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 Jon woke up in his bed in his room at Breezehome, Lydia curled up against his right side and Jenassa against his left. Not that he didn't enjoy the sight, having two beautiful women in his bed. He remembered last night, when Lydia had joined them just as Jon had finished having sex with Jenassa and suggested Lydia join them. The idea appealed to both his housecarl and the Dunmer mercenary, culminating in a passionate threesome. Jon recalled that evening, when he had fucked both women's pussies and asses, who were begging for more. And who was he to say no to beautiful women?

Jon Snow, who had grown up in Winterfell, grimaced at the thought of sleeping with a woman who wasn't his wife, fearing she would father a bastard and condemn him to a similar fate. But Jon Snow, who had spent the last four years in Tamriel and who emerged as one of Skyrim's legendary heroes as the Dragonborn, saw it quite differently, especially since his beauty, charisma, and fame as the Dragonborn and Thane of Whiterun attracted the attention of more than one beautiful woman.

And his desire to help others won him more than one friend, though there were certainly those who saw him as a threat. To them, he would always be an enemy, no matter what he did. But Jon held them in high regard.

That means he didn't give a damn where they could kiss him if they wanted. Jon enjoyed great respect in Whiterun and the implicit trust of Jarl Balgruuf the Greater, who was proud that the Dragonborn was Thane of Whiterun, and many a woman in the city paid him attention, not only because he was a legendary hero straight out of Nord legend or one of the Thanes of Whiterun, but also because of his beauty and charisma, something he may have inherited from his deceased mother's family.

Lydia was the first to fall under Jon's spell, and it was she who taught the young Dovahkiin much about how to please a woman in bed. For this reason alone, he was immensely grateful to his housecarl, who could always count on a place at his side and in bed. Jenassa, in turn, was his first non-human lover, and Jon appreciated the Dark Elf's beauty.

In fact, he considered Elves to be more beautiful than human women, which didn't mean they were any less appealing in his eyes. Certainly, in the future, he might try sleeping with a willing Altmer or Bosmer woman, and if he could find a Snow Elf or Dwemer who hadn't become the blind monsters he'd read about in one of the books he kept in his private library or vanished from the face of Nirn, he'd gladly sleep with them too.

Especially since, according to that very book devoted to the Ancient Falmer (which meant Snow Elves), the race was described as incredibly beautiful, almost ethereal, with skin as white as snow and hair as white as freshly fallen snow.

Jon imagined a Falmer woman, ethereal in beauty, wrapping her arms and legs around Jon's naked body, engaging in passionate sex in his bed.

Unfortunately, such dreams would remain dreams. The beautiful Snow Elves were gone, only degenerate, mole-blind creatures lived in the dark caves and ruins of the Dwemer cities of their former oppressors. Jon had not yet encountered these creatures, and he had no desire to, but fate would surely cross paths with them sooner or later.

Jon particularly remembered the thanks of the beautiful widow Carlotta Valentia, a single mother who sells fresh fruit and vegetables at the market, for helping him solve a problem that had been troubling her for some time. And now that he was lying with both beautiful women, he could let his thoughts drift to that memory, one of the most pleasant he'd had recently, aside from the last one with Lydia and Jenasse, or the almost animalistic sex with Delphine after Jon had killed and absorbed the soul of Sahloknir, revived by Alduin.

Jon still remembered his mockery of his ignorance of dragonspeak. He promised himself he would learn it from the Greybeards. His thoughts went straight to the memories he'd had with Carlotta Valentia, though Lydia had also appeared in them.

 

Jon left the h ouse and headed straight for the market square, where he intended to buy a sack of potatoes and an armful of apples. He was craving potato soup, and he always carried a few apples in the pouch hanging from Winter's horse saddle, which he had eat en durin g his travels across Skyrim. As always, the market square was bustling with locals, and Whiterun guards wandered among them, keeping an eye out for pickpockets and thieves who often prowled the market, looking for an easy way to make money by stealing som eone's purse.

"Chops and steaks fit for a jarl! Come and see my selection of finest-quality meats!" called Anoriath, a Wood Elf who sold his wild game. Jon knew that he and Elrindire ran the inn, The Drunken Huntsman, which also offered products for hunters and hunters. Jon had bought from him a few times and had to admit he sold good meat.

"My Eorlund is the finest blacksmith in Skyrim, and that's not just a wife's boasting," said Fralia Gray-Mane, who sold the wares of her husband, Eorlund, at the market. He was supposedly one of the greatest blacksmiths in Skyrim, or at least that's what Jon had heard, though he had never bought anything from her himself.

After all, he had come to the market to buy potatoes and apples, not blacksmith's wares, so Jon headed to a stall run by a woman named Carlotta Valentia, a quite beautiful woman with brown hair and eyes.

Jon had often seen her talking to a girl named Mila, who was her daughter and quite a nice girl, in Jon's opinion, as he sometimes saw her playing with other children in Whiterun.

"Ripe fruit and fresh vegetables for sale!" Carlotta called, touting her wares.

Jon approached her stall, and the woman glanced at him. He noticed her gaze lingering on his violet eyes. Yes, he had long ago noticed that many women were drawn to his violet eyes. It wasn't a common eye color in Skyrim.

"I recognize you from somewhere. Aren't you the Dragonborn who slew a dragon near Whiterun, for which Jarl Balgruuf gave you the title of Thane of Whiterun? They say the Dragonborn is a young, handsome, and fearless warrior with haunting violet eyes and a smile that would melt women's knees," Carlotta said.

Jon laughed at that. Well, the description was quite accurate, and he wasn't about to lie to this kind, beautiful woman.

"Yes, I am the Dragonborn and Thane of Whiterun. I'm Jon Snow, and I've come to buy a sack of potatoes and about eight apples," Jon Snow replied with a smile.

"I'm at your service, hero," Carlotta replied, quickly making off with the sack of potatoes and an armful of apples. Jon put the apples in his backpack and slung the sack over his back.

"You're owed about thirty septims," the woman said, and Jon paid the requested sum.

"Life's hard enough with all these men proposing to me. But that bard is the worst," Carlotta muttered, and Jon heard these words before he could leave with the purchased goods.

"Excuse me, I overheard you. Is some bard imposing on you?" Jon asked.

Carlotta sighed heavily, looking at Jon with a serious look in those pretty brown eyes.

"That bard Mikael is begging for a dagger up against his throat, the way he goes on about me. I've heard him boasting at the Bannered Mare, saying he'll 'conquer me as a true Nord conquers any harsh beast.' Hmph," Carlotta said, and Jon was irritated that someone could impose on a woman like that.

He himself never forced himself on women; women usually forced themselves on him in the best possible way, and Jon couldn't say no to beautiful women. He also decided to help Carlotta deal with the persistent bard.

"What if I talk to this Mikael and convince him to leave you alone?" Jon asked.

"If you want to try, go right ahead. I don't think anything will get through that thick skull of his, though," Carlotta replied.

Jon decided to deal with the matter as quickly as possible. He simply carried the potatoes and apples to his house, where Lydia was sitting at the table, sharpening her sword. She smiled at the sight of Jon.

"My Thane, I see you've returned from shopping," Lydia said as Jon tossed the sack of potatoes against the wall and the apples onto the table.

"Yes, but I have one more thing to attend to. It won't take long, Lydia," Jon replied, kissing his housecarl and lover on the lips in farewell.

"Hmm, I hope you'll fuck my ass with that big cock of yours tonight, my sweet Thane," Lydia said, returning the kiss.

"We'll see, Lydia. Who knows what fate has in store for me today," Jon replied and left the house.

Jon knew well that Mikael regularly played and sang at Hulda's inn, The Bannered Mare, so that's probably where he'd be staying. Jon entered the inn, which was sparsely occupied at this hour. He saw the warrior Uthgerd sitting at a table in the corner, sipping mead, several Nords sitting around the fire, enjoying the local ale and mead, and Saadia, a Redguard beauty, bustling around them. Hulda, as always, stood at the bar and smiled at the sight of Jon.

In his early days in Skyrim, Jon had chopped wood for her a few times for a decent sum, and he had often dropped by the inn for a pint or two of the local ale.

"Hello, Jon Snow. Would you like the usual?" the innkeeper asked.

"Not today, Hulda. I'm looking for Mikael; I have business with him," Jon replied.

"Who's asking about me, and what are they looking for?" asked Mikael, who had emerged from the inn's kitchen.

"Mikael, Jon Snow, Thane of Whiterun, has business with you," Hulda said, and Jon turned to him and approached.

"Damn it, the legendary Dragonborn has business with me! How can I serve such a great hero? Would you like me to compose a ballad about you? I'll do it with pleasure!" Mikael said.

"None of that, Mikael. I'm here about Carlotta Valentia. You must stop bothering her immediately, or you'll have to deal with me," Jon replied, his voice sharp as a whip.

"What did you just say? All I heard was the sound of jealousy," Mikael replied. "I'm sorry, but that fiery widow is already mine, she just doesn't know it yet. Even being the Dragonborn won't stop me from claiming this sweet woman."

"If you won't do it kindly, we'll do it meanly," Jon replied, punching the bard square in the nose with his bare fist. He screamed and fell to the floor. He grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up as if he weighed nothing.

"I'll say it again. Leave Carlotta Valentia alone, or I'll send you back to Sovngarde in expedited fashion," Jon said, looking contemptuously at the bard's face. Blood was streaming from his nose; maybe he'd broken it.

"Whoa. Hey there. I didn't mean to make you upset. On my honor, Carlotta won't have to worry about me again," Mikael said in a broken voice, and Jon released him.

"And don't forget that. If I hear from Carlotta that you're still harassing her, we'll have a different discussion," Jon said, and left the inn.

He immediately headed for Carlotta, who had just sold some fruit and vegetables to a Nord.

"Hello, Jon Snow. Have you come to buy some fruit and vegetables?" Carlotta asked. Jon thought she probably thought that even with his efforts, the bard would still harass her, which was why she didn't even ask.

"Mikael won't bother you anymore, Carlotta. And if he tries, he'll regret it greatly," Jon replied, clearly pleasing the beautiful woman.

"Really? You convinced that lute player to stop chasing me? I'd thank the gods, but I'll settle for thanking you. Here's some coin for your help," Carlotta said, handing Jon a handful of septims, which he refused.

"I didn't do it for the money, Carlotta. I couldn't let anyone harass a woman who'd lost her husband and had to raise and support her daughter alone. This money will be more useful to you and your little daughter than to me," Jon said.

"I'm impressed. Regardless, I thank you for your help, and I still want to reward you properly, my hero," Carlotta said, then leaned into Jon's ear.

"Come to my house after 8 p.m. and you'll see how grateful a widow with a child can be," she said, and Jon felt his cock harden. Damn, Carlotta was pretty hot, and he absolutely wouldn't mind sleeping with her, and since she was clearly suggesting she wanted to thank him with sex for dealing with the persistent bard, he certainly wouldn't refuse.

"I'll pick you up after 8 p.m., then, Carlotta," Jon replied, then said goodbye to the woman and went home.

At the door, Jon heard a girl calling his name. He turned and saw a girl with brown hair and eyes, dressed in a blue dress, smiling at him.

"Mom mentioned that you helped her with that persistent bard who said nasty things about her. Thank you for that," the girl said, and Jon knew it was Mila, Carlotta's daughter.

"You're welcome, Mila. I just did what any decent person would do. He helped your mother," Jon replied, and he entered the house.

Now he had to tell Lydia he had plans for the evening. He hoped she would understand, or at least not make a fuss. As it turned out, Lydia wasn't home, so he went to his room, having first gathered a few books he'd been meaning to read.

He was reading the first volume devoted to Potema Septim, the Wolf Queen, but the story of one of history's most dangerous necromancers, who had every chance of becoming the reigning Empress, was obscured by Carlotta's smile.

He must have been really looking forward to the evening, when he would visit the woman's house and spend a passionate night with her. And when he heard the door open, he went downstairs to talk to Lydia, who had just returned. He briefly told her everything, and Lydia just smiled.

