The Dragonborn Comes
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The Dragonborn Comes

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Chapter 10 - The Delights of Denerim

Our journey to Denerim was interesting for one simple fact. Remembering my conversation with Alistair, I did all I could to subtly steer Cerys in his direction. If she still wanted to fuck me, I'd happily agree, but if I could make my life just that slight easier at the same time, even better. So when it came to sleeping arrangements, we had two tents, so said I would share with Leliana, which was pretty bloody obvious, and he would share with Cerys.

The first night, Leliana and I just cuddled. It had been a long day on horseback, and it had been so long since I'd been in a saddle, except for the quick to and from the Circle, that my crotch was killing me. Even Leliana trying to blow me hurt, so she quite happily snuggled. That's right, I said snuggled.

But the human body is a wonderful thing and will adapt quickly to new things. So when we made camp the second night, about half a day's ride away from Denerim, I whispered to Leliana that we could fuck that night. She had a smile on her face the rest of the night. After dinner and a shared drink, we headed to bed and she wasted no time getting both of us naked. But before we started, I had to suggest something.

"Make a lot of noise," I requested.

"Why?"

I thumbed in the direction of the other two. "Because of them."

"Will you as well?"

"Leliana, I am going to let them know exactly what I think about your body, your pussy, your mouth, everything."

"And what are you hoping for?"

"Honestly, two things. One, I'm helping a brother get laid. And, two, if Cerys has someone else to fuck, maybe her attention for me will lessen." I held up a hand. "I know, sounds slightly manipulative, but she was originally showing an interest in him, so I'm trying to re-ignite it. Of course, it could backfire, and she'll try and join us, but I'm hoping Alistair will take advantage."

The next hour or so was incredibly hot, passionate, sexy, loving, and all the other words I couldn't think of, but we also put on quite the audible show, Leliana letting the world know how big my dick was, how much she loved it and how much it made her cum. Anyone who happened to walk or ride past our camp would have thought 'Damn, those two are really fucking each other!' Whatever the case, Leliana and I remained alone all night, and slept blissfully having exhausted each other again.

Breakfast that morning was amusing. Alistair looked... I'm not sure. Delighted in one moment, shocked and even embarrassed in another. Cerys met my eyes and shrugged. On the ride towards Denerim, I led the way, Alistair alongside me. "Something wrong, Alistair?" I finally asked, as he'd been unusually quiet all morning.

"Were you doing that on purpose last night?"

"What?"

"You know, all that noise and everything?"

"That? Completely normal," and obviously bullshit, "Why do you ask?"

He moved his horse as close as possible. "Because if you were, it worked," he whispered.

"Really?" He smiled and nodded. "Good for you."

"It's not just that, Dragonborn." I would have sighed, but it appeared nearly everyone except Leliana and Solona would call me that, and maybe Cerys too. "Before last night, I'd never been with a woman."

I know my jaw dropped as I looked at him, my face no doubt one of surprise. Then I laughed. "Fuck off!"

His nod was only adamant. "I was. Alistair Theirin was a virgin. It's a long story, not one that really needs to be shared for now, but I'm being honest."

I rested a hand on his shoulder. "Good for you. Happy for you. Cerys is a fine woman."

"She is. I really like her."

It was his first lover, and as he was perhaps a similar age to me, he was bound to fall in love with her. But if I compared him to me, then he was taking the better road. "Well, I wouldn't go telling her that straight away. You'll scare her off. What do you know about courting a woman? And don't ask me, as it's clear I don't court. I just... you know..."

"A little, I guess."

"Then do what you know and what you think is best. Cerys will understand and, if she feels the same way, she'll respond."

"So last night was?"

"Oh, she was probably horny or something."

That made him laugh, at least. "I know you'd never admit it either way, but thanks. I don't know if you spoke to her or not, but we talked a lot last night, and she was the one who made the first move, so at least she was willing to sleep with me."

"You judge yourself harshly, Alistair. You're a good man. And there is no shame in waiting for the right woman."

"Thanks."

Stabling our horses in the stables near the city gates, we came to a stop at the scene that greeted us. In the little more than a year I'd lived in Ferelden, I'd never been to the capital city. The other three had, and I could see the shock. There was a heavy presence of town guard, who were checking every single person wishing to enter. Above the gates, lining the wall, were the heads of... gods knew who on a series of pikes. Gallows had been built on which other bodies were hanging. Some looks fresh, others looked like they had been hanging for some time.

