I wrote this early in the morning when I was high and this is the second time I had to rewrite it due to it not being saved. Hopefully you'll like it as much as I did. I'm going to add more periodically and try and recover and post what was deleted/lost.

It is the 4th Era 321, in the Imperial Palace of the Yokudan Empire in Sentinel, Hammerfell there sits the wizened king Divaad ibn Zayaad As'sur the holy, former emperor of the Yokudan empire and the founder of said empire, in the palace library giving a lecture to his students, grandchildren, great grandchildren, and the children of noble vassals. In this private lecture held in the grand library, Divaad is instructing his pupils on the processes of ruling a kingdom when the more learned of his grandsons, Taf asks him of him an important question.........

"Grandfather", Taf asks, "How did you rise to power exactly?" "What were your steps in your journey that lead you to becoming king of our great nation?" "Tell us of how you became the Dragonborn, grandfather." "Tell us all your story, as we are want to know!" Divaad responded only with a slight chuckle, jiggling his old almost leathery skin ever so slightly, "My dear boy, for me to tell that story all of you good folk would have to extend the lecture at least a fortnight, as mine is a tale of romance, revenge, tragedy, power, and adventure!" Divaad said as he strode around towards his grandson placing a hand on his head ruffling his hair, "With all that being said my boy, where do you think you got this curly blonde hair, these somewhat pointy ears, and those elven features from, hmm?" Immediately following this statement, a noticeable commotion of laughter, and merriment erupted from the attendees, effectively embarrassing the young lad in front of his friends and kin. "If you lot wish to know my story, you would possibly want to cast a spell to keep you from sleeping as this tale is a long one." "How many of you want to hear my story?" Numerous ayes,yeses, and raised hands emerged from the attendees, not a one opting out of hearing this old man's fine tale. "Aye then, don't say this old bakan ("coot" in Yoku) didn't warn you youngsters!" While making his way back to the lecture seat, a grand craved wooden seat above the sunken lecturing floor the old man stroked his beard and mumbled somewhat softly, "Hmm where to begin....." As he sat down the old man Divaad remembered a good place to start is always at the beginning (no shit). "You lot most definitely would not like to hear the true beginning, as listening to a birth can be a painful process" he said wit a laugh, "I shall start with my 18th birthday......yes the 26th of First Seed, The Festival of Blades". It was a hot day that day in Hegathe on the 26th of First Seed, 198..........

Tirdas, 26th of First Seed 198 4E

The gods seem to despise me.....I only seem to encounter conflict in my life, from the moment I could talk I have always gotten into trouble. Nightmares, brawls, jilted lovers, you name it I have been in it and it's not like I seek out this nonsense. Tu'wachaa knows I would be with him, the ancestors and Ruptga on the Far Shores by now if it weren't for my family and my quick wit getting me out of trouble. Among the list if issues I encounter non are worse than the nightmares. The bleeding nightmares are the reason why I drink so much, and probably get into all the trouble I do. They started when I was fifteen and the same damn dream keeps happening over and over and over again. I begin to close my eyes, and I appear on a cold, covered mountaintop. Howling winds, and what the foreign professors call "snow" batters and bites my poorly dressed body as I look around to figure out what in Oblivion is going on. It's the highest mountain around it seems and from atop it I can gaze at a vast "snow" and "ice" covered wilderness of some sort of tree and foliage. I stumble around for a bit, knee and sometime waist deep in this snow stuff only to stop at a peculiar wall made of some old weathered stone. The rock is obviously man made and is carved in a way as to invoke awe as all I see are intricate jagged edges with twists and turns shaping in into a large half moon shape, as if it is almost corralling you into it to read the script that is on it. The script and design are a far cry form Yoku handiwork but in their own way they have a marvelous primal quality to them. The writing carved into the rock almost look like big claw marks and seem to be arcane in nature similar to that of what those foul necromancers use to conjure those even more disgusting  and vile deadraic daemons. This script however is different as whenever I read it I feel like I can almost innerstand what it means, it calls to me, in my soul and mind for some reason and I hear faint whispers saying some unrecognizable language. Way to harsh and primal to be Yoku, and not evil enough to be deadric, it just feels....powerful. When i begin to feel this sensation however, I feel another even more powerful sensation wash over me, dread. The intense dread I feel from this part of my dream is enough to kill a man all by itself, this is the source of my inability to sleep. I hear a loud, and terrifying bloodcurdling roar followed by the beating of huge wings behind me. And every time I turn around I feel the presence of a great, hungry malicious force generating shock waves through the snow as it lands behind me. The blasted snow flying in, my face blinding me is the last reaming bit of respite I have against this beast and I have come to cherish every moment of it over time. As my final piece of solace is wiped away I see it, and enormous black mass of scales and horns stands before me appearing to be the size of three bull elephants.It's massive black wings, tail and head add to the bulkiness of its pitch black horned and scaly body. His claws on his feet and wings are about the size of bulky spears, with teeth as wide as cannon balls. The creatures teeth are still visible in the "blizzard" I think they call it (probably similar to the sandstorms we get down in Hegathe and the Alik'r) make way for a glowing red maw and enormous venomous looking tongue. I feel almost as if the creature takes pleasure in killing a young man due to heart failure, as I watch it wickedly grins at me. This hulking black creature ( I assume to be a "dragon", an extinct beast of legend my teacher master wizard Deuphons Mirane told me about), darker than my grandfathers prized stallion, looks at me with its enormous and numerous horns/spines, its evil red, orange and black fiery eyes staring into my very soul. Morwha comfort me this shite is scary, and every time I feel like I am about to die only thinking to myself "Why Gods, why me!" " Why do you seek to punish me with these vivid nightmares so!" "Dose Vaermina, that foul monster haunt me?!" The beast seems to once again, sense this and laughs in its booming voice, speaking whatever foul language it speaks not quite unlike that of the whispers i hear in my head when reading the script wall.  The beast speaks to me in it's tongue but for some reason I can hear it in my soul as Yoku, "I know your kind mortal" the creature says, "You and your kind think you can evade me, the great devourer?!" "You, a puny child would hope to stand against me?!" "First born of the Dov?!"  "Your arrogance is laughable......speak pretender let me hear your voice!" Of course the only thing I can do is stare at it racked with fear, hoping to not be eaten while still maintaining dignity as a proud redgaurd man. This however can seemingly be sensed by the creature and it laughs again as it rears into its hind legs, in a sitting position, craning its neck to look at me. "I almost feel pity for you, child" "The Gods have seen fit to elect am ignorant child as their champion" the beast says with joyous glee. "You are not worthy to hold the title of Dovahkiin......you are but an insect, a vessel of flesh to be discarded." I somehow muster up the courage to respond to the waiting fiend replying with, "What in Oblivion do you want foul monster?!" "I don't even understand your language, I have never seen you in my life, and I don't know what a Dov is!" "Why do you torment me monster?!" I only elicit another hearty laugh from what I assume is a male "dov" (whatever that means)

