Next chapter! Here we go the final battle and the ultimate defeat of the Thalmor as witnessed by Winter Schnee through the power of the Elder Scroll! Enjoy!


When Winter opened her eyes, she saw a massive army led by a younger Ragnar Greyclaw amassing on the gates of an exotic capital. Next to her was the Ragnar she was used to. All sorts of warriors were abound and all battle-ready.

"Welcome to the Final Victory," Ragnar said next to her as the other Ragnar turned and looked at his forces. "This was how the Aldmeri Dominion was crushed once and for all."

"How are we...?" Winter asked incredulously, mouth slightly agape.

"The power of Elder Scroll."

Winter nodded as the other Ragnar opened his mouth to speak.

"MY FRIENDS!" he roared through the silence, "This is a tremendous day for us all! The Dominion has been pushed back to its only remaining city! The bulk of their forces lie behind these gates! We must be vigilant! For even with our forces they are still a threat!

"But take heart! Look around! We are all united with a single purpose! The defeat of the Thalmor! It is time to end this!" Raising his swords into the air, he bellowed, "ONCE AND FOR ALL!"

Everyone roared as a small group of young adults came up to Ragnar. Each one looked different but they all had the same kind of look in their eyes. "Are you ready my children?" Ragnar asked.

They all nodded.

"Those are your kids?" Winter asked.

"Some of them. Those that weren't old enough to fight in the Grand Dragon Legion were left back home at Skyrim," Ragnar explained as the other Ragnar and his kids turned to the gates, weapons drawn.

They all looked at each other, breathed deeply and then:

"FUS RO DAH!"

The gates were blown back and Ragnar roared, "CHARGE!"

The war cries were almost deafening as the massive army charged in with a legion of dragons flying overhead.

At this point, Winter saw time pause. Ragnar looked at her and asked, "Do you want to see the rest? Are you sure?"

"You guys have Auras right?" Winter noticed Ragnar's face. "Ragnar?" she asked.

"Better to just watch."

With that, he unpaused time and Winter watched the battle commence.

Ragnar rushed into battle with a long-haired red-headed man in samurai armor wielding a two-handed katana built out of blackened bone at his side as Ragnar's eldest twin son and daughter, Ariot and Sasha, rushed behind, Ariot wielding his war axe and shield and Sasha with her longsword and shield. The Grand Dragon Legion funneled behind as the last battalions of the Aldmeri Dominion, led by Third Emissary Rulindil, ran out to greet them.

As the forces met, Winter was horrified by the violence that unfolded before her: Heads flying off shoulders, bones being crushed, bodies ripped open by magical attacks. "This is fighting in your world?" Winter asked in horror.

"Yes. It's not as fancy as yours." Looking ahead, Ragnar added darkly, "Or as tame."

Ariot was furious with his axe, chopping through his foes left and right. He fought a Thalmor Justicar with grunts and threw him off, roaring at him as a kind of taunt. As the justicar came at him again, Ariot side-stepped his foe and slashed into his back, killing him and sending him to the ground. As the elf fell, Ariot looked around and roared again, causing the earth to shake, before using Fire Breath on a group of archers on the walls; he grinned as they burned to death before rallying nearby warriors and charging into the ruined city.

Sasha's arm was a blur as she had used Elemental Fury to enhance her speed and strength while she fought; she locked blades with a female elf soldier and headbutted her, sending her to the ground and following up with a shield bash to her exposed throat. As she stood up, she brought her sword up and sliced another Thalmor in two vertically. She cried out, "FOR TAMRIEL!" and led a small contingent of warriors into the fray.

As the battle waged, Rulindil met Ragnar on the battlefield and locked blades with him. "Damn you, Dragonborn!" the Emissary snarled as his Daedric sword was locked by Jooraghol and Dragonbane. "If you hadn't existed, the Dominion would've won!"

"Then it's a good thing I existed, Thalmor," growled Ragnar right back, throwing him off and slashing into his chest before kicking him back. As Rulindil stumbled back, he roared and charged only for an arrow to fly into his eye.

As Ragnar looked back, he saw Aela the Huntress holding her bow steady. Rulindil's last look was of confusion as he fell to the ground, dead.

