Dragonborn Rising Ch. 61

He looked at me for a good few seconds. "A fellow warrior and Nord."

"Trust me, Jarl Ulfric. I am the Dragonborn." I let that sink in, saying plenty in just those four words. "Do you yield? You need not be a martyr, lord. You are worth more to me alive than dead."

He looked at me again in silence. I knew he was split. Part of him wouldn't want to die. Part of him would die for his ideals. "Do you promise my soldiers will be safe?"

"All we want is peace, lord. I don't know the details. All I needed to do was defeat you. I will leave anything else to the others. I give my word that I will do all I can. Do you accept that?" He nodded. "Do you yield, Jarl Ulfric?"

I felt him release his grip on the dagger, and I moved it immediately away from his neck, stepping back with dagger in left hand, sword in his right. He dropped to his knees, a submissive gesture to the superior warrior. I rested the blade flat on his shoulder. "A worthy opponent, Jarl Ulfric."

Withdrawing the sword, I stepped back and waited for Tullius and the others to arrive. I had no doubt they'd watched as best they could, as we only waited a couple of minutes before they arrived. Tullius managed to appear relatively magnanimous despite the fact Ulfric remained on his knees before him. Tullius looked at me. "I guess you had reason to be confident, Dragonborn."

"I expect Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak will be treated with the respect his position deserves, General? Despite his defeat, do you assure him that his soldiers can now return to their homes, as long as they relinquish their weapons and armour of war?"

Tullius looked at Ulfric for a moment before looking back at me. "Agreed. They can return to their farms and homes. I will be sending out patrols immediately to ensure control of the local area. Jarl Ulfric, I would like you to issue a proclamation, asking that your supporters now lay down their arms and ensure the peace is preserved."

"Yes, General. I can agree to that. What about me?"

"Since we won't be executing you, we will need to document your surrender and agree how to move forward." Tullius looked at me. "Do you wish to be involved, Dragonborn?"

"No. I've done what I needed to do. If you don't mind, I have people I need to return to."

Tullius offered his hand, which I accepted. "I would like you to stay around for a celebration, but I certainly understand your desire to leave. The Empire thanks you, Ragnar Dragonborn."

"I'll be in Solitude if you need me, General."

Walking back towards where my horse was still tied up, the cheer that greeted me was deafening. I couldn't help step back and overlooked the cheering crowd, many of them cheering my name. When I unsheathed my sword, held it high and roared, I think the cheers increased to a volume loud enough to be heard across half of Skyrim.

It felt nice to be loved.

Mounting my horse, I looked at the road heading directly west and instead headed south, through the crowds. It parted slowly, reaching down both sides as my hands were grabbed briefly by numerous soldiers I passed. It must have taken a good half an hour to finally break free of the crowd, turning my horse back and raising my sword again, a last deafening cheer, before I turned my horse around and began my long journey back to Solitude.

* * * * *

I didn't arrive at the gates until the next day. Word had definitely reached Solitude of the fact the war was now over, but my face was still relatively unknown, so I could make it back to the house without being stopped. Walking through the door, I put my bag down on the ground and leaned back against it, feeling rather weary about it all.

Mirabelle appeared from the living room, and she was definitely showing signs of being with child now. Her face lit up upon seeing me alive, and I walked towards her and embraced her tightly. She didn't say anything, though there were no tears at seeing me again, only a broad grin as I pulled back and looked at her, caressing her face with a hand. "Are you well?" I asked.

"I'm fine, Ragnar. Is it true? Is the war over?"

"It's over. I left as soon as I defeated Jarl Ulfric."

"What? What happened?"

"Let's gather all the girls and I'll tell you all together."

Mirabelle thought that was a great idea. After hugging the other four, Aela headed straight out, returning a few minutes later with Elisif. She was already aware of Ulfric's surrender but not the details. So we sat at the table once I had a tankard in hand and I explained everything since I'd left for Riften. They were aware I'd been with others, something they'd always accepted, but I spent most of the time explaining how we'd taken over Riften and then my duel with Ulfric.

"And you just left once he surrendered?" Elisif asked

"Aye. No point me hanging around. The details are between the Empire and him."

"But what about if or when you become High King?"

