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“How does marriage work in Skyrim?” I asked the priest, who introduced himself as Maramal. I’d seen him once or twice in the Bee and Barb, calling all of us sinners for drinking alcohol, listening to music, and generally enjoying ourselves.
“You wish to get married?” he asked, sounding a little surprised. I guess he’d noticed me around town.
“Aye.”
“Oh, well, to be honest, it’s quite simple. All you need is an Amulet of Mara. Wear that near the person you intend to marry. She or he should notice it, and will enquire as to your intentions. You may then propose to that person, return to myself or my associates, and we can organise a date for the ceremony.”
“It’s that simple.”
He laughed at my tone, as I was quite clearly surprised at the simplicity. “This is not the Imperial City. Most people simply wish for a simple exchange of vows and rings before returning to their lives. It is a reflection of life itself in Skyrim. No need for gaudy displays of affection.”
Not having an Amulet of Mara, I asked if I can purchase one, and for the price of a few coin, I took the Amulet of Dibella from around my neck, placed that in my pocket, and wandered back out into Riften. The first person I needed to visit wasn’t Muiri. I would need to talk to Haelga first.
She was delighted to see me as always, but I think my face must have said it all, as after she kissed and hugged me, she led me to one of the tables nearby. Taking a seat side by side, she asked, “It’s over, isn’t it?”
My heart nearly broke at her tone. I loved her. She loved me. But my love for Muiri was… stronger. Better. Haelga didn’t want marriage. Nor children. And she would remain in Riften forever. With Muiri, I felt there were opportunities for other things. She’d made her feelings and intentions known since nearly day one. And the more time passed, the more the thought of settling down with someone, but particularly her, seemed to be the best decision I could make.
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly.
She wrapped an arm around me, leaning her head against me. “Don’t be. Don’t be at all. I think we both knew this might happen if you were to meet someone else.”
“But I feel like I said…”
“Ragnar, there are two men I’ve loved. I still love my husband, despite him no longer being here. And you, and I know you will still love me in your own way, even when we’re no longer together.”
“I will remember our time together fondly.”
“As will I. As I said, you were what I was looking for. I can only hope the next man I meet measures up to even half of who you are.”
“That’s quite the compliment.” I turned to kiss her cheek. “But I will always have a place in my heart for you, Haelga.”
“And I you, Ragnar,” she whispered. Her voice finally broke, and I turned to hold her. She didn’t break down and cry. She was far stronger than that. But I knew this would be the last time I would hold her in such a way. And kiss her, as she looked up at me, her eyes glistening from tears that wanted to fall, and when our lips met, I knew the tears finally did.
It was one of our greatest kisses, putting all the feelings we had for each other into the gesture. But it was also the worst, as we both knew it would likely be the last. We would not be intimate again, not with the decision I had made. When we broke apart, she laid her head on my chest as I held her. “Once you go, I won’t want to see you for a couple of days, Ragnar. Just to get my head right.”
“Okay.”
“I don’t hate you for this. As I said, I’ll still love you. And I’m even happy for you. Despite what you do, and some of the things you’ve done, you’re still a decent man at heart. And Muiri is a delightful young woman.” She paused, before adding, “And I won’t come to the wedding. I can’t see you get married to someone else, despite the fact we never would.”
We sat together in silence, just holding each other, before I suggested it was best that I leave. She held tightly onto my hand as we walked to the door. Standing on the threshold, we hugged a final time, and I could feel her hands tight on my back, not wanting to let me go. I held her tightly in return, and we kissed a final time. “I love you,” she whispered once our lips part.
“And I love you, Haelga. And I’ll always be around if you want some company. Just no longer in the way I know we both enjoyed.”
That gave her a good chuckle, and it was probably the best way we could part. “I will see you around, Ragnar. Maybe for a drink in the Bee and Barb?”
“I’ll be at my usual table if you’d like to join me one time.”
“You and your new wife?”
“Well, yes.”
“I’d be delighted, Ragnar. But, again, maybe not in the next few days, or immediately after your wedding.”