"I think my sweet Thane should go visit Carlotta Valentia today. Widows can be passionate in bed, especially when they haven't had a man in their bed for a while. Surely you won't complain," Lydia said.

"Will that bother you?" Jon asked, and Lydia laughed, shaking her head.

"No, Jon. It's enough for me to warm your bed occasionally. And if you want to sleep with other women, then do so…and if you want me to join you and another woman in a threesome, I see no problem," Lydia replied, and Jon was pleasantly surprised. "Besides, I know the story of the Dragonborn. You have the blood of Akatosh himself in you, and according to the old stories, one woman is not enough for someone like the Dragonborn. Tiber Septim himself is said to have had dozens of lovers, even before he managed to build the Third Empire, so it's only natural that you'd sleep with many women."

Jon had never particularly read much about Tiber Septim's history, though he knew, of course, that he was a Dragonborn like himself and had been summoned by the Greybeards, who anointed him as Dovahkiin. But he didn't know that Tiber Septim had many lovers. And judging by the way he fucked Delphine after absorbing the dragon's soul, it was consistent with him being a Dragonborn.

Apparently, those blessed with dragon blood by Akatosh enjoyed the company of more than one woman. He didn't know how true that was for Tiber Septim or the other Dragonborn, but it seemed true for him.

"Then I'll go to Carlotta's tonight, Lydia," Jon replied. "And tomorrow she'll take care of you, my faithful housecarl."

Lydia smiled broadly.

"I was hoping to hear that, my sweet Thane. How about a little sparring with me?" Lydia asked.

"With you? I'd love to, Lydia. I could use someone who won't go down after a blow or two," Jon replied, and went to train with his housecarl behind his house.

Lydia wielded a sword and shield, much like Jon, whose shield bore the image of a white wolf on a gray field, a reversal of the Stark colors of Winterfell. While Jon didn't often use his shield, preferring to have his other hand free to cast spells against his enemies, he often carried his shield on his back, shielding himself with it against both archers' arrows and the hail of swords, axes, maces, and hammers used by the outlaws.

And this shield had been made for him by Adrianne Avenicci. He wanted something to remind him of his former home. And the shield fulfilled its primary purpose, which was to protect against enemy attacks.

"Ready, my sweet Thane?" Lydia asked, smiling.

"Absolutely, Lydia," Jon replied, and their swords crossed.

They exchanged blows, shields absorbing the impact of their attacks, and the duel became quite even. Lydia was quite a skilled warrior, and the days she had accompanied Jon on outlaw hunts and exploring ancient Nord ruins had allowed her to gain experience in the field.

She was no less than Jon's equal, giving it her all. However, Jon had come to know her well, and his fighting skills were quite impressive, so in the end, he triumphed, disarming Lydia and pressing his blade to her neck.

"I won, Lydia," Jon said, sheathing his sword.

"A fine fight, my sweet Thane," Lydia replied as Jon leaned in and kissed her tenderly on the lips. The Huskarl returned the kiss with pleasure.

"Since my sweet Thane is visiting that beautiful widow tonight, perhaps you'll at least let me suck your cock before you go," Lydia said after a moment.

"I wouldn't mind, Lydia. Do you want to do it at home or here?" Jon asked, smiling at Lydia.

"Here, of course. I'm excited by the thought of someone catching us sucking the cock of my sweet Thane, the Dragonborn himself," Lydia replied, setting down her shield and kneeling before Jon.

"They'll certainly think you're diligent in fulfilling every duty your Thane puts your way, Lydia," Jon joked as Lydia unzipped his pants, freeing the Dragonborn's massive cock.

"Gods, I'll never tire of seeing your huge cock, Jon," Lydia said, switching to a more confidential tone.

"I know how you like it when I fuck you with it, Lydia," Jon replied as Lydia leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth. He moaned loudly at that.

Looking around, he didn't see any people, including the guards, so he grabbed Lydia's hair and roughly fucked her throat.

"Ghmm," Lydia moaned, sucking Jon's cock, who was enjoying the blowjob. He felt her slender fingers wrapping themselves tightly around the massive girth of his cock.

"Oh yes, don't stop, Lydia. Suck your Thane's cock like the good housecarl you are," Jon said, enjoying the blowjob.

Jon moaned louder as he felt Lydia's fingers tighten around his balls, caressing them intimately. Lydia knew exactly how to please Jon with her mouth and fingers.

"Great, Lydia. Don't stop until I cum down your throat," Jon said, as Lydia continued to suck his cock furiously for what seemed like an eternity, a very pleasurable eternity for Jon.

Lydia looked at him, and he saw the lust in her dark green eyes, which only turned Jon on more. He finally felt he was about to come, but he didn't warn Lydia. His housecarl liked it when he came down her throat.

She sucked his big cock furiously until Jon finally came with a groan in her mouth, and Lydia swallowed his heavy load. After a moment, she released Jon's cock from her mouth, smiling at him.

"I love swallowing your cum, my sweet Thane. You always have a heavy load for me. Carlotta Valentia shouldn't complain about your cock," Lydia said, rising from the ground.

Jon lifted and zipped his pants. He wouldn't be going pantyless after all.

"Carlotta certainly won't complain, and my faithful housecarl can count on being fucked senseless tomorrow," Jon said.

"I can't wait for it, my sweet Thane," Lydia replied, embracing Jon and kissing him passionately. Jon grabbed Lydia's ass, kissing her passionately. After a long, passionate moment, they pulled apart, Jon smiling at Lydia.

"I'm sure you'll be pleased, Lydia," Jon said, and they returned home together.

As night fell in Skyrim and guards lit torches in the streets, Jon left the house and went straight to Carlotta's house, which was near the market where she sold fruits and vegetables. After a short walk, passing the market and entering the Windward District, he knocked on the door of Carlotta's house, which was the first house he came across in the district.

After a moment, Jon heard footsteps inside, and after a long moment, the door opened, and Carlotta Valentia stood there. A smile spread across her beautiful face at the sight of Jon.

"Jon, you've come. I thought you wouldn't. Come inside," Carlotta said, letting Jon in.

Jon entered the house, looking around. It was a kitchen and dining room in one, with a hearth in the center, and a table with a few chairs where Carlotta and her daughter ate their meals.

Above the hearth hung herbs, rabbits, and fish, and on the wall-mounted cabinets were various dishes and bottles of wine. Beyond was the living room, and against one wall stood a ladder leading upstairs.

"Mila's already asleep, so she won't disturb us, Jon Snow," Carlotta said, approaching Jon.

"I wonder what form of thanks you had in mind when you invited me to your home at this hour," Jon said, though he had a good idea of what kind of thanks the woman had in mind.

"I think you've already guessed, Jon Snow. You helped me with that pushy bard, and since you didn't want money, I can let you fuck me. It's been a long time since my husband died, and a man hasn't touched me in ages," Carlotta said, touching Jon's cheek.

"From what I've noticed, you're quite popular with men," Jon replied, and Carlotta snorted.

"You have no idea how much. I think half the men in Whiterun proposed to me. Some were even unmarried. They'll never understand. No flowers or sweet words will change that. All that matters now is my daughter Mila. No man will stand between me and my little girl, or he'll regret it bitterly," the woman said.

"If that's the case, why do you want me to fuck you as a thank you for helping me?" asked Jon, who respected Carlotta's decisions. He probably wouldn't want to marry her, and he certainly wouldn't stand between her and her daughter.

Carlotta smiled and kissed Jon on the lips, which completely surprised the Dragonborn, but he didn't resist. After a long moment, the woman pulled away from Jon's lips.

"I need a lover, not a husband, Jon Snow. You helped me when I had a problem with that damned bard, and you refused money, citing that you couldn't let any woman be harassed by a man, which impressed me. I love my daughter Mila and would do anything for her, but I'm still a woman and I have my needs. And fingers alone aren't enough anymore. And you're the most handsome man in all of Whiterun. So, I'll put it simply: If you please me tonight and fuck me hard with your cock, you can come over to my place in the evenings whenever you want, where we can fuck. Just the casual sex from you," Carlotta explained, and Jon could understand her reasoning. And he had no objection to fucking this hot, curvy widow.

"If you put it that way, I'd be happy to show you the Dragonborn's passion," Jon replied with a smile.

Carlotta smiled and grabbed Jon's arm.

"Let's go to my bedroom then. There you can show me what I'll have to deal with," the woman said, and Jon followed her up the ladder to her bedroom.

Carlotta's bedroom was rather simple, without any decorations or anything of the sort. There was a double four-poster bed, a couple of side tables, a wardrobe, and a chest for personal belongings. There were no windows, so the darkness was illuminated by candles on the side tables.

"Sit on the bed, Jon, and I'll take care of the rest," Carlotta said, and Jon complied.

The woman knelt before Jon and unbuttoned his pants, which she lowered, and his large cock sprang out before Carlotta's surprised face.

"By the eight gods! Are you half a giant, Jon Snow?! I've never seen a cock as big as yours," Carlotta said, cupping his cock in one hand. "Damn, I can barely get my hand around it. Not only is it long, but it's thick too. You surprise me, Jon."

"I guess your late husband wasn't exactly impressive in bed," Jon said.

"It was only five inches, and your cock is twice that size, maybe even more. I don't even know if it'll fit inside me," Carlotta said, though that didn't seem to deter her from fucking Jon. If anything, it turned her on even more.

"I think you'll do just fine. You take good care of your daughter, so your lover's huge cock shouldn't be a problem," Jon said, smiling at the woman.

"I'll have a blast with this, Jon Snow," Carlotta replied, taking Jon's cock into her mouth, which he moaned loudly at.

Admittedly, she only managed to take half of his cock, but she made up for it with enthusiasm, thoroughly sucking the part of him she had in her mouth. Jon watched as Carlotta grabbed what she couldn't take in with one hand while the other fondled his balls.

"Oh fuck, you're good at this, Carlotta," Jon moaned, and the woman bobbed her head faster and faster on his cock.

Jon loved how Carlotta pleasured him with her mouth. The widow could suck cock quite well, if not as skillfully as Jenassa, not that he had any reason to complain.

"Ghmm," were the only words that occasionally escaped Carlotta's lips as she sucked Jon's cock while simultaneously playing with his balls. Her head bobbed faster and faster on his massive cock, and Jon felt that sooner or later he would cum down her throat.

"Shit, I'm coming already!" Jon moaned as, after a long time, he came hard down Carlotta's throat. The woman swallowed his thick, heavy load quite neatly before finally releasing his cock, which had softened only slightly afterward.

"Quite a load of cum, Jon. I see you're quite persistent too. One of the perks of youth, I guess," Carlotta said, standing up.

"Now I'm counting on you to fuck my pussy with that big cock. Be careful, though. I've never had a cock this big inside me," the woman added.

"I promise I'll be careful and gentle, Carlotta," Jon replied.

The woman undressed for Jon, revealing a beautiful, curvy body. Long legs, a flat stomach that gave little away that she'd once been pregnant with a daughter, full breasts with pink nipples, and a beautiful face with brown eyes, full lips, and long brown hair.

Even the hair between her legs was brown like the hair on her head. Looking at Carlotta, Jon felt his cock grow painfully hard, especially when she climbed onto the bed on all fours, wiggling her shapely ass and smiling coquettishly.

“Come to me and fuck me with your big cock, Jon Snow,” said Carlotta, and Jon didn’t need to be told again.

Jon climbed onto the bed and positioned himself behind Carlotta, pinning her back to the bed, holding her hands and looking at her with hunger in his haunted, violet eyes. The head of his cock brushed against her pussy, feeling how wet it had become.

"Tell me, how badly do you want to be fucked by me?" Jon asked.

"Very much, Jon. I haven't had sex in so long, and I certainly didn't expect a young man like you to have such a big cock. So take me and fuck me with that huge cock," Carlotta replied.

Jon was just waiting for this. He flashed his most dazzling smile at Carlotta.

"As you wish, Carlotta," Jon said, and slowly, inch by inch, he sank into the woman's wet pussy.

