[SKYRIM]: The Name of Time - Miraak & Female Dragonborn Fanfiction - Chapter 38: Chapter 38

Ammra had been showing how she react to mild jealousy, medium jealousy. So in this part, she will have to deal with high jealousy.
Warning: This part is slightly mature.
So far, no sign of bandits or any threat. As soon as the party set a camp, Ammra took some moment to be alone. The younger Dragonborn was contemplating her anger for Haelga but still couldn't figure out the reason why it happened. That time she overheard the guards chattering.
"Did you see the woman who talked with the thane? Don't you think she was quite...different?" Ammra instantly became anxious if the guards found out about her vampire friend.
"Do you mean her body? Yes, with that tight breasts and tantalizing cleavage, she is different from our thane." They laughed.
"You really get what I mean."
She was not really affected if the guards judged her body to be less interesting. As long as they did not notice Serana was a vampire, it was enough. Man would be a man and she could not care less and did not have time to argue either.
"There you are," Serana's voice jolted her. "I thought you were leaving too,"
"Leaving?"
"Miraak just left."
"Oh...well, he sensed a dragon nearby and wanted to make sure it will not be a threat while we were sleeping tonight," Ammra explained
"Yeah. Miraak told me too. He told me to take care."
"He? Talking to you?" she asked in disbelief and Serana nodded then made her way to sit next to Ammra who was soaking her feet by the river.
Even if her werewolf sense had been discarded, Ammra was sure she felt as if Serana watching her intently. When Ammra turned to her, she would have looked away then gave Ammra a questioning look instead. "Damn! I wish this is not caused by my stupid anger." Ammra yelled to herself internally.
"Spending one night with that woman would be the best gift for me in this travel." The sound of the guard was heard.
"They said her name is Serana."
"Serana. Oh, even her name speaks the warmth she might share on the bed." They burst into laughter.
Ammra sighed in anger. Serana held her then shook her head when she noticed Ammra was going to confront them. "Leave them be. Not worth your time."
"They have been fantasizing you since we arrived here!" she protested. "I am so sorry if my subordinates are insolent and..."
"Shh..." she hushed her by gently placing one finger on Ammra's lip. The last Dragonborn was flustered. That was totally not Serana like. "I don't mind. In fact, that is what all the men want." She tilted her head, making Serana chuckled. "Ah...you are such a naïve one." Her eyes flashed. "Listen, Ammra. Men like physical touch. A kiss for example." She started. "But, if only a kiss, it won't be enough. They want more."
"More?"
Serana nodded. "There is a reason why we have this..." she gestured to her own breasts, then move to her buttocks, "and this. Men like these things. Trust me, they want to see you naked. All men like it, including Miraak."
She faintly gasped when she mentioned his name. "No," Serana furrowed her brow. "Miraak is different. He would not talk like those guards."
"He might not speak about it. But can you tell what he has in his mind?"
Ammra remained silent for some moment, blinked twice then replied, "Well, he is definitely not like what you describe. We...we do kiss." She added fast, "But he is not like that guards!"
For the first time, Ammra saw her smirked, "You are too timid." She paused. "Clearly you are too naïve to give him what he wants. If you cannot give it, he won't be satisfied." Then she added, "Either you are too timid to see his needs or he is too kind to force you. But it does not mean he will wait forever. He could find satisfaction from someone else."
"Serana, enough!" she reached her limit. The unrelenting force thu'um was at the tip of her tongue. "We are Dragonborns! We are not like what you think."
Serana crossed her arms. "Fine. But what will you say when he sneaks up to my tent tonight?"
Ammra stood on her feet. "I love you as my sister. So please do not invoke my wrath. He is mine, please remember that!" then she left.
The younger Dragonborn sat inside the tent to calm herself. Her anger might subside but self-doubt began to regrow. She examined her body in a single glance then sighed. Compared to Serana, she was flat—front and behind. "Was it true...that Miraak might...not like what I look like..."
As Serana and Ammra were having their conversation, Miraak made his way toward the dragon's lair. The situation put him in a terrible mood. He still sensed the Daedric Prince among the party but now he must leave Ammra alone because she asked for his help to take care of the dragon.
As soon as his task completed, he immediately returned to the campsite. Miraak was glad to see no trace of battle, but the Daedric power had surrounded the place. When he found her sitting inside her tent, Miraak sighed in relief.
"A leader who hides in her tent while making her guards do the duty? How interesting." His voice startled her. Ammra quickly blinked fast to hold back her tears then turned to him.
"Well...It was cold outside." She lied. "How was the Dragon?"
"As you said, I did not kill it. I just use the Bend Will shout."
"Ah...thanks." She smiled. Miraak noticed her troubled face but he knew she often took her space whenever she got a problem. So, this time, he would leave her alone even if he really wanted to be there for the sake of her safety.
"I'll be in my tent if you need me." He told her.
