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Serana and I agreed that there was no time to lose. We had our next objective, Darkfall Cave. I consulted my map and tried to remember what I’d seen from the Scroll. “There, to the west. I know there’s an Orc stronghold in the region. We’ll have to skirt that and find the entrance.”
“Should we just head straight there?”
I checked our supplies on the back of our horses. “I’m sure we have enough food to last a couple more days. But the sooner we solve this issue, the better. We’ve managed to remain a step ahead of your father so far, but our luck will run out eventually if we keep pushing it.”
Having spent an entire day relaxing with each other, we set off sharing a good mood, though I’m sure it disappeared once we were an hour into our ride and the weather closed in. The rain was little more than drizzle, but the wind was howling and it just turned into a grey, miserable day. We made good progress but still had to camp that evening, no rain but the wind still beating down on us. Having enjoyed two enjoyable nights together, we didn’t need a verbal agreement that all we wanted that night was to snuggle under the furs to try and keep warm. Well, keep myself warm. Serana didn’t really feel the cold.
We passed a Forsworn camp the next morning, not overly concerned if they saw us or not. Considering who I was and the power Serana could wield, we’d handle a few of them. Or bandits. Or even the Orcs if they decided to be feisty. Turning off the only road in the area, I led the way and it was perhaps blind luck that we eventually found the entrance to the cave we needed. This region of Skyrim was spectacular, and I watched Serana take it all in. She made one or two general comments about how pretty it all was, but I think she was still just taking enjoyment from the fact she was no longer in that tomb.
Dismounting and tying our horses to the nearest tree, we approached the entrance to the cave.
"Dark," Serana muttered, "I'm tired of fumbling through the darkness."
"Do you really think the bow is simply in this cave? I’m not particularly convinced this is the resting place."
She shrugged. "Unlikely. What do you think?"
"I have a feeling this won't be easy."
"When is it ever easy?"
"Hmph. Point taken. Shall we?"
"Let's go."
Unsheathing my sword, shield attached to my forearm as always, I led the way in, Serana finding a torch and lighting it to help guide our way. There was no sign anyone had been in the cave for eons, no campsite outside to suggest adventurers were inside, and nothing inside the cave itself to suggest there were recent visitors. Coming to a rickety looking bridge, I glanced at Serana and shrugged. It was the only way ahead.
Should have known better, of course. We were not even halfway across when the bridge simply gave way. I think it would have done so even if only one of us was crossing, so it was perhaps lucky that we were both on the bridge. Thankfully, we landed in water rather than on the ground, chilled to the bone immediately as it was freezing, and we were sent tumbling the gods only knew where. I definitely collided with more than one rock, so that by the time the current subsided and I could drag myself to shore, I was feeling rather sorry for myself, collapsing on my back, Serana managing to clamber out of the water and collapsing next to me.
“Well, that was fun,” she stated sarcastically.
We moved on, following the river as it was the only way forward. This section of the cave wasn’t empty, dealing with a few spiders along the way, Serana and I combining our fire skills to take care of them quickly. Finding a path that finally led us away from the river, we ascended for a time before coming upon the remains of a campsite. Serana lit a fire that could at least warm us up and that only highlighted the ghastly scene around us.
“Trolls or something similar,” I muttered. Blood was everywhere, the bodies ripped apart. I’d seen more than one troll attack over the years to recognise the signs. Opening my small pack, all the food I’d brought along was soaking wet, and with nothing to cook it with, I didn’t bother trying to eat anything.
After warming up, we moved on and eventually ran into a couple of trolls, making short work of them. Guess I let a little anger bubble up after what we’d found at the campsite, hacking both of them apart once they were dead. Serana just looked at me, returning a shrug before stating, “Okay, maybe what we found pissed me off a little bit.”
Torch scone guided our way forward, and as they were lit, we assumed someone living must be ahead. I didn’t think it would have been torches left by the bodies we had found. I doubt anyone would have got past the trolls, unless they were searching for Auriel’s Bow as well, and if they’d found the trolls, the trolls would have been dead.
We received our answer a few minutes later, and it was a discovery that perhaps changed history in an instant. The figure ahead turned towards us as we approached. He looked elven, that much was obvious. But he looked unlike any elf I'd seen before. He gestured at both of us. "Come forward. You have nothing to fear here."
Realising I still had my sword to hand, I sheathed it and walked forward to meet the elf, looking around the cavern where he appeared to make his home. I was left wondering what he was doing so deep in this cave.
"Who are you?"
He bowed. "I am Knight-Paladin Gelebor. Welcome to the Great Chantry of Auri-El."
I raised eyebrows at the name. "Auri-El? Who is Auriel?"
"Ah. He goes by many names. Auriel, Auri-El, Alkosh, Akatosh. So many different names for the sovereign of the Snow Elves."
We learned much from Gelebor. A short history of his race and what happened to them. Driven underground by Nord invaders. The alliance with the Dwemer, who exacted a terrible price upon the Snow Elves for their assistance. An agreement to the blinding of their entire race. I couldn’t believe the Snow Elves would agree to such a price, but given they could not win a war against the Nords alone, it was believed that an alliance with the Dwemer would grant them victory.
