The Dragonborn Comes

Chapter 3 - The Witch, the (Chantry) Sister and the Dragonborn

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Waking up in a soft bed in only my undergarments, I ran a hand down my face, trying to remember where I was. The last thing I remembered was fighting darkspawn in the tower. After that, it was all a bit hazy. Glancing to my left, I noticed Cerys fast asleep beside me, also in only her underwear. Lifting my head slightly, I could see our armour perched against the far wall. In the middle of the wall was a fireplace, a small fire currently providing a little light and warmth. The room was otherwise sparsely furnished. Rather barren and cold if not for the fire.

Cerys woke up beside me with a yawn. "Where are we?" she asked quietly.

"I have absolutely no idea." Looking down again, I noticed I had no injuries to speak of. I thought I'd have broken bones or at least wounds everywhere, but I appeared fine. So did Cerys after a cursory glance of her body and legs.

"What do you remember?" she asked.

I shrugged. "Fighting in the tower. Taking down the big ogre. After that, I'm not so sure."

She placed an arm across my chest and shuffled closer. "Do you think we're alone?"

"No idea. Why?"

"Well, we're in bed, nearly naked. Why not take advantage of it?"

"Cerys, we've talked about this. I know I'm your sworn warrior, but I gave your father..."

"He's dead, Ragnar. He's dead. They're all dead." Her voice caught as I looked at her. "I want to feel alive. I feel like I'm just waiting for the inevitable here. And before I die, I want to stop denying myself what I want."

"What do you want?"

"You, silly. Do you know how long I've wanted you? Since the day we sparred that first time, when we couldn't even understand each other."

"I had no idea. But what do you think having sex with me will do?"

She ran a hand down my cheek. "I need this, Ragnar. I need you. Please... You turned me down the other night. Please don't do it again."

She was nearly begging. My resistance pretty much cracked. I didn't particularly find neediness attractive, but I found

her

attractive. I always had. But I had one card left to play. "Cerys, I've always seen you like a..."

"But I'm not," she interrupted, "So that isn't a problem for me. I've always found you... well, you're a fellow warrior, ruggedly handsome and rather charming when you want to be. It's a problem in that head of yours, Ragnar. Looks at it this way. I'm a young and very willing woman here, who wants you right now, this minute. So... What's the problem?"

It was time to be blunt. "As long as you're not expecting anything more than sex. I don't do relationships."

She laughed, which was a good sound. "Ragnar, that's all I've ever wanted from you."

"Oh, really?" She nodded. "Oh, well... That's good, I guess."

So I kissed her as her hand wasted no time going into my underwear, quickly finding my rapidly hardening cock. A smile formed as she seemed pleased by what she felt, gently stroking me as it slowly filled to its full length. "By the Maker," she whispered, "I had no idea."

My own hands were exploring her body, her bra quickly disappearing while she helped take off her panties, my underwear joining hers. She then surprised me by simply pulling me over on top of her, my face no doubt reflecting my thoughts. "I just want you inside me, Ragnar."

She wasn't lying, as my fingers went to her slit, inserting a finger to find her already wet and willing. I gave her one last opportunity to back out. "Are you sure, Cerys? We do this, it changes things."

She kissed me hard before whispering, "Just shut up and fuck me." I was careful as I slowly opened her up, sliding a few inches inside. She gasped as I did so, no doubt surprised. Then the smile on her face broadened as she placed both hands on my arse. "All the way in," she said quietly.

It took a few gentle thrusts, but I soon had my entire length inside her, feeling her wiggle to adjust before I slowly started to fuck her properly. Wrapping one leg around me, she beckoned me to up the pace rather quickly. Running her hands through my hair, she pulled me down to kiss her again before breaking it to whisper in my ear, "Harder."

"Why not ride me?" I asked, "It'll hit all the right spots."

"Later. Right now, I want to be fucked hard."

Grabbing her other leg, I placed that over my shoulder for a better angle and started to thrust harder still, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing around the otherwise quiet room. She was trying to remain quiet though the occasional loud moan slipped out, along with exultations to the Maker or compliments to my prowess or size. Or she'd just tell me to fuck her, then fuck her harder.

The only time either of us knew we were being watched was when we heard a voice say, "Well, well, pardon for interrupting."

