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Alduin wasn't sure what he expected Hag's End to be like, save that it was located high up in the mountain, but he certainly didn't expect it to smell like a Temple of Dibella. Fragrant smoke lingered in the air, coupled with a whiff of wine and honey.

Speaking of Dibella, the Goddess suddenly seemed to have developed a peculiar desire for his company. She had called him to the Spirit Realm on his way to Sovngarde. Though annoyed by the inevitable delay in getting to his destination, he decided not to offend the Goddess. Any of the Divine could make his life difficult if they wanted and after his business in Sovngarde, he would surely have at least one angry God to deal with, though a lesser God.

When they met, the Goddess addressed him as 'my friend'. Alduin had to resist the urge to scoff. Since when did she regard him as her friend? If anything, Alduin had thought that Dibella disliked him.

"So handsome in your dragon form as in your human form," Dibella cooed and Alduin finally noticed that she looked uncannily like a female version of his pretty Dovah. Golden hair, scarlet red lips, straight edged nose and angular face which was softened by long eyelashes.

"What do you want?"

"From you? Nothing. I just thought you could use a little help now you embarked on a new journey with my protégé. You won't be disappointed. He was one of my most devoted pupils."

His Dovah was Dibella's disciple? Why didn't that surprise him? Perhaps the Dragonborn was that way because Dibella sought a little revenge on his lack of respect for her Divine power.

"No offence, but I don't need your help," Alduin replied rather undiplomatically. He was the World-Eater. He had a vast reservoir of knowledge which surely included how human males mated and how the Dominant and Submissive interacted with each other. Then, suddenly an unpleasant thought occurred to him. What did she mean by his Dovah having been one of her devoted pupils? Her followers weren't renowned for fidelity. Gripped with sudden rage, he growled menacingly. "Has he been touched before?"

Dibella laughed playfully, tilting her head to one side. "He is full of theories, just like you. As far as a physical contact is concerned, he only experienced a single kiss. But of course, you can punish him for that, if you desire. He certainly won't be complaining. On the contrary, a master who fails to discipline a slave loses the slave's respect. I only wanted to offer you a little advice."

Alduin was somewhat relieved, though he still resented that single kiss and resented even more Dibella's interference in his affair. The quicker he parted company with her, the better. But for that he would have to hear her out.

"And your advice?"

"He has given himself to you. It means he will do anything you tell him, even if it kills him. He is tough for a mortal, but remember that if it is you who kill him, you cannot bring him back to life."

Because I would devour his soul, whether I wanted or not. Alduin thought grimly. He remembered how the boy sat on the knees even as he was showing the sign of hyperthermia on that snow covered mountain peak. What if Alduin just left him there like that? Would the boy have remained there in that position till he breathed his last breath, against his survival instinct? It was an oddly gratifying thought. But it also meant that he needed to pay close attention to the boy's condition. Nothing in life was free, it seemed.

Then again, he always rewarded loyalty and obedience. What he needed with his slave was just another way of showing his generosity. A dragon slave was something that he could not replace and what was rare, he valued. Still, his anger with his Dovah remained and grew stronger since he took a human form before entering the Hag's End. Even his complete victory in Sovngarde didn't make him feel much better.

How dare his Dovah let a mere mortal invade his mouth? That mouth should have been reserved for his sexual gratification and his only. That act felt disloyal even though Alduin knew his ownership of the boy could not be applied retrospectively. He would have to cleanse that mouth with his Divine essence before he mated his Dovah properly and mark the boy as his.

Alduin found his slave in the living quarter next to a bedroom, kneeling on the stone floor with his head respectively bowed. The boy wasn't wearing his armour this time though Alduin could see his Dovah's enchanted sword on a low table in the corner. Instead, he was dressed in a blue silk robe that emphasized his eyes. The youth's blond hair was no longer kept in pony tail, a layer of strands on either side framing his face and the rest freely falling just above his shoulders. He smelled clean and fresh.

"Master." The boy sounded shy and elated at the same time like a bride before the wedding night.

There was something endearing about the boy's unguarded sentiments. That didn't mean the boy earned his forgiveness. But why did his Dovah have to look so tempting? His body was literally aching with the need to penetrate and ravage what belonged to him. Damn Dibella for not having lied to him. Damn the boy for having been so loose. And damn the boy again for making him feel irrational.

Ignoring his slave who had gone through so much trouble to make the place and himself presentable, Alduin seated himself at the meticulously polished wood table where goblets and a bottle of wine were laid next to a candle stick. He noticed then diced leak and finely chopped venison along with small jars of various spice on a low table near the cooking pot. His Dovah better not be Mara's follower as well as Dibella's. One Divine taking interest in his private affairs was bad enough.

Ignoring the goblets, Alduin grabbed a bottle of wine and drank deeply, his mind searching through his immense pool of knowledge for an appropriate form of punishment for his slave. The red liquid he gulped down made his anger abate enough to question his slave. He could begin to see why the humans cherished their rotten grape juice. It had its advantages.