We shared a brief, final hug, before she kissed my cheek, gently pushed me back, bid me farewell, before closing the door. Not exactly in my face, but it was a symbol of what just happened. The relationship between Haelga and I had just changed, perhaps forever. I would always hold affection for her. To be honest, I would always love her. But it was now time to move on.
I wouldn’t just go straight from Haelga to Muiri. In my mind, that certainly wasn’t the right thing to do. Instead, I headed back to Riftweald. Aranea was sitting at the dining table, and offered to make me dinner. I eagerly agreed, and as we sat together, feasting on some roasted goat and potatoes, I showed her what I bought. “Who’s the lucky woman? Or, I think the accurate question is, which one is the lucky woman?”
“Muiri.”
Aranea smiled. “A good choice. She’s a lovely woman. What of Haelga?”
“We’ll remain friends. It will be awkward to begin with, but I think we’ll be as close in the future, just without the sex.”
“And Karliah?”
“We’ll remain friends and co-workers, also without the sex.”
“So you will be a one-woman man?”
“Aye. First time in my life.”
“You must really love this woman.”
I couldn’t help smile as I said, “I do. I really, definitely do.”
Lying in bed alone that night, I found sleep difficult as I thought about what I was preparing to do. It wasn’t the fact I was scared. It wasn’t the idea that I thought she’d say no. And I didn’t think I was too young. Many were far younger than myself when they found themselves wed. I had never intended to marry, always thinking I’d enjoy a variety of women. But I’d felt something for Muiri within minutes of meeting her. Our first time being intimate was some of the best sex of my life.
It's probably why I’d willingly killed for her.
Waking the next morning having finally drifted off to sleep, I enjoyed a hearty breakfast with Aranea before dressing in some of my finest clothes. Heading out into the market, I bought a bouquet of flowers before heading to Muiri’s place. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door. Upon opening it, she smiled immediately upon seeing me standing there with flowers. “For me?” she asked.
“Aye,” I replied, handing them over. She dipped her nose, inhaling the scent, closing her eyes, the smile on her face broadening.
“Oh, they’re wonderful, Ragnar. And some of my favourites too. How did…”
“How did I know? I do listen to you, Muiri.”
“You should come in.”
As the fire was always roaring, I took off my coat and sat on the lounge in front of it, watching Muiri grab a vase, fill it with water, and place the flowers in it. The vase then took pride of place on her mantelpiece before she sat next to me, immediately leaning into hug me. “Thank you. They’re beautiful,” she said softly.
“I’m just glad you like them!”
“It’s a lovely gesture, Ragnar. Not often a man will… pick?”
“No, I can admit that I bought them at the market.”
“Well, you still managed to choose the most colourful, those with the nicest scent, and most importantly, those I love the most.”
“As I said, I do listen.”
I leaned down to kiss her, her lips soft, her mouth willing, as I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her tight towards me. I felt the smile on her lips as we kissed before she pulled back, gently stroking my cheek. “I love you, Ragnar,” she whispered, “A little bit more every day.”
“Well, I’m glad you said that because…”
I reached under my shirt and pulled out the amulet. I watched her face. She didn’t know whether to smile, cry, cover her mouth due to the shock. Her eyes, though. They said everything I needed to know. I knew the answer before I even started. “I love you, Muiri. And you’re the only one I truly want to be with. I learned that during our week together. So, it’s a rather simple question. Will you marry me?”
“Yes!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around me, kissing me again.
“It’s just you and me, Muiri. You have my word.”
Leaning back, I watched her look at my face before meeting my eyes, “So even Haelga…?”
“I talked to her yesterday. We were not intimate and I told her we would remain close friends if she wanted, but that I wanted to be with you, and only you.” She opened her mouth, and I think she was ready to ask a question. I could guess what that question was. “I’m sure, Muiri. I’ve never been so sure of something in all my life.”
“Take me to the bedroom, Ragnar,” she ordered, gently.
Picking her up was easy, considering how small she was compared to me, though that didn’t stop her cooing about her big strong man as I carried her to the bedroom. Sitting her down on the bed, we undressed each other rather quickly, doing it rather awkwardly at times, as we simply didn’t want to break our kiss. Once we were naked, she shuffled backwards on the bed so I could join her. I think she was expecting me to just slide my cock inside her, but the smile on my face suggested what I was going to do first.
