Captain Aldis
“How many dragons have you slain?” Aldis couldn’t help but ask the Dragonborn herself, now that he was surprised to have her undivided attention.
“I honestly lost track,” Sonin laughed softly, “I focus more on the advanced age of the dragon and skills than the number now.”
“And that dragon you summoned?” He questioned.
“Sildu. A very young blood dragon. He and most of his relatives started following me after my battle with Alduin. A lot of dragons heard of the clash,” she explained after another sip of wine, “Dragons follow the one with the strongest thu’um, dovah or dovahkiin. I challenged Alduin enough that many of his followers started following me. It was...surprising the first time one flew to me to pledge loyalty.”
“How do you keep track of them all?” He looked to her with wide eyes, feeling an overwhelming heat in his loins the longer he spoke to her.
“I have a little book now to keep track of everyone’s names. Thankfully their individual shouts are also just their names,” Sonin chuckled, “Divines know I’d never remember them all.”
“You are an amazing woman, Dragonborn,” Aldis spoke after a momentary pause.
“Amazing, is it?” She replied with an arched brow, “I think I preferred when I wasn’t.”
“I am sure there are a number of better words to describe you,” Aldis offered an extended palm, “I just lack the vocabulary to best use.”
Sonin was curious, letting her hand fall in his. He brought it to his lips, giving her a soft kiss on her knuckles. Sonin felt warmed by more than her alcohol. Aldis watched her, meeting her hazel eyes with his deep brown ones. At the lack of insult on her face he felt emboldened. Slowly he kissed her individual fingers while keeping his gaze locked on hers.
“My,” Sonin smirked but didn’t stop him, “Quite bold aren’t you?”
“A true Nord is not afraid to show his interest,” he replied, keeping a hold of her hand and kissing her inner wrists, “Does this offend you, my lady?”
“My lady now?” Sonin giggled softly as his beard tickled the more sensitive skin of her arm, “No. I find myself enjoying the company of men who see themselves as true Nords.”
“Is that so?” Aldis smirked and stood while keeping a soft grasp on her hand, “Maybe the wine has made me too bold…” he paused and looked away before meeting her direct gaze again, “May I be as bold as to ask for you to join me in my quarters tonight?”
“You may,” Sonin stood and let herself be led gently as though she may break at too hard a tug, “Although you may find yourself late to your men’s training in the morning.”
Aldis laughed heartily, “I will hold you to that, my lady.”
Sonin couldn’t help the wide smile on her face as Aldis locked the door to his small, private quarters. He was so gentle with her, even though he just saw her summon and speak to a dragon like it was her pet kitten. He cupped her cheek with one hand and held her by the back of the neck with the other. Tenderly, he kissed both her lips. He flicked out his tongue to ask permission for entrance. Sonin granted it, deepening their kiss and greedily searching his mouth. He tasted of tart wine and sweet meats.
Aldis walked them back slowly toward his cozy bed in the corner. He sat down on the edge and guided Sonin into his lap. His lips never left hers until she was settled in his lap. He moved his mouth to her neck, nipping at the skin there before biting into her collarbone.
“Aldis~” Sonin moaned as his hands squeezed her ass and lower back.
“Your voice is sweet like juniper berries,” he all but groaned and adjusted his hips so his sizable erection pressed into her.
“My fruit is ripe for the picking,” Sonin shamelessly flirted.
“Mmmm,” he quickly ran his hands under her tunic and to her breasts, massaging them and keeping his mouth buried in her neck, “I wonder if you taste like them too.” He all but growled the thought.
Sonin had an idea, seductively moving her hand into her own leather pants and dipping into herself. She moaned a bit at the contact, making Aldis’ eyes grow black with lust. Finger now coated in her own juice, she brought it to her own lips and suckled the digit. Aldis couldn’t take the sight, roughly flipping her onto the bed and nearly ripping her pants off of her.
Sonin laughed as she pulled her finger out of her mouth with a pop, “More like snowberries, I’m afraid.”
“I love snowberries,” he said with a grunt and pulled her underwear off.
Sonin’s head hit the back of his straw pillow as his head dipped to her nether lips. He assaulted her with his tongue, demanding entrance and making her quiver. Her hands found his hair and tangled the neat locks. Their wet sounds filled the mostly empty room, Sonin cuming in his open mouth. Aldis raised himself up on his arms, stroking her shaking thighs. She could see where she glistened on his beard.
“Divines,” he crawled back up to take her lips in his again.
“Forget them,” Sonin cupped his face and nipped his lower lip, “Worship me tonight.”
“Dibella sent you to me today,” his face lit up.
“That so?” Sonin smirked and arched her hips upward to force his leaking tip into her entrance. Aldis grunted and thrusted down to fill her halfway. “Let’s see if I make her proud.”
Sonin set the pace, wrapping her shapely legs around his waist and pulling him down on her. She rolled her hips expertly, Aldis taking an iron grip to her hips to keep the pace. Before long they were both covered in sweat. Sonin scratched at his broad back, understanding yet again why her mother fell for a Nord.
“Where?” He questioned with eyes shut tight in his attempt to hold back his own undoing.
“Wait,” Sonin pulled back so that he fell out, but before Aldis could protest she was on him with her mouth.
