life after oblivion, the dragon rampent

He returned her gaze frankly, for a moment she felt that she saw double. She saw martin’s brown eyes, and martins face above overlaying that was something so big it had no form at all. A gigantic protecting force, a force which shielded all of Tamrial from the other dimensions. Even seeing this she felt no fear of it, only uncertainty over her future.

His lips met hers in a gentle caress; ‘are you still afraid?’ his breath was hot on her face.

‘Of you, no.’

He rested his lips upon her forehead waiting for her to continue, she flexed her hand watching it curl, and then spoke softly to the night. ‘I’m afraid of the future. Of the future without you in it.’

‘I will still be here just not in material form.’

‘I that meant to comfort me?’

‘No, it’s simply how it is. If you chose you can take comfort in it.’

There was silence save the beating of there hearts in the darkness. Seren shifted slightly, opening her legs invitingly. ‘Please.’ She whispered.

‘Seren.’ He breathed in to her temple, and then reared up above her, his red eyes bright in the darkness.

‘If that is all you can offer me, than please just love me for tonight.’

He nodded slowly, and arranged himself at the entrance of her body. Holding back a grunt at the heat emanating from her core. Slowly he pushed forwards, inching his way inside her, as carefully as if she was still a virgin.

He let out the soft groan he had been biting back when he settled fully within her. Seren was still beneath him, it was always on of the most intense moments, when a man breached you and she wanted to feel every second of it. Seren could feel the power thrumming through the god’s body; it was slowly seeping in to her, a steady trickle that made her body hum.

‘What?’ she asked in awe and confusion. Martin rolled his hips gliding out of her before thrusting languidly back in, he flashed her a grin.

‘Remember my love; you are mating with a god.’

Slowly he began to gather pace, pushing in deeper building the tension between them. ‘You’re so hot, so tight, and so good.’ He groaned out above her, as a deep guttural groan emanated from deep within his chest.

Seren had been lost in sanitation, herd his voice and with a view to mischief squeezed her walls tighter around him. He stopped and let out a long shivering breath, ‘Oh, no you don’t!’ He growled, pushing her legs up to rest over his broad shoulders.

For a moment he stared down at her.

‘I want to finish this outside, so all the nine will know who I chose as my own.’

Before she could reply, protest, or query, wings had sprung from his back, and his unyielding arms were wrapped around her as he ran and jumped from the balcony. They fell swiftly until he opened his wings to arrest there decent and glide serenely down in to the gardens beneath them.

Seren clung to him for dear life, she was surprised that the wind did not bite into her naked flesh; the heat from his body seemed to be shielding her from that discomfort. They landed on soft grass, the sent of lavender filling her senses. He stepped away from her to observe there surroundings and then look pensively towards the sky. Naked, his skin was a soft gold in the pale light, he glowed, like dawn itself. There was still something he was not telling her.

‘What’s wrong?’ she asked.

Martin looked back at her, she looked like something from a legend, a maiden fallen from the moon. He knelt before her, and ran a hand reverently over her belly. ‘You, you are my goddess, you who shall bare the nest line of emperors, you who saved us all, and will do so again, and again.’

‘I’m no goddess.’ She let out a tinkle of laughter, ‘that is blasphemous Martin Septim.’

He looked up at her, a wicked glint in his eyes, ‘To me you are!'

She scowled.

' You shall be, not tonight, not for many years, but you shall rule at my side once more, my queen, my victory.’

Before she could speak, he stood a finger to her parted lips. ‘Enough, this is not a discussion for tonight.’

His lips met hers with a renewed fierceness, and he lifted her off her feet to ley her down in the deep cool grass, taking a mere moment to settle above her before making his rightful clime over her body, once more pulling her legs over his shoulders once again, gaining deeper access to her body.

He had been gentle and tender, now he was a taking her with force, it was a masculine possessive challenge, demanding her submission, demonstrating to the stars and sky that she belonged to him alone. He pounded in to her, as hard as he dared; encouraged by her uncontrolled moans, the sweetest sound he had ever heard.

