Dovahzaam
by Shravasti
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The Elder Scrolls series, Skyrim and all related materials belong to Bethesda Softworks. 

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Dun gaaf tuz (Grace Ghost Blade)

Drog faad ul (Lord warmth eternity)

Mal Brit Kul (Little beautiful son)

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Somewhere in an out of the way cave in an out of the way corner of the land of Skyrim was a Dragon Burial Mound. The pink scaled Argonian who found the cave could scarcely believe his bad luck. Trying to make a new life in another land only ended up getting him enthralled by a necromancer in the middle of a brutal war in which it was said Dragons were coming back to life. He had escaped, managing to stab the inattentive necromancer in the back and making his way out in just the robe she'd put him in, unsure of where to go.

The passage of one of those immense dragons over his head convinced him to go back to hiding, and he was driven into this cave. Skyrim had a ton of them. He had hoped not to run into a bear or sabre cat in there, but instead there was something much worse. At least, if he didn't wake it up. He didn't think he would. The story going around was that there was some immense black dragon unearthing the others and, barring some weird daedric intervention, it didn't look like there was a way for a bat to get in here, much less a dragon.

As he stepped up to the mound, he jumped at the sound of a loud boom, which strangely didn't echo. The torches in the bronze sconces lit up with blue flame. Gaining more light, he was finally able to take in the enormity of the cavern and the mound. It was certainly quiet in here, no sign of even small animals. He didn't feel like getting comfortable in here, but he felt like he didn't have a choice for the moment. He was only concerned with immediate safety, the real dragon outside was more pertinent than a dead one here. He looked around, wondering if there was anything else left there. Maybe some treasure, or some old books. With his luck, there were probably Draugr. Instead he found a wall, one of those Word Walls, like the one he passed on the way into the country. 

This one was damaged. The shapes around the edge were all broken. The wall itself was utterly smooth, except for one thing. It was barely visible in this light, but there were words scratched into the wall. He was astonished to recognize it. It wasn't in Nordic or the dragon's language, it was in Jel, his people's own language. "Kesia Nay" he reflexively said out loud. The word lit up, and the entire cave rumbled, and the mound began to bulge upwards. 'Oh crap!' he thought. 'That was stupid!' It was there he remembered what the words said. "Stand above me".

He found himself backed up against the wall, unable to move as the dragon burst out from the mound. It was a huge skeleton, but then flesh began to form over it, turning it into one big, coherent dragon, as blue and gray as a stormcloud. The dragon stretched for a moment, and all color felt like it was draining from the Argonian as a huge silver eye aimed in his direction. This was it. The dragon began to crawl towards him, every move making the ground shake, the mere movement of his wings making the air blow his robe back and forth. He winced as he prepared for the end, the dragon coming up to mere inches before him.

"Well... hello, little one. What winds drew you to me?" said the dragon, that great big throat making the voice rumble the Argonian's every scale. 

He couldn't think of anything else, so he decided to answer. "I-I was... I was t-trying to hide."

"Hide? Ah, Geh. I sense the machinations of my dear brother Alduin, even in this dark cave. He thinks he can make another play for power, but I made sure to make that difficult for him. That's why I'm down here, you know."

The Argonian was shaking, a huge claw reached out, caressing his body gently. "You need not fear me, little one." Little reassurance. "Praan..."

The word echoed in the Argonian's head, and he understood it. Rest. Or more to the point, relax. Oddly he did, compelled by this dragon to change his mood. "Better." the dragon said. "Now, what is your name, little joor?"

"Th-this one is named... Teeb-Rei"

"Hip-Roller." the dragon repeated in common. "Peculiar but somehow fitting name for such an enticing creature. Like my worshipers of old, ever swaggering to please their master. Perhaps it is time for me to get back into old habits." Teeb-Rei froze up again. He'd not just found a dragon, but a randy dragon. He couldn't deny there was something intoxicating about the dragon's voice, but he could not imagine possibly pleasuring a dragon the size of a cargo boat. "And I am called Dungaaftuz. But my brothers liked to call me Drogfaadul, because I liked to be intimate with my servants. That is why I'm here, and why the blood of the Dovah lingers in others. It was not the favor of Akatosh that the ancestors of the Dovahkiin received, but the seed of Drogfaadul and those that once followed him."

