Dragonborn Rising Ch. 54

"It's just... you really... like my taste so much?"

I proved it by lifting her dress, basically ripping of her panties, and eating her out to another orgasm. She didn't bother trying to hide her cries that time.

Finding myself dragged to the bedroom afterwards, she tore off my clothes and lowered herself onto her knees. And that's when I found myself blown by the Jarl of Solitude. She was a little unsure to start with. She was good, very good, but she was obviously worried about her technique and skill. I eventually got down on my knees and caressed her cheek. "Eli, you're willing to do it for me. That's enough to get me very excited, trust me."

"I want to make you cum with my mouth, Ragnar," she said, again looking a little shy at saying something so erotic.

"Trust me, it's going to happen, Eli."

Whatever she lacked in skill, she made up with in enthusiasm, that's what mattered. She wanted to do it. She was happy to do it. I warned her when I was close. She didn't want to swallow it, not that first time. And it was something I never expected. The surprise? She wanted it on her face. So she got what she wanted a couple of minutes later, and the giggles she made after I'd left a few thick white -ropes had me chuckling as well.

After we cleaned her up, any clothing remaining was discarded and we tumbled into bed again, making love the rest of the night. It wasn't always as gentle and tender as the previous night. Well, Elisif made her feelings clear when she grabbed the back of my head, kissed me hard, then practically growled, "I want the Dragonborn to fuck me." I must have looked at her wide-eyed, as she blushed a little bit, before adding, "I loved last night, Ragnar. But I really want it hard and fast. Know what I mean?"

I leaned down and gently kissed her. "Oh, I know exactly what you mean." I moved my arms so I was holding her legs back and wide, completely leaving her exposed. The smile on her face suggested it was exactly what she wanted. Running her hands up my arms, she eventually just left them on my shoulders as I shuffled slightly. "Ready?"

"Make me cum harder than ever, Ragnar."

"I'll do my best."

By the time I was done doing my best, we were both sweaty, deep breathing messes. I hadn't hurt her though I was fairly sure she'd be feeling a little tender the next morning. She'd learned that she could cum on her back, at least. I'd cum more than once but managed to stay hard and just keep on fucking her. But we agreed that we simply had to stop as we were exhausted.

Pulling out and lying back, we started to chuckle as she turned onto her side, throwing an arm over my chest. "By Talos, I haven't been fucked like that in far too long..."

"By Talos?" I asked, giving her a glance.

"I'm a Nord, Ragnar. In private, I'll say what I want." She kissed my cheek. "I needed that, Ragnar. Thank you."

"No need to thank me. I'm here willingly and I definitely enjoyed fucking the Jarl of Solitude."

I felt her breath in my ear. "I want to ride you on the throne," she whispered.

"Now?"

"Part of me wants to say yes... But there are guards. I'll ask the throne room to be empty tomorrow night when we return from dinner with the Emperor."

"I had no idea you were so naughty, Eli."

"I can be, but obviously there are expectations in regards to my behaviour. I've learned that to my cost since being thrust into the role. All I want is a modicum of happiness. I don't think that's too much to ask."

I paused, trying to find the right words. "Eli, I'm not sure... My life how it is... It could end up being just too complicated. You'll receive too many questions and they'll try and tear my life apart. Are you sure you want to pursue this?"

"At the moment, I can only say hand on heart, one hundred percent yes. I haven't connected with anyone like this since Torygg, Ragnar. And I didn't sleep with him anywhere near as quickly."

"There's no shame in wanting to enjoy sex with someone quickly, Eli. I know within a few minutes whether I'm interested in a woman that way or not. If I am, and it happens quickly, and better yet it's good, then I can feel content in my decision. Sex is something to be enjoyed."

She snuggled into my side. "Good. That's sorted then. We'll base it on sex to start with and go from there. Maybe I'll just keep you locked in a room all day then drag you to my bed at night."

"You know, I don't half mind that idea."

She yawned, both of us turning so she was spooned against me. "Well, I'd better not dream about it, otherwise I'll wake up during the night and require your attention again, Ragnar," she said sleepily.

"I'm sure I'll rise to the occasion, my Jarl."

That made her laugh before we both eventually drifted off.

