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I've not forgotten about the Freys. I have something in mind.
Dragonborn Gothic 3 - GOT
Part 8
Godswood. North of the Wall.
As the Starks, Sansa, Arya and Jon, who wasn't actually a Stark, travelled from Northen House to Northen House to drum up what support they could I'd decided to visit the Three-Eyed Raven. Having me around would be a distraction for the Starks and the people they were talking to so I'd travelled North beyond The Wall to the Godswood. This was where those who followed the Old Ways came to swear their oaths when they formally joined the Night's Watch.
That wasn't why I'd come here, guided by a Ranger, but he'd agreed to bring me here for what I told him would be prayers. My intention was to reach the home of the Three-Eyed Raven, but I'd been unable to make a door to this home from the other side of The Wall and I hadn't tried on this side yet in case I needed an invite into this cave. It might have been The Wall that prevented me or some other magic, I simply didn't know and I wouldn't find out until I spoke with Bloodraven.
"I can make my own way back," I told the Ranger.
Without a word, he headed back to Castle Black, which was where I'd left my Blades, and since the Black Brothers were so depleted in numbers they weren't complaining about having some extra swords around. I might have been safer with them at my side, but I didn't think that bringing a bunch of armed humans, who were strangers to this part of the world, into the place that contained the last of the Children of the Forest would be a good idea.
"Hello?" I called out softly
I was not really expecting an answer as so far the Greenseer had only communicated to me in dreams, but Lord Bloodraven aka the Three-Eyed Raven did reply with words when I touched the tree.
"Greetings" the tree answered back in an old, raspy voice.
I'd heard that voice in my mind. Not a pleasant experience.
"The Three-Eyed Raven?" I asked.
"Yes" the tree guy answered And I know of you, Ysmir".
Ysmir which means "the Dragon of the North" was a title bestowed upon several heroes throughout history and it served as a general Nordic name for Kings. As the Last Dragonborn, I also had a right to the title.
"I have seen much of you," the Three-Eyed Raven said, "You with others will combat the coming Darkness".
For a moment I wondered if Lord Bloodraven was the one to have brought me here. I'd just been running I'd not planned to come here and given the vastness of the multiverse I could have ended up anywhere. That I'd arrived somewhere I could survive for more than a few seconds was a miracle or the work of some power.
"If I had the power to bring you here why would not use that vast power against the Others?" he asked.
Since we were connected via our minds Bloodraven had heard those thoughts, and he made a good point. The power to reach out into the vast multiverse and bring me here as I stepped out of a realm of Oblivion was beyond that any mere tree wizard. If he could bring me here then he could have brought someone else, a proper hero for example, or he could just send the Night King to somewhere very far away and be done with it.
"Even with three new dragons in the world our magic has almost dwindled into nothingness" I was informed, "but with your arrival, it is stronger now than it has been for the past few centuries, equal to what it was back before The Doom I feel my own power rising by the day".
I was sure my power was growing as well.
"No doubt, many of the practitioners to the east are strengthened, most notably the Red Priests of R'hllor" he let me know "Here in the far north, The Others are amassing their forces to attack. They are stronger as well".
Before I could think on that more was said.
"Let me show you," Bloodraven said.
Suddenly I found myself standing in the snow. As far as the eye could see, there was a blizzard. Then the wind stopped and yet it became colder as thousands upon thousands of dead bodies, animated by the magic of White Walkers rushed past me. Thankfully they didn't see me, as this good as they could have torn me apart in seconds even with my Shouts and magical powers due to their sheer numbers. Assuming that this wasn't all a vision of the past then the Night King had a vast army.
Then I saw a White Walker, he stopped for a moment, let me get a good look at his features. It was expressionless. Cold. Alien. Not a shred of humanity. He looked at me for a few moments with unblinking intensity, before resuming his walk, it was as if I didn't matter to the creature. Soon he mounted an undead steed and just moved away.
That is one of your enemies. I heard Bloodraven say.
Show me more" I requested.
Which he did and it was a might overwhelming. Scenes from the past and future flooded my mind and while much was a jumble I saw some of what was to come. Enough to know that if I didn't help slay the Night King then nothing in this world would survive.
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Three-Eyed Raven's Cave. North of the Wall.
