Loud (Fuck It) by Motionless in White

Nisara, 10th of Sun's Dusk, 4E 201:

Rolling off of Alduin's stomach to my feet, I begin equipping my armor and weapons. Now I have to go kill the my terrible paternal family member. My torso armor fits strangely as a bit of my fur sticks to it. Damn it, can I not keep my body clean of seed? Fuck it, clean your fur later; better yet, make Alduin clean your fur.

"Nisara? Where are you going?" Alduin groans, his white chest bearing multiple new cuts from my claws.

"Death to the emperor. Death to the Empire." I answer and rush to the central plaza near the White-Gold Tower.

The dead line the streets, entire battalions of the Thalmor lay slain with multiple bodies adorning the Dragon Legion armor lain around the district. Today, I'll personally see to his Cowardice's death. I glance up to the tower, my soldiers are falling to their deaths as they reach the peak of the monument.

"Dragonborn, we're meeting heavy resistance up top." Talon Officer says as her arm continues leaking its blood, "Unknown combatants are guarding the pig."

I nod and grasp the chain that will take me to the tower peak. I have to do everything! I have to issue the command, and finish it myself. Perhaps I can train the soldiers to listen to the simplest of orders. Damn chain is killing my hands.

Focusing my attention upward, I continue to scale the enormous tower that once stood for strength. My troops scream as they fall to their deaths. Fuck, I wish I was flying. Wait… stupid bitch! You can turn into a dragon.

I inhale and focus on the words, "Joor Vuld Dov!"

Releasing the chain, I fall backward, and my body changes. My fur burns off, exposing my flesh, which blisters and hardens into scale. My ears close shut as horns take their place, my mouth elongates with my teeth being replaced with much larger and sharper teeth. My arms shatter and reshape into dragon wings. My tail stiffens and becomes thicker. I release a roar, spin while falling, and thrust my wings downward to propel me forward.

"Nisara! Yeah!" my Dragon Legion cheers as my flight leads to the tower top.

Looking upon the monuments peak, five men, including my father, stare at my form. The soldiers surrounding the emperor are filled with fear that they jump to their demise. Landing on the tower wall, I watch as daddy kneels before me. I want nothing more than to disembowel him, but that can wait for a few minutes.

I allow the dragon shout to wear off as I wait. My scales melt away and my black fur begins growing from my flesh, my teeth fall out and become regular feline fangs, my body restores to its Khajiit self. I stand before my father and troops naked, but they know better than to have impure thoughts about me.

"Hello, Daddy. Long time no executions, eh?" I snarl and approach him with my claws, "You would've been a grandfather had you repealed the Child Edict. They died because you want every name on parchment."

He backs away and nearly stumbles over the wall. His face is white with fear. Death is here.

"What do you mean 'grandfather?'" he frightfully asks leaning away from me, "You've not had your child yet."

"I'm not pregnant!" I growl and slash his face with my claws, "Five months ago I birthed two girls, but your law ended their lives. Their blood is on your hands."

Titus grimaces at the thought of two new born Khajiit being executed, "I'm sorry, but I do not regret it. Kill me, avenge your children."

I raise my claws to end his throat, but my side is stabbed with the Blade of Woe. Turning to the assailant, she immediately pulled her dagger from my side and offers it to me. My fingers wrap around the handle. It is a comfortable feel, evenly weighted, and sharp. Glancing at the assassin, I give her a little smile, and force the blade into her throat.

"Nisara, please stop this!" my father shouts.

I approach him and shove him off the tower. His hand grabs my hip, forcing us both to fall. I lock my eyes to his as all fear is present in his. I smile and kick him away, Alduin flies under and catches me from death. Titus screams as he continues to plummet to his demise.

"Your hurt." Alduin growls and returns to the tower top, "You should rest."

I've never seen this side of him, he acts as though I'll break at the slightest of disturbances. I hate it, I want him to be rude to me, hit me, fuck me as rough as he can, but that won't happen. I'll make sure of that.

I stand triumphantly before my Dragon Legion survivors.

"We are the ones who rule this continent. The Dragon Legion is the Dov's enforcers." I grin at the bloodied soldiers, "You will live like gods, beside us dov. Your left hands, present them to me."

