The black Wolf and the silver Lioness - Of battle, magic and elven maidens (Patreon)

Sigfrid of Solitude, North of Solitude, Haafingar province

Sigfrid lived a quiet life, a simple one, he worked as a guard in Solitude, in the service of King Torygg and then Queen Elisif, while his wife took care of the children, it was a good life, they had no luxuries, but they have food and a roof

But then, HE appeared

The maidens of the city looked at him with sighs, declaring him as an attractive man, with noble features and a strong look, dressed in his characteristic blue robe and cloaks, betraying his affinity with magic, something that in Skyrim would not do him any favors

If it weren't for his monstrous and terrifying swordsmanship

It had been only one month, since Lord Jon Snow's arrival from Daggerfall, and things in Solitude had begun to change drastically

The walls of the city were inspected and fortified, mighty towers were raised, wide and sturdy, evidently with magic

The guards, under the orders of the Winter Lord, began to train more strictly, the mediocre armor they previously wore changed and the humble iron swords gave way to long steel-tipped spears with a reinforced shield

Even the oceans were not exempt from the wolf's gaze, the nearest pirate nests on the city's shores were razed, looted and burned, fishermen and traders had free routes between Skyrim and High Rock, causing gold and silver to flow in abundance

Most of the city and province were relieved, and even glad, that someone so competent was in charge of the city

For it was evident to all that, although Queen Elisif was the "sovereign" of Solitude, the Winter Lord was the one who gave the orders

He and his beautiful and dangerous wife, the silver lioness

Siegfrid was still trembling at the memory of the last mission, the extermination of an advance camp of the traitor Ulfric and how Lady Cirilla, on her own, using her elegant sword and powerful magic, exterminated more than a hundred warriors on her own

Like it's a fucking Thursday

Today's mission was the last before securing the province, Fort Hraggstad, a place that has long been a nest of bandits and thieves

Until today

Lord Jon, riding his mighty black stallion, wearing his characteristic tunic and cloak, looked at the old but strong walls of the fort

"It is a privileged strategic site, the old Nords knew well what they were doing, when they erected such a structure," said the young mage, with evident respect in his voice

Something that made him earn even more points with the Nords of Skyrim, Lord Jon did not see them as savage or uncivilized, as the Imperials or the rest of the Bretons did

In Jon's eyes, there was respect, seeing how inhospitable the lands of Skyrim were and that the people of Ysgramor survived and flourished 

"There is a lot of resistance, at least two hundred bandits, reports indicate that wolf howls can be heard from time to time, so it would be wise to consider wild beasts," said one of the scouts, a young archer and hunter, who lived near the lighthouse

Lord Jon nodded slowly, analyzing the structure carefully

"I'll be in charge of opening the way, behind me, with the training we practiced," ordered the young man and without waiting for an answer, he began to run on his horse towards the imposing structure

Alerting the bandits, who, seeing an imposing black stallion running towards them, hastened to mount a defense

But it was too late

Siegfrid watched in amazement as a blue glow covered Jon's body, at the same time that, through some magical method, an imposing, beautiful, and terrifying armor appeared on his body, the young warrior's hands flashed with a dangerous white glow, while with a downward gesture, he summoned huge and terrifying stakes of ice,  as thick and tall as a giant, which they made their way to the entrance of the fort, shattering the heavy old iron door, as if it were paper

"Shit," murmured another of the guards

Sigfrid just shook his head and looking at the men began to command

"THE WAY IS CLEAR DOGS, LET'S FINISH OFF THOSE BANDITS ONCE AND FOR ALL, WE CAN'T LET THE WINTER LORD TAKE ALL THE GLORY, JUST BY HIMSELF!" roared the man, as he took his battle axe and ran towards the fort, eager for a fight

A loud roar of war was the response, as the soldiers began to rush towards the fort, further terrifying the bandits, who were too busy trying to escape Lord Jon's relentless assault

Who, it seemed, had summoned a fucking ice colossus and was tearing the bandits to pieces without distinction

Sigfrid took a moment to watch the lethal dance, the Winter Lord moved like the wind, holding his sword with both hands, dancing among the enemies, a lethal dance, there were no extravagant moves or stupid turns, like some imperial techniques, a slash, a death, as simple as that.

Siegfrid shook his head quickly and ordered the men

"Go down to the lower levels, look for prisoners" at the same time as he took his axe and began to fight one of the bandits who wished to escape the fury of winter

The assault lasted only a few moments, the symphony of cries and supplications flooded the freezing morning, until silence reigned again

Sigfrid sighed, his blood pumping hard, tonight he would ride his wife to exhaustion, and although the rest of the warriors were in the same situation, with warm blood and still high by the fight

Lord Jon stood impassively, staring coldly at the corpses, as if the magnificent fight of a moment ago were child's play for him.