I covered her body with my lips, leaving kisses everywhere, giving her small breasts plenty of attention. By the time I made it to her sex, she was soaking wet, and I thoroughly enjoyed her taste as I dipped my tongue. Lifting her legs back, she completely exposed herself, grabbing a pillow so she could watch me, my eyes ensuring I looked up into hers. “Ragnar,” she hissed quietly.
I couldn’t help think to myself as I ate her out that I’d happily do this every single day for the rest of my life, if she was willing. I didn’t think she wouldn’t be. She loved sex just as much as myself. And she was loving what I was doing at the moment, watching her face, her chest rising and falling quicker, almost panting at times, knowing her climax was approaching and inevitable.
“Clit, Ragnar. Do that and…”
Her head rolled back as I touched it the first time, her body almost unconsciously pressing down into my mouth. As I gently played with her clit, I slid a couple of fingers into her tight Breton pussy. She cried out again, hooking her arms under her knees, her eyes now wild with desire, and I knew she was desperate to cum. I knew it was going to be big, and considering what I’d done a few minutes before, probably emotional too.
“Ragnar,” she breathed again, “I’m so close…”
She was, as her climax arrived no more than a minute or so later. She cried out again as she came, her head rolling back, nearly her entire body shuddering, from her little feet all the way to the top of her head. She cried out again as I kept going before I felt a hand on my head, the universal gesture for me to stop. Kissing gently back up her body, it still shaking from what I’d just done, she opened her eyes as I hovered over her. It came as no surprise to see her cheeks were already wet, throwing her arms around me to hold me close.
“I thought I’d be waiting forever for you to propose,” she said, her voice heavy with emotion.
“I couldn’t wait forever. And I was being selfish to think you’d put up with it forever.”
“When did you change your mind?”
Lifting my head to meet her eyes, I said, “During the week we spent together. I never gave anyone else a thought while we were way. That’s when I knew you were the one.”
She kissed me, though needed to break it when I slid my cock inside her, watching and hearing her gasp before the smile formed. I didn’t last long at all. Five minutes, tops. She certainly didn’t complain. I certainly wasn’t going to either. When I climaxed inside her, I’ll admit even I felt the sense of occasion, though I put it down to the look of love, devotion and adoration in her eyes.
We spent the entire morning in bed, mixing lovemaking with conversation. It amazed me that we could always find something to talk about. With Muiri, I was honest about everything in my life. She knew what I did and didn’t judge as I’d explained the rules by which the Guild would now work. We were still all thieves at the end of the day but we worked with at last a modicum of honour, and I still believed it was a relatively victimless crime.
Heading out at lunchtime, we went to the Bee and Barb, where I wore the Amulet of Mara above my shirt, holding the hand of Muiri as we wandered in and sat at my usual desk. Many of the regulars noticed the amulet, assumed we were now betrothed, and were quick to congratulate us. Even Maven approached us, offering us good wishes, though leaned down and whispered in my ear that she was sad to know I was now off the market.
“When would you like to get married?” I asked after we’d finished eating.
There was nothing but a smile at first, no doubt thinking of our future together. “As soon as possible, Ragnar.”
“Would you like to buy a dress for the occasion?”
“No. I just want to get married to you.”
I thought about what day it was. “Today is Tirdas. How about Loredas? You sound eager to be married as soon as possible. So am I, so the quicker, the better.”
“Something to look forward to for the rest of the week.”
“And you’ll obviously move into mine after the ceremony? I was thinking you move in, and Aranea can take your place?”
“What about the… room you built for Haelga?”
“I’ll lock the door and forget about it. Unless…”
She laughed lightly. “I think most of it is far too much for me, Ragnar. I prefer you when you’re being gentle with me.” She leaned forward and whispered, “Though I did like it when you grabbed me tightly by the hips when I was on my hands and knees and… you know…” She trailed off with a blush.
“We can do that any time you want to. Quite frankly, Muiri, we can do anything you want… within reason…”
Gently kissing my lips, she whispered, “There’s a good chance I will end up thinking the same thing, Ragnar.”
