The Dragonborn Comes Ch. 25

Chapter 25 - A Different Sort of Fun

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Ever woken up with five, naked, beautiful women before? I hadn't, and I could only pinch myself as I looked across all five of them. Lyna was still spooned against me, Leliana having turned over during the night to spoon Solona. I managed to hold back the chuckle, noticing Brosca and Sereda were spooning on the other side of Lyna.

I had my usual morning erection, and tried moving, but Lyna must have been half awake at least. "No, it's okay," she whispered, "I like the feel of it against me. I'm already thinking about it being inside me."

"Okay," I whispered in return, and tightened my hold on her. I'll admit, it was a little weird cuddling with an elf, knowing how fractured the relations were between our people.

"Ragnar?" she whispered.

"Hmmm."

"I'm not ready just yet. But I will be very soon."

"Whenever you want, just let me know."

"When we do, we'll be alone, yes?"

"Of course. Last night was... different than usual. Caught up in the moment. It's happened once or twice."

"You've had a lot of sex?"

"I've lost count over the past few weeks. Ever since... well, the start of this expedition really."

"You're a lucky man."

"Definitely. I thank the gods nearly every day."

I felt Leliana cuddle into me a few minutes later, suggesting she was awake, Solona actually leaning over her to kiss my cheek for good measure. The two dwarves eventually woke up too. "So, we all fucking or what?" Brosca wondered. There was much laughter, as we all knew Brosca told it how it was. That's why we all loved her.

"The things I sometimes imagine, Natia. Lyna is absolutely right, I'm a very lucky man."

"And we are five lucky women," Leliana replied, "Though I think it might be best if we all got dressed. We have werewolves to deal with."

I watched the four of them get up and leave my tent without clothing, hearing Cerys exclaim, "Seriously? Fucking hell, Ragnar!" She then popped her head in to see Lyna beside me. "Fuck me, another one?"

"I can't help it if I'm desirable."

She had no argument to that. "The Gods gave you charm, looks and a big dick. What the hell do you lack?"

"The will to say no."

Cerys cracked up in laughter, agreeing completely with that statement. She left Lyna and I alone, as she wriggled her butt against me again. "Keep doing that, and I might do something."

"Sorry, it just feels really... big."

"Don't apologise. It'll hopefully go down soon though."

She flipped on her other side to look at me, eventually leaning forward so we could share another kiss. "I never thought, in a million years, I'd ever be like this with a human. Have you been with an elf before?"

"I have," I said, unable to hide the sadness. She picked up on it immediately, her face falling, so I continued. "Her name was Iona. I only met her the once. We really hit it off, and we fell into bed together within one night of meeting. She was beautiful. I had hopes we could continue to see each other afterwards."

"What happened?"

"The castle where I lived was attacked. I tried to protect her, but she was killed. I've lived with that every day since. And that hurts, because I really did like her too." Lyna cuddled into me, and I just held her a little closer. "You'll always be safe with me," I said, almost to reassure myself, "I gave the same vow to the other four, so I give it to you too, Lyna."

"Quite the vow," she said quietly.

"Not one taken lightly. But I think we already share something..."

She stroked my cheek and kissed me again. "We definitely do."

"So therefore I will make that same vow without hesitation."

She kissed me again, and before things got too steamy to stop, I suggested we best get up and ready to move. By the time we were seated by the fire, nearly everyone was up and about. Cerys just looked at me, shaking her head, as did Morrigan, surprised she found it amusing. Wynne just gave me a wink and a smile.

Packing up camp after breakfast, we decided to leave all our gear at the entrance to their lair, only taking what we absolutely required, which was our weapons and that's about it. Whatever the werewolves were, the one word I would use to describe them is prepared. It was a long and very bloody fight the lower into the ruins we delved. And the further down we travelled, the more ferocious the response.

It took a long time for the werewolves to effectively wave the white flag. I didn't want to kill any of them. I had half hoped we'd end this amicably, and although I believed Zathrian, I knew being a werewolf was a curse, so had half hoped I could actually help the werewolves. But when we ran into demons within the lair, that's when we knew the Veil was truly thin, and that someone was responsible. But who? I'm sure I wasn't the only one raising that question.

