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It was dark.

There was no pain, or agony, or noise, or light, or movement, or cold, or heat. There was only an all-encompassing darkness. Alduin was aware of it, and only it, only of the oblivion that surrounded and enveloped.

How Alduin welcomed the pain that suddenly ripped through his great body, because pain meant life. The agony that shot through him in steady waves meant he was alive once more; the agony was something breaking the monotony of the silent dark. A fiery breath tore through his reforming lungs and caused him pain he did not know his body could tolerate. Just as quickly, a fierce shiver ran through him. But through it all, his lips were turned into a smile, because once more, he was alive.

He was in no rush to get up. Even after his body had stitched itself back together and he was, truly, alive, he saw no sense in rushing to his feet and looking out at whatever hellish dimension he now inhabited. But eventually, out of boredom, he did strain his long neck and look about. As far as his eyes could see, there were golden sands, baking in the bright sun that hung over head. The warmth of the sun was actually quite pleasant. He rolled over, sunning his underside and simply enjoying the simple pleasures of life. He had died, he had gotten better, and now his only concern was putting the memories of death far behind him, and also pondering what vengeance he would bring down upon those who had killed him.

He began to walk in some random direction. All the ways looked the same: rolling hills of nothing as far as the eye could see. The only logical thing to do was walk until he found something to kill and eat, and then continue on until he found something else to kill and eat. His belly was empty, of course, and he liked his lips. If there was one good thing about dying and coming back, it was that his body almost "reset." The blood of his victims tasted as warm and sweet as it had the first time he had killed something ever.

He walked a long time, although he was not sure how long, as the sun did not seem to be moving in the sky. It was always above him, which he enjoyed given the pleasant warmth on his back, and aside from the rumbling in his stomach, it was all and all a nice walk.

At least until he saw a blot on the white sky. At first, he licked his lips. He assumed it was some winged morsel that would sate his deep hunger, and he was already preparing a Shout to stun the creature, giving him ample time to devour it, soul and all. His excitement began to falter as the creature came closer and closer, and its sheer girth became more and more apparent. Even before Alduin recognized the approaching party as a flock of dragons, he felt his excitement die down, replaced by weariness and, eventually a pang of fear that few creatures could cause in his soul.

Under normal conditions, Alduin believed he could slay Paarthunaax without much of a problem. Paarthunaax was old and strong, older than Alduin in fact because of the oddities of time travel, but Alduin had the killer instinct and the burning desire to taste Paarthunaax's sweet flesh in his teeth. Trickery and allegiances, that's how Paarthunaax had defeated him in the past, that was all he could do, while Alduin could raze country sides and bring kingdoms to ruin. But Alduin was weakened from his rebirth, and to fight Paarthunaax now would be like an infant fighting a giant.

Paarthunaax touched down mere meters from Alduin. Behind him, about a dozen more dragons landed, one by one, all staring at Alduin, some with anger and rage, others with the same awe they had felt their entire lives when they looked upon him. Alduin smiled at that. Yes, Paarthunaax may have managed to gain control of the dragons while he was incapacitated, but Alduin still held their awe. Head held high, Alduin stared at his brother.

"Ah, the great and powerful Alduin," Paarthunaax said. "I was wondering when you would come back to life."

"Paarthunaax, have you been taking care of my minions during my absence. How thoughtful of you. For that, your death will be quick and merciful. Minions, kill him. Rend his bones and remove his head, but leave his heart for my teeth."

Alduin looked to the dragons who had accompanied Paarthunaax here. None dared to meet his gaze. Not even Odahviing, who Alduin had recognized flying towards him before even his own brother.

"They are not your minions anymore," Paarthunaax said. "They are my followers. I have been teaching them, helping them to overcome their brute instincts and violent natures."

"Pacifism," Alduin spat, as if saying a curse. "You have removed their teeth! You all, look at you! No longer dragons, you are merely toothless worms!"