Heading to the Temple of Mara, Maramal explained the ceremony and what to expect. He asked if we would have many guests. I said I would have a witness. Muiri had no family, so I suggested Aranea could be there for her. Muiri didn’t mind who was her witness, as long as we were wed at the end. Letting Maramal know the day, he asked when we’d like to be married. We both agreed that midday would be best.
Returning to Riftweald, Muiri stopped me before entering. “Ragnar, what would you say if I suggested that we don’t see each other until the wedding?
“Why?”
“Because although I don’t need a fancy frock to marry you, I would still like to surprise you. And I’m sure you can find a little something to dress in too. And, as they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder. So I expect us to eagerly consummate our marriage quite quickly, yes?”
“Definitely.”
“So you can handle not seeing me for a few days?”
“No.” She was about to say something as her face fell, so I smiled and added, “But I can deal with it.”
She hugged me tightly before I leaned down to kiss her. It was a long kiss, long enough to draw the attention of a couple of passing guards. One cleared his throat and suggested we should just head inside. That caused both of us to laugh before Muiri took a step back. “Next time you see me, I’ll be walking down the aisle towards you.”
“I can’t wait. I love you.”
“I love you, Ragnar. See you on Loredas.”
Knowing I wouldn’t see her for a few days, I had to keep myself busy. First thing I had to do was get myself some new clothes. The finest I could lay my hands on. And, of course, I’d get those at the Guild. Heading down the Flagon, I let everyone know what had happened. I received plenty of pats on the back or handshakes in congratulations. Vex was surprised, believing I’d continue to sleep around with various women, mentioning I’d never approached her for a good fuck. I couldn’t help chuckle at her tone, though she said it was probably for the best to just keep our relationship professional. I asked Brynjolf to be my witness, and I think I near enough made him cry. Considering I had few friends outside the Guild, and the relationship the pair of us had formed, no wonder I’d want him there. I then added that everyone would be invited to the post-wedding celebration at the Bee and Barb, suggesting everyone should attend though incognito. As in, dressed in normal clothing.
With three days to fill, I packed up some camping supplies and headed out of Riften, figuring I’d spend the three days I had free out in the wild, perhaps doing a bit of hunting, a bit of swimming, and trying not to think about Muiri most of the time. I also didn’t want any temptation in Riften to go back on my vow, nor did I want to be too near Karliah at the hall.
I’ll admit, I ended up finding it a little lonely as, despite my best intentions, I thought about her all the bloody time. Typical. At least when I was armed with bow and arrow, tracking an elk or deer, I could concentrate on the task at hand and clear my mind. But when sitting by the campfire during the evening, nursing a cup of wine, I found my thoughts would eventually drift and end up thinking about her, wondering what she was doing and if she was missing me as badly.
At least I bagged a couple of elk, so I’d have some furs and meat to take back with me. Almost ran into a bear during one of my hunts, a couple of arrows into the ground near it actually scaring it off. I had my sword and shield with me, just in case it decided to attack me, though it was always dangerous taking on a bear one v one.
I returned to Riften on the evening of Fredas, rather excited at the prospect of getting married the next day. I took the pelts to Asbjorn, who was the owner of the ‘Scorched Hammer’. He asked if I wanted anything made from the pelts or if I just wanted to sell them. As I had plenty of armour, I just took the offer of coin. The meat I took back to Riftweald, where I ask Aranea to cook us up some venison, while I would put the antlers to good use.
“Are you looking forward to tomorrow, Ragnar?” she asked once we sat down to eat.
“Aye. Probably won’t sleep tonight. I haven’t seen her for three days.”
“Is it because you haven’t seen her or another reason?”
She gave me a look and I couldn’t help chuckle. “No, I haven’t missed her just for that reason, Aranea. As I told her, that week and a bit we spent together told me everything I needed to know. Just being with her, having her close to me… I knew when we returned to Riften what I wanted to do. It was just that selfish part of me that wanted to have my sweet roll and eat it too.”
“Maybe it’s a sign of your maturity?”
I couldn’t help chuckle. “That’s doubtful. But I’m prepared to give up everyone else for her in a heartbeat.”