After at least a few hours of fighting, leaving a trail of dead bodies behind us, and we'd taken our fair share of licks in return, we reached a point where the werewolves finally wanted to talk. Asking us to parley, I agreed immediately, asking everyone to sheathe their weapons. There were a couple of mutters about me being stupid, but I ignored them. The fact they were willing to speak suggested this could all end peacefully.

I did not expect the... creature? She wasn't a human. She was a mixture of spirit and something else entirely. But she was peaceful, sensing the calmness she provided to the werewolves, and even our group felt it. She was nothing but friendly, admitting that she was also Witherfang, but that there was a long, sad story behind her creation, and also the werewolves.

By the time we were finished, I was furious, and Lyna was incredibly upset, at first denying any of it was true, but after more questions, she couldn't help but agree with our viewpoint. Assuring the Lady of the Forest that I would do everything I could to help her, I asked everyone else to remain where they were, only taking Lyna with me as we headed back towards the Dalish camp.

Unsurprisingly, the forest now cooperated, and it barely took an hour for us to walk back to the camp. Our return was a surprise, particularly as we were alone. Lyna answered any questions directed our way as I only had eyes for Zathrian. He was as surprised as everyone else to see us, and once I explained what was going on, he surprised me in by return in agreeing to join us. I noticed Lyna chat with his First, Lanaya, and I could only guess what Lyna was telling her. But I noticed her glance in my direction before there was a brief nod.

Zathrian wouldn't shut up on the way back, and I'm sure he probably noticed Lyna's hand on my balled first, as I was ready to put his arse on the ground more than once. He was pig-headed, arrogant, and completely responsible. If I didn't need him alive, I'd have already run him through with my sword.

The meeting between the Lady of the Forest and Zathrian was predictable. They traded barbs, and I was angered when he clearly upset the lady. Shit, I was ready to just let the werewolves have their way. Instead, I intervened, dagger at his throat.

"Listen to me, you bald headed fuck. I don't know if cutting your throat will solve this issue or not, but trust me, the Lady is innocent. You didn't feel the peace of this place before your arrival." I looked around and asked, "Did you all feel it?" Everyone agreed. Even Sten! "You are responsible for everything. The creation of the Lady. The creation of Witherfang. The curse that these werewolves now suffer."

I'm not a complete heartless bastard. I understood Zathrian had suffered tremendous loss. What had been taken from him, and the manner it had occurred, but it had been years if not decades. It was time to heal the wounds. To help show that even I could be magnanimous, I removed the dagger and stood in front of him, meeting his eyes. The Lady stood by my side. "Zathrian, look at this creature at my side. Tell me she deserves this fate for eternity."

His eyes moved from mine to hers. "No, she doesn't. But they..."

"Zathrian, the people responsible for what happened to your family are dead. Their children are dead. Their children's children are dead. The hate that fills you had seeped into the very fabric of this forest. It is why your people suffer. End it now. Release me from this."

"But you will die?"

"As this entity, I will. But I will return to the forest, as I should. And these werewolves will be free of their curse. They are not responsible. Humans as a people are not responsible."

"She speaks the truth, keeper," Lyna stated, "We are surrounded by humans who have only proven a help to our cause."

Zathrian relented, falling to his knees as he wept. The Lady joined him and embraced him. "I am sorry," he sobbed, "But I have been nothing but a vessel of hate and rage for decades."

"It is okay," she said soothingly, "But it is time to end this now. Give these people peace. Give the forest peace. Correct all past wrongs so everyone can now live in peace."

With Zathrian's life tied to the curse, it is little wonder that he died. The Lady of the Forest also disappeared, and with a blinding flash of light, we were greeted by a bunch of humans instead of werewolves. I'm not sure if anyone felt guilty about all the other werewolves we'd killed, knowing they were all humans, but if I regretted all the deaths I had caused, I'd have killed myself by now. The humans all thanked us profusely, and together we returned to the Dalish camp, Sten carrying the now withered body of Zathrian with us.

Lanaya had expected our return without Zathrian still alive. There was no blame, as Lyna explained it all to the clan. She thanked us for returning his body, the Dalish preparing his body for however they sent a soul onto its next destination. All of us except Lyna gave the Dalish privacy, setting up camp away from there's again, keeping quiet and to ourselves as no doubt they would be mourning his loss. And as a show of respect, I told my girls we would behave that night, and that if Lyna wanted my company, it would only be with me. They all understood completely.

