Dragonborn Rising Ch. 15

I ate her out to three orgasms. After her third, I was left hoping no-one was around to hear her, probably wondering what was going on otherwise. I would have kept going, but after the third, she finally cried enough, though I still took my time kissing up her body, enjoying the softness of her skin, taking time to enjoy her breasts, before kissing up her neck and finally her mouth.

"Anyone would think you enjoy doing that to me," she said softly.

"How could I not? Those little sounds and moans you make are worth it." I noticed her blush slightly, looking away, so I used a finger to return her eyes to mine. "I could say even more, if you'd like." Still blushing, she nodded regardless. "Your scent alone makes me hard, Muiri. Then there is your taste." That made her laugh lightly, obviously never having heard anyone say it to her before. "I'm serious here. There's a reason why I'm so happy to do it for what feels like hours. Your entire body is beautiful. I just want to touch and kiss you all over, feel your soft skin against my rough hands. Front and back. Every inch of you."

She reached down to grab my cock, guiding it inside her. She was now used to taking me, though I was always careful not to cause her any pain. Once I was sheathed inside her, she asked me not to move, that she just wanted to enjoy the feeling of fullness. I couldn't stay still forever, but I lasted as long as I could before I needed to do something.

"Ragnar, I want you to do something for me."

"Yes?"

"I want you to fuck me."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded. It was emphatic. "Maybe not what you do otherwise, but I'm not a delicate wallflower. That's not to stay I haven't loved every single second, but maybe you can show me what you can do otherwise? And, if we like it, we can mix up our love making going forward."

I pulled out and flipped her over. She knew what I wanted, getting onto her hands and knees, looking back with a smile on her face. Her back was as perfect as her front, taking a moment to kiss from the small of her back all the way up to her neck, whispering into her ear that I loved her. She whispered those words back immediately. Her arse was soft but, like the rest of her, petite. I teased her by placing my cock between her cheeks. It looked enormous compared to her body, leaving me wondering how she took me at times. "Not there, Ragnar. I'm not sure I could handle it."

"Only a very small but carnal part desires that, Muiri. Though your arse is fantastic, just like the rest of you."

"Keep sweet talking me, and I might just say yes!"

Gently grabbing her hips, I pushed her forward so I could line myself up, and then held her in place as I slid inside her. She loved it immediately, but while I would have liked to have dominated her in that position, instead I lifted her up so her body was against me, wrapping an arm around her as she turned her head so I could kiss her. I fucked her harder than normal, enjoying the cries she made as I did, and she eventually asked me to let her go so she could fall forward, resting her head on her arms, looking back still with that smile on her face.

"Harder. Just a little harder."

She wouldn't ask if she didn't want, so I did as she asked. Her face was a picture as I pumped into her hard enough that our skin was soon slapping together, leaning forward myself to place an arm on the ground, driving into her as I breathed in her ear. "That's good, Ragnar," she breathed.

"Not going to last much longer. It's too damned good, Muiri."

She giggled. "It's okay, Ragnar. I've had three already. This is just for you."

I kissed her cheek and kept the same momentum. No need to completely ruin her, and I didn't want to. But she said she would stay in that position until I came, and my orgasm wasn't long in arriving. I grunted a few times, Muiri enjoying the sound of my own pleasure as I released a roar as I drove into her a few final times before I finally released. I had to relax, leaning down above her on my forearms as she lay flat on the ground, taking me with her. My body just above hers, she leaned back to kiss my cheek. "I enjoyed that a lot, Ragnar."

"Uh-huh."

"And I think you definitely enjoyed it."

"Aye."

I had to lie down, quite happily pulling out and collapsing onto the ground beside her. She quickly wrapped an arm around me and turned me onto my side so she could spoon with me, ensuring she was holding both my hands. "I've had a wonderful week, Ragnar. I can't remember being happier."

"I've enjoyed it too. It's been a lot of fun. Wonderful scenery. But the company has been delightful and certainly the best thing about it."

Lying together by the fire, it took a while for us to feel the chill of the night, and we eventually had to head into our tent and snuggle under the furs. We didn't talk much more but certainly spent a lot more time kissing and cuddling. We were both spent, though, so there was no further lovemaking that night.

