(Disclaimer: I do not own Skyrim; just Xana)
(Authors Note: Hello fellow Skyrim fans/gamers, I'm glad to have written this story for you all to enjoy. Now, as a note, this story is Romance/Family based around my OC and Odahviing (hence the title). So if you don't like the idea of a Dunmer and a Dovah pairing up, then why did you click on the story to begin with? Also, I would appreciate it if you kept any rude comments to yourselves as this story is meant for inquisitive and like-minded readers who enjoy these sort of pairings. If you're going to act like trolls or soggy pop tarts, then I suggest you take a moment to reflect on your life choices. However, if you're not here to spread hate and actually wish to continue reading, feel free to do so at your leisure :) Keep on gaming my fellow nerds and always remember to watch the skies and guard your sweetrolls :))
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As the midday sunlight shone across the Throat of the World, a young Dunmer stood at its summit. She was average in height and was thinly built with wide childbearing hips and large breasts that complimented her lithe, hourglass figure, which had caught the eyes of several would-be suitors. Her skin was fair and had more of a bluish hue than the typical ashen grey most Dunmer had. While her face was gentle and angelic looking, she bore a long scar across her left cheek that stood as a constant reminder of why she took up the sword and bow.
Although she was rather adept in the various schools of magic, she was a warrior at heart. Adorned in scaled armor with matching gauntlets and boots, she was equipped with an ebony sword on her hip and an enchanted Daedric bow across her back. Having little use for makeup, she only wore dark lipstick which emphasized her lush, seductive lips and enhanced her natural beauty. Her enchanting red eyes sparkled like precious gems, while her long crimson hair was partially braided back, revealing her pointed ears. Only 19 years of age, she was just a girl in the eyes of everyone she met, but she was so much more than that:
She was the Dragonborn.
Upon her return from Sovngarde, Xana was greeted by an audience of dragons. They had heard of her victory over the World Eater, Alduin, and had come to congratulate her victory while also lamenting for their fallen brother. As she watched them take to the skies, one dragon remained behind: Paarthurnax.
Glancing over at the young Dunmer, the older dragon softened his gaze and spoke, "So, it is done. Alduin dilon. The Eldest is no more, he who came before all others, and has always been."
At his statement, Xana emitted a sigh, "It was necessary."
"You did what was necessary. Alduin had flown far from the path of right action in his pahlok - the arrogance of his power. But I cannot celebrate his fall. Zu'u tiiraaz ahst ok mah. He was my brother once. This world will never be the same."
Hearing the underlying pain in his voice, she felt a knot forming within her gut. "I was just fulfilling my destiny as Dragonborn."
"Indeed, you saw more clearly than I - certainly more clearly than Alduin. Rok funta koraav."
"Alduin brought this on himself."
"Indeed. Alduin wahlaan daanii. His doom was written when he claimed for himself the lordship that properly belongs to Bormahu - our father Akatosh." He paused for a moment before speaking once more. "Perhaps now you have some insight into the forces that shape the vennesetiid... the currents of Time. Perhaps you begin to see the world as a dovah. But I forget myself. Krosis. So los mid fahdon. Melancholy is an easy trap for a dovah to fall into. You have won a mighty victory. Sahrot krongrah - one that will echo through all the ages of this world for those who have eyes to see. Savor your triumph, Dovahkiin. This is not the last of what you will write upon the currents of Time."
Hearing this, a small smile appeared across Xana's face, to which Paarthurnax then spread out his tattered wings and took to the skies. "Goraan! I feel younger than I have in many an age. Many of the dovahhe are now scattered across Keizaal. Without Alduin's lordship, they may yet bow to the vahzen... rightness of my Thu'um." He glanced down at the young Dunmer and smiled, "But willing or no, they will hear it! Fare thee well, Dovahkiin!"
Upon watching her mentor take to the skies and leave with his fellow dovah, Xana turned to descend down the mountain, but was greeted by another familiar dragon: Odahviing. He casually landed across from the young woman and smiled, "Pruzah wundunne wah Wuth Gein. I wish the old one luck in his... quest. But I doubt many will wish to exchange Alduin's lordship for the tyranny of Paarthurnax's "Way of the Voice". As for myself, you've proven your mastery twice over. Thuri, Dovahkiin. I gladly acknowledge the power of your Thu'um. Zu'u."
Hearing this, Xana blushed and politely bowed her head, "Thank you, Odahviing. I wouldn't have been able to defeat Alduin without your assistance. You've been a tremendous help to me and I will never forget the part you played in my destiny."
Flattered by her statement, Odahviing emitted a content 'hmm' sound before a smirk appeared along his maw, "I highly doubt you could forget my humiliation when you lured me into that trap."
With a playful roll of her eyes, the Dovahkiin crossed her arms and smiled at him, "It was the only way to get you to listen and work with me." *sigh* "I hope you can forgive me for such treachery, but I did let you go despite everyone else's protests. Even if they wouldn't have agreed to letting you go, I would have released you regardless."
"Is that so," he asked with a curious tilt of his head.
She gave him a serious look and nodded, "Yes. No dragon should be chained like a feral beast or subjected to painful experiments. I couldn't stand the thought of Farengaar using you as some kind of test subject. He had no right to even suggest taking some of your scales or blood without your consent."
At this, his eyes softened at the young Dovahkiin, "Even though I killed your fellow joor and tried attacking you on the balcony, you actually cared about my well-being?"