"And what are you?" Paarthunaax asked, with a grin on his lips. "A child who dares to speak to his betters in such a manner, I believe you need to be taught a lesson."

Alduin assumed a combat stance, legs spread, neck tensed and recoiled, ready to snap. "I am Alduin, Eater of Worlds, the God of Destruction, the Devourer of Souls! Why should they follow you and surrender their teeth, when I am reborn? What are you compared to I?!"

Paarthunaax's response came in the form of a Shout, that knocked Alduin's form far across the desert sands. "You are nothing," Paarthunaax said, as he casually trotted towards the stunned dragon.

Pain meant he was alive, and by how much agony was rippling through Alduin's body, he was very much alive. He pushed himself up, slowly, carefully, but felt a heavy weight settle on his chest and keep him pinned. Weaving his long neck up, he looked up at Paarthunaax, who looked down at him. "I could kill you," Paarthunaax said calmly. "I could crush your skull or tear out your heart, and then I could devour your soul so you would never return to any plane again. But I am trying to teach my young charges there is a better way, so I will give you an opportunity: bow and no harm will come to you. Resist, and I will make you beg me to finish you off."

Alduin's eyes were bright and focused. His jaws glowed slightly, but Paarthunaax placed a foot on his skull, pushing it firmly into the ground, and refused to let him up until he closed his mouth. When Alduin was finally free, he lifted his and once more stared. "I will never bow to you, Paarthunaax. You should kill me, and devour my soul to assure never shall I seek my justified revenge!"

Paarthunaax's large paw once more found Alduin's head, and he took the time to press his head into the ground. "Perhaps with time," Paarthunaax said, "Perhaps with time, your death will come. But your soul shall remain unharmed, so you may return to the realm of the living, perhaps with a sense of humility at last instilled into your arrogant breast." Paarthunaax's paw lifted, and Alduin snapped his jaw, hoping to catch his ankle. But Paarthunaax was prepared, and instead stuffed his paw into Alduin's open mouth.

For a moment, Alduin lay there, utterly stunned, as he felt Paarthunaax's toes wiggle inside his maw. He attempted to bite down, but with how full his mouth was, he could not achieve the leverage and he was forced to simply endure as he felt Paarthunaax's toes squirm. By the pleasured chuckles emerging from Paarthunaax, perhaps he enjoyed the odd tickling of the tongue on his sensitive foot. At last he pulled his leg back, and Alduin turned his head to the side, spitting noisily.

Paarthunaax adjusted himself, and came to sit on Alduin's chest. The weight was severe, but Alduin bit back whatever gasps sought to escape him, and settled for simply glaring at Paarthunaax. Paarthunaax examined his forepaw, drool slowly drying on it. He wiggled and spread his toes, curious about the flecks of drool that connected the two toes, before they were spread too wide and the drool string snapped. "Lick my paw," he ordered, placing his foot down upon Alduin's face. Alduin's response was to bite the toe, which earned an angry glare from the stronger dragon. He placed his paw on the side of Alduin's head, in an angle Alduin could not bite him, and then applied his weight. Alduin's cheek came to embrace the warm sands, his other cheek smothered beneath the slight damp pad of Paarthunaax. For a moment they remained like that, until Paarthunaax began to apply more and more pressure, pushing the skull harder and harder into yielding sands, until the sands were so tightly compressed they could yield no further. And still the paw came down, slowly, gradually, but harder and harder. A dragon's skull was immensely thick, but the weight that was being pushed down was slowly forcing the bone yield in a vain attempt at compensating. Thoughts of that awful oblivion he had just escaped sped through Alduin's mind. His eyes swiveled up, and he gazed between Paarthunaax's large toes, seeing the stern glare of the stronger dragon, as he applied a smidgeon more weight. Alduin's eyes went bloodshot from the crushing embrace. He was sure that just one more ounce of pressure would be enough to kill him, and the fear of that oblivion overrode any sense of pride or dignity. Quickly he released his tongue from his mouth, and gave the nearest toe a gentle lick.

