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The Arrogance of Alduin For Linkin Monroe By Draconicon

The power of an Elder Scroll was the one thing that Alduin feared, so, of course, it was the one thing that the mortals decided to use against him. The great dragon fell through the portal that they wrenched open in the fabric of reality, roaring all the way.

"Fools! Imbeciles! I will destroy you all upon my return! You will feel the wrath of the dragon god. I will -"

The rip in time and space closed above him, and he fell in silence. Only his roars filled his ears, as nothing else lived to hear him or respond. It enraged him further, and he flailed as he fell, and fell, and fell through the nothingness that lay between the worlds.

Were it anything but an Elder Scroll, he might have escaped. The binding power of the Scroll, to see all possibilities that were and could be, held him too tightly, its power snuffing out every magic that he summoned and every breath that he took. Every word he muttered was stifled, and only his impotent screams of rage were allowed freedom.

He fell for hours before a possibility occurred. The power of the Scroll bound the reality of Nirn itself...but what of the places outside of it?

It was risky, but Alduin knew of a truth known only to the Aedra and the Daedra. The realms of Oblivion were but reflections of Mundus, and Mundus was but one world of many. The scrolls bound what happened there...but could they stop him from leaving it, and pursuing something somewhere else?

It was his only chance, with the power that bound him. So the World-Eater opened his maw and whispered.

The cutting sound left his lips, and a rip opened in the side of the spiraling vortex. Heat poured through, and he threw himself out. Anything, anything was better than the everlasting captivity of this empty cell.

He fell, and this time, he could see the ground. Alduin threw out his arms, the leathery flaps of his wings snapping tight in the process, and the heat from below buoyed him in a way that the winds of Skyrim never had. The dragon soared above the great, sandy plains, shaking his head as his scales started to reflect the heat away from him. A shout broke the air, and he was protected, the power of his magic surrounding him and providing a shield against the heat from below.

Still, he supposed he should be grateful. Such a long fall had left him tired, and his wings were not as strong as they once were. Rips from the fight stood out among the thinner membrane, and if it weren't for the great warmth buoying him, he doubted that he would have been able to stay aloft as easily as he was.

But where was he?

This is not my world, for certain, he thought as he looked about. Nowhere in Tamriel, in Mundus in general, looked like this. He hadn't expected it to - it was the only way to escape, after all - but he had hoped for some similarities. Instead, he looked out upon a vast, broken land, with great spires of sandy rock shooting up and cracks in the earth that led down to molten rock and stone. Here and there, tiny people of green and blue darted about, rushing to shelter, but he wasn't interested in them.

Not yet, anyway.

Alduin floated down, riding the heatwaves towards the earth until he alighted on one of the larger, raised rocks. His hind-legs slid for a moment until his claws found purchase, and he slowly lowered his forelegs down to keep his grip as he looked about.

It was a desert, and yet not a desert at the same time. In the distance, he could see something green, and further in another direction, mountains. Yet here, here, the ground was broken and the earth tossed about, with no sign of any rhyme or reason to it. It was as if the earth itself had declared a rebellion upon the rest of the world and destroyed itself in protest, making it almost unlivable in this one place.

His claws scratched against the rock as he shook his head. This was a different world to the one that he was used to...but he was the World-Eater. What world existed that could defy him?

With a growl, he reared his head back and shouted to the sky.

"Strun Bah Qo!"

A burst of energy shot from his mouth towards the heavens, and clouds that had not been there began to gather, centering above his head. The dark dragon smirked. A desert this might be, but in a few days, his power would drench it, would transform it. The earth might rebel, but it was nothing against the power of the sky.

As the clouds began darken, he felt a shudder beneath his feet. He dismissed it. After all, what earthquake could threaten a true dragon? What power of the ground could harm something with wings? He was more interested in the building power of the clouds, seeing the flickering of gathering lightning.

Let this world see my power, and tremble. There is nothing like me, nor will there ever -

He had one warning. A shadow from above and behind took away the light, like the dragons of Skyrim. Too experienced with betrayal to miss it, Alduin leaped to the sky.

It almost wasn't enough. Heat and molten rock, lava and fire poured upon the stone he'd taken as a perch, and as he turned in mid-air, he saw it turning into a puddle, burned and melted by the powerful heat. His eyes widened at the ferocity, but where -

"What be you, oh dragonling, to speak such power in my domain?"

The voice came from above, even higher than him, and as Alduin looked up, a great terror pushed its head through the clouds that he'd summoned. A dragon, yet not a dragon, with a face of metal and scales and a mouth with a lower jaw jutting forward, and teeth that glimmered as lava spilled past them. It dripped, solidified, and melted again with its own pure heat, creating boulders and fire that rained before him.

And yet, Alduin wasn't afraid. He only glared, flapping his wings to bring him higher.

"You know not of the World-Eater? I am Alduin, god and father of all dragons! You will submit, and lend me your power. Your body and soul is mine to command, my right to direct!"