"This is wrong. So very, very wrong," Leliana muttered.

Even outside the city walls, you could sense, even taste the fear. Those who were trying to enter looked meek and afraid of the guards. Those exiting were almost running away, though most appeared to be farmers, so assumed they were those that tended the farmland spread across the nearby area.

I was thankful that Cerys and Alistair were not wearing anything that had the Warden symbol, but all four of us also wore cloaks to hide the fact we were armed. We carried our weapons outside the cloaks, but I noticed many others with weapons being allowed through, so that was okay. We had to wait some time to enter, and the guards were curious. When they asked us to remove our hoods, Leliana coughed, claiming we had some sort of illness. I thought they were going to tell us to piss off, but she said the Chantry had healing, and as Andrastrians, all were accepted. The guards bought that bullshit, and they let us in.

As we would need to spend the night at least, we looked around for a tavern, deciding to split up, just in case we were eventually recognised. Leliana and I found this little place with only a couple of rooms that allowed plenty of privacy. It cost more than a room at a tavern, but after being shown the room by the landlady, it would be worth every penny. Meeting up with the other two an hour later, we wandered the streets of the capital, and I was disgusted by what I saw. To call it brutal was an understatement. People near cowered away from the guard patrols, who seemed to take delight in frightening everyone.

Then a group of four walked towards me and I stood my ground. I could hear Cerys mutter something, but if there was a group of people I hated, it was bullies. I stood firm as one of them bumped into me. "What's your problem?" he growled.

"Nothing."

"Well, move then."

"Why don't you?"

Two of them converged on me. "You some sort of smartarse? You know what happens to smartarses?"

"They end up working the city guard?"

Alistair couldn't help himself, bursting into laughter. I thought we were about to have a fight, as the one talking squared up at me. But he had to look up to meet my eyes, and my glare was unflinching. I had my cloak on, but I was broad and with my armour, would have looked bigger. He eventually turned tail with the other three. Once out of earshot, I called them fuckwits.

"Yeah, draw attention to us," Cerys muttered.

"I won't take bullshit, Cerys. Not from complete fuckwits like them. If they are an example of the guard, then Howe has obviously recruited people just like him."

Point made, we headed for a tavern, Leliana suggesting they were the best place to gain information. We wandered for a while until I noticed a sign for a tavern that jogged my memory. "Wait, we should go in here."

"The Pearl?" Leliana asked, "You do know what this place is, right?"

"A tavern?"

"And a bordello."

"So what? I'm here with you guys. And I've heard things about this place. I'm sure you'll gather the information you want."

We wandered in and took a seat at one of the booths. A waitress approached, taking our order. I looked around, noticing the girls who were working. It took a while but I eventually recognised one. Surprisingly, she recognised me, disappearing for a minute, before both of them appeared, walking towards me excitedly.

I got up and embraced both of them. "Hello, girls!"

"Ragnar!" they exclaimed, bathing my cheeks in kisses, "What are you doing here?" Jaina asked

"You're alive? We heard nearly everyone died," Lenina added.

I leaned back, seeing the smiles on their faces. I never thought a working girl would look so happy to see a client. "A few of us managed to survive." I gestured towards the table. "Cerys and Alistair fought with me at Ostagar. And Leliana is from Lothering. As for why we're here, we're here for work."

Jaina ran a finger down my chest. "And maybe a little pleasure?"

Lenina hung off my shoulder. "More than a little, that's what I remember."

There was a cleared throat, glancing to see Cerys looking in my direction. She was amused but trying to appear stern. "Care to explain, Ragnar?"

"This is Jaina. This is Lenina. We shared a wonderful night together before Ostagar."

Alistair burst into laughter. "Hang on, you mean during the ritual?"

"Yep. I had my own ritual."

"Ritual? I was sore for a couple of days afterwards," Jaina admitted.

"And now every man I'm with, I compare them to you. I'm always disappointed," Lenina added.

"You had both of them?" Cerys asked.

"Both of us, every hole too," Jaina exclaimed happily, "Two gold coins each. Do you know what girls like us can do with two gold coins?"