Lyna did join me that night, and we remained clothed, as she just wanted my company. She was saddened by the loss of Zathrian, though not upset, as she was also quite disappointed in her former keeper. But she spoke glowingly about Lanaya, confident the clan was in safe hands. "You'd really like her," she told me as we cuddled under the furs.

"You're not setting me up with another elf, are you?"

She giggled before replying, "No, but do you think she's cute?"

"Yes, she is."

"She's very jealous that I'll be leaving with you. I may have let slip certain features about you."

"Such as?"

"Well, what you look like naked and how big your cock is. She didn't believe me when I told her. Once I was able to describe it rather well, she was a little bit more jealous."

"And here I was under the impression that your kind didn't really like my kind."

"Many don't, but those of us with experience with your kind know that it is unfair to generalise. If it wasn't for the fact everyone was mourning, I'd have offered her a chance to join us."

"Your serious?"

"Absolutely." I couldn't help chuckle, though the idea turned me on, enough that she felt something poke her in the back. That made her giggle too. "Good thoughts?"

"The idea of two cute elves sharing my bedroll? Definitely."

"It's a shame we're leaving tomorrow. You could have gotten to know her and vice-versa."

"Are you okay with leaving?"

"I can't wait. And knowing I will be helping taken on the darkspawn is even better. Helps that the hot human warrior is leading the expedition too."

"Many more of these compliments, and you're going to end up on your back."

"With your cock inside me?"

"Absolutely." I paused, before chuckling again, "You certainly sound more confident."

"Because we're alone. It's only you, so it's not as embarrassing."

"I have a feeling I'm going to be busy when we return to Redcliffe."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, I have a feeling you'll want some time alone with me. Wynne is interested too. Cerys wants a threesome with her and Alistair. Morrigan is offering her arse on a plate. Brosca wants some alone time with me for a specific reason. Then there's the fact I want to be with Leliana, Solona and Sereda too."

"Sounds exhausting."

"I can't wait until all this is over, then we can all just fuck all day."

"You'll be sore and worn out rather quickly."

"Probably. Totally worth it though if I leave all of you quivering, sweaty messes."

"I can't wait until you do it to me, with your cock instead of your tongue. Not saying your tongue wasn't good enough. It definitely was!"

Holding her a little tighter, as I suddenly felt an onset of exhaustion, I just whispered, "I can't wait," before I drifted off.

Packing up the next morning, we left Lyna to say goodbye to her clan. They were all sad to see her leave, with many a tear being shed. The last hug was with Lanaya. I didn't hear the words shared, but she did approach me. "I'm entrusting her life with you, Dragonborn. Please keep her safe."

I dipped my head. "You have my word, Keeper."

With an extra person, Lyna insisted on riding with me, to the amusement of most. I didn't mind at all, and after waving goodbye to the clan, our relations far friendlier upon our departure than when we arrived, it took us barely an hour for us to find ourselves back on the main road, turning west for Redcliffe. Lyna loved every moment in the saddle with me, asking many questions about what we would find, as her experiences outside her clan were few. At the same time, I generally only hand one hand on the reins, my other hand generally holding her around the waist. She would lean back, resting her head against my shoulder. It reminded me of my ride with Dagna from the castle to the Circle.

We kept our pace high all day and made it back to Redcliffe by nightfall, having evaded any darkspawn patrols, with no sign of the civil war along the southern road either. As usual, our return had reached the castle by the time we rode through the gates into the courtyard, Eamon and Teagan at the bottom of the stairs to greet us. They were not surprised to see Lyna with us, understanding we would be recruiting, and they were as friendly with her as with the rest of us.

A long day in the saddle would generally leave most of us rather tired, but we still accepted the offer of a meal and a few drinks, Eamon filling us in with more news that we had missed during our absence. It was rather simple. We now had the mages, dwarves and Dalish support. The only thing left was the Landsmeet. At the end of the meal, Eamon, Alistair, Cerys and I gathered in the study, Teagan also in attendance.

"Have you given the matter anymore thought, Alistair?"

"I don't want to do it, but if you really think it's necessary..."

"You are a Theirin, Alistair. And I'm not the only one who thinks that, with time, you will prove to be an excellent king."

"What about Cerys?"

