Dragonborn Rising Ch. 58

Bodies started to pile up, the wounded, the dying and the dead. I noticed some Stormcloaks dragging away their wounded colleagues, to make space for their charge. I heard their own calls, to keep pressing, to find gaps. But I knew they hadn't bargained on this. I had little doubt they believed the gates would have opened and it would have been a free reign of terror. Indiscriminate looting and killing, kill a few guards and soldiers, then they'd take Dragonsreach.

They lasted longer in the face of the shield wall than I thought they would. But when the pressure relented slightly, I gave the order. "Shield wall! Three steps forward!"

As a single unit, we pushed the Stormcloaks back, carefully stepping over the fallen. The pressure diminished again as I heard cries of retreat, hearing other demands that they stay and fight. Those retreating were smart. There was no chance of them breaking us now. The only problem I had was keeping the shield wall solid until the right time. I continuously checked, a sea of humanity pressed against us.

I waited and waited, my shield in position, my sword now running red with blood, until I figured it was time to release the pressure. When I heard a loud call for retreated, that's when I issued a counter order. "Soldiers of Whiterun, press forward! Attack!"

An enormous roar broke out as the shield wall immediately broke apart and charged. Many Stormcloaks died where they had been standing. Many fought where they stood. But many others simply broke and ran. I cut down three or four before I was in almost open ground leading out of the city, checking to see I was being joined by plenty of soldiers and guards, and together we moved forward. Breaking out into the fields surrounding the city, it was carnage. Most of the catapults were now burning or had collapsed entirely. Bodies lay strewn across the ground, some with arrows sticking out of faces and chests, others no doubt the victims of magic attacks.

There was a loud roar from behind as the broken shield wall charged forward. As they ran to cut down the Stormcloaks, I took a look to see what was happening at the wall. More Stormcloak bodies lay piled against it. Mages continued to rain down spells, archers were looking for targets. In the distance, I could see Stormcloaks simply running away. As for any sign of Jarl Ulfric and his companions, there was no sign.

Lydia was beside me as I immediately sheathed my sword. My fight was over for now. As I watched plenty disappear into the distance, the sound of battle did slowly fade away. It was only then that our soldiers started to realise what was happening and there was more than one cry of victory. "Whiterun! Whiterun!" was the call.

I felt a presence alongside me, Jarl Ulfric looking rather pleased with things. He glanced my way before raising his sword. "Balgruuf! Balgruuf!" was the call.

Nodding, I unsheathed my sword and roared, hearing the call of my name the loudest of all.

* * * * *

Whiterun, the Empire, and the Dragonborn had won a great victory. We didn't count how many Stormcloaks died at our walls. Mass graves were dug but they were buried with honour. They may be the enemy in a civil war, but they were all Nords. We would meet them in Sovngarde, where we would drink, eat and sing for eternity.

Word was sent to General Tullius the same day of our victory. I had no idea what he planned for me in regards to any future battles, but now that I had shown where my allegiance lay, I had a feeling I would now be involved until the bitter end. I'll admit, part of me didn't actually want to kill Jarl Ulfric. I believed killing or executing him would make him a martyr, and the fight would carry on in his name. There had to be a way of getting him to the negotiating table, to stand down and see reason. Maybe it wasn't possible, and while I would fight him if necessary, I would hope sense would prevail.

There were no major celebrations in Whiterun. We'd lost many of our own people despite the success. Funerals took place daily over a couple of weeks, each body treated like the Hero of Whiterun they were. Families of the fallen were given rewards for their assistance. As for Whiterun itself, the catapults had brought misery and destruction. Numerous houses had been destroyed and would require rebuilding. A small tent city was formed, though Balgruuf promised the immediate start of building work, and no-one would be out of a home any longer than necessary.

As for myself, already quite popular in Whiterun, I think I was now definitely the most popular and respected men in the city. Even Balgruuf treated me with a deference unexpected from someone of his position. We had been friendly before but there was now a mutual trust and respect that would likely hold for the rest of our lives. "With your victory here, Ragnar, you've assured my support to become High King, and I know many others will see this victory and believe you would be the right man to take the reins, as it were."

