Dragonborn Rising Ch. 54

Chapter 55 -- The Widow

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With a full day in Solitude to occupy my time with, the first thing I did was shop for some new clothing. I eventually ended up in Radiant Raiment. The woman behind the counter was rather stuck-up, but once I put down the bag of coin I was willing to spend, her attitude changed quickly and she was ever so helpful. I walked out with a new coat, shirt, trousers and even some rather expensive leather boots. I put all those in my room back at the inn before going for a wander around Solitude.

I ended up in the Bards College, for the only reason that I heard someone singing from inside. The man in charge asked if I was interested in applying, which made me laugh, as I can't sing and certainly can't play an instrument. However, when he learned who I was, he was almost insistent I join as he believe I might be able to help him with a problem. "Look, although I'd like to help, I am currently in the employment of the palace," I said. A little white lie, but I knew Elisif was probably going to ask another favour in the end.

"Ah, I understand, Dragonborn. But if you could consider helping us at a later date, it would be appreciated."

"I'll do what I can, but right now, I will probably be busy with other work."

I still had a couple of hours to fill before I was required to attend the palace once again so I spent it lying back in my room at the inn. There was a bookshelf that I took a good look at, eventually selecting one to read, nursing a tankard of ale at the same time. When I noticed the light starting to fade outside, I had another quick wash before slipping into my new clothes, definitely liking the feel of the new boots I'd purchased.

Heading up to the palace once the sun started to set, I was greeted by Firebeard, her head steward, who simply instructed me to head to her private chambers, where she would meet me. Walking into the dining room, she was already sitting, waiting for me. The smile that lit up her face at my appearance even caught me by surprise, walking towards me, stopping barely a couple of paces away. I stepped forward and kissed her cheek again. "Nice to see you again so soon," I said quietly.

"Thank you for coming, Ragnar." She glanced back at the table. "I was thinking a simple dinner tonight. You're not interested in formalities, are you?"

"Not at all. The pleasant company is enough."

She met my eyes and smiled rather shyly before gesturing to the table. I made sure she was sat first before taking my own seat, stewards walking with a few plates, a couple of bottles of wines, before they headed out, shutting the doors, giving us complete privacy.

We made small-talk as we ate but I had a feeling we were not particularly interested in food as we eventually made our way over to the lounge, opening a bottle of brandy, and this time she made the move to immediately shuffled over, resting against me. I transferred my cup to my left hand and wrapped my arm around her. "This is already too comfortable," she said quietly.

I figured there was no point beating around the bush. "You were talking about me last night, weren't you?"

"I still remember the first time we met, you walking into the room. The last time I felt anything like that was with my husband. You just had this presence, Ragnar. And I was left thinking... I don't know... you might have liked something about me."

"I think you're incredibly sweet to start off with, and you've dealt with everything thrown at you with courage. And when you told me last night about how lonely you felt, my heart went out to you."

"I can't talk about anything like that to people in the palace. Any sign of weakness would be leapt upon. It's difficult to trust anyone."

"Yet you trust me?"

"You're not part of the palace, Ragnar. You're a stranger to the intrigues that take place. But I know you're a good man."

"I try to be nowadays though I'm sure some still look down in regards to certain aspects of my life."

"That's the only difficulty I have when it comes to you, Ragnar. But you were honest with me straight away, which I did appreciate. So many would have lied or outright denied it."

"Who knows I'm here tonight?"

"Only Firebeard should be aware. He's one of the few I trust within these walls. The guards may have noticed your arrival but they're wise enough not to say anything."

"One would almost think I've been snuck in here."

I looked at her as she looked back at me. "It's been... too long since I was with a man, Ragnar," she whispered, "Just your arm around me now is sending all these good feelings through my body."

Placing the cup down on the table next to the lounge, I turned towards her and she responded immediately to my kiss. Straight away, I knew she was a good kisser. And I knew she was as interested in me as I was with her. She broke the kiss only for a moment to place her own cup down before she leaned back towards me, her mouth hungry for mine. It barely took a couple of minutes before I had her laying back on the lounge, and I had a feeling she was eager for other things to happen.

"Ragnar, would you like to stay the night with me? I know it's quick..."