After receiving the invite that I need in order to come here I'd made a magical door that appeared near the home of Lord Bloodraven. As the doorway closed behind me I was greeted by several of the Children of the Forest. They were guarding the cave and those within in. There were not many of them.
"Where are the rest of you?" I asked.
That was an awkward question I sensed.
"Gone down into the earth," one of them told me "Into the stones, into the trees. Before the First Men came all this land that you call Westeros was home to us, yet even in those days we were few. The gods gave us long lives but not great numbers, lest we overrun the world as deer will overrun a wood where there are no wolves to hunt them. That was in the dawn of days when our sun was rising. Now it sinks, and this is our long dwindling. The giants are almost gone as well, they who were our bane and our brothers. The great lions of the western hills have been slain, the unicorns are all but gone, the mammoths down to a few hundred. The Direwolves will outlast us all, but their time will come as well. In the world that men have made, there is no room for them, or us".
That was sad and I had some idea of what she meant.
"I am the Last Dragonborn, all those that came before me are head and there will be no more after me," I said.
The one who spoke must be Leaf she looked a little familiar so I must have seen her in the show. She did seem a little alien to me when she started talking. But I was used to elves, orcs, snake people, cat people and so on, and compared to the White Walker I'd seen she was not at all threatening.
"Yet there is hope we will linger for a while longer now" Leaf then added.
We headed inside the cave.
"Lord Bloodraven caught a glimpse of your path," Leaf told me as she led me in the tree passageway thing "he saw many branches both favourable and terrible. We brought you here to help ensure your success".
That was nice of them. I'd praise them for it if not for the fact that this was their mess I was trying to clean up.
"Your help shall surely be welcome," I said diplomatically.
They may have fucked up the world by making Ice Demon Necromancers, but there was no sense being mean about it.
"Do not expect direct aid of this nature in future," Leaf warned, "We have little strength left to share".
They didn't have the numbers to take risks, that I understood.
"And what are your names?" I asked the other two Children of the Forest.
Leaf introduced them as Twig and Branch before falling silent again. I had to shake my head at the silliness of those names. She'd just made them up on the spot I knew it.
"I'm Gothic," I said to them "Last Dragonborn, slayer of Aludin and so on".
Soon we arrived at the Three-Eyed Raven's cave.
"Just a few things," I said, "To start with why do they take Craisters sons?".
That part of the show had always bothered me
"Craster is Aemon Targaryen's bastard son. Aemon fell for a wildling's charms once" I was told, "Craster is the blood of the dragon as are his sons".
That was not an answer I'd be expecting. Although it would explain the incest. The Targaryen's seemed to enjoy impregnating their relatives. As for Maester Aemon, well that did explain why he didn't judge Samwell for Gilly, or Jon for that red-headed wilding. And he hadn't always been old.
"Not of all his sons survived being transformed, some died in the cold before one of the Others could get to him" I was now being told, "Should the Night King destroyed they will be no threat".
One on one I could take on a White Walker I felt sure. Dragonglass wasn't hard to find and it was likely that an enchanted sword from Skyrim could kill a Walker as the magic of that world was powerful. Really it was their army of the dead that worried me as numbers alone could win battles.
"What plan have you devised to defeat the Others?" the Greenseer asked me "I see much, but not all".
I explained all about how I was helping to unify the North. Also, I told him about how I would do my best to train warriors with the best weapons I could provide. The old Greenseer nodded slightly as finished speaking.
"Suitable," he said as much to himself as to me "I have told you that your magic makes me feel stronger. You will find something similar with the Others, your magic has strengthened them as well".
That was not good news so I discussed the possibility of venturing out into the multiverse to find someone even more powerful than myself or some sort of WMD. But before that, there were things I needed to learn and these people needed my help.
"Oh before I forget," I said.
I handed over the messages to Bran Stark.
"Your family want you to come home, but I did my best to explain that it's not my place to bring you to them," I told the young Stark "When I leave here I can take messages back for you".
I left the two Greenseers alone for now.
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Three-Eyed Raven's Cave. North of the Wall.
Meera Reed blushed as she swapped glances with the man called the Dragonborn. At first, he didn't seem to be anything special, but Meera had come to recognise that there was a power in this man. He did things no other person could, the powers of the Children of the Forest and the Greenseer were nothing compared to that commanded by this Lord Gothic.
