THE HUNT
I do not own Skyrim or The Elder Scrolls series, Bethesda Game Studios are the sole owners, this is my story however. I loved Skyrim so much that I decided write something about it, a story about Dragonborn and Aela the Huntress, probably my favourite characters in the Elder Scrolls series. Hope this story does as well as my Fallout: New Vegas story, enjoy!
"Harbinger?" Aela tried getting the attention of the Dragonborn.
He turned to his fiery red headed huntress friend, "Yes Aela?"
"Are you busy?" she questioned him hastily.
"No, not at the moment, why do ask Aela?" he scratched his head confusingly.
"We should hunt together", before he could say anything, she completed her sentence, "Meet me at the grove and... come alone".
The Dragonborn gave a confused look as Aela disappeared, he didn't know what she meant when she said alone, but indeed he needed to go alone.
But he knew Aela wasn't a woman who enjoyed waiting, and he knew if she waited for too long she would probably rip his arms off. So on the spot he decided it wasn't wise to continue waiting, grabbing his daedric gear he travelled west, where Aela was residing.
Farkas halted the Dragonborn on the road however, "Harbinger?"
The Dragonborn patted Farkas shoulder and smiled, "I'm going hunting Farkas, with Aela". Farkas looked up to his leader, as a fellow Nord and as a Dragonborn.
Farkas smiled back, "Enjoy the hunt brother".
"I will Farkas, trust me, I will", both Nords parted ways, the Dragonborn headed West, while Farkas headed back home, to Whiterun.
Halfway down the western route the Dragonborn encountered the ferocious roar of a blood dragon, "Godsdamn it!" he crouched, hoping the dragon hadn't seen him or smelt his presence, but he wasn't so lucky.
It nose-dived down to the Nord Dragonborn, the entire ground shook as it landed on the ground with its massive force. It lunged towards him with its sharp bloodied fangs; he rolled to the side, evading the oncoming attack. Unsheathing his dawnbreaker he began slashing at the dragon's thick neck. The blood dragon was enraged suddenly breathing fire towards his opponent, even though he managed to dodge its second attack, the bushes around him caught on fire.
The dragon flew away, using its flight to its advantage; but as the Dragonborn used an ice spell, the Dragon fell to the floor, shaking its head vigorously, roaring in anger and hate towards Dovahkiin.
"Bastard!" the Dragonborn started swinging at the dragons head, blood splattered all over as the sword sung to the dragon's eye, rendering it blind. The dragon was knocked back; it began scratching its eye, screeching in pain, seeing a weak point the Dragonborn used his signature shout, "FUS RO DAH!"
It growled in anger caught by the surprise attack but was even more surprised to see a sword lodged into its chest piercing the heart. In flash bright flames, the dragon dispersed and the Dovahkiin claimed yet another dragon soul. He stepped on top of the pile of bones and gave a war cry breathing heavily, wiping the sweat off his brow.
After gaining his bearings he suddenly realised he almost forgot about Aela, "Gods damn it! If I'm late Aela is going to have my hide".
Sprinting all the way to grove he eventually appeared where Aela was, the huntress was kneeling near the small waterfall. Breathless, he walked forward, "Aela, I'm...", before he could apologise, Aela suddenly jumped on the Dragonborn, knocking him to the ground; she had a hunger in her eyes which he hadn't seen before.
She unsheathed his weaponry, chucking it to the side, she began clawing at his blonde hair and leaned in, starting to gnaw at his lip seductively, slowly removing his armour pieces with great precision. He didn't fight back, he allowed her to go on, watching interestingly to a side of Aela he hadn't seen before, a seductive and hungry Aela.
Aela kissed his fully detailed body, interested even further, she removed his undergarments, "I see now why they call you Dragonborn", she commented on his private area.
Aela ran her hands down on his hair on his chest; it was detailed, the rock hard abs was just one of the features she loved on him, he was far more detailed than any other Nord, past and present. He lifted her up with arm and surprisingly for a tall Nordic woman, she was very light, "Aela… it's surprising you're so light."
