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The Dovahkiin's Lair

By Lostsoul666

The Dragonborn was travelling past Honningbrew Meadery heading for Riverwood after rumours of travellers and merchants alike had seen, and been attacked by a dragon that was in the area; the Dragonborn turned Shadowmere towards Riverwood at the crossroads, passing a couple of patrolling guards.

One of the guards, a young Nord, called to him, "Be wary, traveller; the road's are not safe past Riverwood, there have been sightings and attacks reported by travellers of a dragon."

The Dragonborn pulled on Shadowmere's reins to a halt and he turned in the direction of the guard, and locked his greenie-yellow reptilian eyes with that of the eye holes in the guard's helmet, "I know; that is why I am heading that way, to deal with this menace." The Dragonborn hissed the last word; baring his sharp teeth and making him sound and look more menacing than he had meant it to be.

The other guard was a veteran and had been at the Western Watchtower when the dragon, Mirmulnir had attacked and died near the tower spoke up, "Show that dragon no mercy, I'm glad it's you, Dragonborn, that is going to deal with the monster!"

The young guard piped up with enthusiasm, "Dragonborn! I wish I could come with you, and slay the dragon, be a hero and..."

The Dragonborn hissed, interrupting the excitable young guard, "No you don't! You are young and inexperienced, you would only get yourself killed; I saw a group of well seasoned legionnaires get torn apart by a dragon; and by the time I got to them, it was too late, only one of the legionnaires was still standing and he was engulfed in flame before I could help him; and before you ask, yes I did kill the dragon, I gave it a swift death; no easy feat, but I now know where to strike which makes them easier to kill. You only need ask your friend here about the attack on the Western Watchtower, and as to how difficult it was to kill the dragon there."

The young guard turned to his companion, but he shook his head, "Perhaps I will tell you over a mug of mead, but not here, we've wasted enough of the Dragonborn's time." The guard nodded to the Dragonborn in respect.

The Dragonborn nodded in reply and then he turned and spurred Shadowmere on towards Riverwood. It wasn't long before the Dragonborn arrived at Riverwood, and he brought Shadowmere to a stop outside of Riverwood's smithy; he dismounted Shadowmere and took his reins and led Shadowmere to a tie-post and tied the horse's reins to it before heading up the steps, his tail twitching as he went to see Alvor, Riverwood's blacksmith.

Alvor was sharpening a war axe when he looked up and gave a grim smile, "Ah, Dovahkriid, here about the dragon attacks are we?"

Dovahkriid nodded, "Yes, has it been sighted by any of the villagers?"

Alvor stopped working the axe, "Yes, I believe Camilla saw it..." Alvor didn't get chance to finish, a traveller came running into Riverwood from the opposite side shouting, "Dragon! Dragon!"

The Dragonborn turned to look in the direction of the shouting traveller and he quickly made his way to the road to see a man running for his life. The Dragonborn stepped out from the smithy and as carefully as he could, he caught the running man who fought weakly against him.

The traveller struggled against Dovahkriid's hold, "Let me go! I have to get away from the dragon!" the traveller said fearfully.

"Calm down," Dovahkriid soothed, "where did you see this dragon?"

"I-I-It was..." the man looked back in fear when the sound of the dragon's roar filled the skies, "By the Nine... Protect me." At that moment the dragon was sighted by one of Whiterun's guards and a warning was shouted out.

The Dragonborn looked up and snarled at the sight of the dragon letting go of the frightened man and shouted out, "Everybody, find cover!" And he growled, "I'll deal with the dragon."

The dragon roared out as it swooped over Riverwood and circled around landed on The Sleeping Giant's roof and it was being peppered with arrows fired from the Whiterun guards.

The Dragonborn unsheathed The Ebony Blade and then Shouted, "MUL... QAH DIIV!" he could feel the power of the Thu'um as it strengthened every aspect of his being.

The dragon was a ancient dragon, "YOL TOOR SHUL!" it turned its fiery shout upon the Dragonborn and bathed him in fire, the Dragonborn was unaffected and unharmed due to some very powerful armour enchantments that he had, and plus the Dragon Aspect shout also protected him.

The Dragonborn retaliated with a shout of his own; "GAAN LAH HAAS!" the shout weakened the ancient dragon by draining its health, stamina and magika. He growled at the dragon, "Fight me you cowardly dragon!"

The ancient dragon then leapt from the roof of The Sleeping Giant Inn and did a couple of wing beats and landed in the middle of Riverwood, right in front of the Dragonborn, "YOL TOOR SHUL!" and bathed him in fire again.

The Dragonborn came charging out of the fire roaring his own battle-cry with the Ebony Blade pointed straight at the ancient dragon's head like a lance, the ancient dragon saw this and quickly jerked its head out of the way, but this proved to be a mistake, instead of a quick death, the Dragonborn charged straight past and the tip of the Deadirc Artefact found a gap in between the ancient dragon's chest plates and sunk into the unprotected flesh underneath, and the Dragonborn rammed the Ebony Blade all the way to the hilt into the ancient dragon and the terrible artefact's power took hold and began to feed more of the ancient dragon's life force into the Dragonborn, bolstering his own life force.

The ancient dragon roared with pain and knocked the Dragonborn back, the Dragonborn lost his grip on the embedded Ebony Blade and he quickly rolled away from the ancient dragon and unsheathed two katana swords, one Akaviri sword named Dragonsbane, which he had recovered from Sky Haven Temple, and the other was a trophy that he had recovered from the dead and defeated vampire lord, Lord Harkon, and due to the fact that he had visited the Deadric Prince, Hermaeus Mora's realm of Apocrypha, he had learned of a way to trick the enchanted blade to think that he was a vampire and gaining the use of its powerful enchantment.

The Dragonborn took a ready stance, his armour was giving off a dark aura as he was wearing the Ebony Mail, the Dragonborn noticed some of the ancient dragon's chest plates had taken an ill colour from where the armour had come in contact with them, its poison aura had done its job, it was time to end this dragon's suffering.

The ancient dragon looked at the Dragonborn with pure malice and hate, it could feel the blade inside of its chest, tearing at its vitals, the ancient dragon was not going down without a fight, it lunged at the Dragonborn, but it was no match for the Dragonborn; the Dragonborn dodged the attack and left a nasty slash across the ancient dragon's muzzle, it roared with pain and anger but it was all over for the ancient dragon as the Dragonborn thrusted his swords into the ancient dragon's throat and twisted the blades several times and the ancient dragon let out a weak gargled roar before the Dragonborn tore his swords from the ancient dragon's throat, blood spurted from the jagged wounds and he rolled away as the ancient dragon fell to the ground and quickly bled out from its wounds.

The Dragonborn stood there with swords dripping with the now dead dragon's blood, breathing heavily, tail twitching from side to side as the adrenalin coursed through his body; the Dragonborn took several deep breaths to calm himself as the aura surrounding his Ebony Mail dispersed he took another deep breath and closed his eyes as the dragon's scaled flesh began to burn and flake away as he absorbed the dragon's soul, his heart rate dropping as he became calm; when he opened his eyes again there was the usual crowd after he killed a dragon, the guards, the villagers and the traveller were all there.

The traveller looked at him and spoke with both shock and awe, "You're the Dragonborn."

The Dragonborn nodded his acknowledgement of the traveller's statement, "As do the people of Riverwood know who I am, the rumours of this dragon," the Dragonborn pointed Harkon's sword at the skeletal remains of the ancient dragon, "is what brought me here; if there are more lingering in the area, I will hunt them down and end them before they harm more innocent lives." The Dragonborn took a deep breath and he found himself a piece of cloth to wipe his blades clean before re-sheathing them whilst the crowd looked upon the dragon's remains and murmuring to one another, and then he went and retrieved the Ebony Blade from the dragon's remains and he just re-sheathed it as the blood had been burned from the Ebony Blade when the dragon died.

The Dragonborn was heading back to where he had left Shadowmere when Alvor called out to him, "Dovahkriid, wait a moment," the Dragonborn turned and waited for Alvor to catch up to him and then they both carried on to where he had left his horse, "Dovahkriid, thank you for coming to our aid, I did not think that you were back in Skyrim."

