Dragonborn Rising Ch. 17

Chapter 17 - Domestic Bliss

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Moving Muiri into Riftweald took barely a couple of hours as she didn't need to move any furniture, only her clothes and personal mementoes. I'd bought her a wardrobe and a chest of drawers to hang her clothes in and the drawers for her more personal garments, and made sure she had plenty of space for any other personal effects. Aranea moved out and into her Muiri's old place, which Muiri would still use as her personal shop, and a storage place for all her ingredients and potions. Aranea would split her time between my place and there.

I was quite used to looking after myself, and even Aranea was left annoyed as I'd quite happily cook for myself. But Muiri slipped straight into the role of what I would called 'domestic goddess'. Coming home after whatever I was doing, whether a day at the Guild or out hunting for game and hides, I would wander in to find Muiri already at the pit, cooking up a storm. She would always smile and greet me with a hug and kiss that would already want me wanting more. She knew exactly what she was doing too. Sometimes we'd have to move the pot so we could head upstairs and not worry about the food burning.

Most nights, we'd sit together on the porch and share a bottle of wine, Muiri nearly always sitting on my lap, leaning back against me. We would generally be sitting in darkness, though we'd still hear cries of 'hello' and 'good evening' from those who were passing by. There would be occasional visits to the Bee and Barb, but we found enjoyment in the presence of the other and were quite content to stay at home most of the time.

One evening, Muiri mentioned that she would like to go hunting with me. While surprised, I offered to show her how to use a bow and arrow. There was much laughter when she insisted she could use magic, left wondering how talented she was. Showing me the next day, I think I fell in love with her a little bit more, if it were possible. I had no idea she knew such spells!

"Why didn't you tell me!?" I asked after almost burning down the entire forest. Not literally, but the fire spell she used was utterly destructive.

She shrugged, almost embarrassed. "I've never really had to show off. I'm an alchemist, not a mage."

"You could be both. You could be... Still, I think you should learn the bow. There's something noble about hunting an animal and taking it down with a simple wooden bow and arrow."

Smirking, she leaned into me and asked, "You consider magic cheating?"

I made a gesture with fingers. "Maybe just a little."

She relented quickly. "Okay, I'll learn the bow, just for you."

Teaching her the bow was a lot of fun, as it meant a whole lot of body contact. And, of course, that distracted us both, and half the time we ended up doing other things other than practicing her bow. Mostly just a lot of making out and cuddling, which would leave us laughing at the fact we were both so incredibly useless at times. But it was just a small sign of how happy we were together. I couldn't remember an argument, barely a disagreement. We just seemed to always be on the same wavelength.

In addition to never going to bed even slightly angry, never leaving a room without saying I love you, and near constant affection for each other, there was no decrease at all in our intimacy. In fact, I think it increased and kept at the same level once we had rings on our fingers. Returning from Eastmarch, we would make love more often than not upon waking up, I would sometimes return home for lunch, where we'd fit in a hot, steamy 'quickie', and at night, well, we'd generally wear each other out and go to sleep with smiles on our faces.

Despite all the above, despite our near constant lovemaking and affection, the one topic we didn't talk much about after the wedding was children. I think part of the reason was that we wanted to enjoy each other for as long as possible before introducing babies and little people to our lives, as we knew our lives would change once that happened. Not for the worst, but the idea of making love anywhere around our house would go out the window.

I'm sure it was at least three months after the wedding and our trip away to Eastmarch before we even thought about the idea again. For the first time in a long time, I detected some nerves when she sat down next to me, on the lounge in front of the fire. I could sense something was on her mind, so placed the book I was reading down on the table next to me before turning towards her. She took my hands in hers, eyes gazing into mine, and I could see something was on her mind.

"Ragnar, I want to start a family."

"Okay."

To me, it was that simple. My response made her laugh for a moment before she turned serious. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely," I replied, making sure I sounded as adamant as possible.

"You realise..." I cut off whatever she was going to say by kissing her. I felt her smile as I kissed her, so I think she understood why I chose to cut her off. We kissed for a while before finally breaking apart. Taking a deep breath, she stroked my cheek and said, "Well, that answers whatever question I was going to ask."

"The thought of having children with you, Muiri, makes me ridiculously happy."