The pressure eased off his skull immediately, and Alduin gave a relieved sigh. His heart was pounding. His mind was racing. The raw terror of returning to that place of darkness crept into his spine and threatened to never leave him again.

"Lick," Paarthunaax said again.

It was not fear of Paarthunaax, Alduin tried to tell himself. It was not fear of Paarthunaax, but fear of oblivion that forced his tongue between his lips. It wasn't even oblivion that scared him. He would welcome black and silence if he were not aware of it. What terrified him so completely was that dark place, without noise or movement or warmth or cold, and being completely aware of the senses he was deprived of.

Paarthunaax lifted his foot, it now hovering over Alduin's snout, and with fearful vigor Alduin got to work. He eased his head up and gave the foot a gentle sniff. It smelled like Paarthunaax of course. He did not like that smell, but then he did not like Paarthunaax. He sniffed it gently, until one of the toes tapped his muzzle, and he got to work. Softly he licked over the foot, tentatively, frightened that it might come down with its crushing weight once more. Aside from a couple wiggles of the toes, however, it did not move.

It could have been worse, Alduin decided. At the very least, Paarthunaax's feet were somewhat cute and attractive. The entire weight of a dragon was generally resting on a trio of toes on each foot. All Alduin could see were three very long claws over his face, and the three bulbous toes of Paarthunaax's paw resting on his muzzle. The toes wiggled again and again, clearly Paarthunaax enjoyed as the tongue between his toes quite a bit.

He was given a reprieve when Paarthunaax foot at last lifted off his face, only for the other forepaw to come down upon him. He yelped pitifully as it descended, but it stopped short of crushing his skull and just hovered there, and once more he got to work. His tongue carefully traced the lines of the foot, moving over the ridges of the ball, and then tracing around the outer rim. Paarthunaax's paws were almost delightfully squishy, and he found an odd sense of amusement in pressing his muzzle into them and using his scaly lips to make them yield. His tongue slipped forward and wrapped around the left toe. Alduin gently squeezed it, before dragging his tongue back, keeping the pressure up though so Paarthunaax could enjoy the friction of the bumpy tongue, covered in drool, brushing between his toes. He did the same gesture with the right toe, and then the middle, which was the largest, taking the time to nibble and smooch it as well.

Alduin wasn't sure if he was pleased or disappointed when Paarthunaax at last lifted his paw, and placed it down on the other side of Alduin's head. Alduin found himself right between the two toned, powerful legs of the great dragon, the curve of his crotch now eclipsing his view up.

Alduin thought to escape somehow. Fight or fly away or run as fast as he could, but before he could do anything, the great and powerful legs at either side of his head began to squat. The muscles that ran through the legs, as strong as iron, tensed as Paarthunaax carefully lowered himself down. If his full weight fell upon Alduin's head, Alduin would be crushed, but that was not Paarthunaax's goal. He simply wanted the weight of his crotch to settle on Alduin. He even bent forward and rested his forewings on the ground so that he wouldn't crush poor Alduin's head beneath him. Despite the comparatively merciful treatment, however, it was far from pleasant for dragon who had once been fancied himself the progenitor of the species. The weight on his skull was as intense as when Paarthunaax had stepped on him. He could feel his skull bend and whine, the vessels in his eyes pop under the pressure. Just to alleviate the pain, he slipped his tongue out and ran it over Paarthunaax's groin, desperate to do something that might provide him a touch of mercy.

He knew what Paarthunaax wanted. Paarthunaax's desire was to so completely dominate Alduin, that there could be no doubt about his superiority. If Alduin's licks ever falter, Paarthunaax simply rolled his crotch up and threatened to cave Alduin's skull beneath him until Alduin's affection returned.