She'd only seen some of what he could do and even now he was sharing some of his power with her. She'd sat inside the cave and had read from a book that made no sense to her and yet when it vanished she'd been granted the knowledge of a spell. Now she stood out in the snow, which unlike the Weirwood tree wasn't going to burn if the spell got out of hand, as Gothic explained how to use her new gift.
"When using Flames, a mage will shoot fire from one or both hands," the Dragonborn explained to woman, "depending on if the spell is dual-wielded or not, so it's important to keep your palms facing away from you".
He demonstrated this, sending streams of flames from one hand and then other.
"The flame spell is rather short-ranged and you do need to be careful with it" warned Gothic "it will burn the wights with ease since they react so badly to fire, but it won't help with the Walkers".
Meereen had quickly come to the conclusion that if she'd had this magic back when they'd made the journey to this place then it was very likely that her brother would still be alive this day. However, she didn't dwell on that as she had to focus on her lesson and how the Dragonborn had created a shield for her to practise her spell against. She would master his magic and use it to fight the dead when the time came.
"The more you practice the longer you will be able to use the spell and the more effective it will become," Gothic told her "If the dead come for you then you must be ready to burn them".
If was really a matter of when not if. The darkness was coming for them all, yet she found it hard to focus, more so when the Dragonborn showed the proper stance for when using this magic. Meera couldn't help herself but think of him dominating her. She far less docile than most noblewomen, but she still thought of him taking her, it made her wet between the legs. Not that she thought Gothic would want her.
"Is there something wrong, Meera?" Gothic asked.
He noticed how distracted she'd become.
"No, I'm fine," Meera said.
Gothic just nodded, moved away from her, and went back to talking about burning the dead. Then it happened Meera couldn't stop herself. She moved over to the Dragonborn and kissed him on the lips. This was not appropriate behaviour, but Meera didn't seem to care she was grinding her pelvis against his body. There seemed little point in acting properly if they were going to be dead soon.
"Meera" Gothic gently chided "A little warning would be nice".
In her mind, the kiss had been the warning. It made her intentions quite clear.
"Please Dragonborn, I want you inside me," Meera said to the warrior, "I know a quiet spot in the caves".
Once they were somewhere at least partly hidden from prying eyes he sat down on the dirt floor and pulled Meera into his lap so that they could start kissing. Meera was pleased by this and began grinding again into him. She felt Gothic's bulge and she liked what she was feeling. He seemed to be very big to her, but she was small and it had a good long while since she'd been able to do something like this so size wasn't important to her.
"I want to see it" she pleaded "I'll make you feel good".
As she freed his manhood and took it into her hands, he exposed her breasts and then moved on to trying to get at her wet sex.
"Oh, Gothic" Meera said with a moan.
All of a sudden his mouth was attacking Meera's breasts as he held her close and while it was a bit awkward given the cramped conditions and the clothing that was somewhat in the way he managed to get a hand on her cunt. She was wet and hot down there. Meera had not been able to shave or even bath for some time, but he didn't find her repulsive and she'd done her best to stay clean.
Any worries about that went out of the windows as he began to finger her. It had been far too long since she'd anything other than her own fingers in that sweet spot and she liked it a lot. His hands were strong, and while he was rough with her she liked that too. She tried to rub his cock, but she couldn't focus on the task so for now it just remained hard in her small hands.
"Fuck me Gothic" she begged.
He didn't do that yet as he was enjoying Meera's breasts too much and his fingers kept moving inside her. It all felt so good that Meera Reed could not keep still. She rode his fingers as she would have his cock, and tried to press her breasts into his face even more so as to increase the pleasure she felt.
"I'm cumming!" Meera shouted.
When she stopped moving he pulled out his soaked fingers and gave them for the archer to clean. Meera sucked off her own juices, and once done she looked at Gothic, making it clear that she was up for more without actually needing to say anything.
"You ready?" he asked.
Meera nodded her head emphatically, right now she'd do anything for this man and she happily straddled his lap, and let his manhood inside her. She treated his cock as it was like his fingers, only even better, and did her best to get them both to climax. She was frantic with the need to feel his seed insider her. She'd been alone and untouched for so long and while it hadn't seemed important until now when she'd started to spend time with the Dragonborn she'd started to realise just how much she liked this sort of thing.
