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The College of Winterhold was one of the last places of knowledge within Skyrim, a place where Urag gro-Shub felt at home as he was compiling and reading the latest additions to the library. Despite the Great collapse, the place still housed a great deal of magical treaties and books sought after by the Synod or the College of Whispers, two other organizations living far south, near the Empire’s capital. Enough that it fell on the balding and aging Orc to maintain the collection as pristine and organized as possible while fending off any potential thief.

A work he took pride in as he grumbled, moonlighting over another treaty. Something about alteration that might interest Tofldir. The old Nord was always one to be lost with his notes, but capable of honing in should a new research topic pop in his life.

And that’s what Urag had as he tried to decipher through the alchemical equations and…

One book fell. Someone or something made one book fall. And in the mainly silent library, at such an hour, it was improbable. Impossible. Unless someone else had sneaked in through his watch. Something the old Orc didn’t like as he stood up and… Inhaled.

There was a perfume in the air, Frost Mirriam. A strong scent that was mainly used to conceal others. And he growled, stepping around his desk.

“Anyone’s there?”

Passing a hand over the last strand of hair on his head, and smoothening his brown robe, Urag glanced around as he trudged, his boots heavy. His whole body might have been one of a warrior, if he wasn’t a scholar. And a scholar who preferred for his books to be pristine and proper. He had to handle thieves and worse; making him wary of students sneaking in. And he looked around, still sniffing.

“I know you are here. Don’t try to hide from me. Or I’ll have to activate the wards!”

Then… A voice.

“It’s… it’s me! Don’t activate them!”

Soon after, a form appeared as a spell dissipated. Invisibility. Urag should have guessed it, but he wasn’t one to have the knack with that school of magic. However, the Student before his eyes had. And he knew him, well… Enough to realize it was out of character for him to sneak inside the Arcanaeum without bee-lining for him, to use perfume, or to hold one single book in his hand merely.

“You planned to steal it?” asked Urag, crossing his arms, tapping his elbows. “Explain yourself, quick.”

“More like… Borrowing. It was… Uh. I cannot ask you to do this,” mumbled the Argonian.

Gray scaled, with no horns and only blue feathers atop his head, the relatively young Student presented the book he held on: “Body transmogrification”. His shape was slightly shaking under the robes while Urag glanced at the book’s spine, watching a symbol on it.

“You need that book from Colette’s banlist… What does a student like you need to know about Body Transmogrification? Couldn’t you ask her?”

At the question and the book being waved, the younger and smaller Argonian scratched his neck, looking down and ashamed.

“It’s a difficult topic to ask her.”

Well… It was true Colette was difficult. Or outright a bitch. She was clever and had talent, but her people skills were lacking. Enough to deter students. And so, he sighed, smacking the book on the Argonian’s forehead, softly.

“You could have asked me.”

“It’s… More difficult. Even Tolfdir was dubious about it.”

Well, Tolfdir was one of the Student’s favorite teachers. Though there were rumors about the two and little escapades in the private halls, far from prying eyes. So, Urag frowned further.

“If it was a request from Tolfdir, he could have come here, too. I’ll tell-”

“Wait!”

Then, the Student’s hands extended outward to stop Urag, to halt him. Then, the Student stepped back once he was certain the Orc wouldn’t rush. And Urag… Stopped, his nostrils dilated and his brows still frowned. But he was willing to give the Student the benefit of the doubt as he reached for his nape, twitching. Even his tail moved.

“It is to modify my body.”

“Of course it is. What is it? A scar? An old wound? What could you need to sneak into the Arcanaeum and try to “borrow” one book when you worked so hard to gain my favors?”

“… My genitals.”

“… What?”

Urag blinked. Then frowned. Then grimaced. Then growled.

“What? Is that… You think the College is a place for perverts? I don’t know what you think, but-”

“I’m serious! It’s not sexual! Or… It is, a bit!” exclaimed the Student, passing a hand over his jaw before he sighed. “Fine. Look. Forget this. I can’t… If the others learn it, it’s my end. I… Can you keep it to yourself? I’ll drop the idea off.”

Dejected, the Argonian was already turning away. His face was… So pitiful with those tight lips and all that… And so…

For a moment, Urag watched him slink away, different from his usual cheery and excited attitude. So…

“Wait.”

