Sonin's Return
“No one has seen the Dragonborn in four months since receiving her correspondence, so we can only assume the worst,” Balgruuf spoke to Ulfric.
“Aye,” Ulfric carried bags under his eyes he hadn’t had until her letter.
“I don’t see why you gathered us both Balgruuf,” Tullius sounded irritated, “I don’t even know this dragonborn.”
Balgruuf sighed, “In my letter, she spoke of an enemy to us all, the return of Alduin.”
“The world-eater,” Ulfric nearly gasped, “That’s who she was taking alone?” His tone rose, “Why did she not gather armies to aide her? How long did you know this Balgruuf?”
“I didn’t know until it was too late!” Balgruuf lost his temper, “If I had known…” there was a visible sadness in his eyes.
“I don’t follow,” Tullius replied and eyed the two Nords.
“Alduin’s return signals the end of times. Only a dragonborn can slay a dragon permanently. It seems that the last dragonborn in centuries has failed, so now we must find a plan to stop this threat. All of Tamriel is at state,” Balgruuf explained.
“So what? You want us to end this war just because a dragon killed a woman you claim is some sort of legend?” Tullius was still confused.
“She was every bit a legend as you are an idiot!” Ulfric spat at the smaller man. “With Sonin gone…”
“Aye,” Balgruuf finished, “Our only hope is to have some sort of peace so we may join forces and end this beast.”
“I don’t think a peace, even temporarily, can be made,” Ulfric glared at Tullius, “One of us will need to win and then can we piece together the army we will need. You need to pick a side, Balgruuf. Are you a true Nord or not?”
“There is no reasoning with these Stormcloaks,” Tullius added, “You see that now, don’t you?”
“Sonin would want us all to work together. She asked me to make it happen,” Balgruuf sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“If any of you actually cared about her sacrifice, you would make a temporary peace,” Vilkas spoke from his seat at the long table. The inner circle had been invited to act as neutral guards.
“Sonin never liked fighting,” Farkas agreed.
“Are we sure she’s gone?” Ulfric questioned, “Has anyone gone to High Hrongar to check?”
“Aye,” Vilkas answered, “The Greybeards never found her body.”
“Without a body we have no proof she-”
“There were burn marks,” Vilkas’ voice cracked but he continued, “Charred flesh. There wasn’t a body to be had.”
“By Talos,” Ulfric didn’t hide his disgust.
“Look, I didn’t know this Sonin character. I’m only here because Jarl Balgruuf asked to speak on the war efforts,” Tullius replied.
“You met her once,” Ulfric replied solemnly, “When your Legate put her foot on her back in Helgen.”
“Afraid I don’t remember,” he replied.
Ulfric snapped and drew his axe, “Damn you Imperials!”
Farkas jumped up along with the rest of the circle, weapons drawn, “Sonin wouldn’t want this!”
“You’re right,” Ulfric sighed and sheathed his axe, “Forgive me...I am in mourning still it seems.”
“As we all are,” Balgruuf replied, “But without her here to tell us how she feels-”
“She feels like shit. Oh, and also you are all a bunch of fucking idiots that need to grow up for the sake of the entire world,” Sonin’s voice called out from the doors of Dragonsreach.
“Sonin!” Everyone but Tullius stood.
Her shield siblings were about to rush her when she held up a hand to stop them, “I go for four months and what do I fucking see? Grown men crying and wailing instead of solving this damned problem.” She had a slight limp when she walked and, as she lowered her hood, a burn covering half her face. “Alduin has returned and I failed to stop him entirely. He is currently EATING SOULS in Sovngarde, regaining his strength.”
“You must be the Dragonborn,” Tullius spoke, “I-”
“You!” She spoke, “I expected the ‘great’ General Tullius to be more willing to come to a truce. What the fuck is wrong with you? Too busy sucking off your Thalmor overlords to think beyond the short term?”
“I don’t think-”
She interrupted again, “And you Ulfric!” She pointed at him, “Mourning? Still? Please. I expected more. You will come to a peace agreement. I bought us all some time and you all have been squandering it! Why in Oblivion did this meeting take four months?” Everyone stared at her but did not answer. “Answer me damn it!”
“I tried getting them here sooner,” Balgruuf answered after swallowing hard and shifting his growing erection.
