(Disclaimer: I do not own Skyrim; just Xana)

(Warning: Lemons ahead! You've been warned ;))

Upon entering Lakeside manor, Xana placed the potions and journal inside the bedroom safe before removing her gear and armor, leaving her in nothing but her undergarments. Once her equipment was properly stored away, she then headed down into the cellar and over to the bathing room where she stripped out of her undergarments and drew out a bath in the large tub. Using magic to heat the water, she then eased into the tub and began scrubbing away all the grime and sweat from her body.

As she enjoyed the warmth of her bath, Xana wondered how Odahviing would react to the prospect of becoming a human for a few days. Would he even want to be human? Even for a little while? A flustered sigh escaped her lips as she rinsed out her long crimson hair and finished her bath, to which she stepped out of the tub, drained the water and grabbed her dirty linens before heading upstairs to dress.

After tossing her used linens inside the (dirty) clothes basket, Xana rummaged through her wardrobe until she found a suitable outfit to wear, which consisted of a simple blue and brown dress and a pair of tan boots. Grabbing her hairbrush from the adjacent dresser, she gently began brushing her damp crimson locks before using a little bit of magic to speed up the drying process. While she normally wasn't one to care too much about her overall appearance due to her adventurous lifestyle, Xana wanted to look nice for a change: it made her feel good and gave her an extra boost to her confidence, which was something she needed right now.

Upon finishing her personal care routine, Xana stepped outside, looked towards the sky, and shouted, "OD AH VIING!"

Within minutes, a familiar crimson dragon appeared and landed across from the young Dunmer in a plume of dirt. "Drem yol lok, greetings, Xana…dii brit fahliil." He affectionately nuzzled her cheek before asking, "How was your journey? Did the Blades threaten you," he emitted a low growl at the thought of her being harmed by his mortal enemies.

At his questioning, she shook her head and gently rubbed his snout, "No. I didn't even see them during my visit to the Temple. I'm assuming they were outside training, but I didn't bother to look for them; however, I did leave them a note stating that Alduin is defeated and that I would no longer be assisting them."

He emitted a soft 'hmm' sound before a smirk crossed his maw, "Did you happen to find anything useful while you were there? I imagine the Blades have a variety of artifacts that they won't miss."

At his implication, a smug smile graced her dark lips, "I did, actually. Among the spoils was ancient ledger containing a list of dragon names and last known locations. The ancient Blades even recorded where dragons were slain as if it was some kind of sick check list. Your name was among them…," she added, causing him to emit a low growl. In an attempt to soothe him, she gently rubbed his snout and softly kissed his scaly eyelid, causing him to emit a deep sigh of contentment and drape his wing over her smaller frame. In addition, he also coiled himself (to the best of his abilities) around her and began to emit a slight purring sound, which she responded by sitting down and resting her head against his warm neck:

"You know, before I met you, I actually came across your burial mound near Riften. Of course, this was before Alduin resurrected you and before I knew who you were," she trailed on while tracing her index finger over the smaller scales around his eye. "Regardless, I stopped by there and placed a bouquet of flowers on top of your grave."

"Vahzah? That was you," he curiously asked with a slight tilt of his head. "When I awoke from my eternal slumber, I was curious as to who placed those flowers there and why."

She gave a nod while maintaining eye contact with him, "Call it silly, but I did that to all of the dragon burial mounds I came across during my journey thus far. Even the ones who actually rose from the grave and tried to kill me, and ultimately died because of me, I left them flowers as a way of saying 'I'm sorry' and as a sign of respect." A sad expression then lined her angelic face as her ruby eyes lightly glistened with tears, "Just..the thought of you beneath the earth again….I-I can't. I won't allow the Blades to hunt you down, and I won't let them kill you or Paarthurnax. I can't… Odahviing, I can't lose you."

Hearing the tremor in her voice, he emitted a calming purr and tenderly nuzzled her cheek, "You won't lose me, Xana. I will not allow myself to fall now that I have been blessed with you in my life. Alduin may have resurrected me, but you are my reason for living, dii brit fahliil."

