Skyrim One-Shots

Miraak x (Female)Reader ~'Tis the Season~

A growl echoed as the door of Lakeview Manor slammed open, sounding through the woods and scaring all nearby wildlife.

"You will not go to Riften to see that man." the elder Dragonborn attempted to assert, light hair glistening in the dawn sun whereas the younger only sneered.

She started to walk off, the tall Atmoran man following her in his anger.

"I do not belong to you, Miraak," she warned, "I saved you from Mora's clutches, and if anything, you owe me everything. You had best shut your mouth before I sew it closed."

Before the woman got any further, he caught her wrist, pulling her to his chest despite the pack she had been carrying.

His breath hit her neck, and she involuntarily shivered, fists tensing as her eyes clenched shut.

The smooth grin on his face lit a fire in her soul while his lips grew ever closer to her barely visible neck. Miraak and his way with such a mastery of words and actions: how you despised it. 

"I suppose so," he rumbled, his free hand coming to set itself on her waist. "but you have rejected every offer I have given, young one. If you do not wish for my skills in battle, do you yearn for something more sensual? I will gladly provide any want of yours, my dear."

Ere her inner temptation to take his offer show, she shoved him off her, giving the blonde a snarl that vibrated in her throat. His slim face was stills struck in that same ever-knowing smirk, no matter the refusal.

"I decline. You will stay here, is that understood?" her locks flushed in the breeze, eyes glittering with a forced contempt.

He shrugged, and she knew all too well he would not be listening just but that simple reply.

She sighed, "Brynjolf can wait, I reckon. Why have you been such a pest recently? You have nay gotten off my arse."

He shook his head. "Inside."

A mutter of a curse later from the woman, then they both headed back inside the Manor, ____ taking her supplies off and setting them on the chest in the small entryway. Miraak watched and admired throughout it all, though she did her best to seem unaffected.

"Now that is settled, I assume you will ask your questions." he murmured, to which she met his blue eyes with a dark stare.

"The reason behind your actions as of late, tell me," she stated.

He scowled. "How expected. You should know, little wyvern, what happens come spring."

She shook her head, though not embarrassed. "I do not. Explain, I have not been able to gather knowledge for thousands of years. I have had no mentor to teach me the Dovahkiin traditions."

"Yes, yes, you are naive. It is rare that there is two Dovah with mortal souls living at one time, but like the Dovah, males feel the need to breed and protect. Similar to Lycanthropes, I assume, just much more... aggressive. It is less of a lust matter than that of a simple need. Like a soul without its body, the soul cannot function without a body to minister to. Dragonborn are like as such, we cannot function correctly during the very two weeks of spring. Whether it be to protect or to mate, we feel it from primal dragon urges.

"Young Dovahkiin do not experience this, and I am led to believe you are just barely adolescent enough in dragon standards to not experience this. But, oddly enough, I do not know if females react the same as males do, you could have gone through it multiple times and be ignorant of the fact. The last female Dovahkiin died mere seconds after discovery. She was to be mine, but she had decided to throw her life away, and I assume she was unwilling to even imagine she was to be mated to me. So, I have but guesses as to what your heat is like."

Her face flashed from slightly uncomfortable to a downright jaw-dropped.

"So that was what it was!" she exclaimed, and he motioned for her to go on.

You two had little boundaries, even though you had only known each other for a month at this point. You were the only two of your race, and there was begrudging respect between both of you as a result.

Almost eagerly, you started to talk. 

You enjoyed sharing your stories, be them humiliating or not.

"From what I was told by mortal females, they go through a week or there so of bleeding as a sign they can conceive, as you've probably read. I went through a similar phase, only they described their pains as usually bearable and occasionally they would use a warm bag of rice to tame it, and mine were so painful I dared not move. Lydia had tried to help me, but nothing worked. I had bled a forth of my blood in one day, and the rest were spent by me in a comatose state."

He furrowed his eyebrows, "So I am the dovah, and you are the joor?"

She shrugged helplessly, "I guess. All I know is that was extremely painful, and I think you simply being around could help."

"We will have to see. I have no doubt your suspicions are correct. From simplest terms, we are mates, and as much as we both hate it, I suppose we are forced to assist each other." he muttered, frowning.

You shrugged carelessly, "You know I don't care. We fight, as we Dragonborn do, but we can still work together. We have equal dominance, you with knowledge and I with strength, though you are not weak and I am not stupid. I think the first week of being free for you was difficult, and I made it no easier, so we had gotten off to a bad start being the conditions.

"I agree. Let us put those days behind us because as much as I try to despise you, I cannot," he said, face as serious as hers.

A chuckle burst out of her lips, "So now, we are not quite friends, but not quite lovers. How odd."

Miraak's chortle answered yours, "If you say. I could be using you, for all you know, little one."

She scoffed, "As if. You're already madly in love with me." she accused.

He grinned at the test, "You think? Well, I assume you to be head-over-heels with me as well, ____."

"Oh shush, you bastard," came the giggle out of her mouth as her face morphed into a smile, one that sent his mind at ease.

Finally, you both had settled your weary souls.

You could only wonder what would happen next to disrupt it.

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Heyo!  I think this one might be my favorite yet!

I might do a part 2 tomorrow, we shall see!

Requests?

Anyway, I have a huge pile of laundry calling my name that I must attend to.

Dani out,

Adieu!