The Dragonborn Comes Ch. 26

Chapter 26 - The Joys of a Mature Woman

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Let's start this rather simply. Natia was incredibly sore the next day. So sore that, even with a cushion, she couldn't sit down. No surprise whatsoever, considering I'd spent at least a couple of hours fucking her arse. I was fairly sure she wouldn't ask me to do that anytime soon. In fact, I think anything physical would probably be off the table for at least a few days. That didn't stop her from waking up beside me and cuddling into me, thanking me over and over against for the night before.

Her condition did lead to a few chuckles at breakfast, particularly as she had no problem explaining why. That led to plenty of glances in my direction. Morrigan simply smirked, complimenting Brosca on the fact she was willing to do it. Sereda shook her head in amazement. Solona just looked at me, mouth agape. Leliana giggled, readily agreeing with Brosca that it felt really good, though admitted a whole night of it would be too much for her. My final glance was at Lyna, and she could barely meet my eyes, though her cheeks were very red. I wondered if I should talk to her, particularly to assure her that I didn't expect that from her.

Meeting with Eamon a little later, he said we should leave in three days' times, so we'd have two full days to spend around Redcliffe. He seemed to have an idea of what I was like, making himself laugh as he suggested I could wear myself out in other ways instead of fighting darkspawn. My face must have been priceless as his laughter increased. "I was a young man once too, Ragnar. Granted, I didn't have a harem of women to satisfy, but I've had my own share of lovers before Isolde."

"It's exhausting at times!"

"But I can see all four of them love you very much, Ragnar. You're a lucky man. Even the elven girl..."

"Lyna."

"Yes, even she has the same look already."

"I think the gods must love me."

"As I've already said, this castle is open to you. Though I'm assuming I won't see much of you before we leave for Denerim." He left the room, laughing away to himself. Well, at least he wasn't judging me for it.

Heading out to the courtyard, I couldn't spend my entire day fucking one girl then another, so I sought out Alistair, offering the chance for a sparring session. He took me up on it, and we spent a good couple of hours practising sword and shield work, before we decided on some exercise, going for a run a good couple of miles away from Redcliffe before turning and heading back, eventually ending up by the shore of the lake, taking a moment to splash some cold water in our face.

"Ragnar, can I ask you a serious question?"

I did wonder what he was going to ask. "Sure."

"Do you think I'll make a good king?"

I'll admit to a sense of relief that it wasn't about my personal life. "You're a good man, Alistair. If you remain a good man when taking the throne, and continue with that sense of justice I know you have, then you will make a great king."

He glanced away, looking over the lake, the castle high on the hill in the distance. It was a surprisingly warm day, barely a cloud in the sky. One of the nicest days I could remember. Shame the country was falling apart around us. "Can I ask another serious question?"

"Alistair, you're my friend. Just ask. You don't have to ask permission first."

"You know I love Cerys. I was wondering... I was thinking about marriage. If I were to ask, what do you think she'd say?"

"Yes."

"Really?" he asked, apparently surprised by my immediate response.

"She loves you, and I know she's already thinking about it too."

He nodded, glancing away again. "I don't want to marry Anora. Can you imagine how awkward that would be? He's Cailan's widow for starters. And I don't want to marry for convenience. Call me old fashioned, maybe naïve, but I want to marry the woman I love."

"I think you need to speak to Cerys."

"If I become king, I'd do anything to make her my queen."

"You definitely need to speak to Cerys. So do I, I think."

He glanced at me. "I think I know why."

I nodded. "I'll say no. She has to give me up."

"I don't mind."

I shook my head, laying a hand on her shoulders. "I know she loves you. Me? Call it... infatuation I guess. She doesn't love me, but she sees my life and, I don't know, thinks I'll always agree. But I can't, not anymore. Not after what you just told me. Do you know what you need to do?" He shook his head. "Find a ring. Propose to her. Let me talk to her first. I will tell her no." I trailed off and laughed at myself. "I guess I found the will to finally say that word."

"Thank you," he said.

I held out my hand, Alistair grasping it immediately. "We're in this together, Alistair. And once you take that throne, my sword will be yours."