Urag smacked the book against his open palm, before he raised a finger. Then two. It was a sequence of movements and before the Student could notice, the locks and wards were set in.

“Follow me, we’ll work things out.”

The look in the Argonian’s eyes was that of a puppy who had found a home. It was impossible to resist.

Enough for the old Orc as he shook his head and approached one backdoor behind his desk. Since he was the librarian and the Arcaneum was his workplace, he had a little closet he used for naps or storing work before he could add it to the collection.

A small closet he lit by activating the enchanted sconce, opening on a room with a bed, a few drawers, another desk with a chair, and stacks of notes in the back. Though the air was musty and a bit… Musky. The issue of being an Orc, Urag always thought.

Though… It was not something the Student seemed to mind, his nostrils dilating but his expression open as he followed inside and glanced at the book he wanted to “borrow”.

“Fine… You are looking to change your genitals. How much do you know about this?” asked Urag, putting the book on the desk. He pulled the chair so the Argonian could sit… And so he did. He did not wait to pull the book closer and flip through the pages.

“I have been studying Colette’s notes,” the Student explained, scratching his neck and finally stopping on a page with diagrams of… Well. Genitals. Something you could as well find in a perverted bookstore. “I was getting the end of the formula. It’s… It’s not the first time I have borrowed it.”

“I figured. You seem to know the book on your fingertips.”

Still, it did hurt the old Orc’s pride he had been fooled. But at the same time, the Student had been a good egg, helped him with stolen books, and was nice overall. Better than most and treating Urag like a peer. His compliments were not lost on the cranky librarian who watched the Argonian mumble to himself, pulling a paper out of his pocket, and comparing.

“Okay… I know where I failed.”

“You are fast,” noted Urag, watching the Argonian reach for the nearby pen, open the ink, and make the modifications to his written diagram.

“I knew there was something wrong in the formula. I wasn’t certain of what. But the book confirms it and… I guess I can go fix it.”

“And check with Tolfdir to help you?”

Now, the Student’s face stopped. His eyes froze, so did his fingers. Only a second, before he mumbled.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I smell him.”

Orcs’ noses were sensitive. More so than Humans or Elves. Less than Argonians or Khajiit. But enough to pick up the scent underneath the Frost Miriam perfume the Student had been abusing. Semen. Tolfdir’s semen.

That and the way he wiggled on his chair.

“You-”

“I won’t say a word unless you tell me what you’re planning to do. You got me curious about what you would change.”

Again, the Argonian froze then pressed his hand on his cheeks… Then laughed a second nervously.

“Is that true? You’re curious about me? I assumed you were only into girls, and…”

“And?”

“… Dominating.”

Urag rolled his eyes, though his reputation preceded him. And he scoffed.

“First, I have my preferences, but it’s not the topic. I keep them private and I don’t know who told you about the latter, I’ll have to screw some heads,” he started, watching the Student’s mouth open and his expression crumble into fear. “But… No. I’m interested in what you plan to do.”

“Huuh… Well. Could you help me… With the scribbling, then?”

Urag frowned but nodded. That formula seemed to be inked on the body. And as the Argonian got on his feet and offered the Orc the notes, he then reached for his robes. The novice robes were not as refined as for the oldest mages, Urag among them, but they kept the students warm and comfy with the layers.

The layers the Argonian peeled off, one by one, removing the blue-dyed wool, the fur, and then the second layer until his body appeared. He was lithe, without any excess of fat or muscles, the body of a mage. His arms were rather long for his kind, and… Well, so were his legs. As for the tail, it was within the expected length.

The belly appeared, soft with a slight padding. But nothing excessive as the pants dropped and finally… The loincloth the Argonian wore and was about to remove before Urag.

“You won’t laugh… Will you?”

Self-conscious about his length? Urag had a smirk but then shook his head.

“No. I don’t care if it’s too smal-… What?”

Well, Urag expected the Argonian to be… Tiny. Well, he could have watched it. Sometimes, it was cute. Rather, the Student sported what looked like a club between his legs. Something massive and even contrasting with most Orcs. Everything was external and dangling, from the uncut length, bulbous and almost as big as an arm, or those testicles in a tight leathery scrotum, each orb the size of… Well. Oranges.

“Don’t laugh…”

Well, Urag had to scoff and as soon as the Argonian was about to put back his loincloth, the old Orc raised his hand.

“I’m… I’m not laughing at this.”

