The Dragonborn Comes Ch. 04

I have a few chapters written, but if anyone has any ideas or things they'd like to see in the future, leave a comment and let me know. This will end up covering Origins, DA2 and Inquisition, so a long way to go yet. Get your ideas in and I'll see if I can sort it out.

Chapter 4 -- An Instant Attraction. Lust or Love?

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We were heading to the Circle Tower, otherwise known as the Circle of Magi in Ferelden. We'd heard rumours in Lothering of an uprising, and while I knew little about mages, on Thedas at least, I knew they would of assistance in any battle against darkspawn. We discussed our options and agreed that we'd head to the Circle first before heading to Redcliffe.

I had a chat with Cerys when we woke up that morning. No sex was had, which was probably a good idea, but I gave her a few suggestions. One, was that she was now a Grey Warden, and that the Wardens should be leading from the front. I would assist, being her sworn warrior, and also the Dragonborn, but I thought that she and Alistair should be taking the lead. She was unsure about that suggestion, but I said though I would always be around for advice, it should be the Wardens making the decisions. Two, I would be happy continuing a physical relationship, but not to the detriment of whatever we were trying to do. I realised how much she liked me and the last thing we needed was accusations of favouritism. And lastly, though we had the dwarf with his cart, we definitely needed more coin and supplies, in particular better armour and weapons for everyone else. My sword and armour were exemplary, crafted by the finest blacksmith in Skyrim. Much of what I'd seen in Thedas so far left a lot to be desired.

Due to Bodahn's cart, our pace wasn't exactly fast. Cerys took my advice and led from the front with Alistair, the two conversing between themselves. We hadn't known each other long at all, and despite fighting alongside each other, didn't really know each other. So we'd no doubt learn over the upcoming weeks and months. Sten walked behind them alone, his head constantly swivelling left and right. Morrigan walked behind Sten, and I knew she would remain solitary, having camped far away from us the night before. Then came the cart before I took the rear. I was joined by Leliana, dressed in that armour of hers. The right armour on a woman was almost better than a dress as it would fit just perfectly, and Leliana's was almost moulded to her skin.

"You seemed to enjoy yourself last night," she finally said after a good hour of walking.

"Hear that, did you?"

"Cerys is certainly enthusiastic. You have been together long?"

I couldn't help chuckle, shaking my head at the same time. "We're not together. That was just a bit of fun."

"Oh, I naturally assumed..."

"I am her sworn warrior. I served her father, Lord Cousland, and gave my oath to him I would now serve her when he died. As for last night, that was a long time coming, but no, we are not in a relationship. I'm not sure if it will happen again. It might be for the best that it doesn't."

"But you continue to serve her?"

"Until my death or until I am released. I am a warrior. My word is all."

"I also heard mention you are Dragonborn. I've never heard of that before."

I glanced her way and she smiled, appearing curious. "If I tell you, you'll probably think... In fact, you'll definitely think I'm crazy."

"You believed me about the vision I had. It's a long walk, Ragnar. Tell me, please."

I took a deep breath. "I am Dragonborn. The blood of the dragon flows through my veins in addition to having a soul of the dragon. In addition to that, I have a gift called a Thu'um. In simple words, it allows me to speak as a dragon. Against non-dragons, it can be incredibly effective and lethal. Against dragons, it gave me an advantage as my Thu'um is more powerful than theirs.

According to the prophecy, I am the Last Dragonborn, sent forth by the gods to defeat Alduin, the World-Eater, whose return heralded the end of days. I don't remember it happening, but I would have travelled to Sovngarde and fought him. The fact I'm still alive must mean I was victorious. How I ended up here, I don't know."

"Where are you from?"

"I am from a country called Skyrim, which is part of a continent called Tamriel. I am obviously human, but I am what one would call a Nord."

I sensed her eyes looking me up and down. I'm not exactly sure how tall I was, I'd never been measured, but I'd been told around six foot or so. Nords were generally tall people. Leliana was probably five foot something, up to around my shoulder or so. My armour showed off my biceps, though my forearms and hands were covered by thin armoured gauntlets. My lower legs were also protected by greaves, my thick thighs also slightly exposed.

"How old are you?"

"Passed my twenty-fifth winter not long ago."

"I wouldn't think so."

