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The Dovahkiin's Lair

By Lostsoul666

The Dragonborn slid off his horse Shadowmere, and readied himself for the task ahead. He was now standing just outside the entrance to a cave that he had been looking for, for some time now he had been planning this little outing. He had scouted the area beforehand, and now that he was prepared, he ventured forth into the darkness.

After a while of walking through the cave, taking care of a small den of Skeevers along the way he came to an opening that emanated a strange but almost inviting warmth, as an Argonian, his kind were naturally cold-blooded, being the reptilian race of Black Marsh, his kind needed warmth, especially in a place as cold and unforgiving as Skyrim.

As the Dragonborn approached the opening, he used the muffle spell so that his dragon-plate boots didn't make much sound he snuck forward until he saw what he was looking for. The Dragonborn came to a large cavern that was dimly lit by the light that came in from somewhere high up in the cavern, but what really caught his attention was the large dragon egg that was nestled in the middle.

The Dragonborn decided to make this quick as he stood and walked towards the egg, he took Volendrung from its holster on his back and he readied the mighty hammer, ready to smash the egg and no doubt, crush the hatchling in the process, the Dragonborn was within striking distance and raised the hammer above his head and was ready to kill the beast before it hatched.

"Dovahkiin!"

A powerful voice almost thundered from above. The Dragonborn's alert greenie-yellow eyes snapped upwards towards the direction of the voice and jumped back with his tail twitching from side to side, never losing his grip on Volendrung. He looked up at the grey coloured dragon that was now descending from the top of the large cavern; it was powerful and vicious, no different from the others that had fallen to him.

The dragon landed just behind the egg, "Dovahkiin," the dragon started, but there was an unexpected tone of pleading. The Dragonborn was slightly confused, but he kept his alert gaze on the dragon. He knew the dragons were smart, clever and this one could be trying trick him, so he kept his guard up.

"Dovahkiin, please, don't kill my hatchling." The dragon gently said with the same tone of pleading, giving the Dragonborn a look that seemed to be genuine.

The Dragonborn was now confused. Why in the name of the Great Hist wasn't this dragon trying to kill him?

"Why are you not coming over here to try and stop me?" The Dragonborn hissed coolly.

"I have heard of you, Dovahkiin," The dragon replied with the dragon equivalent of a frown, but surprisingly, it continued to speak with a twinge of fear in its voice, "I know better than to fight you."

The Dragonborn smirked briefly, but it quickly faded, the Dragonborn had taken up a more honourable job since he had first been tricked by the former Thieves Guild master, Mercer Frey, whose decapitated body still lies in Irkingthand. And then he was betrayed by the leader of the Dark Brotherhood, Astrid, just because the Night Mother spoke to him, and named him Listener, which ended up with him almost being killed by the Penitus Oculatus, and it also lead to the near elimination of the Dark Brotherhood altogether, just because Astrid wanted to keep her leadership of the 'family'. The Dragonborn growled momentarily under his breath at that memory, since then he had joined the Companions in Whiterun, and had taken up the way of the warrior, this seemed to suit him better. Besides that, hearing that the dragon was afraid to fight him was like music to him.

"Why then, dragon, do you want to protect this hatchling?" The Dragonborn questioned. The dragon was male, although, male and female dragons were very similar, he didn't think that dragons cared for their young.

"Dovahkiin, this is the only thing I have left," The dragon replied, his draconic voice was filled with emotion, "All of my friends, my family, they... they are... dead; slain by you."

The Dragonborn seemed a little shocked and a little remorseful. He searched for something to say to this dragon, "Uhhh, I... I'm sorry to hear that, dragon; but... I didn't hunt them, they attacked me; I was only defending myself." The Dragonborn stated, suddenly feeling unsure of his heroic deeds.

"No Dovahkiin, I understand; I have nothing against you." The dragon replied with a sigh, its body seemed small and weak; the Dragonborn had never expected this, especially not from a dragon of all. Just then, the dragon perked up and looked towards the egg, it was starting to wiggle and make loud cracking noises, which got the attention of the Dragonborn.

The egg started to wiggle about a little more vigorously and was beginning to show large cracks that continued to grow. The egg was hatching!

