The Dragonborn Comes Ch. 18

I leaned down close to hear ear. "Then it's simple. You're safe with me, Natia," I whispered.

She wiggled in my arms. "I knew I was right." She went quiet again. I knew that wasn't it though. I think she might have been building up the courage to tell me something. Maybe everything. When it came, it was a flood. "I was born in Dust Town. I don't know who my father was. My mother died when I was around five. After that, I was on my own. Ran with a bunch of kids my age and a little older. We learned of the paths under the city. That's what kept us fed at least. Kids like us are ignored, so we can move at least a little freely. Or you can until you're marked. I received mine when I was... I'm not sure, to be honest. When I was still a kid. They come in and mark anyone they find.

I learned another thing. Sex sells. I won't tell you who my first was or how young I was. You'll probably get angry. Not at me, just about... it. But let's just say there are a few men in Orzammar who have... interests. Not just that, of course. They come into Dust Town, looking for the working girls. They're not just after sex, you see. They're looking for girls who will be willing to satisfy their kinks. Thing is, a few coins and the girls will do just about anything they'd want. Of course, the guys would satisfy their urges then do... other things."

"Does that explain some of your scars?" I didn't want to interrupt her, but I was curious.

"Yes. I knew I was going to die eventually, which is why I approached the Carta to work for them. I figured I'd at least have a little protection. I'd picked up a few things over the years, but I figured being part of their organisation would help me. I knew what they would want from me in return, but when you're casteless and without hope, you'd probably sell your soul for the illusion of safety.

Thing is, I actually liked what we did at times. I could be a nasty bitch, if I wanted. I had only one rule. I didn't fuck with anyone who lived in Dust Town. The Carta didn't know that rule, of course. They'd fuck anyone over, but I'd grown up with those people. Sure, I didn't trust any of them, but they were still my people. Anyone outside Dust Town was fair game.

But because they knew my history, they still asked me to do things. I resisted at first, but when the threats become reality, and you find yourselves locked in with no escape, I was once again nothing but meat for men to paw at. Thing is, no-one from the Carta ever tried. I could kill them for it. But when I was with others, it would look bad if I fought back. So I had to lie back and take it.

In addition to that, they trained me to be a killer. Trust me on this one, you have recruited well for the Wardens with me. The first kill was the hardest, taking another life. Life can throw shit in your face every day, but to actually end the life of someone else, you still need to harden yourself. After that, each one got easier until you barely noticed. No effect on your conscience. No effect on your soul. I was little more than a killing, fucking machine in the end.

In the end, it was no surprise they all turned on me. I was stupid enough to trust one or two of them. I thought I'd earned their loyalty. I'd worked my way up in the organisation. I'll be honest; I thought I was safe. Again, nothing but an illusion. Almost cost me my life. When you found me, I was at my lowest ebb. I hadn't given up. I never give up. But I was lost. Everything I'd worked for taken from me by someone I stupidly thought of as a friend.

You strode in like a colossus. I'd never seen a human like you before. You were the answer to any prayers I might have sent to my ancestors, not that I actually pray to them all that often. I doubt they listen to the casteless, but I would sometimes try. But you listened to what I had to say and trusted me immediately, almost without question. I knew I was helping you in return, but you accepted me, instantly made me a part of your time, and you just listened to what I had to say.

I was attracted to you immediately."

"I thought you were cute," I whispered, "Though in need of a good wash first."

That made her giggle. "I understand. Every second since leaving Dust Town, I've been wondering if this is just a dream. Have a really left Dust Town? Am I in fact already dead? Then I feel your hands on me, your eyes looking at me, and there's no chance this isn't real." She finally looked up, blinking rapidly. I kissed her gently on the lips. "Yeah, no chance this isn't real," she whispered.

"So not only are you gorgeous, talented with a weapon, but you're also courageous and intelligent?"