"Well, I arrived back here from Solstheim only a few days ago, and when I arrived in Whiterun, I heard from the Khajiit caravan leader, Ri'saad, that travellers and merchants had seen a dragon in this area and that some had gone missing," The Dragonborn had reached his destination and then turned to look at Alvor, "I had to come because you helped me when I arrived here from Helgan with Hadvar, and you didn't have to help me Alvor, I was a complete stranger, and also an Argonian; I know my people are not very welcome here in Skyrim, but you helped me, and I won't forget who helped me, this whole village has excepted me, I couldn't just leave you to the mercy of that dragon, not when I have the power to do something about it." The Dragonborn took a deep breath, "I'm sorry Alvor but I must start my search, Riverwood could still be in danger of another dragon attack." The Dragonborn untied Shadowmere from the post and he mounted the horse, "Keep an eye to the sky and keep your senses sharp Alvor, I will likely pass through here again in the near future; stay safe."

"I will Dragonborn." Alvor replied.

The Dragonborn turned his horse to the road and headed in the direction of which the dragon had come from and crossed over the bridge that crossed the roiling river and headed towards Helgan; the Dragonborn rode on for a while after crossing the bridge until he found a suitably large enough space before he dismounted Shadowmere, he lead the horse to a low hanging branch and tethered Shadowmere to the branch, he walked a couple of yards from the horse and then concentrated on his Thu'um, and then shouted, "DUR NEH VIIR!"

The dragon appeared in front of him and spoke, "Ahh, the skies of Keizaal are mine again." Durnehviir looked down at the Dragonborn, "Ah, Qahnaariin, what can I do for you?"

The Dragonborn cleared his throat, "Durnehviir, I need you to go up and fly around and look for any place that may look like a dragon's nest, will be looking for relatively fresh carcases or anything else that looks like it could hold a dragon and then I want you to come back when you see something."

Durnehviir rumbled, "As you wish, Qahnaariin," And took to the skies.

After a couple of hours, Durnehviir returned to the Dragonborn, he looked up at Durnehviir from the fire he had made, "Well? Did you see anything?"

Durnehviir shook his head, "No, Qahnaariin, but I did see a cave in the side of a mountain about a quarter of a day's travel on foot to the Northwest of here. Will that be all, Qahnaariin?"

"Yes, Durnehviir, I will call again if I need your help, thank you." The Dragonborn replied.

The Dragonborn then poured water over the fire he had made and kicked earth over the embers, he made his way to Shadowmere and untied the reins from the branch that he had used; he quickly mounted Shadowmere and made his way towards where Durnehviir had seen the cave...

* * *

The Dragonborn slid off the spectral horse Arvak, one of several conjuration spells that he had acquired during the time that he had spent in the Soul Cairn, and readied himself for the task ahead. He was now standing just outside the entrance to a cave that he had been looking for; he had been planning this little outing for a couple of months now, since the dragon attack at Riverwood. He had scouted the area beforehand, with a little help from Durnehviir, he had found that there was a dragon living here and he had a few suspicions as to what he was going to find; he had carefully prepared for this, using what time he had allocated, he had hand chosen the weapons and armour he was going to need, he then readjusted the Dwarven crossbow that he had strapped to his back and then ventured forth into the darkness, Arvak disappeared into thin air as he entered.

After a while of walking through the cave using mage-light to help navigate the passages, 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 noticed the scent that was emanating alongside the warm air from the opening, he noticed it smelled almost like the scent of his own kin, but he quickly shook that notion off, he was here for one reason, to find what he was looking for and be done with it; he then crouched down so that the Ebony Mail's enchantments took effect, covering him in a dark shadowy aura, also muffling his ebony-plate boots so that they didn't make much sound and 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 due to the Ebony Mail's enchantments, it would be very hard for anything to see him, that was just fine with him, it made his job a little easier, but what really caught his attention was the large dragon egg that was nestled in the middle.

The Dragonborn decided to make this quick, he wanted to be away from this place so that he could clear his head, this place smelled strongly of its inhabitants, and being an Argonian, his sense of smell was much more acute than the elves' or the humans; he snuck forward a little further before deciding to stand up; as he stood and walked towards the egg, the Ebony Mail's enchantments ended and 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 dragon hatchling in the process, the Dragonborn was within striking distance and raised the hammer above his head and he was prepared 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 green coloured dragon that was now descending from the top of the large cavern; it was a legendary dragon, it was the most powerful and most vicious of dragon-kind that he had fought, though, he had dealt with a few legendary dragons before; it was no different from the others that had fallen to him.

The legendary 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, not only that, this was a legendary dragon, he tightened his grip on Volendrung and he kept his guard up, watching the dragon's every move.

"Dovahkiin, zu'u bolog do Dovahkiin, please, do not end 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, but he kept his guard up regardless. Why in the name of the Great Hist wasn't this dragon trying to kill him?

"Why are you just standing there instead of over here trying to stop me from killing you or your hatchling?" 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, qahnaariin do Durnehviir."

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, it was a much more honourable job, saving innocent lives was much more rewarding, not only that he had become a part of the ancient order of vampire slayers, The Dawnguard, using the skills he had learned during his time with both, The Dark Brotherhood and the Thieves Guild, and put a very dangerous threat down; and then there was the time that he spent on Solstheim, and put an end to Miraak before he could return to the mortal realm. Besides that, hearing that this legendary dragon was afraid to fight him was like listening to his favourite bard spin a tail to him.

"Why then, dragon, do you want to protect this hatchling?" The Dragonborn questioned. The dragon was female, 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, her draconic voice was filled with emotion, "All of my friends, dii bormah, dii monah, dii zeymah - my family, my mate," The dragon almost whispered the last part of the sentence and then sighed deeply, "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 go hunting for them, they attacked me; I was only defending myself, and those that could not." The Dragonborn stated, suddenly feeling unsure of his heroic deeds; and then hissed, "The only time I hunt your kind, is if you persist to attack innocent travellers, like the dragon that attacked Riverwood, it did not go down quickly, and suffered for it, it died an agonising death."

The dragon hung her head with sadness, "No Dovahkiin, I understand; zu'u lost nid rahgot vahtiv Dovahkiin, I have nothing against you. My mate was a fool to keep attacking... I warned him to stop, faal mey, but he did not listen..." 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, let alone a legendary dragon. 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... zu'u bolog do Dovahkiin - I beg of you, let my hatchling live." The legendary dragon begged, her voice, emotional and 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 he quickly unlatched the Dwarven crossbow that he had brought with him and loaded a Dwarven fire bolt into the slot and aimed it at the newborn, ready to pull the trigger. The legendary dragon stared right at the Dragonborn; she was silently begging and pleading with him to not end her newborn hatchling. There was no malice in the legendary dragon's eyes, just a kind of absolute submission.

The Dragonborn couldn't do it, dragon or not, he was no child murderer. He took the bolt out of the slot, and then re-latched the crossbow to its holster upon his back and he then picked up Volendrung.

The newborn eventually gained enough strength and confidence, 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's ebony armoured feet.

"Dovahkiin, if you wish to take my life, Dovahkiin aal dreh ful, you may do so." The dragon almost whispered the last part, closing her eyes and relaxing her body.

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 looked down at the legendary dragon's head and noticed a couple of tears fall from the dragon's closed eyes; he felt his arms become weak, he couldn't find the strength to end the dragon's life. He then lowered the Hammer of Might sighing and sheathed it upon his back.

"No... I will not strike a warrior whilst she is down; I will never kill in cold blood." The Argonian firmly stated. The legendary dragon's eyes opened slowly, and looked up at the powerful warrior blinking away some of her tears.

"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, zu'u vaat vah gron dii mir vah Dovahkiin in." 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 rested his hands, one on each of the hilts of Dragonsbane and Harkon's Sword, ready to unsheathe them if even at the slightest of provocation.

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

The dragon looked down at him; her 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, due to the fact that he belonged to a group of thieves and a group of murderers.

"May I... Ride you?" the Argonian questioned, even though he knew how to bend the will of a dragon to do his bidding with a shout, he was still guarded about the whole situation, unsure as to whether the dragon was telling the truth or not.

"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 legendary dragon's spines. The dragon stood to a much fuller height.

"Are you ready, master?" she asked.

"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 hesitantly, "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, she then sighed and hung her head a little, "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. Noticing the dragon's reaction, he changed the subject slightly and asked, "What is your name?"

The Dragonborn saw the dragon lift her head and felt the dragon puff her chest out slightly, and with a little bit of pride, she replied, "My name is Graagmaarkest."

"Wow, that's... quite a mouthful; hmm, Graagmaarkest, it will take me a little time to fully get used to it, but I'm sure I'll have your name rolling off of my tongue in no time." The Dragonborn just smirked.

The dragon just rumbled quietly to herself 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's spine, beating her wings powerfully as she climbed altitude.