I immediately stopped and glanced to see Morrigan watching us intently. Glancing at Cerys, her face was already glowing bright red, gently pushing at my chest. I pulled back, my erection popping free as Cerys started looking for her underwear. She quickly put those on before walking across the room, throwing on a shirt. She looked back, still embarrassed before walking out the door.

I remained sitting where I was, scratching my head, my cock still hard as a rock. So I sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at Morrigan. "Did you need something?"

"I'm rather amused by the fact that the first thing you two do when waking up is starting to fuck each other."

"It wasn't my intention, but I couldn't say no. I think she was finding some comfort in it. Cerys is obviously now mortified and probably won't look at me against for quite a while. As for why, I get the feeling that was a long time coming..." I chuckled at the double entendre.

"I apologise if I cut your fun short." Then she smirked. "Do you need help with that?"

"With what?"

"Your rather swollen cock. Do you want help finishing?"

I couldn't help laugh. "You're kidding?"

"No. The last thing any man wants is blue balls. Cerys has left you high and dry, and since I was the one who unfortunately interrupted before you could finish, as a way of apology, I will help you out."

"You're serious?"

"I'm not going to fuck you. But, if you'd like, I'll blow you to completion."

What was I going to say? No? Unlikely. So Morrigan got on her knees and proved an expertise in cocksucking I found surprising. She didn't even clean my dick before starting, so obviously didn't mind the fact that my cock probably tasted like Cerys to begin with. But she was soon deepthroating me without a problem, which impressed me considering I was an above average man, and since I was already on the boil while fucking Cerys, she was doing all she could to finish me off rather quickly.

"You're pretty good," I stated.

That caused her to stop briefly, still stroking my cock. "Pretty good?"

"Okay, damned impressive."

"That's better," she retorted, my entire length disappearing into her mouth and down her throat. She let me run a hand through her hair and her eyes were mesmerising as they looked into mine. She knew exactly what to do, how to do it, and it wasn't long before I felt that old familiar feeling. Letting her know I was close, she didn't let me finish in her mouth, but did drop her dress and stroked me off as I left hot sticky ropes on her breasts. Once I was done, I collapsed back on the bed, sucking in a bunch of deep breaths.

She stood up and then sat down again, straddling my lap, looking down at me. She wasn't wearing panties as I could feel the heat of her sex against my only slightly shrinking cock. "Do you think you can answer some questions?"

I laughed. "You just did that so I'd be agreeable. But sure, why not..."

"What is the Dragonborn?"

"A man born with the blood and soul of the dragon. According to prophecy, I am the last one."

"What brought you here? My mother and I know nothing of this legend."

"The will of the gods. I'm obviously not native to Thedas."

"So where are you from?"

"Tamriel, a province by the name of Skyrim."

"What sort of power do you wield?"

"My Thu'um, the voice of dragons. And when I kill a dragon, I absorb its soul, making me even more powerful."

She paused a moment as she lifted herself up and inserted my already hardening cock inside her, listening to the gasp as she slowly lowered herself down, taking the entire length in one slow but fluid movement. "What about magic? Do you have any knowledge?"

"Limited at best. I haven't tried wielding it here. There's no point. I'm a warrior, not a mage."

I watched her with surprise as she started to ride me. "If you were to have a child, would it also have dragon soul?"

I shrugged. "No idea. Never given it much thought." Then I paused. "Hang on, I thought you weren't going to fuck me... Add to that, you walked in on me fucking someone else."

She laughed. "Don't worry, I'm not riding you to completion, or, at least, I'm hoping you won't cum before I do. It was a simple question. And as to your other point, I want an orgasm now considering I helped give you one. And I just had to try what's inside me now. You've got a big cock, and it's just sex, Ragnar. You're overthinking things."

I'd never been told I overthought things, knowing I generally thought with my dick. So I let her ride me. She felt fantastic, and I didn't think I'd be capable of finishing again anytime soon anyway. She kept asking me various questions about my life, whether on Skyrim or on Thedas, asking questions about Cerys and the Grey Wardens. Being as distracted as I was, which I think was definitely her intention, I remained generally truthful. Then she quieted down as she started to ride me even faster, leaning forward with both hands on my chest, feeling the walls of her pussy start to do that usual thing which suggested an orgasm with imminent.

