Dragon Blood

Chapter 1

Flames. Smoke and flames.

The battlefield was burning with the fire of the dragons. It burned the lungs of warriors and the smoke stung their eyes as they searched for their attackers in the thick grey clouds. Loud roaring echoed across the valley and ringed in the ears of the once large group of dragon hunters of which hadn't been slaughtered by their merciless ex-overlords. Swooping talons snatched a man, the shadow of a large black dragon soaring through the smoke before dropping the man to his death. The rest of the Dragon's cult were black in this smoke, but he was different.

Two ruby red eyes glared through the thick clouds of smoke and emitted a faint red glow in the midst of it.

As she saw this, a young woman ran from cover and attacked him ruthlessly. She slashed, left to right, right to left, over and over until not a single inch of the ground around them wasn't drenched in the Dovah's blood. She'd recognized him as none other than Alduin, Eater of Worlds and the leader of the Dragon Cult. He roared in fury and pain, rearing back on his hind legs and swinging his tail at the mere mortal woman, but she wasn't weak enough to have no battle sense.

Quickly, she jumped over the flailing tail, landing almost flawlessly on the other side and slashing at him from behind.

Alduin was astonished. This woman, this Half Nord woman, had the raw courage and fearlessness to face The Nordic God of Destruction himself. He thrashed his tail again, this time it slammed into her side, sending her flying into a rock. She lay, motionless for a few minutes as Alduin approached her. The woman looked up at him in defeat and pain.

"Go ahead. Kill me. I'm nothing but a petty warrior in this war, like all the others who've met their demise at your claw. What difference would it make if I die now?"

Alduin watched and listened to her basically asking to be killed, surrendering. Her eyes were full of rage, but they seemed passive enough to pacify Alduin to speech.

"You were brave and strong. But just not quite enough. I have been looking for a Joor like you forever, for her to carry my heir. You seem worthy." His voice was surprisingly calm, the occasional pant inbetween words being the only exception. His wounds bled and stung, and that was the first time anyone had gotten that far. The slashes were and swift, deep enough to kill him if they were placed correctly.

She backed against the rock, breathing heavily before doubling over in pain, wincing. Her ribs were cracked from the impact, and she rested a hand on her chest in order to soothe her agonizing pain. Alduin watched her hand lay across her breast but pretended not to notice. There was a silence other than the rest of the dragons roaring at their defeat and the battle cries of those still standing and alive.

Suddenly, Alduin grabbed the woman in his talons, flying off over The Throat Of The World and roaring into the air to warn others away from his future mate. She attempted to writhe in his grip, but her injured state prevented her from doing so, and she instead writhed in pain.

Alduin landed outside Skuldafn. The stone structure shook slightly as the large male dragon landed with his mate and moved away from her to give her some space.

"You. You will bare my Heir." His voice was deeper and almost serpentine as he turned away, flying off.

A few weeks passed and the woman was almost back on her feet. Her ribs ached dully and her back was entirely bruised. Alduin still hadn't returned, but she didnt mind. Instead, she explored every part of Skuldafn. Every puzzle, every room, every tower and every corridor.  Not one inch of the ancient Nordic ruin was left unscathed by her curious eyes. Eventually, her curiosities almost lead her to her death. As she approached the top of a tall staircase, she spotted a swirl of colours. Purple, white, yellow and blue mixed together and danced around like magic. She walked up a little further, intrigued by their beauty and what their source may be.

However, she quickly found a figure, cloaked in brown rags and wearing a mask. The mask was engraved and looked incredibly valuable. It had no eye holes, but she could feel it's baring eyes burning into her soul. Six other ancient dragons perched above them on stone pillars, watching her.
Quickly, she ducked behind a pillar, waiting for the priest to either attack or leave so she can run.

It floated up another nearby staircase that seemed to lead into a hole in the ground, which was where the vibrant colours originated from. There, a long staff stood upright in a hole that looked like it was specifically designed to hold that specific staff. As he reached and took the staff, the colours were no more. The 'portal' closed in on itself and the majestic atmosphere disappeared, as did she.

Alduin returned to her a few hours after that, bringing with him a large Mammoth. The mammoth's throat had been sliced open and it's blood dripped a large trail behind wherever Alduin flew. She gasped at the sight and froze in shock. Was this a sort of warning? Was he threatening her? She was vunerable now, after all. No weapon, no armor, and her health conditions weren't far from unstable.

"I brought you this. Eat it." He ordered. She looked at him, then at the mammoth. The poor thing's eyes were still open, and held fear deep inside them. He'd killed this poor animal after torturing it, she could tell. No animal dies in fear unless it sees it coming.

Alduin grew impatient at her hesitation.

"EAT!" He ordered again, a lot louder. The woman covered her ears and winced at the sheer loudness of his voice, then picked up a knife from nearby. She cut off its trunk and began slicing it into smaller pieces, before cooking it on a nearby fire. The meat was surprisingly nice. It was chewy and succulent, each bite was a dream to her as she hadn't eaten a proper meal for over two weeks.

Alduin watched her closely, ensuring that no sly moves were made against him while she ate. As she finished, the dragon suddenly pounced on the woman and dragged her into a quiet corner of the ruin. She squirmed out of shock and tried to push away from the large dragon, but he kept a firm grip on her. 

As he reached the corner, the woman quickly realised that the ground here was soft. It was cushioned with straw and luxurious furs. He lay her down gently and sniffed her. She froze, uncomfortable. The dragon was invading her personal space, sniffing and nuzzling subtly over her body. Finally, he lowered his head and sniffed her lower abdomen, then below that...

The woman tried to kick him away, but her injuries were just too painful. Instead, she curled into a small ball, clutching at her lower stomach. The black dragon saw this as an opportunity and kept sniffing in places that he couldn't before.

With a quick sneeze, Alduin reared up onto his hind legs and nuzzled his Soon-to-be mate.

"Is everything alright? I know you feel pain, but I can make you feel better." He comforted. Strangely enough, his soft words soothed her pain away and she propped herself up against a cushion.

"Now. Do you wish to proceed?" He licked his lips and lowered himself again, sniffing the air. The woman flinched a little. What did he mean by proceed? What had he done?

"H-Huh?" She cocked her head to one side in confusion and curled into a tighter ball. Alduin simply yawned and flexed his leg, revealing his sharp talons. With one swift swipe, the remains of her clothes gathered around her like a puddle. It was barely a second before the Half Nord woman began to grow cold, and Alduin soon fixed that.

His tail curled around her, protecting her from the bitter cold.

"You know, I don't like my mates getting cold. It prevents them from performing as well as they would normally~"

The woman was shocked at this. His tone was almost flirtatious. Is that even possible? Erotic dragons?

With a few minutes of flirty comments, the large black dragon lead the confused woman into a nearby den, where he mated with her. She was asleep by the end, but Alduin didn't want to risk losing her as he knew she'd be bearing his child soon. Quickly, he dragged a claw in a circular motion across her back, cutting the flesh. The adrenaline of their previous mating session, however, prevented her from feeling anything but a scratch.

There, she slept beside Skyrim's most feared, having just mated with him. Soon, Alduin also slept next to the woman who wanted to kill him a week or so ago. Turns out opposites do attract after all...