The Dragonborn Comes Ch. 39

Solona proved she was rather flexible when she leaned back even further, so her body almost lay flat against my bottom half and legs. I managed to pass her a pillow, so anyone who walked in would have probably wondered what the hell was going on, though she was making plenty of noise at what I was doing. Her body was grinding into my mouth, pulling her towards me even more, running my tongue around her entrance before teasing her clit, and back again. Stable as she was now, I was able to reach forward and grab a handful of her breasts, running fingers gently over her nipples, feeling they were hard. She grabbed one of hands to hold onto it.

"Keep going," she whispered.

Like I was going to stop, though she meant that she knew her orgasm was approaching. Knowing it was, I started to focus on her clit a little more. If I was in a better position, I'd have used my finger too, but she orgasmed just from focusing on her clit, and by caressing and massaging her breasts. She had to move her legs, unfolding them and spreading her legs, placing her feet against the headboard, so anyone walking in now would have really wondered what sort of position we were in. I knew it was amusing, and was trying hard not to laugh at the same time as eating her out.

She came hard eventually, crying out loudly at the same time, not stopping her grinding against my face as I carried on using my tongue, enjoying the taste of her pussy as she flowed, and she asked me to keep going. I managed to pick her up somehow and shuffle her so she was lying flat on the bed, and I kept on eating her out. She grabbed a bunch of pillows so she could at least sit up and watch me, and it was my turn to keep my eyes up looking at hers.

"I love you so much," she breathed. I had to stop as her voice caught.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just emotional for no reason. You should know me by now."

I lowered my head and a smile immediately appeared on her face, quickly followed by her head rolling back as it wasn't going to take long for another one to follow. Now that I was more comfortable, I could use my fingers, and that gained the desired reaction, as she was soon moaning for me to fuck her with those. She shuddered a couple of minutes later, and I knew she was getting close, laughing as she admitted she was probably going to be even more emotional. So I made sure it was going to be a big one, my tongue only on her clit, my fingers probing her insides for the perfect spot that would make her scream. I could feel her squeezing my fingers, knowing she was trying to hold it back.

So I did even more, almost forcing her to give in and let the pleasure overcome her. I think she finally had to give up, admit defeat, and let the orgasm flow. And it did, as she arched her back so high off the bed, I thought she would have folded in half, releasing a long moan that I'm sure had the other girls wondering what I was doing to the poor girl.

When she'd settled down, she gestured for me to quickly move and cuddle her. "I thought you were ignoring me," she sobbed into my chest once I had her cuddled in my arms.

"What? I'd never..."

"I know you weren't. But you know we all talk, and having heard one girl, then another, then another..."

"I saved you and Natia for last, Solona, because..."

She looked up, her eyes glistening. "I know why. But I just worry sometimes." She buried her head in my chest, settling down eventually, her right leg around my body as I gently stroked her back.

"I love you, Solona. Hand on heart, you are the sweetest girl I've ever been with. Out of all those on Skyrim, and all the girls here..." I lifted her chin so she could meet my eyes. "I still love the fact I was your first partner."

A crooked grin appeared as she whispered, "First and only." Pausing, she added quietly, "Well, first and only man."

Caressing her check, I added, "Next time if I ever do something stupid like this, I'll make sure you're first. Although I hope neither of us will wait as long. Anora won't mind if you or Natia join us. She knows."

"Does she know I want a baby?"

"Definitely. She wants one too. And, considering we will be here for quite a while, Alistair suggested ten years for everything to properly calm down back in Ferelden, this place might be perfect to start a happy little family."

"And she doesn't mind?"

"She wants my child, Solona. Do you?" She nodded emphatically. "So does Natia, which might surprise some people. Lyna and Lenina want one too. Out of everyone, I think she's actually the most desperate." I paused before adding, "To be honest, I could end up with eight women with child if I'm not careful."

"We can still have sex, right?"

"What, when you're with child?" She nodded again. "Yes, though it gets a little more difficult as time goes on."

"Good. I'm not stopping having sex with you."

"Your boobs will get bigger."

She started to giggle. "Ragnar Dragonborn. One track mind."

"It might get a little awkward if you're all pregnant and..."

"Well, I think impregnating all of us at once wouldn't be a good idea. But we have servants to help us, and I think we'll all support each other. Trust me, discussions have already begun. Don't worry about a thing, Ragnar." She leaned in to kiss me before saying, "I think we need more practice though."