"Depends if he remains Jarl. That wasn't a detail I discussed with Tullius. And I'm not assured of becoming High King. The Moot will decide it."

"Do you not want it?" Mirabelle asked.

"Honestly? Not particularly. But if there is demand for me to take it, then I'll do it. The question is then of Elisif. She had helped lead Skyrim through this war. To just cast her aside..."

"The Jarls have supported the Empire, Ragnar, not me," Elisif stated, "Though I would love to remain queen, and continue my work, that is your decision."

"I'll leave it for later. Right now, all I want to do is relax and not have to worry about another crisis blowing up in my face."

There was only one woman I was truly going to be with that night, though I'm fairly sure the others had already agreed. I was nodding off in one of the chairs by the fireplace when Mirabelle gently took my hand to wake me up. Without a word, she led me to her bedroom, closing the door, before we embraced and kissed. She was... eager, to say the least. Clothing definitely disappeared quickly, mine in particular. When she slowly kissed down my body until she was on her knees, I could only smile down at her.

"I'll warn you," I said quietly.

She licked up my shaft before resting my cock against her cheek, looking up at me. "I'm going to make you cum, then all I want is you inside me, Ragnar." I raised my eyebrows at that. "You can do that in the morning. I just want to make love tonight."

"Why the blowjob?"

She smirked as she replied, "Oh, I just know this will make you last a lot longer first time."

Her expertise at sucking my cock was now unquestionable. But it was still her enthusiasm for doing it, and whenever she looked up at me, I still occasionally had a brief thought of Muiri. They'd always looked remarkably similar. Mirabelle knew that, but knew I loved her, not just because she was a reminder. Running my finger though her hair, it simply made her smile despite the fact her mouth was full of my cock.

I was rather excited. In fact, the term would be incredibly turned on. She'd done that since the day we met. I whispered her name in a way that warned her I was getting close. There was no way I was finishing anywhere except in her mouth, that was for sure, her entire body now one of concentration, sending shivers up and down my body at how damned good she was.

Groaning loudly, she chuckled to herself as the first couple of shots fired into her mouth, and she kept on going until I was simply empty, feeling myself sag on the spot. Watching my cock pop free of her mouth, she looked up at me again and grinned, leaning down to run my hands through her hair again. "I love you," I whispered.

"I know, Ragnar. You always get sentimental after I blow you."

"Sure you don't want the favour returned?"

She gave it thought. "Okay."

She stood up and I finished undressing her. It had been a few weeks since she'd told me the news. There were definite signs that she was with child. Her breasts were definitely a little bigger and there was a faint bump, but she knew there were still a few months before she'd give birth.

Laying her back on the bed, I spread her legs nice and wide, pleased to see her pussy glisten in the candlelight. I sat back on my knees and looked at her. "Well, it seems you blowing me turns you on."

"I love how much I excite you, Ragnar. Before you, it wasn't something I did often. But with you, I find myself wanting to do it every time. And then swallowing when you cum... it still feels so... naughty..."

Leaning up over her, I gave her a gentle kiss before moving down her body, not teasing her too much. We both knew what she wanted. I'll always love the noise she makes when I touch and taste her the first time, whenever we're intimate. I teased her pussy relentlessly, making her moan lightly or her body shudder at my touch. When I knew she was definitely ready, that's when I'd change it up, making her moan louder, looking up as she watched me eat her out. I always wondered what I looked like when doing it.

"Ragnar," she breathed, "Touch my clit soon."

We'd fucked and made love so often now, I didn't need much direction, but if that's what she wanted to get her off, that's what I'd do. When I ran my tongue gently over it the first time, she almost jumped off the bed, giggling that it was sensitive, though I hadn't really warned her I was going near it. But then it was nothing but more moans of appreciation, watching her body react as I slid a couple of fingers inside her. I knew where that special spot was, and by focusing on that and her clit, her orgasm wasn't going to take long.

When it arrived, she squeezed my fingers her, her legs tried to squeeze my head, and she cried out so loudly, all of Solitude probably heard. Then she demanded I keep going, so I upped the tempo of both fingers and tongue, and that turned her into a babbling wreck, her body reacting quickly by reaching another orgasm within a minute. Despite crying out to the gods, I didn't relent until she had at least another three, one after the other, and only then did she mumble something about me stopping.