The next morning was all about preparations for the dinner that evening. Elisif and I would not be the only guests. Each Jarl that still owed allegiance to the Empire had been invited, while various dignitaries from each Hold was also invited. General Tullius would also be in attendance, and he was an early visitor to the palace, realising within a couple of minutes that he hadn't exactly forgotten that I'd tried to kill the Emperor a couple of years back. Was it a couple of years now? Otherwise, the only request he made was to wear something befitting my position as the Dragonborn. I didn't know exactly what he meant, so I figured he just meant clean clothing appropriate for meeting the Emperor himself.

Elisif eventually took time out during the afternoon, summoning a seamstress and fixing up the clothing I'd bought to make me slightly more... regal, I guess the word would be. But she was pleased with the result, at least, then when it was time, I was escorted into her bedroom where I watched her get dressed. The underwear she put on suggested she had ideas for after dinner that night.

History was repeating itself when I departed that evening with Elisif, a guard to either side as we made our way from the Blue Palace to Castle Dour. All the guests were waiting in the small courtyard, the same place where guests had gathered for the wedding of Vittoria Vici. To be honest, it was all just a little too weird. Sure, what I'd done happened a number of years ago, but I still had a bad feeling this was all a trap. I knew Elisif had been there that day and she would know what I'd done.

She must have recognised my discomfort. Though we'd arrived together, no-one would have had a clue what we'd been doing the past couple of nights. She leaned in close to me. "All is forgiven, Dragonborn," she whispered, "Trust me on this."

"I do. It's just... awkward. I know what I did, Eli. So do a lot of people." I met her eyes. "So do you. I don't really understand. I should be in chains in a dungeon."

"You've proven since Helgen how good a man you are. Your work to stop the dragons. Your work with the Companions. Your work at the College. Your work with the Dawnguard."

"You're rather well-informed, Eli..."

"As I said, I have taken an interest in who you are. We all have a past, skeletons we would prefer to remain hidden."

"You see; this is why I sometimes think I don't deserve any of you. All of my crimes are public. I've done some horrible things in my life, Eli."

"And you've returned to save the world more than once, Ragnar." She grabbed my hand, giving it a squeeze. "Trust me on this," she insisted, "You are not the only one with a past. And you've done more than enough to pay back any crimes you may have committed."

I didn't exactly calm down but I appreciated her words, against proving her good heart. She didn't let go of my hand either, instead shuffling so she stood even closer to me. I had a feeling she didn't really care about gossip so I thought I'd make her smile. "You are beautiful this evening," I whispered, leaning down close to her ear.

"You're just saying that because you know what's underneath," she whispered back, "I take it you approve?"

"I aim to see you wearing just that later this evening."

A steward appeared through the doorway nearby, announcing that the Emperor would soon be making his appearance. The guests all formed into a line, buttoning up coats and jacked, smoothing down shirts and dresses, before he appeared through the double doors. I was next to Elisif about halfway down the line, Tullius moving down the line first. When he arrived at my position, he met my eye and shook my hand. "Dragonborn," he stated.

"General," I replied.

"Nice of you to come. The Emperor is looking forward to a conversation."

"I'm sure he is."

"We found the Brotherhood Headquarters. Only three were there. We arrested two of them and took the child in. We're... not exactly sure what to do with her."

"I have a suggestion we can discuss later."

"Very well. Enjoy dinner tonight."

The Emperor then appeared in front of me. He remained silent for a few seconds before offering his hand, which I accepted immediately. "Good of you to join us tonight, Dragonborn."

"My pleasure, Your Majesty."

"I understand you have been quite busy of late. Dragons. Vampires. College business. Quite a change compared to your... previous employment."

"Being on the verge of losing your head leads to a readjustment in priorities and how one views life."

"I would like to hear some stories of your adventures, at least in regards to your recent past, Dragonborn."

"I'd be delighted, Your Majesty."

He shared some polite words with Elisif before disappearing down the line, and once everyone had been introduced and shared words with everyone, we were invited to join him in the main dining hall. It wasn't any real surprise I was seated close to the Emperor, Tullius diagonally opposite to me at the Emperor's elbow, while Elisif was placed opposite Tullius but next to me.

Dinner was exquisite, as one would expect. I noticed he didn't order his favourite dish as prepared by the Gourmet, considering he was now dead. I'm sure the Emperor was still pissed at me about that, but the food served was delicious nonetheless. We enjoyed around five courses in total, and plenty of good wine and ale to wash it all down. Everyone made small talk, receiving one or two questions from other guests, particularly once they learned I was the Dragonborn.