Where we stood was a wayshrine that would grant access to the Chantry of Auri-El. He knew why we were there. For the bow. He also knew what Serana was, but that did not concern him. He sensed we’d come to save the world, not destroy it, so was therefore willing to trust us in our quest. However, before he allowed us access, he asked us for a favour.
He wanted us to kill Arch-Curate Vyrthur, who just happened to be his brother. “But you two may be the last Snow Elves?” Serana wondered.
“Our species is extinct, child. We are all that remains. If I am to be the last Snow Elf that lives, so be it. But my brother has been corrupted by the Falmer. I have seen him at the Chantry, waiting silently for something. Of what? I do not know. It has been many centuries since we last spoke. I have remained here ever since, vigilant.” He paused before meeting my eyes. “Will you grant me this favour, Dragonborn?”
I should have known he would sense who I was. And I agreed to his request. I assumed he would only ask if it was absolutely necessary. He performed a small ritual that opened the wayshrine, instructing us on what we would need to do to open further wayshrines. We would need to locate them all before we would be granted access to the chantry itself. He had no idea what we would find inside, only that his brother would be waiting for us at the end.
Stepping into the portal, we were instantly transported to another cave. We wasted no time heading forward, Serana finding another torch, helping light the way forward. "Did you feel the magic… flow from him?" she asked.
"No. You know I don't have those sort of heightened senses when it comes to magic."
"Despite your position at the College?"
I looked at her and noticed the smirk. "Mirabelle is the Arch-Mage, not me. I barely know half a dozen spells." I held up my fists. “If I need something doing, I’ll use these first.”
"There is no doubt he was powerful. Far more powerful than we even glimpsed. I wonder how long he's been standing guard there? It must be terribly lonely…" I looked at her, hearing her tone, as she shrugged. "I just know how it feels." I wrapped an arm around her waist, giving her a gentle squeeze. “I had to wait a long time, Ragnar. A very long time. And the man who finally released. Maybe the Divines had something to do with it?”
The Falmer had taken over this section of the cave. Little wonder, I guess, if it had long ago been inhabited by the Snow Elves. And as always, the bastards seemed to sense our approach and did not hesitate in attacking us. Serana focused on her magic as I bloodied my sword, cutting a way forward, Serana never more than a step behind. More than once, we found ourselves almost circled, and that’s when I would resort to using my Thu’um. Though I hesitated using it against man or mer, I considered Falmer little more than monsters, despite what had caused them to be turned into such horrific monstrosities, so I had no problem using my gift against them.
The Falmer were but a mere memory as we descended into a new section of the cavern. It brought both of us to a standstill as, while its beauty was different to the glade, it was still awe-inspiring. Certainly enough for Serana to stand next to me and grab my hand. "I've never seen anything like it before," she whispered.
"We seem to have luck in seeing a lot of things neither of us have seen before."
She simply leaned against my shoulder. "You know what I mean," she said softly, "This is the kind of thing I've been wanting to see. Makes everything worth it."
Neither of us felt like moving for at least a few minutes. Animals of the like neither of us had ever seen before scampered around, most running away at the mere sight of us. I was sure I saw a bright coloured sabre cat on a ledge away from us. It looked fast asleep, and even if it was awake, didn't appear interested in our progress. We wound our way through this peaceful place, walking towards and around a large pool of water, ending up following another passage until we approached what appeared to be another wayshrine. In front of the wayshrine was what appeared to be a ghost, just as Gelebor had told us.
We performed the ritual as instructed by Gelebor and a new portal opened up.
"Behold Auri-El's gift, my child. May it light your path as you seek tranquillity within the Inner Sanctum. May Auri-El's brilliance illuminate your path."
I gave thanks to the ghost before we passed through the portal. What greeted us on the other side was nothing short of spectacular. We again came to a standstill to take in the view. “Wish they could have seen this,” I muttered.
“Who?” Serana asked softly.
“Muiri. Astrid. Mirabelle. Aela and Lydia. They would have loved a view like this.”
“You mentioned Muiri first…”
I glanced in her direction. “I stopped wearing the ring but… I chose her what feels like a long time ago now. She’s the only reason I’d return to Riften, to visit her grave. But the priestess tends the garden that now grows on it for me. Wherever she is, I know she’s looking down and smiling. And she’d definitely approve of my partners.”
To be honest, we did get a little lost over the next few hours, lost enough that light started to fade and we had to think about making camp for the evening. We eventually found a small cave that would provide just enough protection from the cold, Serana lighting a fire while I headed out and went searching for food. I hunted one of those brightly coloured deer and cheated a bit, using my Thu’um to bring it to a stop before burying my sword into it. Dragging it back to the cave was a pain in the arse, but Serana helped me prepare some meat for dinner.
It was beyond freezing by the time the sun disappeared, huddling together under the furs that had thankfully dried out. We hadn’t brought any camping supplies so would have to just lie as close to the fire as possible during the night. Lying side by side, we did enjoy a little kiss and a cuddle, but went no further than that. The idea of stripping off any clothing wasn’t particularly appealing due to the temperature, though I did joke about sharing body heat, until she mentioned she had none to share.