The great legs tensed, and Paarthunaax slowly rose to a roughly squatting position. Immediately, Alduin lifted his muzzle and carefully slipped out his tongue. He brushed it over the lips of the sheath. He used the tip of his tongue to move inside the warm slit, and then resumed brushing over the entire groin. Alduin held back his disgust as a musky odor radiated from Paarthunaax's groin. Peeking out of the sheath's lips was the pink head of Paarthunaax's erection, growing engorged at the pleasant tickle. Alduin did not have to be told to lick around the engorged shaft, he did it without thinking. It was disgusting and revolting and yet, some part of him actually enjoyed the taste. As it grew larger, coil his tongue around it as it grew larger and larger.

At last, Paarthunaax backed away. Alduin lay there, trying to ignore the laughter of the other dragons and his own shame at what had just happened. He had to do it, he decided. He didn't have a choice, he kept telling himself, although by now, the dark silence of the void seemed preferable to the snickers and laughter of the dragons he used to dominate.

Alduin lifted his head, wondering if he was finally free of the humiliation, only to see Paarthunaax had settled between Alduin's legs. The mammoth pride of the great dragon jutted forward from between his legs, and when Paarthunaax lowered down, the erection suddenly touched the underside of Alduin's outstretched tail. Following the tail like a path, Paarthunaax carefully moved forward, until his erection was resting just before Alduin's puckered anus, his intensions suddenly shatteringly clear. "N-no..." Alduin whimpered. "Please... no... Anything but that."

But his pleas fell on deaf ears, as Paarthunaax took another step, his erection's dribbling head now pressing right against Alduin's anus. Alduin's breath choked in his throat as he felt a spurt of wetness hit against his puckered hole, lubricating his tightly clenched anus enough that, with a sudden thrust, Paarthunaax's eager erection was able to slide inside.

Alduin's body went tense, the horror of what he was feeling washing over him like a drowning flood. He felt Paarthunaax's great shaft pushing into him: the spurts of cream lubricating the tight tunnel and allowing the fleshy shaft behind them to push deeper and deeper. Whimpers and whines escaped Alduin, tears streamed down the proud dragon's face as Paarthunaax's hips began to push. They rocked back and forth, spreading his wildly clenching anal walls with the brute force of his humps. Alduin's body was so fresh, like a newborn's, and so the surges of pain that rippled through him as he was raped by the stronger dragon were that much more intense on his virgin senses. He fought when he could, he snapped and bit, trying to get a jawful of Paarthunaax's throat, but Paarthunaax ignored whatever resistance was mounted. It seemed he did not even notice the horror that Alduin was going through, as if Alduin was simply a toy for his pleasure. Paarthunaax continued to sodomize his old adversary, humping deep into the soon whimpering mass.

Paarthunaax would not admit such, but he enjoyed this on a level he was not proud of. The clenches of Alduin's tight anus on his meaty erection felt quite good, but what he truly adored was the pain he inflicted upon his "little" brother. It had taken Paarthunaax a millennium to overcome his instincts and his temper, to lock his baser desires deep within his mind and never let them out. But could never exorcize his urges, not quite. They lived within the back of his mind, clawing and screaming and breaking him down, and now in a great flood they had returned. His body tightened as he felt his lust hit peak. He danced on the edge of buildup and release for a glorious few moments, before his seed tore through the lesser dragon before him all at once. Ripples of pleasure for Paarthunaax was raging agony for Alduin, whose head simply fell and he lay there, jaw clenched, eyes screwed shut but trickles of tears dripping out of the cracks.

Lust at last sated, Paarthunaax looked down at the broken dragon before him, and then to his fellow dragons, who looked upon Paarthunaax with a mix of awe and unbridled terror. He pulled his erection out of the tight anus. White seed spilled out of the cavern and onto the ground as Alduin just lay there, soft whimpers the only sign he was still alive. Paarthunaax was not sure what to say to his minions or to his brother, and settled for flapping his wings and heading off, whatever point he had set out to make clearly made.