The dragon was soon gliding through the skies, gently flapping her wings every now and then as she 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, for the first time, he could look down at the land below and enjoy it, whenever he used the bend will shout on a dragon, he always had to be alert, not that he wasn't being alert now, but it seemed to be going fairly smoothly for him.

When he finally relaxed, 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 legendary dragon that was lying down, looking at the Dragonborn with a pleasant 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, enjoying the warmth of the crackling fire, across from the Argonian was the dragon.

The dragon's smile had changed into a grin, and she couldn't stop grinning at her Argonian master.

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

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

"Then why are you smiling? Graagmaarkest, 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's 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 she remembered the little escapade, her eyes closed and her chest puffed up, and an audible laughing like purr filled the room. The Argonian couldn't help but smile, he loved it when his dragon laughed.

The dragon opened her eyes when she stopped laughing, "I felt so silly, I felt like a foolish little hatchling at the time."

The Dragonborn laughed, "You certainly looked like one at the time."

The dragon just shook her head and laughed again.

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; Krosis." The dragon stammered, looking away with an even brighter dragon-blush.

"Come now Graagmaarkest!" 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 her 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 her master again, making the Argonian incredibly nervous. The dragon then stooped, leaning her long neck back, she then placed her head at the Dragonborn's feet and was looking up at him. She 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 completely and 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 she gently nuzzled the Argonian's body with her 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!" 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... mindok do Graagmaarkest... like that one other Argonian." The dragon stated, still with the lustful look on her face, but with a smirk that started to play at her 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 intimate memory brought him a great deal of embarrassment.

"Nobody told me, Dovahkriid, I saw." The dragon replied as her 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!" Dovahkriid 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's 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 her 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 sorry to have embarrassed you," Graagmaarkest lowered her a little in shame, and it showed a little in her voice, "unslaad krosis dii in, it was not my place to say those things; what you did with that other Argonian is none of my business, krosis. Master, I am, and will forever be indebted to you. Please, Dovahkriid dii in, 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, he hadn't expected to be having this conversation with his dragon.

"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 the first time she had smiled and raised her head from the floor. The dragon then got up and walked over to a clear space in the Dragonborn's home, her head followed the Dragonborn as he uncurled his tail from his body and walked over to where the dragon had situated herself. Once the Dragonborn was standing several feet from the dragon's head, the dragon giggled with giddy excitement.

"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 dovah, and destroyer of The World Eater, is afraid of a little mating." 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 and then he sighed and shook his head, he was unsure as to how to proceed with his dragon.

Graagmaarkest sensed that her master was unsure as to how to proceed; she also felt a twinge of sorrow hit her for mocking her master; so she nuzzled her master affectionately, "Krosis, master..." she then gently pushed a little way away from herself and then she carefully rolled over onto her back and relaxed.

The Dragonborn was a little nervous when his dragon nuzzled him again but when his dragon rolled over onto her back he was a little confused, "What are you doing?"

"Mmm, Master, it will make mating easier like this, this is how the dovah mate." She replied looking at the Dragonborn upside-down with a hint of lust in her draconic voice.

The Dragonborn saw some sense in what his dragon was saying but it didn't make things any easier for him for the bluntness of the statement, but he didn't dwell on it long as dragon kind were like that with most things, instead he walked around the sprawled dragon towards her rear. When the Argonian reached his destination, he was drawn to what lay between his dragon's legs and he 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 her trickery.

The Argonian was brought out of his semi-trance state when his dragon spoke to him and he tore his eyes away to meet that of his dragon's.

"Master, do I dissatisfy you with what I have to offer?"

"I... What... I n-no..." the Argonian replied nervously, he then turned his head back to look at the large slit that was slightly aroused as he could see a little bit of his dragon's glistening flesh. He then swallowed nervously and then he shakily reached his hands forward, and ran one of his hands gently across the inside of the dragon's leg and carefully placed his other hand near the dragon's glistening slit, earning him a wonderful, lustful growl from the dragon. The Dragonborn looked up at the dragon's head, the dragon was looking back at the Dragonborn with half-lidded eyes and her wings were relaxed and lightly resting on the stone floor. He then looked at the rest of the dragon's body and 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 inside of his dragon's leg some more, whilst he left his other hand where it was, which earned him more, hisses and growls as he continued to massage the dragon. He noticed a clear viscous like liquid start to leak out of his dragon's glistening slit and it began to gently run down towards his dragon's tail-base and he noticed that some of it had pooled slightly in a dip in the scales and he realised that it was his dragon's tail-hole and he blushed slightly knowing what he had just found but it also made the Argonian very aroused, he continued to look at Graagmaarkest's tail-hole, he always found anal sex very arousing, in due part that he liked to mate with the males of his kin, he enjoyed the snug feeling and the very pleasurable tight ring of muscle that squeezed his member, and at this arousing thought as looked at his dragon's tail-hole he felt his own member throb uncomfortably within his undergarments, begging to be released.

The Argonian was brought back to reality when Graagmaarkest spoke to him with a little bit of sorrow, "Master... are you... ok?" she felt as though she was dissatisfying her master.

Dovahkriid looked up to meet Graagmaarkest's eyes, "I-I... What... yes... why?"

Graagmaarkest looked away and then replied a little sadly, "Well... you stopped massaging my leg... and you were... not looking..." Graagmaarkest sighed deeply and then looked back at her master, "Please master... be honest with me... do I dissatisfy you?"

Dovahkriid hadn't realised he had stopped massaging her and he replied whilst blushing, "N-no, I-I was... enjoying the view very much," Dovahkriid swallowed the lump in his throat and continued to blush deeply, and then admitted, though he was unsure of the outcome, "I-I'm just nervous... I hope you can... understand why I am nervous."

Graagmaarkest cocked her head a little, "So I do not dissatisfy you; krosis master, I do not fully understand as to why you are nervous."

Dovahkriid then sighed, "I am nervous, because of all of my encounters with dragons, have mostly been violent, I am nervous because this is the first time with your kind Graagmaarkest that I have been asked to mate."

"Krosis master, please forgive me, it wasn't my intention to make you nervous, and I am sorry for not fully understanding," Graagmaarkest looked down at her Argonian master, "master, please continue, I would like to do this with you master."

Dovahkriid sighed, "Ok, Graagmaarkest," he then started to massage her leg again, and Graagmaarkest gave a gentle purr of approval and her eyes slowly closed and let out a little sigh of pleasure; Dovahkriid remembered back to his experience with the Nord woman. He remembered the time he had with her, and what he had done, he was going to do the same this time as well.

He then carefully began to massage the outside of his dragon's glistening wet slit so as to not startle his dragon whilst he massaged the inside of his dragon's leg and began to move his hand lower so that he wasn't stretching too much, and so that he could start to pay a little more attention to Graagmaarkest's oozing and needy slit, which earned him a breathy and lustful growl and hiss.

Graagmaarkest gave another approving purr at the attention she was receiving, "Mmm... Master, that feels nice." She gave another lustful growl.

Dovahkriid decided to start taking a more direct approach to his massaging after her utterance, he then brought the hand that he had been using to gently massage the outside of Graagmaarkest's slit to the opening and he carefully and gently ran his fingers over the glistening flesh that was showing which made his dragon moan out loud. Taking it as a good sign, the Argonian felt more comfortable and less nervous, and boldly went ahead with what he had in mind, the Dragonborn then began to add a little more pressure to his massaging before he gently inserted his fingers a little deeper into his dragon's folds. He felt his dragon's wet folds clamp around his fingers and he felt the velvety ripples of his dragon's vent try to pull his hand in as his dragon moaned lustfully at the insertion of his fingers. The Dragonborn managed to gently extricate his fingers and hand from his dragon's rippling vent, and then he carefully braced himself as he leant over and gingerly swiped his tongue over Graagmaarkest's puffed up vent which made his dragon give a little roar of pleasure. The Argonian drew his tongue into his mouth and tasted some of the viscous, slimy fluid that had been gathering in and on his dragon's slit, the taste was sweet, but it was a little salty as well, it was quite palatable to his taste buds and he then began in earnest at trying to lick at where his tongue could reach and he began to gently rub the inside of his dragon's vent with his hand. The Argonian hadn't noticed it until now that there was scent that he had been breathing in, he recognised the scent, from back when he went to Graagmaarkest's cave, it was her scent that he could smell, he was now painfully aware of the erection in his underwear.