We walked back to the castle together. I'm not sure Alistair was saying he would take the throne, but I think with each day that passed, his mind was coming around to the idea. I think, at heart, he still didn't really want it. But like being a Warden, he felt a sense of responsibility, and I knew he would do it as a sense of duty to his country and his people.

Making it back in time for lunch, we all sat down in the courtyard, enjoying the warmth of the sunshine together. A cask of ale was also brought out for us to drink, though most of us were sensible, only taking the one, as it was still early in the day. Once lunch was over, I searched out Cerys and escorted her inside, finding some privacy in the study. Asking her to sit down, I sat on the opposite side of the table.

"I can't do it," I said.

"Do what?"

"Have a threesome with you and Alistair."

"Why not?" she whined.

"Do you have any idea how much that man loves you?" I held up a hand to halt whatever she was going to say. "Cerys, he loves you, I mean head over heels, willing to die for you, wants to start a family with you, kind of love. And I can't get in the way of that. So I'm saying no. No more."

I thought she was going to get angry or upset. Instead, all she did was walk around the table, gesture for me to stand up, then she hugged me. "You're still my sworn warrior?"

"Until my death or the day I'm released, Lady Cousland," I assured her before kissing her forehead.

She lifted her head, and her eyes said she still adored me, but I would stand by my word. We would not be close that way again. She stood back and smiled before she left the room, suggesting she would look for Alistair. I hope I hadn't dropped in it. I hadn't mentioned the 'm' word, though Cerys wasn't stupid. She probably knew what I was insinuating.

I stayed in the study, reading over some of the notes Eamon had left out for us to read. Much of it didn't make good reading. The civil war was in full flow, neither side gaining a real advantage. And the news from Denerim was worse, Howe proving to be a brutal ruler. My absence must have been noticed, as my five girls appeared to be looking for me, Leliana appearing in the doorway, hearing her call 'He's in here', before she walked in, quickly followed by another human, an elf and two dwarves.

"Miss me?" I wondered.

"We were just wondering where you disappeared to."

I looked at Natia. "And how are you?"

"Still very tender. Part of me still wants to fuck you again right now though."

I couldn't help chuckle as the five all sat on the desk in front of me. "So, are you all after something?"

"Well, we have a couple of days' rest before we move on, Ragnar. We've talked and we know how we'd like to pass the time. We thought you would be thinking the same way," Leliana replied.

"You're probably right." I paused, before asking, "Not all of you together?"

"No, not this time at least," Solona said.

"I sense a but here...?"

There were a few shared glances. "Well, I think a night with all of us together would be a lot of fun. As long as you're there and involved, Natia and I have no problem being with a woman too," Leliana stated, "Sereda has never been with another woman in such a manner. Solona has at least had the pleasure of my fingers."

"I remember. So what are we doing now?"

"Well, we actually have a surprise for you," Natia said, reaching forward to grab my hand, "You should come with us."

I was intrigued by what they could possibly surprise me with, so I happily grabbed her hand and allowed myself to be led down the hallway to my bedroom. The door was closed, Leliana stepping forward to open it. I couldn't help smile as Wynne sat on the bed, looking at me as soon as I entered, looking incredibly nervous. "She told us what she wanted, Ragnar," Leliana explained, "She said you would wait until we returned here." I looked at Wynne, who could do nothing but blush, I guess now a little embarrassed as well.

"None of you mind?"

"Ragnar, there are already five of us. And Wynne has explained this will only be once. Is that right, Wynne?" Solona asked.

She nodded. "I just wanted to experience what you all have," she said softly.

"Just be gentle, Ragnar. She certainly wouldn't be able to handle what we did last night," Natia stated with a chuckle.

I hugged all five of my girls, Lyna whispering she couldn't wait for me that night, so I guess that's what I would be doing later, before I closed the door once they'd left, locking it and turning back towards Wynne. I walked slowly forward, taking both her hands in mine. "Are you nervous?"

"I feel like an eighteen-year-old girl about to experience her first time," she replied with a nervous laugh.

"Is that why you only want this once?"

"No, there's another reason." She let go of one of my hands, patting the bed next to her. After I sat down, she turned towards me, taking my hand again. "I'm dying, Ragnar." My face obviously showed my confusion, and definite sadness, so she continued. "Not because of my age. As you've told me more than once, I'm certainly not that old. Do you remember the Circle tower?"

