(Disclaimer: I do not own Skyrim; just Xana and my other OC's)

(Authors Note: Hello dear readers, I hope you're enjoying the story thus far because I'm certainly not done with it yet. I plan to wrap up Xana and Odahviing's stay in Blackwind (Black Marsh/Morrowind) soon, but I've been enjoying their interactions with her family and I hope you've come to like them as well. Don't worry, they'll return to Skyrim soon enough. In the meantime, enjoy the chapter and remember to stay safe during these difficult times. One day things will get better, but until it does, take these words of wisdom to heart: "The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands, love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater." -J.R.R. Tolkien)

(Warning: Lemony goodness awaits within. Don't like it? Then don't read it.)

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"WHAT?!" All five Argonians' said in unison.

With a sigh, Xana calmly began to explain while continuing to mend Odahviing's wounds: "When I faced Alduin for the first time, he flew off before I could defeat him. Frustrated that he had gotten away, I turned to my mentor, Paarthurnax, for help, and he told me that one of Alduin's allies would be able to inform me where he had fled to. That quest led me to Odahviing, or Hunter, as you all have to come to know him as. Now, in order for him to work with me, I first had to lure him into a trap."

"Suffice to say, the trap worked perfectly and was able to capture Odahviing. From there, he informed me that Alduin had fled to his stronghold: an ancient temple known as Skuldafn. Said stronghold also contained a portal to the Nord afterlife, known as Sovngarde, which is where I would find the World Eater. He also told me that Skuldafn was only accessible by air due to its impossibly steep cliffs and lack of trails and roads. Reaching a stalemate, I agreed to set him free if he flew me up there, which he did. Unlike mortals, when a dragon makes a promise, they are obligated to keep it," she fondly rubbed Odahviing's neck as he looked up to meet her gaze with a slight smirk.

"From there, I sought out Alduin in Skuldafn and battled him in Sovngarde. Once he was defeated, Odahviing pledged his loyalty to me and we grew close. We fell in love with one another and the rest is history."

"But how was he able to take the shape of a man and impregnate you," Reem-Sha asked as he eyed the crimson dragon warily.

She blushed, "Well, after I recovered my strength from battling Alduin, I traveled to Skyhaven Temple to inform the Blades that he was defeated, but they were not present when I arrived. Naturally, I decided to explore more of the temple without having one of them following me around like I'm some sort of criminal that needs watching. That aside, I stumbled upon a secret passageway that led me deeper into the temple, where I soon came upon an ancient torture chamber. Dismissing my disgust and hoping to find something useful, I spotted an old treasure chest and picked the lock open: It was there that I discovered several bottles filled with a strange liquid and an old journal stating that the Ancient Blades had managed to create a potion that would turn a dragon into a mortal for a few days at a time, which allowed them to capture and perform disgusting experiments and tortures upon them. Of course the Blades still killed them in the end because of the fact that they were dragons."

A small shudder raked her frame before she continued, "Regardless of how the potion was used in the past, I was curious to see if it actually worked. The journal contained the recipe, so I took it along with the bottles I had found. Afterwards, I left the Blades a little note stating that Alduin was defeated and I no longer needed their assistance. I even threatened to reveal their location to the Thalmor should they attempt to harm any dragons seeking redemption for their past deeds and crimes. Having been born with a dragon soul, I have a link to the dovah race and was deeply offended that they expected me to kill dragons as some sort of vendetta for the destruction they caused in the Dragon Wars, which was over 6,000 years ago mind you. As far as I'm concerned, the Blades died off 200 years ago with Martin Septim. The people I was obligated to work with were nothing more than a pair of horker testicles...At least Delphine was."

She wrinkled her nose in disgust, "I never liked that damn bitch. Oh how I wanted to shout her into Oblivion for even suggesting that I kill Paarthurnax! If she ever sets foot near the monastery, or dares to attack my friends and fellow dovah, I will unleash my thu'um upon her and feed her pasty ass to the slaughterfish!"