"Dovahkiin... Please... I beg of you, let my hatchling live." The dragon begged, his voice pleading in its manner. The dragon sounded so pathetic to hear it speak in such a way, the Dragonborn was feeling conflicted and also felt bad about the situation he was in.

The egg eventually hatched, and amongst the fragments of eggshell and slime, was a newborn that was still covered in the slime from the egg. The newborn looked around blearily and it was flapping its wings weakly to shake the slime and remaining fragments of eggshell off. After a few minutes, the hatchling began to beat its wings strongly and began to clumsily to begin with, gain altitude. The Dragonborn put the Hammer of Might down and instinctively drew his bow and knocked an arrow. The dragon stared right at the Dragonborn, silently begging and pleading with him. There was no malice in the dragon' eyes, just a kind of absolute submission.

The Dragonborn couldn't do it, he was no child murderer. He sheathed his bow and picked up Volendrung.

The newborn eventually gained enough strength and it flew a little clumsily from the cave and out into the open world, the adult dragon breathed a sigh of relief. The dragon looked towards the Dragonborn and bowed its head. The Dragonborn was shocked; he hadn't expected this to happen.

"Dovahkiin, you have fulfilled my last request." The dragon stated, and began walking towards the Dragonborn.

The Dragonborn backed up instinctively, as he backed away from the dragon; he felt his back come into contact with the cave's wall. The dragon approached and again, bowed its massive head so that it was at the Dragonborn' armoured feet.

"Dovahkiin, if you wish to take my life, you may do so."

The Dragonborn was shocked by this, he was unsure of what to do for a little while, but he then felt his grip tighten on Volendrung and he raised the mighty hammer above his head ready to strike. He felt his arms become weak, he couldn't find the strength to end the dragon' life. He then lowered the Hammer of Might sighing and sheathed it upon his back.

"No... I will not strike a warrior whilst he is down; I will never kill in cold blood." The Argonian firmly stated. The dragon's eyes opened slowly, and looked up at the powerful warrior.

"Dovahkiin, you have spared the life of my dead mate's hatchling, and you have also spared mine. I can't ever repay your debt, therefore... I belong to you." The dragon stated and it was looking down at the Dragonborn obediently.

The Dragonborn was again, shocked. He looked guardedly up at the dragon, even though his weapon was sheathed, he was ready to rip the Hammer of Might from his back if even the slightest of provocation.

"What? I do not follow." The Argonian said guardedly.

The dragon looked down at him; his posture seemed to be submissive and compliant, "According to the tradition of the dov, any dovah that its life and any other that is very important to it, belongs to the being that saves or spares their life. I am yours now, you may tell me what to do or do as you wish with me."

The Dragonborn raised an eye-ridge and his tail twitched slightly, he didn't quite believe this, deep down he still felt that this was a trick.

"May I... Ride you?" the Argonian questioned, still being guarded about the whole situation.

"Yes master," The dragon replied. It then lowered its head and shoulders to give the Argonian an easy reach up. The Dragonborn was still very hesitant and guarded; the dragon could still be trying to trick him. If the dragon shook him off during the flight...

The Dragonborn shook his head and a little smirk played across his lips, he knew a shout that would protect him from the fall, he could use it if the dragon did decide to shake him off, besides, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

The Dragonborn climbed up onto the dragon' back and settled himself into a comfortable position, hanging onto one of the dragon' large spines. The dragon stood to a much fuller height.

"Are you ready, master?"

"Yes, but please, call me Dovahkriid."

The Dragonborn felt the dragon slightly flinch at his name and the dragon looked back at him and replied, "Yes, Dovahkriid."

"Before we go," The Dragonborn asked, "Why did you flinch at my name? It was the name I was given when I hatched."

"I..." The dragon started, he then sighed, "I do not know how much you know of the dovah language, but your name means 'dragon slayer' in the tongue of the dov."

"I... Oh..." The Dragonborn started but shook his head. He changed the subject slightly and asked, "What is your name?"

The Dragonborn felt the dragon puff his chest out slightly, and with a little bit of pride, he replied, "My name is Sadonstrunviing."

"Wow, that's... quite a mouthful."

The dragon just rumbled quietly to himself and then snorted and walked to the cave's entrance and took to the skies of Skyrim leaving the Dragonborn speechless as he clung to the dragon' spine, beating his wings powerfully as he climbed altitude.