“Well, why are you laughing?”

“Because… Because most students who indulged in transmogrification wanted bigger cocks. And you…”

“I don’t want it bigger.”

“Figures. You’d be waddling constantly if it was that. So… What should this do?”

“If you help me do it. You can watch.”

“Keeping your secrets, eh?”

Urag offered a tusky smile to the Argonian as he reached for the nearest ink pot, pen, and inched closer to the Argonian. So close, it was possible to smell the semen still sticking to the scales, and… Behind. A scent Urag took in, frowning a bit, before he sat on the chair and leaned over. With the inkpot between his knees, the pen in one hand, and the note in the other, he started to copy the symbols on the groin.

But even then, his mind wandered.

“So… You and Tolfdir, you’re an item?”

A question… And a slight throb in the Argonian cock just below. Something Urag wanted to ignore as he traced. His penmanship was clean, delicate. It was better since he copied tomes and had to be thorough not to add any wrong details or personal modifications to the characters. And so he did, in the trace of the circle, in the daedric characters.

“Why do you ask?”

Urag frowned, then poked his little finger against the scales, to form a flatter surface.

“You let him fuck you. And you want to change your genitals, but do not dare to ask Tolfdir. Then?”

“We are… Fucking. He’s a good man. But it’ll pass.”

“He knows?”

“He knows.”

Strange, still, Urag continued to trace the symbols until he was certain he was done. Above, the Argonian’s breath was quick and uneven. Down… Well, that cock was starting to get stiff and the Student’s musk was filling the room, a reptilian smell Urag was not so familiar and excited about.

“Here… I have it done. Unless I failed it. Should I complete it by adding magicka?”

“No, it’s good,” said the Argonian, crossing his arms and his right foot tapping the tiled floor while he glanced away. “I… Just need help to activate it.”

“Of course. What should I do? Help you crank one out? Cum?”

The Argonian’s crossed arms slipped closer to his chest, his fingers under his pits. “I would like it if you could do this for me. It would be appreciated.”

Urag shook his head, amused. He returned the pen, note, and ink pot to the table before he smacked his lap and stood up.

“Fine. But you will handle the clean up. Bend over on the bed!” he ordered, pointing to the bed.

And the Student followed. No, he did so eagerly. To the point, the Orc did not have to order him to raise his tail. The Student did so and exposed, then, his posterior. It was still glazed over, revealing from whence the scent came from.

Muscular and a bit fat, the cheeks were generous and covered with the same gray scales. But as soon as you delved between, the rim was white with Nord cum and… In between, there was the hole. A hole that looked pretty much prepared and gaping, needy as it winked back at the Orc who scoffed and frowned.

“He fucked you before he came here,” said the Orc, grumbling.

“We tried the first formula, that’s why… I knew it did not work.”

“And is he waiting for you with the next batch?”

“Not that I know.”

“Good.”

Good. Though Urag still frowned. He did not like the sloppy seconds. After all, he was content if he had been with a prim girl ovulating and ready. There was a primal aspect the old Orc had been pushing down. And well, he wanted it finished. He wanted to be free from that need, though he would not find it in the college. The closer would be Nyria or Colette, but the first was a conniving bitch eager to tattle on her colleagues. And Colette was Colette. She might love his library, but he did not like her.

And most students were too young or uninterested.

At least, it would mean he could get some release with that Student, even if it weren’t his favorite style. It reminded him of his adventures with his half-brothers before he left the clan… And he growled.

“A… Problem? I… I can leave.”

“No. Stay put,” ordered Urag as he had one hand on the Argonian’s posterior and approached the other hand to the orifice, extending his index and middle fingers. Two fingers he pressed against the Argonian’s orifice, squeezing through with much sputtering and escaping fluids, when it was not gas. He tried to ignore it as he wiggled his fingers, finding the orifice quite clean beside the semen.

Better than some girls who wanted to take it behind…

“Keep pushing. It’s… Deeper,” mumbled the Student, his elbows on the mattress.

“Deeper? What?”

“The prostate. Just… Move your fingers deeper.”

“There?” asked the Orc, curious now. He wiggled his digits, pushing deeper, finding the orifice warm and velvety, tempting. Urag had only done it for some “partners”, but it seemed a better alternative with the Student. Truth was, he could even lust after doing something with him.

“Deeper, you’ll… Hh!”