"Wait!" Ammra called out, louder than she expected. Miraak turned to her again. He remained calm even if he cheered internally. "Um..." she started after swallowing the lump. "Is it...is it..." she paused for some moment and blushing.
"Yes?"
"The guards would be in charge tonight, so I will be resting." Ammra talked but Miraak knew where this was leading and he was expecting it more than anything. "Is it...Can you...would you..stay here...with me?" she muttered...almost whispering.
He opened his mouth to answer but suddenly he sensed the Daedric Power concentrated outside. "Wait." He told her and immediately step out of the tent where Ammra sighed in disappointment. She felt as if she was rejected.
As soon as he was outside, Miraak immediately looked around to find the Daedric Prince. However, the power concealed again. He clenched his fists in anger.
"Looking for Ammra? She was in her tent." Serana's voice rang from behind.
For a brief second, he sensed Daedric's power came from her but instantly vanished. Ammra once told him about her vampire friend, but she shouldn't be able to omit such energy. Therefore, he decided to talk to her and investigate for some moment.
"It seems the Dragonborn chose to have mercy on you," he told her. Miraak was not good at chit-chat, so his sentence was actually his way to state the fact that Ammra befriended her.
"Yes. I must admit, she was quite...interesting."
"Interesting?"
She smirked. "Naïve and gullible." She giggled and that time Miraak sensed she accidentally leaked the Daedric Power. "I am sure seeing us like this..."
"Drop your act, Sanguine!" he finally found the culprit he has been looking for. "Why have you been lurking around her?!"
"Come one! I am just trying to see how you guys make any progress." She snorted. "You are the one who leads but why she remained untouched.
"What have you done to her!" he snarled and was ready to attack him with the lightning bolt.
She chuckled. "You still remember she had immunity against Daedric power, don't you?" He reminded her. "I couldn't touch her. As the matter of fact, I just give her a little bit of push."
"Be grateful she did not find it out, or else, you might end up like Mephala."
"But before that battle happens, we will see who has the battle first," she said while turning her head to Ammra who saw them from afar. Miraak instantly recognized her sad face. Ammra immediately turned on her heels and ran to her tent.
Before she saw them together, Ammra had been holding back her tears. Her heart was aching and she felt so anxious. Her sudden low self-esteem made everything worse.
"Perhaps...I am not so interesting..." her one side whining. "No, Ammra! Miraak is different!"
"What if he finds what his needs in Serana?" again another side fought back, "You know him better than Serana! Why do you let her judgment affect you!"
Even if it was just a little self-assurance, Ammra managed to fight back her jealousy and anxiety. But still, she suddenly wanted to burry herself between his arms before this temporary strength vanished. Yet, she saw him talking to her. Instantly she felt her world collapsed pitifully.
"Dragonborn," Miraak called her as he sat next to Ammra. The younger Dragonborn now sat while hugging her knees and burying her face in between them.
"I am fine, Miraak. I just..."
"No, you are not!" he snapped. "Look at me!" he told her but she remained unmoved. "Ammra." Finally, he called her name. He rarely did so unless it was something serious. "Look at me, Ammra." His tone changed to somewhat a mild order, gently asserting his dominance.
She opened herself from the defensive position. Miraak moved to face her. "Are you hurt?"
"No." she was happy to see his concern but immediately consumed by her self-doubt. Miraak might do this to Serana. He might be this caring too to her...without she knew it, tears rolled down her cheeks. Ammra pulled him closer and hugged him tightly. "Don't leave me, please." She cried in a muffled voice, burying her face on his chest. She started to hiccup.
At this rate, he was unsure what had Sanguine done to her but it seemed Ammra was not hurt or under any spell. Miraak hugged her back. "I'm here, mey kiir." (Silly girl)
"Will you promise to always be with me?" she demanded then hiccupped.
He chuckled while patting her head. "Yes, I will."
"Will you promise..." she hiccupped, "to always love me?" her words drawing all of his attention. Ammra had never been like this before. Clearly, this had something to do with Sanguine.
"Geh, dovahkiin." He said solemnly, feeling a shower of pride and joy. "Zu'u los hin." (Yes, I am yours.)
"Even if I don't have big breasts?" she suddenly asked. Miraak was stunned and speechless.
Ammra pulled herself. She inhaled and exhaled deeply while still hiccupping. "I know I might not be like Serana," she stopped and hiccupped in her cry, "I don't have breasts as big as hers. And my ass might not be as big as hers as well, but I might..." she hiccupped and her heart pounding fast, "I...I...I can still learn to satisfy you in any way you might want. If you want me naked, I will..."
"Wa—wait, wait..." he stopped her. "Why did you say this?" he asked while gently rubbing the tears away from her face.