The dragon was soon gliding through the skies, gently flapping his wings every now and then as he rode the thermals. The Argonian looked down in fear and awe at the unforgiving land that splayed out below him for as far the eye could see; even the mountains seemed like hills to the Argonian.

He couldn't help but give a laugh of joy at the amazing experience, and the dragon looked back at the Dragonborn and gave the most genuine smile the Dragonborn had the pleasure of witnessing.

* * *

In a secluded clearing, a very famous Argonian was chopping wood. His muscles hadn't lost any of their strength and he hadn't lost any of his physique either, since he had finished his adventure, saving the land of Skyrim in the process, and was a fine specimen to indeed behold. The Argonian bundled up some of the chopped wood and walked to his home, the Argonian had settled in the cold and unforgiving land of Skyrim. He had made his home in the side of mountain that he had carved out to build his home. He was very wealthy and had built this home. Within, it had a large raised fire pit in the centre that had been built into the large central pillar that rose up to hold the roof of his home up with great oaken beams that splayed out from the great pillar. The only thing that was separate from all of this was the Argonian' sleeping chambers, apart from that, everything was open plan. Above all this was a large chamber that was open to the air and was only accessible if someone was a master climber or for someone that had the ability of flight could enter this way.

He walked to the fire pit and dumped the logs inside; across from him was a dragon that was lying down, looking at the Dragonborn with a smile.

The Argonian gave a nod to the log pile and the dragon obliged him with a small burst of flame that quickly ignited the logs. The Argonian sat next to the fire and gently curled his tail around himself, across from the Argonian was the dragon.

The dragon couldn't stop grinning at the Argonian.

"What's so funny?" the Argonian asked.

"Nothing, Dovahkriid; it's just that I realized that today is the first anniversary since I became yours." The dragon replied with a smirk; eyeing the Argonian with a mischievous look in his eyes.

"Then why are you smiling? Strunviing, you didn't hide another dead deer under my bed again, did you?" The Argonian growled.

"No, no, Dovahkriid; it's just that I've been thinking back to our times together. Do you remember the time when you jumped off of my back, and onto that giant's head?"

"Oh yes, I remember that!" The Argonian shook his head laughing gently at the memory, leaning back smiling he said, "And do you remember the time when you got yourself tangled up in that giant spider' web?" With a large grin on his face, the experiences he has had, still fresh in his memory.

"Oh yes!" The dragon stated suddenly, after he remembered the little escapade, his eyes closed and his chest puffed up, and an audible purr filled the room. The Argonian couldn't help but smile, he loved it when his dragon laughed.

The dragon and Dragonborn looked at each other for a while, still reminiscing on their little adventures, and then their eyes met and were locked for a short while before the dragon broke the contact, looking away with the equivalent to a blush.

"Dovahkriid... I... I need to ask you something." The dragon asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Yes? What is it?"

"Well I... Uhh... Never mind, it's nothing." The dragon stammered, looking away with an even brighter dragon-blush.

"Come now Strunviing!" The Argonian said cheerily, standing up and walking over to the dragon. "You can ask me anything my friend."

The dragon looked at the Dragonborn with a very strange look, one the Dragonborn had only seen one other time, but it seemed to be a fearful look. The dragon then leaned its head forward and gently nuzzled against the Dragonborn's shoulder affectionately. The Argonian immediately froze up; this was the first time the dragon had done that.

"Dovahkriid... I..." The dragon whispered, gently nuzzling against his master again, making the Argonian incredibly nervous. The dragon then stooped, leaning his long neck back, he then placed his head at the Dragonborn's feet and was looking up at him. He was eyeing the Argonian in a very strange way, making the Dragonborn uncomfortable.

The Argonian recognized the look the dragon was giving him, but he had never in his life, seen a dragon do it. No, he had seen it from a fine Nord woman that was interested in him once before. He and this woman were in a room together, and alone, she had given him that look. They then got under the covers and...

The Dragonborn stammered, and backed up a few paces. There was no way that the dragon could want the same thing... it seemed totally ludicrous.

"What is it, that you want?!" The Argonian growled a little at the dragon.

"Oh... I think you know..." The dragon replied, continuing to give the Dragonborn the same lustful look and he gently nuzzled the Argonian's body with his head again.

