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Dragonborn Rising	By : unknownauthor05 Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 6889 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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My name is Ragnar. Some called me ‘the Broad’, as I’m tall, being a Nord and all, and due to genetics, I was, well, broad. Others called me ‘the Fearless’, as during my times in the Fighter’s Guild of Cheydinal, I’d proven to have little sense of self-preservation though none doubted my bravery. Some, trying to make a joke, called me ‘the Blonde’, because I had long, dirty blonde hair that most Nords had, plus I think they were joking about my intelligence. I’m the first to admit I’m not the smartest of men, but I’m not a complete dullard either.
Before I begin to discuss my time in Skyrim, I guess you need to know about how I was and why I ended up walking into Skyrim and a series of life-changing events. I’m not sure where or when I was born, as I learned at an early age that I was an orphan, but I was probably born in the Imperial City. I was given the name Ragnar by the headmistress of the orphanage I lived in at a young age, and told early on that I was a Nord, who called a country named Skyrim their home. I never did learn who my mother or father were. Not that I tried too hard to find them. I’d been abandoned on the steps of the orphanage barely a few days old. I’d clearly been unwanted.
I spent ten years at the orphanage before running away, not that I think they would have been too bothered about that. There was only one woman who worked there that all the children liked. The headmistress was a stern, almost cruel woman, while the other two women who worked there cared little about our welfare. Looking back, I’m not sure why they even worked with children, but by the age of ten, I realised I wasn’t wanted there either, and had long since found friends with the street urchins.
Leaving the orphanage behind was a good choice, personally speaking. There were a group of kids who worked together, about a dozen of them, all looking out for each other, everything stolen was shared, and they never seemed to go hungry. The older ones taught me the finer art of being a pickpocket, how to tail a mark, how to be invisible in a crowd, and most importantly, how to get away as quickly and silently as possible.
We made a great team, and I thought I’d made some lifelong friends. But living and working the streets was dangerous, and over the years, we lost more than one to the city guard. And some people had no problem injuring if not killing us. I lasted six years before I fell afoul of a mark. By this stage, we were working for the Thieves Guild, most of us kids on the street being recruited at the age of fourteen. Still young enough not to draw too much attention, old enough to look after ourselves. And even at fourteen, I was larger, faster and stronger than the rest.
But while I had all those qualities, I was still a dumb kid. The job was one of the hardest I’d been given. Break into the house of a local lord in Cheydinhal and ransack his safe. I was probably overconfident, but while I managed to break into the house without a problem, the lord and his bodyguards were waiting for me in the darkness. To say I was beaten would be an understatement. By the time they were done with me, I had numerous broken bones, bleeding from numerous wounds, and how I survived was only a miracle… and a lot of magic and healing potions.
I had been rescued by a member of the local Fighter’s Guild and they sent for a healer and priestess to look after me as I recovered. They kept me under for around three days to lessen the pain. Waking up on the fourth day, the healer and priestess were still by my side, as was a member of the Thieves Guild, standing at the foot of the bed with his arms folded.
“Easy, child,” the priestess said softly, her voice soothing, “You’ve been seriously wounded.”
“Where am I?” I asked. My mind still fuzzy, I added, “What happened?”
“That’s what we’d like to know,” the guild man stated. It wasn’t unfriendly but the tone was stern.
I looked at the healer then the priestess. “How old are you?” the priestess asked.
“Sixteen winters, I think. I’m not sure.”
“And you’re a thief,” the healer stated. Not unkindly, but I probably looked like one. Rather filthy and my clothing was one worn by thieves.
“Not anymore. Not after…” I’ll admit that I almost cried. The pain was horrendous, and I knew I’d screwed up royally. The lord would know my face. And if I didn’t return to the Imperial City, the guild would come looking for me. My options were few, and none of them were good. Recognising I was still hurting, the healer gave me a little potion that put me back to sleep.
I was kept under for another week before I was finally woken up for good. The healers had done a bang up job, my broken bones having been set, the wounds healed up with only a few scars remaining, and there was only a lingering amount of pain that didn’t bother me too much. I immediately thanked the healer and priestess for their help, both suggesting I should see them as soon as I was up and about. That left me with the guild man, who introduced himself as Corvus, the local master of the guild. He sat down on the chair once occupied by the healer.
“Do you remember talking to us a week ago?”
“Barely.”
“Okay, I want to know a few things about you. Then I’m going to make you an offer. But you must be honest to hear the offer. Agreed?” I nodded immediately. “What’s your name?”
“Ragnar. I don’t have a surname. Some called me ‘The Broad’, others ‘The Blonde’.”
“Where are you from?”
“I live in the Imperial City. I’m homeless.”
“And you’re a thief?” I nodded. “Who injured you?”
I shrugged. “I never know the marks’ name. I just had the address or name of the residence.”