"By the gods, I can feel your cock slicing my pussy open!" Carlotta cried out, and Jon covered her mouth with his.

"Hush, we didn't want to wake your daughter. What would she think if she saw herself being fucked by the one who helped her last time?" Jon said, then kissed her again, pushing his tongue into her mouth.

And when all ten inches finally entered her pussy, Jon began to slowly but surely move his hips, fucking her pussy. His mouth on hers prevented her from moaning so loudly that she was sure to wake her daughter. All he wanted now was to fill Carlotta Valentia's tight pussy with his cum until she was a moaning wreck, begging for more.

"Oh yes, fuck me, Jon! Make me your whore, hungry for your big cock!" Carlotta moaned as Jon pulled away from her mouth, kissing her neck and collarbone, nibbling her skin, and moving to the peaks of her lush breasts, sucking them eagerly.

"That's what I'm going to do, Carlotta. I'm going to fuck your brains out with my cock," Jon replied, continuing to fuck the sexy widow.

Carlotta moaned as Jon plowed into her bed. She quickly grew accustomed to his size, or so he thought. The bed creaked under their passionate sex. The Dragonborn licked and sucked her sensitive nipples, taking her to entirely new heights of pleasure. Jon simply loved fucking beautiful women; that was the truth about him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Jon! Fuck me hard with that big cock of yours. Don't stop until I come!" Carlotta screamed, and Jon closed her mouth with his. He only hoped Mila wouldn't wake up.

Jon fucked Carlotta from various angles, finding her most sensitive spot. And he pounded his cock there insistently.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, fuck, oh YES!" Carlotta screamed. "Fuck me like this. Oh gods, I'm about to come. Just keep going like this and I'm about to come, Jon!"

And Jon did it with great pleasure. His cock stretched the widow's pussy, giving her the best fuck of her life, or at least he thought so. And Carlotta demanded to be fucked hard like this, and Jon never knew how to say no to a beautiful woman.

"I'm coming, Jon, I'm coming!" Carlotta moaned, her eyes rolling back. And Jon felt himself coming too.

"Get ready, Carlotta. I'm coming soon," Jon said.

"Oh yes, breed me, Jon. Seed me with your seed until I'm heavy with your child. Give me a brother or sister for my Mila," Carlotta moaned, and Jon didn't know if she was serious or just joking.

"Take my seed then, Carlotta," Jon replied, and he ejaculated deep inside the hot widow's womb.

"Oh yes, oh yes, Jon! Cum deep inside my womb. Mark me as yours, oh yes!" Carlotta moaned as Jon ejaculated inside her pussy.

After a moment, Jon rose, and Carlotta looked at his cock.

"You're still hard, aren't you, Jon Snow? You really don't lack vigour. Maybe I'll let you fuck my ass," the woman said, gazing lustfully at Jon's massive cock.

And Jon smiled at the thought. He was sorely tempted to pound the hot widow's ass until she couldn't walk.

Carlotta sat up in bed, wiggling her ample ass. It was a truly enticing sight, making Jon's cock rock hard.

"So, would you be willing to fuck my ass now, Jon Snow?" Carlotta asked, wiggling her ass for Jon.

"Absolutely, Carlotta. By the time I'm done, you won't be able to sit on it tomorrow," Jon replied.

Jon stood behind Carlotta and pressed his cock against her ass, teasing the beautiful widow but not actually entering her. The woman moaned, feeling his massive penis against her ass.

"Jon, don't tease me like that. Just put that damn cock in my ass and fuck me hard," Carlotta demanded.

"As you wish, Carlotta," Jon replied, and he thrust into her supple ass. The woman screamed in pain and pleasure as Jon stretched her tight ass with his huge cock.

"Fuck, your cock will break my ass," Carlotta moaned, and Jon closed her mouth with his, kissing her hungrily.

"That's what I'm going for, Carlotta," Jon said, tongue-kissing the woman as his cock pounded her ass. The bed creaked violently under their passionate lovemaking.

Jon tightened his grip on one of the woman's buttocks, kneading it with his skillful fingers, making her moan loudly. This progressed to spanking her and drawing from her the most obscene moans he'd ever heard.

"Yes, yes, yes, Jon! Fuck my ass with that big cock of yours," Carlotta moaned.

Jon spanked the woman, enjoying her moans. He would definitely have to pay Carlotta Valentia a visit in the future and enjoy her ass.

"You've been quite naughty, Carlotta. I need to punish you," Jon whispered in her ear.

"Oh yes, punish me, Jon. Don't stop fucking my ass until I can't sit on it anymore," Carlotta replied.

Jon did so with pleasure, pounding Carlotta's ass hard while repeatedly spanking her round ass. Carlotta moaned like an alley whore. He only hoped her daughter wouldn't wake up. Jon leaned down, kissing and nibbling her neck and collarbone. His chest pressed against her back, and his cock was completely buried inside her.

"Fuck, I'm going to come, Carlotta," Jon said.

"Oh yes, come in my ass, Jon," Carlotta replied.

With a loud groan, Jon came heavily inside Carlotta's round ass. She groaned loudly and collapsed exhausted on the bed, Jon beside her. Carlotta looked at him with a blush on her face and eager eyes. She smiled at him, and Jon knew it was a genuine smile if nothing else. He felt the widow's hand touch his bearded cheek.

"You're a great lover, Jon. Even my late husband didn't make me come as many times as you and your big cock. I think you more than deserve him to come to my house for a fuck in the evenings. I'm not interested in marriage, only in a good fuck and the release you gave me. Just remember to come after 8 p.m. when my daughter Mila is asleep. I'd rather she didn't know you were visiting," Carlotta said.

"As you wish, Carlotta. Such a beautiful woman is impossible to refuse. And if Mikael decides to break his word to me and bothers you again, let me know and I'll deal with that idiot calling himself a bard," Jon replied.

Carlotta giggled and kissed Jon on the lips.

"You're sweet, Jon. You're a good man, maybe too good for this cruel world. But don't change, it attracts women's attention, which I'm sure you have plenty of," Carlotta said.

"That, and being ravishingly handsome with eyes that would catch any woman's eye, and being a god in bed," Jon said jokingly, making the woman laugh.

"That certainly has quite an effect on women, Jon Snow," Carlotta said. "Maybe you still have the energy for fun, eh?"

Jon smiled at the woman.

“I’m sure I’ll find the strength for a fuck or two, Carlotta,” Jon said, and in a moment they were in each other’s arms, fucking hard on her bed.

Jon smiled, recalling those not-so-distant memories, though his cock stirred as well. He grew hard thinking about fucking Carlotta Valentia, but luckily he had two beautiful, willing women with him who would surely want to have some fun before they had to get up.

"I can feel you're hard, Jon Snow. Was yesterday's fuck not enough for you? Do you really have the stamina of dragons, who are said to rarely tire," said Jenassa, who shifted deliberately on the bed, rubbing her round ass against his hard cock, eliciting moans from Jon.

Lydia, lying on the other side, stirred in her sleep but didn't wake up. One or two, it didn't matter to Jon who he could have morning sex with. And Jon could see the amusement in Jenassa's red eyes and the mischievous smile on her pretty face.

"So hard for me...and maybe for your sweet little housecarl too. Maybe we can have some fun while Lydia sleeps and then invite her over like yesterday to join us," Jenassa said, her slender hand slipping under the covers and grabbing Jon's cock.

"Oh, so hard, you can't wait to get inside my wet pussy and fuck me with that monster, can't you, Jon Snow? I've had a few lovers over the years, but none of them made me come as many times as you did yesterday," Jenassa said, and Jon felt her hand move up and down his shaft.

"I won't say I don't want to fuck you, because that's exactly what I want. And if Lydia were to join us, it would be even better," Jon replied.

"Now I'll work on that magnificent cock, Dragonborn," Jenassa said, taking Jon's cock into her mouth and swallowing it almost whole.

Jon only saw the dark-haired Dark Elf's head bobbing on his cock and the sounds of her slurping. And Jon breathed heavily and moaned, feeling the woman's lips and tongue working his cock.

"Dark Elves are truly talented at sucking cock," Jon thought, watching Jenassa suck his cock eagerly, her tongue swirling around the head and along its impressive shaft. He mocked how Nords often misjudged the Dunmer instead of getting along with them. Especially seeing how their women were so excellent in bed.

Although some Nords were married to Dark Elves, I assure you, not everyone saw Dunmer as inferior. Jon didn't judge anyone by their race, appearance, or background, but by their actions and deeds. And he certainly had no problem sleeping with women who weren't human. And he really likes Jenassa; he'll definitely sleep with her more than once, and if he's lucky, he'll meet other Dunmer women who'll gladly join him in bed.

"Good gods, I really have become as promiscuous as Theon Greyjoy," Jon thought, groaning loudly as Jenassa sucked harder on his cock and her hands squeezed his balls.

But somehow it didn't bother him or repel him. He simply loved the way a woman's lips wrapped around his cock, or her legs wrapped around his hips as he persistently fucked her pussy, or the feeling of her ample (or not) breasts pressed against Jon's broad, firm chest as he plowed her mercilessly onto the bed until it creaked beneath them and her moans could wake the dead, or the way her round ass bounced on his cock, or, on the contrary, pressed against his crotch as he took her from behind like a wolf his female dog, ruining her for other men. And if a woman caught Jon's eye, he simply seduced her, and often, fate favored him in that regard. Like now, when he could enjoy Jenassa's heavenly mouth and more.

And unlike Theon, he didn't have to go to brothels and pay for sex. And Jon honestly wasn't particularly fond of his lord father's hostage and ward, an arrogant young man who had often looked down on him simply because Jon was a bastard.

"At least my father wasn't a fool who decided to rebel and lost," Jon thought, and though he didn't like Robb's friendship with Greyjoy, he skipped lecturing his younger half-brother.

"Oh fuck," Jon suddenly moaned as Jenassa sucked his cock until he almost came, but he held back.

Jenassy, however, didn't deter her and continued sucking Jon's cock even more ferociously, much to his delight.

"Oh yes, oh yes, Jenassa. I'll come soon if you keep this up," Jon moaned, and the Dark Elf smiled, or at least it seemed so to Jon, as her lips wrapped around his cock.

Jenassa sucked and sucked Jon's cock like nothing else mattered until, with a loud groan, Jon finally ejaculated heavily down the dark elf's throat, who swallowed his seed without difficulty. The woman smiled at Jon, and drops of Jon's seed dripped from her lips.

"You taste good, Jon Snow. And your seed is as abundant as ever. I'll never get tired of sucking your cock," Jenassa said.

"I hope you're ready for more, because I plan to fuck your pussy before breakfast, Jenassa," Jon said.

"I'm going to ride your cock until you come again," Jenassa said, standing up and giving Jon a good view of her naked form, her full breasts, her long, dark hair falling freely down her back.

"I really like that idea," Jon said. "I'd love to watch you mount my cock and ride it until I cum in your pussy."

Jenassa smiled, then turned around, giving Jon a view of her round, bare ass and bare back, over which the Dark Elf's dark hair fell. She instantly sank down onto Jon's cock, who groaned loudly as his penis buried itself entirely in Jenassa's wet pussy.

"By Azura, you stretch my pussy like no man I've ever slept with before," Jenassa moaned.

"And no one has done you as well as I have. I simply ruined you for other men," Jon said, rising and embracing the woman as she rode his cock.

Jenassa turned her head in response and kissed Jon passionately, who grabbed the Dark Elf's breasts, squeezing them and pinching her sensitive nipples. Jon pushed his tongue into Jenassa's mouth, and she responded, their tongues engaging in a fierce battle.

The only sound was the clash of flesh against flesh as the Dark Elf's ass slammed against the Dragonborn's crotch as she rode him passionately. Finally, Jon pulled away from Jenassa's mouth, kissing her neck, feeling her hand encircle his neck and hold hers.

"Is your offer to join me on my expeditions beyond Whiterun and warm my bed at night still valid?" Jon asked between kisses.

