Dragonborn Rising Ch. 46

Chapter 47 -- Peace of Victory

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A/N -- No fear, dear readers. Still plenty of content to come. The only thing I don't cover is the Dragonborn DLC as, to be honest, I could never get it to work. I touch on nearly everything else at least, in particular Dawnguard and one character many of us who have played the game adore.

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So much for a simple celebration of my victory. The party that took over Whiterun must have lasted for at least three days and nights. The entire town joined in the festivities, and I don't think anyone to this day would know how much food and drink was consumed. Dragonsreach was opened to the public, the long tables rarely empty, Balgruuf ensuring a never-ending supply of meet and ale at the very least.

What amused me most during some of the celebrations was dancing with most of the women in Whiterun, and despite the fact they knew I already had three women I was intimate with, I think every single one propositioned me. The likes of Ysolda wasn't a surprise. In fact, I think she was now rather desperate to sleep with... No, she wanted to be fucked, as that's exactly how she put it to me. It was a very tempting offer. Carlotta, who generally made it known her sole focus was her daughter, quite clearly felt me up as we danced to some music, whispering it had been too long since she'd had cock inside her. I'd always fancied her and it took some willpower not to give in immediately.

Then there was Adrienne, who was married to a man I respected, insisting he had already agreed to a threesome. We'd always got on well, being neighbours, and I didn't want to ruin any of that by bringing sex into the equation. She then suggested a foursome if one of my girls wanted to be involved. I did consider asking Lydia about that...

I could name them all but I'm sure by now you have at least some understanding of my... I hesitate to say predicament, but I managed to say no to them all, frankly because Lydia, Aela and Mirabelle went out of their way to keep my balls empty the entire time. If I wasn't eating, drinking, talking or dancing, I was in Breezehome fucking one or two of them.

The collective hangover at the end of festivities would probably be talked about for years to come. Everyone had a great time and that was the most important thing. One crisis was over, and while others loomed on the horizon, for the moment, Whiterun was safe.

It was probably a week after that I was approached by the other members of the Circle, Farkas and Vilkas hoping we could go cure ourselves as soon as possible. With nothing else on my plate, I figured a journey north would be perfect. What I didn't like was, after telling Mirabelle about it, she suggested that she should really return to the College for a little while.

The good news was that she had sent letters out to every jarl, asking if they wanted an arcane advisor. So far, she had heard positive news from the Jarl of Falkreath. It was closer than the College but it still wasn't Whiterun. We promised to speak about our future and decide what we all wanted to do. But at least we had a plan of what to do in the immediate future.

Three days later, with enough supplies to last us at least a week, I led what felt like a small convoy of Aela, Lydia, Mirabelle, Farkas and Vilkas, heading east then north, as we would stop at the College first, before heading to the Tomb of Ysgramor, where the four of us would be cured. It was surprising how completely on board Aela was regarding the cure, as when we had first met, she'd been adamant about not seeking one. She had mentioned something about wanting 'clean' children. I wasn't sure if the curse could be passed on or not, like how I wasn't sure if any children I sired would also have my gifts. Time would tell, I guess.

We made it to the College in a couple of days, and it was there that Aela told me that the rest would move on and camp by the shore near the tomb, leaving me alone with Mirabelle. I knew why but I still questioned the decision.

"Because we don't actually know when we'll be back, so spend some time with her alone," she suggested.

"Not you too?"

"No, Ragnar. Just you and Mirabelle. Take your time with each other. If you spend a couple of nights, I'm sure we'll survive regardless." I couldn't help but give her a kiss before she led the other three down the side path. Mirabelle and I led our horses over the bridge, leaving them in the area now designated to leave the horses of those visiting, before heading inside out of the cold. Tolfdir learned of our arrival and made his presence known rather quickly, but he didn't have much to report, only that a few had learned the Dragonborn was a student and had arrived in recent weeks.

We dined alone in her quarters that night before heading upstairs to gaze upon the night sky, taking an enormous rug so we could sit down then wrap ourselves up in furs. We shared a bottle of wine as we chatted away, and in those moments, I could forget about everything and everyone else. There was only Mirabelle. Ever so briefly, I would also think of Muiri, not comparing the two, but simply think of all the things we could have done together if she hadn't been taken. Nowadays, whenever I did think about her, it was only to regret the life we hadn't been able to share together.