“I could ask, but that’s not important. He or they are the people who left you for dead?”
“Do you blame them?”
He paused before answering. “I don’t blame them for wanting to stop you. But even I can admit they went a little overboard. I’m being honest when I say they left you for dead, Ragnar. You’re lucky to be alive. You should definitely go thank the healer and the priestess.” I nodded, stating I would as soon as I could stand up. “Do you like being a thief?”
“I don’t like being homeless. I’d like to have a warm bed and full belly each day.”
“And how old are you?”
“Sixteen, I think. I’m being honest when I say I’m not sure.”
He nodded again. “How long have you been working for the Thieves Guild?”
“They recruited me at fourteen, but I’ve been homeless since I was ten.”
I think that surprised him, raising his eyebrows. “Where were you before then?”
“An orphanage. I left when I realised there was little point me staying until I was sixteen.”
“So you’ve had a hard life?”
Shrugging, I said, “I don’t blame anyone but myself. Each decision I’ve made was on my shoulders alone.”
“A rather responsible outlook for someone so young.” I shrugged again. I think that was a compliment. “So, want to hear my offer?” I nodded. “For someone so young, you’re quite… large, Ragnar. honestly, you already have the build of a warrior. All you need are the skills to be one. I’m willing to give you a way out of your current life. We accept men and women of all backgrounds, and as long as they follow the rules going forward, they will be accepted as one of us.”
He looked at me, and all I could eventually say was, “You’re serious?”
“I am. Do you really want to head back to the Imperial City, homeless, having failed your job, and still recovering from your wounds? Don’t you want a chance to escape that life? Stay with us, Ragnar, and you have the chance of doing something good with your life. You will learn to be a warrior, honour-bound. You’ll make coin, as you will be paid for every contract. Work hard enough, and prove your worth, and you might even end up running one of the guild chapters. But to get all that, you must agree to our rules and work your arse off to get there.”
I agreed, and after giving me a couple of days to get used to moving around, I got to work. He had me working for at least eight hours a day. If I wasn’t training with a weapon, I was doing exercises to get fit and slowly build muscle. If I wasn’t doing either of those things, I was cleaning and sharpening weapons, polishing armour, or generally helping around the building. But, mostly, it was about the training.
It took six months before he was confident enough to send me out on my first contract, and I learned quickly that I wasn’t to just turn up and start swinging a sword. Sometimes I would have to deal with a domestic issue. Occasionally it would be a pest problem. Every so often I would be sent to deal with some bandits, and that was when I knew all my training had been worth it, and I was rarely ever troubled by them. And then there were the missing person jobs, where I had to travel the length and breadth of Cyrodiil, feeding on scraps of information. I surprised myself by managing to find the person most of the time. Not always alive, though.
Once I started taking jobs and making some coin, I would do work for the other guild chapters around Cyrodiil, and slowly but surely ascended the ranks of the Fighter’s Guild. Every day I improved my skill with the blade, and even took up archery as a hobby, Corvus having suggested it was always good to learn a variety of skills. As I approached my eighteenth birthday, Corvus suggesting I should use the date I was found by the orphanage as that day, he sat me down and asked a rather personal question.
"Have you ever been with a woman, Ragnar?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Why not?”
Shrugging, I replied, “To be honest, I’ve been so focused on learning my craft and doing jobs I just haven’t thought about it.”
“You do like women though?”
I couldn’t help laugh, wondering if he was insinuating something. “Yes, Corvus, I do like women. There are a lot of pretty ones around Cheydinhal. As I said, I just haven’t worried about it.”
“Do you want to get laid?” I must have looked surprised at the question as he started to laugh. “It’s not a hard question, Ragnar. What date is your birthday again?”
“Twelfth of Midyear.”
“Okay. That night, we’ll take you out for a few drinks, then we’ll head to a particular tavern that will cater to certain tastes.”
“You mean a place of working girls?”
“Does that bother you? Or would you rather wait?”
“I’m not worried about it being special or anything. But now that I think about it, I wouldn’t mind getting laid. Will probably be a lot more fun than my hand.”
Corvus agreed that I’d have no contracts a couple of days before so I’d be in town for my birthday. I’d made friends within the local chapters across Cyrodiil, and was pleasantly surprised when a few of them arrived on my birthday. Once the sun started to set, we headed out into Cheydinhal, and as my face was now well known for good reasons, each tavern we entered, I received a free tankard of ale and a slap on the back.
Corvus had suggested that I enjoy myself but not get too drink. When I asked why, he whispered, “If you drink too much, your dick won’t work.”
I almost spat out my drink, probably looking at him wide-eyed as I asked, “Really?”
“Your first time is going to be nerve-wracking and awkward enough as it is without worrying about whether you can get hard or not.”
“I don’t think that will be a problem.”
