Time Heals Wounds

"You don't mind?"

"Small steps, Serana. The fact you feel confident to be almost naked and kissing me is a good thing."

"Do you want me naked?"

"Yes, I do. But if you are, it will drive me crazy. So I think we should keep things how they are."

So, that's what we did. We made out nearly all night, and Serana eventually moved in such a way that she bumped into my erection. That made her gasp and I think it frightened her for a moment, a lot of bad memories flooding back. She immediately told me not to apologise but I still hugged her as, while not upset, it dimmed the mood slightly. She climbed off me onto the bed and I just held her again, her eyes watching mine, as I gently stroked her cheek, running a hand through her hair. I wondered how I looked to her. In love? Devoted? Horny? All of the above?

She kissed me one last time before drifting off to sleep.

It was still small steps, but the intimacy between us was growing. And she was constantly smiling, enough that both Lydia and Rayya noticed. Not that she was miserable before, but Lydia pretty much told me 'That is a woman head over heels in love'. I worried Lydia would be jealous, as we had enjoyed a brief physical relationship, but I had ended it as I didn't want to feel like I was taking advantage, considering she was almost a servant. But she had always been a friend, always ready to lend a hand, or an ear, so I guess I didn't have to worry too much.

Whenever I was at home, Serana would search me out during the day, simply so I could hold her and kiss her. Sometimes those kisses ended up in longer make out sessions on our bed, sometimes on the long couch I had built, or on the balcony that overlooked the lake in the distance. If we ended up on our bed, her clothes would sometimes disappear, though she still wouldn't get completely naked, because of the effect it would have on me.

The first time she helped take my clothes off was nearly the best day in my life. I was late home, returning from Falkreath after a late night meeting with the Jarl, and she was already in bed waiting for me. She rose to greet me, wearing only her undergarments. Before I could say a word, she kissed me deeply and I pulled her close. I was immediately hard, of course, but that just made her smile. She was now very used to how my body reacted to her. Dressed in the fine clothes I always wore when meeting a Jarl, she slowly unbuttoned and took off my jacket, placing that down on the bed, before she bent down to help remove my boots. Next was my shirt, revealing my bare, battle scarred chest. She rarely saw me without clothing on, and she ran a finger down one of the larger scars.

"Who did that?"

"A mercenary who was aiming for my head. He missed and I killed him instead."

"What's this scar?" she asked, pointing to one near my shoulder.

"An arrow went straight through. Hurt like hell."

"You've been in a lot of fights. Dragons. Vampires. Bandits."

I shrugged. "It's what I do."

Her hands went to the band of my trousers, loosening them so they dropped to the ground. Now in only my underwear, my erection was obvious. I could see Serana was fascinated by it. I figured if she touched me, I'd explode immediately. I probably wouldn't complain.

"Can I touch you?" she asked quietly.

"You can, but if you do, I will cum very quickly. It's been a while since I've been touched. Plus, it's you, Serana. This is how much you excite me."

She smiled, getting on her tiptoes to kiss me, as I was around a head and a half taller than her. One of her hands remained on my chest, her other snaking down my body. I felt her hand graze my erection before she rubbed a hand over my underwear. Then she slid her hand underneath and I felt her gently grab my cock. I could have died right there and been a happy man.

I growled into her mouth, a reaction that made her giggle as she broke the kiss. Looking into my eyes, she then slowly starting to move her hand up and down my cock, and it took everything I could not to blast straight away. "I won't last long, Serana," I gently warned.

"It's okay, Ragnar," she replied, "I know how long it's been for you."

I pulled her close and kissed her again. She didn't need to do too much. Just the fact her hand was around my cock, masturbating me, was enough. Within a couple of minute, I had to break the kiss and warm her I was about to cum. She just smiled again and kept going.

"I'm gonna..." I couldn't even finish the sentence before I felt an eruption in my underwear, and there was no doubt I had just coated Serana's hand in cum. Feeling relatively light headed, Serana laughed as I felt it necessary to take a seat on the edge of the bed as she grabbed a towel to clean her hand before offering it to me. Taking off my underwear, I didn't even think that this would be the first time she'd seen me completely nude.