Hearing this, she smiled and hugged his snout before glancing back into his ice blue eyes, "Oh! I almost forgot…I found something within the depths of Skyhaven Temple that might spark your interest."

"Oh? Enlighten me," he mused, curious as to what she had to say.

"Well, I discovered a chest containing several vials of a strange potion along with an ancient journal stating that the potion was created to temporarily turn a dragon into a human; however, the effects made them stronger than an average human and the potion wore off in less than a week. From what I've read, it was originally meant as a means to make capturing and torturing dragons easier for the ancient Blades. But, I was thinking…maybe we could use the potion for something else…," her cheeks took on a deep shade of crimson as her eyes met his.

At her suggestion, Odahviing emitted a primal growl as his eyes darkened with lust, "While I should demand this potion be destroyed simply for existing; I am now curious as to what 'use' we could make out of it."

Before she could process his response, Xana felt his tongue press against her neck as his hot breath tickled her skin, causing her to let out a soft moan before she then asked, "...Shall I go fetch the potion?"

"Geh, please do. The urge to become one with you is becoming….unbearable…," he sensually growled as he inhaled her scent, noting her arousal and feeling his own urges starting to take effect. Swallowing her nerves, Xana reluctantly stood up and retreated back into the manor to retrieve one of the vials from the safe.

Upon returning with the potion in hand, the young Dunmer approached her dragon and asked, "..Odahviing..are you absolutely sure you want this? You'll become a mortal for a few days and will have to learn basic functions. I'll gladly teach you, but you probably won't like it."

Despite the difficulties he knew would arise, Odahviing tenderly rubbed his snout against her cheek, "Geh. I understand there will be complications and challenges for me, but knowing this, I am willing to put aside my pride and spend the next few days within your tender embrace."

A blush appeared across her cheeks as her eyes met his, to which she gave him a nod of acknowledgement before motioning for him to open his maw, which he did. Uncorking the bottle, Xana then carefully poured the potion down his throat and stepped back as a bright light suddenly consumed him, while his form began shrinking and shifting. When the transformation was over, Odahviing stood before her not as a dragon, but as a man:

He was as tall as an Altmer, with fair skin that was marred with numerous scars along his arms, legs and chest. As a dragon, his scars were covered by his scales, but in this smaller, weakened form, they were exposed and left much to the imagination as to how he received them. Scars aside, he also had well-sculpted muscles, broad shoulders and a lean, sturdy figure. In place of horns, he now had a full head of thick crimson hair that cascaded down his shoulders. His eyes remained the same draconic looking and were the same icy blue color. His face was gorgeous and clean shaven with high cheekbones, a pointed nose, strong chin and a dashing smile.

While admiring the godly figure before her, Xana suddenly realized that he was completely naked. 'Of course he'd be naked! He was naked as a dragon….but I couldn't see his penis then….' She momentarily stole a glance at his lower half while he was busy inspecting his hands: it was huge! Though it wasn't erect, it was still quite a sight to behold, and she could only imagine how much bigger it would be at its full length. A deep chuckle suddenly caught her off guard, to which she looked up to meet Odahviing's piercing gaze:

"Impressed by what you see, dii brit fahliil?"

'Fuck, he noticed!' She blushed as her eyes remained fixated on his, "I, uh….well, yes… I-I mean, I was unaware you'd be so large down there… Not that that's a bad thing, I just wasn't aware of how much bigger you'd be compared to what I thought… Oh Gods, this just sounds horrible no matter how I phrase it…."

He shook his head and chuckled at her flustered state, "Nid, it is quite alright. This form is obviously just a small scale joor version of my true form." He then sensually added, "I am much larger as a dovah."

Her cheeks heated up, "I can imagine." She then cleared her throat and asked with a smile, "Are you okay? You're not in any pain are you?"