I did just that, of course, sitting back on my knees as I watched her suck in some deep breaths, her face now flushed, hair stuck to her forehead, chest rising and falling. She beckoned me with a finger, leaning down so we could share a deep kiss. "Hmmm... I taste myself on your lips, Ragnar," she said softly, "Though I am used to that by now."

"And now you know why I love doing it."

Mirabelle took ten minutes to herself, where we simply snuggled together, a little kissing but mostly just talking about anything that came to mind, before she pushed me onto my back, straddled my groin, and I happily watched my cock disappear inside her. For the next twenty minutes at least, I happily lay back and watched her ride my cock with all the enthusiasm in the world. She didn't change position too much, if at all. Knees to either side of my body, leaning forward with hand on my chest, watching my eyes watch her, and she'd simply bounce a little and grind away.

Only when I told her I was getting rather excited did it change, hands on her arse, changing the position of my legs, hands to either side of my body, leaning down so she could kiss me.

"Fuck me, Dragonborn," she breathed.

Mirabelle Ervine was fucked by the Dragonborn for the next... three minutes. I came hard. And it was so good, I practically passed out immediately after I was done, with it enough to feel her rest on my chest, hugging her to my body as I gathered my thoughts. "Fucking hell," I grunted.

"Told you we'd still make love even if I was with child."

"No complaints from me."

Though we could have kept on going, she eventually lifted herself off me, and after a quick clean up, we snuggled under the covers, moulding herself back against my chest. We lay in silence for a little while, running my fingers up and down the smooth skin of her body before she whispered, "Ragnar, something you said earlier perked my interest."

"Oh?"

"When you were talking about Elisif, you were suggesting you might not make her queen."

"Well, I have been thinking. I've been married once... obviously. When I marry again, it will be for life, and while marrying Elisif would make political sense, and be fair for her, I want to marry for the right reasons."

"Out of all of us, who..."

"You."

She didn't say anything for a couple of minutes before she whispered, "I'd love nothing more, Ragnar. Mirabelle Dragonborn. I love it." She paused before asking, "Why the change of heart?"

"I've had time to think while I was away... I know I was a bastard..."

She immediately turned around and cuddled into me. "You really need to stop thinking that..."

"I always will. Still don't know how you tolerate me. So I can assure you this. When we marry, that will be it, except for those already part of our little harem. And even then, if it got too much..."

"Ragnar, I sleep with them too."

"I know, but if we're married..."

"Then we will be husband and wife, and we will also have lovers that we share."

"You're still seriously fine with this?"

"Ragnar, I love you more than ever. But I also have a lot of love for Aela and Lydia. A different sort of love, but it's love all the same. Serana is just beautiful. Haelga is lovely to be around. And Elisif is just too damned sweet for her own good. To be honest, not being Jarl might actually do her a favour."

"Could you handle being married to the High King and being my queen?"

"I would be married to you, Ragnar. Not the title. None of that would mean anything. I would be married to the man I love. I currently carry our child, and we definitely won't be stopping at one. And I know that we're going to enjoy a long life together."

She rolled onto her back, taking me with her, no surprise my cock slid inside her straight away, her legs wrapping around me. We made love slowly, tenderly, mouths rarely parting, otherwise just gazing into the eyes of the others. Her fingers would dig into my shoulders or my back. I just concentrated on how great it felt being inside her once again, all the little sounds and movements she made as I buried myself.

"Fuck, I love being inside you," I muttered. That made her giggle.

"Well, I love you being inside me. Your big, thick cock." I raised my eyebrows at that. That just made her scoff. "Oh please, like the others don't say the same thing. Haelga has no problem going into vivid detail how you tear her arse apart most of the time'."

That caused both of us to chuckle before I concentrated on making love to her and trying not to cum too quickly. But she whispered this one was for me, as she'd had plenty of orgasms, so I eventually managed to get her legs bent back, Mirabelle holding them, as I upped the tempo, making her moan louder while I was definitely getting ready to cum again.

"Fuck," I grunted.

"Practice for when we make another one."

