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Jon Snow, The Sea, North of Dawnstar

"Apparently, the city has fallen," said one of Solitude's soldiers, watching with satisfaction as Ulfric's banners were burned and the imperials took their place

"Be careful, if Skald had been captured, my wife would have sent a signal, so the traitor is still free, it is important to capture him to force Ulfric out of his hole" said Jon with determination

The soldiers looked at each other, until one stepped forward and spoke

"My Jarl, how do we know that the traitor Skald escaped across the ocean?" obvious doubt in his voice

A normal noble would have been offended if a simple guard questioned him, however, Jon considered it a sign of intelligence, that his soldiers were thinking beings and not useless imbeciles who only followed orders

So, calmly, Jon replied

"Our army took the city, a common practice is to send scouts overland to capture and eliminate the survivors, Skald would not be faster than a horse, not after the wound I gave him, so his only way of escape is the ocean," Jon said, observing movement in the ocean

"And apparently, we have company," said the Winter Lord, watching as a group of ships escorted a larger ship

"I'll take care of the small ships, get ready to board," Jon ordered, at the same time that his body was covered by an icy blue light, giving way to his relentless armor

Sword in hand and hood on, the Winter Lord focused, calling upon the forces of oblivion, empowered by his own magical prowess and powerful Stark blood

The blizzards of winter manifested themselves in his hands, his fingers turning white, with an ethereal blue glow emanating from them, a layer of frost encircled his body, as Jon prepared to cast one of his favorite spells

The Frost storm

With a scream, Jon separated his hands and released all the magic accumulated in his body, unleashing a fierce blizzard, which lashed the ocean and the ships of the craven Jarl

"Shit," said the captain when he saw Jon's monstrous power, the enemy ships were consumed by the ice, which, as sharp as blades, was tearing them apart quickly, including everything and everyone inside them

Within seconds, the largest ship was completely alone, frozen in the ocean and its sails broken

The Winter Lord inhaled hard, recovering from the effort made and simply said

"Come, we have work to do," ordered the Jarl, walking steadily towards the defenseless enemy ship

The capture of the Jarl was guaranteed, and the respect and healthy fear of Jarl Jon was more present than ever

"Come closer and hold it firm," Jon said to the captain of his ship, and then he looked at the soldiers

"No prisoners, we are only interested in Skald, make sure to find him quickly," said the mage, at the same time that his ship was positioned as close to the enemy as possible

Jarl Jon raised a finger into the air, which shone with a bright blue glow and calmly, looked at the enemy ship, preparing his next spell

At the concentration of the mighty sorcerer, an entire flock of spectral hawks rose into the night skies, illuminated by the soft and beautiful green light of the northern lights

The hawks began to scream, all at the same time, while an aura of white fire covered their bodies completely

Then Jarl Jon took aim directly at the enemy ship, in total silence, with a cold look

And instantly, the entire flock of hawks launched suicide attacks on the enemy ship, immolating themselves on the deck of the ship, burning and destroying everything in their path

The show was glorious and terrifying

The storm of flaming birds was magnificent, a testament to the Jarl's arcane mastery, the captain was absolutely certain that, even from the shore, the awe-inspiring spectacle was visible

In a matter of minutes, the entire ship collapsed and began to sink slowly, being held above the ocean thanks to Jon's magic, at the same time that Stormcloak soldiers threw themselves into the ocean looking to extinguish the flames of the birds

Unfortunately, the fire was magical, and the seawater had the opposite effect, fanning the flames even more

How was it possible to achieve such a terrifying feat? The captain did not know

"Concentrate and board the ship, we need Skald alive, he is a stubborn old man, a little magic will not kill him," said the Winter Lord, while summoning magic lights to illuminate the area, making the soldiers' work much easier

For several minutes Jon and his soldiers inspected the flaming wreckage of the ship, killed several enemies, took some treasure, until they reached the rest of the main cabin

Finding Skald, evidently still wounded from his fight with Jon, being honorably guarded by his Housecarl, willing to die protecting his Jarl

Something Jon could respect

The Winter Lord drew his sword with the edge to the ground, all around, the smell of burning wood and screams from the enemies could be heard

"You're defeated, surrender," Jon ordered calmly, looking at both men with total calmness

Skald only growled, while his Housecarl raised his sword, ready to fight to the end, if necessary

"Long live Skyrim, Long live King Ulfric, I challenge you sorcerer, a single combat," said the Norse imbecile

Jon stared at him in disbelief for a second, before snorting loudly

"Your Jarl's life already belongs to me and I wouldn't trust an oath breaker like you again," snapped Jon, who, with alarming speed, conjured an Ice spear, at least eight feet tall and threw it directly at the throat of the who tried to murder him a few hours ago

The Housecarl only gasped, before falling to his knees, drowning in his own blood

Jon spat into his body, he hated oath breakers, and the imbecile tried to kill him to save his Jarl, after he lost in a single trial against Jon

Skald simply stared at the body of his oldest friend, killed as a mere dog, before looking up at the Winter Lord

Legends did not do justice to the warrior in front of him

"Take my life, my city has fallen, as have my people, but King Ulfric will rule Skyrim, it is the will of the Nords" said the bald man with conviction