The Huntress placed her long finger on her loves lips, forcing him to be silent, at least for now, "Shh!"
She was heated up, she could feel herself wanting to be absorbed by the man holding her, she shivered but not because of the cold or because she was afraid, but because she wanted this more than anything, it was one thing to be an ally and trusted friend to the Dragonborn, but to be kissed by him, to be touched and held by him, it was an intoxicating experience.
Aela wasn't afraid of him dropping her, she knew he was strong, a mortal with the power equivalent of a god within him, she looked at his muscles, on his arm and his chest, the veins were clearly seen and he held her tightly, yet somewhat gently compared to other Nord men she had seen during her time.
He pulled himself to Aela, he was just as interested as her, and with great speed and strength he removed her armour and removed her undergarments with much desire in his eyes.
He lowered her slowly to the floor, placing her on her back, he was still panting from his fight against the Dragon, but it didn't tire him, nothing tired him. She wanted more, for too long she had been alone, living in solitude with the creatures of the forest. No man in her eyes was worthy of her love, none, not even anyone from the companions, past and present. Each Nordic man she had encountered were pretenders and milk-drinkers or believed to be superior to everyone, especially woman. The Nord in front of her however was worshipping her, with his eyes as well as his hands, this man she was with, was not just a man, he was Dragonborn, the Dovahkiin, he was strong, ferocious on the battlefield as well as bed but also passionate about many things, her included.
Aela licked the sweat off the Dovahkiin's stubble, savouring the taste of a god-like mortal, it was experience she had yet to experience, like most other people in Tamriel.
Aela picked up some his sweat with her fingers and licked it off, smiling in the process of the taste, "I want this, more than anything in the world."
He slid his hands down her thighs, every touch was simple, yet made her feel like different, loved and worshipped, "As do I, Aela."
Dovahkiin gave a wide grin before lifting her up again slightly, but she didn't like that he had total control, she wanted more control. She pushed him back down onto the ground, in a mere second she was atop of him, licking her lips with hunger.
The Dovahkiin placed his tongue on Aela's breast and tit, licking and slightly nibbling on it. She had this desire for many months now, ever since he first joined the circle she greatly desired this man who was also a Dragonborn.
Aela could see the dragon fire light up in his fierce blue eyes, glowing in a bright gold colour, illuminating his entire eye. "More! I want more!" she dragged his head towards hers, "Show me why they call you a Dragonborn".
Heeding her, he placed her on her back on the grass and kissed her entire body before entering his tongue in her private area. She noticed something however, before the lick; he whispered something in the draconic language, "Tiid Klo Ul". She knew what he had done, to her, time felt like it was flowing fine but as a matter of fact he had slowed down time from his end. He savoured every taste of her; he couldn't stop even if he wanted.
Each lick felt intense and perfect, Aela moaned in incredible pleasure, gnawing her lip with each lick and every time his tongue circulated within her. But she wanted more, she wanted him to continue, he lifted her in the air with his strong and powerful arms, kissing her neck over again. Aela wrapped her long and strong legs around him, before wrapping her hands around his neck. "By Sovngarde, please don't stop".
Completely naked atop on his bare body, she felt him grow beneath her giving a wolf like smile towards him, as soon as she felt the touch of him she had to compliment him, "My, you are a big boy, aren't you?"
Gnawing at his lips, he could clearly see she had a wolf like spirit, he could see that she was hungry, her eyes wasn't the only thing showing this, her body, it was hot, almost as if she was melting within him.
She wrapped her arms around the Dragonborn and breathed heavily, "Come inside me, my Dragonborn!"
He dropped to the floor along with Aela and spread her legs; the two began engaging with each other, making rough love on the ground, completely oblivious to the cold. She took him inside of her, their moans and groans were full of pleasure and desire, Aela kissed him passionately on both his lips and neck. She absorbed him within her, she loved this, it was extreme pleasure, losing herself with every strong stroke and pull.
"Gods! Finally, a proper man!"