"Of course I do. I... oh fuck, yes... I never joke about such suggestions. Just say the word you're going and... oh yes, fuck me there... I'll join you. And at night, I'll let you fuck me however you like... fuck, yes, fuck me right there! I want to be fucked by that wonderful... oh yes, yes... cock of yours, Jon Snow," Jenassa replied between moans.

"Then expect me to invite you to join me on my adventures, Jenassa," Jon replied, and kissed her passionately on the lips again.

Then Jon grabbed Jenassa's hips and leaned down. He fucked her from various angles until he finally found her most sensitive spot, which he began to fuck faster and harder.

"Fuck, fuck, don't stop, Jon! I've never felt so good being fucked by my lover!" Jenassa moaned, and Jon grabbed her hair and pulled her back. Jenassa screamed in pain and pleasure, and Jon was now fucking her hard.

"Remember this, Jenassa. You are now one of my women. Women of the Dragonborn. I have the soul of a dragon, and dragons are greedy and slow to share. Many more women will come to my bed, and you will be one of my favorites," Jon said.

"Oh yes, I am yours, Jon. It's obvious that one woman can't handle a stud like you, and many women will want to sleep with you," Jenassa moaned, dazed from the good sex Jon was giving her.

It wasn't long after Jon Snow's intense, passionate sex with the beautiful Dunmer mercenary when, with one last, powerful thrust, he came deep inside Jenassa's pussy. She fell back onto the bed, her eyes wide with pleasure. Jon smiled, seeing how he had ruined the beautiful Dark Elf.

“Does my sweet Thane still have the energy to fuck his faithful housecarl?” Lydia asked, drawing Jon’s attention.

As the Dragonborn noticed, Lydia was wide awake and had clearly been watching him fuck Jenassa for some time, as evidenced by the flushed cheeks, the lust-filled eyes, and the hand between her legs, toying with her clit.

At the sight, Jon grew hard again. Absorbing dragon souls, among other things, meant that his stamina in bed improved with each dragon he slew.

“I’ll gladly fuck you, Lydia. You, for your part, will lick Jenassa’s pussy while I do so. She needs to recover from the pounding of her tight pussy,” Jon replied, and Lydia happily obeyed his commands.

Jon watched as his housecarl, in her naked form, crawled over to her spread-legged form, still recovering from the rough fucking Jon had given her, then placed his head between her legs, working his tongue.

Jenassa's indistinct moans meant Lydia was doing a good job. Jon himself had a view of his housecarl's supple ass and pussy. How much Jon intended to take advantage of this, Lydia would soon find out.

"By Talos and Shor!" Lydia moaned as Jon drove his cock into her tight ass.

"The gods won't help you in this matter, Lydia. When I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more," Jon said, fucking the housecarl's ass.

Lydia returned to sucking Jenassa's pussy, and the dark elf writhed and moaned under Jon's housecarl's skillful touch—or rather, Lydia's nimble, cunning tongue—on her pussy.

"I love your ass, Lydia. I love fucking it and making you a wreck of the immense pleasure you can experience with me," Jon said between thrusts.

Lydia's ass tolerated Jon's rough treatment perfectly, but his fierce, loyal housecarl tolerated their passionate, wild, passionate intercourse well. He loved that about her.

"Oh yes, my sweet thane. Fuck my ass with that big cock of yours," Lydia moaned, and Jon slapped her ass.

"And that's what I'm going to do, my faithful housecarl. When I'm done with your ass, you won't be able to sit on it, or even walk straight. Now suck Jenassa's pussy, Lydia," Jon said, and Lydia went back to licking and sucking the Dark Elf's pussy.

"You have such a talented tongue, Lydia. You know how to eat a woman's pussy," Jenassa said, her hand in Jon's housecarl's dark hair, as she kept her head between the Dark Elf's legs.

The bed creaked dangerously beneath the three of them, and Jon only hoped I wouldn't collapse under their passionate fucking. Gods knew there would be many more encounters like this in the future, and many more women would share this bed with Jon.

Lydia drove Jenassa wild with lust with her tongue, and for that reason alone, her moans were unheard throughout Whiterun. And all good things must come to an end. Jon could already feel himself coming soon, filling Lydia's ass with his cum. However, he decided not to warn his housecarl. It would be a surprise for her.

With a final, loud groan, Jon came inside Lydia's ass, filling it with his seed. After a moment, he pulled his penis out, sitting next to the two women. Jenassa came too, as evidenced by her long, loud moan and flopping back onto the pillow before closing her eyes, losing consciousness.

"By Shor, I can barely feel my ass," Lydia moaned, rising and sitting on the bed. Despite this, she smiled at Jon, who loved her smile. Like so many other things he loved about his warrior.

Jon smiled back, pulling Lydia into a steamy kiss. His housecarl grabbed his head, pulling him into a passionate kiss. Jon enjoyed kissing Lydia, and his faithful housecarl could always count on a place by his side and in bed, considering Lydia had taught him so much about pleasing a woman in bed. And Jon was a diligent and apt student.

"Typical after I fuck your ass, Lydia. But you never complained much about it," Jon replied, releasing Lydia.

"Because it's quite a pleasant pain and a reminder that my sweet Thane knows how to fuck me so well," Lydia said, touching Jon's cheek. She kissed him again, and Jon eagerly returned his lover's kisses.

"Jenassa, I see, will need time to recover. In the meantime, I have some business to attend to in the city, Lydia," Jon said.

"And what does my thane intend to do?" Lydia asked, lying down next to Jenassa, who was recovering from their passionate sex. She stretched out on the bed like a very pleased cat.

"I'll go to Jorrvaskr to speak with the Harbinger of the Companions," Jon replied, and Lydia visibly flinched. She lifted her head from the pillow.

"My sweet thane intends to join the Companions?! They are a noble brotherhood of warriors, men and women known and respected throughout Skyrim! And the true elite are the warriors accepted into the Circle of Jorrvaskr. They are said to carry on the traditions of Ysgramor and his five hundred companions. It is an honor to be accepted by them and to serve at their side," Lydia said excitedly, a fact that didn't escape Jon.

"That's what I intend to do, if they'll accept me into their ranks," Jon replied. "And you, Lydia? Have you ever considered joining them?"

"Yes, my sweet Thane. But they rejected me, saying I wasn't good enough. After all, Jarl Balgruuf accepted me into his service," Lydia replied.

"You're a good warrior, by my standards. These Companions must have much higher standards. Let's hope they accept me into their ranks," he said.

"The Thane is a truly capable and powerful warrior, and a Dragonborn at that. Kodlak Whitemane, the Harbinger of the Companions, will surely accept you into the Companions," Lydia said.

"And I intend to speak with him," Jon replied, rising from the bed.

He picked up the clothes he'd put on from the floor. Trousers, a tunic, a leather belt to which he'd tied his sword and dagger, leather boots, and Jon was ready to go. Jorrvarskr wasn't far, anyway. He turned to Lydia.

"When Jenassa recovers, tell her where I went. I'll see you later," Jon said.

"Good luck, my thane. You'll need it," Lydia replied, hugging Jenassa.

Jon went downstairs and left the house. He hadn't even made it five steps when an orc spoke to him. He was wearing light leather armor unlike anything Jon had ever seen before. He carried a crossbow and a set of bolts and looked like someone who wouldn't be too hard on his enemies.

"Hey, I need to talk to you," the orc said, and Jon looked at him.

"Yes? What's the matter?" Jon asked.

"The Dawnguard is looking for anyone willing to fight against the growing vampire menace. What do you say?" the orc asked.

This was the first time Jon had heard of the Dawnguard, though they were clearly just some self-proclaimed vampire hunters.

"What's the Dawnguard?" Jon asked.

"We're vampire hunters. We search out and destroy those bloodsucking scum wherever we find them," the orc explained.

So, Jon supposed, it was some kind of vampire hunter group. He already had damn dragons to worry about, and vampires to worry about. Maybe he'd deal with that some other time.

"I'm not saying I wouldn't like to join the Dawnguard, but I do have damn dragons to worry about. I'm the Dragonborn, and it's my duty to deal with the dragons before I can deal with the vampires," Jon replied.

"Are you the Dragonborn?! That changes things. Once you've dealt with the dragons, come to Fort Dawnguard in southeastern Riften. Speak with Isran, and he'll decide if you're fit to join the Dawnguard. But for you, it'll be a formality. With you in our ranks, those cursed bloodsuckers won't stand a chance," the orc said, before departing.

Jon made a mental note of the fort's location. He'd go there in the future; now it was time to head to Jorrvaskr. He quickly passed the market square, where merchants traded and locals shopped as usual, climbed the stone steps to the Windward District, entered the square where a large, solitary tree called Gildergreen stood. Then Jon turned right and climbed the stone steps to Jorrvaskr.

It reminded Jon of a gigantic longship that had been washed upside down by the sea; The roof, in fact, looked to him like the bottom of a gigantic ship's hull, with a row of large shields hanging from the edge and dozens of supports. Two sets of wooden doors, reinforced with steel, led inside. Jon pushed open the heavy, steel-bound doors and stepped inside.

The Dragonborn immediately felt the heat of the fireplace and the pleasant warmth of the spacious Hall. It seemed as if the interior of Jorrvaskr was filled with only one large room. In the center stood a large hearth, where a fire burned, and around it were long, horseshoe-shaped chairs with numerous seats, where a large company could sit for meals and sumptuous feasts, located slightly below Jon's position. Opposite him, he saw two more steel-bound doors, accessed by four wide wooden steps. Jon estimated that six men could walk abreast up these steps.

Above the table, the skull of a great mammoth hung from the ceiling, its dead, empty eyes staring intently at Jon. Dozens of different shields with various coats of arms hung from the columns. There were also red banners, each with a large, double-bladed axe embroidered in gold thread. Jon Snow guessed it must be the standard of the Companions. Even the free companies in Essos had their own banners, so this didn't surprise him at all.

Jon quickly realized that this large hall, contrary to his previous impression, didn't take up the entire space at all and had distinctly separate sections. To the right, beyond a few wooden steps, separated by wooden railings, and between the wooden columns and scaffolding, were stuffed figures of a large bear, a saber-toothed cat, even a troll, and a creature Jon didn't recognize.

It reminded him of a tree-like creature with distinctly feminine features. From its head sprouted antlers similar to those of a stag, and its long, slender fingers reminded him of claws; it had four in each hand. Even here, near the entrance, Jon spotted a stuffed brown-furred troll, its three midnight-black eyes glaring menacingly at the young Dragonborn. Opposite him stood a large brown bear on two legs, roaring defiantly.

However, what was to Jon's left was much more interesting and eye-catching. Near the door leading to some chamber, two Companions were fistfighting, while the others cheered them on. Jon heard them calling each other's names and offering advice. One of the combatants was a woman in leather armor and a helmet, while the other was a Dark Elf also wearing leather armor.

"Give him a beating, Njada!"

"Show us how Dark Elves fight, Athis!"

"In a fistfight, no one can match the Nords. Njada will beat his face!"

"Athis is tough for a Dunmer. They say they're only strong in magic, but Athis is a pretty good arm-swinger."

Jon watched the fight and saw that the forces were evenly matched. Neither Njada nor Athis gave ground. However, he didn't have time to observe their fight. He needed to find the Companion's Herald and speak with him. He then noticed that one of the Companions was sitting on the top step of the stairs, holding a mug of ale or mead, watching the fight with interest. He was also with one of the commentators, offering his own advice.

"Njada, hit him with your left. Athis doesn't protect his left," the man said, and Jon was surprised to recognize the northern accent of the Northmen from his own world in his speech.

"Is it possible that one of my countrymen has also found their way to this world?" Jon thought. It had seemed impossible before, but now…

Jon studied the man. He had light blond hair, a trait quite typical of a Nord, though this one might not be one at all. He wore rather interesting armor. It was a balanced combination of steel and leather, Jon noticed. It gleamed silver, though he doubted it was adorned with silver. The breastplate was adorned with subtle, curved patterns—reminiscent of Norse runes or swirling winds. At the base of his throat, he saw a steel wolf head with a gaping maw. His shoulder pads were decorated with similar patterns to the breastplate, which were additionally trimmed with dark fur. A similar trimming was on his belt, with a wolf head in the center.