She hoped that the warrior stuck around for a while because if he did then they could do this again. She could do with the company. The Children of the Forest didn't speak to her much, and Bran was never around even if his body never left the cave. Not that she was thinking about that now as she had a cock inside her and she wanted to please the man it was attached to. This became a difficult task as she was about to climax again because of just how damn good this all felt to her.
"Gothic, I'm going to come" Meera informed.
The Dragon felt Meera's cunt clamp around his cock and he had to stop his moving til her orgasm passed, then she held on as tightly as she could as the Dragonborn gifted her warm wet cunt with his seed.
"Fucking hell, that was intense," Meera said once she speaking again.
She was still breathing very heavily.
"Yeah, you screamed quite loud," Gothic said.
She felt herself blush just a little.
"I screamed?" Meera questioned.
She couldn't remember having done that.
"You did, thank goodness that there was no one around," Gothic said.
Meera was a bit embarrassed and this grew worse when she discovered that her calling out had gotten someone's attention.
"Hodor" said a familair voice.
Meera had never moved as fast she did now as she covered herself up.
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Three-Eyed Raven's Cave. North of the Wall.
"I need to leave," I said to Lord Bloodraven.
By now Jon Snow and his sister had been able to gather a small force, we knew this as the Greenseers were watching them, so I needed to link up with them so that I could then go to Meereen with one or more of the Starks to convince Daenerys to lend us a few thousand fighters so that we could take on the Boltons. I doubted that she'd let me take the Unsullied, but there were enough former slaves in training to make a reasonable addition to the growing Stark army.
I'd seen the army in a vision. There had been Unsullied and former slaves marching with Wildlings and men of the Northern Kingdom. It had been quite a sight and I wished to see for real and to help lead that army against the Boltons. Lord Bolton was still alive and if things worked out as foreseen he wouldn't live that long once Jon Snow had him his sights. The bastard of Winterfell wished to avenge the Red Wedding.
Actually avenging Robb Stark would involve destroying House Frey, but that could wait as Arya and I would deal with that. There would be baking anyone into a pie, and that seemed needlessly gruesome and time-consuming. Better to just kill the Frey men and be done with it. I had bigger concerns that some gits owned a bridge.
"Before you leave I have something for you to take from this place," said the Three-Eyed Raven "Something for your queen".
One of the Children brought forth a sword made from Valyrian steel, which was a form of metal that was forged in the days of the mighty Valyrian Freehold. When fashioned into bladed weapons, the steel can hold an especially keen edge, remaining sharp forever without the need for honing. According to legend, Valyrian steel was forged with dragon-fire and infused with magical spells - some say with blood magic, literally requiring "fire and blood" (like House Targaryen's motto). Having been forged with dragon fire, Valyrian steel is incredibly resistant to damage from normal fire.
Aside from its sharpness, Valyrian steel is recognizable by its strength and lightweight in comparison to ordinary steel, as well as by a distinctive rippled pattern visible in blades made from it. Along with dragonglass, Valyrian steel is one of the few known substances that can kill White Walkers, although this property is not widely known, apparently not even to the White Walkers themselves. Since the destruction of Valyria, the majority of the surviving Valyrian steel weapons serve as heirlooms in the various noble houses of Westeros.
Like much of the Freehold's recorded knowledge, the secret of forging Valyrian steel was lost in the Doom of Valyria. After this point, creating new Valyrian steel weapons became impossible, so the original method can only be speculated: Some stories claim that the metal was imbued with magic spells and forged with dragonfire, though no one can confirm or deny this. Whatever the case, the material was expensive even during the Freehold's apex, so by the time of the Doom, Valyrian steel swords such as House Stark's Ice were already valued heirlooms passed down from one generation to the next in powerful noble families.
Skilled smiths can reforge Valyrian steel weapons by melting down existing ones, but it's a difficult process. The master-blacksmiths of Qohor are among the very few who can accomplish this feat, but even they don't know how to create entirely new Valyrian steel and they are famously secretive about how the reforging process works. I knew from watching the show that two smaller Valyrian steel swords can be made out of a larger greatsword, and maybe a large greatsword made by melting down multiple smaller swords, but the amount of Valyrian steel in the world is finite and extremely rare.
