Skyrim Preferences and Smut

"Flight of Dragons" miraak x ldb

Traveling through Kynerath's skies wasn't something you were foreign to. On your conquest to slay Alduin, you had flown. To the summit of apocrypha, you flown. Yet..no matter how many times you had done so, none were quite as magical as when you shared the experience with him. Quite honestly it had become somewhat of a tradition between the two of you, a family tradition at that. No matter, every time seemed even more fantastical than the last, something in your soul swelling in happiness as you ascended the clouds on dragon wing.

This feeling could only be described similarly to that of coming home after suffering weeks of terrible homesickness. It felt right.

Yeah, that's it. It felt right.

Peering out unto the seemingly endless horizon, you sighed, pressing into the elder dragonborn behind you. Though you were perfectly capable of flying your own dragon, as you had done plenty of times, the temptation of instead flying with him swayed you this go around. A choice well made you decided as you felt his large arms encircle your chest and stomach, pulling you closer than what was probably necessary.

Smiling you turned your head to look at him, an amused giggle soon to follow as you did. The usually stoic priest was grinning like a child, his stunning green orbs following the additional dragons flying higher up. When you had become so desensitized to the dov, you wouldn't ever know. Perhaps it had something to do with the likeness in your souls, it was after all, what first persuaded you to spare the once merciless man you now came to love with your entire being. The man that had become your husband.

Just the though made a fluttering sensation stir in your stomach.

Nonetheless you crooned your neck to place a chaste kiss against his stubble-ridden jaw, the stray hairs framing his face that he couldn't quite incorporate into his braids tickling your nose as you did. Through rays of the setting sun his hair appeared a shining gold, only further adding to the beauty of the dragonborn. Why he ever chose to wear a mask escaped you.

In response to your action he moved his relaxed gaze to look at you, his enthusiastic grin morphing into a love-laced warm grin. Though he would speak, the wind was far too loud. Not being oblivious to this fact, Miraak instead settled for affectionately testing his head in the crook of your neck- returning the kiss shortly thereafter.

There wasn't much more you could ask for in life. So much freedom, so much space and your family to share it with. If that wasn't enough though, the beautiful golden sea of clouds beneath Sahrotaar's belly was absolutely breathtaking. It's hues ranging from the brillant gold to a soft pink as the sun continued it journey in ushering in the night sky. You understood why Odahviing told you that the flight of dragons is an ability to envy, however you also wondered if your friend ever though that he'd be flying beside not one, but two of the dragonblood...as well as your love's three faithful companions. At the time of your meeting, you never would've predicted it. In fact you likely would've scoffed and dismissed the notion as ramblings of a madman.

However you were quite happy your fate was so unpredictable. Who knows what else is ahead?