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He hears her gasp when the torchbugs finally wake up en masse. The light brightens even the darkness corners, casting a bronze glow over everything. He does not move. He can see the white glow that is the Dragonborn through the walls of his cavern.
She eventually joins him in his den. Her eyes widen drastically as she sees him and her arousal increases. There is no mistaking it now. She lusts for him. He raises his head from the bed and focuses on her. His nostrils flare.
He says nothing as she approaches deliberately, her green eyes wide. He growls slowly, it is non-threatening. The silence turned deafening.
"So it's true..." she trailed off, staring at him. Her heart is beating faster, she is agitated.
" Yes ." He does not move.
"Why did you not tell me?" She frowned, her tusk moving slightly. His eyes focus on the movement.
" I did ," he reminds her.
"Stop speaking that nonsense I don't understand," she snapped, suddenly irritated. She strides towards him angrily.
He does not show surprise though he is. His massive heart beats faster for two heart beats but settles. She does not smell of fear. Arousal and anger swirl around her, her white aura brightens. He opens his mouth and salivates before snorting a blast of air and smoke in her direction. It does not slow her. Her wounds do not slow her.
It disgusts him that she does not understand his words. "Dovahzul," he corrects, watching her stalk towards him.
"Change back to the human," she orders as she stops within ten feet of him, she stands straighter. Her hears the blood rushing from her muscles as she tenses. Adrenaline seeps from her pores. He can smell the sweat and blood that cling to her skin as though his face was buried against her.
Bold. His eyes narrow and he gets to his feet deliberately. He spreads his wings wider, encompassing the bed beneath his claws, emphasizing his sheer size. He growls, low. There is no competition between them, he bares his teeth, curling his lips so that she can better see his fangs.
A twinge of fear tickled his nostrils, she does not back away, her eyes narrow and she growls at him. Brave. She stands her ground facing him. Her control over her fear pleases him. A true dovah does not submit until forced.
He admits curiosity at her demands.
His body begins to shrink in on itself. Black smoke and blinding light erupted around him. She has to close her eyes. She holds her breath.
He straightens. He tilts his head to the side and narrows his eyes at her. Her green eyes narrow back as she focuses on him. Her eyes travel down his body and back to his face. Her arousal has increased.
He stills. His hands fisting at his side as she approaches him. She does not stumble as she steps onto his mattress. She stops within two feet of him, her tusk moves. Her eyes wander down his body again. There is appreciation in the green depths.
"This is going to be easier than I thought," she says to him, a smirk to her lips.
His eyes narrow but before he can contemplate what she is insinuating, she punches him in the face hard.
This surprises him, and he does not have time to recover before she knocks the legs out from beneath him. He landed on his back, the air knocked from his lungs. She straddled his chest, the fur on her legs tickled against his bare skin. She is heavier than he expected. The scent of her arousal is pungent now.
He makes to sit up. She punches him again, blood explodes from his nose. His blood, his heartbeat increases but not with ire. He sits up again and bodily tosses her from him. She rolls away but is back on her feet within seconds. He growls as she smirks at him. The bronze glow of the room makes her skin shimmer.
Her speed and strength surprised him. She does not move like one who is wounded. He ignores the blood leaking from his nostrils and gets to his knees. She towers over him. His muscles tense, the blood rushes from his heart feeding is arms and legs with nourishing blood. He can feel the heat pooling in his groin but he ignores it.
Her eyes wander down his physique again. He does not show his confusion as she begins removing her fur armour. Alduin narrows his eyes to mere slits as he watches her strip. She wears no smalls beneath her armour. Her nipples are pierced with what look like teeth, his nostrils flare. Sabre cat teeth. A belt of small bones adorns her muscular waist.
Presumptuous. He snorts and bares his teeth at her, a low animalistic growl emitting from his chest. She does not stop advancing as she rolls her leggings downwards over her hips. He stills completely now. She is as bare as he is. His eyes locked on her inner thighs and the moisture he sees covering them.
He snapped his teeth together to prevent his tongue from licking at the air. Her odour permeates his senses. Her blood, sweat and arousal surround him. He will not admit that he is intrigued, nor does he understand why he is so tense. Her white aura brightens considerably the more she approaches.
Her heart is hammering in her chest. A feral growl emits from her lips and she launches herself at him again. The sweat makes her slippery in his hands, and before he can toss her again, she wraps herself around him like a snake. Her arms around his neck. Her head snaps back and she rammed her forehead into his nose. More blood.
He snarls and just as his Voice is about to explode from his lips, she bites on his bottom lip and then proceeds to lick his blood from his face, the action reminiscent of something in his past. This stills him until she uses her leverage to drop him back onto his back. He allows it this time, surprised by her consumption of his blood.
"You're mine now," she hissed, her eyes narrowing down at him, her tusk moving. She straddles him. Her body sliding down his own until her genitals are sitting on his own. Her one hand is at his throat, squeezing while the other reaches between her legs to grab his penis. This causes him to arch uncontrollably.
His eyes narrow even further. Hers? He ignores her actions and tries to sit up again. She has the gall to laugh at him and headbutts him again. "Stop fighting me and submit!" She snarls at him.
Submit? His eyes begin to glow with feral light. " I submit to no one !"
He Shouts the word for the portal of Ashpit to open. It appears beside them, surrounding them in a purple-blue glow. She is still astride him, his member in her hand when he sits up again and grabs her with both arms. Her eyes widen but she makes no noise as he bodily tosses her from his body into the open Oblivion gate.
The portal pulsates for a moment before the gate closes, leaving him alone. Her scent still surrounds him. He is confused, bleeding, his eyes glance down at his groin, he frowns, and aroused.
He bares his teeth and growls at nothing in particular.