I think we both had slightly heavy hearts the next morning, knowing we'd be back in Riften in a couple of hours. She proved how tolerant she was of me, though, by saying she expected me to visit Haelga that night. Part of me wanted to. The other part wanted to be with her. As we walked, she could see that I was in two minds, so made it for me, insisting that she'd had me for longer than a week, so that I should visit Haelga, understanding that I loved her too, and wanted to be with her as well.

"I'll let Ingun know soon that we'll just have to be friends."

"And Karliah?"

"I don't know. We work together quite often, so it's... awkward."

Muiri grabbed my hand and smiled at me. "It's your decision, Ragnar. As you requested, I won't force it. If you want to be with either of them occasionally, it's fine."

After passing through the gates, I escorted her all the way home, and we stood on the threshold of her bedroom, looking at the very soft and welcoming bed. It shouldn't come as any great surprise that I didn't return to Riftweald until the next morning.

Haelga was delighted to see me when I dropped by the next day. Asking where I'd been, she wasn't surprised when I told her where I'd been, sitting me down at one of the tables, offering me a drink at the same time. Once I had a tankard in hand, she said, "That woman is head over heels in love with you, Ragnar."

"I know she is."

"You know I'm open-minded and don't mind. What about her?"

I shrugged. "She says she's fine with it. She knows how I feel about you, at least."

"But..."

"She wants to get married, and I think sooner rather than later."

"And if that happens, it ends between us," she stated.

I nodded. "I'm sure some people would enjoy open relationships when married. But I think if I put a ring on her finger, and she puts one on mine, then that's me committed to her, and only her."

"There's a smile on your face, Ragnar. You like the idea."

"The idea of marriage doesn't scare me as much as I thought it would. I know we talked about it too."

"Aye, we did. But I've been there, done that, and... Well, you know." She reached across the table. "I love what we share, Ragnar. I love you. But if you make the choice, I'll understand. Please don't lose her just to keep me around. I'm old enough to understand. As for the others, they'll understand too. Try and make the right choice, at least."

"I'll give it some thought."

"Good. But, despite that, what are you plans tonight?"

"That's what I'm here to talk about. Would you like dinner at mine?"

"I'll come prepared, Ragnar."

She certainly did, as after dinner, she practically dragged me to the Dibellan room. Her evening seemed to be one long continuous orgasm. She took my cock in every hole more than once. At one time or another, she was blindfolded, gagged, wrists bound, ankles bound, toys in her pussy, toys in arse, whips and cane across her arse. Think of something and it may just have happened...

Yet the smile on her face the next morning was totally worth it. Granted, she found sitting down quite difficult, as her last orgasm arrived through some of the hardest anal I'd ever given her, and I was still staggered when she begged for more. Lying in bed once we were finally done, and her appetite for everything was finally sated, she confessed that, selfishly, she hoped I wouldn't propose to Muiri. I didn't hold it against her at all, as I would miss her like no other if we stopped.

But I certainly had a decision to make.

*****

After what was effectively a holiday away with Muiri for longer than a week, it was time for me to get back to work. The Guild had been busy during my time away, and Karliah had news to report. Books had come in from all over Skyrim and further afield, and she had learned of the location of another Daedric statue.

"I've barely heard of this one, but have you ever heard of Peryite?" she asked.

"No, never heard of him."

"I've had to do a little research since discovering the name. He is known as the Taskmaster, or as the Blighted Lord."

"Sounds delightful. So I assume you know where we are heading?"

"Well, you see, the thing is... It's not a statue, like Azura, nor a temple, like Meridia. It's more a... Well, it's a tree, Ragnar."

"A tree?"

Karliah shrugged helplessly. "That's what the books state. Some sort of tree, and through it, we might be able to commune with Peryite."

"When do you want to go?"

Karliah smiled. "I've already started putting things together. Tomorrow morning?"

"Perfect."

"One last thing. We'll have to take certain supplies, as one of the books suggested that we'd need to make some sort of incense to commune."

I couldn't help the slight groan. "Great. Why do I think it's going to be something really weird again?!"

She laughed lightly to herself before stating she would meet me at the stables the next morning. I spent that night with Muiri at her place. She was surprised to see me, figuring I would be with Haelga again, not that she was complaining. I told her what I was doing, and that I'd probably be gone for a few days, but that the prize would be worth the time away. She just told me to be careful as always.