seeing as no member of the fairer sex would have such foul breath and such a menacing appearance. But then again orcish and argonian women are renown for this so I could be in error on my assessment. The creature then saying a phrase in its language the loudest I have ever heard any noise and I smell smoke and fire as the beasts throat erupts with raw red and blue flames, that both sear and chill me to the bone like the desert at both the days and nights. After being blasted with such a ferocious fire I awake to feeling an intense pain in my chest, shortness of breath to the point of gasping and pools of what I hope are sweat on my bed. This time was different however, bedsides all the usual symptoms of intense dread was the even more frightening unusual feeling of a slender hand coming up my back towards my chest. I look in horror to see an unfamiliar face, "Is the dream affecting me in the waking world?" "Am I still dreaming?" "Hey there lover boy, did the big baby milk drinker have a wittle nightmare?" the stranger in my bed said in a mocking tone. "Did my big, strong man have a bad dream?" As my sense began to clear I saw this person for who they were, beside me was a naked Colovian something or other androgynous person around my age looking back up at me. The persons hair was short, the straight blonde strands cut in a way where the sides were shaved off and a whiff of hair on top of the head was slicked back towards the spine. They had beautiful green eyes with somewhat olive colored skin unlike most Colovians, with a small button nose and soft dainty features with slightly thick lips and a pout to compliment the rest. Their skin was soft and lightly wet, probably due to my excessive sweating, and they had no visible marks on their face. As I stared examining this stranger in my bedchambers with my quizzical expressions they responded to my looking over with an equally curious look on their face, "I'm guessing you don't remember me" the individual said in their soft, lithe voice, "Don't you remember your old classmates Div?" It was then when I remembered, the sense of dread returning to me but for an entirely different reason; in my drunken stupor I had slept with Vernius Canetllion, my former classmate. I had committed a cardinal offense to my culture, being a crown I am not allowed to canoodle with foreigners let alone Imperials, but what was even worse was the fact that I had slept with a male. If anyone found out about this my life would be over, I would bring shame to my family, I could possibly be disowned, or even worse I could have both happen and be labeled an infidel heathen man lover, leaving me with nothing. The only women that would even talk to me whether they be crown or forebear would be harlots and street women, either them or a foreigner. I would have no hope of staying in the civilized parts of my beloved country, Oblivion even the Ash'abah wouldn't take me in as I would be ten'ka (a heretic, unclean, infidel, an exceptional pariah, male defiler, or any other outcast low cast cretin just like a common bandit). By the Gods what have I done?! During the meltdown of my sanity, Vernius took that as an opportunity to comfort me, sitting up and leaning in to kiss me on the cheek. I cannot lie it felt enjoyable to feel his soft lips on my cheek, I felt that all to familiar stirring within my loins that I usually get with a buxom wench. My rod of life was activating and this worried me even more;in no short time though, Vernius noticed this and a wicked smile grew on his face. "I see someone remembers me" he says brushing lightly upon my ever growing sheet tent. I was almost fully erect standing at about 11 inches in imperial measurements (the yoku average length and width is 12 inches long 3 inches wide for maximum reproduction) and he noticed it licking his lips in the most seductive way a girly man can. He gave my grapefruit sized packed balls a squeeze and began to kneed them around while simultaneously pulling back the covers. Letting my naturally curved sword go free (most yoku men have curved genitals, where do you think we get our swords shapes from?) it stood at its full glory 12 and a half inches of dark brown Morwha blessed yoku meat. It sprung free like a baby monkey out of its mothers arms, and hit Vernius in the face as he was leaning down to "attend to my problem". I could do not but gasped as I moaned and thought of the depravity of this act,  "Wow, that never gets old" "It's a fine day with you around isn't it Div?" he says with a slightly muffled voice as he take my shaft slowly into his hot mouth. I place my hands on his head gripping what little hair he has on the top of his head encouraging him to take more of me in his mouth. His slurping sound became louder