She moaned hopelessly undone, lost and found, falling from grace even as she ascended to the havens. His power now flooded through her like a raging river, he was her universe, yet she knew everything that could be, that would be, that was, yet she couldn’t hold on to any one image, it slipped through her mind like sand in an hourglass. Her mind was washed out in to the world, yet she was held together, and she realised it was he who was holding her together.

His lips crushed down upon hers as she climaxed, swallowing her screams, it rode on for an eternity. But her eyes fluttered open at his demand, the second they met with his he let out his own triumphant roar, a his own pounding ejaculation came, and he shouted her name to the heavens, the sign of the lovers twinkled brighter in the heavens overhead.

Seren felt his comforting weight press down upon her, she dimly realised that he had yet to pull out of her, he was whispering in her ear. ‘My love, you will bare a child, they will grow up strong, and I will watch over you. When they are born bring them in to the temple so that I might see them. I’m sorry that you must bare this on your own, but it is not my decision to make. Seren you are strong, stronger than I ever was, or could be, I know that you can carry Tamrial on your shoulders.’

As he pulled out of her exhaustion overwhelmed her, taking her in to a deep sleep just as dawn broke.

The god stood up, baring his precious bundle in his arms, the Prussian blue shadows, and dawns golden light on the dew shifted around him and formed clothes. Purposefully he walked back in to the imperial plaice, heading towards the council rooms.

The Councillors had all been alerted by the city guard that the avatar had disappeared overnight. The council room stirred in agitation like a nest of ants poked with a stick. All wondered what new calamity this might herald.

The heavy doors of the council chamber swung open, and on to its haloed halls stepped a familiar figure. Martin Septim, the illegitimate son of Urial Septim, the last of his line, the uncrowned emperor.

The man was dressed in cloth of the darkest blue, his armour dark also, still glinted as he moved, like the twinkling of dawns light on the horizon. A cloak swirled behind him, almost rigid, giving the impression of folded wings.

The din in the great hall immediately cased as the emperor descended the stairs. In his arms similarly draped in midnight blue as well as the palest of pinks, like the inside of a shell was the champion, her body limp and unconscious.

‘Nobel chancellors of Tamrial!’ Martin’s voice boomed and echoed in the hall. ‘I Martin Tiber Septim, Son of Urial Septim, Descendent of Tiber Septim, I who broke the amulet of kings and was ascended just as my ancestor was, I the dragon return now with a message.’

He paused and looked around at his raped and astounded audience. He then looked down at the woman in his arms, ‘This woman, our champion, who has saved us all even when we would turn our backs on her, from the moment she was discovered by my father in the dungeons she has loyally served my line. And now I ask one last grate service of her, it is to this end I ask your help.’

‘Last night I took this woman as my own, and within her my seed grows, she shall bare the next emperor, and until he is old enough to rule, I beseech that you will guard and protect her, she shall rule with your good council, this is my will, this is the gods will. So behold your new empress, the lady Seren Dawn-Star.’

Gently he placed the young woman down on the table at the end of the hall, like a sacrificial offering on an alter her mused.

‘What say you council men of Tamrial?’ He demanded red eyes flashing, his wings spreading slightly.

‘If the god’s will it.’ Ocato spoke softly. The rest of the council men nodded in agreement. Who would dare defy the gods after all?

‘Hail, Martin Septim, hail the avatar, all hail the empress!’ A chorus of cheers went around. The god seemed to approve, and nodded formally to the congregation.

He lent down to his love, his finger tips brushing over her cheeks, a secret smile played in the corner of his lips before he placed a gentle kiss upon her parted lips. ‘I take my leave now.’

Her eye lids fluttered but she did not awaken, ‘fare well my love.’ He whispered. And with that he strode from the hall, and the building followed by a number of officials. Once in the open air he turned back in to his dragon form, soaring briefly around the city, trumpeting a morning wake up to the city before returning to the temple, though this time rather than a dragon rampant he stood like a proud war stallion, his head coked slightly to regard his following.

The excitement in the council chamber was a living thing; there was relief, a new emperor, a new hope. And that hope was lying unconscious on the council room chamber sleeping as innocently as a child. Servants were sent to carry her to the imperial suite, and a new day had begun in terminal.