I noticed her stare. "Wow!" she whispered.

Looking down, I was still pretty hard. No surprise as I doubted it would go down until I thought of something else. I could probably cum again really quickly. "It should go down soon."

After cleaning myself up, I put on some new underwear and we climbed into bed. We were immediately all over each other again, and I think it was only self-control on both our parts that stopped us going further. She surprised me by pulling me on top of her, spreading her legs as we continued to make out. When my tented cock bumped into her crotch, she didn't recoil this time. It still caused her to gasp in surprise, but she just smiled and continued to kiss me.

I eventually had to stop as I was desperate to fuck her, and it was almost getting too much. She tried to apologise, thinking she was leading me on. She wasn't, and it wasn't her fault. But my desire for her was now all encompassing. I thought about her constantly and my imagination ran wild most of the time.

The next night, I returned the favour. We were in bed ready to sleep, making out as usual. She was now comfortable with me running my hands over her body, but I took a chance as I ran one over her arse. She smiled as we continued to kiss as I then started to slowly stroke her stomach, going further and further down until I was grazing her underwear. She didn't question what I wanted to do, just moving her body in a way that allowed me to put my hand underneath.

Sliding my hand underneath the band of her panties, I felt pubic hair before I lowered my hand to her sex. The fact she was wet wasn't a surprise at all. She gasped when I touched her slit, just running a finger gently around her entrance, trying to avoid her clit at the same time. Her kisses turned harder as I did this, her body slowly matching the motion of my fingers.

Breaking the kiss, she muttered, "Not inside. I'm not ready for that."

"I can make you cum anyway. Can you handle it?" She nodded. I wrapped my free arm around her, pulling her closer, as I continued to fondle her. She was soaking within minutes, and the gasps and moans she made from the simple things I was doing had me incredibly hard that I needed to free my cock. She wrapped a hand around my cock but I asked her not to. Tonight was only about her.

I only had my eyes on her, glowing red in the faint light provided by the candles, watching the expressions on her face as I gently started to rub her clit. The first touch sent a jolt up her body, leaving me guessing that some gentle pressure would probably lead to orgasm. I wanted to lower my head and taste her, but thought that might be a little too much, too soon. Small steps, as always. The fact she was allowing me to touch her most intimate place was enough

She did pull back for a moment to remove her bra, freeing her breasts for the first time. I know I had a goofy grin form as she laughed at my reaction. They were perfect, a handful at most, with a very pale pair of nipples. I glanced with my eyes and she nodded, so I lowered my mouth to gently lick and suck at one of her immediately hardened nipples. She moaned rather loudly after a couple of minutes of that, and I think she was getting close.

"I feel something," she whispered, "In my toes, all the way up my legs and..."

Chuckling, I said, "I think you're on the verge of an orgasm. Do you like what I'm doing?"

"I love it," she breathed, "Do you think you can move your fingers a little faster?"

I did that, in addition to continuing to focus attention on her breasts. Her body was soon gently bucking against everything I was doing, so I started to move my fingers a little faster still. She gasped again and sought my mouth, moaning into it as her bucking turned almost violent. Breaking the kiss, she released one long moan as she came. It was the most beautiful sight and sound I'd ever seen.

Her body still shaking, she asked me to stop. Moving my hand, I then held her as she started to cry. The reaction wasn't surprising at all. Her memories of anything sexual were horrendous. I wanted all future memories to be loving and pleasant. "Thank you," she whispered a little later, "Thank you."

She didn't have to thank me. She never would. But it was still small steps. We spent nearly every night from there playing with each other, learning what the other liked. It was little surprise that she asked to see me masturbate. She took off her top, though I still hadn't seen her completely naked. Her panties always remained on. That was enough for me, and I came within a few minutes. What surprised me is that she asked me to cum on her, and she laughed as I shot plenty of long ropes onto her chest.

"How do you have so much?" she wondered, scooping up a little bit with a finger and sniffing it, "I've smelled worse things." She met my eyes. "Do you want me to taste it?"

"I would never ask you to do anything you didn't want to. It's your choice."

She didn't do it that time, electing to clean herself with a towel, but she had asked and appeared intrigued. Maybe later.

