wandering the slum, as that was the only word to describe, I wandered into a tavern and found a dozen pair of eyes immediately on me. “What do you want?” the barman asked, not particularly friendly.

“Wait, Ambarys. He is a friend.” I glanced in the darkness to see Suvaris at a table by herself.

Ambarys scoffed but said, “Very well, if you say so. But if he causes trouble…”

“Just wanted a drink,” I said.

Suvaris kicked out a chair at her table, a suggestion I should join her, and Ambarys did bring me a tankard of ale, though I’m sure he still wanted to tell me to piss off.

Suvaris quietly apologised for the harsh welcome and she proved to be rather delightful company. She worked at a nearby farm for another Nord, who she said appeared to at least tolerate her people. “One of the few,” she added bitterly, before she looked at me and smiled, “You’re the first I’ve ever seen who stood up for us, particularly against one of their own.”

“It was the right thing to do.”

No doubt some of you are probably thinking I ended up fucking her. No, I didn’t. She was very pleasant company, and had a wicked sense of humour, leaving me in chuckles quite often. But we parted at the end of the evening with nothing more than a kiss on the cheek and good wishes for the future. Not every woman I helped dropped their panties for me. Only some…

Returning to the inn, I headed straight for bed as I wanted to rise at dawn, asking the innkeeper to wake me immediately. Thankfully she did so, and there was a carriage waiting for me outside that took me all the way back to Riften within the day.

Walking into the Flagon, Dirge ignored me as always, his eyes, if not watching the entrance, only for Vex. I’d learned that rather quickly, and Vex admitted to using that to her advantage, getting him to do pretty much whatever she wanted. Brynjolf was also aware, and had warned her more than once not to take advantage, which she tried hard not to ignore.

Sitting down with Delvin, I told him what happened, and that we now had allies in Windhelm. “Well, happy bloody days. It’s about time something went right for us around here! You should go let Bryn know. He’ll be just as delighted.”

So that’s what I did, and I was surprised when he actually embraced me. “Lad, do you know how long it’s been since we had a win like this? A new contact, a new fence… I knew I was right about you.”

“Um, thanks.”

He laughed at my reaction. “So what are your plans for tonight?” The question was asked with such insinuation; I know my jaw dropped. “Someone mentioned it, lad. And it’s not a problem.”

“Yes, I’ll be off to see her shortly.”

“Enjoy yourself tonight, lad. And hopefully I’ll have another job for you soon.”

It was dark by the time I’d arrived back in Riften, so wasn’t sure if I was too late by the time I walked into the Bee and Barb. But Haelga was sat at my now usual table, and the broad grin suggested she had been hoping for me to arrive. I sat down with her but before I could order a drink, she asked if I wanted to leave straight away.

We were in her room barely a couple of minutes later, our mouths locked together as my hands blindly undid the back of her dress. Once out of that, I easily undid her bra and dropped her panties as she kicked her boots off too. Her hands moved to my belt, and once that was undone and my trousers were down, she pulled me by my cock towards the table, where she turned around and bent over.

“Seriously?” I wondered, unable to hold back my chuckle.

“I’ve missed you, Ragnar. Just fuck me first.”

Sliding inside her tight, warm pussy, I couldn’t help groan and she showed her appreciation too. Resting my cock inside her, I stopped and took off the rest of my clothes first, placing my hands on her hips and slowly thrust into her. She looked back and smiled, I think just enjoying the feeling of my cock inside her once again, and I didn’t up the tempo of my thrusts too much, taking my time and enjoying her just as much as she enjoyed me.

Moving one of my hands to grab a handful of one of her breasts, I gave her nipple a tweak as I upped the tempo a little bit more, skin started to slap together, and she lowered herself, folding her arms and resting her head in a way so she could look back at me. “Enjoying it?” I asked.

“I love your cock already, Ragnar. Are you going to fill me up?”

“Give it a few minutes.”

“I can’t wait.”

I was going to cum no matter what I did, and while I wanted to give her a pounding, I did want to draw it out for a little while. While she did repeat ‘fuck me’ a few times, the smile that remained on her face suggested she liked exactly what I was doing. Moving my hand from her breast to her shoulder, I started to fuck her a little bit faster, and she knew that my climax was close.

“Don’t worry about me for now. Just you, Ragnar,” she said, and I felt her squeeze my cock for emphasis. Moving my other to her shoulder, I was now properly fucking her, and she was loving it, crying out how big my cock felt inside her and how much she wanted to feel me cum inside her. Gods, I liked her a lot.

