Freyja the Dragonborn

Many have heard the tale of the Dragonborn. A mortal blessed by Akatosh, born of flesh but with the soul of a Dovah - a Dragon.
And it was told that on the Fourth Era rose the Last Dragornborn - Freyja - a Nord woman of exceptional beauty and courage, who would in her hands shape the future of not only Skyrim, but Tamriel. 

It is often an item of debate among the mer of Skyrim.
Was it on a bright Mirdas day - or was it on a snowy Turdas, did the Dragonborn first journeyed her way up the Seven Thousand Steps?
Was her path paved with hardship - filled with fearsome beasts and blistering cold - testing at her resolve?
Or perhaps it was of clear skies and softer snows - as if Kyne herself had opened up the path with her blessing.

It was said that when the very word left her lips, the very grounds of High Hrothgar shook.
"Fus"
She knew not how she wielded such power, only that it came to her with little effort , almost as naturally as breathing.

The Greybeards knew then that the woman before them was none other than the Dragonborn.
"That thu'um. There is no mistaking it. You are... Dovahkiin." 

"I am ready to learn, Master." Freyja said with eyes filled with conviction. "I am ready to learn what it means to be Dragonborn."
"You have the gift, there is no mistaking it. But first, we must see if you have what is needed to further yourself." 
"Come, Dovahkiin. Let us examine you further."

"Yes... Yes. Your body is most impressive, Dragonborn." said the Greybeard as he gently fondled her breasts. "You have much potential."
"Is... is this really necessary, Master?" Her voice filled with discomfort and uncertainty.
"You need to learn to trust in us Dovahkiin - if you wish to learn from our wisdom."

"Yes, very good. Such shape and smell - as expected of such a fine, young woman such as yourself."
Frejya could feel his hot, wet breath on her nether regions.
"M-Masters, what does this have to do with..."

"Patience, Dragonborn. You need to learn discipline, if you wish to fulfill your potential."
Freyja could only keep silent and endure this - she was not in a position to question the Greybeards.

"And now, Dragonborn, the final test." The Greybeard stood, revealing his now erect member.
 "For the tongue must be strong in order to wield the thu'um."
Freyja knew that she had no choice but to obey the masters. She would need a teacher - and the Greybeards are the only ones who could guide her as the Dragonborn. 
Resigned to her situation, Freyja closes her eyes and steels herself for what is to come.

Soon enough, the old master's cock finds its way past her moist, pink lips and into her warm, wet mouth.

"This the beginning of your training, Dovahkiin."
 "Come now, do not keep the other masters waiting. Show us more of your conviction." 

Her training would then continue for many hours more - as she worked tirelessly to appease her new masters - sucking and stroking their cocks, until they deemed her ready to carry the name of
Dragonborn.