The Three-Eyed Raven knew how to create the steel since he could find out pretty much anything he wanted to learn. I knew that to make more of the swords I would need dragonglass, not volcanic stone it had to have been created by dragon's fire, the blood of a Valyrian such as Daenerys, and a very skilled blacksmith as the forging process was an advanced one. There were spells as well, but I had more than enough power for them and I'd written the spells down as well as the rest of the forging method.
Given how simple this sounded you'd think that there would be plenty of Valyrian steel swords around, and perhaps in the ruins of Valyria there were, but if there weren't I understood why. There had been many sorcerers in Valyria who had practised blood magic and because they knew that if their blood fell into unfriendly hands it could be used against them they were loath to let anyone bleed them. Plus the spells were not something a simple witch could cast, anyone could perform them would not do so for free.
I would perform the spells and Dany should let me have a little of her blood since I could just heal her wound with magic to remove the risk of infection. I wouldn't have time to forge many of the swords, but creating a few would be worthwhile as they could be given to allies to help secure alliances and the most skilled warriors who came to fight the army of the dead should have such a weapon.
While I didn't know for sure which sword it was at first that was being presented until it was explained to me I had been able to guess that this sword was Dark Sister the Valyrian steel sword that once belonged to Visenya Targaryen, the sister-wife of Aegon the Conqueror. A great warrior in her own right, she used it in battle when riding on her dragon during the War of Conquest. The sword was thought lost during the Blackfyre Rebellion.
From what I knew the bastard sons of King Aegon IV, Brynden Rivers, known as "Bloodraven", who was now the Three-Eyed Raven was the last known wielder of Dark Sister. He used it at the Battle of Redgrass Field in his famous duel with his half-brother Aegor "Bittersteel" Rivers. He must have brought it with him to The Wall when he was sent here and brought the sword this far north.
"Don't you need it?" I asked.
The Child of the Forest who'd brought me the sword handed the blade to me and backed away.
"Once I did but you have brought much magic to this world," said Lord Bloodraven "and she will need it before the end".
I'd spent quite a bit of my gold on minor magical items from Skyrim. These enchanted items would add to the power of this place and help the Children of the Forest keep this place free of the dead. I'd even been able to purchase a filled soul gem that Bloodraven liked to keep close.
"If I give this to Daenerys it will add to her prestige" I quickly realised.
She was descended from the Aegon the Conquerer and she had a right to the sword no one could doubt that and carrying it would make her look even more like a Queen.
"Do you know what happened to Blackfyre?" I asked.
Aegor Rivers, also known as Bittersteel, was one of the infamous Great Bastards of King Aegon IV Targaryen, also known as "Aegon the Unworthy". He was the founder of the Golden Company, a sellsword company in Essos composed primarily of Westerosi exiles. As far as I knew he was the last known person to have Blackfyre.
"Blackfyre is beyond your reach," said Bloodraven "But I can show you where Brightroar can be found".
Brightroar was the ancestral sword of House Lannister that had been lost years ago by a Lannister who'd died at sea. When I touched the roots I was showed this and the shipwreck that I would be able to reach thanks to my Shouts. Once I had Brightroar I'd have the golden loin's head pommel removed and replaced with something more suited to the Dragonborn.
"Meera are you coming with me?" I asked the young woman, "The Starks might need your help and I can take you with me Meereen after we recover Brightroar".
I'd given her a good looking Elven Bow as a token of my affection after we'd fucked, something Hodor thankfully couldn't mention to anyone, and she'd remained close to me ever since. Understandable as the only humans around was a guy who couldn't say more than one word and two men whose minds were elsewhere most of the time.
"They don't really need me here," she said.
Once it became time for Bran to leave it would make far more sense for me to come and fetch him rather than have a crippled boy journey through miles upon miles of frozen wilderness. Bloodraven would contact me when Bran needed a lift back south.
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Castle Black. The Wall.
Once more we were all in the meeting room. Sansa, Arya, Jon, Davos and I, along with Meera who'd been welcomed by the Starks. That Brenna woman and her useless squire hadn't gotten back from the Riverrun yet, but a raven she'd sent north had reported the bad news. Which left Balish as the only hope other than myself, assuming a Faceless Man hadn't already gotten him. Given how much I'd paid them they better have.
"I'll go to Meereen as planned and get you more men," I said the group, "and when we're ready to attack I will make sure that the battle turns in your favour".