Once we reached dessert, that's when the Emperor started to ask me a few questions, primarily in regards to my actions against Alduin and the dragons that had caused havoc. He was impressed to hear about my trip to Sovngarde and the final battle against Alduin. He, like many others, expressed a little jealousy at the fact I'd managed to fly on the back of a dragon, Skyrim and even most of Tamriel spreading out below me.

Dessert complete, I was asked if I would join him in the adjoining room alone for a drink. That surprised me, sharing a glance with Tullius, who returned a single nod. I glanced at Elisif, who simply grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze, before I stood and followed the Emperor into a small room, a couple of windows open to provide air, a couple of chairs and a fireplace. Taking a seat, he poured me a glass of brandy, doing the same for himself, as we settled back.

"Sure this has you thinking, Dragonborn. Suffice to say, when I learned who the Dragonborn was, like Tullius said, I did wonder if it wasn't some joke of the Divines. But he's told me of all your good deeds. I understand the vampire problem has been solved?"

"Yes, sire. Those allies to Lord Harkon are now dead. There are perhaps a few small pockets round but I'm sure those remaining with the Dawnguard can handle them."

"And you are now Harbinger of the Companions?"

"I am, sire, though it's only a title. Others carry out the day to day functions of the organisation."

"And your work at the College?"

"Well, I think I saved the world again, but I turned down the offer of being made Arch-Mage. I know and can use magic but there are better mages who can do that job."

He took a sip of his drink. "And now it seems Lady Elisif is interested in you. Very interested."

"Ah..."

"Of course, only the General and I, plus Rikke, know who you actually are."

"I told Eli the truth."

"Eli?" He grinned. "Well, I guess the interest is reciprocated."

"It is, sire, but... It's not that easy. And she is concerned about approval, obviously. She knows her position depends on outside factors beyond her control."

He sipped at his drink again. "But you like her?"

"I don't want to go into our personal lives just yet, sire."

"Understandable, but given her position... I'm sure you know this would cause rumour and innuendo. What helps you is that most would not be aware of your previous life. If I may ask, you're a Nord but were you born here?"

"No, sire. I lived in Cyrodiil for the first nineteen, twenty years of my life. I'm an orphan, born in the Imperial City. I came to Skyrim due to... personal reasons." I met his eyes and figured I might as well just tell him. "I was chased out of Cyrodiil by a few jealous husbands. I didn't know they were married!"

That made him laugh, at least. "What were you doing in Cyrodiil?"

"I was a thief as a kid. Living on the streets, I did what I needed to survive. But after a job went bad, I joined the Fighter's Guild. I was with them until I left. After arriving here, I did... various things, some of which you know about. Once I survived Helgen, I realised I'd been given a second chance so I wasn't going to waste it. I'm a Nord and ideals such as honour do mean something. And like most Nords, I wish to see Sovngarde when I die."

"What are your intentions now?" I paused on that question, sipping my own drink. "The reason I ask, Dragonborn..."

"My name is Ragnar, sire."

He nodded. "The reason I ask, Ragnar, is that Skyrim is still split by civil war. The cease fire you managed to have signed is barely holding. As Emperor, I cannot allow one of our provinces to remain beset by internal strife. The Empire has other matters to deal with."

"I'm not sure what I can do, sire."

"Would you be willing to involve yourself?"

I sipped my drink again, and he poured some more into both our glasses. "To be honest, I'm not sure, sire. I've been fighting nearly my entire life now. After defeating Lord Harkon and his vampires, I'll admit to looking forward to some peace and quiet."

"No-one can force you into the fight, Ragnar. You've done more than enough to help the people of Skyrim. I won't lie and admit I'm not the only one who would appreciate your assistance in the matter." He sipped his drink, no doubt contemplating his thoughts. "There is also the matter of Elisif. A young, inexperienced and rather naïve woman in charge of the most important city of Skyrim. I understand the Jarl's of Skyrim have their own ways of electing a High King. Tradition would suggest Elisif would be elected in a moot as High Queen, but the civil war means a moot cannot be called." He paused again then met my eyes. "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"You are a hero to the people of Skyrim. I don't think even Jarl Ulfric could argue with you becoming the new High King of Skyrim."