"Well, I'm not sure about that. I'm just glad we won. And I'm glad I could do it without needing to use my gift. The covenant agreed with the Greybeards remains intact for now."

"What of Jarl Ulfric?"

"I'm sure Tullius has plans for him. And me, to be honest. But I need to return to Solitude. My home is there, my lord. Whiterun is now safe. Ulfric simply doesn't have the power to launch another assault. He's licking his wounds in Windhelm, wondering what to do next."

"All I ask is that you don' be a stranger, Ragnar."

"Never, my lord."

Planning to leave the morning after next, my girls were definitely conspiring about something. Ever since the battle, they had been more affectionate than usual. Lydia couldn't keep her hands off me. I'd saved her home. To her, I was now... well, not to sound smug, but her hero. Aela... just loved me even more, I think. As for Serana, she'd seen me in action properly for the first time. I think she was just rather impressed by it all.

But that last night before leaving, it actually wasn't with those three I spent the night with. We were in the Bannered Mare. Life had returned to Whiterun remarkably quickly despite everything, and whenever I walked into the inn, the reception was friendly and I'd learned quickly that I never had to spend a single. Whenever I offered to pay Saadia, she insisted Hulda would not accept my coin. Nor would she.

Ysolda and I had been friendly flirting for a number of years by now but it had only ever been that. I think there might have been a stolen kiss once or twice, but it had never been physical. That final night, sat back in my usual position, Lydia and Aela were chatting away with her, and the three kept glancing my way. Serana leaned into me. "They're conspiring," she whispered.

"I know."

"You know, Ragnar, she does really like you. What do you think about her?"

"Always thought she was attractive."

"Well, I think her intentions are obvious, and I think Lydia and Aela are organising it."

"What do you think?"

"Ragnar, I think it's obvious I don't get jealous. And those two certainly won't be."

I sipped at my tankard and kept watch. There was plenty of laughing between the trio, and my suspicions were confirmed when the three eventually headed over to our table. Ysolda took the seat nearest me, shuffling across so we sat closer. "Ragnar..."

"Okay."

She was surprised for a moment before smiling. "Seriously? I didn't even ask."

"Can I assume Aela and Lydia have been talking about me?" She nodded. "They obviously know about our... past together... that we're friendly but it never seemed to be the right time?"

"I've always wondered why it hasn't happened before," she admitted

I glanced at Aela and Lydia. "You're seriously okay with this?"

"Ragnar, I'm going to put this simply. You can fuck whoever you want. Trust me, we are not going to be jealous," Lydia replied, "The attraction you have, no matter how much you deny it, is obvious. And trust me on this one too, Ysolda isn't the only one who..."

"I know of a couple more, Lydia. But I seriously...." I shut up immediately and glanced at Ysolda. "You sure?"

She leaned over and kissed me, the sort of kiss that immediately suggested I shut the hell up and just go with it. She was a good kisser, I learned that immediately, dragging her over to sit on my lap. It didn't take long to earn a whimper of pleasure, and that's when I heard Serana suggest the three of them go home. "You're going to spend the night at her house," Serana stated, "We'll see you in the morning."

We gave it a couple of minutes before Ysolda stood up, took me by the hand, and led me out, hearing a couple of shouted comments for us to have fun that night. I was practically dragged towards her small house, turning and kissing her against the door, earning another slight whimper as I pressed against her. "Waited so long for this," she breathed, as I leaned back to see her face in the moonlight.

"Hope it's worth the wait."

"Oh, your girls have already told me what to expect, Ragnar."

She managed to unlock the door to lead us inside, and wasted no time taking me by the hand and leading her to the small bedroom. I'll be honest, I'd waited a long time to see her naked. Normally, I would take my time, but I wanted her naked, and she giggled as I practically stripped off her clothes before immediately taking off her bra and panties. I stood back and just looked her up and down. She was beautiful, surprised she didn't turn a little shy. She helped off my clothes, her hands immediately trailing up my arms and back, fingers trailing the scars left from years of fighting.

Once I was without clothing, one of her hands gently grasped my cock. "I'll be honest, Ragnar, I've often thought about just doing this."

"What?"

"Being like this with you. Just naked, your hands on my body, mine on yours. Sure, I really want to suck your cock right now, and I'd love nothing more than your mouth and cock between my legs, but it's the simple things I'd often wonder about."