After I finished inside her again, I rested on my forearms as she wrapped her arms and legs around me, feeling her soft kisses on my cheek and neck. Just her breath in my ear was a turn on sometimes. Cleaning up a second time, Mirabelle suggested it was perhaps best we just went to sleep. I thought that was a good idea.

Over breakfast the next morning, Mirabelle and I had agreed before leaving her bedroom that we would immediately discuss what we had talked about the previous night. Elisif was back at the palace, so we'd have to talk to her separately. Aela, Lydia, Serana and Haelga were brilliant, but that was because they were not surprised at all about what Mirabelle and I explained. The only thing that concerned them was if it would all be over. Mirabelle assured them it would not, adding what she'd told me the previous evening. They were her lovers as much as they were mine.

Elisif was... more difficult. I had talked to her about it, though never promised anything. Mirabelle and I sat her down and before we started, Elisif said sadly, "You want to marry, don't you?"

"I'm sorry, Eli."

She smiled, sadly, but still smiled. "Ragnar, you have nothing to apologise for. Trust me, your girls have already explained, and we have only talked about things. We've never agreed to anything."

"I might not be made High King anyway. Who knows what the future will bring?"

She sighed. "You might be right."

"Do you want this to stop?" Mirabelle asked.

Elisif managed a smile. "Of course not. If I am no longer the Jarl, I will have the freedom to pursue my own interests, and can be with who I want. And if that man is the High King of Skyrim, I will be one of his mistresses."

I glanced at Mirabelle. "I'll have mistresses?"

"Five of them, Ragnar. We'll be sharing them. I've been with Elisif already."

I definitely felt my eyes widen. I didn't know about that. I looked at Elisif, and she was definitely blushing. "Well, I knew Mirabelle had been with the others, but didn't..."

"The only woman of your little group I haven't been with is Haelga," Elisif admitted.

"Some of her desires are a little... extreme for our tastes. That's when we'll leave them for you," Mirabelle added.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" I asked Elisif.

"Ragnar, you never promised a thing to me. All we've done since that first night we were intimate is talk about possible futures that might or might not happen. What I do know is that I'm not surprised at all to be sitting her right now, hearing that you two want to be married. What I can do is thank you for the honesty. Many would have tried to keep this some sort of secret."

"I never lie, Eli," I said, "I can be a right bastard at times, but I never lie to any woman I'm intimate with. And if you wish to continue with our arrangement, then I can only admit to be absolutely stunned, but thoroughly pleased."

"Me too," Mirabelle added.

"Depending on what happens, Ragnar, I think we all have a wonderful future to look forward to."

"Come by this evening, Eli. We'll have dinner, a few drinks... maybe a little fun," Mirabelle suggested.

"Now that sounds like a fun idea. I'll be up once the sun has gone down."

I think Mirabelle and I were both relieved upon leaving the palace to return home. Elisif had always proven open-minded ever since we'd become intimate, but I had entered with a bad feeling that the reaction would be entirely negative. I was pleased it wasn't and that things would most continue as they were.

Elisif arrived for dinner that evening, but it was obvious to me what the intention was of Mirabelle's invitation. The Jarl of Skyrim was definitely centre of attention that night. It was the first night that I had all my girls in one room for part of the evening, but I wasn't the focus. While I never went without a partner, there was far more attention on certain individuals. The other five all sat back and watched as Elisif and I made love, then all five of my girls spent even more time pleasing her. Elisif was always in the middle, someone eating her pussy, while she ate out someone sitting on her face. At one stage, they had her on her elbow and knees, Aela underneath her as she was eaten out by Elisif, Aela returning the favour, while Haelga and Lydia took turns eating her arse. I was fucking Haelga's arse at the same time, while Serana and Mirabelle were in the middle of their own mutual pleasure adventure. I fucked all six of them, of course, though only Lydia wanted it in the arse as well, joking as I did that I couldn't put another child in her that way.

The only thing I would have wished for out of that evening was a way to have recorded the events. Sure, I'd play certain things in my mind over again, but I would love to watch my six lovers all pleasing each other at once. Occasionally, I'd find myself just sitting back and watching for a couple of them glanced my way with a smile, suggesting I join in again.