Since that was all I had to say on the matter I decided to retire for the night. I knew that Meera had plans to talk with Jon about what happened to Bran as well as how to bring House Reed on to his side, something I didn't foresee much trouble with, so I decided to go read by candlelight for a while before getting some sleep as I would need to be rested for tomorrow.
To my mild surprise, Sansa entered my room not long after I'd settled down.
"I want you to take Arya with you when you go see this queen of yours" she instructed.
While I didn't take orders from her I decided to comply because I felt sure that Arya would like to see the Free City as for why Sansa wanted Arya out of the way for a while, that wasn't too hard to guess. Sansa wanted to rule The North and for that, she needed Jon's support but he would favour Arya for the role if the young sister wished it. Sansa didn't really care about her bastard brother and I was sure that he knew what even if he never spoke of it.
Not that Arya wanted any kind of throne, but Sansa wasn't the nice girl she'd once been, she become fearful due to her past, expecting betrayal, and I could tell that she was plotting in the privacy of her own head. I did that all the time so I knew when someone else was thinking about such things.
"As you wish," I said.
Her dark cloak fell to the ground and the dress she wore soon followed, and this left her only in what the locals called their smallclothes. She came forward until we were standing directly in front of each other and she pushed her soft lips closer to my face so that mashed up against my own. Before long our tongues were coming together and duelling rather fiercely as if both of us were trying to dominate the other with kissing.
She broke their kiss abruptly and pushed me, and this did nothing due how much weight I had on her, but it did make it clear that she wanted me to get on to the huge bed I'd been given for my stay here at the castle. Once I was lying on my back the real fun began. I'd already stripped down to my breeches, and she quickly removed them before she started lying on top of my naked, body so that we could kiss some more, and I took the chance to let my hands roam over her small body. I didn't think I'd bother to fuck her again as she was going to be rather busy in the future, and I didn't fancy her much, so I was going to enjoy myself while I could and then mostly forget about her.
"I want you inside me," she said, "Like you were last time. It felt good".
Seeing no reason to delay I climbed atop of her and pushed her legs far enough apart to reveal her bare cunt. She kept herself clean and smooth all over, something I was very grateful for as I much preferred a woman who kept her pussy free from any hair.
Sansa called out a cry of pleasure mixed with a grunt of pain as I entered her cunt, she wasn't still wasn't use to this, at least not from a guy who knew what he was doing, but I did so I took my time and once she'd relaxed somewhat I was balls deep inside the wet warmth of her pussy and my whole length of man-meat was fitting snugly inside her high-born cunt.
Once she was ready to go I began to move my hips, my cock going in and out of Sansa's tight wet pussy. Her moans of pleasure were good to hear.
"Harder my knight" she pleaded "Take me".
I figured that she'd decided to pretend in her mind that the man fucking her happened to be a far more heroic person than I really was. She might be understandably cynical these days, but that didn't mean she'd totally gotten rid of the fantasies she'd had when she was younger.
Not that I cared I just fucked her hard. I didn't see any reason to drag this out as I'd be leaving for Meereen in the morning. There was a much hotter and wetter cunt waiting for me between the legs of another woman. One far more interesting than Sansa Stark could ever hope to be. Plus I had Meera Reed following me around like a loyal lapdog and Arya would spread her legs for me if I wished. I just wanted her to ripen a bit more before I tasted of that piece of fruit.
Given that Sana was likely thinking of me as some brave knight, and in some sense, I was one of those, I didn't have any problem imagining that it was Dany under me, although it that had been the case then this bedroom would have much much warmer due to the sheer amount of heat that came off that woman's cunt.
At least I remembered to use the right name when I got close to my climax. That could have been really awkward.
"Sansa. I'm going to cum…. I need to pull out" I warned her.
Since she'd gotten her legs around me I couldn't just pull out and cum on her rather than in her. When my words reached through to the lady her blue eyes widened in realization and then determination.
"NO!" she shouted as she enclosed her legs around my back with all the strength she could muster "I don't care if you put a bastard in me".
It wasn't until after I'd done as she wished, and Sansa snuck out, that I wondered if I had sired any bastards here or in Skyrim. I didn't even know if that could happen as I wasn't like other mortals, but Tiber Septim was supposed to have been Dragonborn and he fathered a dynasty so maybe it was possible.
Soon I decided that I actually didn't care and went to sleep.