Dragonborn Rising Ch. 01

"How can I pass up that offer, but I can't stay here for free. Standard deal – house keeps two-thirds of the take and I get room and board for the night."

"Deal," beamed Mralki and motioned her to leave her things at the door. He instructed two of his girls to take her things to her room and begin drying them for her. "I have something special to show you, lass," and motioned her to follow him in the direction of the new addition she had seen.

He opened the door at the back of the inn and stepped aside so that Naadia could walk in. "I've added a bathhouse for weary travelers and it includes a sauna, for cold wet nights such as this," he said proudly.

"A bathhouse," said Naadia astonished. She had heard they were a thriving business in Cyrodiil and other cosmopolitan areas of Tamriel, but to have one in rural Rorikstead amazed her.

"You can have it all to yourself, since your currently the only resident of this fine establishment, Mralki said and added, "I'll get your dinner going. Leave your wet things there by the door and I'll have the girls dry them for you."

She accepted the offer and did ask for a mug of hot, spiced wine to enjoy as she warmed herself. For the next hour she basked in the hot, dry atmosphere of the sauna. It brought back memories of her childhood in Hammerfell, before her captivity. Her father, Aelfric Heart-Striker, had been a Nord mercenary. He had come seeking fame and glory during the Great War with the Thalmor. He was wounded in a battle and came under the care of a Redguard healer named Adeena. They fell in love and he settled there, preferring the warm, dry conditions of the Alik'r Desert to that of frigid Skyrim. They had been killed in a Thalmor raid and she had been taken as a child slave to Cyrodiil. In her twenties she had escaped and made her way north to Skyrim. She felt drawn here and wanted to explore the land of her father.

She had been captured trying to cross the border. Gods, she thought. A lot had happened in just a few years.

She cleared her mind and shook away those thoughts as she lounged naked and sweating, on a bench of the dry room. She let the cold be leeched from her body and patted away the film of sweat that glistened on her bronzed skin with a towel. Occasionally, she would take a dipper of water and pour it onto the hot coals of the brazier in the middle of the sauna, releasing a gout of steam into the air to add some humidity.

After she had drained every drop of the wine, she stood. Grabbing a fresh towel from the pile near the door to the next room, she padded to the bathroom. Cooler than the sauna, the knee-deep pool of water felt refreshing, as she stepped into the clear water. She noticed that when a small wheel by the door. She got out of the poo and turned it. A cascade of water was created from a pipe she now noticed in the ceiling. She smiled and stepped into the water. Entering the torrent, let the water course over her body and beat away the ache in her muscles from the day's ride. She would have to tell Vilkas about this and arrange a getaway for them here – very soon.

She enjoyed a good bath and toweled herself dry. She then donned her bard's dress and went out to enjoy a wonderful evening.

Later ... after four sets and an encore performance, she was ready for bed. The day's ride was now catching-up with her. She had made Mralki a considerable amount of money and her take – even though she really didn't need it – was quite handsome. She had begun the evening with family fare, as she saw there were quite a few families with young children present. She sung many of the child-friendly tunes and encourage the young ones to join her for several of them.

After the first set and when she began seeing the mothers leaving to put the kids to bed, she played a few of her more ribald numbers, to the delight of the men, who would often join in. In her final set, she tried out a musical version of the 'Lusty Argonian Maid,' she had been putting together. Along with the lyrical innuendo, she added a few well-placed flashes of flesh, giggles, wiggles and shimmies. It brought the house down.

After undressing and falling into bed, she fell into a deep sleep. Usually her sleep was completely dreamless, but occasionally she would dream of her and Vilkas on an adventure and after battling the foes, enjoying rough and tumble lovemaking – as he always enjoyed it. This dream was different, and it seemed so real. It concerned the one person other than her husband she ever longed for.

She walked through woods and could see a star-filled sky above her, through the canopy of leaves. She wore her favorite armor – the Savior's Hide set although it was different. It was a lustrous white in the darkness. As usual, she had neither sword or any other type of weapon. As the Arch Mage of the College of Winterhold, she had mastered the use of magicka and could create weapons out of thin air. She saw the light of torches ahead through the trees and moved in that direction.

She entered a clearing and knew exactly where she was – Sovengarde! The night sky was filled with stars. Torches lined the clearing and she saw someone she knew, loved and admired there. Kodlak Whitemane. He had been her Master and Harbinger, in the Companions. She had been responsible for his death, but also responsible for freeing him from his curse.

She smiled warmly as she walked toward him. He held open his arms and enfolded her in a warm embrace. "My child it is good to see you, again," he said.

