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Sark: Ah wow, thank you for the generous review! It was a kind of review that would have made any DS writer proud. :) Alduin has me swooning me, too, and I am not sure why but when I write Alduin, I tend to imagine Gerald Butler from the Phantom of the Opera when he sang 'The point of no return'. Not sure whether any Nord would look like that though. :P

Cloud of Thought: Oh Gods, you certainly know how to make a girl happy. Alduin thanks you for your truly generous offer, but I'm not too greedy and I will be happily settle for a piece of your heart, even a tiny piece. XD Thank you for making my day!

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The Dragonborn used to have a human name. He was called Einar, until everyone around him stopped calling him by that name. Instead, they all called him Dragonborn.

Very little was known about his past before he came to Skyrim. He preferred to keep to himself. After all, what could he have possibly said about his life in Cyrodiil?

I'm not sure who my biological father is. My mother is a devoted follower of Dibella and so am I. She is a slave of heart to a rich merchant who also happens to be my step father. I have this importunate longing to submit. I came to Skyrim because Dibella told me I would meet my Master here.

Those who knew him in Skyrim knew him only by his actions. His thoughts were mostly private because he knew instinctively he wasn't supposed to say what he genuinely felt about his experiences. He didn't need to be a genius to know that his thoughts and feelings were rather eccentric ... umm… unsettling to put it mildly.

At Helgen, he didn't know that dragon blood ran through his veins. But his blood and soul knew what Alduin was, the most powerful and perfect creation of Akatosh. He saw nothing but majestic beauty in the black dragon while Alduin terrorised the innocent and not so innocent alike. When their eyes met for a few seconds, he knew Alduin was his future Master even as all he saw in the crimson eyes were contempt.

How cruel fate was! How on earth was he supposed to approach his would be Master when he didn't have the wings to find him again? And how would he convince his lord that he was worth keeping even if he found the dragon again? So, he prayed to Akatosh because well… Akatosh was a Dragon God right? The Divine answered him by sending a dragon to kill him.

OK so he survived the encounter but that's what it felt like when he saw that dragon that was hell bent on killing him. And things got from bad to worse after that. They told him that he was a Dragonborn and his destiny was to defeat Alduin and save the world. How can Alduin be his Master and his archenemy at the same time? It made no sense. In his desperation, he sought Dibella's help and true to her Divine nature, she kept her silence when he needed her guidance most.

It was only when he met Alduin for the second time that he decided to follow his destiny as the legend saw it. Alduin made it abundantly clear that they were enemies and if Alduin wished it that way, that's how it would be. It was madness to begin with to think that a dragon, a World-Eater no less, was to be his Master. He would ignore his heart, kill it if he had to, and do Akatosh's bidding.

When he was defeated by Alduin at the Throat of the World, he thought he was about to die. He knew he had done his very best to defeat the lord of dragons. He hated using the Dragonend. His dragon blood repelled against the idea and yet still used the shout. No one could accuse him of not having tried hard.

It wasn't his destiny to defeat Alduin. He had been a mere toy, created to entertain the Divine. The world was about to end and the legend had been a lie. But there was one thing he still could do, because Alduin allowed it. He could live, even if it was just for a moment, his unfulfilled desire. He didn't believe his Master would spare his life after all that he had done, but at least he could submit himself to Alduin's will. And he knew he would have no regrets, since there wouldn't be an afterlife for him.

Once those irreversible words, the words that bound him to Alduin, escaped his lips, he felt at peace with the Divine who had mocked him and with himself who had been forced to live something he was not. The legend might have lied to him, but he was glad that it had been a lie. He could finally die as himself. Dibella had not misguided him. He met his Master.

He didn't know exactly why Alduin kept him. Neither did he understand why the World didn't end yet. It didn't matter. The moment he surrendered himself to his Master's will, everything changed. He was no longer Einar. He wasn't even a Dovahkiin. He was simply a Dovah that belong to Alduin. His new life had begun.

And with that, came a new identity. Having baptised the boy with his Divine Essence, Alduin named his slave Aardoin, which meant servant of Master. From that moment, the youth would be known by that name among the dragons, though Alduin himself preferred to call his Dovah zaam. There was genuine pleasure in the boy's eyes when he explained the meaning of the boy's new name and the word zaam. He couldn't think of a single dragon who would be pleased to be given such a name or to be called zaam, save his Dovah of course. As always his Dovah's desire to submit to his will pleased him.

Alduin also could see a political advantage in keeping the Dragonborn as his official servant. Now that he decided he would not destroy the Nirn, he needed to restore the rightful order, with him as the Master of the World of course. Akatosh did not name him Alduin without actually meaning it. It was his destiny to rule the world he was meant to destroy eventually.

The dragons' rule only ended because he had traitors among his kind and he did not want to repeat the past. Paarthurnax's death would serve as a warning to other dragons, but having Aardoin, the once dreaded Dovahkiin, at his side as an indisputable subordinate would serve as a further reminder of his power. And his kind needed a constant reminder, as power was about the only thing they respected.

