Compared to 'The Dragonborn Comes', which I can admit is incredibly smutty, for good reason, this story will be a little more plot driven than that. Well, maybe... Most chapters regarding 'Dragonborn Rising' will only have one major romantic / sex scene, maybe two at a stretch. But they aren't just thrown in for any old reason. Well, maybe...
Unlike what I said at the beginning of 'Dragonborn Comes', this won't be a prequel, as I've had plenty of ideas of where to take this story that simply won't relate to that. So while the main character may be similar, if not the same, the two stories are separate.
Let me know what you think in either the comments or by feedback.
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Chapter 2 - In the Company of Thieves
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Vex and I spent three days casing the Goldenglow estate, looking for any signs of weakness, learning patrol patterns, when there was a change in the guard, how many guards there were, were there any visitors, who they might be, anything and everything that would gain us an advantage and get us inside the building itself.
In addition to the work, we actually spent time talking. She certainly kept her cards close, and prising anything out of her was like pulling teeth, but once she realised that I was honest about anything I told her, probably strange considering our line of work, she slowly but surely started to open up. "Don't start getting any funny ideas, Ragnar. I'm in this job for the gold, not to make friends." She then paused and looked me up and down. "However, I'm also a flesh and blood woman, and compared to most of the idiots who work for us, you appear to have some talent, and you're rather handsome."
"Thanks."
"Don't let it go to your head."
"But?"
The shield cracked for a moment as she smiled. "Well, like any woman, I like to be fucked. Tell you what. We do this job clean, I might just be interested enough to give you what you clearly want."
"I don't expect sex in... Actually, that's a lie."
Now she properly laughed. "You're serious?"
Shrugging, I said, "I may have taken the opportunity for a good fuck session as payment for jobs while working for the Fighter's Guild. Pissed off my old Guild Master when I returned with no coin but empty balls."
Returning to the Guild, Brynjolf showed interest in what we learned, Vex and I agreeing that we would hit Goldenglow the next evening. A good thief uses anything they can to their advantage, and darkness is a thief's natural ally.
The night before hitting Goldenglow, I headed up to the Bee and Barb for a good meal and a stiff drink. I'll be honest in admitting it was due to a case of the nerves. The last big job I'd done in Cyrodiil ended with me critically injured and on death's door. Vex and I knew what we would be walking into this time, but there was still lingering doubt in the back of my mind.
Sitting at my already usual chair, I was joined by Haelga after I'd polished off my meal. She sat down without invitation, which didn't bother me at all, gesturing for a couple of drinks for us. Once the tankards were placed down and my plate cleared away, I leaned forward a little. "I didn't know if you'd ever approach me or not," I admitted.
"You left me rather intrigued, Ragnar. I've seen you wandering around town. Have you found yourself some work?"
"I have. Keeps me occupied and out of trouble."
"Good to know." She paused, before asking quietly, "And you weren't leading me on about the Dibella worship?"
I was surprised she moved onto that topic so quickly, so smiled as I said, "I'll put it in words you'll understand, Haelga. I love to fuck. And I love nothing better than bringing a woman to continuous orgasm."
She smiled in return. "It's unusual to meet a man so blunt in his desires. So many beat around the bush or find themselves unable to speak about the subject, embarrassed about their natural desire for intimacy."
"And what do you desire, Haelga?"
"A thick, hard cock filling all my holes."
"Play your cards right, and you might just get your wish."
"Not tonight?" she asked, pouting a little bit.
"I have important work tomorrow, and while you would be a delightful distraction, I must be focused."
She surprised me by leaning across and kissing me. A soft kiss, but one that promised a lot more, running a hand down my cheek for good measure. "Well, I'll just have to make do with my fingers tonight then," she whispered.
"You're quite blunt yourself."
"My sexuality is nothing to be ashamed of."
"Absolutely. I like a woman who knows what she wants."
"Sure I can't convince you?"
"Part of me wants to. But good things come to those who wait, Haelga. But if you're seriously interested in me, I can admit that interest is returned."
"Deadly serious."
We shared a couple of tankards, and we actually got to know each other a little bit. I was saddened to learn she was a widower, only married to her husband for a year before he passed. She'd been a widower for five years, and freely admitted to having bedded a number of men, though added many were only the once as she was still looking for the one to satisfy her cravings. Other than that, she happily ran the Bunkhouse, finding enjoyment in providing the working man with a safe place to eat, relax and sleep. I told her about most of my history, and figured as she'd been so honest, I was just as honest, including why I'd been run out of Cyrodiil. She found that rather amusing, but didn't find the fact I had a harem of lovers unsurprising at all.