His arms and hands were protected by leather and fur, the only metal elements being vambraces decorated with a wolf motif. Below his belt, instead of steel leggings, he was protected by a leather skirt with metal plates—robustly studded with rivets—that reached down to his knees. Its lower edge was trimmed with thick, dark fur. His greaves and boots were steel, and each greave bore stylized wolf heads.

He must have had a weakness for the wolf motif, considering how often he used it on his armor. Jon doubted he was a Stark. There were no blonds in his family. The whole was topped off by a cloak, red as blood and fire, flowing down his back, embroidered with the same axe as on the Companions' banners.

Next to him lay a visorless helmet, unlikely to protect the face or eyes from a skilled archer, but looking as good as the rest of the man's armor. At his belt he wore a sword and an axe, or rather a hatchet, suitable for throwing at the enemy.

The man clearly hadn't noticed Jon, paying him no attention at all, focused on the brawl between the two Companions. Apparently, such sparring wasn't anything unusual or new in this Hall. Jon decided to ask him where he could find Harbinger. He knew his name, but he'd never seen one before and didn't want to make any mistakes.

"Excuse me, good man. Could you tell me where I can find the Harbinger of the Companions?" Jon asked, and the man turned to him. He was quite young, no more than three or four years older than Jon himself. He wore a short, thick, blond beard and mustache, and his deep-set eyes were as blue as a serene sky. He smiled in a truly mischievous way.

"If you're looking for old Kodlak, you'll have to go to the other end of the hall. There are steps against the wall that lead to the Living Quarters in Jorrvaskr. He's sitting there with Vilkas, chatting about something, though I don't know what. Kodlak will be a man with a gray beard and hair, and Vilkas a younger, clean-shaven man with dark brown hair. You'll easily recognize them," the man replied, eyeing him. For a long moment, his gaze lingered on Jon's violet eyes, which seemed to him to be considering something.

"Thank you, good man," Jon simply said.

"What a good man. I am Asher. Asher Forrester, the stranger, or perhaps I should say Jon Snow, Lord Eddard Stark's bastard," the man replied, extending his hand toward Jon.

Jon's eyes widened to the size of saucers.

"Asher Forrester?! Second son of Lord Gregor Forrester. I heard you were exiled by your father to avoid a war between the Forresters and the Whitehills. But what in the name of the gods are you doing in Skyrim? I would have expected you somewhere in Essos, not here. And how do you know who I am? Your father has been to Winterfell a few times on business for my lord father, but usually only his heir Rodrik accompanied him," Jon said, shaking Asher's hand.

"Let's get started, Jon Snow. As for where I should be, it was after my father banished me from Ironrath, gave me a horse and a purse of money, and with a handful of his guards, I rode to White Harbor, where I found a ship bound for Pentos. However, along the way, a storm broke out and I fell overboard. I thought that was the end of me, but instead I woke up near Solitude. For the past four years, I worked first as a sellsword, then about a year ago I was accepted into the Companions, and finally, some time ago, I was accepted into the Circle. That was around the same time that news came that the dragon had attacked Helgen. As for your second question, even in Ironrath, I heard of Ned Stark's purple-eyed bastard, and you have his features, so I guessed you must be his son," Asher replied. "Now, tell me, why are you here in Jorrvaskr and not in Winterfell?"

Jon Snow never told anyone he came from another world. Many who saw him believed him to be either a Nord or an Imperial. Only High Priest Aulus and the other priests of Akatosh he had initiated knew this.

He didn't feel ready to share it with anyone else yet, not even with those he trusted. Maybe someday. But Asher Forrester was his compatriot, and like him, he had found himself in Skyrim. He could tell him.

"I actually disappeared from Winterfell not long after your banishment, Asher. Akatosh sent me to this world for some purpose I don't understand. I spent the last four years in the temple of Akatosh under the care of the priests there, and only recently have I arrived in Skyrim, where they sent me. And it turns out I'm the Dragonborn, a human with the soul of a dragon straight out of old Nord legends," Jon explained briefly.

"Oh my! So you're the Dragonborn there's been a lot of talk about these past few weeks. I heard earlier from Aela that he helped her, Farkas, and Ria in the fight against the giant, describing him as 'a handsome youth with haunted, violet eyes.' And then came the news that Jarl Balgruuf the Greater had appointed as Thane of Whiterun the man who had slain the dragon and been summoned by the Greybeards to High Hrothgar. The man they said was the Dragonborn." I didn't think Ned Stark's son would be one, though. Kodlak Whitemane will undoubtedly accept you into the Companions. No Dragonborn has ever fought in his ranks before," Asher said, surprised by what Jon had told him.

"Thanks, Asher. I hope we'll have more than one opportunity to talk," Jon said.

He turned and headed for the stairs when he heard Asher's voice behind him.

"I'll tell you something else, Jon. Don't be surprised if Vilkas says he's never heard of you. He recently returned to Whiterun from the Reach, where he and the Jarl's men have been hunting Forsworn for the past two or three weeks. He may not yet know the Dragonborn has appeared in Skyrim, and he certainly won't know you're him," Asher said.

"Thanks, Asher. I'll keep that in mind," Jon replied and headed for the stairs.

As Jon noticed, various weapons were displayed on the wall. He saw swords, longswords, and powerful two-handed blades; maces and maces in various forms; great war hammers and their smaller, more portable versions. There were also a dozen or so types of bows, from short hunting ones to those as tall as a full-grown man.

What caught Jon's eye, however, weren't these various weapons; it was what sat in the center, as if in a place of honor: fragments of some old weapon crafted from dark metal, intricately set in wood and iron inlays. Jon wasn't sure why such a tribute was given to pieces of old iron, like some priceless treasure a wealthy man displayed to brag about to his friends and acquaintances. The Companions probably had their reasons.

Jon descended a series of wooden steps that ended at a steel-bound door, which he pushed open with ease. A long, whip-straight corridor stretched before him, flanked by numerous rooms and several side passages. The floor was covered with the longest carpet he'd ever seen. He passed a kitchen where an elderly woman was cooking over a fire, what looked like a small bathhouse with two pools and fireplaces, and numerous rooms that must have been bedrooms for members of the Companions.

At the end of the corridor was a room with an open door. Inside were several bookcases and shelves, one of which held a map of all of Skyrim. There, seated at a chair, were two men. One had gray hair and a beard, while his companion was a much younger man with short, dark brown hair and a shaven face.

Jon knew from Asher that the one with the beard was Kodlak Whitemane and the one with brown hair was Vilkas. They both wore the same armor as Asher Forrester. From this, he also guessed that those of them belonging to the Circle of Companions wore such armor. He regretted not asking Asher about his armor; surely he would have explained it to him clearly. As Jon drew closer, he heard their conversation clearly.

"But I still hear the call of the blood," Vilkas said to Kodlak.

"We all do. It is our burden to bear. But we can overcome," the older man replied.

"You have my brother and I, obviously. But I don't know if the rest will go along quite so easily," Vilkas said.

"Leave that to me," Kodlak replied.

Jon didn't quite understand what they were saying and had the feeling this conversation wasn't meant for his ears. He didn't want to interfere until they were finished, though. But now he needed to talk to Kodlak.

"Excuse me, I have business with Kodlak Whitemane," Jon said, and both men looked at him. He had the impression Kodlak was looking at him intently, as if searching his face for something.

"How can I help you, stranger?" Kodlak asked.

"I would like to join the Companions," Jon replied.

"Master, you're not truly considering accepting him," Vilkas interjected, looking suspiciously at Jon.

Kodlak glanced at Vilkas.

"I am nobody's master, Vilkas. And last I checked, we had some empty beds in Jorrvaskr for those with a fire burning in their hearts," Harbinger said.

"Apologies. But perhaps this isn't the time. I've never even heard of this outsider," Vilkas said.

"In this case, it's understandable, Vilkas. You've been gone for a few weeks and don't know that this outsider, as you call him, has become quite famous in Whiterun and beyond. Before you stands none other than Jon Snow, Thane of Whiterun and Dragonborn. Such a man undoubtedly deserves to join our noble company," Kodlak said, and Jon saw the surprise on the younger warrior's face.

"Dragonborn? The Dragonborn hasn't been seen in centuries, and it's supposed to be this young man who just grew a beard. How do you know this, Kodlak?" Vilkas asked.

"I was at Dragonsreach when Jarl Balgruuf the Greater named him Thane of Whiterun, though I assure you our guest paid me no mind at the time. And like all the inhabitants of Whiterun, I heard the Greybeards' call to Jon Snow. So I can vouch for your coming to Jon Snow, Thane of Whiterun and Dragonborn. But that's beside the point. Only his heart matters," said Kodlak.

"And his arm," added Vilkas.

“So, will I be able to join the Companions, Lord Kodlak?” Jon asked.

“Kodlak will do, boy. Of course. Just tell me how you fight, Jon Snow,” Kodlak said.

“I can handle myself,” Jon replied confidently.

“You don’t become Thane for a beautiful smile and a full purse. And the Dragonborn were renowned as great warriors. Tradition must be upheld, no less. This is Vilkas. He will test your hand,” Kodlak said, then turned to the warrior.

“Vilkas, take him out to the yard and see what he can do.”

Vilkas rose from his seat and headed for the stairs.

“Follow me, Jon Snow. We’ll see if you’re fit for the Companions,” Vilkas said, and Jon followed.

They quickly made their way upstairs, where he saw that the sparring match between Njada and Athis had ended and none of the Companions were there except Asher Forrester, who was sharpening his sword with a whetstone while sitting on a wooden step.

"Who won that fistfight, Asher?" Vilkas asked.

"Njada, Vilkas. She hit him with a left punch, sending Athis crashing to the floor like a log. I think his head is still ringing. Torvar took care of him; you know how they like each other," Asher said, his smirk etched on his face.

Vilkas chuckled at that.

"Njada is a tough woman, even if not much of a companion. It doesn't matter, as long as she stands by your side like a Companion," Vilkas said.

Asher looked at Jon, giving him a smile.

"I see the old man told you to check Jon Snow's suitability as a Companion. I'd love to watch him beat you, Vilkas," Forrester said, sheathing his sword and whetstone.

"You have such little faith in me, Asher? And remember who knocked you off your feet and held his sword to your neck during your last training session," Vilkas replied, and Asher chuckled. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to check our little Dragonborn to see if he's truly fit to be a Companion."

Vilkas led Jon out into the courtyard, where several straw mannequins with shields painted on their torsos stood, used for archery practice. When Vilkas stopped in the middle, Jon stood opposite him. Asher, who had come to watch, appeared, as did another man in similar armor.

"The old man said to have a look at you, so let's do this. Just take a few swings at me so I can see your form. Don't worry, I can take it," Vilkas said, then removed the iron shield from his back and drew his sword.

Jon drew his sword and struck Vilkas's shield several times; the last blow was so powerful that it knocked Vilkas off balance, sending him sprawling to the ground.

"Now that's impressive. You're mightier than you look," Vilkas said, then rose from the ground.

"You might just make it. But for now, you're still a whelp to us, new blood. So you do what we tell you. Here's my sword. Go take it up to Eorlund to have it sharpened. And be careful, it's probably worth more than you are," Vilkas said, handing Jon his sword.

Jon felt like an errand boy, but he let his comment slide. It irritated him that Vilkas thought his sword was worth more than Jon himself. If only he knew what Jon had been through, he would have said something different. He continued toward the Skyforge, where Eorlund worked. It was right next to Jorrvaskr, accessible via a series of steps carved into the stone.

At the forge, Jon could see from a distance, a gigantic statue of some bird, perhaps an eagle or some other bird, carved into the stone towered over the forge. He heard footsteps behind him and saw Asher.

"Don't worry about Vilkas, Jon Snow. He's rough with every new recruit, whom he calls 'whelp.' But once he's convinced of your worth, he'll treat you much more kindly," Asher said.

"Did he send you out with a sword to sharpen, too?" Jon asked, and Asher nodded.

