An Age passed, and then a second. Time moved differently for dragons, and centuries drift unnoticed.
Inside his mountain, Helvete was silent, the torchbugs sleeping in the darkness. He could hear the sound of the thunder, and feel the lightning that forked outside in his realm of night.
Cobwebs cover old bones that lie discarded, scattered and forgotten. Glowing, red eyes narrowed to mere slits in the blackness. His fists clenched at his side, fangs gritted. He hesitated, a pause that he noticed. The upper lip curled back in disdain before they parted and he Shouted.
"Slen Tiid Vo!" The blast from the words of power send the old bones dispersing like twigs in a storm. Life rushed past his teeth, he felt her presence leave his body, a tear at his immortal soul.
A whirlwind of sparkles and visible air twirled the bones, levitating them and bringing them together. They clashed against each other, connecting correctly. Musculature and veins formed over the building skeleton, organs appeared, her heart pumped, blood flowed.
Grass green eyes exploded into being, a tongue built and she yelled, the first sound in Ages. He grimaced at the orcish noise she made. Displeasure crossed his features, he is disgusted that her mer overpowered her dragon.
He stood unmoving as she thrashed on the ground, screaming and flopping. It took a few more moments before she was fully remade and laying on her back with her limbs akimbo, naked, her eyes wide. Her toned body was covered in a glistening sheen of sweat. His nostrils flared uncontrollably, her tangy musk was heavy in the air, and he licked at the roof of his closed mouth. He could taste her already.
His cock thickened, readying for the mating act. His hands tightened at his side as he stared down at her in the gloom. Strong, muscular legs folded up, he watched as she flexed her calf muscles. And then, she surprised him.
She Shouted. The Thu'um sent an ancient thrill down his spine, directly into his groin. Tension spread across his entire body as he prepared for battle, straightening to his full height. His heart gave two wild beats before he controlled it, and subdued it. The Orc had used Aura Whisper. Her dragon called to him.
"Dragonborn." He exaggerated the growl in his voice, and he let his darkness surround her, reminding her who he was.
She gasped and her eyes found him, the dovahzul highlighting his form perfectly for her. His gaze brightened, and he stared back intently.
"You!" Her face transformed, the tempo of his heart increased again as she jumped to her feet, her features twisted in anger. He lowered his head and bared his fangs, the threatening rumble started in his chest, and turned into a full blown roar.
She bellowed back, her orcish voice a veritable offense against his sensitive ears. Centuries within him and she had not learned, she used the filth that irritated him. He debated briefly calling her soul back into his body when she launched herself at him, her berserk rage unleashed in all its glory.
Her limbs wrapped around his larger frame, powerful legs closed about his waist, his arms encircled her. He planted his feet, but staggered as she smashed her half bald head into his. His bones can not break, but cartilage in his nose was not impervious. Pain is felt momentarily and he is stunned, his blood ran into his mouth, and down his neck.
A calloused palm grabbed his shoulder for leverage as she punched him hard in the head with her other hand. He snarled and turned around rapidly to smash her against the wall behind him. She grunted as the air was knocked out of her, her legs tightened around his waist. Her arms locked about his neck, he pushed her against the wall harder, rock crumbled and cracked behind her back. He wanted to ground into her but she was too high on his body.
Her arousal surrounded him and the lubricant from her wet cunt smeared against his abdomen. The heat hardened his dick more, he roared directly into her face, both of his hands were flattened against the rock on either side of her. He moved them to her hips deliberately and shifted her roughly downward against the wall.
There was no hesitation on his part, and she screamed as plunged his cock deep into her damp pussy. Her back arched, her hands grabbed two handfuls of his black hair and pulled. He bared his fangs at her, his hips working her into the rock furiously. She gyrated, her muscular legs pulling him against her just as ardently.
One arm moved, the elbow locking behind his neck, pulling his head in close to her chest, the fingers in his hair tightened. A savage green gaze fixated on him. "Stop and I will rip your head off."
Her threat excited him. He turned his head into her neck and sank his teeth into her throat. A groan wracked him as her taste filled his mouth, her blood coating his tongue. She was as delicious as he remembered, her vicious snarl filling his ears. He was not disappointed, her cunt milked him hard.
Flashes of her life crowd his vision but he ignored them this time. There was nothing for her to stop. Skyrim was already subjugated to his will, his dragons had spread all across Tamriel. Everything was his.
Including her.
She keened as he pulled away from the wall and dropped to his knees on the floor, but a second passed before she was on her back with him thrusting deeply from between her thighs. He reared over her, breaking her hold on him, his large hands grabbing her by the knees. She moaned as he pushed her legs up into her chest, her heels supported on his shoulders as he folded over her.
There were no Elder Scrolls to locate, there were no visions she could follow. No prophecies to fulfill, no destinies to find. His plan for the last Dragonborn was a simple one. He would indulge this sick fascination he had for her. Five centuries he had waited to bring her back, and her power was still such that he was rutting against her like a pathetic, weak youngling.
He could feel his stomach tensing, his testes tightening. He was nigh. The blood from his nose dribbled onto her body, speckling her green skin with his scent. Marking her.
She was never leaving Helvete, he would kill her again before he would be parted from this savage orsimer. He was about to tell her so when her hand grabbed his throat. The shock of her fingers digging into his Adam's apple brought him to ejaculate.
Her cunt clenched on him and her white aura brightened beneath him. "I will kill you if you think you can leave me," she threatened, her voice hoarse, "You're coming with me next time."
He roared his release, his hips pounding into hers, she followed him, her orgasm soaking him. His mouth descended over hers possessively, he swallowed her grunts of pleasure. Their blood mingled on her lips, her tusk had turned crimson, and he growled in satisfaction, completely ignoring the fact that she was trying to intimidate him. She thought herself his equal, he wanted to keep her beneath him.
"Brave words," he purred, nuzzling the bleeding bite mark at her throat, "I am eternal."
"True words," she corrected him, and her tusk lifted in a smile, "I've killed plenty of eternal shit."
Alduin smirked as he looked down at her in mild surprise. She had understood him. Her soul had merged with his and she had gained his understanding of dovahzul.
This pleased him.
