Pairing(s): F!Dragonborn x The lovely ladies of Skyrim

Rating: M(Eventual adult content, crude humor, language)

Disclaimer: I don't own Skyrim nor am I affiliated with Bethesda softworks.

Summary: The dragonborn is a fearless, strong, altruistic, and benevolent individual; she has become an ideal citizen throughout all of the nine holds in Skyrim. There's just one problem; the Dovahkiin isn't romantically involved with anyone and she's practically taunting it in the faces of those who are a little more than interested in the naïve young woman who doesn't seem to be responding to their advances.

From filthy anonymous letters to intimate encounters with her fellow Thieves Guild Members and loyal housecarls, the Dovahkiin is overwhelmed with the possibilities of romance. Shenanigans with the Amulet of Mara and homemade concoctions may or may not occur…

Kinks: Voice
Implications of: DB/Jarl Leila (if you squint hard enough), DB/Mjoll the Lioness, DB/Ingun Black-Briar

"Greetings, Anuriel. I've come here to inform you that the dragon residing over Autumnwatch Tower has been appropriately dealt with and that I'm here to collect the bounty. However, there is some grave news that I must be bring forth to our fair lady of Riften." Bethany Luciana spoke eloquently in the presence of her superiors, Jarl Leila Law-Giver admired that of the dragonborn but she felt as though formalities were no longer necessary since she considered the young fierce warrior standing before her to be a trusted friend and ally. Nevertheless, Leila furrowed her brow and adjusted her comfortable position on the seat of her throne when the dragonborn announced she had some rather unpleasant news to share with her court.

"Dragonborn, whatever it may be that concerns you, I can assure you that I will do what I can with the power I wield to aid you in your noble cause. Although you do not maintain a permanent residence in Riften quite yet, you are considered a trusted friend of my people and therefore my concern for the safety of the Rift's citizens includes you. With that said, what can I do for you?" Leila asked.

The Breton spellsword was quite flattered but there was no time to celebrate; she would express her gratitude later after she dealt with the threat of a dragon looming over the city of Riften. "My lady, I will not waste your time with delicate speeches. We must evacuate the citizens of Riften immediately. As I was leaving the ruins of the Autumnwatch Tower, I noticed yet another dragon flying overhead and last I saw it was headed for Riften. I must insist that we allow the people of Riften to take refuge in the keep!" Unmid Snow-Shod, Leila's housecarl, approached the dragonborn then, drawing his sword and glanced over to Anuriel.

"This is grave news indeed. Anuriel, I believe you should start preparing that private carriage for the jarl at once. I for one am against the idea of flooding this keep with the people of Riften. My concern, as you are well aware of, is for Leila's safety. I will not allow her to fall. How do I know that there isn't somebody out there willing to jump at the chance at assassinating the Jarl amidst all the chaos?" He asked as he situated himself between the jarl's throne and from where Bethany stood. Bethany sighed. She understood his concern, it was all well and good, but the very lives of Riften's citizens were under immediate threat, what of them?

Before Leila could interject, the doors to Mistveil Keep swung open and a horrifying sound like no other invaded the keep. The walls shook with such ferocity that for a brief second, Leila feared the ceiling would collapse on top of them. She had never known terror like this; it made her uneasy. Aerin had stumbled into the keep panting, a glass dagger in hand, drenched in sweat and the sheer look of panic clearly written on his face. "Bethany, you must come at once! There's a dragon approaching the keep, Mjoll can't hold it off any longer, please you've got to help her!" Aerin cried out, his eyes pleading for an answer from the mysterious woman who retrieved Grimsever for Mjoll without wanting anything but her companionship in return. Bethany pulled out her beloved Nordic greatsword, a weapon said to be meant for the true sons and daughters of Skyrim, a two handed weapon that couldn't possibly be wielded by someone of her height and identity as a Breton.

"Aerin, tell everyone to take shelter at the Temple of Mara immediately! My voice shall herald its doom for I do not take kindly to monsters inflicting harm upon the innocent." With that said, Bethany made her way out of the keep and stepped outside to willingly face the danger that not many had the courage to do. Leila suddenly felt herself being escorted by her court wizard and loyal steward but she couldn't allow herself to run away from a fight. She was the goddamned Jarl of the Rift, she had a responsibility and turning her back on her people was something to be frowned upon. If Vignar Grey-Mane, the grumpy old bastard that he was, could trap a dragon within Dragonsreach, then she could muster up the courage to shelter her people from a dragon.