and more vigorous as his tongue and mouth made way and caressed my shaft, all the way down to the base no less, Vernius letting out a gag after taking my polished sword out of his mouth only to go back to sucking it again. All the while my moans are increasing as I feel the pressure in my loins rising, balls flexing, shaft growing stiffer and somewhat longer and more forceful hand guiding one my part. We continue to go at this for a few more minutes as finally I feel the sensation arise in me to release, looking into his hungry and waiting eyes I release my seed down his throat in a loud moan. Streams and torrents of cum go down his throat as he looks appreciatively gulping it down almost as fast as it comes. I finally stop cumming after about 10 blasts of cum paint his oral orifice, and I hear one final slow gulp as he swallows the last of my seed into his gullet. He sighs his contented response, "Div remind me to put a teleport and recall spell in your bedroom whenever I'm horny, because you satisfy me like no other." "Once you go without a redguard life gets way to hard....kinda like your penis still is" he says with a mischievous giggle. "I got what I need lover boy, you'll have to deal what that one on your own" he says as he get up, me just glancing at him get out of bed and leave, me in a panting state. While trying to gather myself I notice something quite peculiar and quite odd, Vernius has a slight bugle in his belly and I also notice copious amounts of seed dripping like a river from his winking anus. "Did I come that much Vern?" "Hmm?" he says looking back on his way sashaying to the bathroom wide hips sawing back and forth (redguards have bathrooms in public places and private estates due to the plumbing/sewer systems, and architecture knowledge/technology they brought from Yokuda couple with the technology and cities the dwemer and other elves left behind that they reverse engineering and added to their own culture especially for the forebears) leaking heavy amounts of seminal fluid from his anus, jiggling bubble butt glistening with somewhat wet cum and sweat, "Yeah you gave me one tough pounding babe" he says blowing a kiss. I sit there with my face flustered, "It looks like he's pregnant, I hope he's not like those rogue alteration mages up in Tulune I heard about." "They're up in their fortress brewing up all kind of potions and crafting spells to change the way the Gods intended for the world to work, making spell to turn men into women, men and women into being able to sire and bear children, men being able to get pregnant anally or testically, all types of deviant insane shit." " I hope that's not the case, I shudder to think what could happen if it was" I say to myself as  I get up, rock hard saliva slick dick and all, to go to the mirror and freshen up.  I look in the full body mirror and take a second to admire myself, "Man I'm sexy, I got a head full of hair, a big dick with heavy balls, handsome face, chiseled physique and I'm only 18 life can't get any better....." "Wait, today is the Festival of Blades......today is my birthday" I say to myself, "Fuck that shit, my family is going to have their annual party and everyone will be there, I gotta get him out of here without anybody seeing." I launch myself to the window and look around from my tower room, the courtyard is clear, nobody is arriving yet, good I still have time. I race back over and look in the mirror one last time before I get in the shower, I see my lean muscular frame practically dripping with sweat on this hot day, it looks like a grew a little too now it seems I'm about 6 feet 3 inches in Imperial terms. I seem to have grown a bit of a mustache as well, the pencil thin hair arching over my pronounced typical yoku lips. I see that my hair is a mess one half of my afro is pressed down from my usual globular shape, but at least my fade around my ears is all in order. I do have to hit the training arena more if I ever hope to beat my older brothers and sisters in terms of weight though so I guess that didn't change with sleep. "Why is my nose scratched?" I say as I look at my typical yoku face features of extreme masculinity. My skin glowing with youth, my blood and yoku hama (the stuff that makes the yoku their skin color) is strong too, thank the Gods, that means I can still get these young debutantes in my bed instead of ole girly man over there. "What was that Div?" I hear from behind a curtain muffled under running water, "Nothing, just take your bathing seriously and hurry up." "You know Div, you can always join me in here" Vern says in a soft and seductive voice. Actually that's not a bad idea.......

End of chapter 1 part 1a

Next part coming soon, as soon as I get some more drank and kush.

Ducturlove