When I finally did cum, it was the sort that makes one weak at the knees, driving into her again and again until I was spent, leaving my cock buried inside her as I leaned forward, resting my arms on the table as I kissed her cheek. “Miss me?” I whispered.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” she replied, turning her head to kiss me properly. Not happy with the angle, she pushed me back so she could sit on the table, making sure my slightly shrinking cock was inside her before we resumed our kiss, feeling her legs wrap around me at the same time. She finally stopped kissing and hugged me, resting her head against my chest. “Ragnar, I’m getting feelings already. I don’t want feelings. I just want to enjoy this.”

“Well, try not to think about it too hard.” I lifted her chin to meet my eyes. “But there’s nothing wrong with feelings either.”

She smiled. “Maybe I’m just falling in love with your cock?” That made me laugh, so she added, “I’ll go with that. Because, by the Eight, Ragnar, it is magnificent. A real gift, that I will happily admit that I’m glad it’s still inside me now.”

Lifting her up, causing her to squeal with surprise, she complimented me on my strength as I carried her over to the bed, lying her down still inside her. I could feel my cock still softening, and I eventually rolled off her, looking down her body as she lay on her back. She was slightly pale, no doubt from working indoors most days. Her nipples were very pink and quite dark against her pale skin. Her pussy was still smooth, and I ran my hand down her body towards her sex. She smiled as she spread her legs again, throwing over mine, as I slowly started to fondle her. “My turn now, is it?”

“I’d eat you out but I have just dropped a load inside you.” That made her burst into laughter as I added, “So I hope you don’t mind fingers.”

“As long as they’re your fingers, Ragnar.”

Being rather turned on as she was, I watched her face as I quickly had her approaching a climax. She watched mine in return, and she did that little thing with her mouth, her lips parting slightly as she moaned, and she was soon eager for me to kiss her once again. It was the sort of kiss that helped my cock near enough spring back to life but now the focus was only about her.

“Rub my clit,” she breathed, “Just focus on that.”

She wanted more of my lips, but I moved mine down to give one her nipples a suck and a nibble, hearing her squeal with laughter when I did that. I gave both nipples plenty of attention before moving up to her neck, and I figured a nice nibble at her soft skin would be fun too. “Oh, want to mark me, Ragnar?”

I looked up with a raised eyebrow. “Would you like me to?”

Her back arched for a moment, and I knew she was very excited, my hand now very wet as I continued to fondle her. “Mark me.”

She had a nice little love bite a couple of minutes later, and she had quite the nice orgasm a couple of minutes after that, the sort of orgasm where she didn’t want me to touch her yet she was eager to hold me as she came down from her climax. She eventually asked me to hold her and I thoroughly enjoying running my hands up and down the soft skin on her back, eventually running one hand down to her arse, lifting her leg over mine.

We lay like that for quite a while, feeling her hands run up and down my back and arms too. I eventually found myself on my back, Haelga straddling me and she enjoyed just running her hands all over my body. It was rather nice, and she seemed to enjoy it too. “Ragnar, how would you like to make love to me different?”

“How?”

“Well, you know I mentioned I love anal just as much, so would you be interested in that?”

“Yes. Yes, I would.”

She reached across to the small chest of drawers beside her bed. I had a glance as she opened it, as she grabbed a bottle of oil. I also saw various other things in there too. “Those might be for another night, Ragnar.”

“I assume that’s the dildo you made for yourself?”

“It is. But I think your cock in my arse will feel much better.”

I shuffled back, using the pillows to hold my upper body up, as she started to suck my cock first. I didn’t think I’d cum too quickly, but I suggested she not do it for too long, just in case. I think she was rather eager too, though, so she soon had the top of the bottle off and coated my cock in oil. She then gave me the bottle and turned around, thrusting her pussy and arse in my face. My tongue immediately went to her tight little hole at the rear, and the gasp she made delighted me. “Oh, you like that, Ragnar?”

“I’ll eat your arse whenever you want, Haelga,” I replied, giving one of her cheeks a good slap at the same time.

I gave her arse plenty of attention with my tongue before finally pouring some oil and slid a finger in her arse. She didn’t want just one, immediately asking for a second one. That had her squirming though I didn’t pump into her too hard or fast, at least not too quickly. She was soon pushing backwards though, and asked for a third finger. “Stretch me out for your cock, Ragnar,” she breathed. I barely had three fingers in her for a few minutes before she reached back to remove them, swinging around again so she could straddle me.