Perhaps it was, thought Sigfrid

"This place has potential, I will see to it that the funds for its restoration are approved, assign a provisional defensive group, General Tulius should arrive any day now, and his legion will be in charge of occupying the fort," said Lord Jon, at the same time that the soldiers who descended returned, escorting several prisoners and a couple of captured enemies

Lord Jon simply looked at the captain, his silence demanding an answer

"We found them as prisoners, at least those who were still alive, at least half perished," said the soldier with obvious fury on his face

One of the bandits, an old man, imperial by his appearance, looked up arrogantly and madly

"What are you waiting for, dog? Take me to that beautiful city, I surrendered and..." However, Sigfrid looked on with surprise and disbelief, shared by the rest of the soldiers, as Lord Jon, with all the calmness in the world brandished his sword twice, cutting off two heads

"No prisoners, it would be disrespectful, for the people we had just rescued," Jon ordered, as he used his magic to heat the edge of his sword and burn the blood on it

"There is a floor left to explore, we think it is where they kept the gold and valuables, but we heard howls and grunts, we came back to take heavy shields and spears to finish off the beasts" mentioned the captain

However, Lord Jon just raised his hand and shook his head

"It won't be necessary, I'll take care of it, wait here and secure the area," he ordered and with all the calm in the world, he descended to the depths of the fort

Left alone, the soldiers began to obey the order, at the same time that they began to chat among themselves

And all the conversations were about the Winter Lord

“Did you see what he did? We would have needed a regiment three times as large to conquer this place and he did it completely alone," said one of the soldiers

"He's a formidable warrior, I understand why Queen Elisif is so accommodating to him," said a warrior maiden with obvious lust in her voice at the thought of the handsome wizard

"I hope he marries and fucks the queen, such a competent king would be a blessing," said another

And Siegfrid couldn't help but agree, it was evident that Lord Jon was someone exceptional, talented and powerful, his simple presence instilled obedience and he had the bearing of a king

However, he had one great flaw, he was still a foreigner, and even if Queen Elisif rode the Winter Lord's cock day and night, the rest of the Jarls would never approve of a foreigner becoming king of Skyrim

For a long time, they were dedicated to cleaning the fort and burning the bodies of the bandits, there were several things they could save, iron and steel that could be useful for the new forges of the city

However, the tranquility of the moment was interrupted by the intrusion of unexpected guests

A Thalmor patrol, of considerable size, at least fifty warriors and two sorcerers

Much to Siegfrid's annoyance, they entered the fort as if they were the owners of the place and a female voice spoke arrogantly

“What does this mean?” she demands with arrogance in her voice

Sigfrid, as second-in-command in Lord Jon's absence, responded dryly

"By orders of the Blue Palace we have just liberated the fort and prepared it for occupation" the tone as icy as the waters of the northern ocean was more than evident

The sorceress, apparently annoyed by the tone used by Sigfrid, frowned and replied

"I had no report on a military operation so close to the embassy, I will talk to your superior and a sanction will be imposed," said the stupid sorceress with sufficiency in her voice

"Enough," said a familiar voice, which made Sigfrid and his soldiers sigh with relief

Lord Jon was back, and he hadn't done it alone

The blue of the sorcerer's cloak shone gallantly in the sunlight, his gray eyes staring at the elves, who, it seemed, recognized him, with the exception of the young sorceress, it seemed.

"Any military action taken by Solitude must be informed and authorized by the embassy," said the young woman haughtily, at the same time that, to Siegfrid's amusement, the rest of Thalmor began to move away slowly

At the same time, Lord Jon began to walk towards the insolent elf, being followed by a fucking pack of ice wolves, escorting the sorcerer calmly and with alert eyes

“Who are you?” demanded Lord Jon, a few centimeters from the young woman, who, apparently, had lost her arrogance, being able to feel the titanic power of the man in front of her

Swallowing hard, and to Siegfrid's respect, the elf, who had to look up to see the Winter Lord's eyes, replied

"I'm Arwena, sorceress of the domain and niece of Lady Elewen," said the capricious young woman, hoping that her aunt's name would be enough to intimidate Jon

However, Sigfrid watched as Lord Jon looked at the sorceress in amusement, at the same time that, to everyone's surprise, he turned his gaze towards one of the Thalmor guards

And speaks

“Brallas, nice to see you, how is your mate?” asks calmly

The aforementioned Arwena opened her eyes in surprise, seeing how one of her aunt's oldest and most loyal guards, returned the greeting of the strange sorcerer

"Nice to see you Lord Jon, Aralla is in perfect condition, we are waiting for our first child" said the man with evident pride, while, to the surprise of Solitude's soldiers and Arwena's horror, Lord Jon high-fived Private Thalmor with all the calmness in the world