Finally, Urag found it. A small bump he started to touch and stroke, finding the Argonian trembling under his touch. The tail even started to sway as the Student trembled, drooled, and went fully stiff.

“Y-Yes… Co-Continue,” moaned the Argonian, his long and rigid pole pointing down and spraying. Spraying on the tiles with precum, sticky and thick. But as the liquid dripped between his legs, he was… happy. His smile was visible as he glanced over his shoulder, as his eyes lit up with a gleam of joy and unfeigned rapture. More so when Urag’s fingers drifted around the spot, dancing and touching. If they were focused on it before, they were now honing on it, so thoroughly squeezing it, the Argonian’s knees quivered and almost hit.

“Keep… Doing it,” said the Student, his voice gleeful and high as that tongue slipped out. Even his feathers seemed to straighten while Urag continued to push and… There.

The asshole closed. The rim pressed on his digits. Cum and natural lubricant spurted out, with that same suction noise. Beneath, the old Orc watched the scrotum tense, become taut as the muscles pulled on it, as the legs tensed, the muscles underlined. It was a beauty of watching a bitch tense like that, even if it was only from fingers, not from fucking… If it was not a girl. But he felt the pressure in his loins, the growing tension in his groin, and the joy as he sighed and pulled the fingers free, leaving the velvety entrance for the cold air outside. His fingers reeked of ass as he sniffed them… But then, he looked at the Argonian lying on the bed, half-way there. The legs were still tense, and the elbows and arms gave out first.

The tiled floor was… Dirty. Sticky. With a white puddle at the bed’s foot. It reeked, smelled just like human semen and well… It was Argonian semen. Something he did not want to see dirty his notes or anything.

So… he frowned.

“A… problem?” asked the Student, his voice weak as he looked over his shoulder. Gone was the joy, replaced with a tinge of fear.

“I,” said Urag, raising the two hands… Before he sighed and dropped them. “I was thinking of cleaning that mess.”

“I… Will clean it later, you said I would have to do it. I will,” mumbled the Argonian, the fingers tight onto the mattress. “It… Was… Thanks Urag.”

“Can I see?”

The words came out. And Urag’s face took a slightly redder hue, closer to brown, as he blinked. Well, he did not mean to say it out loud. But now that he had seen the Student’s cumming, he wanted to see if the markings worked and what was the result.

So… He waited, biting his lips while the Argonian passed a hand over his feathers.

“Sure. Give me. A moment.”

Slow enunciation, a difficulty to breathe, slurping from swallowing his saliva. Yup, the Argonian was out of breath. It was only fair for Urag to step outside and fetch one of the flasks he had hidden underneath his desk. Not some strong spirit, it wouldn’t be opportune to be drunk at his job. But sometimes, inside the College’s cold walls, a drop of alcohol could help a long way.

And so he returned, finding the Argonian still on the bed and grunting to himself: “I… Fucked it up.”

“What fucked up? The spell didn’t work?” asked Urag, offering the open bottle to the Argonian.

For a moment, the Argonian watched the bottle, the beverage. Then… He grabbed it carefully and took a swig. Then another, not even coughing for a moment. He merely wiped his mouth before Urag could say anything.

“No. No. It worked well, thank you Urag. It’s… It’s just what I needed.”

“Well then, can I see?”

“Sure.”

The face low, but still willing, the Student pushed against the bed. This time, he seemed to have recovered enough to be on his feet and to face Urag… Well. The spell worked.

While he still possessed a large mast, something fierce and heavy, even at rest, he had lost one inch or two. The length was still drippy with fluids, but it had become shorter while losing only some width. Maybe a side effect Urag watched, curious. Only to see the organ throb.

“It is definitely smaller,” stated Urag, extending one hand before he stopped.

“You can touch it. If you want.”

He nodded and touched it. The surface was slimy, warm. More than that, it was reactive to the touch as he felt the throb within. And sensed when the Argonian took a deep breath. He sensed the pulse as his soft fingers, unused to manual work, were on the foreskin and peeling it off. It was… He had never done this before. And it was intriguing as he inspected it.

He brushed the tip, the frenum, then passed beneath the corona, over the mast before he went to the testicles. Those orbs didn’t change.

Finally, he peeled his eyes away to see the Student’s face contorted; smile and joy were there, mixed with anguish and fear.

“You are definitely smaller. You did well.”