“What did you do, huh? Write a few letters? I bet you had Proventus write them for you,” Sonin accused.
“Hey now, I did my best-”
“Did you lie? Swear loyalty to either side to get them to rush over?” She bombarded him with questions.
“No-”
“Then you could not do what I hoped you would. Thank Akatosh himself I managed to pull my ass out of Oblivion itself to come back here to you fools,” Sonin was fuming.
“Sonin-” Ulfric stood.
“No, Ulfric. I told you explicitly to hurry here. You’re the worst of them all,” She pointed at him again, her thu’um lacing her voice.
“My love,” Vilkas moved toward her with Farkas at his heel, “Why didn’t you tell us you were alive?”
Sonin sighed and let her shoulders lose their tension, “I just returned. I-I saw the Divines. All Nine of them, Vilkas. It-” she choked up, “Regardless, I’m here now with a job to do.” Vilkas tried to hug her but she held him at a distance along with his brother. “Now, men,” she stalked to the table, “We will come to peace agreements TODAY.” Her Thu’um shook them all to the core. Now Ulfric joined Balgruuf in team awkward erection.
“You can’t just command the entire Empire like that, girl,” Tullius mistakenly said.
She turned her eyes on him, “I don’t expect everything for nothing. I know what both sides want.” She took a deep breath, “Ulfric, you will give the Empire Riften.”
“Mara’s tits I-”
She held up a hand, “And in exchange, Tullius will give you Markarth.”
“I made no such-”
“Shut up!” Her thu’um made them all fall back into their chairs, “This is a fair trade. You will make it and keep your current camps, but in return you will cease all fire until I can figure out how to get to Sovngarde without dying again and kill Alduin for good.”
“Who are you to command me, gi-”
Sonin was on him in a second, her summoned blade against his throat. No one even saw her move, “Call me girl one more time old man. I have powers you can’t even begin to understand. I eat dragon souls for breakfast and can make time itself contort around me. Balgruuf will oversee the writing of this deal and you will sign it along with Ulfric.”
“I will do no such thing under threat,” Tullius met her gaze.
Sonin removed her blade, “Then I will not threaten you,” she jumped off the table and walked to where Balgruuf’s steward kept the parchment and ink. All eyes were on her slightly limping form. She stood on tip toes and grabbed a roll of paper and an inkwell. She returned to the table and handed Balgruuf the paper, “I want you to be the one to write it, as the only neutral Jarl in Skyrim.”
He nodded, his hand lingering on hers as he took the paper, “It would be my honor, Dragonborn.”
Sonin smiled softly before returning her attention to the table, “Now men, you may debate the details. The peace will be made, or I will personally summon an army of dragons down to rain fire on both sides and you will all no longer need to worry about this petty squabble for Skyrim.”
“You can’t summon a dragon army,” Tullius scoffed.
Sonin raised a brow, “Need a demonstration?”
“I do,” Ulfric agreed, still turned on but angry too.
“To the porch then,” Sonin didn’t wait for them to follow her.
Once everyone had gathered, she took a deep breath and shouted for several dragons, “Viinturuth! Vuljotnaak! Vulthuryol!”
There was silence for a few minutes and the men waited with bated breath. Just before anyone spoke, the beating of multiple wings could be heard. They all jumped back and pulled their weapons, even the circle members.
“Vulthuryol, nii los pruzah wah witnesse hi,” she spoke with thunderous volume.
“Ahrk hi, dovahkiin,” the ancient dragon perched on the porch and lowered its head to her.
To everyone’s surprise, Sonin reached her hand out and petted the beast on the head, rubbing the softer scales around his earlobes. “Is this enough proof, men?” The dragon purred, the vibrations shaking the whole building.
“Is it...purring?” Vilkas questioned.
“Oh yes, Vulthuryol and I are great friends. I grew weary of fighting them all and they of getting their souls taken. We came to an agreement,” she stopped petting the dragon, who now looked to the crowd. “Now to prove the rest of my point,” she spoke to all three dragons, “If I gave the signal, would you three gladly burn down every hold hosting either side of this civil war and return to me with their leaders’ heads?”
“Yes,” they boomed in unison.
“Perfect. You may leave now. Thank you, dears,” Sonin dismissed them. They all nodded and flew off in opposite directions. “Now, can we sign these papers?”