“No, you’ll probably cum in two seconds. But you’re young, so you’ll recover quickly at least.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Corvus.”
He just laughed, slapping my back again. “We’ve all been through it, Ragnar. It’s a rite of passage to becoming a man.”
After visiting a sixth tavern, where I didn’t partake in an alcoholic drink, Corvus suggested it was the right time to make our way to the ‘Scarlett Lady’, a well-known tavern in Cheydinhal that sold some of the best liquors in the Empire but also had a selection of beautiful women willing to keep you company for an evening, if the coin was right.
Most of our group left Corvus and I to it, wishing us goodbye as they would head on to another tavern, no doubt returning the guildhall later that evening very much worse for wear. We walked into the ‘Scarlett Lady’, pulling back the curtains that hid what was inside from view. It had all the appearances of a normal tavern, only the light was kept lower and it wasn’t as busy as most of the taverns we’d visited that evening. There was a bar at one end of the room, while there was a small stage where a woman was dancing in not very much.
We took a seat, a waitress approaching to take our order. “We’ll each have a brandy,” Corvus stated.
Once she disappeared, I asked, “Brandy?”
“Help calm any last minute nerves. Trust me.”
The brandy arrived rather quickly, and I took a moment to look at the waitress. She was wearing a tight fitting top and short skirt, showing off a pair of long, pale legs. She noticed me look and winked. I surprised myself by only smiling, not blushing. I knew what I was there to do, and the women were on display.
As we enjoyed our brandy, we were eventually approached by a mature woman. I knew she likely wasn’t one of the working girls, so was either the owner or at least looked after the girls. “Good evening, gentleman.”
“Evening.”
“I am Muriel. Are you here to drink or are you after some company?”
Corvus clamped a hand om my shoulder. “It’s Ragnar’s birthday and we’re here to celebrate.”
She looked at me and smiled. “Oh, and how old is the birthday boy?”
“Eighteen today,” I stated.
The smile broadened before she had a quiet chuckle. “I can imagine what you’re here for then. First time?” I nodded. I didn’t think it was embarrassing. “Okay, we can handle that. And you, sir?”
“I would like some company too,” he said. I looked at him with surprise. He wasn’t married, nor in a relationship, but I didn’t think… “If you’re going to be busy all night, I wouldn’t mind getting my dick wet too.”
“At least you’re honest.”
She appeared to wait until we’d finished our drinks, as one we placed the empty glasses on the small table in front of us, she approached and asked us to join her in an adjoining room. Inside were at least ten women, all of them lazing around in negligees or sheer nightdresses. There was skin on display though there was still an element of modesty. But they were all beautiful and I felt a rising in my groin.
"The choice is yours, gentleman. You have a choice of human or elven, depending on your taste.”
Corvus picked first, surprising me by picking a dark elf, otherwise known as Dunmer. I didn’t know a whole lot about them but she had a certain quality, I guess. Whatever the case, he asked her name and she quickly led him out and likely up the stairs to one of the bedrooms.
“And you, young man?” Muriel wondered.
I had my eyes only for the redhead. She smiled under my gaze, and that was when I felt heat rise in my cheeks. Muriel recognised who I was looking at and gestured for the others to leave for a moment. Once alone, she beckoned the redhead forward. “What was your name, young man?”
“Ragnar.”
“Ragnar, this is Ariel.”
I bowed slightly. “Pleasure.”
“Nice to meet you,” she said softly. Her voice was pure silk. It was probably a tone she’d perfected in her job, but it did the job regardless. “Would you like my company for the evening?” I nodded. “Have you been told the rules?”
I glanced at Muriel. “Your friend is a regular, Ragnar. He doesn’t need reminding. The rules are few, but if you break them, you will be broken in return. Understand?” I swallowed hard before nodding. “Do not abuse our girls. If you’re into the rough stuff, you’re in the wrong place. Once you’re upstairs, Ariel will tell you what she’s prepared to do and what she isn’t. Do not even think about forcing her to do something she doesn’t. If I hear about it, remember the warning. Now, as for payment, Corvus will take care of it. He’s already had a word in my ear about you.”
“Thank you,” I said.
“As long as you behave yourself, you will have a good time here tonight, Ragnar. Now, Ariel, why don’t you take our young man upstairs and show him a good time.”
She took me by the hand, amazed at how soft her skin was, and I was led through the other room up a set of stairs, past a number of doors before she stopped and opened one, entering a rather exquisite looking bedroom. A four poster bed, a number of chests and wardrobes, a pair of chairs and small table near the curtained windows. “You look impressed,” she said, closing and locking the door.
“I had no idea.”
I just stood in the middle of the room, probably looking rather stupid. Ariel approached me and probably noticed my hesitation. “Let me guess; first time?” I nodded. She immediately smiled, a sweet one that highlighted her green eyes. “Why did you pick me?”