"I'd be delighted, Eli. Trust me, the attraction is returned."

"Should we move to my bedroom then?"

"I'll carry you."

Lifting her up was easy, hearing her laugh out loud, and that was just an arrow to the heart. Such a natural sound, and I wondered how often she did laugh. Carrying her was easy, managing to open the door then kicking it shut behind me before I placed her down, sitting on the bed. We resumed kissing as her hands were fast to taking off my clothes. First my coat and shirts, her hands immediately running over my upper body. She definitely liked my arms, her fingers tracing faint scars across my chest and back.

"Warrior," she breathed.

"I've spent most of my life fighting, one way or another."

Standing her up, we resumed kissing as I definitely enjoyed undressing her. Hadn't had the chance to undress someone in such a lofty position as a Jarl before. I drank in her pale, smooth skin, perfect in nearly every way. Once I had her down to her underwear, she started to blush again, but I think it might have been the way I was looking at her. Then her hands eagerly undid and lowered my trousers, and she ran a hand over the tent in my underwear. "Oh my..." she breathed, "May I, Ragnar?"

"Of course."

She lowered my underwear and made another sound of appreciation, standing up and gently grasping it as I leaned down to kiss her, growling into her mouth when she gave it a gentle squeeze. "It's been... it's been so long since I've done anything with a man, Ragnar. Years..."

"Time we rectify that, Eli. Want to know what I'm going to do next?" She nodded eagerly. "I'm going to take off your bra and panties first because I want to see you naked. Then I'm going to lie you back on the bed and just caress your entire body. Then I'm going to use my mouth on certain parts I know will love... then I'm going to spend time between your legs."

"With your mouth?" she breathed.

I leaned down close to hear ear. "I aim to make the Jarl of Solitude cry out my name as I make her cum," I whispered.

"Then we'll make love?" she whispered with desire.

I leaned back and met her eyes. "You want to make love?"

"With the Dragonborn? More than anything... But with Ragnar, the man in front of me? Even more than that."

"Made an impression?"

"I know you're a good man, Ragnar. You've hidden nothing from me. Been completely honest. What I know is that you are honourable and have a lot of love to give."

I kissed her again, feeling her body mould into mind as I undid her bra, throwing that on the ground as we both helped take off her panties. She giggled as my cock pressed into her before we ended up on the bed together.

And I did exactly what I told her. Her body was spectacular, soft and smooth. She definitely wasn't a warrior, living a rather easy life in the palace, but she was still fit. Her breasts were marvellous and she definitely loved the attention I gave those, her hand running through my hair as each nipple received plenty of attention as I used my hand to slowly start to fondle her, appreciating how wet she already was.

Moving down her body, trailing gentle kisses over her stomach, I appreciated the short, blonde hair above her sex as I pressed my nose to her groin and inhaled. "Gods, that's wonderful, Eli," I whispered. She couldn't help giggle. "I can't wait to taste you..."

"Please," she breathed.

I teased her to start off with, just flicking her pussy, enough to get a good taste regardless. Gods, either every woman I was with just tasted sensational or... I don't know. But I knew straight away, just like Mirabelle, Serana, Lydia and Aela, I could happily eat her out every day the rest of my life. It was too much for her, of course. So long since she'd received this sort of attention, she was soon writhing on the bed, and her orgasm arrived rather quickly. It must have been a big one as she immediately asked me to stop, sucking in a series of deep breaths.

Kissing up her body, I rested on a forearm as I met her eyes. "I'm doing that again," I said. She couldn't help chuckle. "Seriously, Eli, I want to make you cum like that again."

"No wonder you have four..."

"I do it for them too."

She leaned up and gave me a gentle kiss. "Give me a couple of minutes. I haven't had an orgasm that strong since... well, I might have given myself one or two, but it's much better when someone else does it for me."

"The idea that you masturbate is a pleasant thought, Eli. A Jarl wouldn't normally admit such things."

She gave me another gentle kiss. "After meeting you, Ragnar, you were often in my thoughts." She made an obvious glance at my cock. "I didn't think you were that big, to be honest."

"I'll be gentle when we make love."

"But you said something about pleasing me again with your mouth."

"It would an honour, my lady."

