I'm going to try something new and not have multiple POV switches, or at least not as short segments. And leave a review, I need your input to continue.
A Tout Le Monde by Megadeath
Nisara, 8th of Frost Fall, 4E 201:
I stretch my arms as I roll off of Alduin's white furred chest. For a dragon, he is skilled in the Khajiit art mating. He has satiated my carnal desire, for now, but during his peak he forgot to pull out of me. I still can't believe he is a dragon, but in the body of a white Khajiit with red eyes.
A groan on the edge of the hot spring, alerts me to another who is nearby. Grabbing the dagger I stole from Ulfric's soldiers, I prepare to slit their throat; no matter who they are. The engraved steel dagger shines in the evening sun as I stealthily crawl out of the warm water.
"… world eater. He's dead. Since… Merethic Era." The black Khajiit groans and stirs lightly, "Find… Nisara… emperor."
How does she know my name, and my relationship with my father, Titus Meade II? I will cut her tongue out for this, but I need information from her.
Kicking her on her stomach, I hold my bare knee at the base of her skull and blade to her throat, "Vir dreh hei mindok do dii aholndein voth fin ulokuun?"
Her face is buried in the ground as I press the blade harder to her flesh. Her groan of pain entices me to purr at the pain I'm causing her. If only this was my mother, I would be so much happier.
"Nisara, stop!" the black Khajiit begs as the blade goes deeper into her flesh, "It's me, Mommy?! Please, stop!"
Mommy? I sit up in mine and mother's shared bed after the thunder boomed directly above our shanty. The soldier in our home stares me down as my mother pulls me, roughly, back to the pillow.
"I'm sorry, baby." She barely whispers in my ear as I quietly begin crying for a better life.
Why does my mom treat me like I am nothing, but a cur to her? She's never showed kindness to me; not like Ahkari's mother does when I go to work with my mom. Why would she say she apologize to me?
"You… you felt pity after everything you've done to me?" I ask as I remove the blade from her throat, "The soldiers monitored you."
My mother begins crying painfully when I accidentally kick her left hand. The gloved hand hardly moves as I attempt to check her injury. The leather glove moves with the sickening sound of flesh peeling from muscle. I can't stand the sound of flesh peeling, but I hear the beating of a heart while it's in my hand and hold inner organs like nothing. Using my steel dagger, I carefully slice the leather from her hand; what greets me is gruesome.
Her hand is scorched; yet bleeding. Healing while dying. The muscles under her dead flesh is white and charred by a powerful spell. This is my mother, I hate her; she still gave me life by suffering pain from her loins as I have. I don't forgive her, but I do find a small sliver of a bond.
"Who did this to you? They'll fear the wrath of the Dragon Queen." I snarl and roll my mother on her back to cradle in my lap, "Molag Bal fears me, but a joor threatens me with you. They'll die by Odahviing's fangs, or Alduin's thu'um."
"Why are you naked, Nisara?" she awkwardly asks averting her eyes from me, "In the presence of a male and you're naked."
I smirk at my mother and grab my rough tunic from nearby. Without soldiers watching our every move, my mother is actually normal. Should I tell her about my daughters' murders by the Empire? No, just try to bond with her. I don't trust anyone with that indignation unless they're my closest friends, Alduin and some of the other Dovah.
"You're still half clothed." Mother playfully growls as I allow her to sit up while I dress.
The breeches I have reek of Nord seed, but I can wait until we return to the lair. After all, I don't smell like a clean Khajiit, I smell of Alduin. Speaking of which, we need to go back to the lair.
"Alduin, you whore, wake up." I kick his chest from the spring's edge, "Time to go back to the others. They miss my effeminately masculine charms. Rise and shine, fuck boy."
The white Khajiit grumbles and begins changing form to the black dragon I've come to know. His ears turn into sharp horns; the feet elongate to vicious blood thirsty talons, and his mouth becomes a large maw. I still can't believe I let him ravage me, but heat made me careless.
"What is a fuck boy?" he drowsily asks as I offer my mother a position on his back.
Stroking his snout, I jump directly behind my mother and sit on him, again; mutually. The dragon grunts at my weight and extends his wings for flight. I close my eyes and allow the air to play in my black fur.
"Nisara, you need to loose weight." Alduin says and takes off, muffling my curses with his roar.
I'm not fat! Well, maybe a little, but that's normal during heat! I need a sweetroll. Just kidding. I still ain't fat! Or pregnant, hopefully not.
I can't stand to bear another child after my daughters. Sighing, I close my eyes again and begin meditating until the voice of the hunt calls.
Vir dreh hei mindok do dii aholndein voth fin ulokuun? :: How do you know of my relationship with the emperor?