…
“Please Sonin,” Vilkas pleaded, “Return to the hall. We are lost without you.”
“No you’re not,” Sonin patted Vilkas’ shoulder, “I’ve heard that things have been running smoothly under your care Vil.”
“We missed you,” Farkas hugged her hard and Sonin whimpered. He quickly released her, “Love?”
“As you might have seen from my walk, or my face, I am not fully recovered. Best to avoid too much squeezing,” Sonin explained, “I broke a lot of bones in my fight and burned a large portion of my body. The healing is taking longer than I would like.”
“Can we fetch a healer?” Jarl Balgruuf asked, walking toward the trio.
“Afraid it’s past its time for that. Some things have to just take time,” Sonin sighed.
“Surely there is something in my power to do?” Balgruuf replied, drawing glances from the twins.
“Well now that you mention it,” Sonin smiled softly, “I could go for that wine.”
Balgruuf smiled in return, “I’ll send for it. I’ll await you in my quarters.”
“I will be there as soon as I see to my housecarl,” Sonin left with Vilkas and Farkas in toe.
Lydia fell to the ground when she saw Sonin, crying and holding her legs. Vigilance barked and hopped, waiting for his turn to tackle her. Lydia insisted on making food for them all and Sonin wasn’t going to turn down a chance for a nice stew.
“So Ulfric is returning to Windhelm, but Tullius is staying a bit longer,” Vilkas informed Sonin.
“Good,” She replied, “I need to speak to this Tullius. I believe he may be easier to reason with once he understands the threat.”
“Don’t let your Ulfric hear you say that,” Lydia teased.
Sonin snorted, “Hardly my Ulfric.”
“May I ask,” Vilkas started and waited for Sonin to nod her approval, “In the time you were gone, did you make a choice?”
“No,” Sonin took a deep sip of her bowl of stew, “I have decided to halt all romantic relationships until Alduin is taken care of.”
“Oh,” Farkas looked deflated.
“I still love you both,” Sonin replied, “But I need my mind clear to prepare for this battle. There are still several dragons loyal to Alduin. It is likely I will have to face many at the same time.”
“We will go with you,” Lydia replied, “Fight til the end.”
“I’m not sure if it will be possible. I have to gather more information,” Sonin stood and handed Lydia her empty bowl.
“You’re leaving?” Vilkas questioned.
“Yes. It is impolite to turn down wine with a Jarl,” Sonin answered, “Please don’t wait up for me. I will be staying in Breezehome tonight.”
“As you wish,” Vilkas sounded sad, “My room is still yours should you wish it.”
“As is mine,” Farkas added.
Sonin nodded but didn’t verbally reply, heading up toward Dragonsreach alone in the cool night air. She missed all her family, but she couldn’t let her emotions cloud her judgement right now. Thinking of them, Brynjolf, and Argis had affected her last battle. Now she would need to keep love out of the equation, even if that meant only satisfying her physical needs with strangers until Alduin’s defeat.
“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show,” Balgruuf spoke from a small but luxurious table in his quarters.
“And miss getting to spend time with my favorite Jarl?” Sonin spoke from the doorway, “Perish the thought.”
“I’m your favorite, am I?” He stood to pull out a chair for her, “Here I thought Ulfric had that honor.”
“Is that jealousy in your voice, my Jarl?” Sonin cocked her head to him as she sat down.
“Please,” he took his seat and poured them both a glass of a very expensive looking wine, “no titles here. Just Balgruuf.”
“What about nicknames?” Sonin smiled.
“Possibly,” he replied.
“You never answered my first question, Balgruuf,” he liked the way she spoke his name.
“I won’t lie,” he replied, “I heard rumors that you two were...involved.”
“These are true,” Sonin replied, “But do not think that means he holds claim over me. Now, Balgruuf, will you please answer my inquiry?”
“I find myself a little jealous,” he admitted and took a sip of wine, his eyes never leaving hers.
Sonin gave a half-smile, “Even now? With my scars and burns?”
“They can’t take away from your beauty, Sonin,” He felt emboldened to tell her how he felt.
“Good to know,” Sonin chuckled a bit, “Now, what to do with that information…”
Balgruuf raised a brow, “Blackmail me later?”