“I like redheads and your bust is spectacular.”
That made her laugh. “Thank you for the honesty.” I shrugged again. “You’re certainly tall, Ragnar. How tall?”
“Around six foot. I’ve always been larger than most.”
“You certainly are,” she said quietly, running her soft hands up my arms and over my shoulders, helping take off my coat, throwing that onto the bed behind me. “Sure you’re only eighteen?”
“Fairly sure. I…” I didn’t know how much I should share. One, just in case it ruined the mood. And, two, how much would she really want to know about me really?
She smiled. “Never mind. We don’t have to share too many personal details.”
“Your name really Ariel?”
The smile broadened. “Figured that already eh?” I nodded. “Since you’re so cute, I’ll let you know. My name is Inga, but men don’t want to fuck Inga. No, Inga is a homebody, raising three children, constantly standing at the pit cooking dinner. No, men want to fuck Ariel.”
“You have three children?”
That made her laugh at me. I didn’t mind. It actually helped me relax while she unbuttoned my shirt. “No, I don’t have children, Ragnar. Just making a point.” She eventually helped take off my shirt, throwing that onto the bed too, and ran her hands up my chest. “Wow, you look after yourself. Those arms already…”
“I’ve been working for the guild since I was sixteen. Rarely take a day off. Probably why I’m a virgin, to be honest.”
“Compared to most men who come in, I’m not going to complain to the others tomorrow morning.”
That made me smile as she started to undo the buckle of my belt, before she unbuttoned my trousers. As I was only wearing shoes, slipping out of those wasn’t a problem as she helped dropped my trousers, stepping out of those and kicking those away. Standing in just my underwear, the tent in my underwear would have been easily recognisable. She stepped back to look me up and down. I tried to stand somewhat confidently. “Definitely won’t be complaining,” she muttered to herself.
I’ll admit, I was a virgin in many ways. I hadn’t lied about being so busy I rarely took a day off. So that meant I hadn’t even kissed someone before. When I say it out loud, it sounds rather pathetic, but I simply hadn’t worried about it. Sure, I had a libido, but I generally took care of myself when I needed it, then carried on with my day.
“Have you kissed a girl before?” That’s when I felt the first wave of embarrassment, shaking my head. She put a hand on my chest and pushed me back until I was sat on the bed. Even sitting down, she was barely taller than I was. I didn’t really know what to do with my hands, so she helped me, taking off her night dress, leaving her in just a bra and panties, placing my hands on her side. Soft, delicate skin at my fingertips. I know I had a big, dumb grin on my face as I ran my hands up her body, over her stomach, around on her arse, over her covered breasts. I watched her face at the same time. She seemed rather interested in my reaction.
Then she leaned down and laid a soft kiss on my lips. It was awkward at first. No first kiss is ever that great, but that was the first hurdle done. And I had no problem with her telling me what to do. I had an idea of what I was to do, but instructions are always good. Once I learned the idea of using my tongue, that was when I made her squeal in surprise as I pulled her close to me, feeling my cock harden completely as she tasted like wine and had a scent of flowers, no doubt a perfume.
Feeling a little confident, I tried to take her bra off as I kissed her, but I fumbled for a while before I felt her smile, our lips still joined, as she helped me take it off. Then she stood back so I could take them in. They were more than a handful, her nipples already hard, about the size of a coin. I think I licked my lips as she said, “Well, I know one part of my body that’s going to get attention later. But first…”
She offered her hand, helping me stand again, as she gestured for me to remove my underwear. Figuring that’s what I was there for, I had no problem dropping those to the ground too. “Holy shit!” she exclaimed.
“What?” I asked, suddenly worried at her tone.
“Ragnar, it’s… it’s…”
I looked down at my erection before looking at her. “What is it?”
She looked at me, an enormous grin. “It’s spectacular!” she stated, instantly wrapping her arms around me to kiss me again. I felt a hand snake between us, and I shuddered when her small hand wrapped around my shaft, taking a sharp breath through my teeth. “Excited?” I nodded. “Would you like me to suck your cock?” I nodded again. “I know you won’t last long, being your first time. And that’s okay, Ragnar. Don’t be ashamed if you cum really fast, okay?” I nodded a third time. “And you’ll probably surprise yourself when you do cum, so that’s okay too.”
I couldn’t help smile as she kissed me again before she lowered herself down, kissing down my chest and over my abs before she ran her tongue along my shaft. I nearly came there and then. I wanted to look down and watch this beautiful woman blow me, but if I did, I wouldn’t last thirty seconds. So I closed my eyes and just focused on what I could feel.