Lying back in bed later that night, I couldn’t help think back about my life. Being an orphan. Then an urchin on the streets. A pickpocket. A thief. Then a new calling as a warrior. Losing my virginity and finding a carnal desire to be with as many women as possible. Life blowing up in my face and my effective exile to Skyrim. Then everything that had happened to me since then. Yet growing up, I’d never given marriage a serious thought. It’s funny how life works out.
I woke earlier than normal the next morning, sitting out on the porch as the sun rose, eating a hearty breakfast. Aranea joined me, rather amused at my excitement. We’d spoken and she was happy enough moving out, though insisted she’d still spend plenty of time at my place. Heading inside, I picked out the finery I’d chosen. I didn’t want to wear all black, too much of a reminder of my Nightingale Armour. So I went with a dark blue coat and trousers, with a white shirt and dark shoes. I trimmed my beard and made sure I had a good wash before dressing. Once I felt ready, I asked Aranea how I looked.
“Nervous?” she wondered.
“Surprisingly no. I feel ready for this.”
“That’s good. Though last minute nerves are nothing to be ashamed about.”
“Have you been married?”
“No. I have always served Azura in one form or another. That’s not to say I haven’t enjoyed a few lovers over the decades.”
Raising my eyebrows, I asked, “Decades?”
“I understand your friend, Karliah, is in her sixties? She looks good for her age. I’m much older, Ragnar. I guess one of the joys of my kind is the length of life you can expect.”
“And I’ve got a couple of decades if I’m unlucky…”
“Make the most of it while you can, Ragnar. A long life isn’t always what it’s crack up to be.”
Close to midday, we headed out into Riften and towards the Temple of Mara. It appeared quite a few of the townsfolk were aware of what was happening. It probably wasn’t good that so many knew my face, but whether they knew what I did for a living, I didn’t know. Perhaps there were rumours, but I never heard any. I assumed most had me down as some sort of mercenary, particularly as I left and returned quite often.
Walking into the temple, there was actually quite an audience. Everyone from the Thieves Guild was in attendance, all dressed in ordinary clothing, most sitting either alone or in pairs. None would be well known to anyone in Riften. At least that’s what I thought. I noticed Maven and Ingun sitting together. Grelka was also in attendance, as was Madesi, who also ran a stall at the market.
Maramal was in position for the ceremony and it was a case of waiting for Muiri to arrive. I didn’t watch the door, just in case that would cause the nerves to build. I talked quietly with Brynjolf beside me, and only turned when the conversation turned to whispers, and I knew she had stepped inside. I turned to see her, and I nearly wept immediately. She was… radiant. I didn’t know what to expect, but I certainly hadn’t expected her to be dressed in white, and certainly nothing like the pure white dress she was wearing. On her head she wore a veil, just about covering her face. In her hands she carried a small bouquet of flowers. I could only watch, completely entranced, as she slowly walked towards me.
I felt an elbow into my side. “You are one lucky S.O.B, lad,” Brynjolf whispered.
Once by my side, I helped lift her veil, revealing her face. She’d put on some faint make up, but frankly, she didn’t need any. The smile on her face lit up the room. She didn’t look close to crying. She looked utterly, blissfully happy. Grabbing both her hands, I’m sure I smiled like a complete idiot too. “You look… beautiful.”
“You scrub up nicely yourself.”
Maramal cleared his throat to gain our attention. It was a good idea, as I was thoroughly distracted otherwise. Muiri just laughed to herself as we turned to face the priest.
“It was Mara that first gave birth to all of creation and pledged to watch over us as her children. It is from her love of us that we first learned to love one another. It is from this love that we learn that a life lived alone is no life at all. We gather here today, under Mara's loving gaze, to bear witness to the union of two souls in eternal companionship. May they journey forth together in this life and the next, in prosperity and poverty, and in joy and hardship.”
Muiri and I shared a glance, both of us smiling. Maramal continued. “Muiri, do you agree to be bound together with Ragnar, in love, now and forever?”
“I do. Now and forever.”
“And Ragnar, do you agree to be bound together with Muiri, in love, now and forever?”
“I do. Now and forever.”