"Hard to forget some of the things we experienced."

"I was wounded badly, and I was on death's door, ready to meet our Maker. But a spirit came through the Veil, and it is that spirit which is helping me remain alive." She opened her robes to show the scar across her stomach. "It was far worse when it happened. It took a lot of magic, and the power of the spirit itself, to heal me."

"I don't understand," I admitted.

She smiled and stroked my cheek. "You don't have to, Ragnar. All I know is this. I will finish what we've started together, by your side until the Archdemon is dead and the darkspawn defeated. After that, I'm not sure what will happen to me. But as long as the spirit is within me, I will live."

"Are you sure you can handle what we're about to do?"

She leaned forward. "I could always cum and go at the same time," she whispered. I couldn't help it, cracking up with laughter as I wrapped my arms around her. She found it funny too, both of us giggling away, like a pair of fools.

"Please don't do that to me," I managed to request through my chuckles.

Running a hand down my arm, she met my eyes. "I just wanted to experience what the girls have." Moving her hand to my chest, she added, "You're a good man, Ragnar, with a lot of love within that heart of yours. Some would find the lifestyle you have with the five out there strange. I'll admit I do too. But there is no doubt the love and affection you all share together. They are all lucky to have you in their lives."

"I feel the same way. But what of you?"

"Just make love to me this once, Ragnar. That's all I want." She paused, before adding, "I don't want a repeat of my first time."

We both started laughing again, waiting until that stopped before I leaned forward to kiss her. I could feel her nerves, particularly as I wrapped an arm around her waist, gently pulling her towards me, feeling her body shaking slightly. I leaned back as she returned a crooked grin. "Okay, incredibly nervous. It's been too long."

"I'll be gentle," I reassured her.

Her hands were soon exploring my body, running up and down my arms, a hand down my chest, and she was soon eager to remove most of my clothing. When it came to my underwear, she got off the bed and kneeled down in front of me, watching only my crotch as my cock popped free. "Maker," she whispered as I stepped out of everything, now standing before her nude. She stood up, still dressed herself, as she ran her hands over my body again, pressing her body into mine as she ran her hands up and down my back. "Warrior," she whispered, leaning back and adding, "You're a good looking man, Ragnar. Quite a few scars too."

"Been in a lot of fights."

I stood there, allowing her to enjoy the feel of my body. She seemed to really enjoy it, calming her nerves, and her hand soon found my crotch, wrapping her hand around my cock. "Maker's breath, Ragnar. Your gods certainly bestowed you with an impressive member." She gently stroked me, feeling it stiffen in her hand as I kissed her, wrapping an arm her too. Once I was completely hard, she had to look down again. "Wow..."

"I hear that a lot."

"No wonder." She looked at me, now a little unsure. "Would you like..."

"Why don't I undress you now?" She was immediately shy, and I knew why. "Wynne, you're a mature woman. Don't measure yourself against them. I'm here because I want to be here. And I want to see you as much as you wanted to see me."

"You do?"

"Definitely." Her robe was already open, so I helped remove that first. She wore only a bra and panties under that. She wasn't as slim as Leliana or Solona, her breasts larger and hips wider, but I assumed that came with age and having a child. But for someone near double my age, she was still beautiful. She saw me looking up and down, and I guess the fact I wasn't horrified made her happy. Kissing her again, I helped undo her bra to free her breasts. Once they were free, I had to have a look and it was my turn to say, "Wow."

"What?"

"Wynne, they are large, and they are spectacular!" Continuing to kiss her, I put my thumbs in the band of her panties and helped down them down until she needed to step out of them, again stepping back. "Ah, so you had brunette hair before." Looking up to meet her eyes, I said, "I bet you were quite the beauty at my age."

"You don't have to keep complimenting me, Ragnar. This will happen regardless," she retorted gently, though the smile was so utterly genuine, it made my heart melt.

I wrapped my arms around her and we made out for a little while, feeling my cock poke her occasionally. She was tall, the top of her head around my chin, so it wasn't as awkward with some of her others, and she couldn't resist touching my cock. Turning her back towards the bed, I eventually sat her down, watching shuffle back until she could lie down. I crawled on the bed until I was above her, watching her eyes go from mine down towards my cock.