Feeling her lips wrap around my shaft, the heat of her breath on the head of my cock, I knew I wasn’t going to last long at all. I’d surprised myself by not coming yet. She removed her mouth for a second. “Run your hand through my hair,” she said quietly. I had to open my eyes for that, and couldn’t help smile as Ariel was on her knees, her eyes looking up into mine, watching my cock slowly disappear into her mouth. I ran a hand through her hair as instructed, and she made an approving sound.
I didn’t last long at all. She probably took about half my length, focusing on that, using her hand for the rest of my shaft. I groaned a few times and she knew my climax was imminent. I could see the question in her eyes and I nodded. She removed her mouth and stroked me, groaning rather loudly as I came on her breasts. I think I came quite a lot as she started to giggle. “By the Eight, Ragnar, when did you last cum?”
Incapable of doing anything except concentrate on standing, she allowed me to step back and collapse on the bed as she grabbed a towel to clean up. Once she’d done that, she hopped onto the bed to lie down beside me. “As you gain experience, you’ll meet women that will swallow your cum, or take a load on their face, or let you cum in various parts of their body. I generally don’t do it while at work.”
“You’re with someone?”
She shook her head. “No. But when I meet the right man, I’d do it for him.” That’s when she poked me. “Don’t get feelings, Ragnar. I’m a working girl, and while I will freely admit you’re clearly a very nice young man, you’re still a customer at the end of the day.”
“Why do you say…”
“Because you will have strong feelings for the first person you’re intimate with. It’s only natural.” Then she leaned down to kiss me. “But I’m still glad you chose me.” She gave me about ten minutes to recover, before she asked, “Would you like to lick my pussy? Before you worry, I’m completely clean, and haven’t been with anyone else today.”
I agreed immediately, and I took delight in removing her panties as she laid back, surprised to see her pussy was completely bald. “I thought…”
Another sweet smile as my inexperience showed again. “I keep it smooth as many men like it, and it’s just easier. But most women will have hair between their legs and above their sex. Just so you know, I am a natural redhead.”
Spreading her legs wide, she then gave me the rundown on female anatomy. I listened to her intently, as she was clearly more experienced and would know what she liked. I had no problem with listening to instruction. I did it all the time at work, and I could so while I learned how to please a woman too. After all, we’re only virgins once, and can only lose it once too.
Explaining what would help her feel good, she asked me to kiss her first, and I got more practice doing that. She told me to go easy with the tongue, and helped me learn what was good, though practice would always make perfect. She then mentioned her neck, and she seemed to like that, but I was eager to play with her breasts. That made her laugh as I took one in each hand, surprised at how soft they felt. When I licked and sucked at a nipple, she made an appreciative sound, and she suggested I give her pussy a rub. Doing that, I could feel she was wet, mentioning to me that’s what would happen when she felt good and what I was doing was working.
Though I think we both enjoyed my attention on her breasts, she asked me to kiss down her body to her pussy. She was slim but had some real curves, and her stomach was soft, enjoying just kissing her there, earning another giggle. Moving down to her pussy, that was where I was completely lost for a moment, but she gave me more instruction, telling me where to lick and what to listen out for.
Having never tasted pussy before, I have to say… It tasted bloody marvellous! Looking up after a minute or so, I said, “I’ll definitely do this again.”
“And women will love you for it, Ragnar,” she breathed, “Keep going.”
I had no idea what I was really doing, but I guess enthusiasm made up for inexperience, as I’m sure she was making sounds, and a few moans, that suggested what I was doing could be working. If I could make her orgasm? Shit, I’d strut out of the tavern like I was the bloody emperor!
"Put a couple of fingers inside me, Ragnar.” Doing that earned another moan. “Ysmir, that’s just your fingers,” she whispered, “Okay, make a ‘come hither’ motion with them. You’ll hit the right spot. While you’re doing that, focus on my clit,” she added, pointing to where her clit was.
Doing as instructed, she was soon enjoying what I was doing rather a lot, if I do say so myself. She would tell me if I was being too hard on her clit, asking me to go a little softer, but asked me to pump my fingers a little faster. She was soon writhing, and I held onto her with my left arm around her right leg. Her head was now rolled back, and she was moaning quite a lot. I wasn’t sure if women fake orgasms or not, but if she was faking, she was one hell of an actress.
“Harder on my clit, Ragnar. Keep doing what you’re doing!”
Ariel knew what she wanted, so I had my tongue on her clit, my fingers now pumping into her pussy, and I loved watching her body. Her scent alone was making me rock hard again, so I knew we’d be fucking soon enough. I found that thought very exciting, and I knew I probably wouldn’t last long.
When her body started to buck slightly, I had to ask, perhaps rather stupidly, if she was going to orgasm. “By Ysmir, Ragnar…” I think that was a yes, “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. You’re going to…” Whatever she was going to say trailed off into a long moan.
