Hello everyone! No, I'm not dead, and yes I'm sorry for taking this long to update.
I started writing this chapter shortly after posting the last one, but I kinda lost interest in the middle of it. So I finally pushed myself to at least finish the scene that started, but that's all. It is a short chapter, and only smut. I just didn't want to let the story die with the end of last chapter, it would have been a bit cruel. But now I'm putting this story on a hiatus, for I-don't-know-how-long. I've had other ideas of fics and I'm thinking about moving to AO3. If I ever do, I'll make a post here to make it official.
This story may continue some day, I actually have a plot in mind. But for now, enjoy the reunion smut :
8 – Dovah sos
In the complete darkness of her cellar, Ænor's senses were overwhelmed by Alduin's presence. His smell was in the room, his heat radiated strongly, and his low purr sounded like a storm. She took a deep breath as his hands started to explore her frame.
"Hey, wait a second!"
"I have waited enough." He grumbled, holding her in a tight embrace. "Nir hi zeim Keizal…I have tracked you and hunted you through this land." His face was buried in her hair, while his thumbs were lazily stroking her sides, over the leather of her armour. "Trying to hide is futile, mal gein. Dov los ahe. Hunters. You are not meant to run away. And you cannot." He added, his grip tightening.
Ænor could have melted from his voice, and the way he embraced her. However, she strongly disagreed with most of what he said. "Oh shut up." She snapped. "Or keep talking in your dragon language, so at least I won't know you're saying such bullshit." Alduin chuckled, and the Dragonborn felt herself reacting. The stupid lizard was arousing. "Such fire you have, Dovahkiin…I like how foolish you are, to think you can-
"Of, fuck it!" Ænor cut him off. She managed to turn to face him, and kissed him greedily. She could feel the dragon's surprise, though he immediately replied and kissed back. Their hands moved over flesh or leather, combing through hair or cupping an ass cheek. When they broke the kiss, the Dragonborn was staring into Alduin's bright red eyes with pupils dilated. "We'll talk later. Now, make me scream if you can."
His silent smug grin was all the answer she got before his claws ripped the strips of her armour, and soon they were both frenetically tossing away every piece of cloth that covered Ænor's body. He pushed her until her back hit a wall, and their bodies were crashed together. And then, his mouth was on her.
Maybe it was because dragons didn't have hands. They did everything with their mouth, just like most animals. But honestly? She didn't give a shit about why Alduin was exploring every single inch of her body with his tongue and lips. All she needed to know was that it felt incredible. It was hot, hotter than any mortal's mouth, and that long reptilian tongue of his was skilled. When he bit one of her nipples, she let out a throaty moan that made him groan, his length twitching against her stomach. Feeling it, Ænor started to drown in desire and snuck a hand to his member. When she wrapped her hand around it, she could hear the dragon biting back a surprised moan of pleasure.
"Take a step back, so I can move. Trust me, you won't regret it." She whispered, and after a second he moved slightly. She crouched down in front of him, sliding her hands along his body to guide herself. Brushing her fingertips on the skin of his stomach, she started to salivate from his smell. Lightly touching his shaft, Ænor gave a few licks before carefully putting it in her mouth. Above her, Alduin moaned and his hands moved to her head, threading her hair.
They couldn't stand each other. The dragon was, in her opinion, an arrogant and bad-tempered spoiled brat, and the feeling was very probably mutual. Their communication was terrible, and apart from eating and sleeping together, most of their interactions had been fighting or arguing. And yet there they were, Ænor embracing his lower body and passionately sucking on him, and Alduin holding onto her skull while slowly but surely losing his stoic and smug façade.
When she grabbed his testicles, a strangled moan escaped the dragon's throat, and the Dragonborn released him, smirking.
"I prefer it when you make these sounds" she taunted him, happy to get her revenge for the last time. She couldn't see his face, but the red spots of his eyes were glaring back at her and a low growl raised from Alduin's chest. Ænor grinned back, and looked straight into his eyes while starting to lick his sack. Being in the dark, she was much less aware of what she looked like, and the inhibitions she might have were gone. A part of her remembered that unlike her, Alduin could see in the dark, but she didn't care. Right now, she was focused on his smell and his taste, and on the feeling of his hands clawing at her head.
It wasn't enough. Ænor wanted, needed to hear him too. To hear his moans, his grunts, everything. To hear his breath quicken until he reached his peak from her mouth and her fingers. To make him loose control and fall apart, all because of her. She didn't have that much experience in the matter, but she knew a few tricks and intended to make good use of them. Focusing back on Alduin's cock, she took it in her mouth once more and licked it conscientiously. The dragon above her groaned, apparently struggling to keep his self-control. Ænor took a second to breathe deeply, and relax her muscles. When she moved, she managed to take all of him and a very distinct moan of pleasure escaped Alduin's lips. His hands were still buried in her hair, holding her firmly, but he started to move his hips too, unable to resist. It made things easier for his partner, who simply focused on her breathing, and moaned around him to increase his sensations.
