"I... feel um, like I've had a LOT more... uhh... pleasure in... oh... my Thane, maybe we did... oh my... I LOVE you, my Thane, my great Mistress, you're surely... a TRUE daughter of Akatosh... a princess of the King of Divines... oh..."
She immediately latched onto my my breast, alternating between them and I was catching the strangest sensation of loving adoration in her eyes before she had her face buried against my chest. As though... of... worship?
"Lydia," I asked, feeling confused, "do you... actually think I'm... do you view me as the literal 'daughter' of Akatosh?"
Instantly, she nodded vigorously, she didn't even stop suckling. I started to wonder...
"Lydia," I requested of her "please stop and look at me."
She stopped for the moment, licking a bit of my greenish milk off from her dribbled over lips, as she gazed lovingly into my eyes.
"When I asked you if you saw me as a literal daughter of Akatosh, and you nodded, I felt like I needed an explanation. Please tell me, WHY you believe this."
"Because, High Mistress, you changed time itself. Akatosh is the God of time, and the effortless manipulation manipulation of it could only have been done by a direct connection to the Divine. In our sex, you... seemed to... to blend Dibella and Akatosh into one. Oh I will do ANYthing for my Mistress, I NEED you..."
She then went back to suckling my milk vigorously. I thought about what she said, and wondered if the combination of my milk's aphrodisiac-like qualities; our strange perception of time, if maybe this was perhaps something beyond a typical state of sexual bliss. I hadn't really concentrated on how to affect time, I didn't even know that this could happen, it simply did, without even trying, I got something I wanted. But that this suggests I was the literal daughter of Akatosh, I... I didn't know how to take that, or indeed, if it was truly correct. Lydia seemed to have reached her conclusion purely on what sounded like an assumption.
I recalled my childhood, my parents had told me that the shaman found my egg in a basket near her door, that none of the argonian women there had pushed the egg out in laying. There was also a note in an unrecognized handwriting style that said my mother somehow knew I was special. I was, as it had said, the "blending" of my mother and father, but that could only say I didn't know who my biological parents were.
The shaman and her assistant had taken my egg, setting it with the others under incubation by the argonian pair who would later raise me in their clutch. But because my egg was found alone, unincubated for goodness knew how long, not even the shaman really expected I would fair well, perhaps to die before I even hatched. But instead, I grew up fast, hitting growth spurts one after another, and displaying a seemingly ferocious attitude towards defending the village from the various predators of the swamp.
No one knew who my real parents were, but... surely that wasn't proof I was somehow a literal union of Akatosh and Dibella, was it? My housecarl's continuing working of my nipples brought me back to the present, and while I had a lot to reflect on my recent experiences, I wanted to give Lydia the same kind of love and feeling that she was eager to give me. We both lay there, suckling from each other, as we slowly passed into sleep.
I was soaring over the lands of my subjects, the nords who lived In the middle of Skyrim, my personal territory stretched from a small portion of the plains, up the north to all the way to the Sea of Ghosts. The frigid waters, and air were never a concern to me, when I had fire living within. My roost was off to the mountain flank of our Bromjunaar, the capital where we ruled over the mortals, enjoying their worship, while guiding their lives in the benevolent wisdom that our forefather Akatosh intended. At least that was what he had intended in the beginning. Alduin, my father, had been getting increasingly arrogant as of late, and once recently, even seemed to treat me with the same cold disdain I had started to see when he found it necessary to talk of the mortals. Being Alduin's daughter had afforded me a nice seat amongst the other dragons, not only could I have a territory so close to our capital, but my priestess had authority over the other priests.
I was unhappy with my father's gradual shift from caring teacher towards what seemed to feel more like an iron hearted attitude, but how could I really speak against him? Konahrik was grateful that I had confided in her, but she was also similarly bound, in a sense. Despite her having authority over the other dragonpriests, as my priestess, the others were submissively aligning themselves with the their ruling dragons, who in turn, aligned their loyalties to Alduin. Konahrik couldn't actually make a difference against the others if they were all acting as a group, no matter what her authority as my priestess.
Before, I had hoped that as he was my father, I could persuade him that this wasn't what our forebear Akatosh would want, but he refused to let me express very much about it. Now I was flying in the night, on my way to another who I had heard had a strange new talent in persuasion. It wasn't Miraak, I wasn't sure why, but I didn't want to trust him, despite his growing influence among Solstheim. Sahrotaar, his overlord dragon, had started arguing that Miraak should be allowed more authority, which we felt was strange, but not entirely unheard of if a priest or priestess was actually demonstrating substantial loyalty to us. No, somehow Sahrotaar also seemed like a poor choice to argue for me. I needed to find a way to gain a persuasion myself, personally.
The mortal I had heard of was named Lamae Beolfag. One of my followers had told Konahrik's acolytes that Lamae used to be a priestess of Arkay, but had forsaken him for some reason. Despite that, she had built up a strong following in the woods to the southwest. From what the informant said, it sounded almost as though Lamae was regarded as a Jarl unto her own, but how she grew to such power over only 4 years was beyond us. Confident in our own power as dragons, we didn't consider her a threat, it seemed more like a concern among the other mortals.
But I could not deny that she had some kind of hidden talent, and I intended to try all I could to push Alduin back onto our Forefather's path of benevolence. Before long, I had alighted at the stone platform. All of the communities of the mortals had originally created open, flat areas for us to land at, though Alduin was starting to command more elaborate efforts recently. I knew though, that none of us had really commanded Lamae to set theirs in stone, and I was pleased with such a solid landing spot. The guard on station bowed his head respectfully, and asked me my wishes.
I told him that I would speak with the Mistress of his city, Redshade. He appeared to have a little anxiety over this, but told me he would fetch his captain...
Then my vision faded to red again, and I woke with Lydia beside me.
Her greenishly tinted, milk-stained lips still resting against my scaly breast were even making suckling motions in her sleep, which I'm certain I would have found adorable, if my mind wasn't occupied with the intense clarity of my latest dream. So... I had been his daughter as a dragon...