At that, Odahviing emitted a deep chuckle and tenderly nuzzled her cheek, "Such fire burns within you, dii brit fahliil."

"What was that you just called her," Flower-Song asked, confused, to which the crimson dragon glanced over at her and replied:

"In your tongue, it means 'my beautiful elf.' I have referred to Xana as such ever since I confessed my feelings to her." He looked back at his mate and noticed she was shaking and her magic was weakening. "Xana, you need to stop and rest."

"I can't...I need to help you." She tried to summon her healing spell again, only to have Odahviing push her hands away with his snout and emit a low growling sound:

"Nid, Xana. Zu'u fen kos yuvon."

"But you're hurt and bleeding...Odahviing...I can't let you bleed out."

He offered her a sympathetic look and gently pressed his snout upon her belly, "Mindol do fin kiir." At the sight of worried tears in her eyes, he licked her cheek, "I will be fine, dii brit fahliil."

Seeing her distress, Flower-Song approached and knelt beside her daughter, "Xana, let us help him. You need to recover your magic and rest."

She looked at her Mother and tiredly nodded, knowing she was right. "Very well, but I'm not going anywhere."

Tenova warmly smiled at his little girl and placed a hand on her shoulder, "We would never ask you to abandon your mate."

"You're not upset that 'Hunter' isn't who you thought he was?"

He shrugged, "I'm not happy that you lied to us, but I understand why you did it; however, I still have questions, but they can wait until later. For now, let's get him fixed up." The patriarch looked over at his boys' and stated, "Sea, go inside and boil some water. Shore, gather some clean linens and find a needle and thread. Reem-Sha, I need you to mix some healing salve."

All three of them nodded and headed inside, while their Mother kept up the healing spell. "Goodness, those damn hackwings did a number on your wing. Can you still move it?"

At her question, Odahviing extended his wing slightly, but made a pained snarl as blood slowly continued to flow out of the wounds, though it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Regardless, it still hurt and caused him a great deal of discomfort. Seeing him in such a pained state, Xana pressed her forehead against his cheek, "I'm so sorry…"

"Nid, Xana...Do not be sorry. If I hadn't been here, you may have been harmed. As a mate it is my duty to protect you and our kiir."

Touched at his protectiveness towards their daughter, both Tenova and Flower-Song shared a knowing look before the matriarch spoke up, "You've done a fine job at keeping her and our unborn grandchild safe thus far. And for that, we're grateful." She smiled and fondly looked at the two of them, "Of course, now that you've shown us what you truly are, I'm even more curious to see what the baby will look like."

Odahviing emitted a slight chuckle, "Ful los mu."

"I'm sorry, dear, I don't understand your language."

"Krosis, I tend to speak my native tongue when I'm in my true form. I was responding to your comment," he then nuzzled Xana's belly and emitted a content 'hmm' sound upon feeling his child kick and move around. "Werid Bormahu daar hi los pruzah, mal gein."

Xana hugged his face and wept in both love and sadness, knowing her mate was hurt, but still put his family's well being before his own. It was touching. She then noticed her three elder brothers approaching with the items needed to help Odahviing, to which a feeling of guilt settled in her gut. The hackwings tore completely through parts of his membrane, and unless he wanted to end up like Paarthurnax, Odahviing was going to have to let her sew him up.

Flower-Song took the needle and used a simple flame spell to sterilize it before threading the eye, "Xana, do you want me to mend his injuries?"

"No," the young Dunmer shook her head and emitted a sigh, "I'm sorry, Mother, but as Odahviing is my mate, I should be the one to mend his wounds." She then took the bowl of hot water and set it beside her mate before dipping the clean linen in the liquid, "This might sting a little."

He gave a nod and laid his head down as she gently dabbed the warm cloth on his open wounds, to which he emitted a snarl and twitched his tail. "Daar ahraan!"