That carried on for a couple of weeks before I finally got the chance to go down on her. I was busy tending the horses we owned, scrubbing them down, checking their hooves, clearing out and ensuring they had new hay and more feed. I had my old black stallion I'd owned for years, while I'd bought Serana a gorgeous white horse that she loved to ride. So busy I was that I didn't even realise she was watching me work. It was a warm day, so I was without a shirt, soon dripping with sweat. Noticing Serana nearby, she had a look in her eyes that made me smile.

"Follow me," she ordered. It was polite, but it was an order. She turned and she put an extra sway into her walk. I could watch her arse for hours.

She led me straight into the bedroom, and she wasted no time stripping down. Dress first, then her shoes, then her bra. Hooking fingers through the band of her panties, she met my eyes and smiled as she lowered those too. My eyes immediately lowered to her sex, where she had pubic hair but it looked like she may have groomed herself.

"I asked Lydia and she was very kind, giving me advice," Serana explained, "What do you think?" My clothes were on the ground about thirty seconds later. "Ah, so you approve then, Ragnar?" she stated with a giggle.

She walked towards me and grabbed my hand. "I'm not quite ready for sex. You know, intercourse. That's still a big thing and..."

"You don't have to constantly explain yourself to me, Serana."

"I know, but I have to do it for me. So... I'm not quite there yet. But everything we've done so far has helped. You never push me to do anything. You're always so patient."

"I can't even begin to comprehend what he actually did to you..."

"He broke me. But you've helped rebuild me, made me feel whole again. You make me feel alive, Ragnar." She grabbed my hand and put it to her chest. "Can you imagine if I actually had a heartbeat, how fast it would be going right now?"

"What are you saying?"

"I want to be alive before we take that final step. I just have to find out if it's possible." I think my face might have dropped, as I immediately thought we could be waiting a long time. "You won't have to wait long. Neither will I. It will either be possible, and I'll do it immediately, or it won't, and we'll make love regardless."

"Oh, that's good then."

She led me to the bed, lying herself down first before dragging me on top of her. I kept my cock away from her entrance, not even wanting to do it by mistake. Then she made my year by saying, "Ragnar, I want you to use your tongue on me. I want you to make me cum with your face down there."

It was at that moment that I knew the gods loved me. She laughed at my reaction before I kissed her. She tasted divine. I think she might have had a glass of wine, possibly to help any nerves she may have been feeling before she asked. I moved down to her neck and made her giggle as I gently bit her, but the giggle turned to a moan as it was definitely an erogenous zone.

Moving down, kissing her collarbone, one hand went to her free breast as I licked and sucked at her other. When her nipple hardened, I gently nibbled at that too, earning more giggles. In the back of my mind was that I always had to make whatever we did fun. And if I made her laugh the entire time, then that could only be positive. I spent a lot of time on her breasts, alternating my mouth between the left one and right, so much so Serana did mention that she was rather wet and wanted my mouth further down.

I just met her eyes and said, "Patience."

She pouted for a moment but smiled as I kissed down her stomach. I grabbed her thighs and spread her legs, completely exposing her. Her sex glistened and the urge to just lower my head and go to town was overwhelming. I was desperate to taste her, but I wanted to take my time. I wanted her to pass out from the orgasm she was going to hopefully have.

I kissed down to her pubic hair before moving down to her thigh, kissing all the way down her legs, her skin soft to my lips, all the way to her little feet. Kissing my way up her other leg, I used my free hand to gentle fondle her sex, my fingers soaked within seconds. I could have licked my fingers, but I didn't want to. I wanted it from the source.

I kissed around her sex, just breathing on her entrance. Even that was enough to cause a shudder up her body. "Please," she whimpered.

"Please what?" I asked quietly. I wanted her to say it.

"Please make me cum with your tongue."

Touching her sex with my tongue for the first time nearly made her jolt out of bed, and I nearly came on the bed without touching myself. She. Tasted. Sensational. Like no other woman I'd ever been with. I knew, then and there, that I could do this every hour of every day for the rest of my life. She was still hesitant about anything entering her. In all the times I'd fondled her, she still said no to even my fingers going inside.