As their leader departed with his head held high, the other dragons lifted off to follow him, leaving the broken one to his own devices. All the dragons left, one by one, save Odahviing, who found himself lingering for reasons he was not sure. When the Dovahkiin had shown his strength, Odahviing had betrayed his leader and lord and left Alduin to fate's hands. Now Alduin lie here, broken and battered, tears running down his face, and a sense of shame touched Odahviing's heart. This was his fault. He had promised to follow Alduin to the end of time, but had betrayed his word, and now... all of this had happened to the dragon he loved... He approached his former leader, steps hesitant, and when close enough, gave Alduin a gentle nudge with his snout.

Alduin picked himself up slowly. Tears dripped down his eyes, and yet the rage and hatred that filled his heart was as clear as the sun. Odahviing took a step back, feeling nervous, deciding he should leave. Alduin took a deep, deep breath, and released a Shout the likes of which Odahviing had never fathomed. The force that struck him was like none he had ever felt, stronger than the Dovahkiin could even muster, and even after the Shout's echo had faded, Odahviing found himself laying on his back, utterly stunned.

"You traitorous worm," Alduin snarled. "You were my right hand. You were my trusted lieutenant, and in return you sold me to my enemies and sent me to the Void!"

"Alduin, I'm sorry!" Odahviing whimpered, attempting to crawl back, but one of Alduin's feet stomped upon his tail, keeping him from moving.

"You will be sorry, Odahviing, for I shall show you a terror like you have never fathomed."

Alduin looked over the long, lean body of his lieutenant, a plan forming quickly. The hunger, deep in the pit of his stomach, had not faded in all this time. In fact, it was now worse than it had been when he had first reformed, and without another moment's hesitation, he lifted his foot from Odahviing's tail and dipped his head down. He quickly nipped and nibbled over the tip of Odahviing's tail, the taste delighting him and making him salivate. Wrapping his tongue around the tail tip, he carefully slurped it up, and closed his lips, teeth hooking into the scales.

Odahviing stared, baffled by what was happening, as Alduin spent several moments simply nibbling and tasting the tail that presently occupied his mouth. Without warning though, he slurped, and brought the tail several feet inside his mouth all at once. "A-alduin..." Odahviing said, swallowing. "Alduin, stop."

Alduin's eyes swiveled up and examined Odahviing for a time. Perhaps he was contemplating if he would go through with this, and cannibalize he who had at one time been his only true friend. Or perhaps he was wondering if his body, weakened as it was, could hold the girth of a fellow dragon inside without tearing open. Or perhaps he just wanted to savor that single moment when his victim understood was what happening. Alduin had devoured many beings in his ancient life. There was a moment of realization when his victim understood just that: that he was a victim. And then, perhaps halfway through the devouring process, whatever hope the victim might have had shattered like strained glass, and the flavor of their fear came out in full.

Whatever thoughts transpired in Alduin's mind, his response to Odahviing's plea came in the form of a sudden slurp that left almost half of Odahviing's tail inside his maw and running down his throat. Bracing himself, Alduin stretched his neck as far as it would go, flexing the muscles in his throat to drag Odahviing deeper, before he closed his mouth, and his jaws were suddenly resting on the base of the tail. He gulped and gulped, assuring that Odahviing's tail ran straight down his throat and he wouldn't choke during the next stage.

Odahviing kicked suddenly, attempting to knock Alduin in the snout so he might free his tail. Alduin took the kick without even flinching. Horrified, Odahviing kicked again, but this time, reaching forward, Alduin caught hold of the foot with his tongue, and opening his mouth disturbingly wide, pulled the foot inside. Odahviing tried kicking with his other foot, only for the same process to occur, and both feet joined his tail in the tight cavern of the throat, Odahviing could do little more than stare in horror as Alduin braced his neck. He tried to kick and fight, but despite his weakened state, Alduin was still powerful. Or perhaps the Shout had shaken Odahviing up more than he had realized. No matter the reason, no matter how hard he kicked and fought and struggled, pushing against the large snout, the teeth that lined Alduin's maw sunk into his scales and kept him anchored. It never occurred to, though, that Alduin was simply waiting. Pragmatically, he was waiting for his prey to tire himself out. However, on a deeper level, Alduin simply savored the fear that was apparent on Odahviing's face. When Odahviing's fitful squirms began to weaken, if only a moment, Alduin opened his maw wide...so, so wide he could probably devour Odahviing in one gulp if he desired. He stretched his neck forward and closed his mouth quickly, his teeth sinking into the narrow abdomen of Odahviing.

