The Dragonborn Comes Ch. 45

Handing back the journal, Hawke asked, "Why don't we join forces? We're working towards the same goal here."

"While I appreciate the offer, this is something personal I must do on my own. My heart cries for vengeance on the man who killed my sister. I will eventually find this man, and I will kill him. But it is also clear I can no longer remain here, not with guards beating down my door or other people breaking in."

"Where will you go?" I wondered.

"Well, considering you now know what I am, the safest place would be Darktown. Hate the place but it's better than remaining here."

"So we're letting him go?" Varric asked, and he sounded more confused than anything. Bethany added her disapproval, but it was our call in the end.

"Ragnar?" Hawke asked.

"The journal is convincing. Let him go, see what he can find out."

"I agree."

"So I can go?" Gascard asked.

"We'll leave you to it, Gascard. But I would proceed with caution. The guards and templars might not be as... forgiving regarding one or two things that you've been up to."

"Of course."

We returned home, agreeing to meet in the morning to speak with Emeric, not sure how he was going to react that we'd done the same as the guards, though at least we had some more information. He was nowhere to be found though we were approached by a templar, introducing herself as Moira, recognising us simply because Hawke and I were now rather well known around the city. She handed us a note, stating that Emeric would meet us that night in Lowtown.

"Why?" Hawke asked.

Moira shrugged. "I have no idea. I haven't seen him. I simply found this letter, asking me to give it to you."

"Strange," Hawke muttered, but all we could do was agree to what was written.

To pass the time, Hawke wondered if I'd be inclined to returning to her place. I agree, already guessing what she had in mind. What did surprise me is that, once back to their place, she led me by the hand upstairs, knocked on the door, then disappeared. Leandra opened it and pulled me inside, hearing her lock the door before practically pouncing on me.

We were both naked in seconds, throwing her gently back on the bed and wasting no time lowering my mouth to her pussy. "Oh Maker," she moaned. I was only teasing her, as I slowly kissed my way up her body, definitely showing those magnificent breasts plenty of attention, before I placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "Is Mary home?"

"She led me to your door. I assume she's downstairs with Bethany."

"Well, I'll have to thank my daughter later for the lovely surprise. Now, you were doing something just earlier that I simply love, Ragnar. I don't suppose you could continue?"

"Gladly. Been a while since we've had some fun."

I'm not sure how many times I made her cum before she cried enough. I devoured that pussy, giving her plenty of compliments, sucking at her lips, my tongue delving her depths, falling in love with her taste all over again. I made her cum without fingers first, then slid a couple in to find her special spot. When I did that, I think her orgasms were even better. When she started to babble incoherently, I couldn't help but chuckle, though once she was begging for my cock, I teased her by simply continuing to use tongue and fingers.

"Please, Ragnar," she begged, "I need your cock."

"How much?"

"More than anything." She lifted her head to add, "And I definitely need to feel you cum inside me!"

Well, that sounded like a mighty fine idea, and to be honest, I was going to last all of two minutes, as eating her out simply turned me on even more. We moaned together when I slid inside her, and it was a quick and hard fuck, Leandra holding onto me for dear life as I pounded her from the moment she was comfortable. All she did was order me to fuck her harder.

I lasted maybe a couple of minutes longer than I expected, and I barely warned her before I buried my cock and unloaded inside her. It was a good one. I'm sure the girls downstairs heard me groan before I kissed Leandra softly, which I think surprised her a little. She stroked my cheek as I eventually stopped moving. "I do love that feeling," she whispered, tightening her arms and legs around my body, "Particularly when it's a man half my age." Feeling her squeeze my cock, she added, "And he's still hard inside me too."

Pulling out, I flopped onto my back beside her, Leandra immediately cuddling into my side, running her hand up and down my chest. "Okay, my jaw is aching and I'm actually knackered!" I joked.

Leandra couldn't help giggle herself. "I lost count, Ragnar. Part of me wanted you to stop, but it felt so good, and they just kept arriving."

