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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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The journey took most of the day, though the sun was still up as I walked the path to the main gates. I received a couple of suspicious glances from the city guards posted either side of the gates, though I had covered my Guild armour, so they let me pass with only a couple of questions in regards to my intentions.

It was certainly a pretty little city. Plenty of colour and character and a vibrancy of life that had been missing in Windhelm. It probably helped it wasn’t all grey stone and bitterly cold. There was a blacksmith immediately to my right, a woman working the forge. She looked my way and smiled. Guards strolled along without a care in the world. There was plenty of noise as the city felt alive. Walking up the main road, houses and businesses lined either side, ending up in a market square, with merchant stalls, just like Riften, but also more buildings that housed other business interests.

My eyes were for the Bannered Mare. Walking inside, it was warm and welcoming, and I could smell the cooking of meat on a spit, my stomach rumbling immediately. Taking a seat at an available table, a rather cute Redguard woman approached, offering to take my order. I asked for a plate of meat and a tankard, both arriving rather quickly. “I’m hoping to meet someone. I think he’s a guest here,” I said.

“Name?”

“Goes by Mallus.”

She gestured with her head. “He’s in room two.”

“Thank you.”

Listening into the music, I ate the meat and finished the tankard, attempting to listen into conversations as usual but the music meant I couldn’t hear much. There were a few pretty women who came and went, and I gave one or two more than appraising glance, though I kept my mind mostly focused on the job at hand, finally rising to my feet and knocking on the door. Hearing a call to enter, I walked in to find a Cyrodilian sitting at a table, nursing a tankard.

It took him two seconds to figure out what I was there for, gesturing to the empty chair at his table, where he then wasted no time explaining what I needed to do. Poison the vats, take care of the pest problem, and ensure Sabjorn was immediately put of business. That didn’t bother me at all, but something in his tone suggested this was more than business as Maven described it. This was personal and he was honest when I said just that.

“I made the mistake of borrowing coin from Sabjorn. He's allowing me to pay it back, but he's working my fingers to the bone! He treats me like a slave. I have to do every nasty, dirty job in the meadery.”

“And what does Maven want?”

“Maven and I worked out a little deal. If Sabjorn ends up in jail, she's going to take over his meadery. And guess who gets to run the Black-Briar Meadery in Whiterun? You're looking at him.”

“Just like that? Does she have something on you too?”

“No, but she will have my loyalty going forward.”

Heading back out, I took a room for myself and joined in with the revelry. With plenty of attractive women around, I eventually found myself up on my feet in the crowd, my arms wrapped around a rather attractive Nord redhead, who introduced herself as Ysolda. While there was plenty of flirting, and maybe just a little bit of kissing as I held her close as we danced, there was no invite to return to her house, and I didn’t offer an invite back to my room either. However, before leaving for the evening, I’d made enough of an impression for her to hope she’d see me again.

After enjoying a filling breakfast the next morning, I found myself walking along the main road towards the meadery, passing a patrol of Whiterun guards, who were rather friendly as they greeted me. I waited outside Honningbrew Meadery for at least an hour, standing by the nearby creek, skimming rocks across the water as I watched the door. Barely anyone came or went, though as it was still rather early, I figured drinkers might only arrive after lunchtime.

Waiting until I figured it was noon, judging it by the position of the sun in the sky, I wandered into the meadery to find it deserted except for one man behind the bar, who I assumed was Sabjorn. He was a miserable bastard, though not entirely his fault I guess, but he did or said nothing to invoke sympathy. Guessing I was there to have a drink, he offered me the job of taking care of the pest problem. I asked how much he was paying, then demand he double that, and pay me half to start with, knowing I probably wouldn’t see the second portion of payment. With little options available, he begrudgingly agreed to my demand.

“My only demand is that these vermin are permanently eliminated before my reputation is completely destroyed. I bought some poison. I was going to have my lazy, good-for-nothing assistant Mallus handle it, but he seems to have vanished. If you plant this in the vermin's nest, it should stop them from ever coming back.”