Not wanting to waste any time, she grabbed me by the hand and led me upstairs. She suggested we needed more practice but her body needed to be ready too. Apparently she would need to ween herself of the potions before her body would be capable. I didn't really understand, but she managed to dumb it down enough that it was a case of, once she was capable, I'd find myself rather exhausted, in a good way.

While my domestic life was indeed bliss, that didn't stop me from continuing my work with the Guild. I tried not to find myself away from Riften for too long. In fact, I think Brynjolf went out of his way to ensure I was never away for longer than a night or two at most. I did find myself in Whiterun for a meeting with our contact there, and running into Ysolda was amusing and awkward all at once. Though I remembered each night we'd spent together fondly, and that was without us never having been intimate, I did have to politely remove her from my lap and explain I was now married. Though surprised, she was happy to hear the news.

Guild jobs were handled by others most of the time. Brynjolf kept the day to day operations going for me. Karliah looked after Nightingale business, particular further afield, outside of Skyrim, increasing our presence across Tamriel. We'd made connections with other Guilds throughout the continent, though some saw as competition rather than allies. While there were no threats stated, one or two Guilds told us to back off as the countries they were operating was there's and they would allow no interference. So as the Guild ran smoothly, I could concentrate on tracking down more Daedric artefacts, though all Karliah and I did was make a list of where we heard rumours of shrines and would go from there.

We eventually had a list of possibilities. There was a shrine to Boethiah east of Windhelm. There was a shrine to Mehrunes Dagon far to the east of Morthal, high up in the mountains. Everyone warned me about even contemplating anything to do with Dagon, considering he was responsible for the Oblivion Crisis. But anything else was simply rumour, such as a shrine to Clavicus Vile in the mountains west of Riften, east of Falkreath, and a shrine to Vaermina not far from Dawnstar. But those were simply rumours, and would require investigation.

Visiting Karliah at her Hall, we were poring over a few books and scrolls, when she admitted her concerns. "Some of these we shouldn't really be messing with, Ragnar."

"Okay, you've warned me about anything to do with Mehrunes Dagon, and I'm willing to take your advice. But out of the list of Daedric princes, who else should we avoid?"

"Molag Bol."

"Recognise the name. But I know little about him."

"Some Daedra are not considered wholly evil, as you know. Molag Bol is evil personified. He isn't known as the 'King of Rape', the 'Harvester of Souls', the 'Lord of Brutality', or the 'Prince of Rage' for no reason. He is responsible for vampirisim. My people detest him. He's not someone you want to do anything for, Ragnar."

"So I should avoid anything to do with him?"

"I would consider it a personal favour if you could, Ragnar."

"Okay, Dagon and Molag are out. Anyone else?"

Karliah shrugged. "To be honest, it would probably depend on what they ask of you. I know we've done some dark shit at times, but there's doing dark shit and that there's dark shit."

Chuckling, I said, "I know what you mean."

"I take it you won't want to go too far from Riften?"

She didn't hide the friendly insinuation in her tone. She was well aware that I was happy. "I'm willing to put most of it on the back burner, Karliah. I'm quite happy staying near Riften."

"And when will you be ready to head back out onto the road?"

"Honestly, maybe never."

Karliah laughed herself. "So marriage is working for you?"

"Definitely."

Grabbing my hand, she simply said, "I'm happy for you, Ragnar."

I rarely spent more than one night away from Riften, and whenever I was away, Muiri would be all over me upon returning. I'd feel just the same, of course, as I hated sleeping alone, missing her presence beside me, whether I was sleeping in a tent or in an inn. She was slowly but surely weening herself off her potions with each week that passed, stating she couldn't just stop taking them as the side-effects might leave her rather unwell.

After spending two nights away in Windhelm after Torsten Cruel-Sea asked for a meeting, concerned about possible growing Argonian influence regarding certain aspects of their trade, I returned home to plenty of love and affection from Muiri as always. After enjoying another home-cooked meal, and I always complimented her for her cooking, as it was simply fantastic, she told me I would be in for a surprise that night.

"Oh, what sort?"

