AN:I'm no longer translating the dovazul, to build up a langue barrier for you readers as well, don't hate me too much, if you really want to know what they're saying, go to thuum dot org, they have a translator. It's a bit much to go for a fanfic, but mayhaps you'll learn some dovazul yourself! At any rate, this chapter was inspired by the song Tale Of The Tongues sung by Malukah, so thank her for this chapter(Just don't show her this omfg).
And sorry for the long ass wait. So without further ado, I give you chapter 7 of Zaam, sahlos gejahrii aar!
My feet might've been bleeding by the time I caught up with him, and even then, I sat back and watched him. He had finally stopped at a cave, quickly dashing inside. I frowned, wondering why I had never seen this cave before… moss lightly covered the outside, and the air that came out chilled me to my core. I petted my horse, it being tied to a post before I went in. At least he had the decency to park the beast.
Gladly he didn't seem to go too far in, sitting at an old table with a single candle magically still burning. He sat there, his eyes focused on the ground, yet still glaring at me through his silver hair. I steeled myself, and walked toward him. I don't know if it wise to get any closer, those yellow eyes locked onto me as soon as I cleared my throat.
I waited there for a very long time, paralyzed with fear of him either killing me, or me having to swallow my pride and apologize. Both were extremely likely fears. My stomach dropped when his expression changed, especially since I couldn't see his real emotion from it. He stood up, and when I opened my mouth to speak I found my words were taken from me.
"Dii hil." He whispered before taking my neck into his massive hands. Was he going to kill me now? After all this time? He squeezed once, twice, both a bit painful, but then he moved to my face and used it to bring me close. I grind my teeth in frustration, isn't this the part where I apologize? Despite my abilities, I can't speak, my stomach throbbing with guilt and pain. He stares down at my face, but I refuse to look at him. "Hi los nuz kiir wah zey, tul Zu'u los gein wo los kiir." I stood there, hardly able to pick out the words he was saying.
"Zu'u ofan daar atumei kopraan wah hi…" He slips his hands down my body, holding onto my sides, settling his mouth right next to my ear, making me shiver. "Do not misunderstand me, once I have my body back, I will dominate you." The only thought that produced was the thought of the time he decided to partially rape me, partially because to be honest the whole experience wasn't awful. I feel a blush creeping up just at the mere thought of that happening again.
"Dreh ni funt zey dovahkiin." He licks my ear, and his hands nimbly moving my lower armor off as much as he could before I grabbed his wrists. He looks at his hands, then back up at me with a knowing glare. "Dreh ni qahnaar fos hi sahlos fah…" "Engl—" He cuts off my complaining with an awkward kiss, obviously very new to it. Quickly though he figures it out, and slips his tongue in, exploring my mouth with a sort of greedy lust. He gets his hands free, and starts removing my armor again, this time being mostly successful. "Yol..." he whispers as he moves his mouth away to breath. His words turn to a warm fire, which does little more than keep me from freezing. I don't know if that was for me, or if it was a dragon thing. I wasn't looking down before so, I don't know when his pants came off, but there they were, down around his ankles. He then focused his attention to my top armor, untying and moving it upward.
I knew he was going to make a fight about it if it was necessary, so I didn't struggle this time. Instead I watch him closely, seeing how he would react being only a human now, and how he would go about this business. He has no problems, and was rather rough with entering. I grumble a complaint, but he doesn't pay attention, lifting me up for easier access. He didn't start immediately and instead stared at me. I clung of fear of falling on my ass, and he seemed to be enjoying every drop of it. A smile was clearly spreading on his face, and it was a bit unsettling. "You must do me a simple favor, and let me go to the mountains, take me to the throat of the world, there, my younger brother waits, he will want me dead, but he will be happy to see me." Was this a request? "What're you going to do if I don't?" He appeared to be glad I asked. "I'll leave without you, that is all." That's it? "Don't make the wrong choice again…. Dovakiin.."
He then thrusts upward, making it impossible to think anymore about it. He built up speed rather quickly, and I could feel him start to build. He grunts and groans into my neck, making moisture build up on it. While my front was uncomfortably hot and sweaty my back was nearly frost bitten. The pain made me squirm and howl, which only proved to drive him further over the edge.
"D-Dovakiin,los dii….zaam…" He growled into my ear, digging his nails into my flesh, probably drawing blood. I whine, tears welling up in my eyes, and before I can scream out in the painful release he locks his mouth onto mine.
It was the end of all my shame, right there on the sharp icy wall in some unknown cave crying out his name over and over. Alduin! A-Alduin! He did not stop after the first or second time, but kept shoving deeper inside me with even more gusto than the last.
"D-…Do not f-fret my dearest… s-slave…" He panted, finally starting to fade. "I will h-have the en-energy to follow y-you to th-the mountain…" I sigh, my body beaten and bruised, not looking forward to what he has in store when he gets his body back…