With one leg already around me, rolling Solona onto her back simply led to her other leg wrapping around me, and my cock sliding inside her. She gasped and then smiled, and we made love for quite a while, both our previous orgasms helping us last for longer than usual. She was happy to simply lie on her back, occasionally tighten her legs around me, run her hands up and down my arms or her fingers down my back, continuously kiss me, but she constantly whispered for me to just keep fucking her.

I willingly obliged her, building up a steady rhythm that she loved and that helped me not blow too soon. We were both rather sweaty after a while, Solona actually leaning up to lick my chest. "Salty," she said.

I couldn't help chuckle as I said, "It's sweat, Solona."

"You've never done that before?"

I did stop for a moment as I admitted, "Quite often, actually. It's while I'll happily run my tongue over your body. Must be an acquired taste."

"Considering some places you stick your tongue, Ragnar."

I leaned down as I started to thrust into her, whispering into her ear, "Your arse is very nice too." That made her burst into giggles, so much so I started to laugh and we just had to stop for a couple of minutes. When she stopped, she had a look of complete love and affection in her eyes, my heart started to beat a little faster, and not just because my cock was still inside her.

The next kiss shared all our feelings for each other, her arms folding around my back to hold me close. I picked up my rhythm again, feeling her shuffle again, lifting her arse a little so I went a little deeper into her. She had to break our kiss to gasp and exclaim, "Fuck that's good and deep."

"You're telling me," I muttered. It felt really good, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer now.

"You know where to cum, Ragnar. Deep inside me."

She got her wish a few minutes later, as I started to pound her. She squealed excitedly when I did, feeling her legs tighten around me again as she got comfortable while I fucked her. "Oh fuck," I groaned, and she knew I wasn't far away now.

"Fuck me with that massive cock, Ragnar."

I was about to say 'What the hell do you think I'm trying to do?' but kept that thought to myself. Soon enough, my cock must have been a blur pumping into her, and I swore again as I knew I was going to finish in seconds. "Ready?" I managed to ask.

"Maker, yes."

"Good," I groaned before I pumped about half a dozen more times before I erupted. I groaned one, elongated 'Fuck' as I came, Solona barely able to hold onto me as I drove into her a couple more times before I finally just relaxed above her, barely able to hold myself up with my arms.

Now I was exhausted. No, correct that. I was completely knackered. I could feel myself soften rather quickly, so rolled off her onto my back, and all Solona did was roll onto her side and cuddle me. "So, was it good for you?" she asked, opening one of my eyes to see a cheeky grin on her face.

"The pool of cum I've just left inside you not evidence enough of how much I enjoyed it? Or what I left on your face earlier?"

"Hmmm. Point taken." She paused before adding, "Ragnar, I'm really tired now. You do this every time. And I love it!" To emphasise how tired she was, she yawned, which made me yawn, so we agreed to clean up and get into bed.

Spooning a little later, she grabbed both my hands and held them to her body. "When can we start trying?" she asked quietly.

"To be honest, whenever you want. This place is more than big enough to have a nursery. I'm not much of a carpenter or anything, but I can give it a go."

"I'll chat with Anora, maybe we can time it so two of us can be with child at once. You know, for a bit of support."

"I think that's a good idea."

She fell asleep rather quickly, and I followed not long later. I was amazed that the idea of having a child with Solona excited me more than anything, primarily because I thought she'd make an excellent mother. I'd make sure to sit in the conversation. If we could actually have some sort of plan in place, it wouldn't be a bad idea, though life never worked like that, of course.

*****

We met the Hawke sisters two days after that night with Solona. And I can say straight away, I was attracted to both of them almost immediately. Bethany as soon as I laid eyes on her, as she was a busty, brunette bombshell, who proved rather feisty within five minutes of conversation. And Marian, who insisted she be called Hawke, after she opened her mouth, her voice pure silk, and she shared many of the same ideals as myself. We explained who we were, and I received generous smiles from both when they understood who I was, as either Dragonborn or Hero of Ferelden.

"How did you escape?" I wondered, "Aveline touched on it, but she said we should ask you."

"Would you believe it if I said on the back of a dragon?" Hawke asked, before adding, "Though that's not all. Before turning into a dragon, she was a Witch of the Wilds. Flemeth, I believe."

"Oh, shit!" I exclaimed.