"Of course! I needed your help, but I also knew that if the roles were reversed, I would hope to be shown such compassion if I was the one trapped in the stockade." *sigh* "Call it a weakness, but I don't tolerate torture on any creature, be it human, mer, beast folk, animal or dragon."
Hearing this, Odahviing smiled at the female, "You have a kind heart, Dovahkiin."
She blushed and answered in a quiet tone, "…Xana…"
"Pardon?"
Her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as she continued to look upon the crimson dragon, "That's my name: Xana. I understand Dovahkiin is my title and birthright, but I would prefer if you addressed me by my given name as I do with you and Paarthurnax."
His eyes softened at her request, "Very well, Xana." Divines, her name sounded delightful on his tongue. Odahviing practically purred out her name when he spoke it, causing her to internally shiver.
'Gods why does his voice sound so enchanting,' she asked herself.
"Call me when you have need, and I will come if I can."
She raised a brow and tilted her head, "If you can?"
He smirked and gave a curt nod, "If I have to, I will destroy ancient ruins in order to reach you."
An amused yet soft laugh escaped her lips, "I highly doubt you'd be able to answer my call if I was deep underground. Regardless, I'll try not to end up in such dire predicaments while in old caves or ruins. Honestly, I'd hate for you to try and squeeze yourself underground as I'm sure you'd be uncomfortable in an enclosed space with no access to the open sky."
At her statement, Odahviing emitted a deep baritone chuckle, "Geh, Xana, I would find myself quite out of my element if I was beneath the earth once more."
Taking a moment to understand what he meant, Xana suddenly remembered that Odahviing had been dead long before Alduin returned and resurrected him. His grave was one of many that were etched upon the Dragonstone she had retrieved from Bleakfalls Barrow. Looking back, it seemed so long ago that she began her quest leading up to her destiny. In truth, it had only been six months since she arrived in Skyrim.
Regardless, Xana felt her heart clench at the thought of Odahviing dead: even though she only knew him for a few hours, she found herself becoming rather attached to him. Although he takes no credit, he initially helped her in defeating Alduin by providing her with the means to reach his gateway to Sovngarde. In doing so, he also showed her what it was like to fly like a true dovah would. Being Dovahkiin forced her to be grounded, which meant she was never destined to take to the skies. Knowing this, she felt envy for the dragons as they knew the true meaning of freedom.
A small smile adorned her angelic face as she looked upon the crimson dragon, "I'm glad you're alive, Odahviing, and I'm happy Alduin resurrected you. If he hadn't, I wouldn't have met you and we wouldn't be here right now." A blush then appeared along her cheeks as her eyes met his, "In a way, I should be thanking Alduin for this victory."
"Indeed," he agreed with an amused look across his face. "Zu'u los zin Alduin daal Zu'u wah fin lok."
Hearing him speak in his language, Xana emitted a soft 'hmm': she loved hearing him speak his language and every time he addressed her in that deep voice of his, she'd feel hot under the collar. Odahviing had no idea what his voice was doing to her at the moment, but he sensed something…peculiar. Not caring about boundaries, he suddenly/gently pressed his snout against her armor-clad torso and inhaled her scent. Her skin smelled of ash, blood and sweat, but those scents were not as distinguished as her heavenly arousal: it was like a forest in springtime. Odahviing felt his mouth beginning to water as his baser instincts threatened to take hold. Startled by this sudden contact, Xana softly gasped at his touch which caused him to snap back to attention and pull away from her:
"Nid, Xana…Zu'u ni laan wah ahraan hi," he cast his eyes downward, ashamed of himself for thinking of such lewd thoughts towards the Dovahkiin. She was his ally and, dare he say, his friend. She was his to protect, not harm. She may have the soul of a dragon but her body was that of a mortal, which meant she was fragile compared to him.
At his strange display, Xana gently placed her hands along his snout and met his gaze, "Odahviing, I know you'd never hurt me. I trust you. I know it's silly to admit such a thing due to the fact that we've only known each other for a short period of time, but I do trust you. I'm just confused by your sudden actions. One moment you're sniffing me like I was covered in wildflowers, and the next, you're looking at me like you just got caught stealing my sweetroll. What's going on?"
*sigh* "Krosis. I can smell your arousal and it awakened my baser instincts. Zu'u laan hi kos dii…But I couldn't allow that to happen. You are mine to protect, not covet…."
Her cheeks darkened and her eyes widened at the realization: Odahviing wanted to mate with her! "I see…I'm flattered you would consider me as someone worthy of your…intimate presence. But if it's alright to ask: why me?"
He emitted a 'hmm' sound while his body relaxed under her gentle touch, "After witnessing your power and hearing your thu'um, I found myself entranced by you. Since meeting you, I've felt this desire to be closer to you. To protect you. To care for you."
She smiled as her eyes remained fixed on his, "Would it be wrong of me to say that I also feel the same towards you? I know it might seem odd to be experiencing something like this in the short amount of time that we've known each other, but since meeting you, I've felt happier than I have in years. I feel like I can let my guard down with you nearby because I feel safe with you."
"Vahzah? You feel safe with my qalos?"
"Of course I do," she then gently ran her fingers along his maw. "...I trust you…Odahviing…." No sooner had those words left her lips, Xana suddenly collapsed upon the snow and her vision darkened. The last image she saw before losing consciousness was the panic on Odahviing's face.