I couldn't help chuckle. "I couldn't possibly... Not with my past. And what about Elisif?"

"She will do what she is told by her superiors. Of course, if you wish her to remain in her position, you could always marry her."

I almost spat my drink out. "You're kidding, sire?"

"I'm merely thinking aloud, Ragnar. And I know the civil war isn't just about Elisif. I'm more than aware of all the problems that have caused the rise of the Stormcloaks. It's... politics. It's ugly, brutal business most of the time. But at the moment, we must refrain from provoking the Thalmor. We are simply not strong enough. But if Skyrim leaves the Empire, we are all weaker in the face of Thalmor aggression. That is why I wonder if you could be the symbol that would bring the Stormcloaks to the peace table."

"You've given this some thought, sire."

"Actually, it was General Tullius who mentioned it. I'm sure you might find that surprising, but he's an astute man and sees the tactical advantage of using your reputation and personal standing to perhaps solve yet another crisis that besets this land." He sighed. "Don't make a decision now. That's certainly not what any of us are expecting. But I thought I should tell you what we are thinking. We don't expect anything of the Dragonborn now. We understand he would like to live a life of peace having dealt with all the challenges he'd faced up to now. But I believe you could prove to a popular choice as ruler of Solitude and High King of Skyrim."

"If I may be so bold, what about the Thalmor, sire?"

"I'm not the only one who wants a reckoning, Ragnar. But I must be smart. And I will be honest. The Empire has never been as weak as it has. High Rock, Skyrim and Cyrodiil. That is all that remains. Hammerfell... I'm not sure they had more now. The likes of Morrowind and Black Marsh are possible allies, but to be honest, I find it unlikely. They have their own problems. And the Dominion are powerful. Does anyone really want another war like the last one?"

"The crown must weigh heavy, sire."

"Just like your soul within and the blood within your veins, Dragonborn. It is our destiny."

Thankfully, the conversation moved on, the Emperor just asking for one or two stories of my adventures. He learned that, even when saving the world more than once, a lot of the stories did not have a particularly happy ending, so I chose to tell a detailed story of my trip to Skuldafn, Sovngarde and my agreement with the remaining dragons. He did show concern if they would attack again, but I assured him we had a live and let live agreement. As long as we left them in peace, they would leave us in peace.

We must have conversed for a couple of hours before we departed, only Elisif and a couple of other guests remaining. The Emperor spent a few minutes chatting with her before he bade us goodnight, Elisif and I returning to the Blue Palace. We enjoyed a nightcap by the fire before heading to the bedroom, where she undid her dress rather quickly to reveal the underwear she seemed to have put on especially for that evening. Dark blue bar. Dark blue panties. Dark blue stockings.

She then took enjoyment in undressing myself, and when she noticed how hard I already was, she couldn't help giggle when gently grasping my cock. "Do I excite you, Ragnar?" she breathed before giving me a soft kiss.

"Like you wouldn't believe."

I kept on her underwear as I laid her down on the bed, only moving the cloth covering her pussy as I wasted no time eating her out, no surprise she was already excited as much as I was. Once I made her cum, we made love, Elisif removing her bra specifically so I could show attention to her breasts. She rode me hard and fast through more than one orgasm before I finally came, relaxing back onto the bed as she rested on my chest, running my fingers up and down her spine.

"How long can you stay?" she asked softly.

"I can stay a few more days, Eli. I miss my girls but I'm loving your company at the moment."

After a quick clean up, and returning to bed completely naked, she snuggled into my body as I hugged her tightly to me. "I want to ask what you discussed with the Emperor but... I think I know..."

"I didn't agree to anything, Eli. Trust me on that."

"I do." She sighed. "I love what I do, Ragnar. I don't take advantage of my position, or I don't think I do. I know it's a great responsibility that I've been left with. I'm doing the best I can."

I gave her a gentle squeeze. "Eli, I know you are," I whispered into her ear, "I think you're wonderful."

She remained silent before I heard a sniffle. "No wonder they all love you in return," she whispered.

I turned her over so she could look into my eyes, giving her a soft kiss, running a hand up and down her back again. "I love them just as much in return, Eli. And I find myself really liking you as well. But... It's easier with them. They're not a Jarl. And they are happy with their lives. Can you..."