Wasting absolutely no time, she sat up and pressed my cock to her rear entrance, a smile on her face and eyes only for mine. I returned the smile but couldn’t help look down as she rubbed her cock against her little rear a few times before I felt the head of my cock slowly pop inside. That caused her to gasp, watching a little more of my cock disappear. It took her a while to accept my entire length, but once she had her arse nestled against me, the smile on her face was heart-warming and utterly genuine.

“I thank Dibella for this gift,” she whispered, “Ragnar, this being our first time, leave me in control please.”

“Okay.”

I bent my legs a little and shuffled so I was sat up enough so kissing her was far easier and more comfortable as she slowly started to ride my cock. By the Eight, her arse was tight. My cock felt enormous inside her, left wondering what she thought. She was desperate for my lips again, though she found kissing constantly quite difficult, needing to stop to gasp and moan more often than not.

I knew I wasn’t going to last forever, so I slid a hand down her front to again fondle her. She smiled and reached across to her drawer again, taking out the dildo. She sat up just enough and lean back so I could slide it into her pussy, and I helped fuck her with that as she bounced on my cock.

“Ragnar,” she breathed.

“Good?”

“I love your cock, Ragnar. I love it. It’s the best. Gods, it’s so big and stretching me completely.”

I didn’t quite understand that but if she was enjoying it, that could only be a good thing. And I can freely admit that I loved being in her arse almost as much as I loved being in her pussy. Having two of her holes filled, she was now making a lot of noise, and I was holding back the urge to start pumping into her. But I’d given my word. Plus, watching her ride my cock and using the dildo on her was quite a lot of fun. I’d never been in a threesome before, so watching a woman with two of her holes filled was a new experience.

Haelga eventually started to ride me a little faster, which surprised me, as I was amazed it didn’t hurt her. Her face nor eyes showed no pain. Not one grimace. Only a constant smile, her eyes alive with desire, and I think a few other feelings she had for me. Leaning forward, she slowed down so she could kiss me, wrapping my arms around her as she changed to a grinding motion. Breaking the kiss, she rested her forehead against mine, breathing deeply. “Do you want to cum?” she asked quietly.

“I will soon.”

“As long as you can. I want to enjoy this feeling.”

I kissed her again before she rested her head on my shoulder, bouncing again. I blindly used my hand to position the dildo so she could feel that going in and out of her too, and the sounds she made in my ear were a thing of beauty. Holding her in my arms, I could feel the sweat on her back. I figured the pillows behind me would also be wet. But she kept right on bouncing on my cock, still moaning in my ear. “Ragnar,” she breathed again, “Ragnar, I’m going to cum!”

I kissed near her ear. “Cum for me then, Haelga.”

“Oh, Dibella,” she cried, bouncing a little bit faster. She lasted another minute or so before she shuddered, her body writhing as she screamed out, bouncing even faster as I removed my arms, resting her hands on my shoulders as she rode me as hard and fast as possible. Head rolling back, she cried out again, and that’s when she had one of those whole body climaxes, tingling from her fingertips to her toes. I don’t know how she did it, but she right on bouncing until she just couldn’t continue, finally collapsing again my chest. I leaned back to relax, taking her with me.

“Hold me,” she whispered. So that’s what I did, though she was still a little sensitive. We stayed like that for quite a while, listening to her breath deeply against me. Eventually lifting her head, she laid a soft kiss on my lips. “You haven’t finished?” I shook my head. “Do you want too?” I nodded.

She got off my lap and lay down next to me, grabbing a couple of pillows to lift her arse high, and holding the dildo still in her pussy in place. She then spread her legs as wide and as far back as possible. “Use a little more oil, then fuck me.”

Lubing up my cock, surprised that everything was still so clean, I slowly slid my cock back inside her arse. “I won’t last long,” I admitted.

“Ragnar, you just gave me the best orgasm ever. So good I wanted to cry. Trust me, all I want you to do now is fuck my arse and cum in it.”

I fucked her. I’ll admit that. But I didn’t do it as hard as she might have wanted, not that she made one complaint, just enjoying the feeling of my cock inside her. She managed to continue fucking herself with the dildo at the same time, which was a rather delightful distraction, and I think she was already looking forward to have another climax.

Leaning down to kiss her, she wrapped her legs around me, not too tight, leaving those loose enough so I could fuck her. Dragging my head down next to her, she whispered. “Hard as you can, Ragnar. I can take it.”

She got what she wanted, though it barely lasted a couple of minutes before I erupted inside her again. Groaning loudly, it was my turn to search for her mouth, kissing her hard as I thrust hard with each eruption inside her. Once I stilled, she tightened her legs around me to keep me in place, lifting my head so she could stroke my cheek again. “You’d like to do that again?”