"Ohhh... Mmmmm... M-master..." The dragon breathily moaned with her muzzle pointing upwards at a slight angle with her eyes heavily lidded with the pleasure that she was receiving, "Mmm... master, that feels good." Graagmaarkest gently flexed her now sopping wet vent at the nice feeling of having her master's fingers gently massaging the inside of her vent, 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 her master's fingers inside of her wasn't enough for the dragon, she wanted more. The dragon looked down at the Dragonborn with half open eyes; the Argonian noticed his dragon was looking at him and paused for a second and waited.

"Mate me, master." Graagmaarkest hissed lustfully, her voice full of power, almost as if she 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 sopping vent in which Graagmaarkest gently hissed with pleasure. He found himself quite literally ripping his clothes off until his tapered member was free from its clothed prison.

Graagmaarkest had been watching her master tear his clothes off until she got a look of her master's tapered member, she looked her at her master's tapered member, from his genital slit, where the base of his member was thickest, she saw two nubs on either side of the base of the tapered shaft that looked like a knot, and all the way up to the tapered head of her master's member, and her eyes were fully open in mild surprise at the size of her master; her look of surprise quickly faded into one of pure lust and desire for her master to mount her and push his member into her waiting, glistening vent.

Dovahkriid saw his dragon looking at his crotch, more specifically, his fully erect member; the Argonian gently laughed to himself, and he 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 tapered 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...

Dovahkriid came back to the present and he looked the dragon in the eye, and saw the desire in her eyes. He decided to grant Graagmaarkest's desire and he carefully climbed over the dragon's tail-base; he then carefully climbed up onto his dragon and lined himself up with the dragon's glistening wet vent. He then carefully supported himself with his left arm and legs and held his member with his right hand and then pressed the tapered head of his cock against the outside of his dragon's vent lips, 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 glistening vent, the silky wet flesh yielded to his slow push and the Dragonborn felt the flared, tapered head of his cock slowly slide in past the outer lips of Graagmaarkest's vent and he felt her gently massage his cock-head; he hissed with pleasure as the head of his member was now enveloped just inside of his dragon's silky smooth vent.

Graagmaarkest had gently jerked her head back slightly and gasped with her eyes slightly open, and then she curled her neck so that she could see her master's cock-head was now nestled inside of her folds and growled pleasurably when she felt the head of her master's member inside of her and she gently squeezed for a few seconds before relaxing again, she was enjoying the stretched feeling in her most private of places and she again growled with pleasure and gently rumbled afterwards.

Dovahkriid 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 tapered member deeper into his dragon's vent, eliciting a hiss from his dragon. He continued to slide his member deeper yet; a couple of times his dragon's silky rippling walls gently clenched his member which made him hiss and grunt with pleasure, until the knot of his tapered member came into contact with the dragon's slit lips and he carefully laid down on his dragon. He moaned deeply and began to gently pant a little, as the knot of his tapered member was nestled against his dragon's swollen vent lips and the rest of his tapered member was now hilted deep inside his dragon; the feeling was indescribable, it was snug and hot, and the dragon's rippling walls kept gently squeezing his member every several seconds.

Graagmaarkest felt her master press his knot against her vent lips as he hilted himself inside of her and she rumbled deeply at the feeling, she started to pant gently herself and she hissed again in pleasure. She concentrated on the feeling inside her vent; she was enjoying the feeling of her master's member that was deep inside of her, the full feeling, coupled with the stretched feeling in her vent, she took the time to enjoy the feeling and she couldn't help but moan and rumble deeply again at the feeling of being penetrated, it had been a while since she had felt the feeling of having a male mount her, the last male had been her dead mate; she had loved her old mate, but he had become foolish in his actions, she was not loyal to Alduin, but her mate was and she had warned him that if he continued on his current path, he would end up dead, her master had proved that, and by defeating Alduin. Thinking about her master now, Graagmaarkest felt a great warmth flush through her beating heart; the time that she had spent with her master, she had come to like him, and to a point she would be waiting to greet her master every morning, to just go on pleasure flights with him, and generally be ready for anything her master wanted. She liked to spend every waking minute with him; she felt that warmth in her heart flush again, and plus the feeling of having her master so close to her on a very intimate level; she knew what the feelings were and this time she let out a very long and deep moan that reverberated around the walls, she then relaxed herself, ready for her master to mate her. She was now very aroused, but not out of need, but out of the deep love and affection she felt for her master; she hoped that by mating with her master, that she would truly gain his trust, not just the trust as a friend, but as something more; her vent was producing a reasonable amount of her mating juices that was constant, she was ready, and she waited for her master to continue; she wanted this.

Dovahkriid had just been lying 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 relax, 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 looked up at his dragon's face and saw nothing but pleasure plastered across his dragon's draconic features, her eyes were half lidded with the pleasure that he was giving her and that really aroused the Argonian, and he then slowed down just a little to a good steady rhythm, but putting more power behind his thrusts, his knot spreading his dragon's vent lips, but never going in fully. This made his dragon tense at the feeling, but the dragon was making such pleasurable sounds that the Argonian continued.

"Oh... M-master... mmmmm..." the dragon was enjoying each thrust her master gave and she couldn't help but moan, growl and hiss in pleasure; she surrendered herself, both soul and body to her master, no, mate; her pleasure seemed to just take over her body as the love she now truly felt for her master welled up like an overflowing fountain; she looked down upon her master with half lidded eyes and watched as he mated her.

As the Dragonborn mated 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 she had given herself 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.

Dovahkriid remembered back to his little encounter with the Nord woman. He remembered a very vivid image of the night, when he had the Nord woman on all fours and taking his large member into her tight pussy, he remembered how he had bent over the Nord woman and held her close as he gently mated her, 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; Graagmaarkest was much bigger than he was, but that didn't stop him from trying, he then hugged the dragon's belly as best he could 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, "Mmm master."

The Dragonborn then braced himself and started to thrust like he hadn't been able to before and he hissed with pleasure.

"Oh... M-master... *Groan* Oh yes... Master... *Moan* Oh father Akatosh... Yes!" the dragon hissed pleasurably, she almost said mate, but she managed to keep herself from blurting it out, she was almost sent over the edge when her master really started to thrust into her, but she was enjoying every thrust her master was giving her.

Dovahkriid continued his thrusting for a few minutes, he was lost in the pleasure and the silken folds that kept squeezing and rippling around his slick member, that he hadn't even heard his dragon cry out in pleasure; he then looked up Graagmaarkest's body to her head, and he saw that she was completely lost in the pleasure as her eyes were half lidded and she was panting out of her relaxed mouth with her tongue partially hanging out of the side of her mouth.

Dovahkriid 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 sopping wet vent and his knot slipped in and out of his dragon's vent because she was so wet. His dragon was in absolute bliss, and was loving every thrust her master gave her, as her own mating juices were rising out of her vent and spilling out over the sides and was adding to the already large puddle of her fluids.

Dovahkriid was now reaching his climax, but he wanted to leave Graagmaarkest satisfied as well, so he then changed his angle slightly and he started to thrust his member into his dragon whilst the top of is member was rubbing up against the dragon's clit, his knot pressed against it each time he thrusted into his dragon and adding more pleasure. The dragon made no growls or hisses; she just gently rumbled and began to pant heavily as the feelings that her master were giving her were overwhelming her. The Argonian continued to thrust into his dragon whilst he was thrusting against his dragon's clit for a few more minutes before Dovahkriid felt his orgasm creep up on him; after a few more thrusts, he hissed loudly as his orgasm hit him with incredible force, he thrusted hard into Graagmaarkest for the last time, knotting her, and he came hard deep within her sopping vent. Graagmaarkest felt her master's knot slip into her vent and it swelled slightly as she felt his tapered cock start throbbing hard as he began cumming, this in turn made the dragon cum, she roared loudly, giving voice to her powerful orgasm, and a well of juices came flowing out, covering her master's already slick crotch and it flowed out and down onto the floor to mingle with the rest of her juices. When the dragon began cumming, her vent began to rhythmically clench around the Argonian's knot and throbbing member, and her clenching vent pulled the Argonian's knot and member deeper into her, making the Argonian's orgasm much more pleasurable and drawn out. Dovahkriid felt his member spray a good fifteen spurts of his sticky white seed into Graagmaarkest's vent to mix with her juices.

Both of them were panting heavily, trying to regain their breaths, Dovahkriid rested on Graagmaarkest's belly with his arms gently cuddling her, he was still knotted deep inside of her, but he was tired and his whole body felt weak. Eventually, he saw Graagmaarkest slowly open her now tired eyes after regaining her breath, and she bent her neck and brought her head towards him. He was a little frightened by the dragon bringing her 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 Graagmaarkest's master plan had unfolded. The Dragonborn was ready to meet his ancestors within the misty grove under the Great Hist Tree. Graagmaarkest's mouth came to his... and Graagmaarkest kissed him.