"Serana said all men like naked woman bodies. She also said that I cannot satisfy you...and you might turn to her or another woman with a better body...sorry if I am not that good...." Miraak slapped himself internally. He cursed Sanguine. "Sorry if I cannot understand your needs...If you don't like me anymore, please give me second chance...I might...try to change..."
By the nine! She looked so tempting and adorable when confessing her fear innocently. He swore he could own her right there. But Miraak needed to clear all of this misunderstanding first.
"She told you all of this?" he asked and Ammra nodded. "Why do you believe in what she said?"
She swallowed the lump in her throat as she tried to not cry again. After a hiccup she answered, "Well, you've become so beautiful. Many women like you. They are even better than me and with more experience," she said carefully. "Yet all this time, I could only give you a kiss," she paused. "Serana said it is either me who is too timid or you are too kind to force me, so you can look for others..."
He sighed. Ammra was indeed so gullible in this kind of thing. "So, you think I am not interested in you?" she nodded. Miraak smirked then kissed her forehead.
The First Dragonborn gently pulling her closer then made her sit on his lap. "She was right that a man has his needs. But she was wrong thinking I am interested in any woman other than you." He paused. "Ammra, we have been tied together. No reason for me to look for another."
"I am sorry if I have doubted you. All of in sudden, I am so scared to lose you to her." tears flooded her eyes again.
"Now you understand what I feel whenever you are close with another man." He smirked.
"But still, I need to change maybe...in case you lost interest in me..."
He clicked his tongue and interrupted her midsentence with a kiss. Ammra was jealous and it could only mean that she was ready for the next step. Miraak let out all of the joy of having her close through his gentle embrace. The younger Dragonborn could sense his hands started to make their way to support her. She was drowned in his warmth and assurance.
Slowly his lips moved to her jaw, savoring her skin. And without she knew it, Miraak had laid her body on the bedroll. Ammra gasped when his kiss moved to her neck.
She trembled as his breath brushed her skin. When the softness of his lips mercilessly invaded her defenseless neck, Ammra couldn't stop the air that escaped her mouth. She moaned slightly—a voice she just knew she could make. Miraak immediately stopped himself to go any further even if the voice she made had seductively invited him to keep on going.
He chuckled then kissed her on the lips. Miraak pulled away, perching above her, with both of his durable arms. His strong knuckle, appearing more prominent now, resting on the bedroll, next to either side of Ammra's head. She was lying beneath him, completely red.
"Now look at that face. You have no idea how dangerous it is." With a stretch of his fingers, Miraak seductively curled a strand of her hair, wrapping it around his nail, as one would do to a doll. "You don't know how it makes me want to own you completely right now." As their eyes met, for the first time Ammra saw a different beam inside his blue eyes. It was intimidating yet showing a fervent hunger at the same time.
"Miraak..."
"I never give you permission to interrupt." He said in a stern, deep but calm voice. "Still thinking I don't want you, little one?" he raised one of his eyebrows, showing a prideful expression. "But as precious as you are to me, I don't want to ruin the right order of things. As Dragonborns, we shall have our ritual first. After that, brace yourself because I will not always be this lenient."
Ammra was speechless. She clearly knew he was threatening him yet he made it sounded seductive and so intimate. "Make that face again, and you will face the consequences, little one. Do you understand?" Ammra nodded.
"Good. Now have your sleep."
Miraak lay down next to her. As she fell asleep, she failed to notice how he pulled her closer between his arms then caressing her hair. Sanguine was still around so Miraak wouldn't sleep tonight to make sure the Daedric Prince even touch her. Ammra was his and his alone!
The next day, after they arrived at their destination, Serana noticed Miraak was not nearby and decided to approach Ammra. "It seemed, he was with you last night. How did he taste?"
"Serana, was angry with you sorry. It was the first time for me to be jealous." She snapped. "I am still angry with you but because of what you did, finally I found out my own untrusting issue. I guess I owe you a thank you, sister. And please don't bother Miraak."
Her innocence never ceased to amaze him. Sanguine never thought she would think that way even if he had been trying to make her jealous. Sanguine laughed and revealed himself before her eyes. "Oh...how sweet! If only I found a mortal like you, I would have taken her to my realm and keep her forever."
"You!"
"Yes, yes. It was me all this time." He replied casually. "Perhaps a little advise from your uncle Sanguine would help you readjusting your debauchery."
Ammra just sighed without comment. She crossed her arms then watched him intently. There was some moment of silence until finally, she smiled gracefully. Sanguine gulped. He was charmed by the enchanting smile but deep down inside, he sensed he was about to have his ass kicked by her. When and how? It seemed Ammra would let him keep on waiting.
Now Sanguine fully understood what Miraak told him. He shouldn't reveal himself. "You don't plan on killing me, do you?" he asked.
Ammra reached out and gently cupped his face with one hand. "Of course no, uncle. I must leave now. See you next time," she smiled and seductively winked. The Daedric Prince gulped then vanished into thin air. She had warned him in such a beautiful way.