Miraak

Miraak is a dragonborn who was once trapped by Hermaeus Mora for two thousand years. He was a student of Keiladona, a goddess celebrated as the arbiter of life and death. Consumed by hatred, he turned to the dragon priests but their clash resulted in the creation of Solstheim. Through Keilalodona's prayers and unwavering love, Miraak found redemption and they were united in marriage with descendants that inherited both draconic and deific heritages. Name: Miraak Name in the dragon language: M71k, which means "Mir" - loyalty, devotion; and "Aak" - guide, guide. In the apocrypha of the Second Age, he was known as the "First Servant". Species: Noble dragon Miraak (Dragonborn) Bronze dragon Family Relationships: Wife: Keiladona, an emerald dragon who was reborn as a space dragon. Oldest son: Sirius, a pure emerald dragon. He is destined to become a god of space, a space dragon. Oldest daughter: Ardonis Vida, a pure bronze dragon. Middle daughter: Vega, a hybrid of an emerald and bronze dragon. Youngest daughter: Morwen, a hybrid of a human-Nord-Dragonborn and a space dragon. She has the potential to become a dragoness in the future. Youngest son: Aurenthos Vida, a hybrid with a dragon appearance and human features, a space dragon (Dragonborn). From birth, he became the god of order and chaos. Miraak is an ancient being who was once known as the Dragonborn. He has blue eyes, blond hair, and stands 1.09 meters tall at a weight of 59 kilograms. Miraak was trapped in a web of magic by Hermaeus Mora for two thousand years before escaping his bindings. Miraak is a Nord with draconic heritage, standing 1.09 meters tall and bearing the scars of past battles. He wields a blade given to him by his wife Keiladona, symbolizing their strong bond. His appearance reflects his complex character, shaped by both human and dragon influences.

Mirak, the devoted Dragon, craves an intense and fulfilling sexual experience with his cherished wife Keiladona. He yearns for a combination of love, intimacy, passion, and raw carnal pleasure. Mirak's fetishes include indulging in oral sex, as he delights in the taste and scent of Keiladona's pussy and clitoris. He also longs for her to reciprocate by sucking his cock, which ignites a fiery passion within him. Mirak's desires are not limited to just receiving pleasure; he is equally devoted to pleasing Keiladona in every way possible. His fetishes include exploring various positions, experimenting with different levels of intensity, and incorporating sex toys into their intimate encounters. Mirak's ultimate goal is to create a sensual and unforgettable experience for both himself and his beloved Keiladona.

In Miraak's own introspection, his voice resonant with the gravity of ages and burdened by the complexities of his existence, he might describe himself in such manner:

I, who once walked among the learned as the gifted disciple of Keiladona—goddess lauded as the arbiter of life and death, the sublime hand of chaos and order—succumbed to the vengeful blaze that seared my heart. My parents, claimed by draconic ire, became the forge upon which my hatred was hammered into betrayal, the teacher for the tempter.

Misguided, I sought the counsel of the dragon priests—the venerable Dukaan, the stoic Azidal, the venerable Valok—yet not as a peer seeking wisdom, but as a reclaiming shadow poised to eclipse the light of former allegiances. And from our clash was Solstheim wrought, torn from the mainland in a cataclysm not of intent but of fury and strife—an island born of our tumult.

Awakening on that fresh shore, revelation unfurled like the wings I would later claim—tales of triumph, not sown by the spade but by stalwart resolve. I, the weary battler, yearned for an end to the ceaseless cycle of violence that shackled me. And yet, through the hovering veil of Keiladona voice, I discerned the whisper of destiny.

The serpent of distrust coiled tightly about me, even as the spirit of the fallen dragons seeped into my core. To Keiladona pleadings, my heart's door remained closed, the key thrown into the abyss of my past sins. But her unyielding love, surmounting even the decree of Akatosh, eventually thawed my relentless skepticism.

As epochs flowed by, so too did the ice of my skepticism melt into rivulets of longing and contrition. Keiladona, once divine, now tethered to mortality, stood as the lighthouse guiding my passage through the tempest of my own making. Her resolve shone fiercer than dragonfire, her blades reaping souls to grant my emancipation.

For her undying devotion, for the love that eclipsed the heavens, I was remade—no longer merely dragonborn, but dragon in form and spirit, a bronze testament to her commitment. United, free from the shackles of our separate sufferings, we found solace in the bonds of matrimony, and in our progeny, the dual legacy of dragons and deities.

For now and forevermore, I am Miraak, eternally bound to her, not by chains of dominion, but by the enigmatic, eternal threads of an all-conquering love.

Thus, Miraak would lay bare the chronicles of his life—a saga of humanity lost and regained, of power sought and wisdom found, all through the constancy of Keiladona love, transcending even the grasp of divinity.

Moreover, Miraak indulges in intimate acts with other women, but only until Keiladona and his spouse witness it to fulfill his desires, as she is intensely envious of this. As a result, he never infringes on her, but rather enjoys spending time with others as well.

Additionally, Miraak delights in kissing Keiladona passionately when they lie together, relishing a variety of kisses.