“Spoilsport,” I muttered before she turned around and moulded her body back against mine.
“Do you think about the future, Ragnar?” she asked a little later.
“All the time, to be honest.”
“Am I part of it?”
“Definitely.”
“You’re part of mine. Not just you. I know there will be others. I’ll try not to be too jealous at first.”
“Mirabelle gets jealous sometimes, readily admits it, then we talk about it. But she is adamant about never making me choose. She knows how much Aela loves me, and it’s obvious to me the affection they have for each other. And she knows the relationship between Lydia and I is getting closer and closer. And she has already accepted you, Serana.”
“Why did you only choose Muiri?”
“It was the right thing to do at the time. I’ve told Mirabelle I’d do the same thing, but as I just said, she’s adamant. It helps that she’s been intimate with Aela. Muiri was only ever with me, never being interested in involving others. When she was taken from me, I thought I’d never love again. Part of me doesn’t want to choose only one simply because I think the gods will take her from me again. I also know I’m a selfish bastard at times but…” I trailed off and sighed.
“Helps you are a good man, Ragnar. And if everyone agrees to the arrangement, then what’s the harm?”
“So… you don’t mind?”
“Not at all.” She paused before adding, “I’ve obviously never been with a woman.”
“I know that.”
“I would like to try.”
“You would?”
“Maybe Mirabelle? I think she’s very sweet. And rather attractive.”
“I think it’s something we’ll need to discuss later.”
“Does the thought of Mirabelle and I… excite you, Ragnar?”
“Behave, Serana.” I heard her giggle as I kissed her cheek. “But I find the idea of two women I love very much being intimate with each other rather appealing.”
Thankfully, we both went to sleep a little later. Any more talk like that and I would have wanted to have some fun with her, enjoyed it at the time, that have our arses frozen solid due to the weather.
Waking the next morning, I had little food to eat while Serana suggested she was fine to just pack up and move on, so that’s what we ended up doing. It was bitterly cold that morning, both of us wrapping ourselves up in furs to keep the worst of it at bay. Even with my Nord blood, I felt chilled to the core. We were high in the mountains, snow as far as the eye could see, wind whipping into our faces. Despite the beauty surrounding us, we both felt rather miserable.
Approaching a vast frozen lake, I closed my eyes and almost sensed something resting underneath it. And I didn’t trust walking over ice at the best of times anyway. I told Serana what I was thinking and we agreed to circle the lake.
Finding another couple of wayshrines during the morning, we ended up making our way through another cave full of Falmer. I hacked and slashed our way forward, Serana using all her tricks of the trade to help us ever onward. Even deep in the caves it was freezing, though it was hard work at the same time, my entire body bathed in sweat as fighting was hard work. I took a couple of minor wounds, thankfully none of the weapons being poisoned.
It felt like we fought our way forward of hours, passing through what felt like an enormous Falmer camp. Any idea of trying to sneak through ended quickly, and I think Serana took even greater delight in killing the enemy. I think any sympathies we might have felt for their plight ended the first time they simply chose to attack us.
We staggered through a final cave, fighting off the last remnants of Falmer resistance, scrabbling over the loose rocks and stones. I stopped and looked behind me, offering my hand to Serana, helping her up as we effectively moved on hands and knees, breathing deeply, both of us nearly exhausted. In fact, not even nearly. I was knackered. I know Serana was on the verge of flagging as well.
"Just a little further," I stated.
"I know. It's just been a long day."
"That and more. Remind me that we need to rest when all this is over."
"Deal!"
The fifth and last ghost was waiting for at the wayshrine. After performing the ritual again, we moved onwards, the Inner Sanctum lying ahead. It was another example of long-lost Snow Elf design, an architectural masterpiece that was, somewhat amazingly, still in good repair. Perhaps the cold weather helped keep it in one piece? We slowly cross the bridge, taking in the magnificent view to either side before turning our attention to the building in front.
"I've never seen a building like that before. It looks like some kind of temple. Never saw anything like this back on the island," Serana stated.
"It's certainly impressive. Only place grander would be the Imperial Palace.”
"I would assume this must be the chapel, if that's what the Snow Elves called such a place of worship."
"I'm not sure. I think the chapel may be further in."
"Guess that means more exploring?"
"Ragnar Dragonborn, ever the adventurer. Very well, lead the way."
We climbed the steps and entered a courtyard. It was empty, as expected, and again the building surrounding us appeared to be relatively intact and well preserved. In the middle of the courtyard was a statue. We came to a stop in front of it.
"That is a statue of Auriel, but it's using the older signs of his power. This temple must be ancient. The bow has to be in here," Serana stated quietly next to me.
"I'll admit I know little to nothing about elven traditions. What do you mean by the 'old signs'?"
"I only know a little myself. But look at the statue, the representation of Auri-El. It's positively elven. Enter any chapel of the Divines and Akatosh is represented completely differently. Man and mer both share faith in the same god, but refer to him in different names and attribute different qualities to him. Then look at what the statue is holding. The elves, from what I know, believe Auri-El was involved in the creation of the mortal world as we know it. Shrines in Skyrim towards Akatosh are those of a dragon. Any stained glass make reference to the dragonblood, of man and dragon combined."