Heading into the meadery itself, there were barrels full of bottles, most of them empty, ready to be filled. Heading down to the basement, there were plenty of traps already set, and that’s where I ran into the first skeevers. Ugly little bastards, but they die quick and easy, though you definitely don’t want to be bitten or scratched by one, as they carried all sorts of diseases.

The basement led to tunnels far underneath the meadery, full of all sorts of vermin. The skeevers were relatively easy to deal with but the frostbite spiders gave me a moment of pause, immediately missing my bow. The good thing is, everyone on Tamriel is capable of magic, though Nords don’t like it. It’s something ingrained in our minds and souls, that magic is used by the weak… Which is why many look down on elves, who are master practitioners of the arcane arts. As for myself, I used magic rarely but, if it was the better option, I’d use it. I knew a few basic spells, mostly for healing but also fire.

So I burned those spiders, flames erupting from both my palms. Once they were dead, I had an all over body shiver. I hate spiders.

The tunnels were also full of traps to catch out the unwary, left wondering who had left them. Certainly not Mallus or Sabjorn. Neither had been this far down. So I moved forward carefully, sword back in hand as I found myself entering a large chamber. Being a thief, I am capable of sneaking despite my size, and as I neared the centre of the chamber, I noticed a man working at an alchemist lab. And as I crouched there in darkness, I heard the mutterings of an absolute lunatic. And it was clear he was responsible for the infestation.

So I killed him. I don’t generally like sneaking up on people and doing the job, but I had an inkling he was gifted with magic as I listened to his insane ramblings, so taking his head from behind was probably best for both of us. Poisoning the skeever nest was easy, and I found a tunnel that led me back into the meadery, and even better, right near the vats. Climbing up a set of steps, I found a vat that was full of mead so dumped more rat poison in that too, hoping whoever would end up drinking it didn’t fall too ill.

Satisfied with myself at a job well done, I wandered outside and back into the meadery, where Mallus had made an appearance, sitting at a table nearby. I glanced across the other side of the room to see a man in uniform at another table. “Is it done?” Sabjorn asked.

“Aye. It’s done.”

“Well it's about time!” he exclaimed through gritted teeth, “I had to stall the captain until you were finished.”

Well, fuck you too, is what I thought. But I simply stepped back to watch whatever was about to unfold. The captain rose to his feet and approached the bar. “Well, Sabjorn. Now that you've taken care of your little pest problem, how about I get a taste of some of your mead?”

Sabjorn was obviously polite to those above his station. “Help yourself, milord. It's my finest brew yet. I call it Honningbrew Reserve. I think you'll find it quite pleasing to your palate.”

“Oh come now, this is mead, not some wine to be sipped and savoured.”

Well, I don’t know about that. Some mead should be sipped and enjoyed by a fireplace, preferably with some lovely female company at the same time. Mallus was now standing beside me, glancing to see a smirk on his face, knowing what was about to happen.

I’ll give the captain credit, he either had a strong stomach, or it took longer for the poison to work, because he polished off the whole tankard before he started to feel the effects. First was the dropping of the tankard as he started to feel queasy. “By the Eight?! What... What's in this?”

Sabjorn immediately glared at me, though his voice carried only worry. “I... I don't know. What's wrong?”

The question was answered by the captain vomiting all over the floor. I looked away immediately, while Mallus watched on with amusement. Looking back at the captain, he wiped his mouth and jabbed a finger at Sabjorn. “You assured me this place was clean! I'll see... see to it that you remain in irons for the rest of your days.”

“No, please! I don't understand...” Then he looked at me and appeared to understand. “It was him! It was them. They’re responsible for this!”

The captain unsheathed his sword and staggered around the bar. “Silence, idiot! I should have known better, to trust this place after it's been riddled with filth.”

“I beg you, please. This is not what it seems! I’m not responsible for this.”

The captain grabbed Sajborn by the collar and dragged him out from behind the bar, and pushed him towards the door. He then looked in our direction. “You there,” he said, pointing at Mallus, “You're in charge here until I can sort this all out.”

“As you wish, captain.”

He grabbed Sabjorn by the collar again. “And you! You're coming with me to Dragonsreach. We'll see how quickly your memory clears in the city's prisons. Now move.”