She never thought this day would come, falling in love, but it happened a long time ago, when she first met him on the fields of Whiterun, she could see he was different. He continued nibbling, licking and kissing the Huntress' perfect breasts, she pondered to herself, "Am I in love? He is different, I see no reason why I can't be in love."
She clawed his chest after his hair, her sharp wolf like nails piercing his flesh, the red blood began to slowly seep, the Dragonborn exhaled and groaned sharply, it wasn't painful but rather arousing. Aela licked the blood off his chest, she could taste great power, pulling her tongue out, she licked off the wound, until no more blood was left dripping from his chest.
In the middle of the session, Aela said something she hoped not to say, to never show weakness, especially not in front of the Dovahkiin, but at that moment she opened up, showed a soft spot, a spot that she wanted filled, especially by Dovahkiin.
"I… love you, I love you so much Dovahkiin."
He glared at the Huntress, and while he had loved her since he first met her, he never knew she felt the same way.
For a moment he paused and stared into her eyes, and saw that she indeed did love him and he wanted to let her know, that he felt the same way, "I love you too, Aela."
That was all she wanted to hear, to know he loved her as well, and that she could find comfort in her new love, now and forever, in life and in death.
As the two continued to drive each other wild, their urges reached its peak they both absorbed each other's bodies. All was silent that evening, the three things that were heard that evening was the slight howling of the wind, the chiming of a nearby nirnroot and the pleasurable moans of the two Nords.
The two fell asleep after a few hours of a pleasurable evening of extreme love, Aela was the first to awake, the cool breeze startled her suddenly and she awoke quickly. She was on top of him, she could see he was still fast asleep, completely oblivious of the cold; it was a well-known fact that male Nords were far more adjusted with the cold because of their thick hair on their bodies.
She on the other hand was freezing, she could see her breath in the air, naked, Aela wrapped her arms around the Dragonborn and extracted as much heat as she could from his rather hairy yet warm and masculine body.
He suddenly awoke and gazed at the incredible huntress, "Aela", she looked into his fierce looking and rough face, both of their faces had seriousness on them. But he managed to crack a small smile at Aela.
She too returned a brief smile to her long ally and close friend but immediately covered herself up and moved away from him, "We should head back".
Aela picked up her undergarments and armour, starting to dress herself; he walked up from behind her and placed his hand on her hip, "What's the rush Aela? We have all the time in the world". She turned around to see a grin appear on the Dragonborn's face.
"We should continue on, this area might be safe now, but wild animals might cross this area," Aela said.
"Of course, but we are safe," he assured the red headed huntress.
The huntress simply stared into his eyes and felt emotions fill her, never in her life has she seen a warrior such as him. He was a Dragonborn and perhaps more, but he was still a Nord, a mortal and that's what she loved about him. He turned into a legend among men and elves, earning his right in history, becoming the first Dragonborn in many years, and Aela couldn't ask for a better ally and perhaps even something more.
"You are interesting, you know that, right?", Aela always felt a great hunger fill her entire body every single time she saw him, as if the Nine divines had fated them to meet one another. He was most likely a direct descendant of Talos, the man who became a God, other races may not worship Talos, but after seeing the strength of the Dovahkiin, she wondered, that maybe Talos has actually ascended into godhood.
"So are you... Aela", he slowly stroked her hair and chuckled slightly. He moved away from Aela and also began dressing himself and picking up his weaponry.
"Let's go hunting, shall we?" she took out her hunting bow; the Dragonborn quickly followed her, leaving her to lead the hunt.
Unknown to them however, Tamriel was about to be plunged into chaos and darkness, and an ancient battle between two bloods will place Skyrim right in the middle of it all. The Dragonborn and Aela will also be placed within it all, and their newfound love is all that matters to them.
I've been a major fan of The Elder Scrolls for many years now, played the first and second one, Arena and Daggerfall many years back, uh such good times. The Dragonborn character in this story is the default male Nord found in the previews. I need a name for my Dragonborn though, I can't just call him Dragonborn all the time, and I'm open to ideas, will just call him Dovahkiin. Will fix any mistakes, eventually.