“What's wrong?” asked the sorceress with some suspicion in her voice

And the aforementioned Brallas, replied

"Lady Arwena, he is Jon Snow, the Winter Lord and close friend of Lady Elewen, your aunt" Although the words were said delicately, it was evident that the elf enjoyed the face of absolute terror in the young elf

“The... the...THE WINTER LORD? The same one who sank the Hadid fleet near the Direnni tower, the same one who ended the Red Fury and exterminated the lion termite nest on Golden Cedar Island?” who now looked at Jon with absolute terror and desire

Given this extensive list of achievements, Siegfrid was able to understand why the emperor sent Lord Jon to help the city

Modestly, Lord Jon shrugged his shoulders and replied

"I had help," while looking at Sigfrid and ordering

"We are finished, the last floor is clean, there are some weapons and some gold, divide it among the men and, when they finish and the fort is secured, spend it at pleasure," said the young Lord

Sigfrid and the boys cheered at the generous gesture, however, the Winter Lord's attention was already back on the Thalmor patrol, specifically on the not-so-arrogant sorceress, who watched around, as the Thalmor soldiers, those who normally carried haughty and arrogant looks, behaved strangely docile in the presence of the Winter Lord 

"Well, apparently, a visit to the embassy is necessary, I must inform Elewen about her niece's disappointing behavior," said the sorcerer, and it was quite clear to everyone that it was not a request

But an order

The young elf turned white, at the same time as the rest of Thalmor prepared to return to the embassy, obeying Jon's orders without hesitation

They had already learned their lesson, during those two humiliating weeks at Daggerfall, where the Winter Lord humiliated them during the day and fucked Lady Elewen at night

Without waiting for an answer, Jon mounted his horse and began to walk down the road to the embassy

Sigfrid managed to hear how the sorceress worried asked the guard in question

"Am I in trouble?" with caution in his voice

The elf warrior snorted and said

"You have no idea," and without waiting for an answer, they simply mounted their horses and followed the Winter Lord

Sigfrid just shook his head, apparently, things in Solitude would be very interesting from now on

General Tullius, Dragon’s Bridge, Haafingar

“This... it's new," said the legate Rikke in amazement, watching as the once small town of Dragon's Bridge had been transformed into a fortified bastion, while warriors in steel armor and red cloaks patrolled the walls and towering towers with some kind of catapults on them

The legion had penetrated Skyrim a couple of weeks ago, through the thick forests of Falkreath and the perilous plains of Markath, into the province of Haafingar

 As they approached and wanted to cross the bridge, they were stopped by a group of soldiers

"Stop and identify yourselves," ordered the obvious leader, his armor, unlike the rest, had red and gold details on shoulder pads and waist

The legate Rikke frowned and was about to answer sharply, but Tullius interrupted her, the men were just doing their job, after all

“General Tullius of the fifteenth imperial legion, in the service of Emperor Titus Mede II”

The captain nodded calmly at those words

"Welcome to Haafingar General, Jarl Jon said you'd come, we were waiting for you."

At those words, Tullius and Rikke looked at each other

"So, is the Winter Lord already in Skyrim?"

The captain nodded and replied

"Yes, thanks to Talos, Jarl Jon arrived and brought order to the city, food abounds, as well as trade, the soldiers are preparing and we have taken it upon ourselves to hunt down and exterminate the Stormcloak soldiers, at this moment, Jarl Jon is assaulting and taking Fort Hraggstad, as far as I know, he wants it to be the center of operations of the legion in Skyrim," said the captain proudly at the mention of the Jon's exploits

"Apparently, the Emperor's judgment was not wrong, and the Winter Lord is an excellent administrator," said Rikke, pleased by the news

Tullius simply nodded, apparently a lot had happened in Skyrim, and Haafingar wasn't as disorganized as he had feared

“Do you have any news about the war?” asked the general

The man nodded and said

"An all-out assault to the east is being planned, our Jarl wishes to attack with the ferocity of a bear and the cunning of a wolf and wrest the port of Dawnstar from the rebels, limiting their supplies and their access to the ocean, in his words, if we control the flow of the gold..."

"We control the flow of the war" replied Tullius and Rikke at the same time, quite pleased with the advances and tactical mind of the young mage

The captain said goodbye and gave way to the town, which was full of life, merchants, warriors and even children playing in the streets

"Apparently Jarl Jon has a natural gift for ruling" Rikke said approvingly, seeing the prosperity of the city

Tullius, without conviction, replied

"He's not a Jarl," though he knew his words were empty

Rikke snorted and pointing at the people, he challenged

“Tell them that”

Children playing, shouting from the rooftops that they were the Winter Lord, ruler of Solitude and that they would fight the rebels from the east and hunt bandits

Sighing, Tulius ordered

"Let the men rest, tomorrow we continue our march to Solitude, it seems, a lot happens at the same time and I have to talk to the Winter Lord."