Sabjorn tried arguing, but I think the captain was ready to put the sword through him if he continued arguing. Realising his defeat, shoulders slumped, Sabjorn allowed himself to be pushed out the door, the captain slamming it as he left. Mallus turned to me and offered a hand. “Job well done, I think. And with me in charge here, Maven will have Black-Briar meadery being dispensed as soon as I can get a batch bottled up. And as for the Guild, I’ll be the perfect fence in the area.”

“Though Sabjorn is out of the way, I need to find out who was backing all this. There’s no way he could have funded this operation alone.”

Mallus gestured with his head. “His office and private quarters are upstairs. Take a look around, and anything within is yours if you want it.”

Sabjorn’s office was a treasure trove. Not only did I find a letter from Maven to Sabjorn, where the threat was implied though was intrigued to read she offered to buy him out, suggesting she was rather rich. But it was the second latter that peaked my curiosity and I knew I’d have to take it back to Brynjolf. The same symbol as the letter we took from Goldenglow. And the undertone of the message suggested whoever it was had a real axe to grind with Maven Black-Briar, and by association, the Thieves Guild. “Shit, this is getting serious,” I muttered. There was gold, jewellery and gems to take too, as well as this beautiful decanter that I just had to steal. Delvin had spoken of exquisite items that would have greater value than normal. I figured I’d show him that and see what he gave me for it.

Mallus thanked me again as I left, handing me a small bag of gold that I didn’t really need, though he insisted I’d earned it. Wishing him good luck taking ownership, I happily headed back to Whiterun, my pockets now bulging. Not wanting to head straight to the Bannered Mare, I noticed a sign for the Drunken Huntsman, and figuring that was a tavern, I headed in. Unlike the Bannered Mare, it was rather quiet, so I grabbed a tankard and took a seat next to the only other person inside, a Dunmer. She was rather surprised to see me take a seat, but after politely introducing myself, she returned the introduction, calling herself Jenassa.

We had a good chat. I didn’t tell her what I did for a living, suggesting I had worked as a mercenary and was now between jobs, though I wasn’t poor. She admitted to working as mercenary for hire. Unfortunately for her, pickings were slim as most approached the Companions for help.

“The who?”

She had a good chuckle. “You’ve never heard of them?” I shook my head. “They’re the only sort of Fighter’s Guild you’ll find in Skyrim. They base themselves up in Jorrvaskr.” She looked me up and down. “You should perhaps approach them. You look solid enough to handle yourself.”

“Why don’t you?”

She drained her tankard. “I work alone,” she eventually muttered.

We had a couple more tankards, and both became a little flirtier with each other. Her features softened the longer we talked, certainly smiling a lot more, and I started to appreciate her physical features. She was very fit, her legs long and toned, particularly as her skirt was very short and my eyes definitely spent time looking at them… which she noticed too.

Leaning closer to each other as we talked quietly, she finally asked, “Where are you staying tonight?”

“I was just going to book a room at the Bannered Mare again.”

“Or you could stay at my place…”

I couldn’t help the slight chuckle. “Rather forward of you, Jenassa.”

“Are you saying no?”

“Definitely not.”

“How long are you in Whiterun for?”

“Only tonight. I return home tomorrow.”

“Well, even better then. Stay with me tonight, fuck my brains out, then you can go home with a smile on your face.” I met her eyes to see she was absolutely serious. “So, would you like to join me?”

We’d been in the tavern longer than I thought, as it was dark by the time we walked outside. She took me by the hand and escorted me to her house. It was rather small, though she explained she didn’t need much space. There was a fireplace, a double bed, small table and chairs and a few chests where her possessions would be kept.

Once she locked the door, she practically leapt on me. She was only a couple of inches shorter, and we wasted no time undressing each other as our mouths met. I was eager to get her naked and see her body, hoping it matched my expectations. It did. Her breasts were small but she was fucking fit. A toned stomach and her legs without the skirt and her boots hiding them were perfect. Reaching around, I felt her arse too and gave that a good squeeze. “You like?”

“Oh, I definitely like,” I replied.