Jon just looked at him in silence, without deigning to answer at all, then he looked at the pair of guards who accompanied him and ordered

"Take him prisoner, he will be a perfect bait to get Ulfric out of his little castle," said young Jarl as he left the burning cabin

“What?” Skald was slow to process Jon's words, but as soon as he understood that the Winter Lord would use him as a fucking trophy to make his King leave Windhelm, the old man became angry

"NO, NO, NO" however, the last thing Skald the oldest received, was a sharp and metallic blow to the face

And then, he didn't know more 

Queen Elisif, The Blue Palace, Solitude

"According to the latest report, the granaries are full, although the presence of the legion will make that change quickly, unless we do something," said the queen, her back straight and looking cold, analyzing her entire court, who, unlike a few months ago, were attentive and submissive to her presence

All thanks to her Wolf, Elisif thought fondly

Jon and Ciri had been his salvation, his guide and example to follow, during the days, Elisif followed Jon everywhere, learned from him, about economics, war and administration, offering advice and making some decisions, little by little, Jon gave him more and more functions of the city back

And the nights, better not to think about the things do to please her owner, she will get aroused otherwise

The innocent Elisif was gone, and the steel queen, as some of the soldiers called her behind her back, was here to stay

She had put Erikur in his place, the imbecile was useful and a great merchant, but arrogant and haughty, common characteristics among the Norse of Skyrim

In Jon's absence, Erikur thought things would go back to the way they were before

A notion that Elisif took it upon herself to erase from the mind of man

At that moment, Falk spoke

“Jarl Jon's connections are incredible, the royal house of Daggerfall has added the city as a port of connection, as well as the personal ships of Lady Elewen's family, apparently, Jarl Jon is highly respected and feared in two provinces”

Bryling, the other of his Thanes, snorted and said

"Let it be three, I have heard how they talk about him in the streets and his deeds and achievements have spread throughout Skyrim, many even want him to marry the queen and get the position permanently" said the mature but attractive woman

The conversation was interrupted by the arrival of General Tulius, who entered the meeting room calmly, an open parchment in his hand

In silence, the man waited to be acknowledged, a behavior quite different from his first visit, where he entered feeling like the owner of the palace

Something that the new Elisif did not allow, giving herself respect as she should

Flashback

“Do you need something general?” Elisif said in an icy tone, looking with contained fury at the reckless general

"I'm looking for Jarl Jon, we need to talk about some logistical matters," the man said disinterestedly toward Elisif

Calmly, the queen replied

"Jon is on a mission, a pirate nest, the blood hoorkers, has been located and is in charge of cleaning the island, apparently, they were giving the imperial trading company a lot of trouble," said the queen

Tulius nodded, understanding the Winter Lord's absence, however, Elisif wasn't done

"However, I am present, tell me what matters you wish to discuss with Solitude."

"Nothing you need to worry about, as soon as Jon comes back..." However, Elisif did not let him continue and intervened firmly

"I think I wasn't clear enough, in Jon's absence, I am the highest authority in the city, I represent Solitude and Haafingar, so, if you want the support of my people, my city and my people, for your war, it's time for you to look at me and deal with me, with more respect, for your own good," Elisif said,  using the voice that I had practiced countless nights with Jon, the "queen's voice"

Falk looked at her with pride, as did Sybill and Bryling, Erikur with surprise

But Tulius saw her with something he had never seen in the general's eyes

Respect

Nodding, the old man replied

"As you order, Queen Elisif"

Flashback End

"Everything in general order?" Elisif asked calmly and totally in control

Jon would be proud of her, the queen thought with an inner smile, shuddering at the thought of the reward her Wolf and owner would give her when she returned from her campaign

"News from the east, Dawnstar has fallen, Solitude's noble troops broke the Storm cloaks in the city, Jarl Jon challenged Skald to a single combat to death and, like the coward he is, fled upon being defeated, as the Winter Lord predicted, he tried to flee by ship, only to be captured by sinking and captured by the Black Fang," said Tulius,  for the excitement of the court

"This will be a devastating blow to Ulfric, the news will run like a horse across the country," said Falk, evidently pleased by the news

“What will be Skald's fate? Jon would not have spared his life unless he had no plans for him," said the queen shrewdly, to the approval of Tulius and Falk

"He will be transferred to Whiterun, to be taken to Markath and finally to Haafingar, where he will be executed," Tulius said firmly

Elisif was aware of the plan, but the rest of the council was not, in Jon's words, it was wise not to trust anyone

"It is a prudent action, to avoid Morthal and its swamps, the journey, although longer, will give more security for the prisoner, the execution of a Jarl will be an event that will shake the region, Ulfric must act, if he does not wish to appear weak, we must be prepared," Elisif said firmly, while thinking about the repercussions of the battle of Dawnstar

Quickly, the Queen looked at the general and said

"Any more general news?" he asked

The old man shook his head and left the venue, allowing the session to continue as usual

"Let's continue," Elisif ordered getting comfortable, the campaign was over and Jon would return home