“Thanks, Urag,” mumbled the Argonian, tentatively looking away. Though his desires were coming clearer and clearer for the old Orc as he scoffed and stood up, wiping his dirty fingers on his clothes. He would have to clean them, but it was not an issue as he reached for his robes.

“I am old enough to be your Dad, or Gran, for all that matters,” said Urag, sensing the Argonian’s eyes on him.

It did not matter as he removed the buckle and slipped the belt away. Then, he removed the first layer. His robes were more comfortable, and loose. Contrary to students, the teachers and workers had more leniency on their attire. Something the old Orc appreciated as he could do some changes.

For example, contrary to humans, Orcs had a better suited body for cold temperatures, except for the Nords. All those layers of clothes were unnecessary, especially for an old one who was packing fat and hairy.

His arms were covered with white hair, so were his legs. His chest was bushy, with white hands going in all directions on his pectorals and down his belly. He had let himself go, grown pudgy. But it seemed not to bother the Argonian whose eyes were fixated on the body.

“But you’ve bedded with Tolfdir, so it doesn’t count,” he said, standing with nothing once his pants dropped. He preferred to go commando, let his genitals move freely even in the cold temperatures.

“Do you mind?” Urag asked, to confirm it.

“I do… Not,” finally mumbled the Student, his body betraying him as he was erect and hard, his cock again dripping with fluids. Something Urag recognized as he touched the formula right above the groin.

But then, as the Argonian’s fingers outstretched towards the Orc’s groin, Urag growled to grab his attention.

“There are rules with me.”

“Y-Yes?”

“One. Nothing funny behind. You try to mess with me, I kick you out.” He pointed at his posterior, then pointed at the Argonian. “Two, you say nothing about this. Three, you follow my orders.”

“Any four?” asked the Argonien, his hands back to his chest, one hand covering the other.

“Nope. Now, come here. I want to see something.”

The Argonian was younger, smaller, more lean. Contrary to the old Orc, he was almost frail when those arms wrapped around his shoulders and dragged him closer. But there was the smell of sweat and old man that stuck to the Orc. A scent the Student took in, inhaling before he sighed and looked down.

Urag dragged the Student closer, drawing him closer until their hips touched. And even though there were some steps to take to avoid stomping on someone else’s foot. But they were finally pressed together.

And Urag could compare.

Again, the Student had an impressive size for a mix of internal and external organs. His cock had a slight slit, something barely developed, but the remarkable length made it worthwhile. The low hanging balls were surely heavy, pressing between the legs.

But then, Urag was… Well-endowed too. More than the Argonian with those lost inches.

Urag’s cocktip ended in a bulbous manner with a quite wide corona that pulled on the foreskin. His spire was veiny and thick, with his pulse visible and beating underneath the dark-green skin. And as he gave it a stroke, the organ was alive… Bursting and arising, pointing higher and higher before the Argonian’s surprised eyes.

And well, those eyes went over the Orc’s balls, too, admiring them. Even… Caressing. Those scaled and soft fingers went underneath the scrotum, touching the dufty cover on it. Those nuts were warm, too, contrasting with the lukewarm palms.

“Hmph… Tolfdir doesn’t have something as big, hmm?” asked Urag, though he knew since he had peeked into Tolfdir’s quarters, one day, when the old man was taking his bath. Not voluntarily.

“No. He’s… Not as big.”

The Student’s heavy breathing was genuine and for a moment, he bit his lips, daring to raise his fingers upward to meet with the stiff and large shaft, trying to wrap his fingers around it but barely. Orcs were massive, and Urag… Well, only a few girls could take him in his youth.

“Impressive. Well, you are, too. But if you keep losing the length, it’ll be smaller than mine.”

“As it should be.”

“Hmm?”

The Argonian had whispered it, but the Orc’s pointy ears picked up on the sentence. Those gray scales definitely looked redder. Something Urag picked up on as he reached on the Argonian’s ass, cupping it.

“As it should be? You definitely have something for older and bigger men, hmmm?”

The Student’s face crumbled, though his fingers did not peel away. And he nodded, biting his lips.

“You want to be… Dominated by them?”

Another nod.

And the old Orc leaned, his breathing right by the Argonian’s earhole.

“Would you be my slutty Son when here?”

“… G-”

“What?”

“Girl.”