“Under the authority of Mara, the Divine of Love, I declare this couple to be wed. I present to the two of you with these matching rings, blessed by Mara's divine grace. May they protect each of you in your new life together.”
After each of us placed the ring on the others finger, we kissed for the first time as husband and wife, keeping it relatively chaste, considering we were in a temple, and had quite the crowd, who broke into applause as the conclusion of our kiss. Retaining my hold of her hand, we walked out into Riften, where more people were waiting for us. Heading straight for the Bee and Barb, we had organised with Keerava for platters of food to be provided for invited guests, as well as at least three barrels of ale, and what seemed like endless bottles of wine. There was also a trio of bards to provide music, and as the alcohol flowed and food was consumed, everyone relaxed and enjoyed themselves. In the end, I think the only people who didn’t attend were people from Mistveil Keep, which is the local jarls residence.
To both our surprise, Haelga did wander in a couple of hours after festivities began. Muiri and I approached her, the first thing Haelga doing was hugging my wife. I stood back, not hearing the words they shared, but after breaking the hug, both were smiling, so I can only assume the words exchanged were polite. Haelga then hugged me, whispering her congratulations for us both in my ear. I held her for a little while, thanking her for attending.
“I guess I just had to see you,” she said once she took a step back, “And I told Muiri she looks simply beautiful in her wedding gown.”
“Certainly took my breath away as she walked towards me,” I said.
“So do you plan on taking your wife away to celebrate?”
“Aye. We’re going to head to Eastmarch.”
“Ah, the hot springs.”
“I’m certainly looking forward to it,” Muiri added, “I’ve found a real love and appreciation for the outdoors lately.”
We didn’t stay at the Bee and Barb all night. After a couple of hours, Muiri was soon whispering things in my ear. Very rude and suggestive things that was always bound to get the desired reaction. Standing on a table and asking for silence, everyone looked at me as I thanked them all for attending. There were one or two comments about Muiri and I leaving early, but frankly, neither of us was embarrassed, as what was stated was categorically true.
It was dark by the time we left the tavern, so the first thing I did upon entering Riftweald was light the fire and plenty of candles. “Do you want a drink?” I asked from the kitchen.
“I just want you, Ragnar,” Muiri called back.
Walking into our bedroom, she wasn’t lying, as her dress was already lying over one of the chairs, Muiri stood by the bed in only panties. I know I definitely smiled as she giggled at my reaction. Between the door and embracing her, I managed to undress myself completely. She was rather warm as our skin touched, and I don’t think I’d been harder in my life. “I’m going to last two minutes,” I warned with a chuckle.
“We have the rest of our lives, Ragnar.” Then she surprised me by dropping to her knees. “But maybe this will help you last longer after later?”
“Muiri, you don’t…”
“I want to,” she interrupted, looking up at me with the most loving and devoted smile I’d ever seen. “I am your wife. You are my husband. And as I said, I will do anything to make you happy. Plus, I enjoy doing this because I love the look on your face when I do.”
I wasn’t lying. From my cock disappearing into her mouth to my climax, I lasted about two to three minutes at most. I guess it was the fact I hadn’t been with her for a few days, plus the sense of occasion. Even better, Muiri let me finish me finish in her mouth. No, ‘let me’ isn’t the right phrase. She wanted me to. It was a rather nice climax, feeling it necessary to sit back on the bed once I was done. Muiri swallowed what I gave her before she sat next to me, immediately cuddling into my side. “Well, it’s safe to say I’ll definitely do that again,” she said softly.
“I’ll last longer next time.”
“No complaints from me, Ragnar. I love the fact I excite you so much.”
Of course, I was quite happy to return the favour, though I didn’t just start with her sex. No, I focused attention all over the rest of her body before lowering my mouth to her pussy, spending plenty of time fondling and using my mouth on her breasts, before finally eating her out. By the time I started, she was soaking wet, and her climax was like mine. Rather quick in arriving. Unlike myself, though, she didn’t need a certain amount of recovery time, and I quite happily kept going, eating her out to a second and then third. I would have happily kept going all night, but it eventually got too much for her. The look in her eyes as she looked to where I rested my head on her mound…
Kissing back up her body, her hands ran up my arms, resting on my back as I kissed her. I gave her a couple of minutes before pressing my cock at her entrance. She kissed me harder as I slid it inside her, needing to break the kiss so she could gasp and release a loud moan as I buried myself completely. Then I stopped, just enjoying the feeling of being inside my wife for the first time. I think we both smiled at each other like a pair of fools, completely, hopelessly in love with each other.