It was a simple and more practical explanation, though Teeb-Rei was still unsure how that was possible. "But how, my... my lord?"

The dragon grinned, rearing up his head. "KOS MED JOOR!!" The shout shook the entire cavern, and Teeb-Rei watched as the dragon began to compress into himself, all those scales shrinking, seemingly melting. Even his skull was getting smaller. His wings furled around himself, reducing with him as he stood up on his hind legs, then stopped at a head height of about 8 feet. When the wings unfurled again, Teeb-Rei had to keep his jaw from falling on the floor. The dragon was now in the shape of a man, a large and muscular man sporting an impressive, but properly sized manhood, if still a little huge, which faded to a solid black along it's length. Yet still, his visage was that of the dragon. 'Could this work after all?' the Argonian thought, though he was still tentative.

"This is the secret my brothers fear, why I was trapped here." He strode up to the wall, looking over the Argonian's shoulder at the scratchings on the blank wall. "Ah, I see why you have awoken me now. One of my clever little servants past found a way around my imprisonment." Teeb-Rei was shaking again, staring at the dragon's naked body, which he got to see more of when the dragon turned to him. "But now that I've unfurled myself, I hope you'd do me the courtesy of the same."

"I-I don't know, sir. I just..."

"All you need to know, little one, is the joy of obeying." the dragon stated, eyes piercing into the little Argonian's soul.

"Yes, master." Teeb-Rei untied the robe and let it fall. The dragon quirked an eyebrow, looking the naked pink Argonian over. The shapes were significantly feminine. But there were no breasts there, and a small penis that reached out pathetically to him. "This is interesting. And here I thought I'd caught another female, though I sense you are very much as a female. Tell me truthfully, does my body excite you?"

"Yes, master." Teeb-Rei answered, no hesitation.

"I have lain with males, but none quite like you. You are a rare treasure, my dear Malbritkul." The dragon's maw drew towards him, but he no longer feared, he was as hot at Black Marsh in summer now. They were scale to scale, and their lips converged. The dragon's tongue reached in far, literally going down the Argonian's throat, but he found the sensation strangely comforting. Teeb-Rei's eyes closed as he savored this.

When they opened again, they seemed to be in a different room. The cavern had turned into a huge domed balcony, pillared, but bearing no walls, only open sky in daylight with no apparent horizon. The mound had turned into a great big pool. The dragon broke contact, his tongue sliding out like the sword from it's sheath. He turned Teeb-Rei around and gave his backside a gentle swat, urging him forward. The Argonian dipped a toe into the water, it was nice and hot the way Argonians, and most likely dragons, liked it. He stepped in, finding it only deep enough to keep his cock above water. The dragon stepped in next to him, and sat back against the rim of the pool, presenting his much larger cock for Teeb-Rei's viewing pleasure. Just the sight of it seemed to emit pleasure and comfort that made his own throb wantonly, and the dragon's manhood wasn't even erect yet.
 
"You've show a skill for waking things, why not see if you can wake this up?" said the dragon. Teeb-rei could feel the will of the dragon melting his own away. No. Merging. He could not deny in his heart that this idea excited him. Males, especially large and muscular males, always drew more excitement from him than any female, but this was not a common line of thinking in this world. Now there was this big, strong male who desired him as well. That huge, veiny appendage called out to him. He'd never been able to lay with a male before, but somehow Teeb-Rei knew just what to do. He knelt before the dragon, helping himself and hefting the weighty testes before him, holding them up in reverence. His hands slid inward, sliding along the dragon's length, lifting it up to mouth level. There was a strange tingle in the back of Teeb-Rei's mind, as though knowledge was being fed into his brain.
 