Overwhelmed by her emotion, she began crying. He held her close and comforted her as she wept. Finally, she lifted her head from his shoulder and said, "Oh Kodlak, I'm so sorry for everything that I have done. My lust for revenge caused your death. I didn't see you when I was here the last time. I longer to beg your forgiveness."

"Forgiveness for what," he asked. Smiling he said, "You saved me! It's because of you, I am able to enjoy this wonderful place," as he stepped back and spread wide his arms.

"Come," the older man motioned and pointing to rich furs that were spread on the ground and a cask of mead and two tankards. "Let us put away our sorrows and replace them with drink and mirth!"

Naadia noticed the afterlife had changed the old Harbinger. He was no longer dour and silent. He laughed heartily, and he bore an almost continual smile. He appeared younger by at least twenty-years, although his head and facial hair was still grey. They laughed and retold old stories. She shared with him that she was the Dragonborn and he acknowledged by saying, "I always knew there was something special about you."

As they drank and laughed, Naadia noticed a basin with water and towels and decided to take the first step. She knew where this dream was headed and decided to take the first step. She took a long pull of mead, looked into Kodlak's eyes and said, "Let us consummate our love."

Kodlak stopped in mid-laugh and sat there silent.

She had a vibrant and wonderfully-heated relationship with Vilkas – almost white-hot; however, she desired a degree of passion that her strong Nord lacked. They both enjoyed their lovemaking his way. They would start by applying fragrant oil to each other and wrestling. Best three out five matches then played the lead in the sex that soon followed. Naadia would give into her husband often, so his ego wouldn't be bruised. They always finished in the way the wolves mated. She loved the intensity, but longed for more.

Exploring her Nord roots had opened the door to the rich heritage she had inherited. Naadia had spent time at the Temple of Dibella in Markarth, before her marriage, learning how she could best please her husband. Senna, the Breton High Priestess had shared with her the ancient Nord ritual of the marriage night and it fascinated her. She longed to explore its eroticism, but Vilas only wanted the destination – the climax and never enjoy the passionate journey toward that landmark.

"That isn't possible," Kodlak said, shaking his head. "Your already bound to another," he finished.

"Kodlak, I'm not asking for a lifetime or even an eternity," she pleaded. "I am asking for one night. I love Vilkas with all of my heart and he a good man," Naadia began.

"A VERY good man," Kodlak interjected, stabbing a finger at her.

"I love him with all that I am, but I want passion as well," she said and continued by adding, "Everyone speaks of how strong a Nord woman is, but I want to experience the passion a true Nord can enjoy!"

As she poured out her feelings to him, Kodlak dropped his head. She told her Harbinger that she had been tempted to make a side trip to Riften and obtain an amulet of Mara, on her way back from dealing with the Glenmoril Coven. About how her heart had been crushed upon learning of his death and about the pain she felt in not seeing him the first time she had visited Sovengarde. She finished by pleading, "Don't deny me this moment," as tears streamed down her face.

After a long moment of silence, she took in a breath, slowly exhaled and smiled. Reaching out with a hand she raised his head to look him in the eye and said once again, "Let us consummate our love."

Kodlak nodded his head in the affirmative and then said, "How can I deny such love and devotion. Attend to me my love," and stood with arms wide.

Naadia's smile broadened and she stood. They embraced each other and kissed deeply, as their tongues sparred for several minutes. They caressed each other with their hands as they did so. Their lips parted with a smack and they smiled at each other for another few moments. Naadia played with the older man's beard and patted his cheek.

As the ritual specified, Naadia playfully bit her lower lip and went to work on removing each piece of Kodlak's armor. She did it slowly and heightened the passion by brushing her hands lightly over the older man's muscular arms, chest, abdomen and legs. She bent down and took a washing cloth, dipped it into the basin and found the water was warm and inviting. As she washed Kodlak, she noticed the front of his loincloth beginning to rise. She dropped to her knees in front of him and gazed into his eyes and said, "My lord, let me polish your spear."

Kodlak responded as he touched her upturned face, "Yes my love. Please do"

Naadia untied the knot that held the cloth in place and let it drop to the ground. Kodlak's penis bobbed in front of her, as it slowly stiffened. She smiled and gently grasped the growing organ and stroked it, bringing it to rigid attention. It was large, greater than two of her hand widths and quite thick. Kodlak's eyes closed, as he enjoyed the pleasant feeling. She then cupped his scrotum and fondled his balls. At the same time, her tongue darted out of her mouth, to encircle the crown of the older man's member. She then spent several moments sucking him. She loved the salty taste of the juices that flowed from Nord men, as she pleasured them.