My clothes disappeared rather quickly too, and once she had my cock free, I received the usual response. “Oh my, now that is a gift, Ragnar.”

And Jenassa wasn’t lying about fucking her brains out, leading me to the bed where she lay down and spread her legs. I at least had a good taste of her Dunmer pussy, letting her know I liked her taste, but she practically ordered me to slam my cock into her. That gave me a good chuckle… then I gave her what she wanted. I put my hands under her knees, pushing her legs back and wide, as I positioned my cock at her entrance. I slipped just the head of my cock inside her pussy and stopped. “You sure?”

“I haven’t been fucked in a while, Ragnar. Trust me, that’s all I want. This is about fucking, not love.”

“Oh, I like you already. If I’m in Whiterun again…”

I’m not sure if fit women have tighter pussies or not. I don’t know the human body that well. But by the Eight did Jenassa have a sweet and tight little pussy. I may have complimented her quite a bit about it. She, in return, showed plenty of affection for the size of my cock, particularly once I had it slamming into her. She just wanted it hard and fast, letting me know she could cum from that. A surprise, but if that’s what she wanted…

I lasted as long as possible, but I guess tight Dunmer pussy was always going to win in the end. I let her know I was going to cum, and that’s when she surprised me by asking to suck me to completion. Well, I wasn’t going to turn that offer down, and as I sat back on my knees, she quite happily took my cock in her mouth, not bothered at by the fact it had just been deep in her pussy, and she took a load in the mouth a couple of minutes later.

Feeling drained, I could only mutter, “Bloody hell. That was fantastic.”

“And the night is yet young, Ragnar. I’m not done with you yet.”

“Definitely coming back to Whiterun!”

She gave me ten minutes to recover, sucking me again to make sure I was rock solid. She then spent a couple of minutes just stroking my cock, not to do anything except gaze upon it in admiration. “You ever measured it?”

“No. I just know it’s above average.”

“Nice and thick too, Ragnar. I bet women love you for it.”

“Well, I’ve had my share of compliments over the years.”

Straddling my groin, she happily slid herself down my cock and immediately rode me hard and fast. I worried she was going to hurt herself, but the only sounds she made were those of pleasure and absolute bliss. She was soon crying out rather loudly, glad we were alone in her house, though I’m sure people probably heard her outside. Reaching up, I played with her breasts as one of her hands moved to her clit. “You’ll make me cum,” she assured me, “But this will make it bigger and better.”

She changed position slightly, planting her feet on the feet and bouncing on me that way. It must have taken a lot of leg power, but she rode me all the way through one orgasm, not stopping all the way through it, before taking a deep breath and continuing to bounce up and down. Glad that I’d already cum, she pulled me up then she ended up her back, arse in the air with me in a position to drive straight down into her. It didn’t look comfortable at all, but she insisted I fuck her hard.

We both came hard about five minutes later, and could only lie back, sucking in deep breaths. Both of us started to have a giggle. “Well, this has been a rather pleasant introduction,” I stated.

“Would you believe me if I said I don’t normally do this?”

“I would, but it wouldn’t bother me if you did anyway.”

“There was just something about you that I liked immediately. Seeing that cock of yours just confirmed I made the right decision.” Turning onto her side, she ran a hand up and down my chest, where I did have a faint covering of blonde chest hair. “A short break then we’ll go again?”

“You’re insatiable.”

“I want as much as you can give me before you go home tomorrow. Who knows when you’ll be back.”

“Guess I can’t complain about that.”

“Are you with someone?”

“If you mean if I’m in a relationship, no, I’m not. But I have got one or two women I’m also intimate with.”

“Well, I consider them to be very lucky women indeed.”

She wasn’t lying. Jenassa made sure I was completely drained by the time we went to sleep much later that evening, or perhaps it was even early morning. But once her appetite was sated, she quite happily snuggled into me as we went to sleep, ensuring my arms were wrapped around her, muttering that she liked to be held by the man who’d just fucked her brains out and made her cum hard. That gave me a good laugh before we fell asleep.