"No, this is a threat that I simply cannot ignore. Maybe the imperials will gladly cower behind the safety of their walls but are we not the true sons and daughters of Skyrim? Open the doors, we are to allow the people of my city to take refuge in our home. Unmid, you are to assist me in welcoming the terrorized citizens of Riften with open arms. I will not accept no for an answer, old friend." Leila ordered as her son Harrald approached her with a unique hunting bow that had been passed down to each first born woman of the family for generations. She would be lying to herself if she said she didn't have a personal interest in the opportunity that suddenly presented itself to her; to bear witness the true power of the legendary dragonborn for herself would be an honor she would rather soon not forget

The citizens of Riften were frightened beyond belief. There had been reports of dragons exploring the vast expanses of farmland in the Rift for quite some time now but for one to actually approach the major city of Riften despite the problems it faced on a daily basis? Would the mighty Talos preserve them all in such troubling times? They were about to find out for themselves.

Hemming Black-Briar had been watching Balimund perform his so called miracles with steel in the marketplace when he saw a rather unique shadow pass by overhead. It wasn't until he heard chaos erupt all around him that he realized what was actually going on.

"Dragon!"

"Somebody help! Somebody do something!"

"I'm getting out of here!"

Hemming felt ice cold fear quickly replace the boredom he felt earlier in the day and he immediately sought out his mother, Maven, who busied herself by exchanging unpleasant words with Mjoll the Lioness and her annoying companion over by Grelka's stand just moments ago. "Hemming, you damned fool, what are you doing? Get behind me this instant! Do you want to end up as the abominable creature's snack? You're useless to me dead!" Maven scolded, her fingers pinching his ear lobe before she pulled him over behind Balimund's forge. Relieved, Hemming knelt beside his mother as they helplessly watched the dragon terrorize the clueless citizens of Riften who were running around in circles like chickens with their heads cut off. The city's guardsmen bravely followed the dragon and attempted to take down the beast with their bows and arrows. Hemming realized something was wrong when he didn't see his sister, Ingun, amongst the crowd being rushed over to Mistveil Keep.

"Mother, please tell me you are aware of my dear sister's whereabouts. Wasn't she sharing a meal with you back at the manor before she had to return back to that dreadful Eligrim?" He asked, craning his neck to get a better view of the crowd surrounding the Jarl's keep. Maven was thought to be a cold, unfeeling bitch by those of lesser importance but they were wrong. Although Ingun had indeed strayed far from the path of politics and wealth, she was still a Black-Briar and Maven held her family above all others.

"I-I hadn't thought about it. I assumed she would have taken refuge with those filthy alchemist friends of hers! Damn it, Hemming!"

It was at that exact moment when both Hemming and Maven turned their attention towards the Bee and the Barb that they found the aforementioned Black-Briar sibling. The dragon had ceased circling overhead and decided to lower himself in order to inflict some real damage upon the people of Riften. Unfortunately, the dragon sought the most vulnerable target in the marketplace and it just so happened to be Ingun who was unarmed, alone and petrified. The alchemist had dropped her satchel and raised her arms to defend herself to the death with the few destructive spells she knew.

"Oh, gods no!" Ingun cried out, backing away from the dragon; it seemed to be sizing up his mark because she could swear on her life that she saw a brief glimpse of a smirk. She wasn't ready to die, and she certainly wasn't fond of the idea of handing over her fate to this monster! The dragon roared, making his presence well known before he readied his attack on Ingun Black-Briar.

"Ingun, get away from the dragon! Do something, don't just stand there!" Hemming.

"INGUN, NO!" Maven shouted. Her concern for her daughter's well being betrayed her usual apathetic demeanor.

Ingun's eyes fluttered shut as she felt the heat of the dragon's breath engulf her.

"WULD NAH KEST!"