"But! But I..." The Dragonborn replied nervously, his face scales felt hot and flushed with embarrassment. "You are no Argonian! Or any kin to my kind! You're not even a female!" The Dragonborn stuttered. There was some sort of cruel irony to the situation, when a man that was powerful enough to slay dozens of dragons, even Alduin, was stuttering at this one.

"Just... think of me... like that one other Argonian." The dragon stated, still with the lustful look on his face, but with a smirk that started to play at his draconic lips.

The Argonian's mouth was wide open with surprise and shock, his blush deepened in colour.

"You-you know... about that?! Who told you?!" The Dragonborn questioned, swallowing nervously as the memory brought him great embarrassment.

"Nobody told me, Dovahkriid, I saw." The dragon replied as his smile grew.

"What! No! No, no! We weren't doing anything! All we were doing was sleeping in the same tent to conserve heat! That's all, nothing else happened!" The Argonian claimed, his blush spreading further over his face.

"Oh, really?" The dragon asked with a smirk, "Then what were those unexplained grunts and groans, and why was the other Argonian screaming 'Yes! Yes! Deeper! Oh yes, that's it! Harder!'?"

"That's not! I-I didn't!" The Argonian swallowed nervously, his eyes darted around, trying to avoid the dragon's gaze. He recognized the look; that was the look that the other Argonian had given him from before. The Dragonborn could not help but notice the way that the dragon's tail twitched from side to side, it was the same exact motion that the other Argonian's tail had done before they...

The Dragonborn swallowed hard, and he finally looked back at the dragon. His dragon's lustful look was needy, arousing, and submissive all at once. The Argonian felt his groin heat up and flush with arousal. He liked the shape of a good female, sure. But he had a thing for males as well, but not all males, he liked to be with the kin of his kind, but he also liked to be with the feline race of Elsweyr too. There was something that he liked about the Khajiit' fur and their warm bodies. But it wasn't just that, he liked to hear the purrs and growls that his kind and the Khajiit made, and all the other cute sounds they made as they held their tails high. He found great appeal in a male that would submit to him; give up their masculinity and to enjoy feeling his embrace, at least in his eyes; to accept to be dominated and controlled. He found it to be very arousing.

The Argonian swallowed and shifted nervously as the dragon's unblinking gaze brought him to become completely aroused, he felt his member slide out of his genital slit and strain against the fabric of his underwear, he gritted his teeth slightly as his member continued to strain against its cloth prison. There was an uncomfortable silence that was only occasionally interrupted by the popping and crackling fire.

The dragon noticed the large tent in his master's trousers as he shifted about uncomfortably, his tail had gently coiled around his body, trying to hide his arousal, the dragon then spoke in a gentle voice, "...Dovahkriid, I am, and will forever be indebted to you. Please, Dovahkriid, will you oblige me? I will always be yours, Dovahkriid; you may do anything you want with me."

"Any... anything?" The Argonian nervously asked as his blush deepened even more than it had already.

"Anything," The dragon confirmed.

The Argonian nervously swallowed again. This was all just too much for him. Here was the strongest most powerful and most feared creature ever born, and it was submitting to him, so totally and fully. He was having a hard time coming to grips with it.

With a little nod, the dragon smiled at the Dragonborn, just like first time he had smiled and raised his head from the floor. The dragon then got up and walked over to a raised platform, his head followed the Dragonborn as he uncurled his tail from his body and walked over to the platform. Once he was on the raised platform, the dragon giggled.

"What's so funny?!" The Argonian asked, this time with a little resentment, and his blush was still very visible on his face.

"It's just funny, that the great Dovahkriid, saviour of Skyrim, slayer of countless dragons, and destroyer of The World Eater, is afraid of a little sodomy." The dragon replied without pause. The Argonian gasped and then growled whilst scowling at the dragon.

"I am not afraid! I am afraid of nothing!" The Argonian hissed.

"Prove it."

The Argonian glared at the dragon briefly before reaching out his hand. He then pointed his index finger to the floor, commanding the dragon down. With a plan that had been well executed, the dragon grinned as he slowly lowered his head and upper torso to the floor; he relaxed his wings so that they were also lightly resting on the floor. He then raised his rear, and then slowly raised his tail upwards and gently curled it towards his body, so that it was in a comfortable and relaxed position, giving his master a full view of his tail-hole and genital slit. The Argonian stared for a while, partially out of his desire, and partially with the knowledge, that the dragon was trying to trick him and that the dragon may succeed in his trickery.