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

The Argonian briefly thought back to the time when he had bed the Nord woman; she 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.

Dovahkriid eventually regained some of his strength and he then carefully pulled his slowly deflating knot out, and then slid out of his mate's sopping, and still oozing vent and he tiredly moved to her tail-base and stood up, and then carefully stepped over her tail-base, being careful to not slip on his mate's emissions. He tiredly walked to where his mate's head had rested when they first started their little mating adventure, and his mate had watched him, and then she rolled over with a tired and satisfied groan. His mate looked at him and then gently motioned with her massive head for the Argonian to come and rest with her. He slowly walked over to his mate, who had shifted one of her 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 her head down and tucked it in under her wing; Graagmaarkest nuzzled up next to Dovahkriid, her new mate and companion, and whispered, "Drem praan dii ahmul, sleep well my mate." and they both happily fell asleep.

* * *

When morning came round, Graagmaarkest woke first; she carefully removed her head from under her wing and looked at her sleeping mate for a little while, and remembering the previous day's activities and she smiled, happy to have done what she and Dovahkriid had done together.

The light that was coming in from the windows eventually made its way over to where dragon and dragonborn were resting, the dragon already awake and reminiscing on the previous day, the light eventually disturbed the one still sleeping and eventually, Dovahkriid stirred and slowly opened his eyes to see Graagmaarkest watching over him, "Mmm, morning." He smiled.

Graagmaarkest yawned and replied, "Good morning my mate." She moved her wing so that Dovahkriid could get up.

Dovahkriid crawled out from underneath Graagmaarkest's wing and stood up yawning and stretching at the same time; he then looked at Graagmaarkest and blushed nervously, "I-I... did we actually mate the previous day?"

Graagmaarkest cocked her head, "Yes, my mate, we did."

Dovahkriid was still blushing when he laughed coyly, "I can't believe we did that," he then walked over to Graagmaarkest's head and carefully cuddled it, "I love you, my mate." He rested his own head against hers and closed his eyes for a moment, just enjoying the moment; he felt Graagmaarkest nuzzle against him and purr quietly.

Like all moments, it couldn't last, Graagmaarkest's belly rumbled ominously to be fed and the embrace was broken when Graagmaarkest turned her head away with a blush.

Dovahkriid gently laughed, although he was still blushing, "I guess you had better go and take care of that."

Graagmaarkest got up and gently nuzzled her mate, "Mmm, I will, my mate; I can do so happily, I have not felt this good for a while, I will return later my mate, once I have sated my hunger."

Dovahkriid smiled, "Take care my love."

Graagmaarkest replied happily, "I will my mate." And she walked to where there was an opening in the roof and crawled up and into the chamber above and took to her wings.

* * *

Graagmaarkest returned sometime later after sating her physical hunger, and she had some time to think things over on her way back and she was ready to sate another one of her hungers, but first she needed to talk to her mate about something that he had said the previous day.

Graagmaarkest found her mate stoking the fire when she crawled back through the opening in the roof, and she walked over to where here mate was and made herself comfortable before she spoke, "Hello my mate."

Dovahkriid looked up from what he was doing and smiled, "Greetings to you to my love, have you fed well?"

Graagmaarkest smiled, "Yes, I have," she paused, "Dovahkriid, I need to ask you something."

Dovahkriid made eye contact with her, "I-I, ok, what is it?"

Graagmaarkest sighed and broke eye contact, "It is about something you said yesterday, when I asked you to be honest with me," she then made eye contact again, "you said that you were enjoying looking at me, but you were not looking at my vent; I am curious to know as to what it was you were looking at."

Dovahkriid stiffened up at the blunt suddenness of the question and his face scales quickly heated up with a blush, "Graagmaarkest!" he shook his head with a sigh, "I don't know if I'm ever going to get used to you being so blunt about this sort of thing," Dovahkriid sighed and made eye contact again, "Graagmaarkest, I-I..." he sighed, and decided to tell her, but he wasn't sure as to how she was going to react, "I-I... I was looking... at your tail-hole." Dovahkriid swallowed hard and was blushing brightly.

Graagmaarkest was a little shocked, "What? You were looking at my tail-hole, why? Why would you find my tail-hole enjoyable to look at, I don't understand."

Dovahkriid's face-scales were burning hotly with a blush, "Graagmaarkest, h-how do I explain this," he took a deep sigh, "y-you know about my... Argonian male friend... and the night I spent with him?"

Graagmaarkest nodded, "yes, but that doesn't explain why you were looking at my tail-hole."

Dovahkriid continued, "Well... it does have something to do with it... y-you see... I-I like having tail-hole sex... I-I find anal mating incredibly arousing... and I find that part of you to be very arousing..."

Graagmaarkest was partially stunned, "Vahzen? You find my tail-hole arousing?"

Dovahkriid may have been the great and powerful Dragonborn, but he could not fight the embarrassment he felt and he looked away, blushing brightly, and coyly replied, "Yes, I do."

Graagmaarkest noticed as to how embarrassed her mate was; she felt a twinge of sorrow for bringing up such a sensitive subject so suddenly, she moved and nuzzled up to her mate, and whispering, "Krosis, dii ahmul, I did not mean to embarrass you so."

Dovahkriid gently wrapped his arms around Graagmaarkest's head and hugged, he was still blushing, "I know you didn't mean to, but it's in your nature to be bold and being blunt about things is a part of that boldness; you can't change what you are anymore than I can, it is who you are, and a lot of it is to do with your being a dragon, and I do understand, for I have the soul of one."

Graagmaarkest continued to gently nuzzle her mate and quietly purred, staying like that for quite some time; she still wanted to sate her other hunger, but she thought about what her mate had said, and decided to let her mate take her in her tail-hole, she in part wanted to make up for her blunt boldness, although she was going to be bold about her mate mating her tail-hole; she eventually pulled her head away and gently nuzzled her mate's shoulder before pulling away completely; Graagmaarkest found herself blushing a little at thought of what she was about to do, "Dovahkriid dii ahmul, when I returned, my most pressing hunger had been sated, but I have wanted to sate another hunger, but I could not do that without you my mate."

Dovahkriid laughed a little nervously, "And what was this other hunger, that you could not sate without my help?"

Graagmaarkest giggled with a little bit of excitement, but her blush deepened, "I wanted to mate with you," she then nuzzled her mate again, still blushing deeply, "but, I wish to make it up to you my mate for my boldness, and for embarrassing you so," and Graagmaarkest was now blushing brightly, "I would like you to mate my tail-hole."

Dovahkriid was a little surprised at Graagmaarkest, he didn't think that she would want him to take her there, but his face scales heated up with a blush as he felt his groin and genital slit heat up with arousal and he laughed a little coyly, "You want to mate again; and you... are sure that you want me... to mate your tail-hole?"

Graagmaarkest nodded, still blushing, "Yes, I do my mate." She then walked to where they had mated the day before and she rolled over onto her back, and she curled her neck so that she was looking at her underbelly and then she looked in the direction that she had left her mate where he was standing, and she motioned him over with her head.

Dovahkriid followed with what Graagmaarkest wanted and walked over to where she had sprawled herself out, he was still blushing, "Well, you're a bit eager aren't you."

Graagmaarkest, even though she was still blushing herself, she simply replied, "Zu'u boziik, I am being bold."

Dovahkriid looked her in the eye, still blushing from arousal, "Graagmaarkest, you don't have to do this."

Graagmaarkest shook her head, "Hush my mate, I want to do this, I want you to mate my tail-hole; now be a good mate and take your clothes off so that I can watch you become aroused as you touch me."

Dovahkriid laughed coyly as his face scales remained hot and flushed, "I... o-ok, give me moment," he then took his clothes off in front of his mate who watched intently, "I-is that better my mate?" he said blushing brightly.

Graagmaarkest hungrily soaked up the view before her, "Yes, much my mate; you truly are handsome my mate, I never really took the time to admire you yesterday, I was too busy focusing on the pleasure you brought me."

Dovahkriid accepted the compliment with a bright blush, "I... you think that I am handsome? Thank you, you are beautiful as well."

Graagmaarkest purred at the compliment, "Thank you my mate, now start touching me, I want to see you become aroused."