She blushed, so I knew it was something naughty. Rising to her feet, she grabbed my hand and led me upstairs. Gesturing to the night stand, I noticed a potion bottle sitting there. It wasn't the potion bottle she would drink the next morning. It was another sort of bottle I remembered rather well. Turning towards her, I could only ask, "Are you sure?"

"Definitely. My body is nearly ready, Ragnar, so I wanted to give you this before we started trying for a baby."

I pulled her towards me, lifting her chin with a finger. "I might hurt you."

Smiling, she said, "No, you won't. You will make sure it's nothing but a pleasure for me, Ragnar. I know you well enough by now. Trust me, I want this. I want you to do it. Maybe just this once, but if I like it, maybe we can do it again in the future. But I've been thinking about it. I remembered feeling you tease me there when we were up on that hill in Eastmarch. There was a small part of me that wanted you to just stick it in and take it, but I knew you'd never do that to me."

"Are you ready?"

"I've prepared before you got home." She grabbed my hand and slid it under her skirt. I couldn't help smile as my fingers came back wet. She wasn't wearing panties. She often didn't around the house, quite happy for me to walk up behind her, lift her skirt, and simply tease her half the time. "I've been thinking about it all day. No, that's a lie. I've been thinking about it for quite a while now, but I thought this would make a nice surprise on your return home."

"Best. Wife. Ever."

Helping each other undress, she wasn't surprised to see my erection spring free when removing my underwear. As I'd told her, the day I didn't have one around her was the day I should just be put down. She happily dropped to her knees, though I said I didn't want to finish, so we ended up on the bed so I could return the favour. We didn't try and bring each other to climax. She'd more than proven that she simply loved to blow me, as much as I was willing to go down on her. Sometimes we'd tease each other, bringing each other to the brink before stopping. Doing that throughout the day drove us wild by the time we went to bed in the evening. It was a lot of fun most of the time, simply increasing our desire for each other.

Spinning around so she could kiss me for a moment, I slid her off my body as she got on all fours, looking sideway at me with a smile. "How tiny do I look when you're behind me, Ragnar?"

"I sometimes wonder where my cock goes when inside you."

She laughed loudly at my reply. "Well, it always feels good."

Grabbing the potion bottle, I sat on my knees behind her, just gazing down her body. Her arse was perfect, running hand over both her cheeks, giving each a gentle squeeze. Running my hands down her back, enjoying the softness of her skin, I pulled her up against me so I could kiss her, running my lips down to her neck, giving her a gentle bite, my hands fondling her breasts at the same time. She could feel my erection press into her back. "You're teasing me," she breathed.

"I know. I want you as turned on as possible before I do this."

"You're worried?" I nodded and that earned nothing but the heart-warming smile I was used to. "I'm not worried at all, husband. I love you, and I trust you." Resting again on her hands and knees, she wiggled her butt. "Now, enough teasing, Ragnar."

Uncorking the bottle, I poured a little oil down her back towards her arse. She giggled, stating it was a little cold, though complimented me on my warm hands once I started to gently rub the oil into her body. I was no expert at giving a massage, but I judged how well I was doing by her body language, though I was soon spending plenty of time down in her lower part of her body, and when I lowered my mouth to her arse, she gasped when she felt my tongue for the first time.

"Oh my," she whispered, "I wasn't expecting..."

"Do you like it?"

"Oh yes, keep going."

Using my mouth on her arse, I gently fondled her pussy at the same time, though she did say she didn't want too much focus on that. But she certainly loved what I did with my tongue, as much as I loved teasing her. But there was only so much teasing both of us could take, and when I prodded a finger at her rear, she looked back with a smile, waiting until she nodded.

She clenched as I inserted a finger, so I used my other hand to run up and down her back. She loved it when I did that, and she relaxed, allowing me to gently slide my finger in and out of her. I let her just get used to that feeling, again judging her body language and her reactions before sliding in a second. That caused her to gasp and she moaned rather loudly a little later. "Do you like that?" I asked for my own reassurance.

"Yes," she hissed quietly.

"My cock will feel... um..."

"Better?"

"Maybe."

She definitely enjoyed two fingers, lowering her head down to lift her arse a little more. I remained gentle, sliding them in and out, noticing she had positioned herself so she could watch me. I pulled my fingers out for a moment and held up three. She laughed again but nodded her head. I kept watching her face as I slid the three in. Her eyes closed as a look of bliss otherwise crossed her face. "Ragnar," she breathed.