Just teasing her entrance was enough, causing the occasional spasm. Placing my hands on her thighs, I pushed her legs back a little. I was tempted to even go for as to lick her puckered little arsehole, but though that might be too much for her. If she was hesitant about her sex, she'd be even more about that.

In all the time we'd been together, I'd learned when she was approaching orgasm. Most women had their signals. Her breathing changed. The moans were more intense. I felt one of her hands in my hair as I moved up to gently flick her clit, causing more jolts of pleasure to flow through her body. I would flick her clit before moving back to lick the folds of her pussy, teasing her entrance with my tongue, rewarded with more of those juices that I already loved.

"I'm so close," she moaned.

I could have dragged it out but I wanted to make her cum too. I was busy jerking my own cock at the same time, and was probably going to cum near enough the same time. Moving my tongue to her clit, I now focused all my attention on that. Gentle at first, I listened for instruction and judged how her body moved. Increasing speed and pressure every minute or so, she was soon enough gasping. I was now as desperate as she was to make her cum. Upping the tempo even further, her hand was now almost pulling on my hair, her legs wrapped close to my head, begging for me to make her cum.

Then she came, and it was glorious.

I sat back on my knees, her legs spread, her body shaking slightly as she came down from the high. Blinking her eyes open, she saw me looking at her and smiled, gesturing for me to lie down next to her. Her hand immediately went to my cock and it took her all of a minute for me to cum on her. The sense of relief nearly sent me straight to sleep too.

Rolling onto her side, she cuddled into me, both of us breathing deeply as we recovered. "I'll start looking tomorrow," she murmured sleepily. She was snoring a few minutes later. I quickly joined her. We'd clean up the next day.

She packed a bag the next morning and asked me to remain at home while she went on a search. She believed that a cure was possible, but knew the requirements would be harsh on her body. Nothing like being brutally raped by a daedric prince, but to have the disease taken out of her body would not be pleasant. That is why she wanted me to wait and not accompany her. I didn't want to, but I respected her wishes as always.

Lydia joked that I moped around the house as soon as she was gone, though added a further joke that at least there'd be less noise coming from our room. That made me blush, rather embarrassed, though she said it was obvious we loved each other, so she didn't mind.

"But are you sure you want Rayya and I to remain living here?" she wondered, "Don't you want privacy?"

"I don't mind, but I still own Breezehome if you'd like to return to Whiterun. It's your decision, Lydia."

"When Serana returns, I think I'll take Rayya to Whiterun, if only for a little while." I couldn't help laugh as her tone was dripping with I know exactly what you're going to do when she does.

She was gone for longer than expected, so much so that I started to look for her. I would ride the main roads leading towards Whiterun and Riften, but saw no sign of her nor her white horse. I asked merchants I happened to pass by, but no-one could tell me that they'd seen her. She was more than capable of looking after herself with all the magic she possessed, but the longer I went without word, the more concerned I did grow.

I tried to keep myself occupied as much as I could otherwise. While away, I figured I'd look after her garden, so hauled some tools out of the shed I'd built and started to remove weeds and just generally fix it up so it was nice when she returned. So involved in my work that I only knew someone was around when I heard giggling.

"Never took you for a gardener."

Slowly turning around, I'll admit that my breath caught when I saw her for the first time. It was a bright, sunny day, rather warm, and she was standing without a hood, the sun lighting up her face. Her eyes were now green. There was colour to her face. She was still pale, but she looked... alive. She started to giggle at my reaction, walking forward to take my hand. I felt warmth in hers.

"How... No, doesn't matter. So you're..."

"Cured, Ragnar. Now as human as you."

I lifted a hand to her face, cupping her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin against my palm. Maybe the sun had warmed her face too, but there was definite colour. And I probably stared as she started to blush. That made me laugh in return.

"Want to head inside?" she asked. I raised an eyebrow which caused the grin on her face to broaden. "I don't want to waste any more time."

Walking inside together, Lydia took one look at us and disappeared upstairs. She returned five minutes later with Rayya in tow, both carrying a small backpack. Congratulating Serana on being cured, they wished us good luck and disappeared out the door. Serana looked at me in surprise. "What the hell just happened?"