Dragon slave
Summary: The Dragonborn was meant to provide entertainment for the Divine, even though they didn't exactly intend him as Alduin's toy. Not a durable toy, anyway. Master/slave, Alduin/male Dovahkiin
Disclaimer: I do not own Skyrim. Sadly, I do not own Alduin.
A.N. Because I have a morbid imagination and Alduin makes an awesome Master.
The boy was meant to die on the day when he killed his treacherous brother Paarthurnax with the might of his shouts. It was Paarthurnax's pet mortals who had informed him of his brother's treason before they sent him into a timeless space. Paarthurnax paid his betrayal by blood and soul. And the mortals who twisted the sacred Words and used them against him would also pay.
He had destroyed several worlds, when insatiable hunger for knowledge took him over. He was created by Akatosh for that very reason, because the Divine craved for starting anew and yet could not bring himself to do the job himself. But each time he destroyed a world, he had learned how to slow down that hunger. By the time this world begun, he had learned to take control of that hunger, learned to make it to serve him and not the other way around. His destiny was to end a world to start another. But when and how to end one would be his own choosing.
He wasn't going to destroy this world so soon, but he had changed his mind, as vengeance and anger overwhelmed his soul. After what the mortals had done to him, after they had used against him those blasphemous Words that only their twisted imagination could invent and then casted him out of the world that was rightfully his, he was more than happy to do the Akatosh's bidding. He would find Paarthurnax's pet mortals in Sovngarde and made them face the truth. There was no eternal life for mortals. Even for those who were most valiant among their kind, life after death only lasted till the Word-Eater fulfilled his destiny. Shor was nothing compared with Akatosh.
In his maddening need to mete out a fitting punishment to his enemies in Sovngarde, he nearly overlooked one small matter that needed his attention.
"Joor, Jah, Frul!" Paarthurnax's newest pet shouted again. The boy had been shouting those cursed Words for a while, but his aim was clumsy. This time though the shout finally reached its target.
Mortals. They were all the same. They did not care how to win. They were willing to use any kind of underhanded means in order to bring down greatness. Even the one with the dragon blood and soul was no exception. Their mortal body probably corrupted Akatosh's gift.
When the Mortals used Dragonend against him for the first time, he was not prepared. But this time it was a different story. Since then, he had mulled over why his power had weakened with that shout enough to allow them to deal damage to him even though they failed to land a killing blow. His answer was that when he heard that accursed shout, he was afraid that he would lose his divine shape, the very image of Akatosh. As a result, he maintained his divine form but lost some of his divine powers. He had tested that theory on himself, used that shout upon himself and realised that if he allowed his form turn into that of mortal, his powers would remain untouched.
The look on the Dragonborn's face was priceless as Alduin landed gracefully at the edge of cliff, his form transforming into a tall Nord in ebony armour. The boy was tall for a human and unusually pretty for a male. Alduin also noticed that the youth was wearing a diamond and sapphire circlet and jewels adorned his slim neck and long fingers. Alduin never particularly cared for how a human looked, but now that he took a shape of human body himself, he found the youth's appearance pleasing.
Of course, that was no reason to spare the insolent human's life. They exchanged a barrage of shouts and Alduin could smell the burns that he had inflicted upon the Dragonborn, despite the youth's best efforts to use magic to counter the devastating effect of Alduin's power. The youth was also covered by bruises and cuts as the force of Alduin's shouts sent him flying backwards every time. On the other hand, the boy's shouts had no effects on the lord of dragons. As expected, Alduin could sense fear from the youth. But there was something else and when Alduin realised what it was, the mere human managed to astonish him.
It was a scent of arousal that was coming from the youth and unfortunately that was making Alduin feel a desire so alien to him. Alduin had never mated. He was indestructible, immortal and as such he felt no need or desire for offspring. Even though part of him repelled at the carnal desire that suddenly gripped him, part of him wanted to explore the strange sensation. He was not immune from the fatal weakness of dragons. Curiosity was part of his nature just as desire for dominance and power. And unlike his disloyal brother, he took pride in remaining true to his nature.
When the Dragonborn finally realised that his shouts had no effect on Alduin, he ran towards the World-Eater with impressive speed for a mortal, his enchanted sword raised high. Alduin could have simply disarmed the boy but instead let the Dragonborn strike him with as much as force the badly injured mortal body could muster. His ebony armour wasn't even dented when the youth collapsed on the ground with a broken wrist, gasping and coughing. The boy's scent grew thicker even as tears were streaming down his cheeks.
