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P.S. I am apologizing now for the flipping between present and past tense throughout this story, I was trying to show how different he sees the world... It won't happen again. Special thanks to Prickly_Panda for suffering while editing.
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Her breathing is laboured, her chest heaves. Drops of sweat glistened like drops of dew in the morning light and vanish. He can smell her. A deep shuddering breath vibrates his whole form.
He likes her scent. His eyes narrow to mere slits as he glares down at her. He should be offended... yet... he is intrigued...
She arched beneath him, her legs spread wide, her hand moving faster, rubbing his saliva into her skin feverishly. He feels the transformation happening before he can stop it. Black clouds swirl over his form and he shrinks in on himself. His curiosity cannot be ignored.
He is already standing over her, his mouth parted when her green eyes meet his. She sits, he drops to his knees. They stare at each other for a long moment before she collides with him. Her tusk sink into his throat, he can feel his blood flowing into her mouth.
A savage snarl escaped his mouth as he reciprocated, sinking his own fangs into her green skin. The taste has his eyes rolling into the back of his head. She was exquisite. She moaned against him, her hand reaching down and grabbing him by his erection. Thick fingers wrapping tightly around the base of his shaft and tugged at him hard .
He allows her to pull him on top of her, giving her the illusion of control. He knew exactly what she wanted of him. Her muscular legs wrapped around his waist and force him closer to her core. He is impressed by her strength and growled his approval.
However, the dragon in him does not give her submission long. She released his throat in time for him to rear up over her and flip her over. She growls like an orc, he shoves her head down into the snow, sneering at the offensive noises she makes. She is not using the right voice. This aggregates him.
"You are a dragon," he snarled, positioning himself behind her, her heat burns him, "Use your voice."
She is beyond understanding him. The Dragonborn moaned and raised her muscular, green ass higher, trying to tempt him. He touches her with his penis, feeling her wetness, her warmth. She makes another orcish noise and he bares his teeth.
It annoys him that he is curious. That he actually wants this. He glanced down at her inviting ass, his teeth lengthened, red eyes flaring.
He pushes into her, rough and hard. She grunts as he hilts himself in her warmth. The Skyrim cold ignored as he begins rutting into her. She shoves back against him, urging him deeper.
A snarl rips from his throat. Her white light blinds him as he digs his claws into her green hips. He rides her hard, forcing her to take all of him without mercy, without care.
She tries to raise herself up to her knees, he shoves her face back down in the snow hard. He growls, the sound deep in chest, his entire body vibrates with the sheer force of it.
A moan of pleasure before she attempts again. He bared his teeth and leaned over her, his hands brace on either side of her head. He uses his entire body to keep her down. She fights.
His teeth sink into the meat of her shoulder. She screams, her cunt clenches tightly around him before she soaks him in her orgasm. He does not pause, and she keens louder as he continues rutting against her.
Her blood tastes unlike anything he's ever had. He can see her life as he swallows another mouthful. He can see her scorn and feel her disgust at her own people. Clanless she had called herself, it was apt. She belongs to no one.
He can see her future too. His tongue lashes against her mangled skin, milking her for more of that delicious blood.
She will defeat him. He can see it, on the mountain where he'd been banished once before. She will turn the tide of war in the favour of man... that will not happen.
He continues to ravage her body as he feeds on her essence. She barely struggles now, the flight all but gone from her. He is dissatisfied that she seems at her limit already..
She moans as he pulls away from her and flips her into her back. He wants to look into her eyes. His lips are covered in her blood, she does not draw away from the contact, instead she put a green hand to the back of his neck and pulls him down to her.
He tensed when she kissed him, tasting herself on him. For a brief moment, he hesitates. He stares into the green of her eyes, a moment longer than he should.
Briefly, he turns tender. He is gentle as he re-entered her warmth. The dragon in him is disgusted that she growls like an Orc.
He watches her as he sees what has yet to past. She will follow him to Sovngarde, and defeat him there, amidst the souls of the departed. She will become the hero of Skyrim, and slayer of Alduin. He will prevent this.
Her head turns and she licks at his ear. He shudders briefly before meeting her green lips with his.
"You disgust me," he whispers against her mouth, seemingly unable to stop himself from fucking her, "A gnat on my shoulder," he growls, she moans and licks at his mouth.
His stomach clench, his pleasure is nigh. He pauses above her, she is soaked, all the snow around them has melted, revealing the green grass beneath. Her body is hot and clammy, yet her legs desperately cling to his waist.
He kisses her deeply, allows himself this one slip. No one would ever learn of this, he would never tell the tale of the Orc Dragonborn that had felled him, And she... he gazed over her facial features a moment... and she won't either.
He waited until his ejaculation ripped through him before he called for her soul. She screamed against mouth in ecstasy, her thighs shook from the effort she put into squeezing his waist, before it all vanished into dust.
Her scream changed tone and died. Her green eyes widened briefly, her white light flared, fought, but was no match for him. Smoke surrounded her and pulled into him, the light surrounding her snuffed out.
He got to his knees and watched impassively as her green skin turned ashen and began peeling away, turning to ash and disappearing on the wind until all that remained was her skeleton.
The wheel had finally turned on the Last Dragonborn. He felt an uncharacteristic pang of regret as he stared down at her skeleton.
He'd claim Skyrim, then the world. Ensure none could stop him, and none would now. Maybe after he was done... he hardened again as he thought of the Dragonborn.
He found himself opening a portal to his realm and tossing all her bones inside. Time was no longer a concern for him, he could wait. Maybe a few centuries inside him would finally transform her into a worthy dragon.
Time would tell.