Her orgasm, when it arrived, I found even more exciting than the thought of fucking her. She squeezed her thighs into me, so much so that I could barely keep pleasing her, and she eventually whispered for me to stop. Lifting my head and removing my fingers, I sucked on those and felt my cock throb as I can readily admit I loved the taste of pussy.
Sitting on my knees looking down at Ariel, she looked at me with a rather sweet smile, her body shuddering every so often. She beckoned for me to lie next to her, surprising me when she turned onto her side. “God’s help the women of Cyrodiil.”
“Why?”
“Because you just made me cum on your first time. Add to that, very few men go down on a woman. Oh, some woman is going to make you a keeper, Ragnar.” She leaned up to lay a soft kiss on my lips. “It’s my turn to thank you for that. You were very good, and you learned very quickly.”
I definitely blushed as I said thanks. That made her giggle at my reaction. She moved one of my arms so she could properly snuggle into my side, enough to make me state, “Well, this is rather intimate.”
“You’re staying the night, Ragnar. So despite who I am and who you are, you will be holding me tonight. Get used to it, and you should always do it with a woman you’ve been intimate with. Most women love being held by their man as they sleep.”
“I must sound so clueless.”
“You’re still a virgin… for the next ten minutes or so. Trust me, you’ve come to the right person to learn at least a few things.” She then met my eyes. “And I can say right now, you ever want to visit again…”
“What about those feelings you spoke of?”
She laughed. “As I said, you’re a nice, young man. And that cock you’re about to put inside me, I’ll definitely want again. I won’t fuck for free, but if you become a regular, I’ll have a chat with Muriel.”
It was actually nice just lying there with her naked. I definitely kept checking out her body. She had little feet. Her legs were gorgeous. Her arse was fantastic, soft yet firm at the same time. A strange sensation. She was soft all over. Her breasts were perfect. And her face was beautiful. It made me wonder why she was working in that sort of establishment. I wasn’t dumb enough to ask that sort of question.
Eventually her hand moved to my still rock hard cock, and she eventually positioned herself on her back again, gesturing for me to get on top of her. Spreading her legs, she suggested what we were about to do would eventually be natural, but she helped guide my cock into the right spot. Asking me to at least take it slow, that first feeling of sliding my cock into a hot, wet, tight pussy… It was a feeling I knew I would enjoy every time for the rest of my life. My face was obviously priceless as Ariel giggled, wrapping her arms around my neck and dragging me down to kiss her.
I took it slow inserting my entire length, and the look on her face suggested she loved it. Once I was all the way inside, I took a few moments to calm myself, as I didn’t want to cum again too quickly. That would have left me rather embarrassed. She gave me a couple of tips, and I was soon slowly thrusting into her, just getting used to it. Part of me wondered why the hell I’d taken so long to start fucking. The other part of me knew I’d want to do this every day if possible.
Somehow, I don’t really know how, I managed to last quite a while. Ariel eventually moved under me, and she gasped, stating I was even deeper as she wrapped a leg around me. “Fuck me,” she demanded albeit gently.
“I’ll probably…”
“If you do, you do. Fuck me. Trust me, Ragnar.”
So I started to what I thought was fucking her, which was thrusting harder and faster. It was what she wanted, as she lay back with a smile, occasionally kissing me, breathing deeply, moaning occasionally, repeating the demand to fuck her. I was starting to feel rather warm already, and I knew I wasn’t going to last too long. “Cum inside me. It’s okay.”
“But what about…”
“Potions. I’ll take one in the morning. Trust me, Ragnar, you’re cumming in me all night.”
That made me smile, which made her smile. And then I came. I groaned loudly. I’m sure they heard me downstairs. It was far better than my previous orgasm. It was the best orgasm of my life. I had to resist collapsing on top of her, holding myself by a forearm as her arms remained around my neck, leaning up to kiss my cheek. “There you are, Ragnar. Now you’re a man. How was it?”
“When can we do it again?”
She burst into laughter at my eager tone. “Give yourself a few minutes, young man. And I’ll need to clean up first.” I learned sex was a little bit messy as she needed a towel, not that it bothered me. It was my first time, and to be honest, I’m glad it was with Ariel. She was beautiful, had a good sense of humour, and seemed to be genuine in the fact she sort of liked me. I just had to remember that she was a working girl, and that we might like each other, but at the end of the night, I was but a customer. Still, I’d remember the night fondly…
We had a lot of sex the rest of the night as Ariel showed me number positions. Lying me down on my back, I loved watching her bounce up and down on my cock, particularly her breasts swaying as she did. Utterly mesmerising, and what made it better is that it helped her have another orgasm. Having a woman on her hands and knees was a position I enjoyed, and it felt like a slightly dominant position, as I could give her arse a gentle slap. Afterwards, she said some woman would like harder slap, or their hair gently pulled, and various other things. As she was smaller than myself, we event tried it standing up against a wall. That’s when she properly complimented me on my strength, as I found it rather easy to hold her up as I thrust into her. I definitely had an admirer as she certainly liked running her hands up and down my arms, back and chest.