Dovahkriid's blush couldn't get any brighter, "I... all right I get the hint," he then walked around Graagmaarkest's wing to her rear; he then stepped over her tail-base and then sat down on her tail, "Is this a good enough view for you my love?"

Graagmaarkest fixed her gaze on her mate's flushed genital slit and purred, "That's perfect my mate, mmm, now touch me."

Dovahkriid blushing brightly, laughed coyly, "Ok, ok, I'm touching already," and he leaned forward slightly, making sure that Graagmaarkest could still see his genital slit, and placed his right hand near to the opening of her vent and began to gently massage the outside of Graagmaarkest's vent, earning him a deep purr of pleasure.

As Dovahkriid continued to gently massage the outside of Graagmaarkest's vent, it didn't take long for her vent to puff up with arousal as she was already feeling aroused, and her vent soon began to produce her mating fluids, which began to leak out of her aroused vent and start to gently trickle down to her tail base, where it began to pool in the dip where her tail-hole was.

Dovahkriid was watching as Graagmaarkest's mating fluids trickled out of her vent and watched as they pooled in the dip in her scales, he was sitting reasonably close, and because he was already blushing, he just looked and he felt a wave of arousal hit him as he stared at Graagmaarkest's tail-hole, he didn't hide the fact that he was staring, and as he continued to stare, the arousing thoughts of what he was looking at and the thoughts of what he could do to his mate, were very arousing, and he leant back so that Graagmaarkest could have a good view before he became fully aroused; Dovahkriid moaned quietly as he felt the head of his tapered member slide its way out of his slit, quickly followed by the rest of his impressive mating tool, the nubs at the base of his tapered shaft quickly firmed up, and it throbbed with life as he sat there and enjoyed the feeling of becoming fully aroused, his head swimming with the naughty and arousing thoughts.

Graagmaarkest had watched her mate become aroused, and she couldn't help the lustful growl that welled up from deep inside of her, she was still amazed that her mate's body could house such an impressive member, and her being a dragon was quite something to see on one of the mortal races; she felt her own arousal grow a little at the sight, and the thought of her mate taking her in the tail-hole, sent a pleasurable shiver up her spine, she had to admit, it was a very arousing thought, to be mated in such a naughty place and it made her blush even more; she kept looking at her mate's member, then she looked up and made eye contact with her mate, let him know that she was blushing, and that she had enjoyed watching her mate become aroused.

Dovahkriid held his mate's gaze; he could see that she was blushing, though it mattered little as he was blushing himself, "Enjoyed the show, did we?"

Graagmaarkest didn't hide the fact that she had, "Yes, I did my mate, as you enjoyed looking at my tail-hole, and having naughty thoughts about me," and she held eye contact with him, and then she gently added, "I was also having naughty thoughts about you doing naughty things to me."

Dovahkriid was surprised, "You? You were having naughty thoughts about what I could do to you," a smile spread across his flushed face, "and what did these naughty thoughts of yours entail?"

Graagmaarkest stayed bold as she blushed brightly, "My naughty thoughts were about you pressing your member into my tail-hole, and then mating me, until you fill me with your seed my mate."

Dovahkriid gently placed a hand near Graagmaarkest's tail-hole, where her juices had pooled, and were overflowing in a slow trickle down the sides of her tail, he held her gaze, though he was still blushing his eyes told a different story, there was a gentleness in them, telling his mate that she didn't have to go through with what she had said, "Is that so?" Dovahkriid sighed a little, "My love, you don't have to."

Graagmaarkest saw the look in Dovahkriid's eyes, she knew that she didn't have to, but her mate was strong willed, and he cared about how she felt, very much like herself, she cared about him, and she had come this far, this was only the second day with him as her mate, but she wasn't deterred by him, she was going through with this, "Yes my mate, I was," and she remembered to the day before when she first propositioned him to mate her and she smiled at the thought and boldly went on, "Dovahkriid dii ahmul, will you oblige me?"

Dovahkriid could see it in Graagmaarkest's eyes, she wanted to do this, "Ok my love, we will take this slow, and I will be gentle with you, ok?"

Graagmaarkest nodded her approval blushing, "Yes my mate, zu'u ov Dovahkriid dii ahmul."

Dovahkriid smiled at Graagmaarkest's willingness to continue, he then looked down to pay attention to what he was doing; he slowly began to massage her where he had placed his hand, and heard Graagmaarkest gently purr at his administrations; after a short while of his massaging, he then changed his tactic and then with the same hand, he began to do circles around the edge of the pool of Graagmaarkest's juices with his fingers, getting them wet with the slimy, viscous fluid, Graagmaarkest continued to purr at the attention.

Dovahkriid continued with what he was doing as he brought his other hand to rest near Graagmaarkest's tail-hole, but not in the way of what he was doing; he then slowed to a stop where her juices were slowly trickling down from her vent, and then he slowly trailed his fingers down into the pool of slimy, viscous fluid, feeling warm scale turn into heated flesh, until he found the slightly wrinkled dip of flesh that was his mate's tail-hole, and he stopped there, leaving his fingers on his mate's tail-hole; he heard Graagmaarkest stop purring as her breathing increased slightly, and he looked up to her head, she was blushing, and he could feel her gently clenching, and unclenching her tail-hole, as the dip of flesh under his fingers dipped in momentarily when she clenched.

Dovahkriid made eye contact, and he held eye contact with Graagmaarkest as he began to do little circles around the entrance to her tail-hole, the pool of fluids made it slick and easy and he could feel her clench and unclench her tail-hole a little more often as he carefully teased his mate's tail-hole, watching her face for any reaction that might be unsettling her, but her breathing picked up a little bit more and her eyes widened; he continued to gently tease for a little while longer, before he brought his fingers to the centre of her tail-hole again, and watching her carefully, he gently pressed his index finger against the dip, still watching his mate closely, he then slowly pressed his finger inwards, feeling the heated flesh slowly yield as he carefully sunk his finger into her tight hot tail-hole, made easy thanks to the slick fluids pooled at her tail-hole, he managed to sink his finger all the way to the knuckle as he watched his mate's face; Graagmaarkest's breathing had picked up considerably and she had squeezed her eyes shut when his finger had sunk in all the way and she was squeezing his finger tightly; Dovahkriid was watching his mate intently, he was worried that it was unsettling her, as it was clear that she had never been mated there, or had any foreign object pushed into her tail-hole, and as he was about to pull his finger out when he felt her tail-hole relax, and he watched as she relaxed her squeezed shut eyes so that they were only closed, and her breathing had calmed a little, he was concerned about how she felt, "Graagmaarkest, are you ok my love?" she opened her eyes to look at him, still blushing, "if this is uncomfortable or if it is unsettling you, we can stop."

Graagmaarkest shook her head, "Niid dii ahmul, I am ok, it feels a little strange," she then sighed and closed her eyes, blushing, "mmm, but it also feels nice my mate," she said and gave Dovahkriid's finger a gentle squeeze, and opened her eyes, "please, continue my mate."

Dovahkriid smiled, "Very well my love, tell me if it starts to become uncomfortable for you."

Graagmaarkest blushed, "Zu'u fen dii ahmul, zu'u ov Dovahkriid," she then closed her eyes and relaxed, and it felt better when she relaxed, the finger in her rear truly felt good, she was certainly not naive when it came to mating, her old mate had pleasured her with his tongue a few times before, helping her to relax, that was what Dovahkriid was doing at the moment, helping her to relax and to loosen her tail-hole, so that when he mated her, it would be easier for him to penetrate her, and she smiled at the thought.

Dovahkriid understood most of the dragon's language, and he knew that Graagmaarkest spoke in her native tongue when she was honest about what she was saying or feeling, and it made him smile, he then looked down to concentrate on what he was going to do next for a few moments, he then started to gently pull his finger out of Graagmaarkest's tail-hole, and he felt her squeeze his finger, almost as if she didn't want him to pull it out, and he smiled at the thought, he pulled his finger out so that the first joint on his finger was just showing, but because of the pool of fluids, he could see, but he could feel it, and then he slowly pushed it back into his mate's tail-hole, and repeated the process a few times before he looked up at Graagmaarkest's face, she was still blushing and she still had her eyes closed, and her breathing was relatively calm as he gently fingered her rear; he continued to gently finger her tail-hole, watching her reaction, she started to sigh, which was a good sign that she was enjoying his ministrations, he began to pick up the pace, and was fingering her at a reasonable pace, and it paid off because she moaned and started to growl pleasurably. Dovahkriid fingered Graagmaarkest's rear for a while as she continued to moan and growl pleasurably for him, he decided to up the ante and he gently pulled his finger out and Graagmaarkest squeezed his finger as he managed to extricate his finger momentarily, before he added his middle finger, and then pushed both his index and middle finger into her tail-hole, and began to finger her slowly again, and built up the speed to the reasonable pace that he had going before and Graagmaarkest began to pant, moan and growl pleasurably as he continued to finger her with two of his fingers.