With a reassuring smile, Odahviing shook his head, "Nid, Xana, I do not feel pain at the moment, though I imagine I will at some point while I am in this form." He then attempted to approach her, but stumbled and nearly fell; however, he was swiftly caught and stabilized by his beautiful Dovahkiin.

"Careful, Odahviing. You don't know how to walk in this form. Let me help you inside so you don't fall and hurt yourself." Xana gently held onto the much taller/heavier being and led him into the manor where she then set him down onto a chair. "There you go. Do you want anything to eat or drink? I imagine the transformation left you hungry..."

Odahviing suddenly, yet gently, grabbed onto her wrist and pulled her closer to his frame, "Geh, I am quite famished. Would you mind helping me remedy this situation?" He then reached up and cupped her cheek with his other hand, bringing her face closer to his, "…Xana…"

Meeting him halfway and closing the gap, their lips crashed against each others and quickly became interlocked. Odahviing emitted a growl as his tongue entered her mouth and began dancing with hers, while his arms held her smaller frame against his own. Both of them soon parted lips as they came up for air, panting heavily as their chests rose and fell with every breath they took:

"…O-Odahviing…where in Oblivion did you learn to kiss like that?"

Puffing out his chest in a prideful manner, he smirked at her question. "I may not have had need of such functions when I was a dovah, but that doesn't mean I haven't witnessed such displays. I've seen many joor's exchange such affections and have learned quite a bit from my observations."

"I can tell," she then kissed him again and gently ran her fingers through his hair, while his hands roamed over her clothed body.

Struggling with the laces of her dress, Odahviing emitted an annoyed growl, "Why must you joor wear so many layers?"

Fighting the urge to laugh at his frustration, Xana playfully asked, "Would you like me to remove them?"

"Geh, I would greatly appreciate that." He then watched as she stood up and kicked off her boots before unlacing her dress, allowing it to fall from her shoulders and onto the floor, to which she then opted to remove her undergarments, giving Odahviing a perfect view of her naked form:

Her pale bluish-gray skin was smooth and devoid of abnormalities, while her breasts were round and pert. Her nipples were darker in color and slightly erect from her arousal, but they only added fuel to his own desires. Gazing downward, his ice blue eyes locked onto her smooth sex, which prompted his own to act accordingly and become erect. Wanting to continue this exchange elsewhere, Odahviing stood up and held onto Xana as she led him into the bedroom, where upon touching the mattress, he gently laid her down and passionately kissed her as his hands began to explore her naked body.

Propping himself up on his elbow, he gently ran his fingers along her smooth skin and cupped her breast, while his other hand slid down the length of her torso and found her entrance. Feeling the heat emanating from her opening, Odahviing emitted a sensual growl as he slid a finger inside her wet slit, causing her to gasp in surprise:

"O-Odahviing! Wha-mmmph," she was silenced by his lips as he experimentally probed around inside her before adding a second finger. while his thumb found her clitoris and slowly began to rub circles over it. At his probing, Xana heavily panted and tightly gripped the bed covers as her lover pleasured and fondled her womanhood, delighting in the sounds she was making all while taking pride in knowing that he was the one responsible for igniting these wanton desires.

He continued these pleasurable assaults for several minutes, all while carefully observing Xana's reactions to his touch as he explored her heavenly body. Who would have thought having hands as opposed to wings would lead him to such pleasures and open his mind to a new world of unfathomable possibilities.

"O-Odahviing….ah…I'm gonna….AHHHHH!" Xana came swiftly as he flooded her body with pleasure and want: Her breasts heaved up and down while her legs vigirously trembled from the shock of her orgasm. Her vision was spotted with an array of vibrant colors as she looked upon the god-like figure above her.

Removing his fingers from her opening, Odahviing licked the juices that coated them and hungrily smiled down at her, "I told you I was famished." He then re-positioned himself and held her legs apart, before leaning down in front of her smooth, welcoming entrance, "And I fully intend to have my fill."