"Another couple of minutes then I think you'll be ready."

"I'm ready for you now, but you know what you're doing."

I'm glad she had that much confidence in me! But I'll also admit, I was now ready to make love to her in a different way. Removing my fingers, I quickly lubed myself up and pressed the head of my cock to her arse. With a hand on her hips to hold her in place, I gently pressed forward. She reacted by moving away, immediately apologised, and moved back towards me. I pressed forward again, and the head of my cock disappeared inside her. She made a loud gasp, so I stopped straight away, letting her get used to it.

"Holy... You feel enormous..."

"I did tell you!"

"No, it's fine."

I waited a minute before sliding a little more in. With both hands now on her hips, I continued to judge her reactions as she adapted to my size in a completely new orifice. The look on her face suggested she was enjoying it, though it was also hurting a little. I stopped and asked, "Are you okay?"

Opening her eyes, the smile was nothing but loving. "Oh, definitely. I'm sure I'll get used to it eventually."

I didn't insert my entire length, and slowly, very slowly, started to thrust into her. She got back on her hands and knees, so I moved one hand from her hip to her shoulder. She kissed my hand and looked back again, asking for my entire length. "I know you're holding back, Ragnar."

"I'm just being careful, Muiri."

She sat up and back against my chest, wrapping an arm around me and dragging me down to kiss her. Putting her lips to my ear, she whispered, "I trust you, Ragnar. And I want you to do this. I want you to fuck me. Fuck your wife in her arse. Can you do that for me, please?"

"Okay. But if it gets too much..."

"Then I'll ask you to stop, and I know you'll do so immediately."

She returned to all fours, wiggling her arse as a suggestion for me to do as she asked. Now placing both hands on her shoulders, as he really was that small compared to me, I buried my cock entirely. She groaned loudly when I did that. I didn't fuck her too hard, but I did as she asked. My wife got her arse fucked... gently. Well, gently-ish.

I didn't last long. Her arse was far too tight, and the fact Muiri had so willingly given it to me was just too much for me. But I enjoyed it while it lasted, Muiri having to lie her head down so I followed her, changing the angle which caused her to cry out, though she quickly told me to keep going. Lowering my head down towards her ear, I quietly said, "Do you like your husband's cock in your arse?"

Her eyes met mine as she retorted, "Is he going to cum soon?"

I couldn't help chuckle. "Very soon."

"Good. You can cum, then we can relax, then I'm going on top next time."

Just the thought of Muiri riding me, my cock buried in her arse, was enough to send me to the brink. Muiri's legs gave out, her body now flat against the bed. She told me to keep going, my cock seeming to go ever deeper inside her. I was now fucking her harder, but she told me to keep going and cum for her. My lips still near her ear, I told her I loved her.

Then I came.

I know I passed out from the sheer bliss of it. Or, at least, I'm pretty sure I did. When I came to, I quickly rolled off her and grabbed a towel that Muiri had left on the bedside table. Muiri remained how she was lying, looking at me as I turned onto my side, running my hand up and down her back. "I love you too," she whispered.

"Are you okay?"

"Ragnar, I loved it. Yes, it hurt a little, but it was always going to. But I wanted to do it, for me and for you."

"Thank you."

She smiled, leaning over to kiss me. "No thanks are necessary. We can simply add this to things we can do together from time to time. Though perhaps not too often. Can't have you in my arse becoming a habit."

I needed a little recovery time. No, that's a lie. I needed longer than usual, though Muiri knew what to do to get me hard again, sliding up onto my body so we could make out, my hands immediately running up and down her back, the oil I'd used now mixed with her sweat. Rubbing herself against my cock, it didn't take all that long to get the desired reaction, feeling her smile as my cock started to harden.

Grabbing the bottle, she lubed my cock up again before adding a little more to herself. I felt her position my cock at her rear entrance again as she leaned down to kiss me. Feeling myself again enter her, she gasped into my mouth as I groaned into hers, causing both of us to laugh. She wasted little time taking my entire length, and once she was happy, I pulled her down against me, continuing to kiss her, gently thrusting up into her.