The seven do as ordered; without hesitating, I cut off their ring fingers. They glare angrily as I sever the appendage. Honestly, they should enjoy it, I'm going to serve both of mine.

"Ensures your commitment to the dov, and loyalty to Alduin." I lie as Alduin changes into his Khajiit form with his right ring finger extended to me.

"My loyalty to you." Alduin happily says as the blade cuts the appendage off, "My mate, and mother of my child."

What?! I hope he assumes, I'm not having another child! Ever!

"Head to each province and declare the dragons as rulers of this continent; if they deny the claim, " I state and watch the sun begin to set on my new empire built by my people, "Gather the inhabitants for an uprising, or assassinate the leaders for the cause. For Elsewyr, tell them of what I did to secure the continent, everything even the deaths of my daughters. We have nothing to lose, but we have everything to gain. Go."

The seven bow and splinter off to their provinces. I inhale the smoke from the battle and collapse to my knees. My eyes burn as tears begin forming. I did it! I avenged my daughters' deaths! They can rest peacefully now. I put their spirits at ease.

"Mama's done, Abanasi and Jasari. Mama's done." I whisper as the breeze blows all of my pain away, "I'll see you soon; then we can finally live as I wanted you to be. With me."

Nisara, 10th of Sun's Dusk, 5E 007:

I rub my son's mane as the traitors to the Republic of Tamriel are bound before me. They burn the forests of Elsewyr to flush out my people and dam the rivers. To say the least, I have killed less people within ten years than I have during the Dragon War divided by three. All of my subjects accepted us as the rulers, except the ones that take their aggression out on the Khajiit.

"Mom, can I go play now?" my son whines; he is nine years old and he is in line to the mortal throne when I die.

"No. Watch how to deal with traitors, properly." I lowly command as the Talon Officer reads the article with their name and capture.

"Guilty. Alduin, if you will." I sentence the three men to their demise by the maw of my mate.

The black dragon nods and breaths frost upon them. The bodies of the traitors freeze like statues, twisted looks of fear and pain etched on their faces.

"Utandus. Shatter." I command the giant Argonian, but like normal, he isn't around, "Utandus!"

The soldier comes into the courtroom with his Khajiit mate's legs around his neck and her face between his legs. I growl at the stench the whore brings into the room. She is in heat, it's making Alduin edgy, and I'm ready to slit her throat.

"Sorry, my Dragon Queen." The Argonian gasps with his now normal raspy voice, "Please, forgive me. Honey, get off."

"This one doesn't want to, but you owe her something more." She purrs making my whiskers twitch in agitation.

"Mom, she didn't mean it." My son whispers as the Argonian holds the war hammer to smash the frozen men to pieces.

"Utandus, may I have a word with your… mate?" I stammer at the final word as both look at me, but the Argonian nods.

Pulling the naked Khajiit away from the eyes of the courtroom, I pin her against the wall. My eyes lock with her twin colored eyes, one blue; the other amber, and all lust forces itself forward. She purrs and moves one of my hands down her body. I retract my hand, but the unthinkable happens, her lips lock with mine; I'm confused and repulsed by her actions. I pull back, and the Argonian is standing around the corner, eyeing us.

"But… but… I need… no." he stammers as his mate begins grinding my clothed hips and attempts to fondle my breast.

"Come on, join Khajiit girls. We don't bite, hard." She purrs and slips a finger between my legs and lightly strokes my sex, "This one is already wet."

I push myself away from her and punch her stomach with a warning to the Argonian, "If she tries again, I'll personally see to her punishment."

He nods and helps her stand. She immediately pounces on him with four words.

"This one wants cubs." With that, I leave and exit the building.

Who knew the throat of the world could look so beautiful with the skulls of the emperor, my mother, and Thalmor leader at the door. I have united all of Tamriel. I have become a god, a queen, a dictator two months after the loss of twins.

"Mama hasn't forgotten about you." I speak to the sky and place the old worn goat horns on the railing of the stairs, "I promised you that I would do this on the anniversary of the Republic of Tamriel. I love you two, forever and always. I'll see you soon, my daughters."

What do you think about that! We're done! By far the most fucked up thing I've written and love.