As I'd said, I knew next to nothing so, whether she was right or wrong, I wasn't bound to raise an argument. Instead, we simply moved on past the statue, climbing another set of steps into the chapel.
The inner sanctum was nothing like the outside. Everything was frozen. Numerous Falmer and chaurus stood still as statues, encased in ice. It was bizarre, if not a little eerie. The roof had slightly caved in and there was little light, adding to the gloom and sense that all was not as it seemed.
"I wonder how long they've been like this? And I thought the Soul Cairn was creepy," Serana muttered to herself.
In the middle of the room was another shrine, Serana stating it was to Auri-El. It looked the same as the symbol held by the statue out front, so that made sense. It was also surrounded by numerous frozen Falmer and I had a bad feeling they were all going to instantly thaw and start attacking. I felt an almost overwhelming need to reach for my sword and simply start swinging. But I refrained… for now…
We spent a few minutes exploring the darkness, though the occasional shaft of light appeared through gaps in the ceiling. There were frozen Falmer everywhere, Serana concluding that it was definitely magic – powerful magic – which was keeping them in place. I was just thankful they remained frozen as we walked by, ensuring we didn't get too close in case our proximity caused them to wake up.
The chantry was enormous and we found ourselves lost more than once, doubling back on ourselves or simply heading down hallways that turned into dead-ends. But we finally found the right passage and, with even more frozen Falmer surrounding us, we approached the only other living thing in the chantry, sat upon a frozen throne.
Only the second Snow Elf I knew was still alive.
I could feel his gaze upon us as we slowly approached his throne. I couldn't see his eyes but knew he was watching us intently, wondering what we were going to do. I was still unarmed, so was Serana. I know Gelebor wanted us to kill him but, I'll admit, I wanted to be given a reason to kill him. He barely moved as we crossed the floor towards him, only showing an interest in us when we came to a stop at the small set of stairs below his throne.
"Did you really come here expecting to claim Auriel's Bow?" he asked.
I shrugged. "Well, yes."
He laughed, mockingly. "You've done exactly as I predicted and brought your fetching companion to me."
I glanced at Serana before looking back at Vyrthur. “What do you want?”
“I only ever wanted her. Thank you for bringing her to me but I believe you usefulness is now at end. Before you die, believe me when I say you do have my undoubted thanks for being a very acceptable pawn."
All those frozen Falmer woke up. I unsheathed my sword and fought, Serana joining in. Over the sound of fighting, Vyrthur continued to taunt us, me in particular, though I’d learned long ago to ignore such attacks. He was simply an annoying distraction for now. As the intensity of fighting increased, the ceiling above us started to collapse, and it was only blind luck that saved me from being crushed by falling masonry.
That gave Vyrthur time to escape, Serana and I finishing off the last resistance before making our move. We climbed over pieces of the fallen roof above us, eventually finding the way that would lead us to the balcony upon which Gelebor had observed his brother for centuries. Beside him was a wayshrine, I guess the final one that lead us back to the very start of our journey. We stood before Vyrthur, sword in my hand, Serana ready to unload a spell with hers. He looked between us, no doubt taking into account both of us were armed and ready to attack if necessary.
"Give us the bow!" Serana demanded. Fairly reasonable, in my mind.
The last bit of confidence appeared as he stood tall and simply sneered at both of us. "How dare you. I was the Arch-Curate of Auri-El, girl. I had the ears of a god!"
Serana simply waved her hand in the air, a mocking gesture. "Until the 'Betrayed' corrupted you. Yes, yes. We've heard this sad story."
He laughed. The bastard actually laughed! "Gelebor and his kind are easily manipulated fools. Look into my eyes, Serana. You tell me what I am."
I looked as well and we shared a glance. Her surprise matched mine. Mostly because I hadn't been close enough to see his eyes. I'm surprised she hadn't picked up on it, though. "You're a vampire?" she asked quietly, "But… But Auriel should have protected you…"
He got angry and I thought he was about to attack. "The moment I was infected by one of my own Initiates, Auri-El turned his back on me. I swore I'd have my revenge, no matter what the cost."
I couldn’t help laugh at the idea. "Hang on a minute there. Are you saying that you wanted to have you revenge on, of all things, a god? Are you mad?"
"Auri-El himself may have been beyond my reach, but his influence on our world wasn't. All I needed was the blood of a vampire and his own weapon, Auriel's Bow."
"The blood of a vampire. Auriel's Bow. It was you? You bastard! You created that prophecy? You're the one responsible for destroying my family!"
He stepped forward menacingly, surprising considering he was outnumbered and I was very prepared to kill him. "A prophecy that lacked a single, final ingredient. The blood of a pure vampire. The blood of a Daughter of Coldharbour."
I struck so fast, neither he nor Serana would have seen the swing. From hip to shoulder, straight across his chest. He spun and collapsed face first onto the ground. Serana glanced at me for a second. “Fucker had it coming,” I growled.
