Dragonborn Rising Ch. 01

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

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

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

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

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

"I do. What business of it is yours?"

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

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

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

"It's unusual a man would worship Dibella."

"She's the Goddess of Love. Or certain other things that brings enjoyment to life."

"And if you weren't in here extorting me, I might just be interested."

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

"I do. And you're serious?"

"Were you?"

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

"Well, I'm rather new in town, but you might see me in there from time to time."

"If you're serious about your Dibella worship..."

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

"Well, despite the circumstances, it's a pleasure, Ragnar."

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

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

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

"And I'll admit it that I prefer my coin purse bulging rather than empty."

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

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

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

"Crystal, boss. You won't have any problem with me. I've worked with the Guild before."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A pleasant surprise, Ragnar."

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

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

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

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

"Oh." She leaned forward, whispering, "Is it scandalous?"

Learning forward myself, I whispered back, "Very."

"How scandalous?"

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

"They? How many were you bedding?"

"A few. My job took me around Cyrodiil, and let's just say I had some lovers around."

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

"Oh... Why?"

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

I couldn't help smile. "That's a rather forward invitation, Ingun."

"I don't like beating around the bush. Are you interested?"

"Very."

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

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

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

"And your mother doesn't like that?"

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

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

I shrugged. "No idea. I'll see what happens."

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

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

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

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

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

"Ragnar," she breathed.

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

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

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

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

"Been a while?"

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

"Well, you'll hear no complaints from me regarding that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And you're wonderfully tight, Ingun."

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

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

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

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

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

"Glad you like it."

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

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

"You're my first in Skyrim," I admitted.

She giggled. "Well, consider me honoured."

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

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

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

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

"Enjoy yourself last night, young man?"

"Your daughter was wonderful company, Miss Black-Briar."

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

"She was just as willing as I was."

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