“Promise me it will always be like this,” she whispered.
“Oh, definitely.”
Wrapping her legs around me, she lifted herself up slightly, gasping again at the new angle I was inside her. “Okay, I’m definitely not going three days without this again.”
“Miss me and this feeling of fullness eh?”
She slightly blushed. “I may have played with myself that very first night thinking about you.”
“And the other two nights?”
She looked away, now rather embarrassed. “I had to take some time during the day for myself.”
Despite my cock being buried inside her, I couldn’t help chuckle at her confession. “So if we’re in the same city, we won’t be doing that again?” She shook her head emphatically. “Lesson learned?”
She lifted her head to kiss me. “I think you should make love to your wife, Ragnar.”
We made love all night, taking our time to simply enjoy each other. She was constantly wet and willing. I knew I’d never tire of the feeling of burying my cock in that tight Breton pussy. The look in her eyes as we continued to kiss as I slowly thrust into her was one of complete happiness. Her hands loved running up and down my arms and my back, raining compliments down on me for my physique. Switching positions so she could ride me, I returned the favour, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin under my palms, holding her small body at her hips with my hands as she slowly rode me. There was still little more exciting than watching my cock disappear inside her, then reappear, disappear again, and so on as she rode herself to another climax. She kept going, though, wanting me to finish inside her.
She got her wish a few minutes later, then she laid down on my chest, running a couple of fingers along her spine. She started to giggle, suggesting it tickled her, though she didn’t ask me to stop. “Ragnar, can I ask a question?”
“You can ask me anything.”
“When do you want to start a family?”
Chuckling, I replied, “Someone is eager.”
She lifted her head to meet my eyes. “I’d just like to know when I can stop taking my potions.”
“Why don’t we talk about it when we’re back from Eastmarch?”
Smiling, she said that was fine, though added she was looking forward to being a mother. Being as corny as always, I said we should just get in as much practice as possible before we decided on taking that next step. She eagerly agreed, sliding off me and lying back, dragging me on top of her, demanding again that I make love to her.
As I said, we made love all night. It had been a long day, and by the time I held her in my arms a couple of hours later, we were both exhausted. Happy, but exhausted. I think we both found sleep difficult despite our tiredness, her hands continuing to caress my arms as I held her tightly towards my body. The last thing we told each other before finally drifting off is that we loved each other. I would make sure they would always be the last words we shared upon parting or sleeping.
The next day, we packed up some supplies and headed out to the stables. Muiri didn’t have a horse, and she was quite happy to sit in front of me. Once I had everything tied to the rear, I helped Muiri up before I mounted up behind her, and we began our slow journey north. With one hand holding the reins, my other was wrapped around my wife. Most of the time it was simply around her stomach, though she would occasionally grab my hand and it slide it under her top so I could fondle her breasts, and feeling rather naughty, I may have fondled her lower down as well. And if not fondling her, she would lean back against me so we could kiss.
The Rift was probably the most beautiful region of Skyrim, Muiri stating our ride along was rather romantic, but she was looking forward to a few days at the hot springs. The ride took most of the day, as there was no rush to get there, though I ensured there was still plenty of light so we could find a secluded spot with a large spring, and though we had food supplies, I did want to hunt so I could bag us some fresh meat.
Once we’d set up camp, the first thing we did was strip and head for the hot spring. The water was hotter than either of us expected, and when turning around to look at me, Muiri lowered her eyes and smiled.
“Muiri, the day I don’t have this reaction to you, take me out the back and put an arrow or two through me.”
“Need me to take care of that?”
“Not right now. Just take it as a compliment and, rest assured, I will always find you this exciting.”
“Just knowing you’re that hard will excite me.” She did reach forward to wrap her small hand almost around my shaft. “So big…” she whispered, “You’ll definitely have this inside me later?”