"I told you it would sting," she calmly stated. "I have to clean your wounds first before I can stitch them up. Complaining about it isn't going to make you feel better, but if you want, I can send Reem-Sha to find you something to bite down on."

He rolled his eyes and emitted a pained chuckle, "I am not that desperate, dii brit fahliil."

She raised a brow and kissed his snout before gently cleaning off some more of his wounds while he flinched slightly. "Hold still. It won't hurt as much if you don't move."

Odahviing gave her a dragon's version of a smirk while complying with her request. Once she finished cleaning his injuries, she took the sterilized/threaded needle and carefully began stitching up his wounds while he ignored the pain and remained still for her to work.

"So, when were you two going to tell us that he was a dragon," Reem-Sha asked his sister with a neutral expression.

She emitted a sigh but kept focused on her stitching, "We were hoping to tell everyone after the ceremony...assuming we'll still be allowed to have one."

"Of course, sweetheart. Your mate may not be what we had originally expected, but from what we've witnessed, it's obvious that he cares about you and your child to the point he was willing to sacrifice his own safety and well-being just to protect you both. Not many would be willing to take on a flock of hackwings, but Hunter did so without a second thought."

"..Odahviing," she corrected with a smile. "His actual name is Odahviing. Hunter is just part of his name that has been translated into the common tongue."

"Could you translate it for us," Sea asked with a curious smirk, to which she nodded.

"Of course. But to understand the translation and meaning of his name, you must understand a bit about dragons as a whole. You see, dragons' names are actually composed of three words from their language. Od, means Snow. Ah, means Hunter. And Viing, means Wing in the dragon tongue," she smiled before continuing, "During the Dragon Wars, loyal servants of the dragons, who rose in their ranks, would sometimes be appointed as priests. To commemorate their achievements and loyalty, they would be given a name in the dragon tongue. However, unlike dragons themselves, the priests' names only consisted of one word." As she sewed, Xana couldn't help but notice the amused look on Odahviing's face as she fondly talked about his culture and history. It was touching to see her so fascinated with his race.

On the subject of names, he spoke up and stated, "Xana and I intend to bestow a dovah name to our kiir, our child. However, their name will only consist of one word, as opposed to three."

"What names do you have in mind," Shore inquired with a smile as he cleaned off the bloodied weapons from their fight with the hackwings.

Odahviing looked at his mate before his eyes landed on the Argonian male, "I have a few in mind, but I wish to look upon my kiir's face before bestowing a name upon them."

"Speaking of names, where did mine come from," Xana curiously asked as she finished stitching up one tear in Odahviing's wing and moving onto another one.

Both Tenova and Flower-Song looked at one another for a moment before the sound of running footsteps approached their area: It was Shastan and Stone-Scale returning from town.

"By the Hist! What happened?! What's going on," Shastan inquired while pointing a dagger at Odahviing.

"It's alright, son. Put your blade away before your sister uses one of her shouts to disarm you like she did to the guards," Tenova replied with a smirk.

Hesitantly, he sheathed his dagger and approached. "Why is there a dragon here!? And where in Oblivion is Hunter!?"

With a sigh, Xana gently applied some of the salve on the two stitched tears in Odahviing's wing before she starting sewing another tear, "He defended me and the homestead, but received multiple injuries as a result."

"Is he alright?! Why aren't you tending to his injuries," Stone-Scale asked, to which the Dragonborn momentarily glanced over at her brothers':

"I am. Shastan, Stone-Scale, this dragon you see before you is Hunter."

"WHAT?!"

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After a thorough explanation, both Shastan and Stone-Scale were now sitting across from their sister and her dragon mate as she began applying the salve to the remainder of his stitched wounds. "So, let me get this straight: your mate is actually a dragon that, at one point, wanted to kill you, but ended up helping you and falling in love with you?"

"Correct," Xana smirked.

"And your unborn child is actually a half-dragon instead of a Nord/Dunmer hybrid?"

"Yes."

"Wow...that's...a lot to process," Stone-Scale admitted.