"You are gifted in more ways than one, Dragonborn," she whispered. She covered her mouth when she orgasmed, her body shuddering for a good few seconds before she stilled, taking a series of deep breaths. She surprised me by then leaning down to gently kiss my lips, before she simply got up off my lap and fixed her dress, grabbing a towel to wipe herself down first. "I'm guessing that will remain between us?"

"Sure," I replied with a shrug, "Not like I'm going to tell Cerys I ended up fucking someone else immediately after her."

After wiping myself down, I slowly dressed myself in my armour, picking up my weapons as well, before wandering outside. We were at the same shack as before, when we'd been looking for the Warden treaties. Alistair and Cerys were sitting around a campfire with the old lady, who introduced herself as Flemeth. She looked at me as if she knew exactly what we'd been doing. Cerys still looked embarrassed, unable to meet my eye. I felt a little guilty, considering I'd been fucking her before Morrigan, but if she realised, she didn't mention anything.

Alistair explained the idea he had, Cerys readily agreeing with him. At least we had a plan, so I just went along with it. Flemeth then said that Morrigan would be going along with us. I almost burst into laughter while Alistair asked why. Cerys didn't seem worried about it, as Flemeth told Alistair that we would need Morrigan's help.

Before we left, Flemeth pulled me to one side. "Careful with her, Dragonborn," she warned, keeping her voice down, "I know who you are too. Don't let her influence that mind of yours. My daughter will definitely have her own designs on you and your little group and she obviously has her... qualities." She laughed as my face was obviously priceless. "Nothing to be ashamed about. You're probably not the first and definitely won't be the last."

I didn't know what to say, so simply nodded a silent thanks before joining the other three, Alistair suggesting that we should head back to Lothering.

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Alistair explained what happened to us on the way to Lothering. Teryn Loghain had abandoned the field. King Cailan, Duncan and thousands of soldiers had been slaughtered by the darkspawn. There were survivors, but they were few, far between, and of no use to us. As for the Wardens, they were considered traitors to the crown.

Lothering was full of the desperate, the frightened and the hopeless. The four of us knew immediately there was nothing we could do to help any of them. There must have been hundreds, if not thousands of refugees, all of them fleeing the menace looming on the horizon. There were no guards around, which was an immediate concern, though the Templar we found at the village gates explained everything. Loghain had taken the local ruler and all his guards to Denerim. The village had been left to defend itself, with only a few Templars capable of fighting back. We could have offered our services but it would have been futile.

Wandering into the village proper, we came to a stop to discuss our next step.

"We have few supplies, and I doubt this town has much to give. Should we grab anything?" Alistair asked.

"We should buy at least enough food to last a day or two so we can make Redcliffe," Cerys replied.

"And these people?" I wondered.

"The Maker will decide," Alistair said despairingly, "There is little we can do, Ragnar. If we stay here, we die with them."

There was only one shop and a Chantry that may have supplies and more news. We tried the Chantry first and the news we received was as bad as we could have thought. Ferelden was collapsing entirely. A king possibly murdered. The Wardens accused. Loghain making a play for the crown. Our only potential ally sick and possibly dying if not already dead. There was little good news at all, and the Revered Mother could only give us good tidings.

Approaching the tavern, the lone Templar guard on duty stopped us. "Wardens?"

"I am and she is," Alistair replied, "My other two colleagues," Morrigan and I, "Are not."

"I'd be careful when entering. Loghain left a few men behind, looking for people such as yourself."

"And you?"

"You'll have no fight with me, Warden. I don't believe the rumours. The Wardens can be many things, but responsible for regicide? No, not possible." He paused before adding, "And if I hear any fighting inside, I'll be sure not to investigate too quickly."

The four of us entered the tavern, the entire place falling silent at our appearance. I glanced around, taking account of people who would be trouble, but they were mostly scared civilians. The four at the bar, though, would be trouble. Turning towards us, Alistair stood out considering the Warden symbol on his armour. Cerys also had new armour with the Warden crest that I knew she was already wearing proudly.

"Them's Wardens," one of them stated.

"It appears so," another stated. He sounded moderately educated, so may have been the leader, "One male, average height and build, blonde hair, brown eyes. One woman, black hair, blue eyes, slight build, below average height."

"Who are you calling below average?" Cerys retorted.