Graagmaarkest was panting and blushing hotly as her tail-hole was fingered by her mate, she never thought she could feel pleasure from her rear, her vent was leaking a fair amount of her mating fluids as a result of it, the feeling of her mate's slick fingers thrusting in and out of her tail-hole felt good, she gave them a gentle squeeze and it felt good, but she wanted more, she wanted her mate to push his member into her tail-hole, she wanted to feel him inside of tail-hole, and to then mate her, she then moaned and opened her eyes, here mate was currently concentrating on what he was doing with his fingers, to notice she was watching him, and it made her smile, "Mmm, my mate," she panted, and he looked up to her, he was still blushing, but not as much and she smiled at him and panted, "mmm, mate me dii ahmul," and she moaned and closed her eyes when he slowed his thrusting fingers to a stop inside of her tail-hole, and then he slowly removed them, and she gave a gentle squeeze as he pulled them out of her.

Dovahkriid brought his hand up to his mouth, and made sure that his mate was watching him, before he began to lick her juices off of his hand and then he placed both his middle and index fingers into his mouth and he licked them clean, he could taste her sweet nectar, but he also noticed a stronger, muskier flavour, he liked it, it was the taste of Graagmaarkest's tail-hole musk, he pulled his fingers out of his mouth after tasting and cleaning off his mate's juices; Graagmaarkest had been watching him the whole time, and she was blushing and she also had a slightly stunned look, but she looked at him, and he saw that she had found his little display to be arousing; Dovahkriid then scooped up some more of Graagmaarkest's mating fluids directly from the source as she was producing a fair amount of them, and he then spread them over his tapered member, and he repeated it a few more times until his tapered member was slick and dripping with her mating fluids.

Dovahkriid moved into position and he looked up at Graagmaarkest, a silent question in his eyes, Graagmaarkest blushed, and she nodded her head and Dovahkriid grasped his tapered member, and he guided it so that the tapered head was gently pressed against Graagmaarkest's tail-hole, her juices surrounded the head of his tapered member and he looked up at Graagmaarkest, he gently asked, "Are you ready my love?"

Graagmaarkest blushed again and nodded, and sincerely replied, "Yes my mate, I am ready." And she closed her eyes and relaxed herself as best she could, so that her mate would be able to penetrate her tail-hole more easily.

Dovahkriid smiled, "I will be as gentle as I can my love," then concentrated on penetrating his mate, he held his tapered member and he then slowly and gently, but firmly pushed the tapered head of his member into Graagmaarkest's tight, hot tail-hole, and the tight ring of muscle yielded to his slow, gentle push, plus, her mating fluids helped a great deal, and he felt the flared head of his tapered cock suddenly slide in past his mate's tight anal sphincter which clamped shut behind his tapered cock-head; he hissed with pleasure as the head of his member was now enveloped just inside of Graagmaarkest's silky smooth, hot orifice; Dovahkriid stopped there panting, to allow his mate the chance to get used to the feeling of having him in her tail-hole.

Graagmaarkest had gently jerked her head up slightly and gasped and she squeezed her already shut eyes tightly together, and then she dipped her head back down and gritted her teeth when the head of Dovahkriid's tapered member slid in past her anal muscles she had involuntarily clamped her muscles for a few seconds before relaxing again, she then opened her eyes to look at her mate, she noticed he was panting and not moving, she realized that he was waiting for her to adjust to the feeling of having her rear penetrated; she smiled and closed her eyes again, she was starting to enjoy the stretched feeling in her rear and she quietly moaned with pleasure and she felt herself blush deeply as it felt good to have her tail-hole penetrated, she then growled with pleasure and gently rumbled afterwards.

Dovahkriid noticed Graagmaarkest'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 tapered member deeper into Graagmaarkest's tail-hole, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her. He continued to slowly slide his tapered member deeper into his mate, eventually taking his hand away from his tapered shaft; a couple of times Graagmaarkest's anal muscles gently clenched his tapered member which made him hiss and grunt with pleasure, until his knot came into contact with her tail-hole and he carefully laid down on top of her, being careful to not to put too much weight on his knot, not wanting to hurt his mate, and he eventually relaxed. He moaned deeply and began to gently pant a little, as his tapered member was now hilted deep inside Graagmaarkest; the feeling was indescribable, it was tight and hot, and his mate's tail-hole kept gently squeezing his member every several seconds.

Graagmaarkest felt her mate hilt himself inside of her and she rumbled deeply at the feeling, she started to pant gently herself and she hissed again in pleasure. She concentrated on the feeling inside her tail-hole; she was enjoying the strange pleasure she was experiencing, the feeling of her mate's tapered member that was deep inside of her, the full feeling, coupled with the stretched feeling in her rear, as she relaxed, she found the strange pleasure slowly fade into real pleasure and she couldn't help but moan and rumble deeply again, "Ohh, my mate, mmm, you feel good inside of me."

Dovahkriid looked up at Graagmaarkest's head from where he had rested his head, panting with pleasure, "Mmm, it feels good to be inside of you my love," and he sighed with pleasure, "You are doing fantastically well my love, how are you feeling?"

Graagmaarkest opened her eyes blushing, to look at her mate, and she smiled, "Thank you my mate, mmm, I feel good my mate," she then gently squeezed her tail-hole, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from her mate, and she sighed with pleasure herself and relaxed her tail-hole again, "mmm, please, mate me, I want to feel you mate me, and to fill my tail-hole with your seed my mate."

Dovahkriid smiled, "As you desire my love."

Graagmaarkest closed her eyes again and relaxed, and moaning a pleasurable growl, ready for her mate to start mating her tail-hole.

Dovahkriid was laying there with his member deep inside Graagmaarkest, and enjoying the moment a little longer, he wasn't one to rush this sort of thing, he was still looking at his mate when she closed her eyes and he felt her relax, he heard Graagmaarkest growl pleasurably, even though his head was full of the pleasurable haze that his member was giving him, he knew deep down that his mate was ready, and decided it was time to start the act; he then got his elbows carefully and then started up a slow rhythm in his thrusting, so that his mate could get used to the feeling, his mate was truly ready as she began to gently squeeze his tapered member, and it made both of them moan, growl and hiss in pleasure.

Dovahkriid continued with the slow rhythm, he wanted Graagmaarkest to feel comfortable with his thrusts, he heard Graagmaarkest moan and sigh pleasurably, "mmm, faster my mate."

Dovahkriid picked up the pace after his mate's utterance with his thrusting and started to really pound her tail-hole, he noticed Graagmaarkest's puffed up vent was leaking a fair amount of her mating juices, that was running down to pool in the dip where he was currently thrusting his tapered member into, and then it was running down the sides of her tail to pool on the floor; he found this to be really arousing, to see that his mate was enjoying being mated in her tail-hole, he then slowed down just a little to a good steady rhythm, but putting more power behind his thrusts. This made Graagmaarkest tense a little at the feeling, but she was making such pleasurable sounds that Dovahkriid continued.

Graagmaarkest lost herself to the pleasure, she growled and hissed lustily as her mate thrusted his tapered member into her tail-hole, she found that, even through the pleasurable haze, she was really enjoying the feeling of being mated in the rear, she started to understand the reason why he liked tail-hole mating, it felt exciting and naughty, and she felt her body flush deeply with arousal at this revelation, and she opened her eyes so that they were half lidded and she hissed with pleasure as she began to squeeze her mate's tapered member in time with his thrusts, so that when he pulled out of her, she would squeeze his tapered member and relax when he thrusted into her, and she continued to do this and she would, moan, growl and hiss in pleasure, the same said for her mate, as he was moaning, growling and hissing in pleasure, and she enjoyed every moment of it.

Dovahkriid nearly slumped over onto Graagmaarkest when she started to rhythmically squeeze his member and he moaned deeply in pleasure, as he continued to steadily thrust into her tail-hole, and hearing her moan, growl and hiss in pleasure, brought great pleasure to him to hear his mate enjoying herself; he then carefully lowered himself down so that he could hug Graagmaarkest as he continued to mate her tail-hole and he heard her moan as he hugged her, she enjoyed the intimacy of his hug, and he stayed like that for awhile as he continued to mate her slick tail-hole, and after a few more minutes had passed he looked up Graagmaarkest's body to her head, and he saw that she was completely lost in the pleasure as her eyes were half lidded and she was panting out of her relaxed mouth with her tongue partially hanging out of the side of her mouth.