She shrugged and finished applying the salve, "I understand it's not what all of you were expecting, but I wanted you to see Odahviing for who he is before we revealed what his is...Of course, that didn't go as we originally planned. Regardless, I hope you all understand why we had to lie. It's not that we wanted to, but we feared you'd attack or keep us apart from one another if his true identity was revealed."

Tenova crossed his arms and offered a sympathetic smile to his daughter, "You were protecting him. I can understand your reasoning, but I think we can all agree that there's no one more worthy of being your mate than this dragon here. Obviously, he cares enough about you, seeing as how he was willing to leave his homeland and travel all this way just to make you happy. That, and he was willing to take on a different form just so we wouldn't be afraid of him."

With a tilt of his head, Odahviing glanced over at the older Argonian male, "It was never my intention to invoke fear upon you or your kin. Nor is it my intention to consume your livestock."

"Ah, thank you for clarifying that," Reem-Sha replied, relieved.

He gave him a slight nod before standing up and testing out his wing, while Xana asked, "How does it feel?"

"A bit sore, but better than it was prior to your treatment. I won't be able to fly for a few days and I dare not drink one of those potions, lest it destroy the work you put into mending my wing. I suppose I'll stay hidden in the treeline for the next few days as I don't want your kin to find themselves being confronted by an angry mob."

She narrowed her eyes, "I won't let anyone else hurt you, Odahviing. I'll stay out here with you while you recover and if any guards or townsfolk approach, I'll tell them you're with me. My title as Dovahkiin will serve its purpose and protect you, lest those who oppose me wish to face my thu'um."

He emitted a slight chuckle, "I suppose that could be effective. I certainly wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of your thu'um again."

Xana rolled her eyes and smiled before planting a kiss to his maw, "It's not my fault you attacked first."

"You summoned me and I was merely accepting your challenge," he licked her neck, making her blush.

*Ahem* Swims-To-Sea cleared his throat and crossed his arms, "Perhaps now isn't the best time for that." He gave them a knowing look and stated, "We'll return to our farm chores, but please do not hesitate to ask for help if you need anything."

The crimson dragon gave a slight nod of his head, "I appreciate what you and your kin have done for me, despite my nature and appearance."

"Of course, lad. After all, yer family now," Tenova replied.

At his remark, Odahviing tilted his head and glanced over at him, "You do realize that I am centuries older than you, correct?"

He shrugged, "Maybe so, but I'm still Xana's Father and the patriarch of this household. Plus, it's kinda grown on me now."

A 'hmm' was his response before the younger males all headed off to return to their chores, while their parents went back into the barn to retrieve the animals and move them to the adjacent field to resume grazing. Xana momentarily left her mate's side to grab a few things from inside the house. When she returned, she was carrying an old blanket and some books. He watched as she placed the books aside, along with her bow and arrows, before spreading out the blanket and sitting beside him.

Before he could ask, she stated, "I figured I'd read with you for a little while. I know you're still learning how to read in the common language, so maybe we could use this time to practice."

He fondly smiled and nuzzled her cheek, "I'd like that."

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-A few hours later-

Xana and Odahviing were currently finishing The Yellow Book Of Riddles when they spotted her parents and brothers approaching with baskets and blankets in tow. "What's all this," the young Dunmer curiously inquired.

"Well, we figured since Odahviing can't enter the house to eat, we'd bring lunch outside and join the two of you. If that's alright," Flower-Song asked.

"Of course," she curtly nodded and helped them lay out the blankets to sit on, while her brothers served the midday meal: ham hocks for Odahviing, and dried venison, goat cheese and butter sandwiches for everyone else. There were also apple wedges and oranges for dessert.

As they ate, Flower-Song spoke up, "I believe your Father and I owe you an answer to your earlier question, Xana."

"Which one?"

"The one where you inquired about the origin of your name," Tenova replied before taking a sip of ale.

"Oh yea, that one. Okay then, you've piqued my interest and I have been wondering about that for a while now."