Serana crouched down and turned him over to see he was still alive, though not for long. She took the dagger she kept hidden as she got down on one knee. His eyes looked at me only for a moment. “Look at me, Vyrthur,” she whispered, “You were waiting all this time for someone with my blood to come along. Well, too bad for you. I intend on keeping it.
And, with those final words, she slid the dagger across his throat.
Gelebor arrived a few minutes later. The first thing he noticed was his dead brother, and we had to explain the realities of the situation, what he actually was, the prophecy and the reason why everything had come to pass. He understood, though saddened by the fall of his brother, he cast a spell to reveal the bow, handing it to Serana. “Would you like it back when we’re done?” I asked.
“No. You have earned the right to keep it, and I trust it is in safe hands. Protect it like I have. That’s all I can ask.”
“What will you do now?” Serana asked, “You are the last of your kind.”
"Even with Vyrthur gone and the Inner Sanctum destroyed, my duty as a Knight-Paladin of Auri-El remains. I've been sworn to protect this vale and everything it represents until I die."
I offered my hand, Gelebor accepting it immediately. “I wish you well, Knight-Paladin.”
“And I you, Dragonborn.”
He opened the wayshrine for us, giving us last minute instructions to find our way out of the cave. It was dark by the time we made it back to our horses, but as our tent and bedrolls were still packed away, we could at least sleep in comfort that night.
I still had some meat left over from the deer I’d caught. After cooking and eating that, we’d already put the tent up, so we headed inside. Serana was… eager. I guess having spent so many days together, the attraction was only going to increase. We wasted little time undressing ourselves and each other, mouths almost clamped together before I laid her down on the ground. I was going to move down to eat her out but she grabbed my hand and pulled me forward, the head of my cock at her entrance. I raised an eyebrow before she reached down and made sure I slid inside her.
“Make love to me,” she whispered.
Apart from her fingers pressed into my back and her heels digging into me further down at times, the only movements were my thrusts into her, setting a decent rhythm, our constant kissing and… that’s about it, to be honest. The only time we moved properly was when she wanted to ride me. She had found a real joy for doing it at the grove, and after I’d cum in her once, relaxing with my cock still inside her, as she simply loved the feeling, I pulled out, flipped over, and the smile on her face when she slid down my cock again was nothing short of heart-warming.
And she really loved riding my cock through a couple of orgasms. The little sounds she made before and during were adorable. But she had no problem expressing herself. I was doing everything I could to show her, each and every time, that sex was enjoyable, particularly when shared between people who loved each other. And the one thing I wanted to ensure was that she orgasmed. I liked to think I was a considerate lover in that respect. I loved to have sex, admittedly with different women, but no matter who I was with, I always tried to make them cum.
Serana came more than once in the tent that evening. By the time she was done, I held her body to mine as she admitted to needing sleep as I had worn her out. “Wish I had a heartbeat right now,” she whispered, “Because it would be very fast right now, Ragnar.”
The next morning, we packed and headed east. We would need to report into Fort Dawnguard and make preparations for whatever was to come next. Her father had to be dealt with. We could have done it alone, in my opinion, but showing up with the Dawnguard at our backs would be a good thing. We’d never make the journey in one day so I suggested we stop in Whiterun. There was no sign of Aela, finding a note from her on the bed that stated she had headed north to the College. No real surprise there.
Having the place to ourselves, the first thing we did was wash, then we ate, then we headed upstairs.
Serana had her pussy well and truly pleasured that evening. Once I’d taken off her clothing, I laid her down on the bed, spread her legs, and simply devoured her. No idea how many times I made her orgasm. All I know is that I spent a very long time pleasing her like that. Barely used my fingers, only my tongue. When she finally asked me to stop, I slowly kissed up her body before I met her eyes, no surprise that she was eager to kiss me after all that.
She wanted to make love after that. I lasted maybe two minutes before I came hard inside her. We both giggled about it as I expected it to happen. All she did was wrap her legs tightly around my hips to keep my in place inside her as I barely softened. “I never thought I’d love the feeling of a man inside me, Ragnar,” she said quietly.
“Well, I definitely like being inside you, Serana. You have one tight pussy.” She would have definitely blushed if she’d been capable, looing away a little embarrassed. “Do you not like the sound of that?”
“I’m just not used to it, Ragnar. But I love the fact you love my pussy so much.”
We made love again a little later before going to sleep. And then again the next morning before we had breakfast and continued our journey east. It was a bright, sunny day, and I could see Serana wanting to take off her cloak to simply enjoy soaking in the warmth. It was the one subject I hadn’t really dared approach her about. Whether she wanted to remain a vampire or not was her choice only. But I will admit that part of me hoped she would get a cure.
It was late afternoon by the time we approached the fort. I’d been a vampire the last time I’d been there, so they were pleased to see I’d been cured. Everyone was used to Serana by now, realising she was an ally, so while they were not overly friendly towards her, her presence was at least more than tolerated. And when she showed Isran the bow, I think his own opinion changed completely, and this was a man who detested every vampire he met.
“May I see the bow?” Serana unrolled the bow from the rugs that were covering it, laying it on the ground. “You have gone to great lengths to obtain this. May I hold it?”
“Of course,” Serena replied.
To say he handled it with near reverence was an understatement. "It's beautiful. I've never seen anything like it before," he whispered.