The unfamiliar language of the dragons had been heard by all and just as quickly as the dragon unleashed its fury upon the fair Ingun Black-Briar, the promising threat of her demise diminished. The dragonborn clad in beautiful Nordic armor had raised a hardy steadfast ward to absorb the dragon's fire breath while she held Ingun tightly against her chest. Infuriated by the dovahkiin's interference, he accepted her challenge and focused on taking down the defiant mortal before him. Ingun could hardly believe that she was still alive when she reluctantly opened her eyes a moment later. She found two brilliant emerald eyes gazing at her, full pink lips stretching into a thin but gentle smile, revealing dimples carved on the dragonborn's cheeks.

"Shh, it's going to be okay, Ingun. You're safe with me. Allow me to carry you to safety, you must be in shock." The familiar silky voice set her loins aflame with desire. There was something about that sweet voice of Bethany's that left a profound effect on Ingun's body that she never thought possible but now was no time to reflect upon such personal matters. Ingun swallowed the word vomit threatening to spill from her lips and wrapped her arms around Bethany's broad shoulders. She was strong for a Breton woman and Ingun never fully appreciated the physical strength of mortals as she valued intellect and ambition more than anything.

"I believe this lovely lass belongs to you. Stay back, enter the keep and don't come out until I say so. This dragon is mine." Bethany said as she approached the Black-Briars. Maven immediately pulled Ingun out of the dragon slayer's grasp and scolded her as was expected but Bethany knew better; Maven loved her children despite what she may say about them. Jarl Leila, accompanied by Maul and Unmid, ushered the family into the keep as quickly as possible but the Jarl of Riften couldn't help but allow her eyes to linger on the dragonborn. Bethany caught everyone's attention when she shouted at the dragon, which left the dragon screeching in agony.

"KRII LUN AUS"

"By the gods, what kind of power is that?"

"The voice! It's the dragonborn of legend!"

Bethany took a few shots at the deadly fire breathing dragon with her glass bow, but she was temporarily deterred when the dragon flung its tail at her and sent her flying across the marketplace. "Nnngh, is that all you got? You'll die this day, dragon!" Bethany cried as she finally pulled the ebony sword strapped to her side. Mjoll had taken her place as the dragonborn's loyal companion and joined her in assaulting the dragon with her battleaxe. Between the two of them swinging their most favored weapons against the monster plaguing Skyrim with it's presence and archers attacking from range, it didn't take long for the monster to finally be slain. The dragon bellowed one final time before it gave in to the throes of death and slumped to the ground. The people of Riften couldn't believe it; it was all over just as quickly as it began due to the efforts of Bethany, the stubborn Bretonian woman who simply shrugged off the attack as if it were apart of her daily routine but as far as any of them knew, it probably was.

Mjoll lowered her battleaxe, sighing in relief before she along with the rest of Riften watched the dragonborn absorb the dragon's soul with utter fascination. Although it looked quite painful, Bethany ignored the glowing substance entering her body and walked towards the curious onlookers cautiously stepping out of the keep. Ingun was especially in awe of the dragonborn more than ever as she had never witnessed such power before nor had she expected to in her lifetime. "Well, that spoiled my appetite. Is everyone alright?" Bethany asked as she scanned the entire crowd to ensure the townsfolk were all accounted for.

"By the gods, I don't know what to say."

"You…you just took its very soul."

"It may be dead now, but where did it come from?"

Ingun hesitated before she gathered the courage to approach the smaller woman. Before she could say anything, however, Bethany reached for a satchel attached to her side and presented it to Ingun Black-Briar. "Ah, there you are Ingun! I hastened my journey to Riften as soon as I had gathered all the Nightshade I could for you. Are you okay?" The dragonborn asked with a jovial smile that certainly reminded the citizens of the Rift of Bethany's youth. Ingun was stunned. She couldn't help but cock her head to the side as she gave the Breton a once-over before she could finally find the words to express her gratitude.

"Don't mistake my tone for displeasure, dragonborn, as I am indebted to your services after what you've done here today but I am curious as to how it's possible for someone of your standing to be so…kind and selfless? You save my life from a dragon and you present to me the final ingredients I needed to replenish my master's stock without thinking of yourself? You're bruised, scarred, and bleeding yet you ask how I am faring after this ordeal? Please excuse my bluntness but if I may ask, what is it that you want?"