"What did it feel like, zaam?" Alduin asked with clear disdain in his voice.

"What did what feel like, Master?" The youth asked. He didn't know what 'zaam' meant, but it was clear that Alduin asked him a question since there was no one else but the two of them in that room.

"Your first kiss," Alduin snarled, making no effort to disguise his displeasure.

The boy didn't try to excuse his past folly or point out how unreasonable Alduin's fury was. Instead, he answered Alduin as all faithful slaves would with their masters.

"It felt wrong, Master. I have disappointed you through my foolishness. I beg your forgiveness."

It seemed that the boy had talent in saying the right things to him. The World-Eater liked his slave's answer. It implied that the boy clearly didn't enjoy the experience. It also implied that he accepted blame for the impure act he had indulged in the past. Most importantly, it meant that the boy would unquestioningly accept the punishment Alduin was about to administer.

"On your hands and knees."

His pet seemed to love to be in that particular position. Alduin didn't have to touch the boy to know how aroused his slave was. His own need was responding to that seductive scent coming from his slave, making the confinement of his erection inside the ebony armour almost intolerable. Still, he approached the youth unhurriedly with all the grace of a predator who was about to pounce on his prey.

Lowering himself, Alduin placed one hand under the boy's belly and lifted up the silk robe with his free hand. The boy's opening was glistening with aromatic oil, from which Alduin deduced that his slave had prepared the tight passage just in case Alduin wanted to use it. A pity. The youth will just have to prepare himself again. Without warning, he raised his hand and brought it down on the boy's left cheek with a force that would have made ordinary mortals yelp in pain. The sensation he himself felt through the contact was pleasant but it was the blossoming red on the milky white cheek that gave him more satisfaction.

Alduin waited just long enough for the sense of humiliation and stinging pain to fully sink in the boy before he landed another blow, this time on the youth's right cheek. The boy responded by letting out a breathy moan and raising his buttocks to meet another slap from his master. It didn't surprise Alduin. He half knew that the punishment would inflame the boy's already evident arousal, as their encounter at the Throat of World left him in no doubt what kind of effect pain had on the boy's body. The point of the exercise was to let the youth know that he was being punished for displeasing his master. Besides, the boy wasn't going to get his release anytime soon. Still…

"You are enjoying this," Alduin growled in disapproval. "Don't make it too obvious."

The youth managed to remain still and silent after that, his desire not to displease his master further overriding his body's need to express itself. That pleased Alduin. The boy certainly knew a thing or two about priorities. When Alduin was finally satisfied with his handiwork, when the boy's entire buttocks turned into glorious red, he rose to stand in front of his slave. It would hurt for the boy to sit on the knees.

"Kneel."

The youth obeyed, his face flushed with shameful need.

"You are forgiven."

The boy looked up with a beaming smile, but before he could thank his Master, Alduin spoke again. "But your mouth is not."

With clear intention to satisfy his own need, Alduin finally discarded his armour, making it vanish into the air. Standing in his proud nakedness, he took his slave by the hair and directed the youth to his full erection.

"Pleasure me."

Alduin let the boy prove his devotion for a while, watching in half amusement and half satisfaction as the youth diligently worked on his glorious length. What the boy lacked in experience, the boy tried to make up with his second-hand knowledge and determination to please. He could feel his slave's clear discomfort every time the tip of his length hit the back of the boy's throat. But the boy pressed on regardless, stubbornly taking his master's shaft all the way in every time as he slid his lips up and down the length. Even as struggling for breath, the youth would tighten his lips to offer that extra pleasure to his master.

The sensation of being pleasured by his slave's mouth was entirely new, unlike anything Alduin ever experienced, and rather agreeable. It was a kind of pleasure he was willing to experience again and again, but it was the sense of complete dominance over another Dovah that made the experience truly addictive. The way the boy placed his lips on the tip of his length, oh so reverently, and the way the boy held nothing back in pleasuring him, these were what gave him most satisfaction.

Having made his slave work to exhaustion, Alduin finally took control and began to relentlessly drive his shaft into the obliging mouth, savouring the tight heat that greedily clung to him. His length began to twitch and spasm in a small gesture of mercy to his slave whose jaws grew numb with all the sucking. He pulled back slightly to make it easy for his slave to gulp down the stream of hot white fluids that was evidence of his gratification. The youth accepted his reward gratefully, trying his best to let the precious liquid wash down his raw throat. But there was so much of it and it was coming faster than he could swallow.

Holding his erection with one hand, Alduin pulled out from his slave's enticing mouth and let the rest of the liquid rain down on the face of his submissive, enjoying the look of bliss on that sweet face coated with his Divine essence. The boy appeared content and happy, even as his own arousal had been thoroughly neglected. Alduin approved and brushed the boy's lips lightly with one finger.

"Your mouth is also forgiven, my zaam."

A.N. Just in case anyone is wondering, 'zaam' means a slave. :P