"That was for Skjor, you Elven bastard," Aela snarled as she pulled her blade out and sliced a Thalmor soldier's neck open.

Serana jumped onto the walls and started slicing through the enemy. Ragnar smiled. "One of my six mates," he explained.

"She's beautiful," Winter commented.

"She's the Vampire Queen. One of the most powerful vampires ever." He grinned. "And one of the horniest."

Winter blushed at that as the fighting continued into the city. Ragnar turned to his forces and bellowed, "To the Glass Palace! Let's move!"

The roars of approval were ear-shattering as they pushed their way through the city as the legion of dragons overhead assisted.

Soon, the Glass Palace was surrounded as Ragnar flew up and crashed into the throne room. "Wow," Winter said. "That was impressive."

"Yeah... Hurt like a bitch afterwards though," Ragnar replied next to her as the other Ragnar stared down Elenwen as she pulled her sword out. "The time has come, Elenwen," Ragnar snarled. "This war you started will end with your Altmer head on a pike."

"You think you've won boy!" Elenwen roared right back. "But you and I know that if the Dominion falls another power will rise to destroy your precious Empire. You delay the inevitable, Dragonborn!" She screeched and rushed Ragnar, who met her with his blades drawn and ready for blood.

What Winter witnessed in that throne room was a fight between two powerhouses, neither one giving in due to pain or exhaustion. Their blades were knocked out of their hands but Ragnar and Elenwen fought hand-to-hand; bone-crushing blows echoed through the room before Ragnar threw her onto the ground and rushed to hit her.

Elenwen shot a blast of fire into his face and he screamed, dropping onto the ground. Elenwen bellowed, "DIE!" and rushed him but to her (And Winter's) surprise, Ragnar has conjured a Bound Sword in his left hand and had brought it into her chest.

She gasped, blood spilling from her mouth as she fell to her knees. Ragnar gripped Jooraghol with both hands and held it at her throat. She looked up as Ragnar roared and with one swift swing, the First Emissary's head was rolling on the floor.

Ragnar breathed heavily before draining his last health potion, grabbing Dragonbane and sheathing his blades before Winter saw Ragnar pull out his Elder Scroll and suddenly they were back in his room at Beacon.

"Needless to say, I presented the head of Elenwen to what remained of the ruling body of the Thalmor and they surrendered immediately," Ragnar explained, sitting down after putting away his Elder Scroll and drinking some mead. "The Aldmeri Dominion was absorbed into the Empire and at last we finally had peace."

Winter was amazed. "Your children?" she asked. "What became of them?"

"They were all hailed as heroes. My son and daughter that you saw are now Generals in the Imperial Legion," Ragnar replied, laying down. "Now, imma catch up on some sleep. I'll talk to you tonight."

As he closed his eyes, Winter decided that then and there that she was going to be laid that night by Ragnar.

"I have to know."


Later that night Ragnar was sleeping when he heard the bathroom door open. He looked up and saw Winter in a white silk bathrobe that was translucent. She had it open, showing her black lace lingerie and her hair was undone, flowing around her pale face and neck and down her shoulders. She looked at Ragnar with a real hunger.

Ragnar smirked as she sexily walked over to his bed, letting the bathrobe slide off her as she walked to him. "My my, Mr. Greyclaw," she said as she ran her hand up his leg and let it rest on his groin, her eyes widening in surprise. "How big are you?"

"Why don't you come over and find out, Ms. Schnee?" Ragnar replied huskily, drawing her close and kissing her.

Winter straddled the Drunken Dragonborn, undoing her bra and letting it fall. "I've wanted to do this for so long..." she breathed, pulling his pajama pants down and marveling at his size. "Man I might be limping a bit after this," she chuckled, gripping it tightly and taking him into her mouth.

Ragnar groaned and cast a sound-cancelling spell on the room and locked the door with his magic at the same time as Winter sucked his member hungrily, her hands working his shaft and massaging his balls as well. He groaned, his meat throbbing in her wet, hot mouth as she moaned, causing vibrations that stimulated his member even more. He held her head down as she deepthroated, hearing her gag.