“Maybe,” she brushed his leg with her foot, “I’m sure I could find some use for you.”
“Surely you jest,” he nearly spit out his wine as her foot reached his upper thigh.
“I’ve gone four months with my needs being unattending while I healed from...well, death,” Sonin ran her foot back down his leg, “I could stand the use of an experienced man.”
“I see, and what would you have me do?” Balgruuf felt the room in his pants grow increasingly small.
“I have some achy muscles, if you know anything about getting a woman loose?” She winked and this time he choked on his drink. “You do have three childern after all, I assume you do.”
“I would be honored to serve the last Dragonborn,” he smiled and stood from his seat.
Sonin let Balgruuf lead her to the bed, “You seem to have too many layers for a massage.”
“You’re right,” Sonin stripped down to her small clothes, making Balgruuf feel like a youth again.
He was eager, his hands kneading the muscles of her shoulder blades and down her spine. Sonin made wanton moans at the sensations his expert hands brought. A pop of a joint here, a tightening there. Before long she was putty in his hands. Balgruuf was careful of the newer looking burns, rubbing her down her legs. He skipped her buttocks for now, saving those for last. Slowly he made his way back up to her plump arms, giving those a few squeezes.
“It seems I chose correctly,” Sonin all but purred.
“Is that so?” Balgruuf shifted to make his erection more comfortable without letting her feel it.
“Yes,” Sonin unexpectedly rolled over on her back, “...what? Scared to work on my front too?”
Balgruuf was speechless as she let her legs fall wide and looked up through her long lashes enticingly at him. He cleared his throat and worked on her arms again. From this angle, he could feel her breath against him. Her chest heaved with pleasure and her eyes fluttered closed. Balgruuf could cum just from that alone.
“Sonin,” Balgruuf had a dangerous edge to his voice.
“Mh,” she moaned as she opened her eyes, “Yes, my jarl?”
His cock twitched at her words, “I-,” he paused to think of the best way to speak his desires.
“You may,” she smirked, her eyes closed again.
“I may?” He was surprised yet again.
She nodded and slid herself down so that her pearl stroked his erection through their clothes. Balgruuf groaned and thrust once at the impact. He wasted no time getting undressed as the Dragonborn hummed and watched with half lidded eyes.
“You’re sure?” He questioned himself as he freed himself.
“My jarl,” she opened her eyes fully and pushed her small clothes to the side to reveal her dripping sex to him, “Please take whatever you wish. I am your Thane to command.”
He spilt pre-cum as his whole body shook at her words. Slowly he pressed himself in, not that she needed time to adjust. She was too warm and ready for him. Balgruuf rolled his hips with each stroke, wanting to make every second count. He had fantasized for this moment before he even knew she was Dragonborn, before he made her Thane.
“You are so beautiful,” he stroked her cheek as he hilted.
She smirked and opened one eye to watch him, “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Balgruuf chuckled at her comment. Even though his older joints protested the strenuous moments, he was content to ignore them at this moment. Each stroke set him on fire from head to toe. Sonin was his fountain of youth, restoring his vitality with each squeeze and soft moan.
She took him fully with each motion, the wine adding to her pleasure. Her eyes closed to take in each sensation better and to block out her own sea of worry her extensive injuries had caused her. Balgruuf was the first in months to take her and took her he did. Each breath was pulled out of her with every stroke. Each moan burning on her lips. Her fingers dug into his muscular arms, trying to encourage him to keep going.
Balgruuf didn’t want to stop, but his end was nearing. Wanting to give Sonin her own release first, he circled her clit with his thumb. She arched her back in response, her body almost vibrating as she neared her climax.
“Balgruuf,” her voice was hoarse, “please, harder.”
“As you wish,” he took in a deep breath and set himself to his fastest pace.
He wasn’t as strong a lover as the twins, but he had experience on them. Passion that was different, but good nonetheless. His movements were from a long frustration finally being cleared. Balgruuf didn’t ask where to put it, he knew where he wanted it.
Sonin met his final thrusts with her own, milking him of all his worth. He collapsed next to her, careful to avoid upsetting her injuries any further than he had. Sonin was seeing stars, already half asleep with no intention on going home. The Jarl pulled his fur pelts over them both, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close. He knew this was probably only going to happen once and wanted to make it count.