I had breakfast cooked for me the next morning, and we ate in the nude after I’d watched her cook… perhaps distracting her for a time by bending her over the table and giving her a final load. That made her quite happy, humming contentedly as she finished cooking breakfast. We then dressed and wandered out together, and she escorted me out to where a carriage was waiting to take me home. We shared quite the passionate embrace before I left, with promises that I’d catch up with her again if I was ever in town.

I’m sure the carriage driver didn’t have to wonder too hard what had me smiling most of the way back to Riften.

*****

Knocking on Maven’s door, I’ll admit to a sense of nerves. I didn’t find her all that intimidating, but I was smart enough to realise she probably had friends in high places, and if she wanted, could make my life a living hell. I was surprised it was her to actually answer the door. “Not here,” she said quietly, “Bee and Barb. Ten minutes. Same room.”

I headed to the inn and waited for her to arrive. Once she arrived and sat down, I took the two letters from my pocket. “This is the one you sent to him,” I said, placing that on the table beside us, “But this is the one that should provoke interest,” I added, handing the second to her.

She read the letter I handed to her, watching her mood immediately darken, though only for a moment. “It’s not a lot to go on, Ragnar. Did Sabjorn tell you anything?”

“No. He was an uncooperative git.”

That made her smirk. “As proven by the first letter. What about this symbol?”

“That’s the interesting bit. That symbol was also on the note was took from Goldenglow.”

“Well, whoever this mysterious marking represents, they'll regret starting a war with me. You should bring this information to the Thieves Guild immediately.”

“That’s what I was going to do after concluding this meeting.”

She sat back and I think attempted a smile. “Well, I’m not easily impressed, Ragnar, but consider me impressed. Maybe you have a reason to be confident.”

“I’m arrogant enough to know I’m good, but smart enough to know there are people who are better, and a lot of my skills were hard earned.”

She nodded her agreement. “It’s always wise to know one’s limitations. Right, I know you will like payment, so do you want gold? Weapons? Armour?”

“I want your word that, if I wish to see Ingun again, you won’t interfere.”

“Very well. As you said, she’s old enough to make her own decisions. I’d rather not see her involved with someone from the Guild, but I guess I can’t really complain considering what we actually do.” She leaned forward and prodded my chest. “But I will not have you fuck my daughter in my house. If you wish to defile her again…”

“I wish you wouldn’t use that word.”

“Very well. If you wish to fuck her again, then you will find somewhere else to do it. If I find you leaving her room or in my house again, it will not end nicely for you. Understand?”

“I do. I’ll fuck her here instead,” I said, ensuring I grinned at the same time.

“Careful, Ragnar.”

I held up my hands. “It was a joke, Maven.”

Gathering up the letters, I stood up to leave. “Ragnar?” I looked down at her. “Thank you. Not many people hear those words from me. But you’ve done me a big favour by eliminating Sabjorn. I won’t forget that either.”

It was dark outside by the time I left the inn, a chill wind causing me to pull my coat a little tighter. A few guards patrolled, but otherwise everyone else was either at home or at the inn, with perhaps a couple of people at the temple for evening prayers. The smell that had so disgusted me when I first arrived had apparently disappeared, though I figured I was just used to it by now. Heading to the secret entrance, I found Brynjolf in the Flagon. Upon seeing me, he gestured to an empty table.

“So, how did it go?”

“Very well. Sabjorn is out of business and now enjoying the pleasure of Whiterun prison. Mallus is now running Black-Briar Meadery. We have a new ally in Whiterun with Mallus. Maven Black-Briar is happy with how the mission went.” I pulled the letter from my pocket. “But this is where it gets interesting.”

I watched Brynjolf read the letter. “This is beyond coincidence, Ragnar. First Aringoth and now Sabjorn. Someone's trying to take us down by driving a wedge between Maven and the Guild.”

“Well, they’ve failed twice now, and that has to mean they’ll be getting desperate.”

He nodded. “True, true. Let me give this to Mercer and we’ll see what he says.” He laid a hand on my shoulder. “Good bloody job, lad. Good bloody job. You alone are going to put this Guild back on its feet. I knew that feeling I had when I saw you was right.”