I gave her a soft kiss. "Should have done this a long time ago."

"Better later than never. Is this only a one-time thing or..."?

"I have my life up north now. But if the girls agree, and I'm in Whiterun alone..."

"Aela and Lydia were very friendly and understanding. You have some wonderful companions, Ragnar."

"I know."

She dropped to her knees and proved she could deliver one hell of a blowjob, at least. Technique was one thing. But enthusiasm was key. And Ysolda was nothing but enthusiastic, smiling constantly as her head bobbed up and down, stopping every so often to simply talk dirty to me, begging me to cum in her mouth. For a woman to do that the very first time was rather special indeed, so I was polite enough to warn her when I was close. All she did was rest her hands on my arse and move even quicker. Little wonder I came hard, hearing her squeal as the first couple of shots would have hit the back of her throat, and she didn't stop until I felt empty. Even after that, she grabbed the base and licked me up and down, basically ensuring she'd cleaned me up completely before she sat back on her knees and looked up. "Good, Ragnar?"

I lifted her up and gave her a hug, feeling her head rest against my chest. "Outstanding, Ysolda," I whispered.

"I've thought about doing that for a long time. I even thought I'd just crawl under your table in the inn and simply start blowing you. I figured that would get your attention."

"You've had it for a long time, Ysolda. It was just never the right time for it to work."

"And tonight?"

"Well, I think you should thank my girls tomorrow. They continuously prove to be more than understanding. I still think I'm a bastard but..."

"It's obvious how much they love you, Ragnar. I think what you did to save us increased it."

"And you?"

She leaned back and grinned, meeting my eyes. "Oh, I just fancy the fuck out of you, Ragnar, and want nothing more than your company tonight. And if it ever happened again, I won't be saying no."

Taken by the hand, I was led to her bed where making out resumed, but it was now my turn to show her my skills. Her body was... fantastic. I'd always thought her attractive, but underneath me, completely naked, I could only marvel at her. She definitely enjoyed what I was doing but we both wanted one thing, and that was my mouth between her legs. I teased and took my time as always, but she spread her legs wide, suggesting what she wanted, adding that she wanted me to eat her pussy and eat it now.

So I did.

Her noises were a complete turn on. Rather cute, to be honest. Almost a squeak at times, but then she released a long moan that made me stop, looking up with my eyes to see hers meeting mine, cheeks red, lips slightly parted, but her eyes spoke volumes. "Keep going," she breathed.

So I did.

She was turned on as her first orgasm arrived quicker than I thought. I guess all the teasing before finally lowering my mouth to eat her out helped. What was enjoyable, apart from her taste, the fact she found was I was doing enjoyable in return, and the way her body moved as I didn't stop, was the fact she demanded I keep going, sitting up slightly to hold my head in place. "Eat that pussy," she moaned.

I love a woman in charge. So I kept on going, eventually forcing her to let go, watching her back arch slightly as I figured I'd help further by sliding a couple of fingers into her. "Oh fuck!" she cried out when I found that little spot all women have. I think she might have been trying to hold back her next one. Not possible when I was doing that. I thought it would have been too much after the second ripped through her, but she murmured for me to keep going. Sure, my jaw was starting to feel a little sore, but I think it's been proven more than once I'll happily go down on a woman all night.

She had three more before she needed to say enough was enough for the moment. All I did was take out my fingers, sucking those clean, before leaving soft kisses up her body, eventually meeting her hooded eyes. Reaching behind my head, she dragged me down to lay a soft kiss on my lips. "Worth the fucking wait, Ragnar," she whispered.

"Been wanting to do that myself for a while," I admitted, though I'm sure she'd figured that out already.

"Do that for all your girls?"

"Aye, of course."

"No wonder they love you!"

Settling down on my back next to her, she rolled onto her side, fingers immediately trailing up and down my chest. Her hand was soon sliding further down my body, eventually teasing my cock, which was already hard, of course. Seeing that as an invitation, she wasted no time straddling my body and I watched her slowly lower herself down my cock.