"H-help! HELP! Paarthunaax, help me! He's... oh no, please... please... please..."

Halfway done with his meal, Alduin took a moment to just savor this. This was the breaking point that he so enjoyed: when his prey finally understood that there was no escape. When their little game started, there was hope; there was even denial that this simply could not be happening. But now there was only the raw terror. Odahviing tasted delicious, as well, and Alduin found himself wondering, why had he waited this long to sample one of his brethren?

Alduin snapped out his thoughts, and once looked forward at Odahviing. With a slight smile, he opened his jaws wide. How close Odahviing was to him, the dragon was treated to a very intimate sight of his former master's maw. Every ridge that lined the roof of his mouth; every tooth, dripping with drool; and far back in the mouth, the darkened abyss of the throat that was now keeping Odahviing's tail, legs, and most of his lower body housed. Alduin's mouth was open for all of three seconds, and soon closed, the teeth now hooking into Odahviing's pectorals and under his wings.

Odahviing found his feet had the room to kick about, and he did just that. His toes wiggled and his ankles twisted, hoping to hook onto something, only to realize with no reservation of horror, that his feet had entered the hollow sack of Alduin's stomach. Completely void of anything, it was a dark abyss and his present destination. Odahviing braced his wings on Alduin's mouth, and with all his strength pushed, but the teeth remained hooked inside his scales and flesh, and he simply did not budge.

"Alduin," Odahviing said, voice shaking. "P-please... I... I beg of you... not this. I served you well... And I will serve you again... Please... anything but this."

A long breath blew out of Alduin's snout, blowing over Odahviing's face. His jaws opened slowly, and for a blessed moment, Odahviing actually believed he may have incurred a sense of mercy within his lord. At least until he felt Alduin's tongue rolled out of his mouth and gently slither over his back. The tongue was warm and wet and sent shivers of revulsion through Odahviing's quivering body. It coiled around him like a great snake, around his under arm and then his neck, and he felt himself drawn into the cavernous mouth, yawning wide before him. The muscles of the throat squeezed him tight, flexing and working him deeper and deeper, several meters at a time. His hands, above his head, grasped at air in a vain attempt at finding something that might save him from the fate of ending up a meal, but there was nothing. When his claws did manage to find the ground, the sands sifted through his fingers.

He felt the mouth close, the teeth now pressing into his long neck. He gave a choked whimper, as Alduin prepared himself. Alduin actually reared up in fact, using the strength that was quickly returning to him to lift the nearly devoured dragon up as well, and with the aid of gravity, allowed Odahviing to slide the rest of the way, down the long stretch of throat and into the hollow sack of Alduin's stomach, the first meal he had had in this new body.

To feel full again, the rich, content full that one gets from a great meal... Alduin carefully rolled onto his back, feeling his plumped stomach shift, and the dragon now trapped inside tumble over himself. It made Alduin laugh, his belly rolling, most likely terrifying his guest. "Oh relax," Alduin said. "Paarthunaax will not allow me to finish you. I'm sure he is already on his way back here to see what is taking you so long. He will see my crime and strike my stomach until you are freed, but for now, you are mine." He rubbed his swollen gut tenderly, sighing. "Remember what you feel now, Odahviing, and think of this day the next time you carry betrayal in your heart. This punishment is merciful compared to the dark abyss I could have sent you, had I crunched your skull in my jaws or torn out your heart. No matter the fear you feel now, it is nothing compared to the darkness I have seen, and I will never, ever go back..."