“Oh, most definitely, wife of mine.”
We didn’t do anything other than sit back and relax. Considering it was a naturally heated pool of water, the temperature remained constant, even when the sky started to darken and the temperature otherwise dropped. I did build a campfire for us when we would finally tire of the hot spring, Muiri only half-joking that she didn’t want to do anything else except sit in the hot spring or make love with me. I thought that sounded like a bloody good idea.
After we cooked dinner over the campfire, I dragged a few rugs out into the open, where we made love under the stars, Muiri ensuring I was lying down as she rode me so we could both look at the night sky. I made sure the tent was otherwise near the fire, though the hot springs alone provided plenty of warmth, and after a couple of rounds of love making, we were left feeling rather hot and sweaty, her skin glistening in the light of the fire. She constantly wanted my touch, not always in a suggestive way, but my hands were on her body nearly all the time, and if not talking, we were either kissing or her head rested against my body. If that was how our relationship would always be, then I would be content for the rest of my life.
I think we ended up spending a week in Eastmarch. To be honest, after the first day, we simply stopped counting, feeling in absolutely no rush to return to Riften. If not relaxing in the hot spring, we would make love. If not making love, we’d explore. Sometimes we’d dress to do that, other time we’d walk around nude. We did find other revellers, and more than once found others enjoying the pleasures of the flesh too, just as once or twice they walked by as Muiri and I were doing the same. There would be comments, perhaps a little laughter, and we’d just announce that we were newlyweds and taking time to enjoy each other.
Muiri had me chuckling when suggesting we hike to the nearest peak overlooking the entire region. It took a couple of hours, but once we made it to the top, she undressed, helped undress me, then got down on all fours as we took in the view, where she asked me to make love to her as we gazed across what felt like half of Skyrim. She wasn’t quiet either, crying out my name, and we both laughed hearing it echo across what sounded like all of Eastmarch. Doing it do openly and in daylight was rather exciting, so much so, that we returned a couple of other days, once so she could ride my face so she could take in the view alone, then returning the favour by getting down on her knees as I looked out across Eastmarch.
Neither of us wanted to leave. If it wasn’t for the fact we needed coin and supplies to survive, I think we’d have happily camped there forever. But when we finally ran out of supplies, and surviving on the meat I’d managed to hunt or trap ran low, we agreed that heading back to Riften would be the best idea. Our last night in camp was just like the first, making love by starlight. There was no urgency to do anything more than that. As soon as we returned to Riften, she would move into Riftweald with me and we would begin our lives together.
We slept under the stars too, me on my back, Muiri with her head nestled in that little gap between shoulder and head, her hand stroking my chest. We were both exhausted from a couple of very good climaxes. As I had joked, plenty of practice for when we wanted to try for children.
“I love you,” she whispered, “Do you have any idea how much?”
“I can take a guess.”
“I know we don’t talk about it, but you killed for me, Ragnar. I know it was a job, but…”
“It wasn’t. I did it for you, Muiri. I’d do it again too.”
She lifted her head as I turned mine to meet her eyes. “You’re serious?”
“I know you don’t have other enemies, but I’d do anything for you, Muiri.” She kissed me hard and I knew she was crying as I pulled her close. “Anything, Muiri,” I added softly, “All you need do is ask. Anything you want or need, I’ll move the heavens themselves to do it.”
“The only thing I want now is children, Ragnar,” she whispered back, running a hand down my cheek, “But what I can tell you in return is that my body is always yours. I will never say no.”
“All I want is your love, Muiri,” I replied, cupping a cheek with my hand, “I’ve never felt anything like this before. I was lonely for a long time, and tried filling the void the wrong way. Then I found you, and I haven’t felt those feelings of loneliness since. All I want is your love. I will love you just as much in return. And the last thing I want is for us to grow old together.”
She kissed me again before settling down, cuddling me as tightly as possible. Despite being married, if either of us had even slightly doubted how the other felt, those doubts were well and truly quashed. I hadn’t lied. I would do anything for her.
All we could do is hope and work to have the future we both so desperately wanted together.