While her brothers' and Odahviing listened with newfound interest, Flower-Song emitted a sigh and began her tale: "Your name was given to you by your birth Mother before her passing. She sadly died from complications following your birth, but in no way was it your fault. She wanted to have you more than anything and prayed to the Gods to watch over you as they did for her during her lifetime."

"What do you mean? Did she also have a dangerous lifestyle?"

Tenova gave a nod, "Aye, that she did. Like you, she was a wandering spirit who lived for adventure and faced many challenges throughout her life. She came here from Cyrodiil when Flower-Song and I were children. Apparently, she had spent the last 160 years in Cyrodiil and longed to be closer to her homeland of Morrowind, but not completely within the province as she apparently fell in love with this little border town upon arrival. She actually built and lived in The Nirnroot Cellar (the alchemy shop), for she was a renowned alchemist and healer."

"She was a healer?"

"Indeed she was," Flower-Song stated, "She taught Aifa (the alchemist) and I everything we know about restoration magic. We were basically her apprentices, but I had more skill in plowing a field than brewing potions, whereas Aifa was more fascinated by magic and alchemy in general: hence why she now runs the shop."

"What was my Mother's name?"

"Alua Borealu," she answered with a smile.

"But Shore and I remember her as Auntie Lulu, seeing as how we're the only ones who were old enough to actually remember her," Swims-To-Sea chimed in before taking a sip of ale. "Our memories don't exactly go back that far, but what little we do remember, we think of fondly. Shore and I were six years old when she passed, while Reem-Sha was four, Shastan was two and Stone-Scale had recently turned a year old."

"So, you both knew her and never told me about her," Xana asked in a hurt tone.

Runs-To-Shore emitted a sigh, "She made us promise not to tell you about her until you came of age. To quote her words: 'I want Xana to grow up without feeling sad that her Mommy isn't here to be with her. On her 20th birthday, she is to be given the key to my chest. The journal within will tell her everything she needs to know about who I was. But if she asks, tell her she is a gift from the Gods' and that she is loved.' And we have. Whenever you'd ask about where you came from, we told you those exact words. Not because she wanted us to, but because we meant every word." He then took a hold of her hand and gently squeezed it, "You're our little sister and we love you."

Swims-To-Sea gently took a hold of her other hand and gave a nod in agreement, "You've always been a gift to us, Xana. Ever since the day you came into our lives, we've thanked the Gods' for blessing us with you."

Touched by their kind words, Xana felt her lip tremble before she was pulled into a hug by her eldest brothers. Afterwards, she curiously asked, "So...I still have to wait to read her journal even though I'm old enough to learn the truth about her?"

"Sadly, yes," Flower-Song admitted. "It was what she wanted. But you don't have to wait much longer. Your birthday is in two days, remember?"

At that, Xana's eyes widened, "Oh, that's right! I completely forgot about that. I guess my Dragonborn duties have distracted me to the point where I forgot my own birthday."

"But we remembered," Swims-To-Sea chuckled and ruffled her hair, causing her to swat his hand away and narrow her eyes.

"Please tell me you're not going to treat me like a child. I don't want to feel degraded by having a silly party where everyone starts fawning over me."

"Don't worry, sis, we're not gonna throw a party or do any of that...well...maybe we'll fawn over you, but that's because you're our sister and we love you. Also, because you're pregnant with our niece or nephew and Mom and Dad's first grandchild. What's not to celebrate," Shastan asked with a smile.

She playfully rolled her eyes and placed a hand over her little baby bump, "I suppose you're right. That is a pretty significant accomplishment considering elves aren't usually fertile at this young of age. I still can't believe it myself, but here I am: pregnant with a child that I conceived with a dragon no less," she fondly smiled at her mate and lovingly rubbed his neck, to which Odahviing emitted a low purring sound and licked her cheek, making her blush at how affectionate he was being, considering they were in the presence of her family.