Even with the raised platform, the dragon's rear end was a little too high for him to reach; the Dragonborn had to find a crate to stand on. As soon as he had found one, he was now standing face to face with the silvery-grey underside of the dragon's tail, with the dragon's tail-hole now situated around the Argonian's groin. He shakily reached his hands forward, and ran his hands gently across the dragon's backside, earning him a wonderful, lustful growl from the dragon. The Dragonborn looked around the dragon's rear, and saw the dragon's head resting on the floor, with his eyes closed and his wings were relaxed and lightly resting on the stone floor. He saw every muscle in the entirety of the dragon that was laid out before him; the thought was driving him crazy.

He began to massage the dragon's smooth rear some more, which earned him more, hisses and growls as he continued to massage the dragon; the Argonian heard a strange sound, and when looked down slightly, he saw the dragon's large ebony cock, slide its way out from the dragon's genital slit, and heard the dragon gently moan as he became erect, and was ready for mating. The sight of the dragon's now fully erect member, was very arousing for the Argonian, he felt his own member throb uncomfortably within his undergarments, begging to be released.

The Argonian couldn't help but remember, back to his other experiences with males, to his short term marsh friend. He remembered the time he had with him, and what he had done, he was going to do the same this time as well.

He then placed his left index and middle fingers into his mouth and started to gently suckle and lick his fingers, lubing them up for what he had planned. Whilst he was doing that, he continued to massage the dragon's rear with his right hand, which in turn earned him more lustful growls and hisses.

The Dragonborn stopped massaging the dragon for a moment as he had thoroughly lubed his fingers up; he then began to gently trace his fingers around the dragon's tail-hole, eliciting a little hiss from the dragon. He then began to gently push his fingers into the dragon's tail-hole, finding that it was indeed reasonably tight, this not only surprised, but was also pleased him, that the dragon's tail-hole was tight for its size, which meant the Argonian could pleasure his dragon, even with his size and stature. He then began to slide his fingers deeper into the dragon's tail-hole, finding the ring of flesh yielding reasonably easy, allowing him to fully insert his fingers. The dragon's hot orifice felt nice and inviting to the Argonian, which only fuelled his desire and made him very horny. He started to shed some of his clothing, and he thought that this was too good to be true.

"Ohhh... Mmmmm..." The dragon gently moaned with his muzzle pointing upwards at a slight angle. The dragon gently flexed his tail-hole at the nice feeling of having his master's fingers inside of him, the Argonian felt the dragon's muscles clamp around his fingers that felt very arousing to him. He began to imagine what that might have felt like if it was his member.

"Mmmmm..." The dragon gently rumbled, and then moaned quietly. After few more minutes, the feeling of having his master's fingers inside of him wasn't enough for the dragon, he wanted more. The dragon lifted his head and then turned his head and looked back at the Dragonborn with half open eyes; the Argonian paused for a second and waited.

"Mate me, master." The dragon hissed lustfully, his voice full of power, almost as if he had used a Shout. The Argonian was stunned, but at last, his lusts and desires came to the surface; he slowly slid his fingers out of his dragon's tail-hole in which the dragon gently hissed with pleasure. He found himself quite literally ripping his clothes off until his member was free from its clothed prison.

The dragon had been watching his master tear his clothes off until he got a look of his master's member and the dragon's eyes opened fully in mild surprise at the size of his master; his look of surprise quickly faded into one of pure lust and desire for his master to push his member into his waiting tail-hole.

The Argonian saw his dragon looking at his crotch, more specifically, his fully erect member; the Argonian gently laughed to himself, and briefly remembered back to when he began to mature, that through self exploratory, he found that he was very well endowed even for his kind at the age he was then, and even now he was even more endowed than what he was then. He gave that Nord woman quite a surprise when she felt him, and then looked under the covers to see his fourteen-inch-long member throbbing with life, it made him blush at the time and feel a little shy about his size, but when the Nord woman spoke she only said two words, "By Talos!" and he nervously laughed, but the Nord woman silenced him by gently grasping his member and guided it to her moist opening...