It must have been early in the morning when we finally stopped, and Ariel hadn’t lied, happily snuggling against my body, politely insisting that I hold her. I quite happily did that, and for the first time of my life, fell asleep with a naked woman in my arms.
Waking the next morning, I woke up with an erection, poking her in the back. She woke up and started to laugh, and figured that we may as well have one last fuck. It was a lot softer and more sensual than all the fucking of the previous night, with plenty of kissing. Our faces barely inches apart, she said quietly, “And this is how you make love to someone you love, Ragnar. Okay?” I nodded. “I’m already jealous of whoever it is.”
“I have to find someone first.”
“Well, as I said, my door is always open if you’ve got the coin.”
“I’d like that.”
I think she tried to stop the smile being so broad. “So would I.”
I eventually finished inside her, and offered to bring her off, but she said that one was for me, as thank you for actually caring about hers the previous night. Getting dressed, I didn’t do so with a heavy heart. I took her warning seriously, so made sure I remembered that it was a business transaction. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t like her just for being a lovely young woman. She walked with my downstairs, where Corvus was already waiting for me with Muriel.
“Did you enjoy yourself, Ragnar?” Muriel asked.
“Did he enjoy himself! Look at his face!” Corvus exclaimed.
“Ariel was delightful company,” I stated.
“And he was the perfect gentleman,” Ariel added.
“Will we expect your return?” Muriel wondered.
“Definitely.” I think my reply was quite eager, as the three had a chuckle.
Corvus and I left, thanking Muriel, while I gave Ariel a soft kiss on her cheek, thanking her for a wonderful evening. She smiled and thanked me in return, and I definitely walked back to the guildhall with a spring in my step, to the amusement of Corvus, who practically laughed at me the entire way.
My first time lit the blue touch paper in regards to my sexual exploits around Cyrodiil. In addition to my continued work with the guild, I felt a surge in self-confidence. Having spent an entire evening being complimented, I figured I could use a little of that confidence and learn the art of picking up women. Sure, it blew up in my face quite often as I learned what to do, but slowly and surely, the confidence I carried myself with started to gain attention.
Having a well-known face around Cheydinhal, many of the local women already knew me, and knowing I was single, I soon found myself joining the occasional woman back at her place after an evening out. Remembering everything I’d learned with Ariel certainly helped, and the compliments I received about my physique, the size of my cock, and my continually improving talents as a lover, only helped my confidence surge even more.
I was careful not to mix business with pleasure too often in Cheydinhal. But as I was sent around Cyrodiil for work, I started to ensure I spent a few days in a town to meet more women. The first city I made a permanent lover was in Bruma, a woman by the name of Arnora. I met her in a tavern one evening, and once she seemed interested in me, getting an invite back to her place was rather easy. She was a little older than myself, I would have said around thirty, but she was fantastic fuck, leaving the next morning with an invite to join her any time I was in Bruma.
Chorrol proved to be a city of delights for someone such as myself. While I was ever more confident, I could still embarrass myself trying to impress or flirt with women, but most seemed to find it amusing and sweet, rather than amusing in a way that they laughed at me. I found myself in Chorrol often enough that I soon had at least three lovers there. A Cyrodilian by the name of Arriana, a beautiful, busty blonde who was a mix of sugar and spice in the bedroom. A Nord by the name of Vilena, a buxom brunette who was the first woman to introduce me to anal sex. And my first elf, an Altmer by the name of Earana, who put my back up to begin with, but after helping her with a personal issue, was suddenly sweet as pie and very eager to spread her legs for me.
I visited Chorrol a lot.
The Imperial City had always been off-limits for me, and Corvus had always ensured I didn’t get contracts there. But a job eventually crossed his desk that he wanted one of his best lieutenants to complete it, and that meant me, as I had now risen the ranks to effectively be his direct subordinate. I managed to make it into the city without a problem and complete the job. I’m not sure if anyone ever recognised me, but I think I’d probably changed enough over the past three years that it would have helped. The fact I now had a well-trimmed beard and washed at least one every couple of days, plus I was dressed in some fine armour, I would probably have been unrecognisable to those I’d use to run with in the Thieves Guild.
That made me feel a little more confident, and once the job was complete, I ended up in a tavern and picked up this lovely little Breton woman by the name of Aileen, no older than myself. I’ll be honest, she was probably the best fuck I’d had since Ariel, and we really liked each other. Though she knew I wasn’t a local, she insisted that her door would always be open whenever I was in the Imperial City. I suddenly had a reason to return.