"Yes, Vilkas just likes to do that with every new recruit. When you're done, find me or one of the other Circle members and we'll show you the dorms where you'll sleep. All the regular Companions sleep there. Only Circle members have separate chambers, and so does Harbinger," Asher said.

"I have a house in Whiterun," Jon said, though sleeping in the same dormitory with other Companions helps foster a bond.

Asher shrugged.

"No one's forcing you to sleep there. Simply put, none of the Companions have a home in Whiterun, and many of them come from distant regions of Skyrim or even other regions of Tamriel. But if you have a home, sleep there. If you're looking for work, ask me or any of the Circle members, except Kodlak, who, as Harbinger, handles other matters. We'll have something for you. And when you leave to tackle a problem, you'll take one of the Companions with you, who will act as your Shield Brother or Sister for the duration of the journey. After completing and confirming the task, you'll receive money, which you'll split evenly. Thus, each Companion can earn a good living by solving various problems for the inhabitants of Skyrim that require a fighting force. And if you perform well, who knows, they might even let you join the Circle," Asher Forrester explained, as Jon listened intently.

It was worth knowing as much as possible about how the Companions operate.

"Asher, I have a question for you. I saw pieces of black metal hanging in a place of honor on one of the walls. Why do the Companions hold something like that with such honor? It's worthless scrap," Jon asked.

"It's good that you ask me. If you told that to any other Companion, they'd be greatly offended. This isn't some worthless scrap, Snow, but the fragments of Wuuthrad—the legendary great axe that once belonged to Ysgramor himself. The same Ysgramor who led the Five Hundred Companions when they came from Atmora to Skyrim to wreak bloody vengeance on the Snow Elves for the massacre at Saarthal. The Companions have been searching for its fragments scattered throughout Skyrim for generations. Eventually, the day will come when they will gather enough for old Eorlund to reforge Wuuthrad. And when that happens, the axe will hang in a place of honor—not as a weapon of war, but as a symbol for future generations of Companions to look at and remember where it all began," Asher explained.

“That reminds me, the Companions’ banner has a two-handed axe, gold on a red field. Is that a reference to this Wuuthrad?” Jon asked.

“Indeed, Jon Snow. You are observant. Yes, it is a reference to the weapon belonging to the founder of the Companions. For the Companions continue the legacy of Ysgramor and his Five Hundred Companions, though they tend not to slaughter elves,” Asher replied.

“How do you know so much about the history of the Companions?” Jon asked.

“Vilkas has told me so much. He is a veritable fountain of knowledge when it comes to the history of the Companions,” Asher replied.

They stopped before the stone steps leading to the Skyforge. Jon glanced at Asher, who folded his arms across his chest.

“I’ll leave you here; I’ll see you later, Jon Snow,” the man said.

“See you later, Asher Forrester,” Jon said, then climbed the steps to the Skyforge.

There was plenty of room upstairs, Jon noticed. The forge, carved in stone, sat at the foot of the bird statue, and beside it was a wide stone table, where various weapons and pieces of armor lay. The blacksmith, an older man with white hair and beard, was sharpening his axe on a grindstone, humming to himself.

But when Jon approached him, he stopped his work, rose, and regarded Jon.

"What brings you here?" Eorlund asked.

"Vilkas sent me with his sword," Jon said, handing the blacksmith the sword he took.

"I'm guessing you're the newcomer then?" Eorlund asked.

"Yes, Asher mentioned that Vilkas likes to send newcomers to bring his sword to you for sharpening," Jon replied.

The blacksmith snorted with laughter.

"Yeah, I remember when Asher Forrester was a newcomer, like you, boy. I'll tell you what I told him then. They were all whelps once. They just might not like to talk about it. And don't always just do what you're told. Nobody rules anybody in the Companions," said Eorlund.

That surprised Jon. There was someone in charge everywhere. Even in the Night's Watch, the Lord Commander led, and the Companions had their Harbinger. But someone had to be in charge, otherwise they'd be an undisciplined band of mercenaries instead of a respected brotherhood of warriors throughout Skyrim.

"Someone has to be in charge, though," Jon said.

"Well, I'm not sure how they've managed it, but they have. No leaders since Ysgramor. Kodlak is the Harbinger, and he's a sort of advisor for the whole group, but every man is his own. Every woman, her own," Eorlund explained.

This puzzled Jon. Kodlak was advisor to the whole group, but every man and woman in the Companions is not subject to his commands. And yet, they are a renowned company of warriors throughout Skyrim. There are some things he will probably never understand, and this is one of them.

"And are you a Companion, Eorlund?" Jon asked after a moment.

"Not actually a Companion myself, but none of them know how to work a forge properly, and I'm honored to serve them. My name is Eorlund Gray-Mane. I work the Skyforge. The best steel in all of Skyrim. All of Tamriel," Eorlund replied proudly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Jon Snow," said Jon.

"Ah, so you must be the famous Dragonborn and Thane of Whiterun. It's an honor for the Companions that someone like you wants to join them," said Eorlund. "I have a request."

"What is it?" asked Jon.

"I've been working on a shield for Aela. My wife is in mourning, and I need to get back to her soon. I'd be much obliged if you could take this to Aela for me," said Eorlund, then put down Vilkas' sword and took the shield for Aela.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I'd be happy to help you with that, but didn't you mention earlier that he shouldn't be anyone's servant?" asked Jon. Of course, he would do this small favor for the blacksmith.

"This isn't a command. Just decency. Help out an old blacksmith. I've got to get back to my work," Eorlund replied.

Jon descended the steps to find Aela and return her shield. He remembered the beautiful, red-haired warrior where she and two other warriors had fought a giant. Jon had gone to their aid and tripped the giant, leading to its death. Aela then told him to go speak with Kodlak if he wanted to join the Companions, which he did.

Jon returned to Jorrvaskr where he found Asher talking to Athis about something, though Jon didn't know what they were talking about. He went to ask him where he could find Aela.

"Asher, Eorlund sent me to bring Aela her shield. Do you know where I can find it?" Jon asked.

"She should be in her chambers by this time. Go find her there, Jon," Asher replied.

"Thanks, Asher," Jon replied, and went to the Living Quarters, where the Companions' quarters were located.

It didn't take Jon long to find Aela's room, considering he'd heard her talking to a man. He entered her chamber without knocking, where the red-haired woman was talking to a tall, bald man in the same armor Asher wore, so he was definitely a member of the Circle. However, they stopped talking as soon as they saw him.

"I brought you a shield from Eorlund, Aela," Jon said, handing the beautiful woman the shield.

"Ah, good. I've been waiting for this. Wait... I remember you. So the old man thinks you've got some heart, I guess," said Aela.

"Yes, it's me. Jon Snow, thane of Whiterun," said Jon.

"So you're the fabled Dragonborn Kodlak mentioned. He said that one Jon Snow was Dragonborn and was summoned to High Hrothgar by the Greybeards," the bald man said.

Jon looked at the warrior.

"Indeed. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?" Jon asked.

"I am Skjor, and I belong to the Circle of Companions, as do Aela, Vilkas, Farkas, and our newest addition, Asher Forrester. Of course, Kodlak, as Harbinger, is also a member of the Circle," Skjor replied. "Hmm, I saw you in the courtyard training with Vilkas."

"Ah, yes. I heard you gave him quite a thrashing," said Aela.

"Don't let Vilkas catch you saying that," Skjor replied.

"Do you think you could handle Vilkas in a real fight?" Aela asked, looking at Jon, her gaze fixed on his violet eyes.

"Honestly, I'm not interested in bragging, Aela," Jon replied.

"Ah, a man of action," said Aela. "Here, let's have Farkas show you where you'll be resting your head."

"Farkas!" Skjor called.

After a moment, a warrior arrived whom Jon might have mistaken for Vilkas, if Skjor hadn't summoned Farkas. He guessed they must be twins.

"Did you call me?" Farkas asked.

"Of course we did, icebrain. Show this new blood where the rest of the whelps sleep," said Aela.

"New blood? Oh, I remember you. Come on, follow me " said Farkas, quickly leaving Aela's room.

Jon followed him, listening as Farkas talked about himself.

"Skjor and Aela like to tease me, but they're good people. They challenge us to be our best. Nice to have a new face around. It gets boring here sometimes. I hope we keep you. This can be a rough life," Farkas said.

"Nice to meet you too, Farkas. Maybe we can be friends," said Jon.

"Asher mentioned you to me recently, Jon Snow. It's a great honor that the Dragonborn has joined the Companions. Such an event has happened…never before. I'd love to test your skills with you sometime, Jon Snow," Farkas said, and Jon stared at his great, two-handed sword that Farkas carried on his back.

After a short walk down the hall, Farkas stopped in front of a spacious chamber with many beds. The floor was covered with rugs and wild animal skins, and there were also plenty of storage chests and a table with two chairs.

Jon, looking around the room, saw that besides himself and Farkas, there was a rather pretty, dark-haired woman in scaled armor inside, looking through something in a chest. Perhaps he'd speak to her later, when he had time.

"The quarters are up here. Just pick a bed and fall in it when you're tired. Tilma will keep the place clean. She always has. All right, so here you are. Looks like the others are eager to meet you. Come to me, Asher, or Aela if you're looking for work. Once you've made a bit of a name for yourself, Skjor and Vilkas might have things for you to do. Good luck. Welcome to the Companions," said Farkas.

Jon had his own house in Whiterun, but he might sleep here occasionally. So he thanked Farkas for that.

"By the way, if you're looking for something to do, come upstairs and I'll give you more specifics. You won't be doing the work for me, as well as for Asher, Aela, Skjor, and Vilkas, alone. You'll be accompanied by one of the Companions. Come with him to me. He'll be your brother or sister shield bearer while the work is being done. You'll support each other, and once the work is done, you'll split the money equally," Farkas said, before leaving.

Jon thought about it, and he might actually do something for the Companions to show them his worth. As for choosing someone to do the work with him, he thought about that rather beautiful woman who was with him in the Companions' dormitory. Maybe she'd agree to work for Farkas with him.

"Hey, I heard someone new has joined the Companions. I was their newest member until you joined. Which means I can show you how things work here!" said the dark-haired woman who, unexpectedly for Jon, approached him and greeted him.

Jon looked at her and had to admit she was a sight to behold. The woman had a pretty face, a mouth made for smiles and kisses, soft brown eyes like a doe's, and long, raven-black hair, which she tied in a braid that fell down her left side.

The warrior wore scale armor with a plunging neckline that exposed the tops of her full breasts, which were adorned with the gold necklace she wore. Jon smiled, his gaze lingering a little too long on her cleavage, but the woman didn't seem to mind, considering she blushed slightly when she saw Jon's handsome face. But she quickly regained her composure.

"I love you, you're a handsome man indeed. And those purple eyes! I'll have to get to know you better. Much... closer," she murmured the last word, but it didn't escape Jon. Oh, he certainly must have gotten to know her much better.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Jon Snow, and I just joined the Companions," Jon said.

"Damn! So you're the Dragonborn everyone talks about in Whiterun. I hope you'll train with me and take me on missions as your Shield Sister. I think you helped us with the giant at the nearby farm," the woman said cheerfully. "Oh, but I almost forgot. I didn't introduce myself to you. My name is Ria."

"Since you mentioned it, Farkas has a task for me and told me to take another Companion with me as my Shield Brother or Sister. Perhaps you'd like to join me, Ria?" Jon asked.

"Of course! I'll be able to prove myself and get to know you better, Jon Snow, my future Shield Brother," Ria replied, smiling at Jon. He liked that smile.

Jon then went upstairs with Ria, where some of the Companions were sitting at a table in the great hall of Jorrvaskr. Jon saw Asher challenged by Torvar to a drinking contest and Athis cheering on the Nord, while Njada arm-wrestled Aela herself.

Vilkas spoke in a hushed voice with Skjor, while Farkas sipped his beer. Across from him sat an elderly man with white hair and brown skin. Unlike the Companions, he was dressed in rather rich attire, not armor. Jon couldn't see Kodlak anywhere.