“I’m not doing it alone, Bryn.”

“Aye, but you’re doing a hell of a lot of the leg work. By the way, how did Maven pay you?”

I couldn’t help smirk. “I got assurance she would leave Ingun alone if she wanted to be with me again.”

Brynjolf cracked up laughing. “Most men would have wanted gold, and you just wanted the chance at some pussy.”

“Ingun won’t say no. Trust me.”

That made Brynjolf laugh even harder before he stood up and disappeared into the cistern. I joined Delvin and took out the decanter. I think I made his year as he was very pleased by the find. He disappeared for a couple of minutes and returned with a bag of gold. “How much?” I wondered.

“Five hundred septims, Ragnar. You ever find anything else like this, the price will only go up. Trust me on this, I will find someone who will want this and we’ll make a tidy profit. Nicely done, lad.”

“Thanks.”

As it was now rather late, I spent the rest of the night at the Flagon before heading into the cistern, where I swapped stories with my fellow thieves. Most were pulling their own jobs, but they admitted pickings were slim at the moment, and without any real influence in most cities, they knew if they got caught, they would definitely be on their own. Thieving always required care and attention to detail, but you also wanted a get out clause. I remember working for the Thieves Guild in Cyrodiil that, in most cities, thieves would be jailed but would soon find themselves released, only kept in a cell for longer if they stole from the wrong person.

The next day, I headed out at around lunchtime and headed to Elgrim’s Elixirs. The smile on Ingun’s face when she saw me walk in the door melted my heart, and she surprised me by running around the counter to hug me. “Damn mother to oblivion sometimes!” she whispered.

I just hugged her back. “It’s okay. She’s relented now.”

“How? Why?”

“I did a favour for her. The favour returned was that you were allowed to do what you want. I know that sounds really bad, as if you were some sort of payment, but…”

She kissed me hard for a moment. “No, I understand what you mean. You could have taken gold, jewels or anything else…”

“Want to join me for lunch?”

The smile simply broadened before she shouted out that she was going to lunch, taking her hand as I led her to the inn. Lunch must have lasted at least two hours, including a meal and a couple of tankards, and we spent time actually getting to know one another, considering we did leap into bed rather quickly. The only thing I didn’t mention was who I was working for now, simply stating I had a job that would occasionally have me wandering Skyrim. If she had an inkling of what I did, she either didn’t care or would make a big deal of it later.

Dropping her back at her shop after lunch, where we enjoyed a very nice kiss upon parting, with whispers in my ear of more if I wanted, I returned to the cistern to find Brynjolf had been waiting for me to return. He appeared rather nervous, left wondering what I had done. He calmed my fears first before explaining. “Mercer thinks he knows a way to identify this new thorn in our side. He wants to meet with you right away. And if I were you, I'd hurry. I've never seen him this angry before.”

Mercer had his own desk away from all of us. Behind the desk were a couple of shelving units, on which I saw the decanter I’d found. On the desk was a map of Skyrim and what looked like plans for possible heists, or at least that’s what it looked like. Mercer looked up when noticing me standing there. “Ah, Ragnar, good of you to meet me so soon.” His pleasant tone surprised me, so he added, “I’m a hard arse because I have to be. But you’ve exceeded expectations. Goldenglow sorted. Honningbrew out of business. And, most importantly, Maven Black-Briar reassured that her alliance with the Guild is right for both parties. Now, about Goldenglow, I've consulted my contacts regarding the information but no one can identify that symbol.”

“I’ve not seen it before either but the letter I nabbed at Honningbrew had the same symbol.”

He nodded. “It would seem our adversary is attempting to take us apart indirectly by angering Maven Black-Briar. Very clever,” he stated, almost approvingly.

“You sound impressed, Mercer. But at least we kept Maven onside.”

“They're well-funded and they've been able to avoid identification for years. I'm surprised it reached this point. Just don't mistake my admiration for complacency; our nemesis is going to pay dearly.”

“Okay, so what’s our next step?”