His mouth moved forward, and he found himself wrapping his lips around the cockhead, his tongue willing itself not around it, but within it. His eyes bulged as his tongue slid casually and easily into the dragon's urethra. He found himself one-sidedly making out with the dragon's cock, feeling it throb inside and out. He had to move closer as the cock began to harden, extend, and lift upward. The dragon huffed through his nostrils, placing a hand on the Argonian's head, urging him to put his tongue in as far as he wanted. The cock finally ceased to grow, and Teeb-Rei guessed that it was a foot long, and two inches thick. Even with his tongue deep inside that cock, his head was still moving forward, and suddenly it slid down his throat. He didn't choke, he hardly had to think about breathing, and somehow his tongue was still in there even though that cockhead was now bulging the bottom of his neck. Given that he was in a floating balcony that had been a cave a few minutes ago, he didn't wonder how. It was hard to anyway. He was aroused beyond measure as the dragon began to thrust into his throat, back and forth. His thinking was being overcome with the desire to please and serve this dragon.
 
"Mmph..." the dragon grunted. "That's the way, kul. Let me mold you. Body and mind." Teeb-Rei could hardly argue, not with a mouth and throatful of draconic meat. He could feel the winding veins throb as they traveled back and forth through his esophagus, creating a strange, pleasurable tickle, as though his neck had developed erogenous zones. Teeb-Rei's cock suddenly reminded him that it existed, spurting his cum into the pool with no input from his hands.

The dragon grinned. "My dear Malbritkul loves his master's cock, so shall it show master's love back." Teeb-Rei felt his throat bulging far more than he thought it could as the thick cum flowed around his tongue and poured down his throat. He relfexively swallowed, despite the blockage in his throat, chugging the cum like milk. He came again, his small cock doing its best to ape what the dragon was doing. Teeb-Rei pulled back, his tongue sliding out from the dragon's urethra like said cock slid out from his throat.

The Argonian couldn't help but relax as the dragon's cum anointed his naked body, as though he was becoming part of it, melting into a pool of comfort and safety. Nor did he seem to mind that a little bit of his will was melting away with it. Between his small size and living in Skyrim, he'd give anything for those things, and until now, he had nothing to live for. Maybe it was the dragon talking, but it hardly mattered anymore.

With that, the cum pooled together from all over Teeb-Rei's body. First it formed into a ball just under his chin, then it wrapped around his neck, coalescing into a gold collar ornately designed like the tiaras he'd seen in so many shops. Instead of jewels, there was a glass-like ball danging from it, and within it was the dragon's seed. Truly it did serve to mark him. "M-master honors this one..."

The Argonian bowed his head, holding his hands to his sides, palms forward in supplication. The dragon stepped up, caressing the Argonian's jaw. "Good boy. You see how we both know something different than the others. You know the benefit of giving in to a dragon instead of fighting him, just as he knows the benefit of bringing pleasures to his servants instead of pain."

The dragon suddenly shivered, and looked back. The image of their surroundings rippled, briefly turning back into the cave. "What is it, master?" the Argonian inquired.

"I sensed the soul of one of my brothers being consumed. Morokei... it seems as though my machinations bear fruit. My descendant, little one. My blood allows them to thwart dear Alduin's plans. The one who can effect a permanent end to a Dovah's existence."

"But... does that mean..."

"You need not fear, Malbritkul. Dovahkiin will never find us. I am done for all times with Taazokaan. But I shall take a piece of it with me."

If an Argonian could blush, Teeb-Rei would be redder than Crimson Nirnroot. The dragon noticed that the Argonian's hands were still at his sides. "You need not avert your touch to my body, my pet. Please... touch me where you will."

Teeb-Rei's hands shot forth, caressing the scales, the muscle that shaped them. He found himself lingering at the inward converging lines that separated his torso from his legs. As his hands worked further down, he found he was holding the dragon's hefty balls in his hands. It was here that he could fully appreciate how big the manhood he held truly was, even though the visage he beheld was Drogfaadul's 'smaller' form. He could sense for obvious reasons that the dragon probably favored this form. His legs wavered as his hands traveled up that cock, and he was on his knees before it. Reason was supplanted and Teeb-Rei began to lean in, snuffling and licking at the dragon's heated balls.