"You're not just going to, are you?"

"Oh no, Wynne, we've not even started yet." Lowering my mouth close to her ear, I whispered, "First I'm going to use my mouth on you and make you cum. Then we'll make love until we cum together."

"Maker," she breathed.

Teasing her was a lot of fun, and I didn't lie. I used only mouth, as I kissed her on the mouth, as I kissed down her body, as I lavished her breasts with attention, as I kissed down her stomach, as I kissed around her but not on her pussy, as I kissed up and down her legs. But the time I touched her with my tongue, she was dripping wet and her climax wasn't long in coming. She was loud when she climaxing, I think attempting to cover her mouth, though I reached up and grabbed her wrist, suggesting there was nothing wrong with making noise.

"Would you like another one?"

She looked down to see my mouth ready to pleasure her again. She immediately nodded, her back arching as I started to eat her out again. This time, I did use my fingers, looking for her spot. When I found it, she near enough squashed my head with her thighs, covering my ears but the moan she released probably echoed into the courtyard itself, rewarded with another flow of her juices at the same time.

Soon she was writhing against my hand as my tongue focused only on her clit. Grabbing two handfuls of blanket, she was near babbling incoherently, though I think most of it was complimentary. Knowing I could make her cum with just my fingers, I lifted my mouth, kissing back up her body to against focus on her breasts before I kissed her again. "Cum for me, Wynne."

She cried out, squeezing my fingers deep inside her as she climaxed again. I stopped moving them straight away, though she grabbed my arm, managing to tell me to leave them for the moment. So I stayed exactly how I was, waiting for her eyes to focus on me again. Blinking rapidly, they finally met mine and the smile was immediate. Lifting my fingers to my mouth, I could see her cheeks glow a little red when I sucked them.

"Give me a few minutes," she said, so I just rested my body above hers, kissing her occasionally, but otherwise just watching and waiting. She started to laugh to herself, and I figured why. She probably didn't believe it was happening, stating that she definitely didn't think it would happen with someone around half her age. "Then again, men my age definitely don't have anything like that between their legs, nor look anything like you. I already know I am a very lucky woman today."

All I wanted to do was make love to her and watch her cum while I was inside her. And I told her that too. She didn't really know what to say to that, so she just kissed me hard, feeling her legs spread and helping my cock move to her entrance. She kept kissing me as I slid the head of my cock inside, moaning into my mouth as I slowly inserted a couple of inches.

Breaking the kiss, she had to whisper, "Maker, that's big!"

I kept sliding in a little bit more every few seconds until I'd buried my cock inside her. The smile on her face at the end was worth it alone. "You just took my entire length," I said.

"I've thought about it, but feeling it is something else." She ran a hand around the back of my neck. "Just be gentle."

I assured her I would be, slowly pulling back and thrusting forward at the same pace. And that's how we made love for a little while, soft and slow. There was no chance of me not climaxing, as she was incredibly tight. I let her know that too, which only made her look away, a little embarrassed. I guess trying dirty talk would probably be too much for her, so I just let her know she was beautiful, and that I found her body very enjoyable. She appreciated that and returned the compliments.

I eventually picked up the pace, just a little bit, and she definitely liked that, feeling one of her legs wrap around me. I watched her large breasts now sway back and forth, and that amused me, causing her to laugh at the reaction on my face. "They're an obsession of your kind," she stated, laughing away.

"Are you surprised? As I said, Wynne. Spectacular!"

"If you really want to watch them, maybe we can change? Leliana told me... Well, she said if I go on top, I'll love you forever."

Getting into position wasn't a problem, holding the base of my cock as she straddled me, watching her smile as she lowered herself down. She wasted little time making sure our groins touched, her head rolling back and I wondered if another climax was imminent. She had an all body shudder and took another couple of deep breaths. "Maker, she wasn't lying," she breathed.

Grabbing both her hands, she figured out a rhythm quite quickly, and after suggesting she can make as much noise as she wanted, she finally let go of any linger inhibitions and let me know how good it was and what she was feeling. If the girls were listening outside, they were probably all in agreement too. When she told me she was about to climax quite soon, I told her I wasn't.