The Dragonborn was beaten.
"Do you surrender?"
Alduin wasn't sure why he was even asking that question. Of course he loved dominating other dragons and the Dragonborn was a Dovah by virtue of his blood and soul. But why should he spare the Dovah who had slaughtered his own kind? Akatosh would not want him to show mercy on this particular Dovah. Besides, he reserved his mercy only for those who remained loyal to him.
The boy looked up, meeting his gaze steadily. There was sadness in that gaze, a hint of despair, but there was no longer fear. Instead, Alduin saw what he only saw from defeated Dov.
Admiration and respect. But then, the boy spoke and what Alduin heard was… rather unexpected. The Dragonborn was full of surprises.
"I surrender myself to your will, Master. Now and forever."
Confused, he searched the boy's mind and saw an overwhelming desire to submit, to serve him. There was a strong sexual desire too, but even that was shadowed by the need to give, to please. Humans had a term for those with such desire. Submissive. That meant he was a Dominant. It felt just right. Only Dragon priests ever called him Master, and only the most faithful of that bunch actually meant it. Dragons were too prideful to consider themselves as a slave and they certainly did not serve him out of desire to submit. But this one, this Dovah, the one destined to be his archenemy, was offering his body, his heart and his soul to Alduin's pleasure.
How wonderfully refreshing! He himself could not have written the script better. Akatosh to be praised. The world just earned its redemption, even though his enemies in Sovngarde did not.
"Shed your clothing."
The boy blinked, his look surprise followed by pure joy, and proceeded to obey his lord's command. With great difficulty, Alduin observed. The boy's right wrist was still broken.
"Why did you not heal yourself?" Alduin asked, puzzled by his Dovah's lack of willingness to mend his wound.
"You have given these injuries to me and did not give me the permission to heal myself."
It shouldn't have made sense but it did. Alduin smirked at the answer. He could so get used to this, this strange emotions of his Dovah.
"Just mend your wrist. If you dare to challenge me again, I will break your wrist personally."
The boy shivered at the words and Alduin noted that it wasn't from fear. It seemed to be… excitement? The boy got a thrill out of a threat of punishment?
"As you wish, my lord."
When the youth finally stood naked in front of him, save all the glittering jewelleries that he had been and still were wearing, Alduin took a good look at the slender body, proudly boring his marks that stood out against the milky white skin.
He was about to order the boy to get down on hands and knees when he heard the dragons approaching, probably to investigate his shouts that shook the Nirn. Alduin cursed silently and changed his form back to his mighty dragon body. The delicious things he was about to do to his pet should wait.
"Kneel."
The boy quickly went down on his knees as the dragons began to land around them. His body was shivering uncontrollably from the cold, the sense of humiliation and the ensuing excitement.
"Swear your allegiance to me, Dovahkiin. Tell your new family who your Master is." Alduin boomed and his dragons waited.
"I am and will always remain your most humble and obedient servant, my lord Alduin."
For once, the dragons were stunned into silence by the words that passed the lips of the Dragonborn who had terrorised and devoured the souls of their dead kin. Then one of them roared and all of them joined in.
"All hail Alduin, our overlord!"
Alduin basked in the glory for a moment before dismissing them all. He left the boy on his knees for a while, making his pet wait with aching desire for his instructions. Now that he had transformed into his original shape, the carnal desire was gone, but his curiosity remained. He would take the boy's fragile mortal body and fill it with his Divine essence. From the way the boy's body was shaking uncontrollably and turned pale blue, however, this wasn't exactly an ideal place to explore carnal lust.
"Get dressed."
The boy looked heart-broken at his command but obeyed.
"Do you know a place where you will be safe and away from prying eyes?"
The youth's eyes lit up, hope and joy shining through his pretty blue eyes.
"Hag's End, within the Deepwood Vale. I have cleared the place, my lord."
"Then, wait for me there. Make sure you have supplies that should last you for a while. I have unfinished business in Sovngarde."
Alduin roared and soared into the sky, leaving his awe-stricken pet at the Throat of the World. His Dovah wasn't what he had expected, but the youth was much more satisfying that way.
A.N. Ask, and you will have DS smut.