"Hmm, let's try something a little more comfortable." said the dragon. He pushed Teeb-Rei back, the Argonian's eyes opening to another different room. A smaller, cozier room, lit by warm torches and centering around a large, velvety bed. Teeb-Rei realized that they were both instantly dry. "FUS!" the dragon bellowed, and Teeb-Rei was knocked off his feet, being thrown onto the bouncy bed without the usage of his master's hands. The little pink Argonian's heart was vibrating like the wings of a hummingbird as the dragon swaggered toward him, cock swinging like it could knock an armored city guard over. The dragon mounted the bed, then sat before his pet with his legs apart. Then the dragon did something which surprised the little Argonian. He lay back, widening his legs even further, exposing a shiny, black tailhole. "Mount me, my pet."

Teeb-Rei reservedly looked down at his own pathetic cock. "Mount YOU?"

"I like to take as well as give. Obey. Rut me here and now."

The sound of the dragon's authoritative voice made him jump forward. He found himself comparing his cock to his master's again, like a dagger to a broadsword. But he did as he was told, pressing himself into the dragon's backside. In the Argonian's mind tingled new knowledge, and he thrust with the skill of a practiced gigolo. Even though his hips slapped against the dragon's rear, Drogfaadul barely moved, not receiving much force for all that thrusting. Still he rumbled with pleasure, feeling as though he were being fucked by a cock comparable to his own. The Argonian, encouraged, thrusted faster, placing a foot up onto the dragon's thigh. The dragon leaned up, joining tongues again. When they parted once again, he said one word. "Release."

Taking the command, the Argonian shuddered, and he found himself pumping more cum into his master than he thought he carried. He felt like he ejaculated his body's mass worth of seed. In answer, the dragon released his seed all over the both of them, lolling his long tongue out.

At his contact with his master's cum, the ball on his collar glowed, and Teeb-Rei felt a pleasant tingling in his brain that spread throughout his body. 

It felt good to please his master.

Drogfaadul sat up, holding Teeb-Rei's head between his hands. "Oh, you are a far greater treasure than any stereotypical horde. I don't need any adulate masses. I don't need a harem of females heavy with my spawn. I just need you. One to devote my attention to for all eternity."

Teeb-Rei beamed with pride. They both knew the time was now. The dragon turned him around, placing him on all fours. The Argonian happily lifted his tail, like something out of a certain bawdy novel, and the dragon mounted him. He did not need to hesitate, he slid into Teeb-Rei, inch after inch, with ease, but a comfortable tightness. To Teeb-Rei's shock, Drogfaadul had filled him with his entire cock, even though he was sure it was large enough to poke out from his throat. Such was the magic of the dragons, the real magic that could have made the dragons of Tamriel kings who spent their days being pleasured by eager slaves.

Their loss. Most definitely. Drogfaadul rumbled deeply, making Teeb-Rei's entire body shiver, Large hands placed on his tiny hips, in a position others might find daunting. Now, Teeb-Rei relished the challenge. He could hardly change his mind. This dragon was in him down to the base. He could feel his master's balls churning up against his own, pressing his tiny testes between those much larger ones as though they wanted to absorb him from the balls up.

Then the dragon moved, back and back, then forward, harshly, with an audible slap. It was like pleasure being pumped into the Argonian's body, rippling outwards and forwards. "Oohhh... Master! P-please. Rut me more!"

For a change, the master obeyed, and he began to hump his pet more and more, making those little pink scales ripple top to bottom. Especially the bottom. All that pleasure rippled into Teeb-Rei's own cock, making his grip the sheets beneath him as the dragon's thrusting pressed him into an everlasting orgasm, making a mess of himself and the bed. Suddenly, Drogfaadul sat up, inverting his pet and making him cum all over himself.

"Mmphh... That's the way." the dragon rumbled. "Seed yourself for me."

Teeb-Rei was practically delirious with intense pleasure, head and legs flopping helplessly. His little cock was much the same, as it covered it's owner in a continuous stream of his own cum. The ball on his collar was shining like a blue star.