Her hands, warmed by her fire magic, stroked him as her tongue licked around his head. Aldis stood himself up on his knees to watch as she stuck her tongue out to prepare for him. Her eyes locked on his and he could swear his soul left his body as he came all over her face. Most landed on her outstretched tongue, but some painted between her eyes and on her exposed breasts.
“Mmmm,” Sonin swallowed his load then cast a quick cure disease spell over herself.
Aldis grabbed her a damp cloth to wipe her face. Sonin thanked him, putting her clothes back on after taking a moment to gather them. Aldis wanted to ask her to stay, but something about her body language told him not to. She seemed worlds away.
“Will I see you again?” He asked as she finished putting her shoes on.
“I will be staying in Solitude a little longer,” she admitted, “I must discuss some things with General Tullius.”
“Can I expect to have you in my bed again?” He questioned, hopeful.
“Sorry,” she saw his crushed expression, “My love life is complicated enough. It was fun though.” She turned back over her shoulder before leaving to add, “See you around Captain.”
He nodded as she left.
…
Sonin changed clothes after a quick wash up with a bucket of cold water and a clean rag. She was far from sleepy even though she knew she was tired. The strenuous activity she just had woke her up more than settled her. It felt good not to have to worry about having the Captain follow her around like the twins did. Just sex, something physical. Sonin hadn’t got to experience much of that, but now she fully intended to.
Dressed in a riding tunic, pants, and a light fur cloak, she wandered the halls of Castle Dour. She found the kitchen, taking a small amount of cheese for a late night snack. The sounds of quill on parchment and the soft, frustrated sighs could be heard ahead of her.
Curious, Sonin rounded the corner and peeked at the noise. Tullius was awake as it would seem, writing letters and furiously crumbling papers and tossing them into the hearth. Sonin approached him without a word, taking a seat at the table across from him and eating her cheese.
“Can I help you, Dragonborn?” He questioned with an irritation in his tone.
“Actually,” she glanced at all the opened but unanswered letters, “I was going to ask you the same.”
“Hmph,” he grunted, “Here I thought you’d be rushing back to Ulfric.”
“I’ll have you know,” she challenged him with a stare, “I am neutral in this war.”
“Sure you are,” he rolled his eyes, “And it wasn’t you I saw at the Thalmor Embassy.”
“I won’t hide my hatred of the Thalmor,” Sonin took and chewed another bite of cheese, “But I don’t hate the Empire.”
“Why is that?” Tullius questioned, genuinely curious.
Sonin shrugged, “My mother was a proud citizen. Do I need anything further?”
“I guess not,” he returned to the letter in front of him, “I’m afraid you won’t find me good company tonight, Dragonborn. I’m busy answering letters about the treaty you forced on us.”
“It was for the best. I’m sure you see that, even past the headache it’s caused,” Sonin looked over the older man, “and I have a name. It’s Sonin, in case you forgot. I would much prefer you use it. I’m not one for titles.”
“Says the one that’s Thane in almost every hold,” he rolled his eyes, “As you wish, Sonin.”
“I meant what I said. What can I help with, General?” Sonin smirked at his dumbfounded face.
“Nothing. You aren’t in the Legion,” he answered after a pregnant pause.
“As you wish,” Sonin took an empty tankard and filled it with water at the table, “I’m afraid you’ll just have to suffer my company. I find myself unable to sleep, yet dread leaving.”
“You are welcome to stay,” Tullius quickly added, “If you will fight for the Legion. I have great need for a warrior such as yourself.”
“No doubt,” Sonin stretched her arms above her head and caught Tullius staring at her breasts.
They enjoyed a comfortable silence about them. Sonin taking out her own journal and making some notes as Tullius answered letters. A couple hours passed before anyone spoke again.
“Wine?” Tullius stood and offered.
“Another glass wouldn’t hurt,” she took the wine from him, realizing with a smile he was only a few inches taller than her.
“Something funny, Sonin?” He questioned and looked at his own glass.
“Nothing. I fear Captain Aldis treated me to a little too much earlier,” she sighed, “but I have a hard time turning down another.”
“The Captain, eh?” He took in her form as he spoke, “He is not often impressed.”
“I believe it,” Sonin sipped her wine and kept her gaze locked on Tullius, “What about you?”
“Am I impressed with you?” He questioned.
“Aye,” Sonin nodded and finished her glass.
“Why would I disclose any feelings I have to you?” He didn’t sound angry, but he clearly didn’t trust her.
Sonin shrugged again, “Just curious. Would you care to know my thoughts on you?”
“If you must,” his tone betrayed his words, his own curiosity rolling through.
“I think you are a proud man,” Sonin looked him up and down shamelessly, “Clearly a tactician, or you wouldn’t have this role. I think, if myself and the dragons hadn’t shown, you would have won this war already.” Tullius looked at her with shock across his face, “I think you may still win this war. Ulfric is not weak, but he does not have the experience you do. I can see it in your eyes. You are weary, but you wish to end this war just as much as the bear.”
“That is certainly a lot for someone who just met me,” Tullius had the smallest hint of color in his pale cheeks.
“I didn’t survive this long without being perceptive, general,” she smirked, “I’m afraid I’ve taken up much of your time. I will retire for the night. I hope to see you again before I leave.”