Dragonborn Rising Ch. 53

Chapter 54 -- Returning Home

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We arrived at the College two days later. It was a day's ride to Windhelm, where we booked one room and continued the fun from our night together in Whiterun. It never got weird between Serana and Valerica in the sense they were intimate, but I did get to enjoy a proper mother-daughter threesome, Serana happily sitting on my face as Valerica enjoyed riding my cock again. She knew it wasn't going to last long, that I had an arrangement with those waiting for me at the College. Asking what her age was when she was turned into a vampire, I admitted she wasn't even the oldest woman I'd slept with anyway.

"Who was the oldest?" she asked during our ride between Windhelm and the College.

"A woman by the name of Delphine. She had a couple of years on you, at least."

"So age isn't a problem?"

"Well, I won't sleep with anyone too young. There are rules, after all. And I won't go too old, as there has to be an attraction. But when you're a young man, older women are seen as better lovers simply because they have experience. I used to visit a particular tavern back in Cyrodiil that catered to my needs. I was friendly with one of the girls there, she was a regular, but the Madame who ran the place was an older woman, and when I asked her about enjoying time with a mature woman, I'd been regular enough that she took me by the hand and enjoyed me herself." I paused and definitely smiled at some memories. "With age comes experience."

"How many women have you slept with?"

I glanced at Serana, who looked at me and grinned. "Ragnar, two things. One, I'm not going to be jealous as I share you already. Two, I'm certainly not going to judge as I'm aware of your history."

I looked at Valerica. "I'll be honest; I don't have an exact number in my head. Since arriving in Skyrim, I can at least list all the names. Ingun, Haelga, Jenassa, Karliah, Astrid, Muiri, Aela, Lydia, Delphine, Mirabelle, Faralda, Brelyna, Sybille then you two."

"But you only married Muiri?"

"Yes. I was with Haelga for a long time but she didn't want to marry. We've been on again, off again for a long time. Can't remember the last time I saw her, to be honest. Now I'm with Aela, Lydia, Mirabella and your daughter. I don't plan on any more but sometimes things change."

"And you are okay with this, Serana?"

"I know he loves me, Mother. You've seen how he looks at me. I've seen how he looks at Mirabelle, Aela and Lydia. Trust me, this man is in love. He just happens to be in love with more than one person. Who is to say you can't love more than one person?"

Valerica was silent before stating, "I had no idea my daughter was so open-minded. Consider me impressed."

"I've had his company for quite a while now, Mother. I know Mirabelle will definitely be missing him. I think she'll be stealing him away for a couple of nights at least."

She was proven right as we rode our horses into the courtyard of the College. By the time I'd dismounted, Mirabelle had raced out of the building and almost slammed into me, arms and legs wrapped around me, definitely needing a tight hug and a very long kiss. It was only when Serana started to giggle that Mirabella extricated herself from me, and she proved nothing could get past her. First, there was a gasp before she whispered, "Ragnar, she's... got colour..."

Serana stepped forward, took Mirabelle's hand and put it to her throat. Mirabelle gasped again before she hugged her without hesitation. Serana was surprised for a moment before returning the embrace. "Thank Ragnar. He kept me alive. He's done nothing but help me since waking up."

Mirabelle held her by the shoulders. "Have you slept with him?" Serana couldn't help but blush as she nodded. "Good. How was it?"

"The best thing ever," Serana whispered. Then she cleared her throat. "Mirabelle, allow me to introduce my mother, Valerica. She was like me too, but chose to be cured."

"Delighted to meet you."

"We've heard a lot about you from Ragnar," Valerica stated, sending a glance my way.

Mirabelle chuckled. "Sleep with you too?"

To see her jaw drop was rather amusing. I definitely chuckled as Mirabelle simply stepped back beside me as I wrapped an arm around her. "Yes, I enjoyed his company too. I can't deny it," Valerica finally said, the smile that formed surprisingly shy.

"Well, I don't blame him. Mother and daughter are beautiful women, after all. Come, we should head inside. Aela and Lydia are upstairs, Ragnar. They thought I should head down here to meet you first."