"You have been condemned to death by Teryn Loghain for the loss of King Cailan and the army at Ostagar. You have committed treason against the people of Ferelden. Surrender now and we promise you a clean death."

"Go fuck yourself," I said.

"Now, now, no need for that. We would prefer to finish this amicably."

Hands went to weapons though none were unsheathed just yet. But I knew this would only end with death. Then a woman approached, dressed in the uniform of the Chantry. She had fiery red hair and a pair of blue eyes that, when they met mine, seemed to sparkle with mischief and gods know what else. But it was when she opened her mouth, I didn't know an accent could make men weak at the knees. Hers made me a puddle on the ground.

"Surely there is no need for violence," she said softly, "This is a place of rest and relaxation."

"Stay out of this sister. This ain't no business of yours," their leader said.

I stepped forward. I was usually an intimidating man. On size alone, I was larger than all of them. "I'll ask you only the once. Keep your weapons sheathed and fuck off."

They didn't do as I requested, as four weapons were unsheathed immediately. Mine was unsheathed the fastest, the upward cut slicing the throat of their leader. He was busy choking on his own blood as I stabbed forward at the man next to him. He parried that as I quickly adjusted my hand and sliced upward. Bringing his shield forward, he attempted to bash me, so I stepped back and to the side. He was now exposed as I cut him where his armour was weakest, hearing his cry. He twirled around, but too fast, and as he was off balance, I cut him down.

The other two were being handled, one already dead, while the Chantry sister had a dagger at the throat of the last one. "Wait, keep that one alive," Cerys ordered. The sister agreed, lowering her weapon as Cerys grabbed hold of him by the throat. "Now, you will return to Loghain and tell him we know the truth."

"What truth is that?" he croaked out as Cerys squeezed.

"The Wardens are innocent. Loghain fled the field as a coward. And the punishment for regicide is death." Letting go of his throat, she pointed to the door with her sword. "Now, as my friend here said earlier, fuck off."

He skedaddled without a backwards glance as weapons were sheathed. Looking around, civilians looked at us in silence. The atmosphere was one of absolute fear. They had no idea who we were, and they'd just seen us almost casually cut down three armed men. Cerys quietly suggested we should make a move, the sister joining us as we headed out.

Back outside, the sister introduced herself as Leliana, one of the sisters of the local Chantry. We asked why she had involved herself in something that didn't really concern her. "I didn't like the look of those men. They were mean and refused to pay for their food and drink. They spent all their time intimidating the civilians."

"Well, thanks for the assist," I said.

"There's one other reason. It will probably sound a little crazy."

I shared a glance with Cerys, who smirked in my direction. "Probably no crazier than what I can share with you, so give it a shot."

"I had a vision from the Maker that someone just like you would arrive here, with Warden allies, and that I must assist you to defeat the darkspawn threat. Does that sound crazy?"

I looked at Cerys. She just shrugged. "I've heard crazier things. She's clearly capable with those daggers though."

"What do you think?" I asked Alistair.

"We're going to need all the help we can get. If she can get the Maker to help send the darkspawn back to hell, even better."

"I had a vision. I don't actually speak to him," Leliana said quietly.

I definitely wanted her to stay. For the first time I could remember, I actually felt... something. Well, something more than just wanting to see her naked and then with my cock buried inside her. It was an unusual feeling. I didn't think it was love, though who knows. The fact she was gorgeous helped. Alistair eventually made the decision with Cerys that she could accompany us.

Leading us back to the Chantry, she helped gather us a few supplies as we would no doubt be camping as we wandered Ferelden. A few tents, some sleeping bags, a few water bottles we could fill up and any food they could spare. We didn't like taking from the needy, but we would be fighting on the front lines and couldn't afford to starve. She returned to us, no longer in her Chantry robes but in tight-fitting leather armour, that accentuated all her features, including some fine looking cleavage, and a pair of legs that... Let's just say I needed to readjust myself as I couldn't help look her up and down. I'm sure she knew too.

Before leaving Lothering behind, albeit with heavy hearts, knowing many civilians were probably going to die, we walked past a caged prisoner. Gathering around the cage, Alistair whistled at the sheer size of the brute. Though the cage was about a foot off the ground, I guessed he would be the same height if not half a head to a head higher. Broad shouldered with thick arms and legs, he was a giant. He simply looked at us with a blank stare.