It was a cool morning as Karliah and I mounted our horses, ready for at least a two-day journey across Skyrim, and I knew we'd end up having to search for this shrine, as Karliah didn't have an exact location. It had been a while since Karliah and I had been alone, so the first few hours of our ride was simply an opportunity to catch up. She'd been busy herself, and admitted she was putting together plans to perhaps recruit one or two more Nightingales. She knew I would eventually be distracted by other things, while Brynjolf agreed to become one but wasn't exactly devoted. She wanted recruits who would live at the hall and perhaps even tend the Twilight Sepulcher with her.

We took the south road, and camped near Falkreath for the night. I managed to snag us a couple of rabbits for dinner quite quickly, and sitting by the campfire at night, we still had plenty to talk about. The conversation generally stayed on topic, the retrieval of Daedric artefacts, though it eventually strayed into other matters, my private life, of course.

"You were gone longer than we expected, Ragnar."

"Aye. It was unexpected."

"But?" she asked, giving me a look.

"But what?"

She laughed to herself. "Come now, Ragnar. I think I know you well enough now."

"What do you mean?"

"You're thinking or contemplating something. Part of me does wonder what it is though."

Draining the bottle of ale in my hand, I placed the bottle down and turned towards her. "I don't wish to rake over old wounds, but you had a connection with Gallus, right?"

I think she knew where I was going straight away. She smiled though, I would assume at obvious memories. "I did, Ragnar. It was wonderful while it lasted."

"I feel that same connection with Muiri."

That caused her to raise eyebrows. "And Haelga?"

"I love her too, but the week I've just spent with Muiri... I'm head over heels for her, Karliah. Shit, when we weren't talking as we were riding along, I was wondering what she was doing, thinking about what we could do when I returned, hoping she was thinking of me in return."

Karliah didn't say a thing for a moment. Then she hugged me. "I'm happy for you, Ragnar."

I closed the hug, but still asked, "And you're okay with it?"

She laughed lightly again as she let me go, though continued to hold my hands. "Ragnar, I knew this was never going to be permanent. I've enjoyed the time we spent together, and I have a lot of affection for you, as I'm sure you have for me."

"I do. Definitely do."

"But it's not love. Yes, the sex has been great, but I find myself just enjoying spending time with you like this. Above all, you are my friend. And it won't hurt me if we're no longer physical. I'll miss it. By the Eight, I'll miss it, but I will still want your companionship on jobs like this."

"Thank you." I didn't know what else to say.

"Will you want to be physical during this trip though?"

It was my turn to laugh. "I guess we can make it one last fling?"

She agreed that we would be intimate until our return to Riften, where our relationship would continue to be close, but it would only be professional. So we made the most of it that first night, and before mounting our horses the next morning after a night of lovemaking, we shared quite the passionate kiss before she hugged me tightly, resting her head on my chest. "Definitely going to miss that," she said quietly.

The further west we headed, the more the landscape changed, becoming more mountainous, the plains of Whiterun left far behind. And with plenty of places for ambush, we both rode along with bows in hand. Forsworn operated in the region, and although Madanach had given his word that my allies and I would not be harmed going forward, I wasn't sure if all his soldiers would be aware, and certainly wouldn't know what I looked like.

But we rode along in peace, eventually coming to a stop at a particular mountain, albeit smaller than those in the distance, Karliah suggesting the shrine would be at the top of it. We searched and eventually found a path for our horses, and although narrow in places, managed to ascend without too much difficulty.

There we found a lone Khajit, who noticed our arrival and then... ignored us. Dismounting and tying our horses, we wandered towards the Khajit, who was busy at what looked like a Dwarven cauldron. What he was cooking, I have no idea, and didn't particularly want to ask.

"Um, hello," I stated.

He turned to look at us and introduced himself as Kesh. "Ah, wanderers, yes? No? Pilgrims, perhaps? You have come to commune with Peryite, Taskmaster and blighted lord, yes?"

"That's what we're here for. What can you tell us about him?" I assumed he would know more about him than either Karliah or I, who knew little. There were not many books about Peryite.

"He is the pus in the wound. Oh, proper ones curl their noses, but it's pus that drinks foul humours and restores the blood. I worship Peryite, yes, because sometimes the world can only be cleansed by disease."

Karliah and I shared a glance. "Okay, what in oblivion have you got me into here, Ragnar?"