Speaking of Ariel, I still visited her whenever I was in Cheydinhal, and she kept her word. I became a regular, and a word with Muriel meant I paid only half the price compared to the others. And if I was going to visit her of an evening, I would be her only customer that day. We grew rather close. No, we certainly were not falling in love, but we didn’t just fuck when I visited. We’d lie back and talk about things, and we learned pretty much everything we could about each other. Both of us were orphans. She was only a couple of years older than me. She was hoping to save money so she could open her own shop, as she liked to sow when she wasn’t working. I could only wish her well.
I spent at last three years working for Corvus in Cheydinhal. Every so often a job opportunity would come up to possibly run my own guild, but I had to be honest and admit it didn’t interest me. Guildmasters rarely completed contracts nor spent time on the road. Corvus didn’t mind, liking the fact I would remain loyal to him, and over the years, we became the closest of friends and I was his most reliable warrior.
Or, at least I was until everything blew up in my face and I had to depart rather quickly.
I was returning from Chorrol, having spent a couple of nights there completing another job while visiting Vilena. I was feeling rather tender in my groin region, though probably not as sore as her, as I had spent half the night in her arse. For some reason, she loved it, and I’d certainly loved to do it.
Approaching the gates of Cheydinhal, there was a crowd at the gates, and my hand moved to the hilt of my sword as the group moved in my directions. I counted at least twelve men, at least half of them wearing the uniform of the Imperial army, and all of them were armed.
“That’s him! That’s the one,” one of them yelled, and that was followed by more shouting.
I stopped a few metres from them, hand on the hilt of my sword though leaving it sheathed. They formed a line in front of me. “Are you Ragnar?” one of them asked.
“Who’s asking?”
“My name is Lucius Veranus. I am the husband of Arriana.”
Shit. I should have known…
“She’s married?” Of course she was. They all were. All of them. All of them except Ariel, my first. Even the sweet young Breton girl in the Imperial City was married, to a soldier of all people. I was a damned stupid fool, thinking with only his dick. “Look, I clearly didn’t know…”
“While we could accept one or two, Ragnar, you have fucked all of our wives. Do you know how that makes us look? Like jokes. Pathetic little men, incapable of pleasing their wives. And all of them found pleasure in you. One man.”
My hand tightened around the hilt of my sword. “So what do you intend to do?”
“We agreed that we won’t kill you, Ragnar, not unless you give us reason to fight and kill you. But you can’t stay. Not in Cyrodiil. Not after what you’ve done to us.”
“So where the hell should I go?”
“You’re a Nord. Skyrim is north. Go there. Anywhere but here.”
“You’re seriously kicking me out of my home?”
“It’s either that or fight us all right now. Because, trust me on this, some of these men want your blood for what you’ve done. They admit that you probably didn’t know, but that doesn’t make you completely innocent. As I said, one or two, sure, it happens. But how many women do you need to fuck, Ragnar? By the Eight…”
I couldn’t fight them all. I had talent, and could have taken maybe three of them. But twelve and more was just a death sentence. “You obviously have coin, so you can make it to the border without a problem.” They threw a bag in my direction. “Those are the few things of yours. We’ve already spoken to your guildmaster. He spoke highly of you, and tried to speak your case, but we were not going to have it. So, you either go peacefully or you fight us all. But rest assured, we will know if you’re still in Cyrodiil, Ragnar. We have friend everywhere, and if anyone of us even hear a whisper that you’re still here, we will all arrive on your doorstep to deal with you. We can’t forgive and we won’t forget.”
As I said, I’m not a particularly smart man, but I’m not stupid. And I knew I couldn’t win here. “Very well. I guess I have no choice,” I stated, bending down to grab the backpack, “Never thought I’d be run out of my own home.”
“Take the north road to Bruma and head for the mountain pass. You will be watched until you cross the border. As I said, if you don’t do as we demand, there will be consequences.”
I knew the soldiers could call on all their friends, and I’d probably end up fighting an entire cohort of soldiers, so that wouldn’t be particularly sensible. “Skyrim it is then!”
It took me two days to reach the border, and I knew I was being watched. I know when I’ve got eyes on me. No doubt the husbands had called in favours of fellow soldiers and others who would be willing to assist. No doubt any reputation I once had in Cheydinhal and other cities across Cyrodiil was now in tatters. I could only hope the women I’d bedded were okay.
The weather turned as I followed the mountain road, and as the sun set on the third day, I had to take one last look back at Cyrodiil now below me. Bruma was in the near distance, while I was high enough to see the Imperial City in the distance. I never thought I would have left Cyrodiil in this manner, basically on the run from a group of jealous, angry husbands. I probably should have been more circumspect in my actions about bedding women.
Oh well, never mind. Despite the situation, I’ll admit to a little excitement at starting life anew in my homeland. I could only hope my life didn’t fall apart quite as badly.
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