Somewhere deep in the back of her mind, a part of Ænor noticed that it was quite ironic, to have the Dragonborn deepthroat the Word-Eater : she was the one eating him right now. But most of her attention was caught by Alduin's voice, as she felt him twitch inside her mouth. "Dovahkiin…take it, take my seed!" he growled, and she answered with a needy moan. The dragon's voice broke, and with a deep thrust he spilled himself inside her mouth with a cry of pleasure. She took his seed, and it was hot. She had forgotten about that. Surprised, Ænor coughed, spitting back some of his semen. Her jaw felt sore, and she was out of breath, but Oblivion was it worth it. She wiped her mouth and chin with the back of her hand, and raised to meet the dragon's mouth in a filthy dibellan kiss in which he could taste himself on her tongue. One of her hands moved to his neck, and the other was exploring his chest, while the dragon's hands were resting around her waist and on her hips.
When they broke the kiss, Ænor couldn't resist teasing him a bit. "Funny, you're not very talkative this time. Are you shy now?" She said with a smirk. Truth be told, she loved his voice, and though he said stupid things she wanted to hear them. Before she had time to taunt him more, Alduin snuck a hand behind her knees and lifted her, and it took her all of her self-control not to gasp in surprise. "Hin dovah sos los mul" he purred, and for once she understood him : her dragon blood was strong. "To dare to speak to me this way…" he added, as he lay her on the ground and started to lick and nip at her exposed flesh. Ænor sighed in delight, eager to be touched, and Alduin chuckled.
"You claimed that you did not want me to speak" he said, his hands parting her legs, "yet I can smell your arousal, stronger with every word I speak."
He breathed slowly, taking her scent in, and mumbled something undertone. He laid back slightly, and Ænor groaned. "Dont you dare make me wait, I need to feel you now". Alduin smiled wickedly : "I enjoy your eagerness, but I like to make you beg, mal-"
Ænor sat down to reach him and grab his wrists, cutting him off. "Listen up, you…idiot, you may be already spent and all but I am not, and I'm losing my patience. So do me a favour and touch me." She hissed, pressing his hands against her chest while she moved her legs to straddle him. Alduin was eagerly complying, muttering in his dragon language. She was dripping wet by now, and when she sat on him she was glad to notice that he was still hard. Another dragon god thing, probably. Guiding him with one hand, she kissed him once more as she took him inside her with a satisfied sigh. Ænor started to move her hips slowly, moaning in the kiss. She nipped at his lips, getting almost agressive, which only turned the dragon on even more. Alduin broke the kiss to look at the Dragonborn. She was riding him, rocking her hips, head tilted back with her eyes half-open. One of her hands was buried in his hair holding onto one of his horns, the other was resting against his chest. Her lips parted, and sweet sounds escaped her mouth as she shamelessly fucked him. He enjoyed this vision, knowing that her eyes couldn't see him in the dark. She was divine. And she was his, his only.
"You are so eager for me, Dovahkiin" he whispered, cupping her breast and rolling his thumbs over her nipples. "Hi los dii ahrk zu'u hin, Dovahkiin. Your mind denies it, but your soul and body know better." He smiled when she moaned louder from his touch. "Admit it, like I have".
Ænor didn't answer. She was too busy rocking her hips and riding the World-Eater's cock to translate his words. Another thing she thought she'd never do. "I like the sounds you make, Dovahkiin. But I would like to hear more." He added with a feral grin.
"Oh shut up."
"I do not think I will. I think you like it." He moved his hands to her hips.
"You're such an arrogant-fuck!" He started to thrust, enjoying the feeling of the Dragonborn's heat around him, of her soft flesh and her messy moans. Ænor's voice raised and she felt herself getting closer to release. Her movements were erratic, and her thigh's muscles were starting to ache. "I…my legs, I'm exhausted" she said out of breath, and before she knew it Alduin moved them so she was on her back with him on top of her, smirking. "You tire faster than I thought."
"Shut up, I've been running through half of Skyrim to-ah!" She moaned, tilting her head back in pleasure when he started to move at a steady pace. Dibella's tits, it felt so good! Ænor let out a throaty moan.
"Geh, let me hear you, Dovahkiin...let me hear how much pleasure I give you." Alduin purred, his forehead resting against hers. She kissed him with all the greed of a dragon, kissed him like she was trying to swallow his soul. Her moans where muffled but raw and passionate, as crude as the sound of his thrusts. The dragon pulled back ever so slightly, keeping his lips against hers to whisper : "So greedy...show me how you take me, how much you want it..." He nipped at her lips, earning a strangled moan from Ænor. "Tell me you want, you need my seed in you, Dovahkiin."
The Dragonborn's voice betrayed her as she let out a high-pitched whine, unable to answer properly. She felt Alduin stiffen inside her, and suddenly there was heat, so much heat inside her. It was too much, his voice, his thrusts and his heat. Ænor opened her mouth to cry her pleasure, only to be kissed mercilessly as she came so wonderfully.
She was breathing deeply, enjoying the afterglow, while Alduin kept kissing her jaw and neck. "Well, at the very least you're a decent fuck, I'll give-ah!" Ænor was cut mid-way by a sudden thrust that her overstimulated nerves felt far too much. "Decent?" the dragon asked, his tone daring her to repeat her words. "From the look on your face a minute ago and now, I wouldn't say decent." He pulled out of her, and she barely bit back a weak whine at the sensation. "Rest, unless you want to scream for me again, Dovahkiin?" he asked with a smirk, and Ænor groaned at that. She wasn't opposed to the idea of a second round, but she was thoroughly exhausted. So she let Alduin hold her close, let him embrace her and let herself fall into sweet sleep.