"That is the awkward part. It will depend on Anora. She has proven to be a good, popular ruler, and with all the rumours, it appears her father has well and truly cast her aside. I would have suggested a marriage of convenience..."

"What?" Cerys exploded, "You can't be serious!"

"Unfortunately, I am, Cerys. What Ferelden needs is stability, and Anora remaining as queen will provide that."

"But I love Cerys," Alistair exclaimed.

"I'm more than aware, Alistair, but not all royal marriages are because of love. In fact, very few are. They are due to alliances, or the chances of producing an heir."

Alistair and Cerys shared a glance. "Shit," he muttered.

"What?" I asked.

Alistair ran a hand through his hair, immediately crestfallen. "Wardens can have trouble siring children. With one Warden, it's still possible. But with Cerys and I both being Wardens, it's not impossible, but it's close enough to it."

"And that is why Anora may prove the better choice. Though she never produced an heir with Cailan, which is why there were... well, it doesn't matter now. Anyway, you still have time to decide, Alistair. You don't have to tell me right now. What we do need to discuss is our journey to Denerim. I think it's time to call the Landsmeet. For the moment, the castle is yours, but I believe a move to Denerim soon will help as we wait for the nobles to convene."

"When should we leave?"

"Give it a few days. Take some time to rest and recover. You've been quite busy of late. And a Landsmeet can take forever to convene. It'll be even worse now because of the darkspawn and civil war. Trying to rush it will just cause some nobles to be more obstinate than usual."

I headed to the library after the meeting, not ready to head to my bedroom, as I had no idea who I would spend the night with. I had far too many options nowadays, so figured I would leave it to them to decide. I took a seat by the fire, leafing through a book, wondering who would make their appearance. I finally sensed a presence next to me, glancing to see Brosca. I placed the book on the table and patted my lap. She immediately hopped up and cuddled me.

"Remember what we spoke about?" she asked softly.

"I do."

"Would you like to join me tonight? Just me and you." As a dwarf, she was rather light, so carrying her in my arms was easy, hearing her giggle away. Thankfully my bedroom was empty, though it was clear Brosca had already been in to prepared. She noticed me looking around. "I've already spoken to everyone, including Lyna. She understood how it all works rather quickly."

After placing her on the bed, I walked back to the door and locked it, ensuring privacy for the rest of the night. I had explained to everyone that a locked door meant I was not to be disturbed. Natia, as that would be how I would think of her whenever we were alone going forward, sat on the edge of the bed as we helped undress each other, mixing that up with plenty of kissing and cuddling. She was a confident young woman, but I could sense the nerves this night. Once we were down to underwear, I cupped her cheek with my right hand. "Are you okay?"

"Talking about it is one thing. Actually doing it... Before you ask, no second thoughts whatsoever. I want to do this. I'm desperate to do this. And there's no-one else I'd rather do it with."

"Okay."

Once we were naked, I sat on the bed, back against the headboard, as she sat on my lap, continuing to make out, kissing her all over her neck before moving down to those delightful breasts of hers. She was loving it, grinding against my erection.

"Do you want to get straight into it?" I wondered.

"Definitely. That's the only hole I want satisfying tonight." I couldn't help chuckle. All she did was cuddle into me. "Thank you," she said quietly. I would have asked for what, but that would have been one hell of a stupid question.

Getting off my lap and on all fours, I got behind her and spent at least a couple of minutes licking her pussy, just because I wanted to taste her. She understood why, not urging me on to her arse too quickly. But she was absolutely delighted when I ended up there. She handed me the bottle of oil, and I poured that all over her firm little arse, squeezing her cheeks and giving them gentle slaps for good measure. She really enjoyed that, but loved my tongue even more. While I spent plenty of time doing that, my hands were busy, either fondling her pussy or reaching forward to play with her breasts. The noises she made were of complete satisfaction, and only made me harder, if possible.

I'll be honest, I could have licked her arse for hours, as she'd obviously washed and ensured cleanliness beforehand. She clearly knew what she needed to do. But I knew she wanted my cock. So after pouring a little more oil, I started to use my fingers. She definitely loved that, particularly as I wasted little time using two. Her arse was incredibly tight, and part of me wondered how she was ever going to take my cock. But I put those thoughts to the side. I was doing this for her.