Rikke nodded and communicated the orders

Leaving a general impressed and concerned with his thoughts

The province was thriving, the soldiers were organized, and the gold was flowing smoothly, so...

Why did Tulius have a bad feeling?

Lady Elewen, Thalmor Embassy

"We have visitors," said Darla, her second in command, with a gleam of excitement in her eyes

Elewen looked up from the reports, apparently, Solitude was having a never-before-seen business explosion and had to take advantage of the situation to her advantage

However, all thought of it left Elewen as soon as she saw her black wolf and owner of her body, enter her office, gallant and tenacious, with a cold and powerful gaze, dominating the room with only his presence

“Elewen, good to see you”

Three words, three damn words from his stupid, sensual voice that sent shivers down his crows, remembering that same voice panting and growling as she was conquered over and over again by his wolf's exquisite cock

"Jon," Elewen said, cursing himself for the much-needed tone in her voice, a tone that her dear wolf noticed

"I met an insolent elf, your niece, who was giving trouble to my soldiers, who were clearing a fort of bandits," Jon said, at the same time that Arwena entered the office with embarrassment and some fear

“Aunt I...”

However, Elewen only raised her hand, Arwena was young, only twenty years old, but she was powerful for her age, which had made her arrogant and constantly underestimating the rest of the races

Especially human ones, a mistake Elewen had learned and corrected in the past

After all, it's hard to feel superior to humans, when you were one's whore, the elf thought with amusement

"What are you doing in Skyrim my wolf?" asked Elewen, while Jon took a seat, and in a demonstration of magical mastery, used telekinesis to pour two glasses of that damn brandy

"Come here," he ordered

Arwena looked at him like he's stupid

"Who do you think you are to give orders to Lady Elewen?" however, the elf's words died in her mouth, as she saw how Elewen, without a single moment's hesitation, obeyed, like the trained bitch that was for Jon and sat on the lap of the powerful sorcerer, taking the cup and taking a sip,  at the same time that Jon began to caress the ambassador's legs

Shuddering and with difficulty, Elewen asked

“What brings you to Skyrim dear? You should have sent a message, if I had known that you were coming, I would have had a proper reception for you” said the beautiful elf, sighing at Jon's caresses, it had been too long since the last time she was taken

Darla's lips and fingers were insufficient, on the cold nights of Skyrim

"Titus Mede II hired me, find and hunt Ulfric Stormcloak, however, I arrived and Solitude was a mess, I took control of the court, I threatened a Thane, Ciri seduced a dowager queen, you know my dear, the usual"

At those words, Elewen, Darla, and Arwena looked at him in surprise

"Wait, are you the one giving the orders in Solitude? That explains many things, the unusual efficiency and competence of the operations in Haafingar could only be your doing," said Elewen, while kissing Jon's neck gently, her desire more than evident

"I'll spend the night here, although in the morning I must return to the palace, I'm preparing an offensive to take Dawnstar," Jon said, at the same time that, without any shame, he put his hand under Elewen's dress, who could only moan

"I will order a worthy banquet, and a tub in your room," said Elewen

However, Jon had other plans

"Let it be in your room, we must catch up, besides, this cunt is hungry," Jon said with amusement, while moving his fingers over the wet and needy petals of Elewen, who, without any control, began to rub against Jon's hand

"Arwena, leave us, Jon and I will be busy, we will talk about your punishment later" said the ambassador firmly and fiercely, returning for a moment to be the implacable Lady Elewen of Allinor

The young sorceress bowed her head and left the office, being followed by Darla, who simply said

"Welcome to Skyrim, my lord," with total submission, as she left the place

In response, Jon inserted three fingers into Elewen's cunt, who could only meow with desire, looking at Jon

"We'll talk later, I've just killed more than two hundred bandits dear, my cock wants a wet and tight cunt, do you know any volunteers?"  

Elewen just moaned and began kissing Jon in desperation

"Your wishes are orders, my wolf," said Elewen

"Ciri wishes for a rematch my naughty elf, something about making you faint like you did in Daggerfall and the mint candy trick" the fun in Jon's tone of voice was more than evident

Elewen blushed, but the smugness was more than evident, remembering with pleasure that last wild night and how she managed to make the silver lioness faint with pleasure

"Welcome to Skyrim, my wolf" and I kiss Jon with hunger and desire

"Tomorrow you will ride with me to the white palace, we will give a surprise to my beloved lioness, in addition to starting to plan the ambush to capture Ulfric Stormcloak," Jon ordered, at the same time holding Elewen's waist firmly and with desire

Elewen whimpered, like the simple bitch she always was to Jon and replied with a blank eye

"Your desires are orders," she moaned as she began to undress Jon, eager to feel his cock inside her

It would be a long night, for both of them