When it simply grew too cold, we headed back to her quarters where, to put it simply, we made love. By now, Mirabelle loved getting on her knees to pleasure me. When we first started being intimate, she'd rarely done it, admitting over time that it was simply a confidence thing, thinking she wasn't good at it. I assured her that technique didn't particularly matter, it was the fact she was willing to do it. And, of course, I always returned the favour, though she knew I loved going down on her regardless.

We made love for what felt like hours. My body was a marvel nowadays, my cock able to stay hard despite enjoying a tremendous orgasm, occasionally switching positions so Mirabelle could either ride my cock, which she adored, or she had learned to enjoy being bent over on her knees, though I usually lifted her up so she could lean against me. We both loved that position.

Though we may have longed to last all night, we simply wore each other out over time, but cuddling at the end was the best way to finish the night. In those moments, we might lay in contented silence, or chat about things that didn't really matter. That first night, though, she did broach one subject I had actually expected since we'd made love the first time.

"Tell me about her."

I knew who she meant. Mirabelle knew the basics about Muiri but I had never gone into great detail, understanding that it was still a wound after all this time.

That night, though, I told her everything. She knew most of my history, but I told her every little detail. Of how we'd met. How I'd killed for her. How I'd courted her. How we'd fallen in love. Married. Fallen pregnant. Then how she was taken from me. And how I took revenge. She knew parts of the story but had never heard the whole thing. I no longer wept telling the story. Nowadays, I only thought of the good times we'd spent together. I could close my eyes and still see her standing before me at the altar in her white dress. Occasionally, my mind would drift and I'd think of the better times and... well, I would have a natural reaction.

Muiri pulled me onto my side so she could spoon into me. "I can still hear how much you love her," she whispered.

"Always will, Belle." I kissed her cheek. "But now you are my Breton goddess. She would definitely approve." I paused before adding, "And I love you just as much as I did her."

She didn't say anything for a while until I heard a sniff, rolling her over to see her eyes glistening in the candlelight. She kissed me softly but couldn't really say anything, so I just held her tight to my body. "And I'd marry you in a heartbeat too," I stated softly, "Though... I'm not sure... You know..."

She still couldn't say anything so rolled onto her back, taking her with me, and she made sure my cock slid inside her. Legs immediately wrapping around me, arms around the back of my neck, she never stopped kissing me as we made love again. It was only when she must have approached another orgasm that she took a break. "I've stopped taking potions, Ragnar," she whispered.

I could only smile before replying, "Okay."

"I want our child. I want our children. I wanted this role here at the College. Or, at least, I thought I did. But I want what we share and what we will have in the future together a whole lot more."

"You don't have to give this up," I assured her.

"I know. But I do so willingly because the most important thing in my life now is what we have. So as soon as you know where your future is, I will be there by your side, Ragnar."

I rolled onto my back, taking her with me, bending my knees as she leaned forward. I slowly pumped into her, her face inches from mine. "Sound serious, Mirabelle."

"I want to be your wife, Ragnar. But I know Aela has the same thoughts."

"So what do we do?"

"I'm not sure yet. Right now, I just want us both to enjoy this."

She was my Breton goddess as she rode me that night, particularly when she sat back and I ran my hands up and down her body, eventually sitting up so I could focus on those wonderful breasts of hers, and in my desire, I may have left a mark or two on her neck, which simply made her giggle. We both lasted quite a while that final time, Mirabelle enjoying at least a couple of orgasms, before she ended up on her back, begging me to fuck her. We rarely did the really hard stuff, but when she grabbed the back of my head and practically growled at me to fuck her, she got well and truly fucked for all of a couple of minutes before I practically exploded inside her. Breathing deeply together afterwards, she did start to giggle, suggesting she'd definitely fallen pregnant that night, and she'd let me know in due course.

The next day, Mirabelle spent most of her time catching up on College business and I did what I could to prevent boredom. I spent a lot of time bothering Urag in the library, much to my amusement, and chatted away with Tolfdir for some time as well, realising I was no mage but happy I was at least showing an interest. He knew I had some basic knowledge but trusted in my sword arm above all else.