“Definitely,” I said quietly.

“Good,” she said, kissing me softly again, “But I’ll want you in my pussy a lot more, just so you know.”

That gave me a good chuckle as I sat up and slid out of her, grabbing a towel so we could clean up. My cock was now completely flaccid, and probably wouldn’t work again that night. Lying down beside her again, we pulled the blankets back and cuddled into each other, running a hand through her blonde hair as she looked at me, a near constant smile on her face. “Definite feelings,” she whispered.

“Me too. Hard not to feel them.”

“Can I ask a question?” I nodded. “I know you were away. Were you… you know…?”

“Yes, I was. I promised never to lie to you, Haelga. I did enjoy some company in Windhelm.”

She smiled and kissed me before saying, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For not lying to me. You could easily deny it.”

“I like you far too much already to be doing that.”

We kissed for a little longer, but there was no reaction from my groin region, and Haelga eventually fell asleep in my arms. I have to be honest, I liked many of the women I was intimate with in Cyrodiil, but I never loved any of them. I enjoyed their company, and I definitely enjoyed the sex, but the one I had the most feelings for were for Ariel, despite her warnings not to fall for her. It probably didn’t help that I visited her at least once a week. If I was in Cheydinhal with no work that took me across Cyrodiil, I’d visit her at least once every two or three days. I had similar feelings for Haelga, and knew that even if I did find enjoyment with others, I’d probably always return to her. Strange…

The next morning after awaking up, and not having the chance the night before, I made sure I ate her out to an orgasm first, loving the feeling of her thighs clamping against my head as she climaxed. Then we made love. That’s the only way I can explain it. Our faces barely an inch or so apart. The constant exchange of kissing and sweet words. The feel of her little feet on my pack as I gently thrust into her. The feel of her hands running up my arms and resting on my back. The compliments of how good my cock felt inside her. Her joy when I finally came inside her again.

She walked me downstairs a little later. The workers of the bunkhouse fell silent as we stopped at the door and we kissed a final time. There were one or two comments that we both ignored. “Will I see you again soon?” she asked quietly.

“Absolutely. If I’m in the Bee and Barb, that means I’m here for the night. Otherwise, I’ll find you in there.”

“Don’t make me wait too long.” With a last kiss, I wished her farewell and returned to the Thieves Guild.

*****

It was at least a week later when Brynjolf approached me as I sat with Delvin and Vex. Work was slow, though I had been sent back to Windhelm on an assignment, breaking and entering into the house to nab some important documents. I didn’t read them though I did help myself to the gold and a couple of gems in the safe at the same time. Considering the wealth on display around the house, I didn’t feel particularly guilty about it. That’s a lie, I rarely felt guilt. Proof I was a good thief, I guess.

Staying at the inn again, Susanna was there and once she laid eyes on me, I was assured another night of fun. This time she remained in my bed all night, and we were fucking again the next morning when the innkeeper opened the door, ready to tell me to get out. Instead, she called Susanna a whore, as apparently I definitely wasn’t the first man she’d entertained in the same room, while she simply told me to get dressed and get out. I ensured Susanna and I both came before we did that.

“Was she lying?” I asked as I dressed.

“Does it matter?” she retorted.

“Not really. I’m just curious.”

She shrugged. “I love to fuck. And with the gift you have, Ragnar, I wasn’t going to go looking for anyone else last night. Most men, and even a few women, get one shot at my pussy and nearly all of them are disappointing, so never get another chance.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “I’ll put it like this. Whenever you’re in Windhelm, you want a fuck, you just come find me.”

“Good to know.”

I must have been smiling to myself, as Delvin dug me in the ribs. “Thinking about Haelga again?”

“No, someone else this time.”

Brynjolf cracked up, banging the table with his palm. “By the Eight, man, who now?”

I shrugged. “Just a girl I met in Windhelm. She’s a lot of fun.”

Glancing at Vex, I was surprised to see she appeared more disappointed than anything. Considering I was left with the opinion that she was interested but not particularly willing to do much about it, I hadn’t given it much thought. Don’t get me wrong, a diminutive woman like her, I’d definitely have a good time with.

“Anyway, something’s come up, Ragnar. Maven Black-Briar has asked for help from the Thieves Guild, and she’s asked for the person responsible for Goldenglow.”

He knew about Ingun, so I had to ask, “Why not Vex?”

“Because Vex has other things to do. And she’s asked specifically for you.”

“Does she know I’m the one who… you know?”

“I’m not sure.”

“You know what?” Delvin wondered.