We laid like that for a little while, just chatting away about what we were up to, before she sat up and started to kiss down my body, eventually arriving at my cock, which she gave many licks, commenting that she could taste herself, before she started to blow me. It was one of those long, drawn out blowjobs, really showing love and appreciation for it, and though I would have liked giving her a load in the mouth, what I really wanted was for her to hop on and slowly ride me. When I mentioned that as an idea, she immediately straddled my crotch, watching as my cock disappeared inside her. After a couple of adjustments, she leaned forward as we slowly made love.

"Now this is good," she breathed, resting her forehead against mine, gently rocking back and forth, meeting my thrusts.

"I'll thank Hawke as well," I said.

"I'll make you cum again then take you downstairs."

I lasted quite a while, enough that we both worked up a good sweat, and Leandra may have enjoyed at last one more orgasm before I finally felt the need again. She certainly wore herself out riding me, loving it when she sat up so I could fondle her breasts, and she always looked spectacular bouncing up and down, breasts jiggling away. The gentleness ended when she really wanted to ride me, both hands on my chest as she sat all the way up before sliding back down. I always loved watching my girls do that.

Once I finally came again, I think Leandra was quite satisfied, though she stayed lying on my chest until suggesting I should have some time with one or both of her daughters. Without dressing, she sat up and took me by the hand, escorting me downstairs to the living room, where Bethany and Hawke were sat by the fireplace. They turned around and smiled as Leandra stood naked beside me. "I have cum dribbling out of me because he just fucked me twice," she announced.

"Do you in the arse?" Bethany wondered.

"Not this time."

"Want me to clean you up, mother?" Hawke asked.

"Now Mary..."

"I'm joking, mother."

"Although you do look..." Bethany started to say but trailed off, "I wouldn't mind sucking his cum out of your pussy," she blurted out.

Leandra sighed and looked at me. "It went on for so long, it's... difficult, even for me."

Hawke stood up and approached us. "Mother, we now live here alone, just the three of us. Who is going to find out? Ragnar certainly won't say anything." She stood in front of her mother and leaned close to her ear, the side I was standing. "I wouldn't mind doing what Bethany suggested," she whispered.

"Mary, we shouldn't... We agreed."

"Agreements can be changed."

Bethany stood up, circling around me so she stood behind Leandra. "All I know is that you look wonderful, mother," she added.

It was battle of wills inside Leandra's mind. Would she give in to temptation or would she continue to deny? When Bethany ran her hands down her arms before gently grabbing her breasts, Leandra sighed, Bethany then leaning down to kiss her neck. As she did that, Hawke laid a gentle kiss on her lips while reaching down, fondling between her legs. "What's it going to be, mother?"

"I have missed you like this," she admitted.

"Would you like me to use my mouth on you, mother?"

"Yes," Leandra whispered.

Bethany kissed down her back, so I figured what she was going to do. I headed upstairs to grab my things, as I figured I'd leave the three of them alone. I dressed and headed downstairs to find Leandra on the floor, legs spread wide, Bethany and Hawke between her legs. Hawke looked around and seemed surprised I was dressed. "Look, I think you three need some time to yourselves."

"I had fun, Ragnar," Leandra managed to say.

"So did I, Leandra. Hawke, Bethany, I'll see you later. Meet me at the embassy."

"We will, Ragnar. Hopefully you'll taste our mother on our lips when we arrive."

I couldn't help laugh as I walked out the door, hearing Leandra moan loudly as I shut the door. Heading back to the embassy, I couldn't help chuckle at what just happened, and I'll admit a part of me was actually pleased, as it was clear the three of them enjoyed it, and considering what they were doing didn't hurt anyone, and no-one was going to get pregnant, I figured why not...

