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Ragnar wasn’t what many people would have imagined when thinking of a legendary hero, his beginnings were rough. Growing up in Riften he was exposed to the darker side of life, both his parents were mercenaries, both died when he was but a lad, leaving him to fend for himself until his father’s mercenary clan took him in and taught him to fight, to fend for himself.
Ragnar was a fighter, pure and simple, he fought with whatever he could get his hands on, whether it was a sword, a dagger, an axe, a Warhammer or his own fists; Ragnar was a master of combat. He knew the ways the other races fought, he could be as strong as an Orc, Sly as a Khajiit, quiet as an Argonian or as crafty as a Dunmer. Due in part of the tutoring of his father's mercenary brothers, men he came to see as Uncles.
When grown as a man, Ragnar stood at a tall 6 and a half feet, his braided pitch-black hair, battle hardened features and bright amber eyes made him quite an attraction to the ladies, whilst his sculpted physique made him a deterrent from any thugs that got antsy.
He made his name in the south of Skyrim, coming into his own as a sword for hire, a member of the infamous Blackclaw Clan; the Mercenary clan his father founded before he was born. He made his living by selling his services to those who paid well, odd jobs for the Jarl and businesses surrounding Riften was common for him, he even made coin by working as a bodyguard for the Black Briars. He knew their family had an ill-fated reputation, and not without good reason, but the pay was good, and Ragnar’s decision making was hardly the best at that point in his life.
Ragnar’s biggest weakness was his hunger for the finest things life had to offer. Be it a good fight, fine mead, fine food or in the case of the Black Briars…beautiful women.
When Maven Black Briar found out he had been bedding her daughter Ingun, she demanded his head be brought to her on a platter for the grand reward of 800 gold septims.
It was the first time Ragnar had to swallow his pride and flee, leaving poor Ingun without a real man to warm her bed. After a lot of running through hills, fields and forests, he found himself slap in the middle of an Imperial ambush to capture the leader of the Stormcloaks.
Just his fucking luck.
Then again, perhaps the gods were indeed looking down on him, for what would have been his execution became a second chance. Who knew that his salvation would come in the form of a giant black dragon? That he would soon find that his destiny was to become the saviour of Skyrim, the Dragonborn, the mythical warrior who could combat the dragon threat.
Not bad for a simple Nord who began as a simple Riften mercenary?
A year later and Ragnar’s life had changed a considerable amount. He had found a home in Whiterun, made a Thane after saving the city from a Dragon attack, he had visited the Greybeards to learn of his destiny and of his newfound power of the Voice. He had slayed Dragons, monsters and began a new life as the legendary Dovahkiin, and hopefully one day soon would end the trail of the destruction of Alduin the World Eater.
But even after a year as the hero of Skyrim, he still had the hunger of a beast deep in his veins.
A beast never denied their lusts, they ran with the wind and hunted when hungry, they mated when their loins burned, and they ate their fill when the chance arose.
Ragnar had always been a beast, whether in battle or in the sheets.
Lydia could feel the evidence in that with his savage and bestial thrusts.
“Uh! R-Ragnar!!” Lydia cried out, gripping onto her Thane with everything she had.
Ragnar’s strong physique ploughed into the Houscarl’s body with all the bestial hunger of an animal in the depths of heat. The Dragonborn’s long black hair and gleaming amber eyes made for an imposing coupling as he thrusted into Lydia, deeper and harder with every thrust of his hips. As if driven by a need to breed the beautiful sworn shield beneath him.
Ragnar only grunted as his length practically slid through Lydia’s soaking wet depths, piercing her as easy as his own sword pierced through flesh.
The grunting and low moaning of both Nords was the only sound besides the crackling of the fireplace to their side. Ragnar’s dwelling of Breezehome was outfitted for comfort, and comfortable he must have been, to need to fuck his Housecarl by the fire instead of the perfectly functioning bed just upstairs.
Then again Ragnar was hardly the type to do things civil, if he wanted to fuck Lydia on the rug just by the fire then he would do just that.
Ragnar was hardly Lydia’s first, but no man before had ever managed to make her feel this way. Ever since being put in Ragnar’s charge by Jarl Balgruuf she had come to see him as more than a simple Thane to be served.
He was a warrior, fearless and ferocious as they came, both in battle and in the throes of passion as they were in now.
Nord warriors were not ones to mince words about sex, when they felt the need, they would strip and get down to what they wanted. Its one of the things that Lydia loved about her Thane so dearly, Ragnar was never one to deny his needs nor hers.
His nature was pure, bestial, and his hunger for beautiful women was hardly something he denied himself.