Heading inside and up to her quarters, Aela and Lydia hugged me, then inundated Serana and her mother with questions about being cured. They figured out rather quickly that I'd slept with both of them, not that it caused any sort of issue, Serana readily accepted as another of 'my girls'. Valerica admitted she didn't really know what she would do with her life now. When Mirabelle suggested working for the College, Valerica admitted her avenues of investigation regarding magic would likely be frowned upon. Mirabelle figured out what she meant rather quickly so let the matter drop. "Well, you can always practice any magic you want besides that," she added.

"Thank you. I may just avoid practicing magic for a while and focus on alchemy. Do some good for the world."

Having arrived rather late in the day, the six of us enjoyed dinner before Aela and Lydia suggested they would leave Mirabelle and I alone, Serana and Valerica taking the hint and leaving with them. I glanced at Mirabelle, surprised she started to blush. I pushed my chair back and she immediately sat on my lap, enjoying another soft kiss from her. "I've missed you," she whispered.

"I missed you. I always think about you when not here."

"Even when you're with Serana?"

"Of course. When I'm intimate with Serana, I only think about her. But I've seen things that made me wish you were there with me too."

That made her smile before she kissed me again. "So we're safe from vampires now?"

"We are. And for the moment, my plate is empty. Dragons are no longer an issue. Vampires are no longer an issue. I handed the location of the Dark Brotherhood in, so assassins will no longer be an issue. To be honest, I don't really know what I'm going to do now. I can't live in Whiterun, the house is too small for all of us, though I guess I could do Companion work if we found somewhere close by to live."

"You're thinking, Ragnar?"

"Are you sure you don't mind leaving here to come with me?"

"I'd leave tomorrow if you wanted. I can practice magic wherever we live."

"Let me give it some thought."

But that was for later. What I wanted to do most of all was slowly undress Mirabelle Ervine then enjoy her body. First thing we did, though, was ensure I was clean, so she boiled some water, ordered me to strip off, then enjoyed washing me down. Though I tried to maintain an air of cleanliness, usually just taking a dip in any pool of water I could find, this was a thorough clean, mixed with a little massaging, to be honest, feeling her fingers dig into tired muscles.

Once I was clean to her satisfaction, she stayed on her knees, looked up into my eyes, and slowly started to suck my cock. I couldn't help grin down at her as she really took her time, her eyes open wide, bright and full of love for me, as I'm sure mine were for her. "Are you going to finish me?" She didn't stop, simply nodding. "You want it in your mouth?" She nodded again. "Okay."

The only thing I did was run my fingers through her hair, earning a smile, otherwise I let her control the tempo. She was eager to blow me, but definitely eager for me to finish as well. And despite the sex I'd enjoyed with Serana and Valerica, there is still something about a woman willingly dropping to her knees to suck your cock that is... awe-inspiring.

I groaned a couple of times, warned her once, but all that made her do was bob her head up and down faster, her eyes still looking up at me. When the first blast erupted into her mouth, she even giggled, before I groaned again as I felt myself empty completely. She kept on sucking me, hearing her swallow, before my cock finally popped free, grabbing the base as she licked up and down my shaft for another couple of minutes. "I love you," she whispered.

"Oh, I definitely love you even more now for that," I retorted with a chuckle.

Helping her to her feet, I kissed her as I ever so slowly started to undress her. I loved just touching her soft skin with my hands, knowing how rough they must feel compared to her delicate hands on mine. Once she was down to her underwear, she took my hand and led me to our bed, where I undid her bra first, spending time focusing on her breasts. I loved her breasts, perfect for her body, pale skin with pink nipples, which were always nice and hard whenever we made love. And she made delightful little noises whenever I gave them attention.

Her stomach was soft as I kissed down it, kissing over her panties, which made her giggle, inhaling her scent, feeling my cock harden even more, if possible. "By Ysmir, just your scent drives me insane, Belle," I whispered. I looked up to see her blink rapidly. "What?" I asked softly.

"Just really missed you, that's all. Keep going," she whispered back.

I slowly lowered her panties before gently pushing apart her legs, delighted to see her pussy glisten in the candlelight, watching her chest rise and fall in her excitement, meeting her eyes as they sparkled, the colour in her cheeks as she was definitely turned on by now.

I couldn't help grin as I asked, "How many?"

"Just keep going until I pass out, Ragnar."

I leaned forward and kissed her. "I'll keep going until my jaw is in agony. How about that?"