The Argonian came back to the present and he looked the dragon in the eye, and saw the desire in his eyes. He decided to grant his dragon's desire and moved into position, again facing the underside of the dragon's tail; he lined himself up with the dragon's tail-hole. He held his member and then pressed the head of his cock against the dragon's tail-hole, which made the dragon rumble and made him hiss with pleasure; he then began to slowly push the flared head of his cock into the dragon's tail-hole, the ring of flesh yielded to his slow push and the Dragonborn felt the flared head of his cock suddenly slide in past the anal sphincter which clamped shut past his cock-head; he hissed with pleasure as the head of his member was now enveloped just inside of his dragon's silky smooth, hot orifice.

The dragon had gently jerked his head up slightly and gasped with his eyes slightly open, and then he laid his head back and growled pleasurably when the head of his master's member slid in past his anal muscles he had involuntarily clamped his muscles for a few seconds before relaxing again, he was enjoying the stretched feeling in his rear and he again growled with pleasure and gently rumbled afterwards.

The Argonian noticed his dragon's reaction and he growled with pleasure as he stayed in that position for a little while; after a few minutes, he began to slowly slide his member deeper into his dragon's tail-hole, eliciting a hiss from his dragon. He continued to slide his member deeper yet; a couple of times the dragon's anal muscles gently clenched his member which made him hiss and grunt with pleasure, until his crotch came into contact with the dragon's rear. He moaned deeply and began to gently pant a little, as his member was now hilted deep inside his dragon; the feeling was indescribable, it was tight and hot, and the dragon's tail-hole kept gently squeezing his member every several seconds.

The dragon felt his master hilt himself inside of him and he rumbled deeply at the feeling, he started to pant gently himself and he hissed again in pleasure. He concentrated on the feeling inside his tail-hole; he was enjoying the feeling of his master's member that was deep inside of him, the full feeling, coupled with the stretched feeling in his rear, he couldn't help but moan and rumble deeply again. The dragon felt a great warmth flush through his beating heart; the time that he had spent with his master, he had come to like him, and to a point he would be waiting to greet his master every morning, to just go on pleasure flights with him, and generally be ready for anything his master wanted. He liked to spend every waking minute with him; he felt that warmth in his heart flush again, and plus the feeling of having his master so close to him on a very intimate level; he knew what the feelings were and this time he let out a very long and deep moan that reverberated around the walls, he then gently braced himself, ready for his master to mate him. He was now very aroused, but not out of need, but out of the deep love and affection he felt for his master and his large ebony member was dripping a reasonable amount of pre-cum that was constant, he was ready, and he waited for his master to continue.

The Dragonborn had just been standing there with his member deep inside his dragon, enjoying the moment, he wasn't one to rush this sort of thing when he heard his dragon rumbling and moaning at the initial full penetration, but when he heard his dragon moan deeply and for a reasonable period of time, and he felt his dragon tense a little, he thought it was a little strange, but his head was full of the pleasure that his member was giving him. He decided it was time to start the act; he then started up a slow rhythm in his thrusting that made both of them moan, growl and hiss in pleasure.

The Argonian picked up the pace with his thrusting and started to really pound his dragon, he watched the dragon's ebony cock swing back and forth with each of his thrusts, and the dragon's cock was now producing a steady flow of pre-cum that was beginning to pool on the floor; this really aroused the Argonian, and he then slowed down just a little to a good steady rhythm, but putting more power behind his thrusts. This made his dragon tense at the feeling, but the dragon was making such pleasurable sounds that the Argonian continued.

The dragon was trying not to meet his master's thrusts, if he did, he might knock his master over, and so he stayed as still as possible. He would occasionally lose control, and get lost in the wonderful sensations that his lovely master was giving him, and he would thrust backwards, making his rear meet with his master's groin with an audible and powerful slap.

As the Dragonborn sodomized his dragon with growls and hisses of pleasure, he was beginning to regret the whole year that he had spent with his dragon, but he didn't regret the time as to how it was spent. He regretted not breeding his dragon the day that he had given himself to him. Although the Argonian did not agree with slavery in the slightest, and found the Dunmer's practice of it despicable; the very thought of a being giving themselves to another in complete submission was unbearably arousing. The Dragonborn gave a very hard thrust that made his dragon give a little roar; the feeling, it seemed was a mutual one.