Dovahkriid began to feel the familiar feeling of his climax; he then gripped Graagmaarkest and gritted his teeth as he began to speed up with his thrusts, so that his groin was slapping against her rear and his knot was being firmly mashed against her tail-hole with each thrust. Graagmaarkest was in absolute bliss, and was loving every thrust into her tail-hole that her mate gave her, as her own mating juices were rising out of her vent and spilling out over the sides and was adding to the already large puddle of her fluids, making his front slick with her fluids.

Dovahkriid was now reaching his climax, but he wanted to leave his mate satisfied as well, he carefully got to his elbows whilst he was mating, and then he carefully leaned on his left elbow and with his right hand he placed his hand at the top of Graagmaarkest's sopping vent and began to gently massage her clit in gentle circles, and he concentrated on bringing her to orgasm in time with him.

Graagmaarkest made no growls or hisses; she just gently rumbled and began to pant heavily as the feelings that her mate were giving her were overwhelming her, but through the lustful, pleasurable haze, she recognized what her mate was doing and she knew that he was getting close to his orgasm, she managed to clear her head enough, she made a split decision and locked her half lidded gaze on her mate, and panted, "Mmm, tie me my mate," and Dovahkriid looked up at her and she just whispered "tie me my mate," and she just panted as the pleasure overwhelmed her, she hoped her mate understood what she wanted.

Dovahkriid had understood what Graagmaarkest wanted, and he just nodded as he was panting with the immense amount of pleasure he was experiencing, he then concentrated back on pleasuring his mate; he continued to thrust into Graagmaarkest while massaging her clit at the same time for a few more minutes before Dovahkriid felt his orgasm creep up on him; he grit his teeth as he then braced himself against his mate and began to thrust his tapered member into her tail-hole a little harder so that his knot was slapping against Graagmaarkest's tail-hole, and he began to add a little more force, so that his knot was starting to spread her tail-hole with each thrust, and after a few more thrusts, he then thrusted one more time and he pushed his knot into Graagmaarkest's tail-hole and his knot didn't go all the way in, but he heard his mate grunt and he felt her squeeze her tail-hole and it forced his knot in the rest of the way as her tail-hole clamped shut behind it, the knot swelling, tying them together, and he nearly collapsed on top of her but he managed to control it as he laid on top of her, gritting his teeth as he hissed loudly as his orgasm hit him with incredible force, and he came harder than he had ever came, deep within Graagmaarkest's bowels.

Graagmaarkest roared out loud as she forced the rest of Dovahkriid's knot into her tail-hole and clamped it shut as she felt his knot swell and his tapered member throb as he began to orgasm inside of her, and it tipped her over the edge as she began to have her own orgasm, it hit her with incredible force, her vent snapped shut and a well of her juices flowed out as her vent spasmed and rippled around a non-existent penis, whilst her stuffed and clenching tail-hole squeezed and pulled the knotted tapered member deeper into her with each clench and it came back as her anal muscles unclenched, thrusting the tapered inside of her tail-hole, with no way that it was going to come out; the full feeling in her rear and stretched tail-hole made her orgasm all the more powerful.

When Dovahkriid heard Graagmaarkest roar after taking his knot, he felt her vent snap shut and a well of juices flowed out as she began cumming, he felt her tail-hole begin to rhythmically clench around his own throbbing tapered member, and because of his knot, he felt her clenching tail-hole make his tapered member do a thrusting motion deep inside of her, making his orgasm much more intense, pleasurable and drawn out. Dovahkriid felt his tapered member spray a good fifteen spurts or more of his sticky white seed into Graagmaarkest's bowels.

Both of them were panting heavily after such an intense orgasm, trying to regain their breaths, Dovahkriid rested partly on his dragon's belly with his arms gently cuddling her, he was knotted deep inside of Graagmaarkest's tail-hole, he was tired and his whole body felt weak. Eventually, he saw his mate slowly open her now tired eyes after regaining her breath, and she bent her neck and brought her head towards him and gently nuzzled against his cheek, and then he shared a kiss with his draconic mate.

Graagmaarkest broke the kiss when she pulled her head back to look at her mate and gave him a very satisfied look and she smiled, "Mmm, my mate, I enjoyed that," and she then blushed, "I enjoyed that very much, and I would like to do this with you again sometime my mate."

Dovahkriid looked back at her with a little bit of surprise on his tired, blushing features, and he smiled, "You enjoyed yourself, that is good to hear my mate," he sighed with pleasure as he was still inside of his mate's tail-hole, "and you want me to mate you, where my member is currently, at some point in the future again?" and he felt his mate give his member a very gentle, quick squeeze, making him hiss with pleasure.

Graagmaarkest gently purred and she bent her neck down to nuzzle against Dovahkriid's cheek, "Yes, I would very much like that my mate." And she shared another kiss with him, before pulling her head back so that her mate could see that she truly meant it.

Dovahkriid smiled at her and then cuddled into her and nuzzled against her belly, and stayed that way for a few moments when he carefully got up to his elbows, and he then tried to pull out of Graagmaarkest's tail-hole, but he was having trouble, he didn't realise that his knot was still very swollen, he grunted as he tried to gently pull himself out of his mate's tail-hole, finding great resistance as he tried to pull himself out and he even heard Graagmaarkest grunt a little as he tried and failed to pull himself out, he was still very aroused; he then looked up at Graagmaarkest's face, blushing brightly, "I-I..."

Graagmaarkest looked down at her blushing mate and smiled, "Hush my mate, settle yourself down again," and she purred to him, "let us rest, tied together, stay like this, inside of me my mate." She punctuated this with a gentle squeeze of her tail-hole.

Dovahkriid hissed as his knotted member was squeezed, he was still blushing brightly, as he settled himself down on Graagmaarkest again, he looked up at his mate, "I-I... I'm sorry, my love, I didn't intend..."

Graagmaarkest shook her head, "Hush, my mate, this feels good my mate, I want you to stay," she then nuzzled his cheek again, "lay your head down my mate."

Dovahkriid was still blushing brightly, he couldn't believe his mate was letting him, pretty much, sleep, whilst he was still inside of her tail-hole, "But..."

Graagmaarkest kissed her mate, cutting him off, then nuzzled his cheek again, "Hush, lay your head down my mate."

Dovahkriid kissed Graagmaarkest, "I love you, my mate." And he finally laid his head against his mate's scales, and he closed his eyes and smiled as he hugged his mate.

Graagmaarkest gently purred, "I love you too," she then curled one of her wings over her mate and wrapped him up in a warm, scaly hug, "Drem praan dii ahmul," she quietly purred to him, and he fell asleep in her embrace, tied together, she then laid her long neck back and laid her head to one side on the floor, a smile on her face as she closed her eyes, and in the most intimate embrace, she fell asleep.

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

Dragon - English Translation

Graagmaarkest - Green-Terror-Tempest.

Dovahkriid - Dragon-Slayer.

Dovahkiin - Dragonborn.

Durnehviir - no translation yet.

Dragon aspect - MUL (Strength), QAH (Arms), DIIV (Head) - unsure if it is the correct translation for this shout.

Drain Vitality - GAAN (Magika or Mana), LAH (Stamina), HAAS (Health).

Fire Breath - YOL (Fire), TOOR (Inferno), SHUL (Sun).

Zu'u bolog do Dovahkiin - I beg of you.

Qahnaariin - vanquisher.

Zu'u lost niid rahgot vahtiv Dovahkiin - I have no anger toward you.

Faal mey - the fool.

Dovahkiin aal dreh ful - you may do so.

Zu'u vaat vah gron dii mir vah Dovahkiin in - I swear to bind my allegiance to you master.

Krosis - sorrow.

Mindok do Graagmaarkest - think of me.

(Unslaad krosis - Ceaseless/Unending/Eternal sorrow.)

Unslaad krosis dii in - innumerable pardons my master.

Drem praan dii ahmul - peaceful rest my mate (Husband).

Vahzen - truly (truth).

Zu'u bozik - I am being bold.

Zu'u ov Dovahkriid dii ahmul - I trust you my mate.

Niid dii ahmul - no my mate.

Zu'u fen dii ahmul, zu'u ov Dovahkriid - I will my mate, I trust you.