He met my eyes and nodded again. “Good. Just what I wanted to hear. Someone willing to take direct action. And, looking at what you grabbed, even after all their posturing and planning, they've made a
mistake. The parchment you recovered mentions a "Gajul-Lei". According to my sources, that's an old alias used by one of our contacts. His real name is Gulum-Ei. Slimy bastard. What I can’t understand is how Gulum-Ei's mixed up in all this; that Argonian couldn't find his tail with both hands. Don't get me wrong. He could scam a beggar out of his last septim, but he's no mastermind.”

“So I guess I should pay him a visit. Where is he located?”

“Gulum-Ei is or should I say was our inside man at the East Empire Company in Solitude. I'm betting he acted as a go-between for the sale of Goldenglow Estate and that he can finger our buyer. Get out there, shake him down and see what you come up with.”

“That’s quite the journey, isn’t it?”

Mercer cleared away the paper so I could look at the map. “You’ll need to take two carriages as the journey will take at least two days. One to Whiterun, where you can rest the night, then one to Solitude. Just remember that we don’t kill our targets, though you’ll find him to be a stubborn bastard. Breaking a few fingers might be required.”

“I’ll do what’s necessary without shedding blood.”

“Good. Follow the rules and you’ll do just fine.”

Sitting down with Brynjolf in the Flagon, he gave me more information about Gulum-Ei, the East Empire Company and also about Solitude as a city, aware I’d never been that far north. Otherwise, he told me to prepare for at least a few days away, as he knew trying to extract information from Gulum-Ei would be like pulling teeth. He emphasised the fact that I must do it clean and without bloodshed, assuring him in return that I’d make him talk before I kill him, and that I’d leave him alive at the end.

Remaining in the Flagon until it went dark, I headed out and up to the inn as usual, taking my usual seat. There was no sign of Ingun, assuming she’d gone home, but Haelga wandered in an hour later, making a beeline straight for my table. She sat opposite me, watching me eat my dinner. As soon as I was done, she grabbed my hand and led me out.

The first round of lovemaking was incredibly intimate, though Haelga insisted it was only because she’d missed me. But once I’d finished inside her as always, she kept her legs and arms wrapped around me, and wanted nothing more than more of my kisses. That was enough to keep me rather hard, and once she felt me back to full thickness, I was rolled onto my back so she could ride me to climax. She came particularly hard, and it was the first time she got really emotional as she lay down on my chest. “Something wrong?” I asked softly.

“No. Just really needed that release.”

“You sure?”

She looked up and smiled. “I’m sure. Just missed you, that’s all.”

“I missed you too.”

“But you slept with someone while you were away?” I nodded. “Who was she?”

“You really want to know with my cock still inside you?”

She had a little giggle. “Ragnar, I’ve already told you, I don’t mind. So, who was she?”

“A Dunmer in Whiterun.”

That surprised her, and I had a chuckle at the face she pulled. “Really? I didn’t think you’d go for elves.”

Shrugging, I said, “Humans or elves, I don’t mind. I don’t find orcs attractive, and fucking a khajit would just be weird. But the Dunmer I was with in Whiterun was fit as fuck.” That gave her another good chuckle. “She was a mercenary, so she kept fit.”

She laid her head back down as I stroked her back. “And you won’t be mad if I wanted to fuck someone else?”

“I said it would be a hell of a double standard if I was mad or jealous.”

“Okay,” she said quietly. She didn’t add anything for a while before she said, “I don’t want anyone else, just so you know.”

“Even if I disappear for a few days?”

She looked up again. “That’s what my toy drawer is for. I’ll just have to imagine your hard cock inside me while I fuck myself stupid with it.”

Leaning down, I whispered into her ear, “Well, it’s inside you now, Haelga.”

She ended up on her hands and knees, wanting it hard and fast before we went to sleep. She also asked me to give her a good spanking at the same time, and by the time I was finished, her cheeks were bright red and I was sure must have hurt, but she’d cum incredibly hard, so I can only assume she actually loved it. When I finally came, I practically passed out and collapsed on top of her, barely keeping my entire weight from squashing her, though she loved the feeling of my body pressed against hers, at least until it did get a little uncomfortable.