That left me with at least a few hours to kill so I spent most of the day with my son and Solona. He was now walking, though tended to fall over a lot, and had learned a few words, though it would be a long time until he spoke normally, or at least that's what I was told. Solona sat back with a smile as I played with him, and once he was laid down for a nap, she led me to her bedroom as she mentioned it was the perfect time. Sex with Solona was as great as the first time and knowing we were together to hopefully conceive another child simply heightened the experience. She suggested she might have already conceived, as she already had one or two symptoms, smirking afterwards that she simply wanted to be sure. I certainly didn't mind as I'd never turn her down.

Hawke, her sister and Varric arrived at the embassy just as the sun disappeared. Fenris would meet us at the entrance to Lowtown, Aveline would be watching from a distance in case we needed help, not wanting to get personally involved just yet.

After meeting up with Fenris, we made our way to the meeting point. For some reason, it was down a dark alley, away from the little traffic that still dared wander the streets of Lowtown after dark. I'm sure I wasn't the only one feeling a sense of foreboding. Before we even saw Emeric, we were sent upon by demons and shades, the five of us closing ranks as we fought them off. No idea who summoned them, where they came from, even what they wanted... well, except our deaths, but it was not an easy fight. We eventually retreated, funnelling the enemy into a narrower alley, Fenris and I working together at the front, the mages linking up at the rear, Varric providing support where he could. Fenris and I both took wounds that were treated afterwards, and it was only then that Hawke asked why I hadn't used my gift.

"To be honest, even after all this time, I sometimes forget!"

She scoffed, Bethany giggled, and then we found Emeric. He was obviously dead, but from the wounds, we couldn't figure out if it was from the demons or something else.

"Shit," Hawke muttered, "I thought it was a trap, but I didn't think they'd get him first."

"Maybe he didn't write the note to us?" Varric suggested.

We searched his body but didn't find anything, and only then did Aveline make her appearance. She muttered something under her breath, announced she'd get the guards and also notify the templars that they'd lost a member. We would hold position until people arrived.

Aveline returned around an hour later with a few guards, and also a couple of templars in tow, including Moira, who headed straight for us. Upset at the loss of Emeric, she certainly wanted answers as to what happened. So did we.

"What about this Gascard? Did you get anything from him?" she wondered.

"We questioned him but he's not our man," Hawke replied.

"Do you know where he is?"

"No. Last time we saw him, he was at his house."

Whether she was convinced or not, I'm not sure, but she didn't ask any more questions, simply stating the templars would now look into the case considering it had cost one of their own his life. Moira dismissed Aveline and her city guard, stating she would take over the matter. Aveline didn't argue, simply gathering her men, the five of us joining her.

"Well, that's just a fine mess," Aveline muttered as we left the area.

"Aye. But he certainly didn't deserve to lose his life," I stated.

Hawke suggested we head to the Hanged Man for a drink. I certainly needed one after that, the five of us heading there, Aveline stating she would definitely join us later. It was no surprise to find nearly everyone else in there. Despite most of us now living in Hightown, that was merely for comfort. The real life was still found in Lowtown, and the Hanged Man would always be a favourite.

Nothing untoward happened in the back room unlike previous times. I think my mood put most of them off. I was a little bit pissed off but also a little bit sad, as Emeric's heart had been in the right place. I had no real love for templars, as I think a lot of them could be arseholes, but he was just doing what was right.

Although I had offers from Bethany and Hawke to join them at their house, I headed to the embassy instead. Anora was fast asleep when I slipped in the bedroom door, managing to undress quietly before sliding under the covers. Spooning against her, she sighed as I felt her snuggle backwards into me. "Successful?" she asked sleepily.

"No. I'll tell you in the morning," I whispered. I kissed her cheek and she seemed to drift off straight away. I lay there in the dark for a little while, thinking things over, trying to figure out who the killer was. I did wonder if we'd made a mistake in believing Gascard, but it was too late now anyway. I guess all we could do was cross our fingers and hope whatever Gascard did to Alessa would work at the we would one day find the killer and bring him or her to justice.

Until then, Kirkwall would continue to seemingly spiral out of control.