"I look older?"

"Not older. You're just..." She paused as I looked at her. She blushed under my gaze. "The way you carry yourself. You can judge a man just by how he walks. You exude confidence, and your sort only comes with years of experience, and I think in more ways than one, yes?"

I chuckled, knowing exactly what she was insinuating. "I am confident on the battlefield and some people have told me I have a certain charisma. I just know what I want and what I like. If I get it, fantastic. If I don't, it's disappointing but I try and remain positive." I paused before asking, "So what's your story? I'm giving up a lot of information here."

She looked uncomfortable at the question. "There's not a lot to tell." I knew a lie when I heard it. I'm not the smartest man around, but I'd heard enough lies over the years. "I'm just a Chantry sister."

"Who has obviously had some training with weapons and had some spare armour lying around, ready to wear."

It wasn't an accusation, just an observation. But she blushed again. "Yes, something like that," she said quietly.

"Tell me when you're ready. It's fine."

She seemed surprised that I wasn't making a big deal of it. "Thank you." She paused a moment, and I looked at her again to see another smirk, "So, if you're not serious with Cerys, have you had serious relations before?"

"Are you sure you want to know that history about me? Trust me, you'll probably run and hide if I tell you."

"Your history is probably no more shocking than mine." She met my eyes, and though she didn't add a word, I assumed her story would be interesting to hear. "You're a warrior, so I know you've killed people. That doesn't bother me. So I can only assume you've a long list of lovers. A man such as yourself, it would not surprise me." I'm not sure if that was a compliment or not.

"Are you sure?"

"We have a long walk until we make camp tonight, Ragnar."

So I told her the whole story. Where I was born in Cyrodiil. The fact I was an orphan. My early years working the streets as a pickpocket, eventually finding myself working for the Thieves Guild. My run-in with an enemy that nearly killed me. My rehabilitation as a member of the Fighters Guild. My long list of lovers in Chorrol and Cheydinhal. Going on the run as at least half a dozen husbands wanted my head for fucking their wives. "Honestly, every single one told me they were unmarried."

"And you believed them?" she laughed.

"I wasn't exactly thinking with my big head. And I had more lovers than that."

I continued with my escape into Skyrim and nearly losing my head in Helgen. My time with the Companions and my long physical relationship with Aela. "It sounds like you loved her," Leliana suggested.

"Not quite, but out of nearly all my lovers, I carried the most affection for her. But she wasn't one to settle down, nor was I, so it suited us perfectly."

There was also my Housecarl, Lydia. Saadia, the waitress at the Bannered Mare. Jenassa, a mercenary who worked in Whiterun. Vex, who worked for the Thieves Guild in Riften. Karliah, another Thieves Guild member, whose story was long and tragic. Haelga, who was probably the kinkiest women I've ever been with. "How kinky?"

"Leliana, I think that would be a conversation for a later time."

Ingun Black-Briar, whose mother threatened me with death when she found out. I just laughed in her face. Lady Elisif, ruler of Solitude and possible future High Queen of Skyrim... "What? You had relations with a ruler?"

I shrugged. "She was a widower. Lonely. And wanted the company of the Dragonborn. She approached me, not the other way around. What was I going to say? No? I also had sex with her arcane advisor, who I only discovered just before doing the deed that she was a vampire."

"There are vampires where you're from?"

"There are all sorts of monsters. Vampires are the least of some people's problems."

"And you had sex with her?"

Shrugging, I said, "Sure, why not? Without her clothes on, she was very attractive. I just made her promise she wouldn't bite."

There was the threesome I had with two bards at the college. Can't remember their names as I only met them twice. There was Muiri, who paid me with some of the best sex ever for doing a personal favour. Margaret, who showed me how grateful she was for saving her life.

"So you've had a lot of lovers,"

"I could continue but... Well, some were forgettable. Most were only one or two times, to be honest. Aela probably lasted the longest, and she was aware our relationship was open. Karliah knew too, but it was difficult for her to accept. Plus, she was still in love with another man, so it eventually petered out. Haelga wanted me to invite my friends along, whether male or female. I did end up doing that once or twice. Hmmm, maybe more than that, to be honest."