"What?" Hawke wondered, interested in my tone, as was Bethany sat beside her.

"I know Flemeth on a rather personal level. Her daughter, Morrigan, helped us during the Blight. She sent me to kill Flemeth to obtain her grimoire. To ensure she didn't die, Flemeth handed me the grimoire. I always wondered what happened to her."

"Well, I'm not sure myself, as once she dropped us off, she disappeared." Hawke then paused before taking the necklace that hung around her neck. "Flemeth did give me this for some reason. I'm to take it to the Dalish clan that live nearby."

"Bet it's magic," Anora said.

"Want to come with when I take it?" Hawke asked.

"Sure, and I bet one of my friends would like to as well. She's Dalish."

"More the merrier."

"Let me grab them from upstairs. You can meet them all."

Once they were all lined up, the Hawke sisters were rather amused. "So you're the only man who resides here?" Bethany asked, a smirk on her face. I simply nodded. "That's unusual."

I looked at Natia, wondering if she'd say anything. She returned a look of 'Should I?' I just shrugged my shoulders. If she wanted to, so be it. "We're all his lovers. The seven of us lined up here, and the ambassador too."

I couldn't help sit back, looking a little smug, as the Hawke sisters looked at me again, Bethany had a look of... surprise. Hawke looked rather impressed. "You keep all eight of them happy?"

"He certainly did last night," Solona muttered, to the giggles of the rest.

After introductions were made, the Hawke sisters took real interest in Solona upon hearing her last name. And the trio quickly realised they were distant relatives. Solona burst into tears upon learning she actually had a family, and more than one of my girls cried with her. Hawke and Bethany simply hugged Solona for what seemed like hours, promising to bring their mother to the embassy.

Before leaving, Hawke mentioned that she worked as a mercenary, and considering my reputation as a warrior, she wondered if I'd be interested in helping out. I bluntly looked her up and down. Her almost mahogany coloured hair was a complete mess, but accentuated her face, with dazzling green eyes, a dash of red paint across her noise, and a pair of lips just made for kissing. She kept her robes tight to her body, that only showed off her curves. She was tall, not as tall as me, but certainly one of the taller women I'd met. She saw me checking her out, and was clearly doing the same. "You certainly are a real specimen," she muttered, "How thick are your arms?" I flexed my right arm, and she felt my forearm and then bicep. "Maker, I wouldn't want to get into a fight with you."

I then looked at Bethany, who simply asked, "What about me?" Shorter than her sister, she was certainly curvier, with a thicker bust and wider hips. I'll put it simply; she was made for fucking. As I said, a brunette bombshell, with a pair of gorgeous brown eyes I know I stared at so long, her cheeks started to glow. I held out my left arm and flexed that too. Soon both Hawke girls were feeling up my arms, and I think they were both rather impressed with me.

Hawke eventually cleared her throat. "Um, so... Um..."

"We should go," Bethany said, looking rather flushed.

"Yes, go home. Good idea. Um... Bye, Dragon... Ragnar."

They quickly waved at the girls behind me before rushing out the doors. I turned around and looked at the nine of them, all bursting into laughter at once. "By the Maker, Ragnar!" Anora exclaimed.

"What?"

"Did you notice their reaction?"

"I did. So?"

Anora looked at the others. Natia just shook her head. "You think they'll move in?" Anora asked.

"Bethany was cute," Solona said, "I mean, looking objectively."

"I liked Hawke," Eliza stated. We all stared at her. She just shrugged her shoulders. "What? Like Solona, objective. But come on, that robe left nothing to the imagination." Then she looked at me. "And calm yourself, lord. I'm not going anywhere."

"I'm not..."

She raised a finger, then pointed at herself. "Sworn warrior, so you're my lord. I'm not saying anything other than both women were attractive, and I have no doubt already, both want to fuck you after having spent a good five minutes simply feeling up your arms."

"It was that long?" I mean, I know I had an effect sometimes, but still... Clearing my throat, I looked at Solona, "How are you feeling?"

"I can't believe I might have a family here!" she said before walking towards me so I could hug her. I already figured out why it meant so much, as we'd talked about her family, or lack of it. It's one of the reason why we connected, considering I was an orphan and, while she hadn't been abandoned, being sent to a Circle as a child left her with no-one. Plenty of people said that's why I fucked myself silly with as many women as possible. I think people assume too much sometimes.