Well, this was different. Again, he was on a new terrain though he felt relatively in control compared to the Argonian. But the word Girl? It made him nearly stumble before he found his mental footing. Before he had his hands pressing between the Argonian’s buttcheeks, playing with the asshole that gaped before suckling on his fingers.

“That’s right. My slutty Girl… Perverse. With a cock that needs to go down.”

Shame drew on the Argonian’s face. And fluster. Those scales were definitely redder and those feathers, atop the head, were straight like an I. Yet, the hand didn’t leave Urag’s cock. And didn’t stop from exploring, touching, and even stroking.

“Hmm, hmm”, whistled Urag, feeling rather joyful. Maybe his days could be better if he had such a Student to please him. Plus, that hole seemed to be flexible. Not enough at the moment, but if it was possible…

“Feel it. Keep stroking my cock. Feel it. If you’re prepared enough, I’ll even take your ass.”

Where did this come from? It felt so heavy, so pleasant, so… Flowing. The old Orc plunged four knuckles inside the orifice and started to pump his fingers in and out. He didn’t focus on the prostate like before, he was only removing Tolfdir’s cum from the hole. But it was enough to get the Argonian moaning and trembling as if he was sick. Or excited.

That Argonian cock was hard and spurting on the ground, adding to the office mess. But so did Urag as he felt the pleasure and desire grow in his groin. A touch, a push, a pressure, a weight, a crushing sensation he had to press against while the Argonian kept pumping and massaging his cock, sending him growling and grunting.

Their bodies were acting almost in tandem, moving as one. The Argonian was groaning, mumbling, bubbling. The face contorted in a smile while the Orc’s fingers were brutally squeezing themselves in his ass, moving and drumming against any surface, any wall, any little speck of nerves they could touch.

In return, the Argonian’s grip was stronger, better. He moved that hand up and down, dragging onto the foreskin until the cocktip was uncovered and exposed. The index even brushed the frenum, tingled it while the Orc started to tremble and moan, too.

Their faces were so close, their breathing quick. Their legs were straining and so were their arms, their shoulders as they locked… So was their heartbeats as the Argonian advanced, reaching for the Orc’s mouth. But no. Urag pulled away from the student, but the deed was done. The moment was closed, and in an instant, their focus broke down. A sigh, a moan, a cry.

And they shot.

Both shot, though Urag was clearly going the furthest and… Well, the Student did not. More than that, as their cocks kept throbbing and shooting, Urag could see the formula on the Argonian’s lower belly glimmer with magicka. It was… Strange. Eerie. An iridescent marking that was radiating with heat and magic. And with a lower glance, he saw that, as the Argonian’s cock released the few droplets, it seemed to shrunk. Not fast, not excessively. But he saw the skin wrinkling further then smoothening, the cockhead squeezed…

With each breath, the enchantment was working its magic but this time, it was only… Only less than an inch. And the Student trembled, sickly.

“Hhh.. It’s… It’s too much,” he finally said, as his knees were about to drop.

It was only through Urag’s presence the Student didn’t fall. Instead, the Orc managed to catch him in his fall with one arm, while the other remained busy for the posterior for a second. It took Urag a moment to steady the posture, to remove the fingers, and help the Argonian sit down, help him lay on the bed as he looked gaunt… Almost out of breath. Those signs, well, Urag knew it well among students of all kinds. And so, he shook his head.

“You should have told me it took you so much magicka,” said the Orc, frowning and sitting on the bed, pushing those legs aside.

“Sorry. I-… You were stripping, and the discussion, the erect-”

“You got caught in the situation, no need to explain more,” he answered, raising one hand palm forward. “You should rest here. It is safe… And I’ll clean up when I’m back, tomorrow.”

There was no audible answer, especially as the Argonian passed an arm over his face, pressing against it. But he nodded.

“Sorry about the moment… I fucked it up.”

Well, Urag wouldn’t judge it. Fucking things up, so young and eager, it was no surprise. But the Orc was aware of the youth’s woes: the fear, and… He shook his head, gripping his robes he had carefully thrown on the chair. He threw them over his shoulders, before he turned to the Argonian.

His tufty balls were swinging between his legs, so did his soft shaft, the head covered by the wrinkly foreskin. But as he scratched his parts, feeling how dirty they were from his ejaculation, he growled.

“Well. We can try it again when you recover. Unless you prefer Tolfdir’s help.”