Leliana giggled, so at least she found my life amusing and not disgusting. I still remember the face of her servant telling me she was disgusted by Haelga and asking for my help, only to see me walk down from her room the very next morning, having spent the entire night fucking Haelga in every hole she craved. I told her servant she was just a prude, and to worry about other things in her life than her master's private affairs.

Thankfully our conversation moved on from my sex life. I still talked a little about my life in general, though Leliana still didn't share much about her own, except her life in the Chantry. I didn't mind so much, as I had plenty of stories to share, which kept us occupied nearly the entire day, so by the time we made camp that night, still a few hours walk from the Circle tower, I was pretty much talked out.

We made camp when the sun disappeared. With tents raised and a campfire crackling, Morrigan actually offered to cook us dinner, cracking jokes about poisons and whatnot. Alistair sniffed at his food more than once before choosing to eat it. When it came to sleeping arrangements, I was expecting to share a tent with Cerys again. Even I was surprised when she said that I should share it with Leliana. I almost laughed when she offered before agreeing.

Bodahn had some alcohol to share, and we all talked long into the night. As we would be sharing a tent, Leliana and I offered to take first watch, sitting close together by the campfire. It grew quite cool, a light wind blowing through, and she eventually cuddled in close to me, wrapping an arm around her. For the first time in a long time, I felt short of breath and my heartbeat rise. I wrote it off as nothing...

We pretty much sat in silence until I had to wake Sten to take next watch. Leliana took my hand, leading us to the tent we would share, crouching down to enter and I couldn't help look at her arse. She definitely knew I was looking as I followed her in. After undressing so we were just in our underwear, we both got under the furs and Leliana waited probably thirty seconds before wrapping an arm around me.

"Ragnar, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Do you find me attractive?"

I would have thought it was a stupid question. I thought my attraction to her was obvious. "Yes, I do."

"Would you like to make love to me?"

"Yes, I would. But..." I trailed off. I didn't know what I felt for her. I'd never had such intense feelings for anyone in my life. And all in a day or so.

"But...?"

I can't believe I was going to say this. "I don't want to just fuck you and that's it." Even in the low light provided by the campfire, I could see her smile. "But you also know my history. I'm not a one-woman man and I don't plan on being so for a long time. All my lovers have accepted that."

"And I wouldn't expect you to be. But... Well, I will be here until the end. I already know that. My vision told me so. I would help the Wardens until the darkspawn are defeated. And I will be at the side of the Dragonborn all the way."

I shuffled closer and gently cupped her cheek, her skin soft against my rough palm. "Are you sure?" I asked quietly.

She answered me by kissing me gently on the lips. "I've never been so sure of anything in my life. I knew as soon as you walked in that tavern that you were the one my vision spoke of. The Maker has led you into my life, Ragnar. I don't plan on ignoring His advice."

I kissed her and she readily accepted my tongue, as much as I enjoyed hers. She was a bloody good kisser. My hands explored every contour of her body, which was nothing short of magnificent. She wore a shirt in addition to her underwear, and I'll admit that while I wanted to see her naked underneath me, I didn't want to rush things. I still enjoy the feeling of her breasts in my hand, as she broke the kiss, giggling as I did so, before I moved to her arse, cupping a cheek and pulling her towards me. No doubt she felt my cock press into her stomach as I was already hard. I was so hard I'm sure all the blood in my body drained to it.

"I excite you?" she giggled.

"Your accent alone drives me wild. Don't get me started on the rest."

"Would you like to touch me?"

"I want to do more but... I can't believe I'm going to say this..."

"You want to wait?" I nodded, which she saw in the darkness. All she did was kiss and hug me. "You can still touch me if you want. I want you to touch me. By the Maker, Ragnar, I definitely want you to touch me!"

She pulled her head back slightly, her eyes staring into mine, as my hand moved down her body. She lifted her leg slightly to give me access. As my fingers grazed her slit, she was already wet and ready. "I wanted you as soon as you walked in that tavern," she breathed, kissing me hard as I started to fondle her.

I teased her entrance, running my fingers across her pussy lips, feeling her hips thrust forward, wanting my fingers to enter her. So I continued to tease her, loving the moans of slight frustration, as I just enjoyed kissing her. She pulled back for a moment and took of her shirt and bra, giving me a first glimpse of her breasts. They were magnificent. That's only one word of many I could use to describe them.