Mirabelle and I had what I could call a romantic dinner that evening. Small table. Candlelight. Two bottles of wine. Some rather delicious food. And we talked and talked for what felt like hours, and I think with each hour, I fell in love with her a little bit more, just gazing as her face was lit up by the candlelight, and I definitely made her blush on more than on occasion.

Eventually, I just took her by the hand and led her towards the bed, slowly stripping off her clothes as we kissed, moving my lips down to every exposed bit of skin before laying her back on the bed once I had her naked. I ignored her already soaking wet pussy, focusing on every other part of her body, from her fingers to her little toes, and everywhere in between.

"Please, Ragnar," she begged quietly, knowing what she wanted. I simply moved up and kissed her softly on the lips, which made her smile. "You're such a tease." She paused before adding, "And I love you even more for it."

I moved down and tasted her, earning a loud moan as I wasted little time eating her out, my tongue delving her depths, ignoring her clit for the time being, as that would be my main focus once she needed release. I simply enjoyed her taste, holding onto her thighs as she writhed above, barely able to say five words without another moan, with plenty of short compliments about my talent, or she'd simply thank the gods for what was happening.

"I need to cum, Ragnar. Please make me cum," she pleaded. I could keep teasing her, of course, but I loved making her cum. And cum hard. I generally didn't like using my fingers nowadays, preferring just my tongue, but I had a feeling if I did tonight, it would be a big one.

Sliding a couple of fingers inside her, I used my tongue on her clit as I probed her for her g-spot. I knew where it was. I knew her body as well as she knew mine. She tried to clench her legs, using my free arm to keep them apart, her back arching instead as she mumbled almost incoherently. "Oh gods," she cried out, and I knew she was getting close. "Right there, Ragnar. Don't stop... Please don't stop..."

Like that was ever going to happen! My focus was entirely on her and making her cum. She knew I would happily do it every night if she wanted, and right then and there, I could have happily made that promise and she definitely would have accepted it. Instead, I felt her start to clench my fingers, her hands tightening the sheets underneath her, body writhing even more.

"Oh gods," she cried out, "Oh Ragnar..."

It was... beautiful. Glorious. Wonderful. I think perhaps the best orgasm I'd given her. She writhed and shuddered as I did not relent at all. My fingers were only gently probing her, my tongue only gently flicking her clit. I think it was perhaps that which made it better. It took her a long time for her to ask me to stop as she shuddered her way through I think a second one immediately, or perhaps it was the first that just didn't stop.

"Okay," she finally managed to whisper. Taking my fingers out, I cleaned those first as I slowly kissed up her body, feeling her shake as she was still very sensitive. When my face hovered over hers, she leaned up to give me a soft kiss, noticing her eyes glisten in the candlelight.

"I love you so much," she whispered. It was said with such feeling, so much emotion, it nearly got to me immediately in return, leaning down to kiss her deeply, feeling her arms wrap around me to hold me in place.

I gave her a couple of minutes before she reached down, guiding my cock inside her. And then we made love. As turned on as I was, I warned her I wasn't going to last long the first time. She didn't mind, knowing I'd probably stay rock hard, adding with a smile that all she would do is make sure I rolled onto my back. Feeling her legs wrap around my, my thrusts were deep but slow and gentle, simply enjoying the feeling of being inside her, as much as she enjoyed me being inside her.

"Cum in me, Ragnar," she breathed.

"I love it when you say that."

She smiled, almost shyly. "That way, I know I'm yours forever."

"I always thought of you immediately before a fight. I must return to Mirabelle. The final thought before I fought."

I think that damned near made her cry again, covering that up by dragging my head down to kiss her again, before she rested her forehead against mine, her eyes simply staring into mine as I started to thrust a little faster, my climax quickly approaching. "Ragnar," she breathed.

"I love you," I whispered. Those were the final words before I finally did cum, burying myself as I kissed her hard, stifling the groan, her arms and legs tightening around my body to keep me in place. Once I was empty, and she was likely rather full, we lay joined together for a while, continuing to kiss, her hands caressing my body, running over muscles or scars earned over the years.