Teeb-Rei could hardly think. No, he didn't need to, all that needed to occupy his brain was the pleasure of his master. As that immense cock plunged into his depths and beyond over and over, he almost felt like he could melt. Like he dissolve and become seed for his master to spill all over the bed. But as if the act wasn't enough, a mirror materialized before them, letting the Argonian see himself being railed by this dragon as he came all over himself. Teeb-Rei grinned ear to ear. This was him now and forever. Even as he bounced, his cum began to gather, and all gathered into another glass ball. A smaller one that dangled from underneath the first.

"Now you are mine." the dragon said. "Tell me what you want."

"Unhhh... FILL ME!" came the answer.

The dragon leaned into his ear, whispering. "Faad... Dov... Ul..."

Teeb-Rei's eyes bulged, as did other parts as the dragon came within him. The dragon roared, tilting his head back as he pumped seed at prodigious levels. Not a drop escaped the Argonian's tailhole, instead it made his stomach bulge outward, more and more until he looked like he was heavy with at least 10 eggs. But eventually, he was propelled off that cock onto the bed, where the dragon made his every scale whiter than the snows of Skyrim. Teeb-Rei barely had any chance to process what had happened before the dragon was on top of him again, and they joined into an intense kiss. Tongues sliding back and forth between each other's throats.

When they parted again, Teeb-Rei noticed the environment was changing again. It was blurring, seeming like it was all moving away from them. Drogfaadul was furling his great wings around them. "It is time for us to end our relationship with this realm, my glorious Malbritkul. It befit you ill and is intent on making my kind extinct. So I have my own little realm, tucked out of the way, where we may partake in each other's pleasures for eternity."

The Argonian hugged his master tightly. Never before had he felt so safe and content. "I look forward to it, master."

The dragon tilted his head up to shout again. "DREM GUT UL!"

The entire cave was enveloped in light, then collapsed. Leaving nothing but the Word Wall. No one cared to even note the pink Argonian disappearing from the world, and could never know that he'd receive all the care he needed.

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"What makes you think there's a mound in here?"

Esbern found himself brushing dust off of his cloak for the tenth time as he ventured into the dark cave. He let Delphine lead the way with her torch and sword.

"The records I've found have made sporadic mention of a Dungaaftuz. Most of them seem to have his name blanked out, like he was stricken from them." He hefted the pack on his shoulder which contained the books, as if she'd see him emphasising them.

"He was so bad, even the other dragons wanted to forget him?" Delphine asked.

"That would explain why this mound is inside a cave. No way to get out or Alduin to get in." Esbern surmised.

"But how do you know he's here?"

"I had a book of dragon burials that was much older than the others, probably saved from the Blades old archives. Someone stumbled upon it in a cave somewhere tucked away in the far southeast mountains of The Reach. They couldn't find a name and didn't stay long."

Delphine grinned. "Right under your nose all this time?"

Esbern shrugged. "Not exactly like I could go mountain hiking in that situation."

The cave opened up, and they were finally inside. It was far too small inside to hold a standard Skyrim house, let alone a dragon mound.

"Well, if there was a mound here. It's buried forever now." Delphine said, looking around, not seeing so much as a bone. "Guess he really is forgotten."

Esbern noticed something, the obvious shape of one of Skyrim's many word walls. "Maybe he left something behind. Bring your torch over here."

Delphine complied, then jumped, blushing. "What di... Oh my..."

Esbern scratched his head, looking over the display. Instead of works in Dragonspeech, the wall displayed a relief. In the center crouched a dragon, but one with an obvious manhood. Impaled upon it was a smaller male Argonian, collared. The shapes that surrounded them were like liquid flowing in arcs around them. "Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that."

Delphine looked over the display, the male riding the other male. "Hmm, strangely compelling." She noticed a slight imperfection in the symmetrical relief, some scratching next to the Argonian. It was in the lizard's language, almost as though it were a caption depicting him speaking.

'Kesia Nay' he said.  

~End