Then, there was a small matter of appointing and managing dragon priests, since dragons could not bother with direct ruling of the mortals. He had given them power for their obedience and they repaid him, Alduin reflected bitterly, with their incompetence. He needed someone to keep an eye on them, and his Dovah was ideal for that task.

At the moment though, Alduin was content with exploring his slave's slender body. The boy was ready for taking. He had been ready for some time, naked and his forehead resting on the mattress, his hands behind the back, and his still sore butt cheeks raised in the air. The position made the youth look vulnerable, a position well suited to his humility. Alduin made his slave wait like that, while he sampled the meal the boy had prepared for him in another room. The World-Eater knew that by now the anticipation was killing his slave. And this time, the boy's waiting would not be in vain. It was time to officially mark his slave as his possession.

Because Alduin wanted it so.

Alduin took his position behind his slave and spread the boy's cheeks to examine the hole he was about to penetrate. It looked rather small, but the lust filled moan that escaped his slave's lips suggested that appearances could be deceptive. In any case, this particular hole was meant to be used by him and him only. Without him, it had no purpose. He would be merciful and give it the sense of fulfilment it craved for.

With a quick thrust of his powerful hips, Alduin entered his slave and kept pushing in till his entire length was buried in the narrow passage. Beneath him, the youth was struggling to keep his composure, and the pained gasps the boy was emitting made the sensation of being buried in the tight heat even more appetizing for Alduin. He savoured the pleasant feeling for a moment, allowing the boy's body to relax and understand what it was to be filled, to be used by its Master, and to accept the Master's pleasure as its own.

Taking hold of the boy's hips in a bruising grip, Alduin pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in. This time the youth cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure that mingled seamlessly. Another thrust, and the boy was beginning to push back to meet it. Alduin kept pumping in and out of his slave, establishing a rhythm that suited his own pleasure best. The youth quickly adapted to the tempo, doing his best to tighten and relax his muscles to heighten his Master's pleasure, the only pleasure that mattered.

The youth was vocal, Alduin noticed with some amusement. The wet slapping of their bodies and Aardoin's moans filled the room like a reverent chant used in a religious ceremony. The experience was almost perfect and Alduin was beginning to wonder just what he had missed out in all his existence as a God until…

he realised they had an audience. At first, Alduin tried to ignore that playful feminine voice in his head, but Dibella could be rather persistent and it was beginning to interrupt his carnal pursuit.

"What?" Alduin snapped, still buried inside his slave but no longer moving.

"Oh my, what a lovely sight. Do go on. I do not mind just watching."

"Good, because that's all you are going to get. State your business, if it can't wait," Alduin replied, pulling out slightly and thrusting back in to quieten his slave's whimper.

"So possessive. Slaves can be shared, you know. No need to look so murderous. I was only teasing," Dibella laughed her bell-like laughter. "Shor has brought charges against you. He says you have seriously compromised his authority as the God of the Underworld. He demands that you apologise to him and give your pledge that you will not set foot in Sovngarde again until such a time for you to end the world."

"It's not going to happen," Alduin snarled, his grip on his slave's hips tightening and his thrusts quickening.

"We are divided on this issue. Talos told me he could vote for your case but only if you did him a favour. He suggested a face-to-face meeting with you. If you refuse him, Akatosh will have the final say and I'm afraid he has a soft spot for Shor."

"Fine. I will go and meet that mortal you raised to a Godhood by whim, when I'm done here."

Obviously, Alduin wasn't fine about it. But he'd rather not continue talking to Dibella at this particular moment. Thankfully, she took hint and remained silent, though he doubted she had the decency to look away, leaving Alduin to focus on gratifying his carnal need.

Fuelled by anger and growing need to relieve himself, Alduin drove into the tight hole he owned with merciless speed. There was nothing his slave could do other than moan and gasp helplessly, till hot white liquid coated the boy's belly. Alduin himself was close and the delightfully spasming muscles that surrounded his length was making the inevitable release still closer. But he still needed a final touch to make the youth completely his.

"Stretch your neck for me, zaam."

The youth obeyed immediately, turning his head slightly to the side to make the task easier. Though still dazed by his orgasm, both his mind and body knew his Master's desire and need came before his. Alduin leaned forward and bit hard into the inviting flesh, drawing blood and marking the youth as his. The youth yelped, his sweet face contorted with pain, but he did not struggle against it. Instead he welcomed it, because his master inflicted it, because it connected them and brought them closer.

My zaam. Mine.

Holding his slave firmly by the neck with his teeth, Alduin finally relinquished the control, letting his Divine essence fill the youth to the brim and making the boy whole. He didn't let go till he rode out his orgasm inside the narrow passage that clung to him with abandon. Only then, he released his slave and pressed his lips to the boy's neck, lapping at the blood that the youth gave so freely and without fear or reservation.

Alduin knew then that the boy was worth the troubles he was in. The Divines would have left him alone, had he just killed his slave and brought an end to the world. Instead, he found himself in a rather uncomfortable position, a position in which he had to make a deal with a Divine that he didn't even approve of as such. Had he known that before, he would have not accepted his slave's gift. But now he already had, he'd rather not do without it.

His slave was his and would always stay that way.