Krris #3
#4 of Krris
Krris accepts Muz-Ra's plan to shift his sexual attention away from his obsession over Udaran to her own Fine Argonian Form in an effort to wean him off his singular focus. I can conceive of no way anything could go possibly go wrong here. None whatsoever. Is there?
| "I'll try anything! What's your plan?"
"First, I want to change your living arrangements. I want you to sleep with me. Just for a few days." |
"Not physically you horny Khajiit! Just stay with me. And we're going to burn those magazines."
Krris nodded assent. "I thought that would be part of it." |
"What, me? Krris, I live for penis! You should know that. It'll be tougher for me than for you, believe me. But I'm committed to the Jarl and I won't risk that. No, there will be nothing physical between us - but visually we'll try and switch you to appreciating my fine Argonian form. I promise you, Krris, I won't be disgusted. I'll be enchanted." |
"I'm telling you, Krris, you're not obsessed. Well, not in the normal way. Your body has just become accustomed to a single set of images to react to. I'll give you more."
Muz-Ra's mouth curved upwards as she added, "a lot more."
Krris stood up. "Thank you Red. I hope you're right. Let's do it!" |
"Hey! I though you said no..."
"You've got clothes on, my young warrior. And I never said this wouldn't be fun! I intend to do all I can do for you because you're my friend, but I never said I wouldn't take some pleasure in it myself. Consider this your down payment on my services." |
Reading his thoughts, she relented from her groping. "Oh relax, Krris. I promise I won't rape you."
His features swiftly changed from surprise at her touch to return to self-pity.
"That's the problem, Muz-Ra. I don't think you could."
"You think not? Have faith, Krris, and give me some time. I'm really pretty good with men. You might say it's my specialty." |
If Muz-Ra seemed to be walking a little closer than was usual, and if she occasionally brushed into him a little accidentally, surely that was only due to her clumsiness, Krris thought. He barely noticed, except maybe for that one time his hand drifted across her behind, holding her there unconsciously as he felt the muscles bunch and relax under her scales as she climbed up the hill. He pulled it away as soon as he became aware of it. Muz-Ra didn't seem to notice anything fortunately.
While Muz-Ra fully intended to uphold her promise of privacy, she insisted that Ubergard be told at least the rudiments of their plan, if only to prevent Uber from misconstruing things if she found out otherwise. As for the others, officially Krris would be staying with Muz-Ra for added security while the Jarl was gone. |
"Hi, Uber. Can you come over here a minute? Please, sit. We need to talk."
"What is it, Red?"
"It's about Krris, Uber. He really likes you, you know."
The Argonian sighed. "You think so? I'm not so sure. I don't feel any passion from him. Sometimes I think he's just hanging out with me to keep me from feeling bad. I think I should break it off. He's too valuable to lose to my imagination of a romance that's not there. It's getting kind of awkward." |
"It's Udaran isn't it. I know he's still in love with her."
"He is not in love with her, Ubergard! Really he's not. What he has for her is something else. It's like a mental sickness. But it's one I think I can cure."