The Hawke sisters returned the very next day, this time with their mother, Leandra, in tow. She didn't know Solona on sight, but she knew exactly who she was, Solona unable to hold back the tears again as she and Leandra hugged for what seemed like hours. The whole lot of us, the three Hawkes and all my girls and I, retired to the sitting room as Leandra explained their lives and also the history of the Amell family. Unfortunately for Solona, it was all rather tragic. Her mother was assumed to have died long ago. Not as tragic was that Solona had four siblings, but all were mages, and all were in Circles. Where, no-one knew.

"Whatever the case, Solona, you have family. Hawke and Bethany are your cousins. Not quite siblings, but you are one of us. And if you reside here, then I can only consider all your friends here family too. I assume you're also all from Ferelden?"

"Do you not recognise the name Anora, mother?" Bethany wondered.

Leandra's eyes widened. "What, as in Queen Anora?" Leandra then looked at Anora behind her desk. She probably hadn't seen her before. "But I'd heard..."

"Alistair took the throne. I was cast aside," Anora said simply, "I am no longer queen. I'm now ambassador."

"Let's be honest, Anora. It's technically exile," Natia added, "At least a decade here before you can think about returning home."

"And you, Dragonborn? What brings you to Kirkwall?" Leandra asked.

"I wanted out of Denerim and Ferelden. Anora was offered the role here, so I decided to follow her. I'm her bodyguard and will keep my busy knocking a few heads together if the work piles up."

"Hawke always finds herself in trouble. I'm sure she'd love your assistance."

"Mother!" Hawke hissed, instantly embarrassed.

"Well, if you don't want his help," Bethany stated, her tone dripping with so much insinuation, even my jaw dropped.

Leandra either missed it, or didn't make it an issue. "Well, my girls are doing all sort of work to help me reclaim what we've lost. I'm sure they'll approach you if they need help. Big, strong man as yourself, I'm sure you'll have no problem helping them."

"Wait until Isabela sees him," Bethany added, a tone not so friendly.

Hawke burst into laughter. "Maker, I think even Ragnar would run away." I must have looked confused, so she added, "She's... well, the word I would use in unique."

"I can think of another one, start with 's'," Bethany said, I think holding back another opinion.

"Smart?" I offered.

"First and last letters are correct."

"Oh, sl.... Oh... Bethany!" Leandra exclaimed.

The trio stayed for dinner, with bottles of wine soon opened. The girls all laughed at me as the Hawke sisters were shameless flirts, particularly Bethany once she'd put away a couple of drinks, though Hawke was the first one to actually touch me, resting a hand on my thigh and soon running her hand up and down. I had to lean over and warn her, very quietly, not to raise her hand too far. Bethany noticed, and she was soon doing the same thing. Anora was sitting across from me and simply laughed away, which did relieve me somewhat.

It was rather late by the time the trio departed, and as I had barely touched a drop, I offered to escort them home, throwing on my armour and grabbing my weapons. The three were impressed with the armour, and I told a little more about myself as I escorted them to Lowtown.

I'll be honest, I hoped we wouldn't be bothered. I just wanted to get them home safely. But some idiots saw three women with a lone man, and thought it was an easy target. Kill me, and do gods knew what to the three of them. There was a dozen of them, so we were out-numbered four to one, as Leandra was capable of fighting or magic.

I simply unsheathed my sword and pointed it at the biggest one. "You get one warning. Leave now with your lives, or you'll be dead in thirty seconds."

"Get a load of this cunt," one of this yelled.

I pointed my sword at the voice. "You die for using such language in front of these women. The rest of you can leave."

Swords were unsheathed. I generally don't use my Thu'um against humans, but being outnumbered as we were, I blew most of them away with a Shout. I could sense the stares from the other three as I leapt into action. The one who swore was cut down in seconds, blocking a swing from a second as a third had his sword parried. Fighting two on one sometimes isn't as hard as it seems, the shield in my left hand blocking most attacks, and I timed it right, I could take two on one. A good swipe with my sword at neck height forced both of them to stumble back, leaving the one on my right exposed, cutting him down as quickly as possible, before turning the third. Realising he was almost alone, he dropped his sword and ran. I wasn't going to kill a man, even a bandit, in the back, so let him go. I'd actually blown nine of them onto the ground. Most had smashed into one of the stone buildings, left bruised, bloodied and some with probably broken bones.