Inserting two fingers gently into her pussy, I leaned forward to take one of her breasts in my mouth. She gasped and moaned at the same time, gently thrusting my fingers into her as I sucked at her nipples, enjoying the feeling of their hardness in my mouth. Occasionally nibbling at them led to her laughter, feeling her hands run through my hair, lifting my head up so she could kiss me again.

"You certainly know what you're doing," she whispered, enjoying the sound of her breathing and moans, knowing I was doing the right thing.

I didn't say a word. All I knew is that I was hard as a rock yet I didn't care about having an orgasm, nor wanting to fuck her. I just wanted to make her cum and cum hard, thanks to my fingers. I wanted to put my head between her legs and make her scream, but I also wanted to take this slow. I'd continue to fuck anyone I wanted, but with her... Shit, I don't know. It was a little confusing. I'd spent so many years fucking anything with two legs, a pussy and tits, I didn't know what it meant to actually feel something for someone. Is that what I was feeling for her right now?

My fingers were soon pumping into her, aiming for that spot I figured most women had. I'd fucked enough women to know they all had it, but not all women were the same. Some required less, some required more. But the fact she moved to meet the movement of my fingers, her breathing, her moans, suggested she was loving what I was doing. The passion in her kisses almost took my breath away.

She wrapped her arms around me, holding me tightly, as I used my thumb to gently rub her clit. That pretty much brought her to climax, hearing her whispered cries in my ear as she came, the walls of her pussy clamping around my fingers as I continued to pump them into her. I only stopped when she quietly told me that she couldn't handle any more, removing them from inside her and enjoying her taste for the first time as I licked my fingers clean.

Running a hand down my cheek, the kiss she laid on my lips was soft and even I would say loving. "Thank you," she said quietly.

"You don't have to thank me. I'd do that again right now if you wanted."

She dropped her head, resting it against my chest. "I already know I don't deserve you," she mumbled. I knew she referred to the story of her life she didn't want to tell me just yet.

I placed a finger under her chin, lifting her head so her eyes met mine. "And you think I deserve someone like you? Come on, I've told you everything about me and yet, here you are now, wanting to be with me."

She smiled. "And I don't care." She kissed me hard, my hand immediately going to her breast. She giggled as we kissed, and she rolled her back, dragging me with her. My rock hard cock, still tented in my underwear pressed against her. She gasped when it did. "By the Maker," she whispered. I wanted to move off but she grabbed my arse, holding me in place. "How big is it?" she wondered.

"I've had no complaints." I paused. "I want to wait, Leliana. I want to right now but..."

"Just hold me the rest of the night. That's all I want."

I rolled onto my side as she moved backwards into me. My erection would have pressed into her back, but she didn't make a big deal of it, simply locking her fingers into mine as I wrapped my arms around her. I'm not sure if she wore perfume or used soap to wash, but I inhaled her scent. If I wasn't mistaken, there was a hint of strawberry.

I'll be honest, it was the best night's sleep I ever had.

We awoke together in the low morning light, now facing each other. All I did was gently stroke her cheek, running a hand through her hair, as she simply looked into my eyes. Was I falling in love? I'd never fallen in love before. Is this what it was? Is that what she was doing with me? Could you fall in love after only a day? I'd never loved anyone before. I figured I'd know if I had. I'd enjoyed Aela's company, but we'd agreed early on we just liked to fuck, and I hadn't felt anything for her I now felt for Leliana. But I... I liked just lying with Leliana how we were. I didn't just want to get into her pants and fuck her. Is that what love was? Was love wanting to be with them without constantly wanting to fuck them? Maybe my mind was just completely warped. All I'd done all my life was try and fuck every woman I found attractive possible. I loved sex but had never cared about my feelings. I just wanted for both of us to cum, and then I'd move on.

All we did was cuddle until finally getting up, assembling ourselves in armour and joining the rest by the re-lit campfire. Alistair said we should make the Circle Tower by early afternoon if the weather stayed fine. No-one said anything about Leliana and I, so I could only assume nothing was heard. Cerys merely looked in my direction and smiled, so even if she didn't hear, maybe she thought something happened. Leliana gave nothing away, simply sitting next to me on the log as we ate breakfast.