The Argonian remembered back to his little encounter with his short term marsh friend. He remembered a very vivid image of the night, when he had his marsh friend on all fours with his marsh friend's tail raised and taking his large member up his tail-hole, he remembered how he had bent over his marsh friend and held him close as he gently mated him, he wasn't one for being rough with his partners as they couldn't take him fully, but they still allowed him to dominate them. But he couldn't do that now; the dragon was much bigger than he was, but that didn't stop him from trying, he then hugged the dragon's tail as he continued to mate the dragon, and it felt good to do that, he at least was able to be a little bit more intimate with his dragon. His dragon seemed to enjoy his intimate touch and gave a much louder rumbling moan.

The Dragonborn then gripped the dragon's rear and started to thrust like he hadn't been able to before and he hissed with pleasure, and he started to gently rock his dragon back and forth and his dragon yielded to him. The Argonian continued this for a few minutes, he then looked down his dragon's body to his head, and he saw that his dragon was completely lost in the pleasure as his eyes were half lidded and he was panting out of his relaxed mouth with his tongue partially hanging out of the side of his mouth.

The Argonian began to feel the familiar feeling of his climax; he then gripped his dragon and gritted his teeth as he began to speed up with his thrusts, so that his groin was slapping against his dragon's rear. His dragon was in absolute bliss, and was loving every thrust his master gave him, as his own member swung back and forth, drooling pre-cum all over the floor, and adding to the already large puddle of pre-cum.

The Argonian was now reaching his climax, but he wanted to leave his dragon satisfied as well, so he did what he had done to his marsh friend that night; he reached down and started to stroke as much of his dragon's large ebony member. The dragon made no growls or hisses; he just gently rumbled and began to pant heavily as the feelings that his master were giving him were overwhelming him. The Argonian continued to thrust into his dragon while stroking him at the same time for a few more minutes before the Argonian felt his orgasm creep up on him; after a few more thrusts, the Argonian hissed loudly as his orgasm hit him with incredible force, he thrust into his dragon for the last time and he came hard deep within his dragon's bowels. The dragon felt his master's cock throbbing hard as he began cumming, this in turn made the dragon cum, he roared loudly, giving voice to his orgasm, and began covering the floor with his draconic seed as his member flexed and spewed its offering. When the dragon began cumming, his tail-hole began to rhythmically clench around the Argonian's own throbbing member making the Argonian's orgasm much more pleasurable and drawn out. The Argonian felt his member spray a good fifteen spurts of his sticky white seed into his dragon's bowels.

Both of them were panting heavily, trying to regain their breaths, the Argonian rested on his dragon's rear, he was still deep inside of his dragon, but he was tired and his legs felt weak. Eventually, he saw his dragon raise his head after regaining his breath, and he brought his head towards him. He was a little frightened by the dragon bringing his huge head in his direction, but he was in no fit state to get away from it, or fight it for that matter. For a split second, he thought death was coming for him, and that the dragon's master plan had unfolded. The Dragonborn was ready to meet his ancestors within the misty grove under the Great Hist Tree. The dragon's mouth came to the Argonian's... and the dragon kissed him.

The dragon then brought his neck and head back and the dragon then gently said, "I love you, Dovahkriid." The Argonian looked into his dragon's eyes, and he saw the most genuine look of love and satisfaction he had ever seen, "I love you too." The Argonian replied with the same genuine look. The dragon then gently kissed him again and pulled his head completely away.

The Argonian briefly thought back to the time when he had bed his marsh friend; he had given him a look similar to what the dragon had given him; but without the same amount of love, but that was then, this is now, and he wasn't going to look back, only forward with his new mate.

The Dragonborn eventually regained some of his strength and he then slid out of his mate's tail-hole and he tiredly stood up. His mate looked at him and then gently motioned with his massive head for the Argonian to come and rest with him. He slowly walked over to his mate, who had shifted one of his wings slightly for him to sleep under, he tiredly crawled under the massive wing and was immediately wrapped up in a warm leathery, scaly hug as his mate had laid his head down and tucked it in under his wing, next to him and they both happily fell asleep.

Never again would there be a tale of love so warm and so perfect in the cold and unforgiving land of Skyrim.