She kissed me again, her arms pulling me in tight. I responded in kind, feeling her right knee on my left thigh. Pulling back, the smile she returned was beautiful. She looked genuinely happy. I think everything on her soul was suddenly lifted off. "No wonder all these women love you."

"What makes you say that?"

"You just listened to me ramble for however long, telling you the awful shit I've done. No judgement at all. Just understanding. Then you tell me nothing but positive things about myself."

"I can understand quite a number of the things you had to do. I was an orphan. Grew up there until I was around ten. The lady who ran it was cruel, so I ran away. Lived on the streets for a few years. Pickpocketed and robbed. Ran with an organisation called the Thieves Guild. Only reason I stopped was I nearly died doing a job. Rehabilitated myself by joining the Fighters Guild in a new city.

Eventually ended up in Skyrim. Found out I was something called the Dragonborn. Did some good and bad things. Saved the world. Saved my home. Also worked as a thief again for a time. Worked as a mercenary too. Contract killer at times.

One thing you must know about me is that I've had a long list of lovers. Lost count in Skyrim. And while I started slow here, I don't intend on slowing down. Leliana and Solona already know that. You will need to know that too."

"I think all that practice just makes you a better lover for me. I'm not lying about your cock either. Biggest I've ever had by far. Never been with anyone, and I mean this honestly, that gave a shit about me. In just one night and morning, you showed me more than I ever imagined."

I rolled her onto her back, kissing her as I did so. I could feel her smile as I kissed her as she tried to reach down to remove my underwear. I grabbed one of her hands, holding it. She seemed to understand, and moved her other hand to my back. We kissed for quite a while before I moved down her cheek to her neck. She giggled again as I did before I gently bit her, earning a moan. Kissing further down, I kissed her along her shoulder and collarbone, down her upper chest to her breasts. Sitting up slightly, I grabbed them both, giving them a gentle squeeze, before putting my mouth to one and squeezing the other, using my thumb to rub her nipple. I felt her back arch as I did that.

"Anyone who did this used to, you know, hurt me. Your hands are so much stronger yet so..."

I didn't say anything. Just focusing on her breasts was turning her on, so I slid my mouth down her stomach, kissing along one or two of her feint scars. I heard her gasp as I did so, her hands running through my hair. I think doing that meant a lot to her. Much like it did with Leliana. I stopped kissing her just above her sex, instead sitting up and running my hands down her legs. I could feel the underlying muscles in them. I liked legs on most women, but her calves were something else.

I think just touching her like that in such a way was pleasing and exciting. Leaning down again, I kissed around her sex, breathing on it, but not touching. I kissed along her thighs and down to her knee. I even tickled her feet, hearing that genuine laugh that I would try and earn each and every time we were together in such a way.

When I touched her pussy for the first time with my tongue, I immediately told her that I loved her taste. That earned another smile as I wrapped my arms around her thighs, placed her legs over my shoulders, and simply went to town on her. I didn't use my fingers, only my tongue, lapping up her juices already flowing. In the middle of doing that, I would stop and let her know she was beautiful. Or that she tasted wonderful. Or that I wanted to run my tongue all over her body. I felt her squeeze my head occasionally, knowing I was turning her on more and more. I reached up with my right hand to squeeze her left, her eyes only look down at me, watching her chest rise and fall. Then her head would roll back as I licked her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure up her body.

"Is it always this good?" she breathed.

I mumbled as answer with my mouth clamped over her pussy. She giggled when I did that. My jaw was starting to get a little sore, and I think she was holding back too. So I upped the tempo, now focusing only on her clit. She made a lot of noise when I did that, the sort of noises that made my cock rock hard. But I was ignoring myself for now. I just wanted her to cum, and cum hard. The sort of orgasm that would leave her a quivering, beautiful, sweaty mess.

Her back arched again, and she cried out, and I knew she was close. Her hand squeezed mine as she tried her best to keep eye contact with me, but I was doing too much, her head continuing to roll back like her body. She was now grinding herself into my face at the same time, aching for release.

