Chapter 47 -- Peace of Victory
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A/N -- No fear, dear readers. Still plenty of content to come. The only thing I don't cover is the Dragonborn DLC as, to be honest, I could never get it to work. I touch on nearly everything else at least, in particular Dawnguard and one character many of us who have played the game adore.
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So much for a simple celebration of my victory. The party that took over Whiterun must have lasted for at least three days and nights. The entire town joined in the festivities, and I don't think anyone to this day would know how much food and drink was consumed. Dragonsreach was opened to the public, the long tables rarely empty, Balgruuf ensuring a never-ending supply of meet and ale at the very least.
What amused me most during some of the celebrations was dancing with most of the women in Whiterun, and despite the fact they knew I already had three women I was intimate with, I think every single one propositioned me. The likes of Ysolda wasn't a surprise. In fact, I think she was now rather desperate to sleep with... No, she wanted to be fucked, as that's exactly how she put it to me. It was a very tempting offer. Carlotta, who generally made it known her sole focus was her daughter, quite clearly felt me up as we danced to some music, whispering it had been too long since she'd had cock inside her. I'd always fancied her and it took some willpower not to give in immediately.
Then there was Adrienne, who was married to a man I respected, insisting he had already agreed to a threesome. We'd always got on well, being neighbours, and I didn't want to ruin any of that by bringing sex into the equation. She then suggested a foursome if one of my girls wanted to be involved. I did consider asking Lydia about that...
I could name them all but I'm sure by now you have at least some understanding of my... I hesitate to say predicament, but I managed to say no to them all, frankly because Lydia, Aela and Mirabelle went out of their way to keep my balls empty the entire time. If I wasn't eating, drinking, talking or dancing, I was in Breezehome fucking one or two of them.
The collective hangover at the end of festivities would probably be talked about for years to come. Everyone had a great time and that was the most important thing. One crisis was over, and while others loomed on the horizon, for the moment, Whiterun was safe.
It was probably a week after that I was approached by the other members of the Circle, Farkas and Vilkas hoping we could go cure ourselves as soon as possible. With nothing else on my plate, I figured a journey north would be perfect. What I didn't like was, after telling Mirabelle about it, she suggested that she should really return to the College for a little while.
The good news was that she had sent letters out to every jarl, asking if they wanted an arcane advisor. So far, she had heard positive news from the Jarl of Falkreath. It was closer than the College but it still wasn't Whiterun. We promised to speak about our future and decide what we all wanted to do. But at least we had a plan of what to do in the immediate future.
Three days later, with enough supplies to last us at least a week, I led what felt like a small convoy of Aela, Lydia, Mirabelle, Farkas and Vilkas, heading east then north, as we would stop at the College first, before heading to the Tomb of Ysgramor, where the four of us would be cured. It was surprising how completely on board Aela was regarding the cure, as when we had first met, she'd been adamant about not seeking one. She had mentioned something about wanting 'clean' children. I wasn't sure if the curse could be passed on or not, like how I wasn't sure if any children I sired would also have my gifts. Time would tell, I guess.
We made it to the College in a couple of days, and it was there that Aela told me that the rest would move on and camp by the shore near the tomb, leaving me alone with Mirabelle. I knew why but I still questioned the decision.
"Because we don't actually know when we'll be back, so spend some time with her alone," she suggested.
"Not you too?"
"No, Ragnar. Just you and Mirabelle. Take your time with each other. If you spend a couple of nights, I'm sure we'll survive regardless." I couldn't help but give her a kiss before she led the other three down the side path. Mirabelle and I led our horses over the bridge, leaving them in the area now designated to leave the horses of those visiting, before heading inside out of the cold. Tolfdir learned of our arrival and made his presence known rather quickly, but he didn't have much to report, only that a few had learned the Dragonborn was a student and had arrived in recent weeks.
We dined alone in her quarters that night before heading upstairs to gaze upon the night sky, taking an enormous rug so we could sit down then wrap ourselves up in furs. We shared a bottle of wine as we chatted away, and in those moments, I could forget about everything and everyone else. There was only Mirabelle. Ever so briefly, I would also think of Muiri, not comparing the two, but simply think of all the things we could have done together if she hadn't been taken. Nowadays, whenever I did think about her, it was only to regret the life we hadn't been able to share together.
When it simply grew too cold, we headed back to her quarters where, to put it simply, we made love. By now, Mirabelle loved getting on her knees to pleasure me. When we first started being intimate, she'd rarely done it, admitting over time that it was simply a confidence thing, thinking she wasn't good at it. I assured her that technique didn't particularly matter, it was the fact she was willing to do it. And, of course, I always returned the favour, though she knew I loved going down on her regardless.
We made love for what felt like hours. My body was a marvel nowadays, my cock able to stay hard despite enjoying a tremendous orgasm, occasionally switching positions so Mirabelle could either ride my cock, which she adored, or she had learned to enjoy being bent over on her knees, though I usually lifted her up so she could lean against me. We both loved that position.
Though we may have longed to last all night, we simply wore each other out over time, but cuddling at the end was the best way to finish the night. In those moments, we might lay in contented silence, or chat about things that didn't really matter. That first night, though, she did broach one subject I had actually expected since we'd made love the first time.
"Tell me about her."
I knew who she meant. Mirabelle knew the basics about Muiri but I had never gone into great detail, understanding that it was still a wound after all this time.
That night, though, I told her everything. She knew most of my history, but I told her every little detail. Of how we'd met. How I'd killed for her. How I'd courted her. How we'd fallen in love. Married. Fallen pregnant. Then how she was taken from me. And how I took revenge. She knew parts of the story but had never heard the whole thing. I no longer wept telling the story. Nowadays, I only thought of the good times we'd spent together. I could close my eyes and still see her standing before me at the altar in her white dress. Occasionally, my mind would drift and I'd think of the better times and... well, I would have a natural reaction.
Muiri pulled me onto my side so she could spoon into me. "I can still hear how much you love her," she whispered.
"Always will, Belle." I kissed her cheek. "But now you are my Breton goddess. She would definitely approve." I paused before adding, "And I love you just as much as I did her."
She didn't say anything for a while until I heard a sniff, rolling her over to see her eyes glistening in the candlelight. She kissed me softly but couldn't really say anything, so I just held her tight to my body. "And I'd marry you in a heartbeat too," I stated softly, "Though... I'm not sure... You know..."