As she continued to fondly rub his scales, Xana glanced back over at her twin brothers and asked, "So, what do you remember of Alua? I'm curious to learn more about her."

At her question, Shore smiled and replied, "Well, I fondly remember that she had a beautiful voice. She used to sing when she cooked or worked outside in her herb garden. She also made some of the best desserts."

"Indeed," Sea agreed. "Whenever Mom and Dad had to run errands, she would come over and look after us or they would bring us over to her house for the afternoon. We'd help her out in the kitchen and she would tell us stories about her time in Cyrodiil, while baking tarts, cobblers or pies. You know those strawberry tarts you love so much? That's her recipe."

At that, Xana's eyes widened, "Oh, I had no idea." She then asked, "What about my birth Father? Did you know him as well?"

"We don't remember him as much because he was usually busy working."

"What was his name?"

"His name was Sevan Telendas," Tenova replied. "He was a town guard long before your Mother moved here. From what we remember, he was absolutely smitten with her the moment she arrived. They were married a few years later and were always seen together when he was off duty. But, after her passing, he left you in our care and joined the Imperial Legion."

"Why? Did he not want me? Did he blame me for her death," she leaned into Odahviing's touch as he nuzzled her cheek in comfort.

At her questioning, Flower-Song shook her head, "You are not to blame, my dear. He wanted you so much, but he was afraid that he wouldn't have been able to give you the life you deserved. Both he and Alua had known us since we were children, and were dear friends of ours, so they knew you'd be well cared for if we raised you alongside our sons'." A sad smile crossed her face as she gently cupped her daughter's cheek, "You look so much like her. I know she'd be proud of you."

The young Dunmer felt her lip tremble and her eyes starting to leak, to which she wrapped her arms around her Mother and hugged her, while Flower-Song held her close and gently began stroking her long crimson hair. Within seconds, Tenova, Swims-To-Sea, Runs-To-Shore, Reem-Sha, Shastan and Stone-Scale surrounded her and joined in on a group hug, while Odahviing draped his wing over all of them in a comforting gesture.

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Shortly after lunch, Xana comfortably sat against her mate and openly pondered about her birth Mother. "I wonder what sort of adventures Alua had. She obviously was around for the Oblivion Crisis, so that must have had an impact on her life. Oh, I wonder who she encountered during that time. Maybe she met Martin Septim! Oh, wouldn't that be amazing?!" Her eyes were wide with wonder and Odahviing couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm:

"You will have the answers you seek in a few days time, dii brit fahliil," he fondly licked her cheek, making her smile.

"I know, but I want to read her journal now. I want to know more about her. The mystery of my birth parents has plagued my mind since I was a child, and I'm eager to learn what Alua's journal has to say."

"I will admit that I too am curious to learn more about your Monah, seeing as how your Brod speaks so highly about her."

She nodded and emitted a sigh as she gently placed her hands over their unborn child. "I wonder how my life would have turned out if she had survived and I was raised as a Dunmer instead of an Argonian. Would I be the same as I am now, or would I be completely different?"

Odahviing tenderly nuzzled her cheek and emitted a soft purr-like sound, "I'd like to think that you'd still be the same, dii brit fahliil. You just would have grown up with fewer siblings and a different Monah and Bormah."

At that, she froze. She couldn't even begin to process having a different family, even if it was her biological one. She was brought back to her senses when she felt a tiny kick from her baby. "No...No, I can't imagine my life without my brothers' or my parents. They may not have birthed me, but they raised me into the woman I am today."

She then hugged his face and kissed his maw, "It's because of them that I was inspired to travel and find adventure...which ultimately led me to Skyrim and to you. Without their confidence and support, I never would have left town. My brothers' stayed because they have more ties here and enjoy the homesteading lifestyle, but I was always a wandering spirit. As a child, I would explore the various caves around the area and even go so far as to venture into the old ruin a few miles north of the village."