It would be in charge of being ready for the

Cirilla Fiona Ellen Riannon, Dawnstar

"Oh Auriel, YES, MORE, MORE, MORE, I'M YOURS MY WOLF, I'M YOURS" Arwena shouted from the bed, while Ciri watched her with amusement, taking a break and a glass of spiced wine

As she predicted, her beloved wolf had returned with the Jarl captured and hot-blooded from the fight and simply ordered

"I'll be unwell until tomorrow, don't bother" he said and like a brute, he took Ciri and Arwena on his shoulders, ready to head to the chambers

The fuck that Ciri received was wild and incredible, just the way she liked it, Jon's cock always made her see the stars, he fucked her for more than an hour, until he left Ciri with her legs open, a smile of satisfaction on her face and her powerful seeds draining from her swollen cunt, the wolf tattoo was showed proudly, a living proof thar Ciri belongs to Jon.

And then, it was Arwena's turn, the elf was eager but insecure, and delicately, she stripped naked before the eyes of her new owner

A little calmer, Jon took the time to prepare the young sorceress, kisses and caresses, until Arwena's hairless and tight pussy cried feminine juices and the proud elf begged to be fucked as the cheapest of whores

Jon put the sorceress on her hands and knees, one hand on her butt and the other on her beautiful hair, keeping her totally submissive to his desires, much to the obvious pleasure of the elf maiden

Ciri was in the front row, anticipating the event

"Breaks in our new pet my lobe, I want to see her face of pleasure as soon as your cock enters her" ordered Ciri, opening her legs and looking at Arwena's face of desire

Jon didn't respond with words, but with a grunt, before dipping his cock in Arwena's juices and placing his hulking head in the helpless, virgin hole

And then, he started to get in, and Arwena's pussy gave way instantly

The elf's eyes rolled back and a guttural moan left her lips, as Jon held her hair firmly and laughed loudly

"Now, you're ours," he said with satisfaction, before taking out his cock again and skewering it harder, drawing another sigh and moan from the elf

The conquest was exquisite, Arwena became addicted, like her aunt, to Jon's human cock, looking at him with devotion, like a priestess offering herself to her God

One more to the collection, Ciri thought with satisfaction, thinking of all the fun she would have with Elisif and Arwena at the Palace

"Get ready," Jon ordered, grabbing the elf's hips and starting to drill into her at high speed, an indicator that she was seconds away from spilling her seed

Arwena gave a cry of pleasure, at the same time that her eyes rolled and Jon's seed invaded her, the hot and domineering sensation was too much for her, who simply cummed for the tenth time that night, before fainting with pleasure, still shaking in Jon and Ciri's bed

Jon pulled his cock out of Arwena's bowels with a sigh of pleasure, evidently satisfied for the moment

Quickly, Ciri walked towards Jon and sat on his lap and began to kiss him with love and desire

“What did you think?” Ciri asked with a huge smile looking at Arwena proudly

"She will be a good pet for us, we will enjoy her a lot as soon as she wakes up" Jon said, at the same time massaging Ciri's huge and strong butt, eliciting a moan from his wife

 Leaning her forehead against her wolf's, Ciri said with complete sincerity

“I love you Jon”

Her wolf's response? His possessive hands on her hips and a sensual and wild kiss, those that Ciri adored, full of passion and desire

"I love you my lioness, you are the best thing that has happened to me" said Jon with total sincerity

For Jon, Ciri was a companion, his wife, the most important person in his life and there is nothing he was not willing to do for her

NOTHING

With a sigh, the Lioness spoke

"We have many things to do my love, there are alarming reports of a haunted tower near the city, plus the merchants say they hear screams and moans coming from a nearby cave, Dimhollow, between Whiterun and Dawnstar."

Jon nodded and caressing his wife's ass said

"It's also important to transport Skald to Solitude, the bait is ready, we have a traitor to hunt," Jon said firmly

However, a second later, he placed his lips on Ciri's pink and beautiful nipple, eliciting a moan from the beautiful Lady

"But that can wait, I need to fuck my wife, hard, over and over again, tomorrow we can worry about homework," Jon said, before inserting his cock in one blow on his beloved wife

Ciri just moaned with a smile, at the same time as she squeezed her internal muscles, massaging Jon

"Take me my love, I'm yours, ride your whore and satiate your lust with me" Ciri screamed out of her mind, eager for a good fuck after the battle

That night, the Winter Lord took the lioness as many times as he wished, Cirilla Fiona Ellen Rianon, princess of Cintra, moaned like the cheapest of whores, her body no more than an instrument for Jon's deft hands

By the end of the night, the Winter Lord had spilled his seed inside the lioness at least five times

A lazy night for both of them, being honest with herself, Ciri thought, however, there was a lot to do to secure the city, so they should rest

They'd have time for a marathon of pleasure in Solitude, as soon as Ulfric was dead

Ciri could hardly wait

However…

At that very moment, a young Norse, inexperienced but skilled, began his long-awaited return to Skyrim, the land of his parents

The reason? He ignored it, as if a force outside his being was prompting him to reach Skyrim as soon as possible

Little did the poor man know that, soon, he would find himself in the wrong place at the wrong time

And that the fate of all Tamriel would inevitably change

Forever