Before she could react or respond, he sensually ran his tongue over her entrance and lapped up her nectar: she tasted sweetly of snowberries and he hungered for more. Pressing his tongue further into her heat, Odahviing slightly lifted her legs up and greedily ate her out. Her frequent cries of passion were music to his ears as he pleased her with his tongue, bringing her over the edge once more.

Coming down from her euphoric high, Xana shakily reached up and caressed his face as he delicately placed her lower half upon the bed before stalking towards her and straddling her: keeping his erect member away from her entrance for the time being. "Wow…Odahviing…that was incredible! How and where did you learn to do that?"

At her question, he emitted an amused chuckle, "I said that I observed many joor's from afar. In doing so, I sometimes witnessed their mating rituals as a result of my observations."

"You know that is considered perverse, right?"

He shrugged, "Perhaps, but it was not my intent to observe such acts. I was merely scanning my surroundings from afar and happened to witness several intimate sessions as I went about my way. It's not my fault they felt inclined to perform such acts out in the open."

"Uh-huh," Xana playfully rolled her eyes as Odahviing smirked and softly kissed her lips before moving down to her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath his maw (lips). While this would normally present him with an attack of opportunity, as it was always dangerous to expose ones neck to a predator, he took this act as a sign of trust and love. With that, he feathered kisses along her throat before swiping over her neck with his tongue, causing her to emit a lustful moan as she delicately ran her fingers across his sculpted chest and abs before slowly tracing them over his erect member:

"….Xana…Fent mu meyz gein?"

She smiled and gave him an affirming nod, "Yes, Odahviing. Make love to me as only a dovah can…"

Heeding her request, he kissed her lips and lined himself with her entrance before placing the tip against her opening, watching her reaction with curiosity as he slowly pushed his firm length inside her. Feeling his girth stretch her inner walls, Xana gasped as his large member filled her and reached her barrier. She gripped the blanket with one hand while the other held onto his, to which he lovingly rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, "I understand that it's supposed to hurt the first time, so I'll go slowly. Just let me know if you're in pain."

A nod was her response before she found her voice, "O-Okay, I will…I trust you, Odahviing."

Hearing this, he offered her a gentle smile as he tenderly kissed her cheek, "I love you, Xana."

At his words, Xana felt her heart skip a beat, to which she smiled and returned his affections, "And I love you, Odahviing." She then felt his length slowly retreat until he was almost completely out, to which he then passionately kissed her as he suddenly thrust his member all the way past her barrier: breaking through her hymen and reaching her cervix, causing her to cry out in pain that was immediately replaced by moans of pleasure as he gently glided in and out of her in a smooth, rhythmic pace.

Odahviing straddled her hips and held her legs apart as he rutted into her, pleasuring her with each thrust of his member. "O-Odahviing….I…ah…yes…yes….Oh Gods….YES," she screamed to the heavens as her climax unfolded and her vision clouded. Xana ran her fingers along her lover's chest while her tongue licked his neck, causing him to snarl with desire as he suddenly pulled out and flipped her over before entering her once more. "Oh Odahviing….Od…ah…viing….Oh…don't stop…..Don't stop…." She bucked into his hips and mewled as he lifted her rear up and slammed into her with as much force as he could muster.

After several minutes, Odahviing pulled out and gently flipped Xana back over to where they were facing one another again. Though he didn't mind their last position, he enjoyed seeing the pleasure on her face, knowing he was responsible for bringing her such bliss. He leaned down and traced kisses along her neck while one of his hands fondled her breasts until his mouth fell upon her rounded mounds and teased her nipples with his tongue. Afterwards, he slowly moved down to her stomach and licked a path to her entrance where he hungrily lapped her sweet nectar before a metallic taste entered his mouth: it was blood. Odahviing realized Xana was bleeding from being deflowered, to which he tenderly licked the blood from her womanhood before trailing soft kisses back up to her face where he then gently caressed her cheek before slowly pushing his length inside her once more.