"Please make me cum," she'd repeat softly

When she did finally come, even her small hand nearly crushed mine. Her legs squeezed my head tight as I kept eating her out. I could still hear her, though only barely. I'm sure everyone else in the palace probably heard.

Settling down on the bed again, she removed her legs from my shoulders, her body occasionally shuddering. I just gently kissed up her body, earning more giggles, as she was now very sensitive. Face above hers, she opened her eyes and returned the sweetest of smiles. "You know how I feel about your already, don't you?" she asked softly.

I know I smiled as I replied. "I know."

"It's just... I don't want to say too early and ruin it. It's very new and..."

"You want to be sure?" She nodded. "That's fine." Leaning down to her ear, I whispered, "I like you a lot already too."

She responded to that by reaching down to grab my cock and rub it along her sex. She let it go as it nestled at her entrance. I just kept my eyes on her face though, her eyes closing as I inserted the head, a smile forming immediately at the same time. "Good," she breathed.

Keeping my body as close to hers as possible, wrapping my right arm around the back of her neck, I kissed her as I slowly thrust a little more in each time. I felt her spread her legs a little, wrapping her leg around my thigh, leaving her other leg bent beside me. Once I had my entire length inside her, she kissed me hard, as I started to slowly thrust into her. Wrapping both arms around my neck, she didn't want to stop kissing me, which is just what I wanted, only stopping when she needed to moan or take a deep breath.

"You feel great," I whispered.

"You like tight, dwarven pussy?"

"I love yours."

That made her smile and kiss me hard again before replying, "I already know I'll never want another human cock inside me."

"Good to know."

She did start to laugh. "I am surprised I can take the whole thing."

"If it's hurting..."

"No. Even if it did, I know you wouldn't mean it."

Sitting up on my knees, I lifted her up and spun around, so I could lie on my back. She loved it immediately, both hands on my chest as she started to bounce up and down. Grabbing her by the arse, I started to thrust up a little faster. Not like the previous night, just enough so I hit the right spots inside her, and so it would help me cum. She loved it, mentioning she did get enjoyment out of the previous night, but immediately decided she liked what we were doing more. I had a feeling she had to find any sort of enjoyment out of what she had to do before.

Eventually lying flat on my chest, she suggested I just fuck her a little harder so I could cum. That wasn't going to be a problem, but I liked the feeling of her chest against mine, her small breasts pressed down, her hard nipples poking me, causing me to chuckle. She enjoyed me pumping into her a little harder, and once I informed her that I was about to cum, she just looked me in the eyes and told me to fill her up.

I think I came and laughed at the same time. Once I was finished filling her up, so to speak, she made no motion to get off my lap. My cock softened a little, but remained inside her. I think we were both a little tired, and it was no surprise she actually fell asleep. I rolled her off me and held her against me as I closed my eyes too.

I'm not sure how long both of us slept, but when we woke up together a little later, she rode me for as long as she could until she came again. And again. Then a third time. After that, we needed a wash, having no shame wandering through the place nude. No-one was really up anyway except a few guards on patrol. They ignored us as we entered the nearby thermal bath. Before we washed, she sat me down on the edge and blew me to completion, stating I deserved another orgasm considering I'd already given her so many. Seeing her take another load in her mouth was very hot, though I said she didn't always have to do it. She retorted, saying she's simply take it on her face or breasts instead, or I could leave a load on her back if I was doing her from behind. She had me in fits of laughter as she went into great detail about all the ways I could cum either in or on her.

Then we washed each other down, thought I think we spent more time kissing, fondling and hugging each other than washing. After drying off, we headed back to the bedroom, crawling under the covers, and I think we had no exhausted each other. That didn't stop a lot more kissing and cuddling, before she turned and moulded herself into my body, insisting I wrap my arms around her. "I feel safe," she whispered, the last thing she said before falling asleep.

I would keep my word about her always being safe, even in the hell that the Deep Roads proved to be.