"So, are you here for pleasure, Ragnar?" Lenina wondered, "Would you like just Jaina and I again, or would you like more? We told all the girls about you. They were very jealous."

There was another cleared throat, this time from Leliana. She wasn't unhappy, but she wasn't about to just sit there and watching me disappear to fuck a couple of working girls. And I wasn't considering it anyway. I had honestly just wanted to make sure they were still alive after Ostagar. So I had to disappoint them. They pouted, of course, no doubt hoping for another gold coin or two, but I assured them that I might be back one day. I received another kiss on the cheek from the pair before they got back to work.

Sitting back down, the other three looked at me silently. "What?" I asked innocently.

"Seriously?" Cerys asked, chuckling to herself, "Can you not go one day without putting your dick in someone?"

"Look, I have my own ritual before battle. Some men will pray to their gods. Some men will drink to find courage. I like to fuck. I do that, empty my balls, and though it's all in your head, I feel lighter, my mind clearer, and I'm completely focused on the job at hand."

I looked at Leliana. She shrugged. "You didn't even know me. I'm not going to judge who you've slept with before. Plus, they looked like a couple of sweet, young things. No wonder you chose them, and they definitely seemed to like you. More than they should like their clients, in all honesty."

The waitress returned with drinks, taking our food order as well. Leliana proved she wasn't mad, taking my arm to wrap around her, resting her hand on my thigh, which was soon stroking it gently. I sipped at my beer as Alistair and Cerys discussed the situation in Denerim and across Ferelden, only interrupted by the arrival of our food. It was surprisingly good, considering where we were, and we all cleared our plates. I thought there would have been shortages, particularly regarding food, but this tavern appeared to be well supplied at least.

After lunch, we carried out some reconnaissance, looking for Genitivi's house. We had the address and locating it wasn't too difficult. Knocking on the door, it was opened by someone that probably wasn't who we're looking for. "Hello, we're looking for Brother Genitivi."

"He's not here," the man replied, and he immediately tried to close the door.

I jammed my foot to prevent the door closing. "Well, can you tell us where he is? It's important."

The man sighed. "I don't know. He disappeared a while ago. Hasn't been back since."

"And that doesn't concern you."

"I'm not his boss. He can do what he likes. Now, please remove your foot from the doorway. I have important work to complete."

Something about his attitude... No, scratch that. His attitude pissed me off. But before I could put my fist into his mouth, Leliana grabbed my shoulder, leaned forward thanking the man, before turning me away. She could see I was angry and it was amazed what a simple kiss from her could do. I was like the beast tamed by the beauty. Huh, I wonder if you could read stories about that...

I decided that he had something to hide, and suggested Leliana could use her skills. Cerys and Alistair would head back to their lodging and meet us the next morning. We didn't want to remain in Denerim for longer than possible. Leliana would break into the house that night, while I would cover her. We'd hopefully have the information we needed when we met the next day.

Returning to our lodging, we had to wait until nightfall. What was the best way to pass the time? We agreed that stripping Leliana naked and burying my face in her pussy was the best way. I didn't even bother taking off my armour as hers ended up piled on the floor, she laid back on the bed, her arse just about hanging off the bed as I got on my knees and went to town. While I spent most of her time and around her pussy, I slightly lifted her up and started to tongue her arsehole too. She loved that, though she did stop me for a moment. "I've not done it before. But I'm willing to do it with you."

"We'll need certain things before we try. But did you enjoy what I was doing?"

"Yes, very much so. Keep doing it."

So I did, though to make it easier, I flipped her over, stuck two fingers in her pussy while I continued to lick her arse. She came hard. Very hard. Before she had a chance to recover, I had my pants down, cock out, and quickly inside her. She squealed out before meeting my thrusts. I lifted her body against mine, holding her up by her wonderful breasts. I pretty much just pounded her, enjoying the moans she made. She tried to shout out certain things but at the pace I was fucking her, they were generally cut off.

Letting go of her body, she laid her head down on the bed, but spread her legs slightly so it was even easier for me to penetrate her. Holding her by the hips, she just kept repeating, "Fuck me," over and over. I looked down, watching my entire length disappeared and reappear so fast, it made my head spin. Licking my finger, I thought I'd up the ante, rubbing her puckered little hole. She squirmed when I did that. "Naughty," she breathed.

"I can't wait to fuck your arse."