“Our young friend here fucked Ingun Black-Briar… in her home…” Brynjolf stated.

Delvin burst into laughter. “And you still have your cock and balls attached? The last man who was found in her bed was left black and blue the next day by a couple of her heavies.”

“Maybe I made a better impression that a simple warning sufficed,” I suggested.

“Well, no matter what, you’d best go meet her,” Brynjolf stated, “She’s at the Bee and Barb, expecting you at lunchtime.”

I lay back on my bed in the cistern, reading a book and relaxing, figuring the job Maven was about to give me would probably lead me away from Riften, though one never knows. Brynjolf came in a couple of hours later, suggesting it was time I should head up. Not feeling completely assured of my safety, I did a couple of circuits around the Bee and Barb, looking for any sign of the ‘heavies’ Delvin had mentioned. But things looked clear, so I headed in and straight to the bar. Asking where Maven was, I was pointed in the direction of the stairs.

She was sitting in a side room, and when she saw me, I’ll admit the look on her face nearly caused me to burst into laughter. “You!”

“I thought you would have put two and two together, Miss Black-Briar.”

“So you defile my daughter…”

I crossed my arms and tried to look intimidating. “Look, Maven, your daughter was the one who invited me back to your place. She was a very willing participant, and I mean very willing. Would you like me to describe what she was willing to do with me?” Her eyes narrowed but she stayed silent. “Brynjolf said you have a job for me to do. So, what we can do is put what happened behind us, and perhaps even accept your daughter is an adult and more than capable of making her own decisions. But, more importantly, I’m the best at what I do. Whatever job you have, you want me to do it.”

She smirked, and even appeared impressed by my bravado. “Is that confidence I hear, or arrogance? Strange how often they're confused.”

I returned the smirk. “I’ll admit, probably a little bit of both. I’m arrogant to know how good I am, and I’m confident because I know how good I am. Trust me, I’m going to be the one to put the Guild back on its feet.” I grabbed the available chair and sat down. “Now, if you’re worried about me being a problem, we’re after the same things here. I assume we both want to be rich, correct?”

“I’m already rich. I want influence. Power. The jarl of this city is already in my pocket. I want everyone else to join her.”

“Well, good for you. But if we’re working towards a common goal, how about we drop the antagonism between us?”

She stared at me for a good minute in silence. Then she nodded. “Very well. Ragnar, right?” I returned the nod. “If we are going to be working together, I guess we should at least respect one another. But trust is earned, and in this business, it takes a lot to earn one’s trust. Understand?”

“I do. What’s the job?”

“I have a competitor called Honningbrew Meadery that I want to put out of business. I also want to
know how they got the place up and running so quickly.”

“Bit different to thievery, but so be it. Where do I begin?”

“Head to the Bannered Mare in Whiterun and ask for Mallus Maccius. He'll fill you in on all the details.”

“I’m new to Skyrim. Where’s Whiterun?”

That made her laugh at me. I didn’t mind, as I immediately relaxed and she appeared to do so too. “Use the carriage outside the city gates. He should get you to Whiterun safe and sound.”

“Anything else I need to know?”

Her face darkened as she leaned forward. “You butcher this job and you'll be sorry. I’m throwing the Guild a bone with this job, Ragnar. You’d better not let me down,” she warned.

“That meadery will be out of business by the end of the week.”

“I’ll believe it when I hear it. You can go now.” Before I disappeared through the door, she called out my name. “I’ll give you something to ensure you don’t fuck this up, Ragnar. Complete the job, do it well, and I won’t complain if you wish to see my daughter again. She could certainly do a lot worse.”

I couldn’t help smile. “Well, now I have a very good reason to make sure I do it right, Maven.”

Heading back to the Guild, I told Brynjolf what I was to do and asked for any information about Whiterun and the meadery. About Whiterun, he could tell me plenty, suggesting it was actually a rather nice city to live in, but there was absolutely no Guild presence in the city, so if I ran into trouble, I’d be on my own. As for the meadery, he couldn’t tell me a lot, though knew the man running it, Sabjorn, was new to the business, but the popularity of Honningbrew did raise a few eyebrows.

Suggesting I would leave early the next day, Brynjolf laughed as he knew where I was heading straight away. The Bee and Barb was full like usual, and I headed to my usual table, waiting for Haelga. She appeared an hour or so later, and after eating dinner together and enjoying a couple of drinks, we headed back to hers for the evening, where we would make love all night. She fell asleep in my arms, letting her know I would be gone a couple of days. She simply said she’d miss me while I was gone.

I left for Whiterun the next morning.
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