"Who is that man?" Jon asked Ria.

"He's Vignar Gray-Mane, patron of the Gray-Mane clan and brother of Eorlund," Ria explained. "He was once a Companion, and though he no longer takes on commissions due to his age, he remains an honorary member of the Companions and lives in Jorrvaskr with his servant, Brill."

"I don't see Kodlak anywhere," Jon said, looking around the great hall.

Ria shrugged, but a hint of concern appeared in her eyes.

"Harbinger hasn't been eating with the other Companions much lately. I think something's troubling him, but what it is, I don't know. Maybe the other members of the Circle know something about it," Ria said.

Jon walked with Ria over to Farkas, who set down his mug when he saw them.

"Ah, Jon, I see you've already chosen your companion for the task. Good, Ria was the newest member of the Companions before you joined us. It will do you good to have her cover together during this task. But let's get down to business. Jarl Falkreth has approached the Companions about a necromancer who has taken over an abandoned watchtower and is terrorizing the locals. His men can't handle this threat, so he has approached us. Kill the bastard and bring back his head as evidence, and you'll get the money. Will you take on this task then?" said Farkas.

"Of course you will, Farkas. I'll take on this necromancer with Ria," Jon replied.

"The necromancer is already dead, Farkas," Ria assured, determination in her voice.

"Right, I'll mark the location of this tower on your map. Good luck, and may Ysgramor watch over you," said Farkas, and Jon handed him a map of Skyrim.

Farkas marked the location of the tower and handed the map to Jon, who returned it to Ria.

"It's quite a way, so let's go on horseback, Ria," said Jon.

"But unfortunately, I don't have a horse," Ria replied.

"Then you'll come with me. I can't let a lovely girl like you follow me on foot," Jon said, and Ria blushed slightly, which didn't escape Jon's notice.

After leaving Jorrvaskr, Jon and Ria headed for the Whiterun stables outside the city. After quickly crossing the market, the street, and through the gate, they quickly reached the stables, where Jon's mare was waiting, who snorted happily at the sight of him.

"Hello, little girl. We're going on an adventure," Jon said, stroking his mare's neck.

He quickly put on her saddle and bridle and led Winter outside. Jon swung into the saddle and looked at Ria.

"Need help getting on your horse?" he asked.

"Come on, I can handle this myself," Ria replied, and a moment later she was in the saddle right behind Jon, hugging him and pressing her body against his.

"I hope you don't mind me holding you like this. It makes sure I don't fall off my horse," Ria said in his ear, and Jon felt her breasts press against his back. His hardening cock didn't help matters either.

"What kind of Brother Shield would I be if he let my Sister Shield fall off her horse?" Jon replied, and he had the impression that Ria smiled, even though he couldn't see her face.

They traveled by road because it was the fastest way to reach their destination, not the wild wastes, vast, rugged forests, and towering mountains that were plentiful in Skyrim. They passed Meads, farms, and orchards lining the road; The land surrounding Whiterun was fertile and rich, so there was no shortage of farmers, fruit growers, shepherds, and mead makers. Jon and Ria passed a few guards patrolling the surrounding lands as usual. They greeted Jon as the well-known Thane of Whiterun and Dragonborn, and Jon nodded.

Then they turned left onto a road that climbed higher and higher, with towering mountains visible in the distance. Below the mountain, the road twisted like a snake, then followed the river until they finally crossed a bridge, reaching Riverwood, which lay in the shadow of the towering mountains.

Jon knew that Delphine was waiting for him at the Sleeping Giant Inn with a plan to reach the Thalmor Embassy and find out what the elves knew about the dragons' return, but Jon himself wasn't entirely convinced of this plan.

He didn't think the Thalmor knew anything about the dragons' return, considering that the great dragon called Alduin had resurrected one of his kin before their very eyes, one who would have gladly killed Jon if he hadn't managed to kill him. The real mystery remained: where had this Alduin been all these years, and why had he only just reappeared? Jon didn't think he'd find out soon, if ever.

In any case, they hurried past Riverwood, continuing their journey. They rode alongside the babbling river on their left, with a vast forest of spruce, pine, fir, and the like to their right, from which the howling of wolves often echoed. As the road began to rise, Jon and Ria passed the familiar Guardian Stones, where he had once passed with Hadvar many weeks earlier.

These were the Warrior Stone, the Mage Stone, and the Thief Stone. Jon chose the Warrior Stone, which Hadvar approved of.

"Warrior, good! I knew you shouldn't have been on that cart the minute I laid eyes on you," Hadvar told him then.

Honestly, Jon quite liked Hadvar, as he was one of the few who believed he was innocent and helped him escape Helgen when Alduin arrived, unleashing a veritable massacre. Hadvar urged him to join the Imperial Legion to help the Empire end the civil war in Skyrim. Jon, however, wasn't particularly keen; after all, this wasn't his world or his war. He had other things to worry about besides the Empire and the Stormcloaks fighting over Skyrim.

"The Guardian Stones! I've heard a lot about them. Apparently, similar stones are scattered throughout Skyrim," Ria said, still hugging Jon, not that he minded.

"I've heard about it. Maybe someday I'll find them all. However, I know the locations of the Lover's Stone and the Shadow Stone thanks to the Skyrim Guide, so maybe someday I'll see them with my own eyes. I'll have to find the others on my own," Jon said.

"Sounds like an adventure. If you want to do something like that, you can count on me and my fighting arm, Jon Snow. I can be of more service to you than you might imagine," Ria said, her last words sounding rather flirtatious.

Jon suspected he was attracted to the young warrior, not that the feeling wasn't mutual, as he was drawn to her as well.

"If I organize such an expedition, you'll be high on the list of people I'll take with me," he said, which amused Ria.

When they reached the very top, where the road forked into two more paths, one leading to the ruined Helgen and the other to Falkreath, Jon naturally chose the latter. Here, the road meandered gently before descending to run alongside a large lake.

As Jon and Ria reached the point where the road descended between high rocks, a large troll suddenly leaped from the trees and rocks, roaring like a wild beast. Jon barely managed to control Winter so she wouldn't throw him and Ria off her back.

"We have to kill the damn troll," Ria said, leaping from Winter's back. She then drew her sword and shield, attacking the troll.

Jon saw Ria block the troll's aggressive attacks, but she had no way to attack him herself. Jon jumped off Winter conjured a fireball, and hurled it at the troll, who burst into flames, screaming loudly.

Then, with a single, well-aimed blow, Ria severed the creature's head, sending its burning body tumbling to the ground.

"Thanks, Jon. I'd be in trouble without you. She couldn't land a single blow while that troll was constantly attacking me. I see you know your magic," Ria said, sheathing her sword and slinging her shield over her back.

"You're my Shield Sister now, after all, Ria. I wouldn't leave you without help," Jon replied, and Ria approached and kissed him on the cheek.

"Not only handsome, but also sweet. I really need to get to know you better," Ria said, and she casually pressed her hand against Jon's crotch. "I'm sure little Jon wants to get to know me better."

"I can tell you, he's not so little after all," Jon replied jokingly.

They quickly mounted Winter and set off. For the next few hours, their journey was uneventful, save for a few wolves that emerged from the forest and a lone, running skeleton that descended from the rocks. When they finally reached another crossroads, where one road continued to Falkreth and the other headed northwest to Rorikstead, Jon spotted a solitary tower perched on a hill, only partially obscured by the surrounding trees.

Jon led his horse along the road heading northwest, where he soon spotted a path leading toward the tower in a roundabout manner.

"Ria, let's leave my horse here and continue on foot. If we're lucky, we'll catch the necromancer off guard, but if not, so be it. Either way, he won't escape or defeat us," Jon said.

Ria smiled at this.

"The necromancer won't know what hit him," the warrior said.

Jon and Ria sneaked into the tower, where two skeletons stood before the entrance. Both wielded steel axes, their empty eye sockets scanning for any threat that might come their master, ending it simply—a blow to the head with an axe and then carrying the corpse back to their master for his own use.

"This is definitely a necromancer's lair. They love using reanimated skeletons and draugr to protect their lairs," Ria muttered.

"I'll quietly dispatch those guards, and then we'll enter the tower and deal with the necromancers," Jon said, conjuring fireballs in one hand and an ice spike in the other.

"Then do the honors, Jon," Ria replied.

Jon hurled fireballs and an ice spike at the skeletons' heads, which shattered into pieces. The skeletons weren't particularly challenging opponents. He and Ria entered the tower, but there was no one inside, though a wide, stone staircase led upstairs.

They climbed the stairs to the top, where the necromancer, a dark elf in black robes, was conjuring something on an enchantment table. When he saw them, he smiled slyly.

"Well, Well, Well. You've taken out my guards. Well, you'll replace them once I kill you," the necromancer said with a satisfied smirk.

Jon drew his sword and twirled it. He glared at the necromancer.

"If anyone kills anyone, we'll kill you. That's the end of your terrorizing the unfortunate citizens of Falkreath. I, Jon Snow, member of the Companions and Dragonborn, hereby sentence you to death in the name of the good people of Skyrim. Any last words?" Jon said.

The necromancer laughed at that. It was a nasty, cackling laugh. "That you're the Dragonborn, who's been the talk of Skyrim lately? Jokes aside! Now I'll let my Frost Atronach deal with you, and when he's finished, I'll revive you to protect me from intruders," the necromancer replied, casting a spell.

A purple light appeared before Jon and Ria's eyes, and after it vanished, a large creature made entirely of ice emerged, devoid of eyes and any facial features. It had powerful arms, one sharpened to a point, the other rounded like a mace or hammer. With heavy steps, it advanced toward Jon and Ria.

"Ria, deal with that ice creature while I deal with the necromancer," Jon said, and Ria nodded. The woman charged at the Frost Atronach with sword and shield.

"Show me what you can do, ice freak," Ria said, blocking the Atronach's attacks with her shield.

Jon looked at the necromancer, who was mocking him.

"You want to challenge me, huh, boy? You have no chance against me. I'll burn you, and what's left of your corpse I'll use in my experiments," the necromancer said, flames appearing on his fingers.

Jon decided to use one of his new Shouts, which he had mastered. Wielding his sword, he moved toward the necromancer, who raised his hands to hurl fireballs at Jon.

"TIID!" Jon shouted, and time seemed to slow down. No, it really did. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. The Frost Atronach struck Ria's shield very slowly, and the necromancer slowly raised his hands. Jon ran to him because, although the effect of this Shout also affected him, it was to a much lesser extent than it did everything else.

Jon saw the necromancer's surprise and terror as he reached him, and as Jon's sword descended upon his neck, fear slowly revealed itself on his face, which cut as if severed by a knife as the necromancer's head slowly fell to the ground.

And when the effect of the Shout wore off, his head instantly found itself on the ground, rolling for a moment, and the necromancer's body fell unconscious to the floor, momentarily trembling in death throes.

Jon looked at Ria and saw that the Frost Atronach had simply vanished. The warrior stared at Jon with wide eyes.

"Gods. How did you… do that? One moment you were standing there, and the next you were cutting off that necromancer's head. And that Atronach disappeared, probably because of the death of its master," Ria said, approaching Jon.

"I used one of the Shouts I learned a while ago that slows time," Jon replied, then lifted the necromancer's head. "Let's go back to Jorrvaskr and show Farkas the necromancer's head. We'll split the gold fairly for this commission."

"And we'll each drink a mug of the finest ale in all of Skyrim," Ria added, and Jon agreed. He himself fancied a mug of the finest Whiterun ale.

They returned to Winter, who stood tied to a tree and whinnied in sympathy at the sight of Jon. Jon took an apple from his pouch, split it in half with his dagger, and gave one half to his mare. He placed the necromancer's head in the other pouch.

Jon had previously burned the rest of the necromancer's corpse, and he and Ria had found a pouch of gold, a few potions, and a few soulstones in one of the chests. Jon jumped onto his mare and Ria got behind him, hugging him around the waist to keep from falling off the horse as she always claimed.