"You, pitiful dragonling? You believe that your power is in any way superior to mine?"

"Submit! Slen Los Zaarn!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, the power of his Voice streaking through the sky. It was the same words that commanded any dragon that he found to submit to him. It had slowed Parthuurnax and had nearly broken him, giving him the chance to smash down the weakened dragon. It had wielded power of all those that tried to betray him. It would do the same to this upstart.

The wave of his Voice shot through the air, and dissipated as soon as it struck the other dragon's face. Alduin nearly lost the beat of his wings in shock, and fell a few feet in the air.

How? How is this possible? You are -

"Slen Los -"

"I tire of your voice, dragonling."

The clouds broke as the dragon thrust himself through it, and Alduin finally saw his true size. Scales bonded together by glinting metal hid a body that was as much lava and fire as it was anything else. Bigger by him by a huge degree, the other dragon slammed into him before he could move, and they fell through the sky towards the sands below.

Alduin used every shout that he had, from the summoning of fire to the breathing of ice, yet nothing loosed the hold of the other dragon upon him. He fell, and fell, and this time, there was a most sudden stop.

CRACK!

Alduin's body arched as he slammed into sand and rock, his body aching from head to tail, but even then it wasn't enough. The bigger dragon leaned in, the tip of his snout dragging along the World-Eater's neck. Alduin felt the flames and the lava dripping around him, and even with his strength, it scorched at his scales, burning them painfully.

Desperately, he wrenched his head around, trying to bite -

"AGHHHHH!"

He roared as two of his teeth broke upon the metal that covered the scales. What was this? His teeth had pierced ebony armor, and had rent holes in the material of the daedra. How was it possible for anything to stop him?

The bigger dragon chortled under his breath.

"You are a beast of fire, I see. You will serve me well."

"I serve none! I am Alduin! I am -"

"You are a lowly dragonling with no idea to whom you speak. You call yourself World-Eater. I see no such thing before me. I see a mewling, pathetic creature that does not know that he speaks to the one that made this world. The one that shapes it, controls it, rules it. I am Deathwing, the World-Breaker. I have ended the lives of hundreds of dragons and many flights of them. I have broken demons, slain races, and burned the world until it became nothing but scorched stone and sand. This land is my domain.

"You are nothing before me, wyrmling. You are a plaything, at most. And that, not even a good one."

Alduin roared in defiance, but it swiftly became a gasp as he was flipped over and pinned by the bigger dragon's weight. It was impossible to squirm free, particularly with claws placed against the membranes of his wings. The slightest movement would be enough to rip through them, leaving him not only earth-bound but paralyzed from flying for years.

He could feel the weight and size of the other dragon now, and realized just how much trouble he was in. For the second time in centuries, millennia, Alduin felt a twinge of fear. Deathwing was bigger than him, two or three times bigger than him, and his bulk was something that would have destroyed anything that he had seen man or Daedra create back home.

His power was useless here, somehow. The Voice of the dragon was not the same as his creatures back home, and his Voice, while still having power, had no effect upon the might of the creature behind him.

He grunted as he was shoved into the sand, his head almost sinking into it from the pressure from behind.

"I have power! You will regret what you're doing, when I raise the dead to fight you!"

"The dead already walk, wyrmling. They are nothing to me."

"I will summon the dead you have killed. The dragons you've destroyed -"

"Will burn again, if they defy me."

"I'll turn the weather against you, restore what you've destroyed."

"And I will destroy it again. And again. There is no end of my power, small one. You will learn this now, or you will learn this later, but you will learn this."

Alduin growled, trying to push himself up, but again he was shoved down, and this time, he felt Deathwing's tail pulling his hind end up.

He...he wouldn't!

But it seemed that what any other dragon would have balked at, Deathwing took as a casual thing. Lava and stone fell around Alduin's sides and hindquarters, and quickly solidified into solid, thick rock. It bound him in place, even locking his tail off to the side and keeping his hind legs in place.

And then...he felt it.

Hot and wet already, a thick shaft pressed under his tail, working its way further and further towards his hole. The World-Eater did something that he had literally never done before.

He whimpered.

"You feel your place, then, wyrmling?"

"This is not my place! Let me free, and fight me properly!"

"You had your chance. You wasted it with foolish, ineffectual words. Now, feel the might of a true dragon."

The first thrust stole his breath away, punching it out of his lungs as the heated shaft slammed through whatever resistance he'd managed to put up. Alduin could only gasp for breath, his stomach aching as though he'd been kicked in the gut, and he felt as though he had blacked out for a moment.

That was the only reason he could think of for why Deathwing was standing over him rather than merely holding him down when he opened his eyes again. The great beast was not only taller than him, but longer, with the fiery metal dragon stretching a good half a body length ahead of him, perhaps even further.

And that rod...

Alduin winced at the slightest movements from the dragon above him, coughing and spitting as the rod moved around in his hole. It ached and burned, feeling like it was forcing him open in the most painful of ways. The heat coming off of it was nothing compared to the heat above him, and were he not a dragon of great power, he knew that he would have been incinerated by the boundless fires.