Bethany made a face at Ingun's carefully thought out words and for a moment, Ingun thought that she may have finally overstepped her boundaries and offended the dragonborn with her inquiries. The dragonborn traced a finger across her lips and found that her own blood had indeed been spilt in the fight. She laughed. "How curious, I didn't realize the abomination had grazed me. I hardly felt a thing! Oh…to answer your fair questions my lady, I will simplify my response as best as I can. When I first arrived here in Skyrim, it was never about what I wanted anymore and I've long ago accepted that fact. Skyrim has become my home since then and I will do whatever it takes to defend my homeland and assist the people who inhabit it to improve their lives for there is no greater reward than that." Bethany replied honestly, earning a slap of approval to her backside from Mjoll the Lioness. "Oh, my!"

In the background, Ingun could practically hear Hemming roll his eyes as Maven scoffed at the do-gooder. Although she would never truly comprehend the reasonings other woman's selfless behavior, she could at least finish expressing her appreciation towards her. Bethany sighed and removed her damaged Nordic helmet, revealing her jet black dreaded mohawk. Ingun suddenly found it harder to concentrate around the other woman. How come it took so long for Ingun Black-Briar to realize that this courageous woman before her was so unconventionally attractive? She had never been one to appreciate the valor or aesthetic appeal of others but the dragonborn made an exception. How was it that nobody else was clamoring for her affections? How in the world was she not spoken for? Ingun swallowed hard. She found herself feeling a little possessive of the dragonborn; she didn't want to share her with anyone at that very moment. She was her savior, her friend yet it didn't feel like it was enough for the talented alchemist. Ingun couldn't quite put her finger on it but there was something about Bethany Luciana that made her want to attempt to unravel the shrouded mystery that surrounded this woman.

The Breton was at a disadvantage when it came to height but her presence was overwhelming nonetheless. You could feel the warmth radiating from her sweet personality yet there was a dark power she wielded underneath that delicate exterior that could absorb a dragon's soul whenever hunger struck. She was naïve, but optimistic, selfless and courageous yet these were traits that only a chosen few would ever have the pleasure of knowing. Physically, she embodied the traits of a sinewy Hero from Sovngarde; the scars she bore told endless tales of the horrors she's survived, the war paint across her face was blessed with the blood of her fallen foes but the ferocious nature of what it all meant was contradicted by her personality. Overall, she appealed to all as a worthy mate, somebody worth fighting for and Ingun was beginning to see why the people of Skyrim were so taken with the dragonborn. It was at that moment in time that Ingun decided to pursue the elusive Champion of Skyrim. Nothing would honor her family name more than to align herself with the Dovahkiin.

"That was quite the spectacle, my amicable champion. I am honored by your presence in my city. I bid thee to join us for a feasting tonight at the keep to celebrate your well earned victory today. " Jarl Leila's voice broke Ingun out of her reverie and the alchemist was annoyed by the interruption. Bethany, of course, was not bothered and welcomed the lousy Jarl's input.

"You flatter me with pretty words I do not deserve to hear, my lady. I simply do what I must until I am beckoned to join the heroes of old in Sovngarde. While I appreciate the invitation, I have priorities in Solitude to tend to. Mjoll, saddle up the horses. We've got a long a journey ahead of us. Until next time, ladies." With that said, the dragonborn bowed her head before she turned to walk alongside Mjoll, who had the audacity to wrap an arm around Bethany's shoulders.

Jarl Leila made the mistake of making direct eye contact with Ingun Black-Briar, whose blood was boiling at this point due to the fact that she never got the chance to appropriately reward the Dovahkiin.

"Good to see that you're safe and sound, Ingun. Give my regards to Eligrim the next time you see him. I hope that you manage to rest easy tonight considering everything you went through today."

Ingun could only roll her eyes in response and skulked around the marketplace with her family for the rest of the afternoon. In her mind, she was coming up with a brilliant plan to lure the dragonborn away from everybody else; she was going to create a powerful love elixir that would bound the dragonborn over to the first woman she laid her eyes on. Now this was definitely an excellent time to experiment with the fresh batch of ingredients that Bethany gifted her with earlier…