"Me? You're the one who suggested this!"

"You're the one that wants Daedric bloody artefacts!"

Damn it, I hate it when she's right. "Kesh, we would like to commune with Peryite. What would it take to do that?"

"Not everyone has the stomach required to entreat my Lord. But Kesh likes you, friend. There is a way Peryite may speak to us who will take Him in. If you wish to commune with Him, we'll need the incense."

Karliah walked to her horse, returning a couple of minutes later with what was required. Kesh looked surprised but thanked us, and he immediately moved towards another cauldron next to a mangled tree. Karliah grabbed my attention, suggesting the tree was how we would commune with Peryite. How that would happen, I had no idea.

I also had no idea what Kesh was actually doing, but in addition to our ingredients, he added a lot more, and after a few minutes, the cauldron was full of a green and absolutely foul smelling liquid. Karliah looked like she was going to be ill, and while I might have a strong stomach, even I was struggling. Kesh didn't appear perturbed, and once he was done stirring, he beckoned me forward. "It is ready, pilgrim. Inhale deeply and Peryite may speak with you if he finds you worthy."

Doing as required, I was fairly sure I'd lose my breakfast in seconds. Instead, there was a bright light and... The tree seemed to speak to me. If not the tree, then there was a trio of skeevers, ghostly looking skeevers, that seemed to speak. It was weird. I'm not sure it was a hallucination or if I wasn't going nuts. I'd seen enough strange things as it was.

""Breathe deep, mortal. I would have you hear me well, so let these vapours fill your lungs."

Definitely Peryite. "You've chosen to speak with me. Why?"

I'm fairly sure he'd know why I was there. I was after some sort of artefact. The Daedra seemed to know what we mortals were thinking most of the time. "I have watched you for some time, you know. The decisions you've made intrigue me, and I wonder if you are a proper agent for a task of mine. I sent a blessing to Mundus, a wasting plague that infected a scattering of Breton villages. One of my monks, the elf Orchendor, was sent to gather these Afflicted. He shepherded them into Bthardamz for me, but has since lost his way. I will not stand for betrayal. I want you to go to Bthardamz and kill Orchendor, in my name."

Our commune didn't last long. I guess Peryite would speak more upon my return. My vision cleared and everything around me returned to normality. Asking Kesh if he knew Bthardamz was, he said it was just down the mountain and we'd see Dwarven ruins during our walk down. "What does he want us to do?" Karliah asked once we started walking.

"Find an elf and kill him."

"You didn't ask too many questions. What did he say otherwise?"

"Apparently he's been watching me. I'm not sure how but he said my decisions intrigued him."

I'm fairly sure one Dwarven ruin is like another, but the outskirts of Bthardamz appeared in rather good conditions, left thinking the Dwemer had built things to last, much like their machines that waited for us inside. Any thoughts of an easy journey through the ruin ended in a matter of minutes as a couple of the Afflicted Peryite mentioned attacked us. One appeared to spew this green bile, eerily reminiscent of the liquid Kesh had cooked up on the mountain, and the fact it sizzled on the ground suggested it was probably poisonous and acidic. After killing the pair, Karliah asked, "So what do we do once inside?"

"Kill those who attack us. Leave those who don't."

Karliah agreed, and we found an entrance into the ruin itself. Like always, it was rather dark inside, though the place felt alive, as the Dwemer mechanisms were still working, Karliah and I sneaking past areas we knew their machines might wake and attack us. We passed rooms where Afflicted were sleeping on stone beds, agreeing that we would let them live, at least. I'd committed murder, and didn't particularly want to commit many more.

We found evidence that some of them were a little nuts in addition to being full of whatever poison they'd chosen to imbibe. Gathered around some sort of statue or idol to Peryite, Karliah and I listened in to their prayers. The mention of Orchendor gained our absolute attention. With no way to sneak around them, we did something to gain their attention, and once they immediately tried to attack us, putting them down wasn't a problem.

Bthardamz was an absolute labyrinth of long corridors and cavernous rooms. Some Afflicted remained asleep, and therefore undisturbed by us. I think many were probably dreadfully ill, remembering the words of both Kesh and Peryite about blight and disease, just wondering what sort of plague had taken place in Breton lands. Thinking of Bretons made me think of Muiri...