Though he had made Xana climax several times over the duration of their consummation, Odahviing refrained from releasing his own climax for the time being in hopes to prolong their erotic night of passion. His willpower was strong, but the need to release was heavily descending upon him. Feeling his instincts kick into overdrive, Odahviing suddenly bit the side of her exposed neck and held her hips in place as he rutted into her, feeling her inner walls clench around his member as her latest orgasm erupted. Immediately afterwards, he felt pressure building up inside his lower region which forced him to further quicken his pace. "Geh, Xana...dii brit fahliil...hi los dii..HI LOS DII..," he reared back and lifted her hips before emitting a bellowing shout as his own orgasm erupted, filling her to capacity with his seed as it flowed through her cervix and into her womb in thick, heavy torrents.

Once his orgasm was over, Odahviing gently lowered Xana's hips back onto the bed and examined her for injuries. He noticed the large bite mark upon her neck where his teeth sank in and slightly broke through her flesh, as well as small puncture marks from his nails where he previously held her hips in place. With a gentle swipe of his tongue, he cleaned the blood from her neck, "Krosis, Xana…I did not mean to bring such harm upon you…."

She glowed in the aftermath of their sex and smiled up at him, "Oh Odahviing, I didn't mind it in the slightest."

"Vahzah," he tilted his head in confusion and curiosity, to which she gave a reassuring nod:

"Yes. I loved every single aspect of our consummation. You made love to me as a dragon would. I expected nothing less from you in that aspect. I love you, Odahviing." She lovingly kissed his cheek, to which he emitted a contented 'hmm' sound before gently rubbing her side with the back of his fingers.

"And I love you, Xana. Dii brit fahliil," he softly kissed her lips before covering the both of them up with a warm blanket. The two of them remained interlocked with one another until sleep eventually claimed them.

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Odahviing spent the next three days learning to control and function in his mortal body. While it was difficult to perform some tasks, he quickly adapted and soon operated fine without Xana's assistance. During this time, the two of them made love in various positions throughout her house and took advantage of the time they had while he was in this form.

While Odahviing preferred his draconic form, he did thoroughly enjoy being intimate with Xana while in his current form. It was the only way the two of them could be physically together and it was the only way he could hold her in his arms and show her how much he loved her without his size becoming an issue.

On the fifth day of his temporary alteration, Odahviing felt his transformation was at hand, to which Xana led him outside where moments later, a bright light consumed the man and transformed him into a dragon once more. As he now stood before his mate in his true form, Odahviing sadly smiled down at the beautiful Dunmer before him. "It is good to be a dovah once more, but I am filled with grief at having to leave your embrace."

At that, Xana tearfully smiled up at her mate and hugged his snout, "I'm happy you're back to normal, but I wish I could join you in this form. Seeing you as a dragon makes me sad knowing I'll never take flight, nor will I be intimate with you as you truly are."

His eyes softened as he looked upon her, "Xana, wether I'm a dovah or a joor, my love for you remains the same. I am blessed to have been given such a short time with you in that form. For those few precious days, I was able to show you how much you mean to me, and I learned what it's like to be a joor. You taught me a new meaning of love that I thought I would never experience and for that, I am thankful." He nuzzled her close and licked her cheek, causing her to giggle:

"You're right, Odahviing. I don't care what form you take, my love for you is unyielding. Besides, if you ever feel the urge to be intimate, I have more of that alteration potion as well as the recipe to make more."

"Hmm, I will remember that in due time, but I think it's best for me to remain as a dovah for a while. Being a joor took its toll on my body and I need time to recover."

She nodded in agreement, "Of course; take as much time as you need." She blushed and sensually ran her fingers along his chin, "You know, it's probably for the best, seeing as how you did ravage my body over the last few days. I should follow your lead and rest too."

He chuckled, "Indeed. I am sorry for any discomfort I may have caused you during my time as a joor, but I'm sure you can find it in your heart to forgive me," he then gave her a flirtatious wink, causing her to blush.

"Yea, yea, I forgive you. But can you forgive me for trapping you in that stockade up in Dragonsreach?"

He tenderly nuzzled her cheek, "I already have, dii brit fahliil."