Spooning against me a little later, she wiggled her butt into my crotch and made sure my arms were tight around her. “Ragnar,” she whispered.

“Yeah?”

“I definitely have feelings. I shouldn’t, but I do.”

“So what do we do?”

“Continue as we are, because I already accept you as the man you are, and I don’t want to deprive you of what you want, which is a selection of women who will definitely desire you too.”

“Teachings of Dibella?” I wondered.

“Of course. The only thing I want is for you to share my bed as often as you can.”

“I promise.” I didn’t say that second word lightly.

We laid in silence for quite a while, her hand stroking one my arms, as I stroked her stomach, loving the feeling of her soft skin at my fingertips.

“I love you,” she said quietly, “And don’t feel like you have to return…”

“I love you too.” Because I did. Perhaps not in the same way she loved me. I’m sure the way I loved her in return was different. But while I liked Ingun or Jenassa, I thought about Haelga constantly, and my promise was based on the fact I would want to share her bed above the rest.

It was unsurprising she started to shudder as she wept, so I turned her around to hold her, lifting her chin so I could dry her happy tears, and the kiss we shared spoke volumes of her affections for me. Then she gave me a gentle shove. “Falling in love with a fucking thief. That’s all I need in my life!” she exclaimed, before she hugged me tightly.

Waking together the next morning, the smile on her face continued to speak volumes of how happy she now was. I’m glad I brought her that happiness. It was a nice feeling, and the only time I’d felt similar feelings was when I was with Ariel. And I was always sure she knew I liked her more than I should, but she never made a big deal about it. She’d been right, though. I fell hard for the first woman I was intimate with.

We headed downstairs together, where her niece was serving breakfast. We had a table all to ourselves as we ate together, and no-one dared make a comment. I’d been there often enough now for everyone to realise Haelga and I were intimate, if not in a quasi-relationship. “Will you be around tonight?” she asked.

“No. I’m off to Solitude today for work.”

“Quite the journey. Will you be gone long?”

“It’s a two-day journey there. Then the job, that I’m not sure how long will last for. Then a two-day journey back. So I might be gone a week at least.”

I could see that disappointed her, though it disappeared quickly, covering it with a smile. We finished breakfast together and before I left we shared a long, passionate embrace, enough that her niece cleared her throat, though was smart enough not to say anything. “When you’re back, if it’s the evening, just come straight here,” she said softly, “I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Naked?”

“Definitely.”

I kissed her a final time before I left, returning to the cistern where I packed up the supplies I would need for such a journey. Brynjolf gave me a little more advice about what to expect, particularly in regards to being careful and remaining anonymous, because if I got caught, I was on my home. I assured him I’d find the Argonian, get what we needed, then head straight back.

I asked the carriage driver about direct journeys to Solitude from Riften, and he said that wasn’t possible. I could go to Windhelm, Whiterun or Falkreath, but carriage drivers did not like driving at night, so he suggested Whiterun for the day then he would complete the job the next day.

We made Whiterun by sundown, and I headed straight to the Bannered Mare, not because I was avoiding Jenassa, but because the Drunken Huntsman didn’t have rooms, otherwise I would have headed there. After booking a room and grabbing a feed, I was joined by Ysolda again, and once the music started, she had me up and dancing with her. It was rather lively to begin with, but once the musician slowed it down, Ysolda had her body pressed into mine, her hands running up and down my back, complimenting me on my physique. Once again, there was a little bit of kissing as there was definitely an attraction, and while I was tempted to invite her to my room, I was distracted by the mission, so while polite enough to escort Ysolda to her home, where we shared a rather passionate embrace, there was no invitation to join her inside, so I headed back to the Bannered Mare for sleep.

The scenery of Skyrim changed as we headed west then north the next day. Whiterun Hold was flat, surrounded by mountains or large hills, passing through a town called Rorikstead before noon, continuing to head north as the sun moved overhead, eventually crossing an impressive bridge outside a village called, funnily enough, Dragon Bridge, before we started to climb towards Solitude.

Thanking the carriage driver for carrying me from one end of Skyrim to the other, I walked up to the gates and into an execution.
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