They were heading back to Whiterun, but before they even reached Riverwood, the sun was setting below the horizon. Jon decided it would be best to set up camp somewhere and stay the night before heading to Whiterun the next day. And Ria agreed.

They set up camp near the lakeside road. Jon pitched his tent and fed Winter, while Ria skillfully built a fire. He shared his meager supplies, and Jon found a bottle of ale in his saddlebags, which he'd bought at the Bannered Mare some time ago and completely forgotten about. He shared it with Ria, who, after a few strong sips, became quite talkative.

"I'm curious what made you join the Companions, Ria?" Jon asked, sitting with his legs spread before the fire.

Ria, who was sitting next to Jon, her hand straying to his knee, eagerly revealed why she'd joined the Companions.

"Are you kidding? I've wanted to be with them since I was a little girl. Haven't you heard the stories of Kodlak and Skjor fighting off the hundred-and-one Orc berserkers? Skjor says it was more like forty, but he's just being modest. Where else would I want to be but here? Learning with them, fighting at their sides," Ria replied.

"So you quite admire them, Ria," Jon said.

"And why did you decide to join the Companions? Do you want to train alongside such great warriors? To gain fame, recognition, or perhaps wealth? Or perhaps you're attracted to one of the women fighting for the Companions?" Ria asked, and Jon felt her hand close to his crotch. His imagination flashed with the image of Ria sucking his cock, which didn't help Jon maintain a straight face.

"It's hard for me to say for sure, Ria. Maybe it's all one thing, or maybe it's just one thing. Although I'm not lacking in fame, considering I'm the Dragonborn, and as for the women of the Companions...well, I admit that Aela and you caught my eye," Jon replied.

"Probably especially Aela the Huntress, as they call her. Her red hair catches the eye of every man," Ria said jokingly.

"Has any of the men serving the Companions caught your eye?" Jon asked unexpectedly (even to himself). "Because from what I can tell, you seem very eager to get into my pants, Ria."

Ria blushed at this, but didn't remove her hand from Jon's knee. She merely moved closer to him, her breasts pressing against Jon's shoulder.

"I admit I've thought about you a lot since I first saw you at Pelagia Farm, where you knocked out that giant. I've never met a man with such haunted purple eyes, let alone such a handsome face. But I didn't think you'd even join the Companions. I was very happy about that, especially when you agreed to take me on your first expedition for the Companions," Ria revealed.

"I won't say I don't like you, because that would be a lie. I admit I'd more than gladly sleep with you, but I doubt the Companions would tolerate warriors who are supposed to support each other in battle sleeping together," Jon said, but Ria laughed.

"Oh, Jon, I forgot you're quite new to the Companions. They have absolutely nothing against any romantic or erotic relationships between Companions, as long as it doesn't interfere with their duties. I can tell you that Torvar and Athis sleep together and often work together on various assignments for the Companions, and there's similar talk about Skjor and Aela, though in that case it's just unconfirmed rumor. It might not even be true. So absolutely no one would have a problem with us sleeping together," Ria replied, then sat on Jon's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

Jon gave in, kissing Ria passionately, pushing his tongue into her mouth, which fought a fierce duel with his. He embraced her, holding her tightly, and his cock grew painfully hard, rubbing against Ria's ass. Not to mention her breasts pressing against Jon's. He felt her nipples grow as hard as his cock. Finally, however, Ria pulled away from Jon, smiling at him, her cheeks flushed.

"So, do you want to sleep with me, my Shield Brother? Show me how to use that sword you hold between your legs?" Ria asked.

Jon smiled at this. He would be happy to show Ria what he could do.

"I would be very happy to show my Shield Sister how to use her personal sword," Jon said, and soon enough, he and Ria found each other in their tent.

Ria quickly freed Jon from his pants, and his huge cock sprang out right in the face of the surprised warrior, who certainly hadn't expected it to be so large.

"Good gods, you must have the blood of giants with that kind of equipment! It's not a sword, but a great, two-handed sword. I don't know if it will fit, but I'd love to play with such a magnificent sword, my Shieldbrother," Ria said. "Now I see you weren't kidding back then about it not being so small."

Jon watched Ria wrap her hands around his huge cock, then lean down and take it in her mouth. Jon moaned, enjoying the feeling of her mouth on his penis. He watched her gaze widen, her warm brown eyes fixed on him as she sucked his cock. And in those eyes, he saw her desire for him, and he loved it.

"My Shield Sister knows how to use those sweet lips on my sword," Jon said. "Oh, yes. I guess I'll have to take you on more Companion assignments."

Ria looked pleased with what she heard, as she suddenly sped up her sucking on Jon's cock, and all he could do was moan at that. He was tempted to grab her hair and roughly fuck her face, but he refrained. He would respect his Shield Sister and let her have her way. And it was clear she was eager for Jon's cock, and he never said no to a beautiful woman.

He watched as she sucked his cock with devotion and pleasure, her slender hands caressing his cock, and when one of her hands squeezed his large balls, Jon groaned loudly.

"Oh, you've been dreaming about me and my cock for ages, haven't you, Ria? Admit it, you've been masturbating at night, imagining me filling your tight pussy with my cock and destroying you for other men. Only I can fuck that sweet pussy until you're a moaning wreck of pleasure," Jon said, and Ria took half of his cock before she started gagging.

He knew she'd need much more time to get used to the size of his penis. And they'd have plenty of time to do so while they were taking on the Companions' assignments. After all, Ria was his favorite Shield Sister. From time to time, he'd take on these assignments with other Companions, but Ria would be his favorite.

Jon watched as Ria sucked his cock with such fervor, feeling her nimble tongue slide along the long shaft of his cock, making him moan. If she kept this up, he'd come soon, and it was clear she wouldn't stop until she made him come. She'd finally give him what he wanted: his seed down her throat.

"Shit, I'm about to come, Ria," Jon moaned, which only encouraged his lover to suck his cock even harder. Finally, Jon came loudly, filling Ria's throat with his seed. It took a while before he finished and withdrew his cock from her mouth. He was still quite hard; after all, one blowjob wasn't enough for Jon to be unable to stop fucking Ria.

"I see you're still hard, Jon Snow. I'd love to see you fuck with that great, two-handed sword, my Shield Brother," Ria said, and stripped off her clothes, removing her scale armor and the clothing she wore underneath.

At the sight of her naked body, Jon's erection returned, and his mouth went dry, which Ria smiled flirtatiously at.

"I see you're already quite hard, Jon. So come on, let me ride your cock before you pin me down and fuck me with that great, two-handed sword of yours," Ria said.

Jon stripped completely, then lay down, and Ria sat on his lap, slowly mounting his massive cock.

"Akatosh! This cock is going to blow my poor pussy apart," Ria moaned.

"But I think you're enjoying it," Jon said.

"Absolutely. I'll enjoy this great sword in every way. It's much better than fingers," Ria said, then began bouncing on Jon's cock.

Mesmerized, Jon stared at Ria's bouncing breasts, who closed her eyes, moaning loudly and enjoying his magnificent cock. Jon leaned down to the woman's large breasts and took one of her small, dark nipples into his mouth.

"Oh gods! Keep doing that, Jon, and maybe I'll let you fuck me in the ass," Ria said, or rather moaned, which only encouraged Jon even more.

So he sucked long and hard, first the right nipple, then the left, while Ria passionately rode his cock, her hips repeatedly slamming against the Dragonborn's crotch. Ria's loud moans testified that Jon was driving her to the heights of pleasure with his tongue and cock.

"Fuck, if I'd known you were such a stud, I would have found you sooner and dragged you to a secluded spot so you could fuck my brains out with that horse-sized cock of yours," Ria gasped as Jon captured her lips with his.

"Now you can enjoy yourself while we take care of business for the Companions, Ria," Jon said, and the woman smiled cheekily.

"Oh, I really like your way of thinking, Jon. I'd certainly be happy to accompany you on your Companion assignments," Ria said, finally managing to free her mouth from Jon's.

"And I'll brain you out with my cock as soon as we're done killing enemies," Jon said, kissing Ria's neck and collarbone fervently. He bit her lightly, eliciting a loud moan from the beautiful, dark-haired warrior.

"I would have put you in bed myself if you hadn't dragged me and fucked me with that magnificent two-handed sword of yours, Jon Snow," Ria said, throwing her arms around Jon's back.

Jon then rolled Ria onto her back, fucking her hard and rough. She writhed and moaned, raking her back with her nails. "I'm going to want you in every way possible, Ria. I'm going to fuck you from behind like a wolf bitch, I'm going to let you ride me like a fierce stallion, I'm going to pound your pussy until you can't think about anything else, you're going to wrap that gorgeous pair of tits around my cock until I cum all over them and your face, and finally, I'm going to fuck your beautiful face until I cum down your throat," Jon moaned as Ria's slender, long legs wrapped around his waist.

"Oh yes, do it all, Jon! Use me with that big, two-handed sword of yours until I can't think about anything else!" Ria cried, and Jon adjusted the angle of his cock against the woman's pussy, accidentally hitting her most sensitive spot.

"Fuck, fuck, Jon! Fuck me right there, it feels like she's in Sovngarde! Don't stop, Jon!" Ria cried, and Jon complied with the beautiful warrior's wish.

With the amount of noise they made during their passionate lovemaking, they were sure to scare away the wild animals from all over the area, not that Jon cared at all. He simply loved fucking beautiful women and making them crave more and more. Jon was fucking Ria's most sensitive spot, making her moan incessantly, looking like a whimpering wreck of pleasure.

Ria must have come several times, judging by the way she moaned and her eyes rolled back in pleasure. Finally, Jon felt himself coming, and with a loud groan, he ejaculated deep inside Ria's pussy, until he finally pulled his cock out and collapsed beside her. Ria, Jon could see, was breathing heavily, her beautiful face flushed from the exertion.

"Ria, how about I work your pussy while you use your mouth and tits on my cock?" Jon asked, and Ria looked surprised.

"Would you do that? I know a lot of men don't like to eat their women's pussies, preferring to have their cock sucked before they fuck her," Ria said.

"I'm not like most men, Ria. I'm not a selfish man, and I care about the pleasure of my lovers. Maybe that's why most of them are so eager to return to my bed," Jon replied.

"You make me want to come back to your bed even more, Jon Snow," Ria said, then sat on Jon's face, giving him a good view and access to her pussy, covered in dark hair.

He began to lick and suck Ria's pussy, feeling her round breasts wrap around his massive cock, then feeling Ria's warm mouth on it. Jon reached for his best to show the beautiful Ria that he wouldn't regret jumping into his bed. And judging by Ria's muffled moans as she sucked Jon's massive cock,

Her pussy tasted completely different from Lydia's, Jenassa's, or Delphine's, though he couldn't remember whether he'd been licking the beautiful Breton's pussy or not. Surely every woman's pussy tasted different. He loved the feel of Ria's soft breasts against his massive cock, her lips and nimble tongue knowing exactly how to pleasure Jon.

And when Jon hit the same sensitive spot he'd used with his cock earlier, Ria released his cock for a moment and cried out loudly.

"Gods, that was so good it was unbelievable!" Ria said, then went back to sucking Jon's cock.

Jon continued to pleasure Ria with his mouth until they both came almost simultaneously. Jon ejaculated in the dark-haired warrior's mouth again, and Ria came on Jon's face. A moment later, Ria lay beside Jon, smiling charmingly.

"It wasn't just the large, two-handed sword in his pants, but the tongue that brought me to orgasm. You truly are a skilled warrior, Jon," Ria said, touching the Dragonborn's cheek.

"Do you still have the strength, Ria? I'd love to explore other positions, my Shield Sister," Jon said, and Ria giggled at this.

"I'll find the strength for that, my Shield Brother," Ria replied, and they returned to their pleasurable, carnal activities. When they finished, Ria fell asleep in Jon's arms, who wrapped his arm around her, smiling. Though he had previously had some doubts about joining the Companions, they were now completely gone. With these thoughts, Jon fell asleep, and in his dreams, he was a great white wolf fighting men with swords forged of silver. If only he had known then that he was dreaming of the future...

Asher Forrester, member of the Circle of Companions