She giggled again as I kissed down her body and resumed eating her out. This time, I think she tried her best to hold back her orgasm, which I didn't mind whatsoever, as it was a good excuse to just enjoy her taste even longer. Eventually placing a hand on each thigh, I pushed her legs wider and looked up as she met my eyes. "Don't stop," she breathed, and I could read from her body language that she was getting close.

She came again, crying out even louder if possible. It was even better as, this time, there were a couple of tears as well. That made me stop immediately, kissing up her body quickly, before I rested above her, using my thumb to wipe her cheeks. She looked at me and grinned. "Sorry, just... a lot of emotions flooding my mind and body right now."

"Never apologise for being happy but also thinking and feeling other things."

I rested on my side and she immediately turned and shuffled into me, holding her tight to my body. "I've been so alone," she murmured into my chest, running my fingers up and down her back.

"The fact you feel that way... breaks my heart, Eli. Someone like yourself..."

She looked up and returned a crooked grin. "I took too long to ask you to come see me. We could have done this a long time ago."

"Eli, my life..."

She shushed me. "Not now, Ragnar. We can discuss that later. Tonight, I just wanted this. I wanted you."

"I'm glad you did, because I definitely wanted you tonight in return."

She rolled onto her back, taking her with me, and I slid my cock inside her slowly, watching her face light up as my cock disappeared inside her. Hot, tight and wet, like all the women I had the pleasure of being intimate with. Once I buried myself, she immediately lifted her legs, feeling her lock her ankles behind me. As we made love, our mouths were rarely apart, her fingers digging into my back as I slowly built a rhythm we could both enjoy. She only broke the kiss when realising I probably wasn't going to last long. "Inside me, Ragnar. I have potions..."

"Anywhere else would be a waste, Eli."

That made her giggle before she kissed me again. There was absolutely no reason to pound her senseless, I was going to cum easily as I was completely turned on by her. Lasted perhaps ten minutes before I warned her I was close. That's when she released her legs and show her flexibility, bending her knees then pulled them back, holding them in place, a signal to go a bit faster so I could cum.

I did, of course. No chance of it not happening, burying myself a final few times as I erupted inside her. Then I had to just rest for a couple of minutes, feeling of her hands trail up and down my back, soft kisses on my cheek and neck, her legs wrapping around me again. "Worth the wait," she whispered, "You have a great cock, Ragnar."

I lifted my head and chuckled. "Well, your pussy is on fire, Eli."

That caused us both to laugh before we shared another kiss. The smile on her face was infectious. She looked genuinely happy. It wasn't just what we'd done. I felt a genuine connection with her and I could only hope she felt the same way.

We made love the rest of the night. She wasn't particularly adventurous, not that I expected it during our first night together, but she definitely enjoyed riding me, like most women I shared a bed with. Watching the Jarl of Solitude ride my cock was a sight to behold, and watching her cum riding said cock was simply glorious. Once I'd cum in her again after she'd ridden herself to exhaustion, only then did we finally agree to stop, taking a few minutes to clean up before snuggling together under the blankets, her body moulded back into my chest.

"I can't remember the last time a man held me while we slept," she whispered.

"Well, I can certainly stay a few more nights, Eli. My girls will miss me but they'll understand."

"How are they so open-minded?"

"Honestly, you'd have to ask them, but they've always accepted me and my faults. I... find it difficult, the idea of committing completely, after Muiri. And I love all of them, Eli. I mean I'm in love with all four of them. Choosing one is impossible."

"Could you ever love me?" she asked ever so quietly, I almost missed the question.

I sat up and gently put a finger to her chin. I could just about see her eyes in the darkness. "I like you a hell of a lot already, Eli. We've just made love all night, and I plan on doing it again while I'm here. Get to know me more, I'll get to know you... But can you accept my life?"

"I can only try... I like you, Ragnar. Definitely like you after tonight."

"Then we'll take it day by day. If it's too hard for you..."

Continuing to talk about it probably wasn't the best idea considering how late it was, so I settled back down though she turned around, resting her head under my chin, against my chest, my hands gently caressing her back. Yeah, I really liked her already. She was sweet, beautiful, and her heart was in the right place.