"I love the sound of that. Then we'll make love?"

"The rest of the night. Just me and you. Tomorrow night as well."

"And the others?"

"Will have their chance, we both know that. But I've just returned, and you are... you, Belle. My Breton goddess."

I kissed down her body before I finally reached her sex, warm and very wet. That first taste of her made me groan as well. I'd happily go down on this woman every day for the rest of my life and expect nothing in return. I was so turned on by her, I'm surprised I didn't cum just from eating her out. It's sometimes hard to describe what I'm doing as I'm just doing what comes naturally and what works. All I know is that pretty much anything I did worked, making her moan, giggle and squirm, begging me to keep going and always wanting more. I made her orgasm with only my tongue first before sliding in some fingers and looking for that sweet spot. I knew her body so well by now, I knew exactly where it was and what to do.

And I did as she asked. I made her cum over and over again, fingers finding the spot, my tongue teasing her clit, my face and beard coated in her juices, my cock so hard, I thought I would pass out from blood loss, and still she wanted more of me. She shouted my name more than once, exclaimed to the Divines how much she loved me, how much she loved what I was doing, and how much she wanted to ride me later, which gave me something to look forward to.

By the time she murmured that she simply couldn't take anymore, my jaw ached, my arm was feeling a little stiff as my fingers had been inside her for a long time, my back was sore from being at a slightly funny angle, and I'm sure I'd smell her scent on me for a few days as I'd spent so long between her legs. Kissing up her body, making her quiver as she was ever so sensitive still, I rested on a forearm as I watched her slowly recover, her eyes eventually meeting mine.

She needed more than a few minutes to settle down, feeling her heart beat race along. But she eventually reached down, gently grasped my cock, and guided it inside her, breathing deeply as I buried it slowly. Once completely joined, she ran a hand down my cheek, smiling away. "It's home again," she whispered.

I lasted two minutes at most. No surprise, considering I was ready to blow while eating her out. She didn't mind, realising how turned on I was, and considering what I'd just done, I don't think she was going to complain anyway. But even though I did cum, I kept on going, feeling her legs wrap around me, fingers digging into my back as I slowly but surely established a rhythm we could both enjoy thoroughly.

"Definitely missed this," I muttered.

"My tight, wet pussy, Ragnar?"

I met her eyes and smiled. "Your tight, wet, Breton pussy, Belle. And your tight little body I just love to show attention to."

"Like my breasts?"

"Perfect."

"And my arse?"

"Best reason to watch you walk away."

"My legs?"

"Love them when they're wrapped around my body, though always love your thighs by my head when eating you out."

"My fingers?"

"Love them digging in my back when I know you're enjoying our lovemaking."

"My feet?" she wondered.

"Delicate little things, just like the rest of you."

"So all of me?"

"As I say, goddess."

Rolling onto my back, taking her with me, she actually couldn't ride me for that long. She came after a little while and simply had to stop, laughing to herself that she probably shouldn't have had me eat her out for so long. But she didn't ask me to withdraw, lying down on my chest as I ran my fingers up and down her soft back. "I've missed this," she whispered.

"I know. Sorry I was gone so long, but getting here and back from wherever I was..."

"You're back now, and from the sounds of it, for a while at least."

"We'll figure it out, Belle. We've made it work so far, we'll keep making it work."

We mixed conversation with lovemaking for the rest of the evening. Sometimes we'd just make love until we were tired and wanted to talk some more. Sometimes we'd fuck, hard and fast, both of us desperate to cum. It was definitely late by the time we both agreed that we'd had enough. My cock was starting to feel the strain, while she admitted to being a little sore between her legs. We washed up quickly before snuggling under the furs, Mirabelle moulding her body against mine, holding her hands in mine as they rested against her chest.

"Ragnar, can I ask about something?"

"You can ask me anything, Belle. You know that."

"I've stopped taking my potions. I told you a while ago. So there's a chance during any lovemaking going forward that I will eventually be with child."

"Good."

She was silent for a few seconds. "Okay," she whispered.

"Were you worried?"

"A little bit, wondering if you changed your mind."

I leaned down to her ear. "You will make a fabulous mother."

"So will Lydia. You should be with her tomorrow. She's stopped taking them too."

"You sure?"