"With this weapon in our hands, we will ensure the prophecy can never been fulfilled," Serana stated.
"It's time to make our move, Isran. No more delays," I added.
He kept a hand on the bow as he cast an eye over Serana. "Indeed. The day hasn't been won while Harkon still walks Tamriel. But what of Serana? Can she be trusted to lift a blade against her own kind? Her own family?"
I looked at Serana and she simply grinned. "Isran, you've just answered your own question."
Isran looked utterly confused. "I have?"
"You just called me Serana. You've never referred to me by name. You referred to me as 'she', not 'it'. To you, I must now be someone, not something. You may not and never trust me completely, and even after all this I will not hold that against you, but I can assume I have your respect at the very least."
Isran considered her words before he nodded. "You're right. You do have my respect for everything you have done for the Dawnguard. And, after everything you and the Dragonborn have done for us, I believe it is only right that you should have the bow to face your father."
"Thank you."
Then he looked at me. “I do have some news for you. Delphine returned a while back and stated she would not be returning, stating she would be focusing on her business with the Blades. Though saddened to lose someone of such skill, I assume this might make your life easier.”
“A little, I guess. I’m not surprised.”
“Very good. I will speak to the rest and we’ll start to organise our departure. Some friends of yours arrived the other day. I believe they are from the Companions and they wish to assist us.”
Serana and I headed straight upstairs, opening the door to reveal Aela, Lydia and the twins, Vilkas and Farkas. The last time Aela had seen me, I was a vampire. Her face lit up upon seeing me, running forward and leaping into my arms, immediately embracing her in return. “Thank the Nine,” she whispered.
“I said it was only a temporary measure,” I said quietly. Lydia stepped forward for a hug as well before I shook hands with the twins. “Okay, what brings you all here?”
“Well, Aela obviously knew you were up to Dawnguard business and I’d been involved before, so we figured you might need our help. We arrived here to learn you’d been gone a few days already.” She paused before adding, “We were here when Delphine made her last visit.”
“Did you speak to her?”
“She tried speaking to me. I was polite enough to hear her out but I told her to just leave. As far as I’m concerned, we’re done. I think she held out a little hope I might change my mind if we saw each other. She was obviously wrong. I think she was a mixture of angry and heartbroken by the end of it.”
“Do you know the plan, Ragnar?” Aela asked.
“Isran is speaking to the others now. He’ll come up and tell us later probably, but we’ll be leaving as soon as feasibly possible.”
We headed down for dinner after a good catch up, Isran filling us in with his idea. Rather simple. We pack our supplies and everyone heads to the north-west, crosses the strait, then we take the castle, Serana and I taking the bow to deal with her father while they took care of everyone else. Sometimes, the simple plans worked best.
Though an early night should have been the right option, I was busy chatting with the twins regarding Companion business but noticed Lydia, Aela and Serana in conversation, pleased the latter was immediately accepted as one of my girls. But there was no doubt Lydia was mentioning something, as Serana gave me a couple of glances, and heard more than one whispered exclamation from her. When I looked at Lydia, and noticed the smile on her face, I immediately knew what she was talking about.
The three eventually joined me and the twins, Lydia to one side of me, Serana and Aela to the other. “So, Ragnar, I’ve just been telling Serana about what we talked about long ago. I’m thinking tonight is the night,” Lydia stated.
“And before you worry, I’m absolutely okay with the idea, Ragnar. I know I’m not your only girl,” Serana added.
“She can stay with me tonight. Don’t think I’ll have my pussy played with, but maybe she’d like to get naked with me at least,” Aela stated in a rather sultry tone.
I simply looked up. “Dear Divines, thank you for blessing me with your gifts.”
Lydia just dug a gentle elbow into my ribs before she asked, “Are you okay with the idea?” I nodded. “Vilkas and Farkas already know. We chatted about it on the way here. They were surprised and just wanted to hear you were okay with the idea before we go ahead with it. It’s a one-time thing. I… want to settle down after this. With you and the girls, Ragnar.”
I looked across the table. “You two are interested in doing this?”
“Well, we do find Lydia attractive, Harbinger,” Vilkas replied.
“And we have enjoyed a woman together before,” Farkas added, “A third man will be something different.”
That sorted it. We bade everyone else goodnight as we headed to what was effectively ‘my’ wing of the fort. Aela and Serana both hugged me, wished me a good time, before they headed off to the spare room. They were already giggling away, pleased that the two were already getting on well. They’d met before at the college, but I’d noticed Mirabelle had taken a real shine to Serana immediately.
Entering our room, I suggested Lydia take charge simply because she knew what she wanted and the three of us were in there for her. “Okay, strip, the three of you.”
I didn’t hesitate. The twins shared a glance, shrugged, and did the same. The bodies of three warriors were quickly exposed. Hard muscle. Plenty of scars. The twins had black hair on their head and chest hair. Being a blonde, my hair was light and not as prevalent over my chest. We each looked at the cock of the others due to simple curiosity. Vilkas chuckled. “Well, Ragnar, looks like you’ve been blessed with more than one gift.”
“Aye. But you have to know how to use it, Vilkas.”