We woke early the next morning, simply because it was expected of her. We snuggled for a few minutes before there was a knock at the door, her steward asking if she was up. "Do they know I'm here?" I whispered.

"They will in a few minutes, Ragnar. You'll be a subject of gossip now. No-one will bother you about it thought. I'll make sure of it."

We dressed together before walking out of her bedroom and into the dining room. There were three stewards, all of them trying to hide their surprise at my appearance. Once we were sat down, plates of food were placed in front of us. We ate in relative silence, though Elisif couldn't wipe the slight grin of her face, and I eventually took hold of her hand, giving it a squeeze. That just made her face light up even more.

Upon finishing eating, she made a surprising request. "Grab your things from the inn and bring them here, Ragnar."

"Seriously?"

"Dinner with the Emperor is tomorrow night, so you can stay here with me until then. After that, we'll figure out what comes next. But I'm the Jarl, and if I want your company, then I'm having it."

I couldn't help grin. "Oh, I like this side of you, Eli. Knows what she wants and takes it."

She leaned forward and kissed me. One hell of a hot, passionate kiss, the sort that may have led to other things before she pulled back an inch from my face, her eyes almost boring into mine. "Damn right, Ragnar. And I want you with me for as long as I can have you."

"I'll go get my things and bring them back. Um... Should I stay out of the way or...?"

"You can look around the palace if you like, but these chambers are yours. Relax and unwind if you want. I'll try and get away when I can."

We wandered out together, earning more curious glances as to my presence. I headed out straight away, grabbed my things from the inn and walked straight back to the palace. Noticing me walk in with my backpack and weapons, Firebeard had obviously been informed as he met me and led me into her private chambers. "It's not my place to say anything, Dragonborn... You are aware this will start rumours and gossip."

"I was warned."

"I'll issue one warning myself. We all care about Jarl Elisif and don't wish to see her hurt again. She lost her husband and spent a long time mourning him. I'm sure you're aware her selecting a potential suitor without the Empire giving their stamp of approval could cause problems."

I turned and nodded. "I understand. I don't want to cause her problems."

"Good." He paused and a slight grin formed. "Haven't seen her smile this much in a long time, Dragonborn. Thank you, and I mean that from the heart."

"She's a good woman and deserves some happiness in their life." I paused before adding, "I'm not sure I'm that man, but I won't hurt her."

I spent most of my time wandering the palace. A locked off section had me wondering what was hidden by the door, but I didn't have a key, and it didn't cause enough curiosity for me to go searching around, asking for a key. I did enjoy a long lunch with Elisif before I spent the afternoon taking advantage of the extensive library, and that's when Sybille made her appearance, taking a seat next to me on the lounge.

"So you've slept with Elisif now," she stated.

"I have."

"I suppose Firebeard has given you a warning?" I nodded. "I guess I don't need to as well. She's young and I think a little naïve, but her husband was a good man and she is trying to carry on some of his good deeds." She paused again. "Elisif is a lucky woman, Ragnar. I remember our night together fondly."

I gave her a look, meeting her eyes hidden under the hood. "I do too, Sybille."

"No matter what happens, Ragnar, just make sure she's safe. I was loyal to her husband most of all, but she deserves some happiness after everything that happened to her."

I found it amusing I'd now received two warnings from people close to her, left thinking she did have people who cared for her. Her day ended earlier than I expected, realising she'd met with petitioners for most of the afternoon. I was busy reading on the lounge when I felt arms around my neck and a kiss on my cheek, a questions about what I was reading. I completely forgot once I'd taken in the scent of her perfume.

Dinner was a simple affair much like the previous evening, ending up the lounge by the fire before we decided to lie on the rug, lying together with a little making out, which turned into my hand disappearing under her dress, moving the band of her panties out of the way, my fingers teasing her as we made out. "I'm feeling up a Jarl," I whispered into her ear.

"I'm being felt up by the Dragonborn," she whispered in return.

My fingers ended up inside her and I eventually made her cum by doing that. She made these adorable little noises when getting excited, and needed to kiss me hard when she finally did orgasm as no doubt people outside might hear. When I took out my fingers and sucked them off her juices, she definitely blushed. "What?"