A small smile then graced her lips, "I suppose I inherited Alua's thirst for adventure, but it was my family who encouraged me to follow my heart and explore new places. While they're not fond of me putting myself in harm's way, they know I can handle myself. After all, it was they who taught me how to use a sword and a bow as well as basic spells. The rest was acquired after extensive studies and practices, or was simply inherited knowledge from my Dunmer and Dragonborn lineage."

He emitted a 'hmm' sound before nuzzling her belly and feeling his unborn child shift around in her womb. As he basked in Xana's radiance, he noticed she had a forlorn look in her ruby eyes. "What troubles you, dii brit fahliil?"

*sigh* "I'm just nervous about what Alua's journal has to say. I mean, I want to know more about her, but what if I find out she did something terrible in her past? Will I still feel the same way about her afterwards?"

He licked her cheek and replied in a deep, soothing voice, "You shouldn't worry about such things. After all, I did unforgivable things in my past and yet, you still accepted me and are now carrying my kiir."

"Good point," she lightly chuckled and kissed his maw, to which he responded by licking her lips before moving down to her neck: she always tasted sweet and he always hungered for more, prompting him to slowly lick the side of her neck before trailing his tongue along her collarbone and exposed part of her chest, making her sigh with pleasure and want. "Mmm, Odahviing…"

"Xana..." He softly purred in her ear and ever so carefully, nipped her collarbone, to which she emitted a gasp and arched her back as her body screamed in desire. Following this, Odahviing smelled her arousal and felt the urge to mate with her, but due to his larger size and her delicate condition, he wouldn't be able to satisfy their primal needs. Not to mention they were outside and it was still daylight, which meant that any one of her family members could appear at any given time. But by Akatosh, he wanted her.

A soft moan escaped Xana's lips as a familiar coil tightened in her belly, signaling her desire to be intimate with him. "Odahviing, I want to be closer to you, but we cannot indulge in our baser instincts at the moment, even though I want nothing more than for you to mount me right here and now."

He emitted a strained groan as his own arousal started to affect him. While his member was still sheathed, it was becoming painful to keep it that way, "Dii brit fahliil, Zu'u paar kos gein voth hi."

She bit her lower lip and pondered their predicament and options. "Hmm...are you able to walk? Maybe we can retreat into the woods for a little bit and...relieve our tension."

He pressed his snout upon her midsection and inhaled her scent before emitting a needy growl, "I cannot risk harming you, but I can give you release."

"And you know I can do the same for you, my dear dovah."

He emitted a sensual purring sound before carefully getting up and following her into the treeline, while being mindful of his injuries and the density of the forest. It was a tad difficult to maneuver through the trees, but after a few minutes, they finally came to a large, isolated clearing where upon entering, Odahviing slowly unsheathed his member and sensually began licking Xana's neck and shoulders. "Take this off," he gestured to her dress by nosing it with his snout.

She giggled and kissed his maw, "Yes, dear." Within minutes, she was completely naked and her clothes were strewn over a nearby branch.

At the sight of her divine figure, Odahviing emitted an approving growl before slowly trailing his tongue over her swollen breasts, savoring the life-sustaining nectar they were producing, while she emitted a mewl of wanton need. "Lie down," he breathed onto her neck, to which she willingly obeyed and laid herself down on the soft grass and braced herself as he lowered his head and began licking a trail from her legs to her neck. His tongue was warm and moist against her soft, blueish/ashen grey skin as he sent waves of pleasure throughout her body.

Xana gasped as he carefully scrapped his razor sharp teeth along her arms, legs and shoulders, while refraining from using them on her abdomen. With that in mind, he tenderly licked her small, slightly rounded belly and gave it a gentle nuzzle before returning his attention back to his mate. A wicked gleam appeared in his ice blue eyes as he slowly licked between her legs, earning him a pleasurable cry from his enchanting Dovahkiin. She instinctively spread her knees apart, allowing him full access to her heavenly chalice, to which he slowly inserted the tip of his tongue inside her and tasted her sweet nectar. Odahviing bellowed out a lustful growl as he began to lap at her arousal: she always tasted sweetly of snowberries and he lavished every drop.