“True.”
Lydia didn’t stand on ceremony, stripping off herself, and the three of us definitely approved when she was standing naked before us. When she dropped to her knees, I knew what to do, the twins following my example, as she was quickly blowing one of us and stroking the others. “She’s very talented,” I told the twins, “And she’ll swallow what you give her.”
“Oh, I’m blowing all of you to completion, then we can fuck afterwards,” Lydia stated.
She focused on me first, taking great delight in swallowing my entire length as usual, which always pleased her. And she proved to be just as talented as ever, as she soon had me moaning quietly, relying on only her mouth, her hands still stroking the twins. I ran a hand through her hair and gently started to thrust at the same time. “Lydia,” I whispered.
“She’s pretty good, Ragnar?” Farkas asked.
“Trust me, you’re going to last five minutes once she focuses on you.”
I warned her I was getting close but all that made her do was double her efforts, eager to take the first load in her mouth. She’d blow us, make us cum, because she knew we’d last longer fucking her. I groaned a couple more times before I warned her I was about to cum. She moaned herself when the first shot hit the back of her mouth, groaning loudly that the Aela and Serana probably heard me. Lydia kept sucking me until I was empty and she’d cleaned my cock, licking up and down my shaft a few times. “By Ysmir, I love your cum, Ragnar,” she breathed.
The twins just looked at me and I shrugged. “Well, she’s blow me a lot. Swallows it more often that not if I cum in her mouth.”
I let her focus on the twins as I headed to her pack where I knew she kept the oil we needed. As she busied herself blowing Farkas, I sat behind her, gently playing with her breasts before I moved my hand down to her pussy, no surprise at all she was already soaking wet. That made her stop blowing Farkas for a second. “Ragnar… you’re distracting me…”
“I’m just getting your arse ready, Lydia, but I can’t help playing with that pussy of yours.”
She suggested we change slightly, moving over to the bed, where the twins sat on their knees, Lydia on her hands and knees before them, while I got behind Lydia. With what was now on display, the only thing I was going to do first was eat her out. It distracted her but she was eager to finish the twins off as well, so it was a race as to who would cum first. I then surprised her by moving from her pussy, pouring a little oil, then I figured I’d just eat her arse. That set her off big time. “Oh gods,” she moaned.
“Keep blowing the twins, Lydia,” I ordered.
I watched her head bob up and down even faster on Farkas, little wonder he didn’t last much longer. As soon as she’d taken his load, she immediately switched to Vilkas. He looked rather turned on, so didn’t think he’d last long. Pouring a little more oil on Lydia, I slid a couple of fingers into her arse and she was already eager for more than just those. Farkas sat beside me and slid a couple of fingers into her pussy.
It was too much for her and she came hard. Somehow, she kept blowing Vilkas, who was rather turned on by the fact Lydia had just cum, and he left his load in her mouth at the same time. Lydia then just bent her head down onto the mattress as the three of us fingered her together, my fingers just buried in her arse, Farkas in her pussy, while Vilkas positioned himself to fondle her clit. “Oh gods!” she cried out.
“Wait until we’re all inside you,” I said.
“Can’t wait to fuck her, Ragnar,” Farkas stated.
“We’ll make her cum again, then we’ll do just that,” I added.
She didn’t last long, far too much attention being given to her, looking back, her eyes smouldering with nothing but unbridled lust and desire. When she came again, I think it was even stronger, as she asked us to stop once it had passed through her body. We removed our fingers as she collapsed to the bed, breathing deeply, her cheeks bright red, slight sheen of sweat on her forehead, strands of brunette hair stuck to it.
Honestly, she looked beautiful in that moment. I think she knew the look I was giving her, as she returned a sweet smile.
“Who wants my pussy?” she asked, “Before you ask, Ragnar gets my arse first.”
Vilkas eventually lay down, Lydia positioning herself and sliding down his cock, and she was immediately full of compliments. Farkas positioned himself so she could blow him again, Lydia happily starting to ride Vilkas as I oiled up my cock, getting behind Lydia, giving her firm arse a good slap. She glanced back and grinned. Pressing my cock to her arsehole, she stopped riding Vilkas so I could slide it in slowly.
Once I was buried, she asked Vilkas and I to start fucking her. I grabbed a handful of her hair, though didn’t move her head too much so she could still give Farkas attention, noticing the hands of Vilkas on her hips. Then we fucked her, establishing a rhythm, alternating our thrusts. Lydia absolutely loved every second, lasting all of two minutes before Farkas simply couldn’t be given attention. Lydia sat up enough so I could lean forward, kissing up her back and neck before she turned so I could kiss her. “I love it when you fuck my arse, Ragnar. Makes it even better when someone’s in my cunt at the same time.”
“You enjoying yourself, Vilkas?” I asked.
“Lydia is quite the woman,” he grunted.
I kept a gentle hand around her throat as she kept looking back at me, her face stating only one thought. She was loving it. Absolutely loving it. So I decided to go a little harder and faster, her face lighting up. “I remember when we’d fuck like this constantly,” she moaned.
“It’s been a while.”