I said nothing as I watched her happily ride me, resting a hand on my chest as she established a rhythm that hit all the right spots. Apart from a hand resting on her hip, the other caressing her body, I happily lay there, just providing the cock for her to enjoy. And now that she was in control, she could control her orgasms, at least. She rode me hard and fast, then slow and gentle, mixing it up, no doubt holding it back as long as possible. Doing all that was a real turn on as well.

"Are you going to cum in me?" she breathed.

"If you want."

"I have potions. Anywhere else would be a waste." She paused and smirked. "Well, except for my mouth, but I've already swallowed one load tonight."

Once she had her first orgasm riding me, she leaned forward and kissed me before whispering for me to just fuck her. Both of my hands ended up on her arse and she smiled as no doubt a look crossed my eyes. "Am I getting fucked now? Is the Dragonborn going to pound my little pussy?" I growled, which earned another kiss. "Fuck me."

Ysolda was well and truly fucked for the next five minutes. She cried out softly, moaned constantly, needing to kiss me all the time, before I couldn't hold it back any further, burying myself completely before I pretty much exploded. It was one hell of an orgasm, the sort that caused a wave of tiredness to sweep across me. She simply rested on my chest, cock still buried inside her. I'd stay relatively hard and she seemed happy where she was.

I kissed her cheek. "That was worth waiting for, Ysolda," I whispered.

"Hope it happens again," she whispered back.

We took around twenty minutes to just cuddle before she ended up on her back, and I think it's safe to say we made love second time around. The way she looked into my eyes, her fingers digging into my back, her heels resting just above my butt, she definitely liked me a lot. I liked her too. I think that second time was just for me as she didn't seem to care about another orgasm. All she wanted was my cock inside her, sometimes slow and gentle, sometimes pumping her a little harder and faster. And when I came again, she simply wrapped her arms and legs around me, whispering how much she had enjoyed the night.

After cleaning up, we cuddled under the furs, Ysolda moulded against my body. She'd been in a great mood all night, eventually needing to spin around, a smile on her face. We made out for a little longer before admitting we needed sleep, shuffling towards me so her head rested under my chin, wrapping my arms around her, fingers trailing up and down her back. "I'll have to thank your girls in the morning," she stated softly.

"We'll head to mine for breakfast. I'll just sit there looking smug." That made her chuckle, at least, and it didn't take long for either of us to drift off.

The next morning, we dressed and headed straight for Breezehome. Aela, Lydia and Serana were already up. They took one look at Ysolda and started to chuckle. Ysolda simply grabbed my forearm and rested her head against me. "By Ysmir, what did you do to her last night?" Lydia asked.

"I'm wondering what you three did," I retorted.

"Oh, pussy was on the menu last night," Aela replied, "Serana is getting rather good at eating me out."

I glanced at Serana, who definitely blushed. "Well, I was being eaten out by Lydia at the same time."

"Aye, but I've got plenty of experience. I mean... there was Delphine for a long time..." I definitely looked at her in surprise. She smiled as she added, "Before it went pear-shaped, we were good together, Ragnar. And I do remember a few things rather fondly. That woman could eat pussy, that's for sure."

"Well, I'm just glad you all get along."

We joined them at the table for breakfast, nibbling away, plenty of laughter as the girls shared some stories with Ysolda. But the whole idea of the night before was that we would be leaving that day, so once we'd finished, the final things were packed before we headed outside. I locked up Breezehome before we headed out towards the stables, Ysolda escorting us. I hugged her before mounting up. "When will you back?" she wondered.

"I don't know. But when I'm back again, and if my girls don't mind, we can have some fun."

"If your girls want to join in next time..."

"You'd be interested?" Aela wondered.

"If it means I get some time with Ragnar again, definitely. He's definitely surrounded himself with some beautiful women."

"Oh, I like her already, Ragnar. We're definitely inviting her next time we're here," Lydia stated.

I smiled. "I think you're definitely invited next time I'm here, Ysolda. But I don't know when. I'm sure we'll see you again soon though."

"Good luck with whatever comes next, Ragnar."

"You too, Ysolda. Farewell."

The four of us turned our horses towards the road leading west, glancing back once to see Ysolda waving at us before she turned to walk back into the city. With a last look at the walls that were now safe once again, we dug our feet into the flanks of our horses and began the long journey back to Solitude.