Letting his erect member pop for her mouth, she stood and turned. Looking over her shoulder she gazed into his eyes lustily and said, "Help me out of this armor, my love."

Kodlak pulled at the laces to untie the fur armor, as Naadia reached back to continue fondling with him to keep him hard. He too let his hands glide over her firm anatomy, as he worked to free her of the armor's bindings. As the last of the knot were loosened, the bodice fell forward, exposing her breasts. His strong hands moved to her hips to slide the armor off. She moaned with pleasure as his hands came up to cup her beasts and his thumb and forefingers playfully pinched and tugged her dark nipples to full hardness. While doing this he kissed her shoulders and nibbled her neck with his teeth.

She turned to face him. Except for the cloth she wore around her hips, she was naked. The torch light accentuating the brown tones of her skin, the blackness of her tight nipples. She was a Nord's perfect dream. He stepped forward again wrapping her in his arms. Kissing her, he then let his hands drop to her firm butt and he took one cheek in each hand and pulled her toward him. She again moaned with pleasure. His hands then slide deftly from her rump and around to her firm abdomen. They found the knot to the simple linen undergarment she wore. He untied this last binding and then slid a hand down between her legs, as the other again kneaded her firm bottom. She raised one leg to better accommodate his exploration, as he massaged her clitoris and slid his fingers into her now wet love canal.

Naadia broke the embrace gasping for air and panted, "I need you in me, my love."

The Older Harbinger smiled and said, "But of course, my love. It would be an honor."

She dropped to her knees and pulled him down to her, she lowered herself in front of him and folded her arms in front of her, resting her head on her elbows. She had presented herself fully ready for receiving his love.

He looked down at the glorious sight. The dark skin of her perfectly shaped bottom shown in the torchlight. The pinkness of the waiting lips of her womanhood glistened invitingly. He reached to grasp her hips, but stopped himself and said firmly, "No! I will not do it this way," and he dropped his head, in defeat.

Thinking the moment lost, Naadia raised herself and embraced him, saying, "What's wrong Kodlak?"

He held her at arm's length and looked her in the eyes with tears streaming down his face. What he said next stunned her and endeared her even more to him. "You are not some bitch and I, a He-wolf, rutting as if we were in the heat of mating season. We have been freed from the curse of the beast blood. I cannot accept your love, like some animal."

She wiped his tears away with a curled finger and cupped his face in her hands and kissed him again tenderly. She then laid-back, reclining on her elbows, spreading her legs. "Make love to me as a true Nord," she invited huskily. Kodlak then leaned forward and positioned himself above her and she raised her knees to better accommodate his entrance, resting them on his hips. He reached down with one hand and placed his throbbing penis between the swelling lips of her labia and pushed forward. A moan escaped Naadia as she felt him fill her.

He set a slow, steady pace of stroking in and out. Her hands went to his hairy chest and strong pectoral muscles beneath his tanned skin. She rubbed his muscular sides and used her fingernails to lightly tickle he washboard firm abdomen. She reveled in this moment and moaned with pleasure. They then changed positions, allowing her to be on top and him reclining. He toyed with her ample bronzed breasts, tweaking her dark, almost black nipples, kissing and sucking them. All the while, she slid up and down on his throbbing member.

The passion seemed to go on an eternity, as their breathing quickened. They shifted positions several times. Drenched with sweat, they finally came to climax, as Kodlak thrust hard into Naadia hips as she simultaneously bucked in the throes of orgasm, before they collapsed into each other's arms.

"By the divines," Kodlak laughed, "The Dragonborn is quite a catch. I truly envy Vilkas."

Naadia pulled him closer, desiring to cuddle. Her piercing ice-blue eyes gazing deeply into his she said, "Thank you for this moment, my Harbinger."

She then rolled her hips using a wrestling move Vilkas had taught her. Kodlak being caught off guard tumbled onto his back. Laughing, she straddled him and kissed his face neck and shoulders, before again deeply kissing his mouth. She laid against him closing her eyes, enjoying his warmth. His strong arms enveloped her. He rubbed her back and lovingly patted her butt. Finally he sighed contentedly, saying, "Our time is now done, you must go back to Skyrim now."

She drifted off to sleep, mumbling, "Just a few more minutes, my love. Just a moment more."

In her room Naadia Heart-Striker moaned and tossed, mumbling in her sleep. Occasionally she would smile, as her eyes darted back and forth under their lids. While she was dreaming, a luminous red ball of light hovered above her bed. It remained there until just before dawn broke.