She nodded. "I get you tomorrow night. The day is yours to do what you want. Just don't wear yourself out. And try not to fuck her arse too much. Babies are not made that way."

I couldn't help burst into laughter, which made her laugh too, flipping over so I could look at her, a last kiss before she snuggled closer. I think we fell asleep the same time, both of us exhausted after hours of intimacy.

I was amused the next morning when we sat ate breakfast at the table, surrounded by five women, knowing I'd been intimate with all of them more than once. Aela, Lydia and Mirabelle seemed to get on ever so well now, while Serana and Valerica were already mending their somewhat fractured relationship. I eventually just sat back and sighed, earning a couple of curious glances, but they realised I was simply content with life. Nothing in the back of my mind about dragons or vampires. Nothing I knew of that would pull me away from those I loved the most. Sure, I still wanted to feel that sense of adventure, and would likely continue working for the Companions in the future, but for now, I was going to reward myself with some peace and quiet.

Mirabelle had classes during the day, Serana and Valerica leaving with her. That left me with Lydia and Aela, the latter kissing Lydia then myself on the cheek before suggesting she was going to head out. Once we were alone, Lydia and I looked at each then just burst into laughter. "Do you think they're suggesting something, Ragnar?"

"Mirabelle did mention I should spend today with you, but that doesn't just have to mean sex."

"Want to head upstairs?"

"Now that is a fine idea."

Taking her hand, we climbed the stairs and eventually arrived at the perfect viewpoint, looking north over the iced over sea. We must have stood there together for quite a while in silence, completely comfortable, eventually wrapping an arm around her and pulling her closer. "What are we going to do now, Ragnar? I ask because I know you're someone who can't just sit around. You're going to get restless and want to adventure somewhere."

"Not sure, to be honest. What's the word in Whiterun about the civil war?"

"Whiterun remains safe but there are rumours of clashes between Imperial and Stormcloak forces. Skyrim is now safe so I guess they think the cease fire no longer applies."

"And I just know both sides are going to try and drag me into their conflict."

"Would you support either side?"

"Honestly, I don't know. The worship of Talos hasn't really bothered me one way or the other until my first run-in with the Thalmor. Fuck those people. So now I make a point of saying the Nine Divines again. Yourself?"

"Well, I'm no Stormcloak supporter but I understand why they fight. But if we turn against the Empire, we're as isolated as Hammerfell. I guess if we became independent, we could work with them against the Thalmor, but I'd rather be with the Empire and bring Hammerfell back into the fold. We're stronger together with four nations instead of three, or worse only two, particularly against the Dominion."

"Had no idea you were such a strategist, Lydia."

"It's why I don't support the Stormcloaks. If the Empire collapses completely, it will assure Dominion control of Tamriel in the end. We'd just end up trading one ruler, who at least treats us decently, for another ruler, who will no doubt subjugate us to their rule. No matter what, if the Thalmor ever got ideas about actually invading us, I'd fight until I no longer draw breath."

"So if push came to shove, and I did find myself asked or forced to involve myself, I should support the Empire."

"I think it would be the best option, Ragnar. Having the Dragonborn within their ranks... I'm sure the Emperor would get ideas about restoring certain borders."

"Well, as long as I'm not too old. I do want to retire eventually."

"Become a farmer or something?"

That idea made me chuckle. "I wouldn't even know where to begin."

The weather turned as we stood there, the wind kicking up and snow started to fall, so that was a good excuse to head back inside. Heading back to our quarters, we gave into temptation and stripped off rather quickly, Lydia practically dragging me onto the bed with her, mouths clamped together as her hand gently stroked my quickly thickening cock. Breaking the kiss, she whispered, "Fuck me."

I raised eyebrows. "No foreplay?"

"I just want your cock inside me, Ragnar. I've resisted for a couple of hours."

So I slid my cock inside her. Once we were both comfortable, we fucked. It was... great. Fast. Hard. Sweaty. Erotic. Her language was still vulgar at times. We changed into a number of different positions. I came inside her a couple of times, and she came a lot more. We only stopped because we simply needed to stop, Lydia mentioning she was starting to feel a little tender, her pussy having taken quite the pounding. As we lay back, Lydia on her side, arm thrown across my chest as I hugged her close, she whispered, "First time we've done that properly in a while. Just me and you. No focus on anything except where your cock should be."