Pulling out, I was still rock hard so I was gently pushed onto my back next to her, Mirabelle eager to straddle my lap and sit down on my cock. All she did was lean forward as I adjusted my legs, watching as she ever so slowly started to ride me. "I'm going to make this the best orgasm ever," she stated quietly, "You'll have to catch me once I'm done, Ragnar. And I'm definitely going to cry again."

"I'll help dry the tears."

"It's emotional, Ragnar. You..." She had to stop, noticing the deep intake of breath. "I'm already used to having you with me every day."

Reaching up to caress her cheek, that earned an instant, heart-warming smile. "We'll work it out. I promise."

I kept caressing her face as it soon turned into one of concentration as she slowly rode me, rarely picking up the tempo, never the hard, fast fucking I shared with others. I'll admit, with Mirabelle, there was definitely a deeper connection shared. I loved Aela but, hand on heart, if I was made to choose, I'd choose Mirabelle every single time. I think she knew that, as well, though I knew she would never ask me to make that choice.

She was beautiful riding me, drinking in her body, watching how it reacted each time she descended my cock, her face light up when it hit the right spots inside her, lips slightly parted as she breathed, or even panted, her body lit up in candles with a slight sheen of sweat, loving the feeling of being buried inside her, so tight and warm.

"Ragnar," she breathed, and I knew she was getting close.

"Hold it back. Make it big."

"Trying," she mumbled, "But I already want to cry."

My hand was still on her cheek, so I caressed it again. "So cry. Nothing wrong with it. I'll kiss away those tears."

That simply earned a crooked grin, body movements she was making suggesting she wanted to cum but was definitely holding it back. No idea how a woman did that sometimes. Only when she was about to orgasm did she start to ride me a little faster, and when her tempo changed, that's when I knew. Moving my hands, I let her concentrate on riding me, moving my eyes from her body to her face. When she her mouth started to open, and the groan seemed to arrive from deep inside her, I knew it was going to be a big one.

"Gods," she moaned, now riding me faster still. "Oh gods..."

"Keep going, Mirabelle!" I urged gently.

"Oh Ragnar, I can't..."

"Keep going, Mirabelle."

Now she started to cry, but she kept on riding. I think she never wanted to stop. I certainly didn't want her to. I could have watched and enjoyed this for every minute of the rest of my life. She rode me until her body simply gave up on her and she couldn't help but fall forward onto me, her body continuously shaking as her orgasm ripped up and down her body. I wanted to hold her, but the lightest brush of her skin made her almost yelp, whispering she'd never felt so sensitive before. I thought about taking my cock out, but she insisted it remain inside her.

Once she felt relatively normal, she grabbed my hands to wrap around her, feeling her heart beat rapidly. I just held her tightly, feeling her shudder occasionally, before she lifted her head and I kept my promise, drying those tears with a thumb or a kiss. "I'm spending the rest of my life with you no matter what, Ragnar," she whispered before leaning down to kiss me.

I'd always believed her but, in that moment, she'd never sounded so adamant. So I just nodded, holding her against me as she rested her head on my chest.

Leaving the next morning was probably the most difficult time so far. I could have just walked to the tomb, but figured I probably wouldn't be returning to the College immediately after, so packed my supplies before saying goodbye to Mirabelle. When we hugged, part of me, and I mean a large part, simply didn't want to let her go. At that moment, though I would have been completely bored staying there, I would have done so for her.

And she seemed to read my mind. "Go, Ragnar," she whispered, "I love you."

"I'll be back as soon as I can. You have my word on that one."

"And if you're not, simply write me a letter, telling me what you're up to. Just hearing from you will keep me going until next we meet."

I kissed her a final time, then simply caressed her cheek as our eyes met, she smiled, then gently pushed me back with one of her hands. "Go, Ragnar. Your friends need your help."

Not wanting to ride across the bridge, as more than once a horse had nearly toppled over the side with us mounted, I took the reins and started to lead it across, only turning to see Mirabelle waving me off once before I made it to firm ground, where I mounted up and followed the path down the side of the hill.