His captor took a step, and feet of dragonhood slipped inside of him. No, not slipped, because that would have been easy, perhaps even pleasurable. They were forced inside of him, dragging their way in, forcing him open more and more. Alduin sliced through the sand with his claws, trying to pull himself free, but the stone bindings held him secure.

"Let...let me..."

"You will do as you are told, wyrmling. Be silent, or I will bury your head in the stone and burn it. You have one use. Do not make me consider that you are useless for this as well."

It was only the thought that his soul might not reach Sovngard if he died here that kept him from responding. Alduin dared not let himself be killed completely, not when he had finally escaped the Elder Scroll, not without exacting his vengeance upon them. He needed to stay alive. He needed to survive.

So he was silent - or as silent as he could be - as Deathwing rocked himself back and forth, gradually grinding that little bit more of his rod deeper into the World-Eater's rump. It took everything he had to silence the whimpers of pain, and even then, he couldn't get away from the feeling of being violated, of being held down and 'used' as he had done to hundreds of dragons in his time.

In, out, in, out. Every single time, it pushed him open a little bit further, leaving him that little bit more used to it. Alduin craved those slow adjustments, taking any lessening of the pain as a point of victory for him, a reminder of his own strength.

Yet, at the same time...

He could feel his own shaft gradually eking out, getting larger as the pain diminished. The World-Eater buried his head in the sand, trying to avoid thinking about it, but it was impossible. The sensitive flesh almost seemed to 'sweat' from the heat around it, and it was most definitely starting to drip.

Particularly as Deathwing bottomed out in him.

The first time it happened, Alduin growled, his mind going blank. His body felt like it would be broken from it, but at the same time, he couldn't fade. He couldn't let go of the world around him, not if he wanted to survive. He gasped, panting for breath.

Deathwing, however, would not let him have the moment he needed. The great dragon pulled back and did it again, and again, slamming from tip to base with the ferocity of a true male, slamming in harder and harder each time. Alduin couldn't catch his breath or his thoughts, and his own shaft continued to throb with each rough pound, driving him into the sand and into his rocky bindings harder and harder. He struggled to catch his breath, to hold onto some form of his dignity -

But it was impossible. The World-Breaker was as relentless as he was mighty, and Alduin soon felt the shame of cumming upon the sands.

He covered his head as much as he could, hoping that Deathwing wouldn't notice, but there was no hiding his shame from the larger dragon.

"Wyrmlings have no control, and you show it."

The dragon growled, trying to find something to say, but again his breath was stolen away by that deep thrust. He couldn't breathe more than a few gasps at a time, barely enough to keep conscious, let alone actually protest what was happening to him.

Deathwing chuckled.

"Let us see how long your pride can last."

Two days, four hours, and twenty minutes.

That was how long Alduin was able to hold out from the relentless use of the bigger dragon, how long he was able to hold onto his pride and his dignity, what little was left of it. The sand turned to mud beneath the orgasms that his captor forced on him, and his body was never given a rest.

The only respite he was allowed was when Deathwing left him, walking off to deal with other bodily functions, and even then, it was less than a few minutes at a time. The dragon - no, the World-Breaker, for dragon didn't seem a title sufficient for him - used him constantly, forcing Alduin's body to adapt or break.

And adapt it did. By the end of the first day, he felt too empty when the other dragon pulled out to do other things, and by the middle of the second, he didn't need the bindings. He was too eager to continue, though he still disguised it under the guise of surviving and pleasing the other dragon for his own continued existence.

But at the end of his time, his body was truly broken, his mind shattered, and everything adapted to Deathwing's needs.

His hole gaped as he waddled at the side of the other dragon, pulled through the sands by a leash of molten rock towards the great holes that led down beneath the earth. Deathwing loomed over him, and smirked as Alduin tried to pull together words. Nothing came to mind, until -

"Speak your words to the chasms, wyrmling. Tell them what you have learned in your time under me."

"My..."

"Say it in your words. I feel the power in them; bind yourself to me properly, and perhaps, perhaps, you will one day be suited for something other than rutting."

The implications hit him, and nearly led him to refusal. The power of the Voice was power over reality. Should he say what he learned - that his place was beneath Deathwing - then he would be binding himself with his own power. There would never be an escape for him, never be something that he could come up with, some betrayal that might destroy the only threat to his power that he'd ever seen of this magnitude.

Yet, a single look from the bigger dragon - and the continued, aching emptiness under his tail - was the straw that broke the back of his pride. Slowly, the former dragon god leaned forward, and called out to the chasms.

"Alduin Los Zaam Do Deathwing!"

He felt the power fall over him, and he collapsed to the ground as his own power bound him as a slave to the bigger dragon. No sooner had he fallen than Deathwing stretched over him, forelegs bridging the gap over the chasm as his great shaft pressed underneath Alduin's tail.

He pushed it up immediately. There was no denying the power of the true god of the dragons.

The End