I eventually let her go as she fell forward, resting on her forearms, as I repositioned, almost crouching as I really started to pound her, hearing her ask Vilkas to do the same thing. She was making plenty of noise, all of is positive, appreciating everything we were giving her. Vilkas was the first to cum, Lydia simply resting on his cock, waiting for me to cum as well. I lasted a little longer, by the end I was really hammering my cock into her.
After I’d cum in her as well, I had to pull out immediately and collapse onto my back as Lydia lifted herself off Vilkas and lay down herself, giggling away. “Well, that’s both holes well and truly fucked.” She paused before adding, “You’ll get your chance, Farkas. I know I couldn’t focus on you.”
“Oh, I was enjoying just watching, Lydia. Consider me impressed.”
“I wouldn’t mind a twin spitroast once your brother has recovered. You can fuck me and I’ll blow your brother.”
“I’ll sit that one out.”
“No problem, Ragnar.”
Vilkas took around fifteen minutes to recover before Lydia was back on her hands and knees. As the three enjoyed themselves, I snuck out and headed to the other room, poking my head through the door to see Aela and Serana were already under furs, though the former pulled back the covers to show they were naked. “No, we’re not doing anything else. I just wanted to see Serana in all her glory, and she approved of me.”
Serana simply stared at my oil covered cock, so I closed the door and approached the bed. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to sleep with either of you,” I said, taking a seat next to Aela, “I’m giving those three a little space. She’s being spitroasted.”
“What did you do with her?” Serana wondered.
“Double penetration. That’s one in the front, one in the back. She did try to blow Farkas, but found those of us fucking her rather distracting.”
“And I assume you were giving her anal?” Aela asked, a knowing smirk on her face.
“Of course.”
Serana leaned into Aela. “She really likes it?” she whispered.
“Oh, she absolutely loves it, Serana. I’ve been witness to it, when Ragnar is just utterly pounding Lydia in the arse. Even I wince at what she can take, but she just seems to love every second. No woman is the same, after all. But before you worry, Ragnar certainly doesn’t expect that from everyone or anyone. He does it with Lydia because she loves it, though I’m sure he’ll admit he does enjoy himself.”
“Definitely. But she said tonight is the final fling before she calms down.”
Aela smiled. “Ah, someone has motherhood on their mind.”
Serana raised her eyebrows at that admission. “Really?”
“Oh, Serana, Ragnar is going to be fathering a number of children with different women. Trust me on that one.”
Serana looked at me, a little embarrassed. “Oh… I’ve never really considered…”
Leaning over, I kissed Serana on the cheek, then did the same to Aela. “Right, I’ll go back and join those three. I’m sure there’s a way I can involve myself. Get some sleep and I’ll see you in the morning.”
Walking back into the other bedroom, Lydia now had a cock in her arse and a cock in her pussy, Farkas now underneath her with Vilkas pounding her arse. She noticed me approach and gestured, so I kneeled beside her as she happily started to suck my cock. “Guess this is just what you want, right?” She made an agreeing sound and managed to blow me despite the treatment she was receiving.
“By Talos, her arse is fantastic,” Vilkas grunted.
“And you can certainly fuck it well, Vilkas,” Lydia replied before resuming her blowjob.
Farkas was now really pounding her at the same time, little wonder he was on the verge of an orgasm. Vilkas started to meet his twin’s movements, and I think they were aiming to cum in her at roughly the same time. She had to stop blowing me for a while as it was simply too much for her, crying out in joy as they really started to pound her, Farkas eventually finishing first, but Vilkas didn’t last much longer before he buried himself and came as well.
I think that pretty much ended the night. Lydia had got what she wanted, but I could see she was tired and also starting to feel the effects of two large cocks pounding both her tight holes. She stood up and staggered slightly, cum dribbling out of her, which made her do nothing but giggle. “Well, I have to say that I am one well fucked women. Thank you.”
The twins didn’t hang around long after that, giving themselves a quick wipe down before sharing a hug and kiss with Lydia before disappearing out the door. It all happened so fast, when Lydia closed the door and locked it, leaning back against it, she just smiled as I sat down before walking towards me. She leaned down and gave me a soft kiss. “Thank you, Ragnar.”
“Well, while I would say you’re welcome, it was just for you, Lydia.”
“That will be the only time. I’ve done it now, but now I only want to be with you and the girls. You will be my only man going forward. And once this is over, I think we all have things to discuss, right?”
“We do. Quite a few things to talk about.”
“Now while I would like to make love now, I think it’s best if we just went to sleep and we can make love when all this is over. I know Aela will be gagging for it by then, and I can see how affectionate you and Serana are. You’ve made love?”
“We have.”
“Good. That woman needs someone to love her. No idea what she’s been through, but I can only suggest it’s been horrific.”
After we both cleaned up properly, she snuggled into me once we were under the furs, wrapping an arm around her as she trailed her fingers up and down my chest. We rarely went to bed just the pair of us, and it was a nice feeling, something I knew she would enjoy. Left exhausted by the events of that evening, there was no surprise that she fell asleep quickly. I took a little longer, left thinking about what was going to happen upon arriving at the castle.
The only thing that mattered was defeating Harkon and ending the madness.