She came up finally and moaned, sliding her soaked panties off and straddling the Dragonborn before lowering herself onto his massive member, moaning loudly as she pierced herself with it. She adjusted herself and started to grind and ride him fiercely, moaning the whole time with her eyes going up into her head with each bounce and her mouth open, tongue hanging out.

"Oh fuck!" Winter cried out as she clenched up and came all over him. With that, Ragnar grabbed her and flipped her over so she was on the bottom. Her legs shot out in a V-shape and her entire body trembled as she was ravaged by the Dragonborn with no mercy, nails digging into his back till she drew blood and toes curling and uncurling with every thrust.

She lost count of how many times she had orgasmed. He was just so good. She was in pure paradise and she had never had this kind of loving before. He was rough and aggressive but not overly so and she still felt like she had control. When he finally came after what had seemed like hours (And to her great surprise it was when she had checked the time later) she felt her vagina just fill with his piping hot seed as he roared, shaking the room violently with the power of his Voice.

When she finally came off her sex-crazed high, she looked down and saw that most of the bed was soaked from her squirting orgasms and she was literally laying on his chest, catching her breath. He stroked her head as she looked up at him with amazement. "How..." she gasped, still coming back down, "How the flying fuck did you get so good?"

"Years of practice and 13 kids will do that to ya," Ragnar chuckled in reply.

Winter giggled in response before feeling exhaustion hit her like a freight train. As she drifted to sleep though she felt Ragnar's strong and warm arms wrap around her protectively. She snuggled into him and passed out.


When she woke up the next morning, Ragnar was already gone. When she checked the time, she understood.

"Right. He IS a combat tutor, after all," she said to herself, sighing. Why he let her sleep on, she couldn't understand.

She thought back on the events of the past night as she showered, realizing how sticky she truly was. He was... Well, epic at sex but she felt conflicted. She let her personal feelings get in the way of her duty.

"The General would have my ass if he found out," she said, shuddering.

She groaned, stepping out of the shower and getting into her usual attire. She saw that Ragnar had checked his developing mead flavors before heading out. "Well he remembered to do one thing, at least," she grumbled, strapping on her weapon and walking to his classroom, where she heard groans of exhaustion and pain in there.

She opened the door and saw the kids all on the floor, tired out of their wits with Ragnar standing there, arms crossed. "Come on," he roared at them, "My youngest daughter could've beaten you!"

"How the hell did your children survive?!" Weiss exclaimed, leading to a knife thrown at her direction. Holding another one in his fingers, Ragnar growled, "Say another thing and I'll shave off your ponytail, Ms. Schnee."

Weiss' face drained of color as Winter chuckled a bit. Ragnar looked up from his glass of whiskey and saw Winter. "Ah, Winter," he said calmly, basing her to take a seat, "Finally awake huh?"

"Had a long night of reports, Ragnar," she replied just as calmly, sitting down.

Ragnar nodded and looked at the time. "That's good for today everyone. Take a shower all of you before you go to your next classes; dismissed!"

The class funneled out of the room as Ragnar closed the door and looked at Winter. "'Long night of reports?'" the Dragonborn snickered. "That's the best you could think of?"

"Shut up, you," Winter sneered before kissing his lips softly.

"Why the change of heart?" Ragnar asked as he poured her a glass of whiskey. "Last time I checked, you were merely my observer."

"Well, I decided to take a risk. And boy did it pay off." Winter sighed.

Ragnar smiled. "Well there's more where that came from."

"I sure hope so." As she finished her whiskey, she traced a line up his chest and added, "Because I'm nowhere near done with you yet." She gave him another kiss.


He groaned as he walked to where his father was. He felt Dad nearby.

"Ragnar!" yelled a feminine voice as he turned around. "Oh," said Yang apologetically, "I thought you were my friend Ragnar Greyclaw."

"You know my father?" the man asked.

"Father?" Yang asked confused.

"Yeah. I'm the eldest son of Ragnar Greyclaw."

"Really? And you are?"

"My name is Ariot Giant-Eater Greyclaw. The First Son of the Last Dragonborn."


So the son of the Last Dragonborn is here! Stay tuned for the next chapter!

By the way, if you guys didn't know this had lemon stuff in it, perhaps now you do.

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BO