A flood of ecstasy overwhelmed the young Dunmer as she cried out his name and fisted the grass beneath her. Her orgasm brought a prideful gleam to Odahviing's eyes as he greedily lapped up every drop of sweet cordial from her chalice. When his thirst was quenched, he nuzzled her cheek and smiled, "So delicious…"

Xana couldn't speak: she was in a state of euphoria that caused her to go silent as her body trembled and recovered from the vast amount of pleasure she had received. Her heart raced within her chest and her ruby eyes were glazed over in pure, undiluted bliss. After a minute of composing herself, Xana shakily reached out and placed a hand along his maw, "...O-Odahviing...wow...just...wow…"

He chuckled and licked her breasts, "I take it that you're stated for the time being?"

"Gods, yes," she breathed as her face flushed and her eyes sparkled. A mischievous smile then crossed her lips as she slowly sat upright and sensually asked, "Would you like me to return the favor?"

"Geh, dii brit fahliil, I would very much enjoy release. But in my current form, I cannot allow you to grant me such pleasure. As much as I desire to be enveloped by your full embrace, I cannot risk harming you or the kiir."

She caressed his maw and licked his scales, "But I want to show you my appreciation. Will you allow me to pleasure you as you've pleasured me? Please?"

At the look she was giving him, Odahviing was finding it difficult to refuse. Plus, he was now curious as to what she had in mind. "Very well, but refrain from trying to fully take in my length. I fear it would do great damage to you should you try, and I cannot allow you to come to harm."

Xana sensually ran her fingers across his jaw and replied in a smooth, velvet tone, "I don't plan on stretching myself to that extent, but I will try to pleasure you as best as I can." She then kissed a trail along his face and neck before slowly running her tongue along the sensitive membrane of his wing, causing him to emit a 'hmmm' of contentment. As she did this, she asked, "Would you mind laying down on your side? I can't quite reach you from this angle."

He chuckled but complied with her request: managing to partially lay on his uninjured side as she continued trailing down his wing and over towards his chest. As she did this, Xana was able to get a good look at his 'second tail': It. Was. Huge! She had only seen it in his human ruse, but this was completely different than the one she was accustomed to. It was red in color and had ridges all along the shaft, while the tip was pointed as opposed to round.

At this time, she noticed some of his essence slowly leaking out as a result of his previous ministrations to her body. With a lick to her fingers, Xana gently touched the massive spear, causing her mate to bellow out a lustful rumble within his throat. She then tentatively ran her nails along his length which made him shudder in pleasure. Noting his enjoyment, she did it again and heard his breath hitch momentarily before she knelt beside him and sensually started to lick a slow, pleasurable trail from the hilt of his shaft to the tip, savoring his taste: earthy but with a hint of smokiness, like a venison chop fresh off the spit.

As she indulged herself, Xana noticed he was struggling to contain his release, which prompted her to lay beside him and carefully wrap her leg around his shaft, bringing the tip towards her entrance and ever so carefully, easing herself onto it. While she could only take in the very tip of it, that was all the encouragement Odahviing needed:

He bellowed and made several small thrusts (while being mindful of her size), effectively dispersing his seed within her chalice and completely filling her as the remainder leaked out and ran down her leg and buttox before settling onto the ground in a steaming pool.

With a smile, Xana eased herself off his tip and scooted up towards his face. "Are you alright, my handsome dovah?"

His blue eyes were wild and glazed, but after a few moments of composing himself, Odahviing focused on the divine figure lying before him. "Geh, dii brit fahliil...Kogaan fah fin gaar."

She blushed and kissed his maw, "Of course. I just hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did."

He chuckled and affectionately nuzzled her cheek, "Geh, I did."

"Hmm, I'm glad to hear that because I'd like to do that again sometime."

"I think that can be arranged."