She took a deep breath, feeling the walls of her pussy tighten at the thought. "Me too. Though you will be gentle, yes?"

"Of course."

"Good. But you fuck me as hard as you want now."

"When I finish, I'm cumming on your arse."

"Oh, yes please."

So that's what I did. She practically fell over, so hard I was fucking her, and she came again before I did. It was her second orgasm that sent me over the edge, barely pulling out in time. I missed the first couple of times, the first rope streaking all the way up her back, as did the second one. The third one scored a direct hit, right on top of her little hole, the rest coating her arse cheeks. I had to step back and admire my work.

"Beautiful," I said.

"You ruined me," she said, "I love it!" She paused again. "Gentle next time, yes?"

I walked around the bed and got on my knees as she crawled across the bed towards me, leaving a gentle kiss on her lips. "Anything for you," I whispered.

"Give me a few minutes."

"I'll get a cloth and some water. We should both wash."

I threw on some underwear. The landlady had definitely heard everything, and she definitely appreciated the fact I headed downstairs in just my underwear. She was delighted to give me a bucket of hot water and cloth, and I politely thanked her. Returning to our room, Leliana hadn't moved. She always carried things like soap and perfume in her bag, so I grabbed those and soon had the water ready.

Now, don't get me wrong, I love sex. Love to fuck. Love... making love. But there are other times I love just as much that doesn't involve my dick being inside someone, or me doing something to someone else that involves an orgasm at the end. And Leliana loved every second of me washing her down. The scent of her soap reminded me of strawberries. I enjoyed just cleaning her, almost making her pure once again. Even with the faint scars, her body was perfect, as they were now part of her. Once her back was clean, I flipped her over and started to clean her front. That just made her giggle, considering she was clean, though I insisted I saw the smallest spec of dirt on her stomach. I spent a lot of attention cleaning her breasts, of course. They always get dirty the most.

Once she was clean, she returned the favour, having me stand up as she washed me down from top to bottom. She had to get on her tippy-toes to clean my face, even doing my hair, though I kind enough to dip my head for that. I probably hadn't smelled that good in years!

Then we cuddled, her body pressed into mine, our skins till warm after our wash. Her hands gently run up and down my back, tracing the occasional scar or just appreciating the muscle I'd built up over the years. Her skin was soft to the touch, so different to mine, so... feminine. Yes, she was a rogue, dangerous on the battlefield, dangerous anywhere really, and had those scars to prove it, but she was all woman, who loved the things women seemed to like. Don't ask me, I didn't really know, though she talked about shoes and boots a lot, and I had actually picked some flowers for her while were in Redcliffe. All I know is that I... really liked her.

We ended up in bed, enjoying a short nap, not bothering to dress. We woke up when it was dark, and although we didn't know the time, the fact it was dark meant we could make a move. I lit a couple of candles and we dressed in armour, just to be on the safe side. Just as we were about to head out, the landlady stopped us. "There's a curfew," she told us. "Whatever you're doing, you might not have long."

"How long do we have?"

"Maybe two hours at most. And the patrols are merciless. People have been killed for just being on the path outside their house."

I gestured to my hip. "I think we'll be fine, but thanks for the warning."

"If you kill one or two of them in return, just don't lead them back here."

"Don't worry, you'll be fine."

The streets were near deserted. Walking past one or two taverns, there was enough noise to suggest that people either didn't care about the curfew, or would wait until the last minute. Despite the impending curfew, any passing guard gave us no more than a cursory glance, with at most a muttered warning for us to clear off the street soon. Finding Genitivi's house was easy enough, as we'd made sure not to stay too far away.

I would keep watch as Leliana would infiltrate. She had only one request. Give her ten minutes, and if she wasn't back, come in swinging. I kissed her, cupped her cheek a final time, then she disappeared into the darkness. I kept watch on the door, willing it to open after only five minutes. It was so quiet, it was spooky, as if Denerim itself was empty of life.

I'm sure it was longer than ten minutes, but with no sign of Leliana, I made a quick decision. Unsheathing my sword, I approached the door, putting my ear to the door. I could hear a noise inside, then a raised voice. I knew, then and there, she'd been discovered. I stepped a dozen steps back, then charged forward. The door didn't stand a chance against my bulk, bursting open and I nearly fell on my face.

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