He grunted and growled as he felt his end nearing, as Lydia herself was grasping for dear life at the very edge of orgasm. Her own insides barely a match for her Thane’s desires as she cried out in pleasure when he emptied himself within her.
“AAAAAAAAH!!!!” Lydia cried out, clutching Ragnar to her.
Ragnar’s response was to latch his teeth into the crook of Lydia’s neck, not hard enough to pierce her skin but enough to leave a mark.
The Thane let his essence fill his Housecarls’ insides, much like he had filled the insides of so many women in his life. Ragnar had not the desire nor the fear of what may come of releasing himself inside of a woman he lay with.
Then again Lydia wasn’t opposed to his seed quickening within her belly, she thought as she and Ragnar panted in exhaustion.
Later, when the strength had returned to them, they still lay in front of the fire, naked in all their glory, an uncorked bottle of mead and a plate of assorted foods on the floor beside them. Lydia was huddled to her Thane’s side as he drank mead from his goblet, his arm curled around her shoulders.
Ragnar was a handsome man, handsome not in the pretty boy way, but in the rugged, well lived traveler way. His face had small scars littering it, evidence from fist fights and bloody battles, his body too, littered with scars from blade, arrow, fang and claw.
“You’ve been gone a while” Lydia said, rubbing a hand on his chest, her finger tracing over what was the faint line of a dagger wound.
“Yeah...sorry about that Lydia. I've been busy lately, turns out being Dragonborn keeps you busy” Ragnar replied, putting his goblet down.
“Where did it take you this time?” She asked.
“Up North, more dragons causing havoc around Winterhold, stories of Vampires down near Riften, Talos knows what going on in Markarth” Ragnar replied with a sigh.
“Markarth?” Lydia asked.
“The Dwarven ruins, apparently, they’ve been uncovering some strange things” Ragnar replied.
"You could let me come along, I'm not some helpless maiden you know?" Lydia replied
"I need you here Lydia, Whiterun needs every sword it can get right now. With the Dragons and the war, you serve me best by defending the city" Ragnar replied.
"I get the feeling you want to have all the fun to yourself" Lydia smirked.
"I like a good fight, but fighting a fucking undead Dragon Priest is not something you want to do while worrying for someone you care about" Ragnar replied.
Lydia's insides warmed at that comment, Ragnar may have been a raging best in the sheets but it wasn't as shallow as many people thought, when she and the Dragonborn lay together she knew he cared. Ragnar simply had too much affection in his viens, he loved beautiful women, and his self-control was hardly the best. Hell, his self-control was why he had a bounty on his head in Riften in the first place.
But even then, his words made her smile brightly. For a Housecarl whose duty was to protect her Thane, Lydia was warmed by her Thane's need to keep her safe against the more difficult parts of the life of the Dragonborn.
“It’s no wonder you were so…pent up” Lydia smiled, laying a kiss on his chest.
“You did swear to carry my burdens” Ragnar smiled before pulling Lydia into a kiss.
Lydia and Ragnar smiled, looking into each other’s eyes before Lydia’s narrowed and realized a new addition. A faint line across Ragnar’s collarbone, a blade had made the mark from how clean the cut was. Lydia traced a finger across it and met Ragnar’s eyes once again.
“This is a new one” she stated.
“Oh, that…to be honest I can’t remember how I got that one” Ragnar replied, scratching the back of his head.
“You’re way too reckless you know that?” Lydia smiled.
“I thought you liked me being reckless” Ragnar smirked.
“Too much of a good thing can be dangerous” Lydia leaned in closer.
“Is that so?” Ragnar asked with a smirk.
“It is, my Thane” Lydia and Ragnar’s lips met once again.
The Nord warrior woman quickly climbed on top of Ragnar, her legs at either side of his hips as she placed her hands on his pecs. The two Nords kissed passionately, the fire glowing against their naked bodies, Ragnar’s hands grasping at her hips as she took his length within her to the base.
Ragnar ravished his Housecarl, driving into her depths as hard as he could. Sweat running down their bodies as they fucked into the night, achieving orgasm after orgasm until they both fell into a deep sleep.
Lydia lay in Ragnar’s arms as they slept, her pale skin melding with his own snow white flesh, marred by his many scars. She smiled as she dreamt of the many adventures they had partaken in, the many adventures and battles yet to come.
She had seen him fell dragons, kill monsters that could rend regular men asunder, slay tyrants and murderers as easily as breathing. He was a man she would gladly follow into the depths of the deepest hell, and he was a man she would gladly bare a child for.
Well guys what did you think? Admittedly this is just an intro to the story, Ragnar and Lydia are already in the sack and there are a lot of other ladies just waiting for a go. Please let me know what you think and Leave a review, it always helps